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Sherlock BBC "Moriarty's Games" (x reader)

A/N - Hello everybody. It’s been a while! Here is a very angsty x-reader story to get you all welcomed back! If you like angsty Moriarty and Sherlock problems, then this story is for you!

Summary - Being Sherlock's sister doesn't usually cost you deathly problems. But one day, when you receive a suspicious text, your whole life changes. Will your brother notice its hints? Or will you fall prey to his worst enemy?

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You tossed in your bed, relishing the last moments of peaceful slumber. Before your alarm even rang, you had silenced it. On the lock screen of your phone was a message. You squinted your eyes a few times, readjusting to the bright day.

Unknown number

Shrugging it off for later, you walked yourself out of bed and into the bathroom. As you brushed your teeth you swirled the loose strands of your hair into a messy ponytail - multitasking at its finest. After you washed up, you grazed through the closet. A row of plain and simple colored clothes stared back at you. You decided on a loose mini black skirt paired with a tighter cream colored shirt that had sleeves up to your elbow. It was spring and you would certainly not be seen with pants everyday.

Ring

Your phone let out a text notification. You sighed, already knowing it was from the unknown number. After you dressed yourself and put on a pair of canvas shoes, you finally unlocked your phone to view the message.

Unknown number

Today’s going to be a good day, isn’t it?

Your stomach dropped. The words. The length. The question. It wasn’t just any unknown number. You quickly gathered your purse and walked out of your apartment. Stepping to the edge of the curb, you frantically waved for a taxi. One came veering off the road and you hopped inside.

“Baker Street, please.”

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You threw the driver a five and ran up to the apartment door, swiftly unlocking it. You skipped up the steps and knocked on Sherlock’s flat door. A few moments later, someone came and opened it.

John, seeing that it was you, gratefully smiled. “(Y/N)! How are you? You look lovely.”

You nodded at him with a small smile. “Is Sherlock here?”

John noticed your urgency and led you inside. Sitting on the couch reading a newspaper was your brother. Without looking up he said, “Good morning, (Y/N).”

You walked besides him and said, “We have a problem.”

His eyes shot to you. He read everything about you and said, “Show me your phone.”

You handed Sherlock the phone and showed him the text. “I’m certain it’s Moriarty. The words and everything about it. It fits his tone. He’s up to no good.”

John sat in front of Sherlock, a worried look plagued on his face. “Why don’t we text back?”

“No,” Sherlock said, “That’s what he wants. I’ll tell Mycroft. I know he’s not afraid of anything. This text means certain things.”

You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and looked down at the floor. Your mind raced through possible scenarios and situations. Moriarty had a plan. He was just watching it fall into action.

“Sherlock, don’t call Mycroft yet. Moriarty knows you would do that. I think we should text back.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes. “(Y/N), you know better than this. That’s a bad decision you’re making.”

You walked over and grabbed your phone out of his hands. “We have a couple of options. Call Mycroft and he’ll do something stupid and panic or just text him back and play it out. There's no harm in doing that. This doesn’t require much thinking, yes?”

He shook his head. Your brother was angry. On more complex issues, you two would thrive. But on a simpler decision, all hell breaks loose.

“Fine. You-,” Sherlock started saying, but was interrupted by his phone ringing.

“Mycroft,” he said.

You and John looked at each other. You knew what this meant. Sherlock picked up the phone, silent. You could hear Mycroft’s voice booming through it.

“As did we,” Sherlock said, hanging up the phone.

You pondered on the situation quickly. Your brothers were known to quarrel over small things. You couldn’t risk them doing something stupid.

“I’ll be back later,” you said, walking to the door.

“(Y/N)? Where are you-?” John started asking.

“Let her,” Sherlock interrupted, angrily.

You walked out of the flat without even bothering to wave for a taxi. You needed time to think. You walked a few blocks and sat down on a concrete railing, overlooking the pier. You held the phone arms length from your face, inspecting the text.

It has to be Moriarty

You texted back with shaky hands.

You’ve got the wrong number

You swallowed, not believing that was the right thing to say. Did you act on impulse? All you could think about was how annoying your brothers got during a situation like this.

Beep

You caught your breath. They texted back. You unlocked your phone and stared at the text.

See you soon

Immediately, without having time to process the text, a pair of arms forcefully wrapped around you and pulled you back. You fell from your seat and strongly picked up by someone. Having no chance to scream, someone placed tape over your mouth, rolling it three times around your face. A large dark mask was placed over your head, blocking you from any sight. Another pair of hands grabbed you, manhandling you, as you were roughly thrown into a car. You could feel the leather seats and hear the men’s rushed words. A fury rose deep inside you. How couldn’t you see Moriarty’s plan? All the time you’ve spent against him and you couldn’t forsee his tricks? You fell right into his trap.

Your arms were tightly bound together. You started to move your legs around, but quickly stopped. Having them tied together would inhibit any plans you would need to escape. You were surprised they didn’t tie them, but decided to act calmly instead. You breathed calmly as the car drove off. Sherlock would notice in a few hours at most, you hoped.

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Sherlock

“No. John I’ve just told you this! Moriarty’s waiting for us,” Sherlock said. He ran his hands through his curly hair in distress. He didn’t know what to do or how to act.

John stood up and paced around the living room. “We need to get Mycroft. It’s better if we stay together. I know you don’t know Moriarty’s specific ideas.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes. John was right. He didn’t know his plans, and he didn't like that. “Fine, we’ll go to Mycroft," he said, giving up.

John stopped walking and asked, “Where’s (Y/N)?” His eyebrows furrowed inwards and an expression of concern glazed over his face.

Sherlock looked up at him, suddenly remembering your absence.

“She said she’ll be back later.”

“Why don’t you call her. I don’t think it’s best she’s alone now,” John said.

Sherlock pulled out his phone. As he clicked on your number, a cold iciness ran through his body. How did he just let you leave? He held the phone against his ear, intensely waiting for you to pick up, but you didn't. Sherlock’s heart slightly dropped. He knew something was off and started to feel guilty.

“She didn’t pick up?” John asked, concerned.

Sherlock shook his head as he stared at John. He abruptly stood up and walked to the kitchen. He paced to and from and opened a cabinet just to slam it shut. Anger filled throughout him as guilt clouded his mind. John put an arm on his back, offering comfort, but Sherlock moved him out of the way.

He knew what they had to do next.

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Your POV

You tried to stay calm, but you couldn’t help the tears coming from your eyes. Who knew what could happen to you? Moriarty was ruthless. The car slowed to a stop and the doors immediately opened. The man sitting next to you grabbed you and dragged you out of the car. You couldn’t regain your balance and fell on rugged hard concrete since you were subjected to an entirely black vision. You winced in pain, already feeling the blood oozing from your knee. The man stood you up and aggressively walked you inside somewhere. You were terrified. You couldn’t see and you were restrained.

“Over here,” a man said in the distance. His voice was strong but monotone. It wasn’t Moriarty’s.

You were walked another way and violently thrown on the ground. You tried getting up, but were forcefully shoved back down again. The floor was cold and you can already feel the bruises appearing on your hands. There was no luck.

“Don’t move!” A loud voice boomed.

You shuddered and stayed still. Someone removed the mask from your head. Your eyes darted everywhere, inspecting your surroundings. You were in a warehouse, but you couldn’t locate which one. A man stood in front of you to your right, looking you down. Another man stood by the door. His arms crossed on top of his chest. You didn’t recognize them.

“Well, look who we have here!” A voice defiantly said.

Suddenly, Moriarty appeared from the corner. He wore a dark suit paired with a large smile - a sadistic smile. Your heart dropped. You knew it was Moriarty but actually seeing him scared you even more. Part of you was hoping you were wrong.

Moriarty walked closer to you. He bent down to your level.

"I didn't think you would be this easy. You believe you're so smart, don't you?"

You tried hard not to spit in his face. Making a move on him would only dig you in a deeper hole.

"You think you're smart? You had to get me because you can't even get Sherlock. That definitely sounds like a smart person to me."

Moriarty's face turned angry and he slapped your neck, not hard enough to inflict pure pain. His smile returned and your heart sank even deeper. Suddenly, he grabbed you and forced you to stand up, his hands painfully clenching your arms. You struggled and tried to stand away from him, but he was too strong.

"Bring the chair," Moriarty said.

His guards brought a chair and placed it in the corner of the room. Tears escaped your eyes and you were absolutely out of luck. All of the men here outnumbered you. If it wasn't Moriarty, you could outsmart them and escape, but that wasn't the case.

Moriarty sat you down on the chair and stepped away. You tried kicking him, but to no avail. His guards tightly wrapped your hands and legs together and to the chair.

"I plan on leaving Sherlock a little surprise when I'm done," he said, laughing.

Moriarty signaled to the guards. They walked out of the room. As soon as the door shut, he focused his glare on you.

"We're going to have a lot of fun."

He walked up to you and ripped your necklace, that Sherlock gifted you, off. You tried to keep an expressionless face. You didn't want to show any sign of weakness. Moriarty softly ran his hand along your collarbones only to tear your blouse off. You were terrified and saw a completely different side of him. Your skin felt cold and you couldn't help but feel vulnerable. Searching the room for an escape, you focused your eyes away from him. You couldn't concentrate.

"Such perfect skin......it would be a shame if something happened," Moriarty said.

He pulled out a gun from his pocket and threw it on the floor. He held a sharp knife and stared down at you.

"Just tell me what you want," you sobbed, pleading.

Moriarty chuckled.

"It's you."

The blade pierced your skin and you winced and shrieked in pain. You could feel the blood drip from your chest to your lap. Your eyes focused on your legs which were decorated with bruises and scratches. You wondered if this was it for you. It very well might be.

You forcefully spit on Moriarty. You didn't care anymore. He angrily slapped your face.

"You're going to regret doing that!"

Moriarty went in to kiss you, but as he got closer to your face, you bit his neck. He yelped and stabbed the knife in your skin. All you felt was pain, but you were satisfied with inflicting pain on him. Your perception of time began to distort. Your vision changed and your heart beat slower. You knew what was happening. Part of you wanted to hold on, a moment you never knew you would be experiencing so soon. The other part of you wanted to let go - become released from all this pain. Your eyes closed and you felt yourself on the ground, in and out of consciousness.

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A door was suddenly shot down and you opened your eyes. You were conscious, but asleep, and the noise awoke you. The pain was constant, but you felt it even more now. Your vision adjusted to the sight in front of you. It was a wall. You wanted to speak, but you couldn't. A chill ran up through your body, and you felt your skirt folded up lifted higher than it was before. You whimpered and felt as if your heart was crying.

"(Y/N)!" A voice cried.

You couldn't move, but someone ran up to you and turned your shoulder slightly over. It was Sherlock. His eyes were full of tears and he wrapped his arm around you tight. He looked at you with pleading eyes. You sensed his guilt and pure sadness. But, he masked another emotion. Sherlock saw your skirt and unfolded it. Suddenly, time moved at a different pace. Sherlock carried you off the ground and quickly ran out. You tried to keep your eyes open. You noticed Moriarty on the ground and a load of policemen and paramedics nearby. Commotion and noise filled the room. You felt a hand caress your head and you knew it was John's. Lestrade spoke to you and squeezed your hand. You couldn't talk. You felt your body being transferred to someone else. They walked away quickly, your head bobbed slightly.

You heard an incredibly loud thud and scream.

"How could you do this to my sister?" Sherlock screamed. His voice faded away as you were rushed out. You didn't know what was happening, but you maintained a certain calamity that you didn't know you possessed. Nonetheless, you were scared. You tried to navigate the possibilities of your situation. All of a sudden, someone gripped your hand.

"(Y/N), I couldn't save you. I'm so sorry. How could I?" Sherlock cried. He buried his head on your side. John's voice echoed around you. He demanded the paramedics to work quickly and for everyone to move. You felt something on your chest and knew it was John, trying to stop your bleeding.

You used all the effort you had left in you to stroke Sherlock's head.

He didn't know that he had saved you.

Until next time..............

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years

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Are you taking requests right now ?

yes, i have a lot but i eventually do them, but you can always send one in 🤗

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years

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So I found a picture of a hedgehog dressed like Sherlock 🥺 could you do one where the reader gets a hedgehog and puts a little Sherlock hat on it. And gives it to Sherlock as a gift like “so you have someone to talk to when I’m not here” and he tries to hide his smile

uh yes. its so cute. its on my list 🤩

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years

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Whens the new sherlock story out? Xx

kinda having a writers block rn but hopefully soon ❤️

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years

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🤗❤️

Lost Boy | Chapter 1 | Two Years Gone

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader

Summary: It’s been two years since the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes had his great fall. You, however, still not over his demise are contacted by his brother Mycroft, to pick up the broken pieces of Moriarty’s network, but only after you begin your path of healing and reconciliation.

Story Rating: Explicit- eventual violence and smut.

A/n: Let’s see where this story takes us! I hope you enjoy and remember, all writings on this blog belong to me @bakerstreethound Thank you @pandaqueen7799 for everything ily.

You groaned inaudibly, prying your eyes open despite your body’s complaints. Your ears picked up the faintest whisper of the pattering rain against the windows and you smiled to yourself.

At least this is the only good thing about living in London. Rain and the fog. But don’t forget about the detective. Oh right, him.

You grimaced as your feet finally touched the floor making way to your wardrobe, selecting a pair of comfortable black jeans, pairing it with a deep navy blue t-shirt. Your light black coat followed soon after.

Keep reading

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Could you do a dracula x asthmatic!Reader. The reader is Dracula's prisioner and he locked her in a room. The room has dust so the reader has a asthma attack but due to the length of the chain clasp around her hands, she can't get the inhaler that is in her bag all the way across the room. Dracula hears her frantic heartbeat and goes to see if she tried to escape. When he sees what happened, he feels really guilty. He is trying to keep them awake so you can tell him where their inhaler was

yes ofc i literally love it 🤩🤩🤩🤗

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years

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When can we expect a new one? You're writing is so good I'm desperate to read more😍

that is so so sweet it really makes me so happy 🤗❤️🤩im starting a new one today with a deaf reader kinda thing, it was the most voted one in a poll! i’ll be churning out some other ones this week too :)

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⭐️Click link to vote for the next Sherlock story on a poll!⭐️

https://linkto.run/p/51VLUOEJ

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years

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Hey :) I love your story's and wanted to ask if you could write a Sherlock x sister reader, where she is about 16 or 17 and takes drugs because she is getting bullied at school or something like that and he gets kind of angry until he finds out why she's doing it? Have a nice day!

sure thing! would u care if i based it off of a suicide attempt? its a delicate subject and i don’t want people to think i am happy about “that” however its a big plot for fics - i can elaborate something like that with drugs too if you would like :)

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Sherlock “Dangerous Love” (x reader)

Summary - You were always as smart as your brother, Sherlock, however you functioned....a little bit more normal. Breaking into your sister’s psychiatric prison brings forth danger, making you and Sherlock susceptible to it. Will Eurus’s tricks and aid of Moriarty fail to overcome your combined intelligence and skills, if so, will it come with a price? What sacrifices will be made?

Warnings - blood, violence

A/N - I’m certain most of you will love this story as from the feedback from the sibling stories. It’s something you’ve been waiting for. I kinda added some more things to eurus too. Enjoy. @redheaded-hobbit @fanfictionsilove love all u huge credit to @bakerstreethound for basically giving me an amazing dialogue and action scene with Moriarty and the shot, couldn’t have done any better. Check out her works if you love Sherlock ❤️

You skipped up the steps to Sherlock’s flat and burst through the door. He sat on his usual chair. John stood next to him, pacing. Your brother locked eyes with you.

“Did you know?” He asked.

You shook your head. How could you know you had a sister? You’ve had no memories. All you remembered were your brothers, much smaller.

“Did Mycroft tell you anything else?” You asked, walking closer to him. Sherlock’s eyes gave way into his thoughts. He was concentrating, processing a plan.

“I know where she’s at. I got a summary and went on from there.” He squinted his eyes. “Did you get anything else?”

You pursed your lips. “Maybe. Tell me what you have first.”

Sherlock breathed hard. “Master mind. She’s connected with Moriarty. Went to Sweden then the states on multiple jobs, developing a base. In prison now. She was a scientist, worked in chemistry.”

“Like you,” John said, looking at Sherlock.

“She’s involved with Moriarty, however I think he’s tricked. Multiple disguises. You’ve seen her already,” you faced John, “you have too.”

A confused look spread across his face. “I have?” He asked.

You nodded. “She’s good at this.”

“I don’t doubt that she was behind some of Moriarty’s plots. Lestrade has a hit on something else. Threats on the prime minister. They’re talking about a bomb. I went over and spoke with him. It’s Moriarty’s work.” Sherlock said, looking up at the ceiling. He was stumped, which was quite odd for him.

“We have to stop her. Break the connection. Find out her motives. We couldn’t possibly know.” You said. John sighed and lightly cursed under his breath.

“Threats to the government. Perfect,” John huffed.

“She’s using him,” you added. You already knew it. Moriarty was merely a puppet. His only flaw was his trust. It was too easy. She offered him momentary pleasure. He was easy.

“We’re going to go see her.” Sherlock said, standing up and walking to the kitchen. You followed him.

“How?” John asked.

“You’ll see.” Sherlock said, putting on his coat. You walked out the door with Sherlock. John followed behind. He called for a taxi. One came sprinting by and you hopped in with everyone.

“Waterloo station.” Sherlock said.

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The train took you from London to Wales. The skies were dark with dismay. John still looked confused.

“I’ll see you there?” You said to your brother.

He nodded. “Stay on time.”

You began walking off.

“(Y/N)!” Sherlock called. You turned around.

“Be safe.” He said. You smiled at them. You weren’t exactly the best at being safe.

Danger was in your blood. You could sense almost everything, but you couldn’t always sense danger. Most times, you placed yourself in it. You didn’t know why, but thinking about it led you in a loop, undiscovered.

You continued walking onwards from the station and turned around. Sherlock and John went the other way, their bodies soon became lost with the people. You called for a taxi which took you further up the bay, closer to the water. You toyed with your nails, couldn’t refrain from thinking about Eurus. Did you share any traits with her? Were you similar? Was she like you? You knew about her disguises, but you never knew what she looked like. She was manipulative. You could only elaborate on that. You were eager to find out more, pieces together the missing remnants of your childhood. You hopped out of the taxi after paying the driver. You were much closer to the water now. Dark waves hit the stone supports harshly. Small boats were on the water. You scanned the abyss.

“Got it.” You said to yourself.

The small distinct cargo ship you were told to look for was parked and getting ready to leave. You quickly looked around and saw a construction vest and a few jackets hung over a rail near the ship. You walked to it and swiftly grabbed the vest, putting it on in one move. You messed up your hair a bit and shirt, trying to look worn. You were wearing a pair of black palazzo pants and heels which made you rethink your plan. You walked up to the side door of the ship. A man stood pacing around on his phone, smoking a cigarette. He looked up at you when you walked inside.

“I left a few tools in the back from before. Management asked me to get them real quick.” You looked at him and smiled, trying to radiate your charm.

“Sure, sweetie. We leave soon, just so you know,” The man said.

“I’ll be out before you know it.” You winked at him which caused him to shake his head and blush.

You began walking around near the back, pretending to know where you were going. You opened another door, which lead to a series of steps to the keel. You closed the door and walked down. There was ship machinery in every corner. You wiggled through some engines and sat down on a spot between two. You were certain no one would see you here. You waited six whole minutes until you felt the ship start moving. You sighed in relief and patiently waited. Trying to pass the time, you tried to envision Eurus which was difficult. All those deceptive things she did made you question your lineage. You were nervous for what you were about to do. Spying, solving cases, software, criminals - it was all in your blood, but you felt particularly nervous today. You hadn’t done anything like this before. Your mind went over to Mycroft. You decided that he wouldn’t be much help to this. Thinking about Sherlock and how you were on the same waters now comforted you. You leaned your head against the engine behind you. Your eyes closed, but your unconscious intuit didn’t subside.

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You woke up from a quick doze, hitting your head on the engine you were against. The ship stopped, causing you to move forward.. You quickly stood up and walked up the sharp stairs. You had to be careful. You couldn’t be seen.

You opened the door and poked your head out, scanning your surroundings. Seeing that no one was nearby, you walked out and opened the main side door. No one was outside yet, which gave you time to run out. You sprinted across the sand and nudged your body on the side of a cliff, hidden. You took off your vest. You didn’t look at the prison in details, but you noticed the sad stone walls. The prison was on top of the mossy stretched cliff.

You peeped your eye out of your hiding and saw a man walking out of the ship. You didn’t see him before. He carried boxes and wheeled a larger box out. You knew they were all supplies. The man boarded back on the ship which started the journey back under watchful eyes from the security. You put half of your body out of the cliff and waited until a few men walked out to pick them up. They were security, but acted casually, now that the ship was out of sight. They walked up the steps. You sneaked up behind them and stepped to the side before they stepped in. After the last man walked inside, you grabbed the door handle right before it closed. You angled your body to reach the combination code pad. You squeezed it a certain way, just how you’ve done countless times before, which enabled it to open and reveal the colorful wires activating it. You stretched your body further to spark two wires. Immediately after doing so, red lights and a light buzzer began flashing and going off inside and outside. You opened the door and walked inside casually. A few security guards jogged down the hall. You walked past offices and an occasional guard, who paid no attention to anything except his cell phone. You maintained a confident posture and gaze. No one even saw you.

You didn’t know where Sherlock was, but by analyzing the design and structure of the building, you had an idea where Eurus’s cell was. You walked down the staircase and through the hallway. As you were walking down, a door slammed open immediately and out came Sherlock and Mycroft - Mycroft? A second later came John and a man with a suit. Sherlock noticed you first.

“Well done. I was getting worried. As soon as I heard the alarm, I knew.” He said. Sherlock was in a better mood. You knew he was alert. Highly alert. He was excited. It was as if he was almost built for this, and you as well. The red lights and alarm stopped.

“Mycroft? What are you doing here?” You asked, trying to maintain your composure. He wore a suit, directly coming from the London.

“I-.” He started.

“Enough with that. He had full intention to come here on his own to handle this situation by himself.” Sherlock said.

“You’re unbelievable. You don’t trust us. What would your plan be to get around this?”

“This is what I was trying to avoid. I am the government who is taking great care of those threats. How did you even get in?” Mycroft asked you, scoffing.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Do you not know anything about me? You always do this.”

Mycroft sighed and seemed sincere. “I’m sorry.”

Although Mycroft and you were different, you still shared similarities, and it wasn’t only blood. He was always tender to you and didn’t usually yell, like Sherlock. Mycroft never really treated you like mutual. You were still trying to find out why, possibly because you were merely his sister.

“There are memories.” You said.

“Blank ones. I’m aware. I’m sorry. Surely, you can try to understand why.” He replied, rubbing his temples.

“There are more important things to do. I know,” You added.

“I’m leaving.” Sherlock called out. You looked at Mycroft again, then ran up to Sherlock and followed him. He walked up the staircase and down the hallway, making a turn to the right. He opened a door which led to a blank room. Your heart began to beat faster. You knew what was through the other door. You beat him to it and swung the door open. There, in a glass wall was your sister, Eurus, playing a violin. You stood still, wrapping your head around her. Your mind naturally tried to analyze and inspect everything, but you couldn’t figure anything else out about her. Sherlock moved you aside and walked inside, next to you.

John came inside, but Mycroft wasn’t here. Eurus stopped playing and looked at everyone. She locked her eyes with you.

“Sister,” She said. “How much you’ve changed.” Her voice was soft. She possessed a kind demeanor, but underneath it, you sensed desperateness. Evilness. Intellect. Eurus looked at Sherlock.

“Hello, Eurus,” Sherlock said. Eurus’s expression didn’t change.

“Where is Mycroft?” She asked.

“Not here.” Sherlock said.

“No, silly. I know he’s here.” Eurus turned around and began walking in a circle.

Sherlock walked closer to the glass. “Eurus, what are your plans?”

Eurus walked closer. “Don’t you know them?”

“You’re with Moriarty. Why? What can you give him?” Sherlock asked. He thought hard. “I know about your plans with the government.”

Eurus looked at him. She wasn’t surprised. “It’s mutual. I gave him ideas.”

“Ideas?”

“Are you thinking about Redbeard?” Eurus asked. Sherlock didn’t say anything.

You were finally starting to understand everything. “You can give him something else.”

Eurus looked at you and smiled. You knew it all.

You walked out of the room and began running as soon as you entered the hallway and sprinted up another flight of steps. You passed by a glass office, covered by an entirety of glass walls and windows. The abyss of the ocean lay idle in your vision. There, you saw Mycroft sitting on a chair. You opened the door. He looked up at you, but didn’t say anything. Something’s wrong.

“What is it?” You asked. He didn’t look up. You walked closer to him and breathed hard when you saw what was on the floor. A man, recently shot, was dead. Blood poured from his stomach.

“What happened?” You asked him. Mycroft stayed silent. You put your hands on his shoulders and shook him. He looked up at you finally and stared you in the eyes. Then you knew.

Moriarty

You turned around. There he was. He wore a casual silver suit and had a glimmer in his eyes. He was confident, ready, excited. He stood by the door straight up. You scanned him without even moving your eyes. He had a gun, but he didn’t hold it.

“It’s so great to see you here!” He exclaimed. You didn’t say anything. Your mind moved quickly, planning your next move. You knew his intentions.

“I’ve finally outsmarted you.” He said.

You stood up and walked closer to him.

“(Y/N),” Mycroft said. You ignored him.

Moriarty adjusted his shoulders and stood up straighter. You kept eye contact with him.

“What are you going to do?” You asked him, trying to make him think you were ten steps behind.

“What would be the fun in giving that away?” He leaned closer to you, touching your neck.

You opened the door and walked out. Just like that. You knew he wouldn’t shoot you. He was enjoying this. You walked by an alarm and stopped. You opened the alarm case and sparked two wires, the same process you did earlier. You punched in a code. An alarm went off, fulfilling your next plan. You ran downstairs and walked into the room where Sherlock and Mycroft originally were. You knew there was a weapon somewhere. Emergencies. You looked up and down everywhere. You placed your hand under the table and smiled when you felt the cold metal, just where you thought it would be. You hid the gun in your waistline then walked into Eurus’s room. Sherlock rushed out, almost bumping into you, but stabilized you with his arms. A worried look spread across his face when he looked into yours. He didn’t have to ask you anything to know what was going on. He ran out with John.

You opened the door to see Eurus standing in the middle of the room. You knew what you had to do. Your mind was thinking. You acted fast and quick. No emotions played through you. You opened the glass door and entered her room.

“I never got to know you.” She said.

You pulled out your gun. She didn’t react when she saw it. You held the gun up at her.

“We were never similar,” you remarked. “I don’t want to know anything about you. I already know what I need.”

Eurus laughed at you. “You won’t win this. You do realize that?”

You shook your head. “I’ll win. I know that it comes with a sacrifice.”

She scoffed. “You give up that easily? You never did know how to think, did you?”

You walked closer to the glass and kept your gun to your side. “I know more than you think I do. You wouldn’t have a slight idea. Here you are, thinking you’re a mastermind. A perfect place to be, a prison, filling everyone with delusions. You call that winning?”

Eurus walked in another circle. “It’s working. Isn’t it? If you kill me, you’ve still lost.”

You opened the glass door and held your gun to the level of her head.

“You’re insane. Does it look like I need you? You think I do, but that’s great, cause I don’t.” You pulled the trigger, shooting her in the head. Instantly, a red dot formed and grew larger. Her lifeless body fell down immediately. Eurus underestimated you. Although you seemed more human, you weren’t. Your mind was full not even near capacity of concepts and secrets she wouldn’t be capable of attaining or understanding. She was confident you wouldn’t kill her. That’s where you outsmarted her. You knew where Moriarty’s was and his next move, but you were right before. Sacrifices had to be made. Just thinking about it caused your stomach to twist in knots.

You put the gun inside of your pants, on a hinge of your waistline and ran upstairs. You walked up the steps to see Sherlock standing away from Moriarty. Moriarty was saying something. Mycroft still sat down on the chair. John stood behind Sherlock. The alarm wasn’t on anymore.

Moriarty turned around to face you. “The gang’s all here!” He said cheerfully, pulling his gun out casually.

“Each one of you has ruined my chances of success and hadn’t even thought twice about it.” His voice shrilled. “That’s it.” He was right. We have. Delusional. You saw how Eurus messed with his head.

Moriarty walked around in a circle. “Who wants to die first? I have all the time in the world!”

“Moriarty!” John cried out. Sherlock placed an arm blocking him.

“Mycroft, stand up.” Moriarty demanded. Mycroft slowly stood up and walked out of the office, cautiously. You knew they didn’t know that Eurus was dead. You would shoot Moriarty now, but there wasn’t any more bullets left.

“I’ll save the best for last,” he said. Moriarty pointed his gun to John. Sherlock couldn’t do anything. Mycroft wouldn’t. John shrunk down in horror.

“You don’t have to do this,” John said. He was terrified. You couldn’t take a chance with your gun.

You knew your plan.

Sacrifices.

You were the smartest one to initiate the approach. John dying first would mess it up. Without any hesitation, you began running to Moriarty. You jumped up on him and tried to throw him on the ground. He overpowered you and swung you across himself hard, throwing you down on the cold floor. Your body ached, but this was the first step.

“Don’t do that again!” Moriarty screamed. You lied on the ground, motionless.

“She’s dead,” you said.

Moriarty looked at you, shocked. You were pleased. “What did you say?”

“She’s dead. Are you....slow?”

Moriarty gripped his gun tightly and pointed it to everyone. He grew angry and looked at you with pure resentment in his face. He fled down the stairs, not looking back. Sherlock ran to your side. John stood near you. Mycroft walked closer, but he began pacing.

“I have a gun.” You said.

Sherlock didn’t speak. He pulled it out of your waistline. He sighed.

“None left. It might help you”

“I’m lost, but I’m thinking,” Sherlock said.

“We’re all dying today,” Mycroft added.

“Sacrifices. You know what to do. You all do. Go,” you demanded.

Sherlock was puzzled. “Sacrifices? You can’t surely mean-.”

You rose your voice. “I know. I do. It will work. You know what to do. You have time, just go.” Your voice was soft, full of reality.

“Don’t talk like that,” Mycroft said.

“She’s right,” Sherlock added. Mycroft didn’t understand nor did John. It was as if you and Sherlock shared thoughts. He got up from your side and kissed your head before he left. He motioned the others to follow him. You leaned against the glass window. The waves smacked against the cliffs hard.

You heard quick foosteps up the stairs. Moriarty came up. Anger filled his eyes.

“You didn’t think I would do it.” You said.

“I don’t need her,” he replied. He tried to make himself believe that. Moriarty grabbed your neck, but only lightly squeezed it.

“I was saving the best for last,” he said. It was all working.

“If you kill me, what will you accomplish?” You asked, going along with your preset plan.

Moriarty chuckled. “You’ll find out.”

“Will I?” You stalled. You saw out of your eye, Sherlock’s shoes come into your vision. You didn’t look away. You stared into Moriarty’s eyes.

“You killed everyone here, for what? Eurus is dead. You want to kill us. Solid plan.”

He shook his head. “I don’t understand you. You were always there, silently judging me! You ruined me! It was never Sherlock, it was you! Justice for what?!” He screamed.

“You’re weak. You rely on others to do your work. You can’t even manipulate anyone, you’re so bad at it. You are an awful criminal.” You spoke nonchalantly which angered him even more. As much as you were scared, you felt brave.

Moriarty snarled, cocking the gun, the hot metal pressed against your skull.

“You’re no smarter than you sound.”

Here we go

You swore you could feel your heart rate spike as you saw Sherlock’s shoes moving quickly met your eyesight in the split second. He stood to the side of Moriarty, behind him, working efficiently. You felt he was far away, but trusted him. Silence passed but for a moment, a silent bomb ticking with each breath that exhaled. Finally, as if it were a fine orchestration, a man you knew all too well sprinted, his mass of curls wild as he bolted to you, not before the shot rung out, slamming you harder against the wall, aiming the gun away from your head. Your mind began to spin, pulling your hands away only to look at the crimson coating your hands. Your eyes fell on your stomach, now a pool of redness. Your life played in slow motion. You saw Sherlock’s body move through the air and slam Moriarty into the glass window, causing it to shatter in pieces. Your body began to fall backwards, but strong arms pulled you back up. As your body twisted in the moment, you saw Moriarty’s body fall through the opening. Your senses came back to you. Pain filled your mind.

“(Y/N)!” Sherlock screamed. You met his eyes. He was panicking.

You looked into his eyes. “We did it,” you said. The shock numbed your pain. Mycroft and John ran to your side. Their voices were all mixed together. You felt blissful. Your mind flooded with happiness and peace. Is this really death? You doubted it felt like this. You went in and out of your senses a few times. Sherlock picked your body up, your head was snudged in his elbow. He ran fast. The ceiling changed from glass to stone as he ran quickly. Rain droplets fell on you as he ran outside.

“Where’s the boat?” Sherlock cried out. His voice was scared and cracked. You couldn’t see Mycroft. “It’s supposed to be here!”

“Where is the helicopter?! You had precise instructions!” Mycroft’s voice boomed through the phone. Your vision began to blur. It was weird. You didn’t know how you felt about this. You had no control over your body. Memories from your childhood, high school, college rushed through you. Sherlock placed you on the ground and firmly pressed on your stomach. You felt John do the same.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Sherlock cried. You heard the others sob. You tried to say something, but you couldn’t. You were in bliss. You managed to move your hand and squeezed Sherlock’s jacket. He held your hands. Someone else hand your other; you couldn’t tell who. Everything happened so quickly. Memories of crimes, computers, spying, all came flooding back. Exciting times of your life - moments where you almost died, you remembered it all now.

“(Y/N)!”

Your vision started to turn bright white and by doing so, your body shifted through a trance of euphoria. You felt proud. Dying with dignity - it never sounded as good as it felt. You accomplished what you needed. You knew there had to be sacrifices. The whiteness grew brighter, almost as if it was blinding you. You felt welcomed as if you belonged here. Your body was gone, but your mind was undecided. You chose to stay in this state for a bit longer. You continued to hear your siblings cry for you. Sherlock slumped his body over you and hugged you tightly. In the distance, you heard a helicopter. You didn’t know how you were doing it. If you hadn’t been the person you were, you could never manipulate death.

All you felt was peace

Part 2? You’ll find out

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Sherlock BBC “Mrs. Hudson has a Daughter?”

Summary - A new tenant moves into 221c Baker Street and it’s not your normal guest

Warnings - fighting

A/N - getting through your sherlock requests :) love them all! Enjoy this energetic and a tad suspenseful story! I loved writing this! Getting back to my tag list totally forgot about it dm if u wanna be in it :) @bakerstreethound @redheaded-hobbit @fanfictionsilove@theartisticscientistsworld @dancezwithwolvez

“Thanks for the ride,” you said to the cab driver as you gave him a fresh twenty dollar bill. You had just driven home from the London airport to see your grandmother. You stepped out of the cab with two large suitcases and a crossbody purse, weighing you down. A light drizzle of rain poured on you as you walked to the front door.

You pulled out a small note letter that your grandmother sent you.

“221c Baker Street,” you said to yourself, looking at the door. It matched. As you were digging for a key in your pocket, the door opened.

“There you are!”

“Grandma Hudson!” You exclaimed.

“Oh, dear, come inside you’re going to get cold. You brought so many bags!” She tried to help you with your suitcases.

“I’m alright. I can’t believe I’m here.” You threw your bags on the ground and sat down to on the nearest chair. You didn’t even care about how the room looked. You didn’t bother seeing it.

“You must be tired, dear. Only someone tired wouldn’t give me a kiss!” She rushed over to you and gave you the usual grandmother hug. You squirmed but returned it.

“I’ll make some tea as you make yourself at home!” She said and rushed off to the kitchen.

You yawned and stood up, looking all over the room. You stood in the living room. It was a medium size for an apartment. Gray walls. Wooden tables. Leather couch and chairs. No TV. You walked down the hall to the next room. There was a small bathroom and across was your bedroom. It was a good size. Beige walls. Simple wooden headboard and night table. There was a closet on the side. Everything seemed perfect for your work.

“Here is your tea!” Mrs. Hudson’s voice screamed out. You walked down the hallway and smiled at her.

“Thank you, Grandma. After this I think I’m going to sleep. I’m tired. You know how it is.” You faked a yawn. She grabbed your arm.

“You poor thing! I’ll get out of your hair. We can talk tomorrow. As you know I’m a busy woman! I have to run some errands tomorrow and I know you will be a very busy girl too!” She gave you another hug and left out of the door. You let out a sigh when she did. Coming to London was different for you. It was a bigger city. New people. Working with computer softwares was boring, but it was your job, for now you hoped.

You took out a few clothes from your suitcase and charged your computer and phone. After finishing your tea and having a hot bath, you slumped on your bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Sherlock

“John, where did you move my microscope?” Sherlock asked, anxiously walking around the kitchen.

“Where it belongs.” John said. He was sitting on his regular chair in the living room, reading a newspaper and sipping a tea.

“Ok, so why am I not looking at it?” Sherlock asked. “Why are you reading the newspaper at night?”

“It belongs in the lab. If I let you take over, this whole flat would be a lab! I have nothing else to do.”

Sherlock sat down across John and began his usual thinking. “There’s a new tenant at 221c.”

John looked up at him. “There is? How do you know?”

Sherlock shrugged. “I just do.”

“Who is it?”

“A woman. Mrs. Hudson’s granddaughter. Someone normal. Nothing special.”

John quickly got up and ran to the bathroom.

“John, she’s twenty, relax,” Sherlock said.

John sighed and came out of the bathroom. “We’ll go welcome her tomorrow.”

“You can if you want.” Sherlock got up and walked away. John went back to reading his newspaper.

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You woke up and groaned as the sun shined on you through the curtains. You immediately heard the bustle of the London city. Car honks, people talking, planes landing. You were adjusting to it. Deep inside of you, you hoped there would be something fun for you to do. Something that brought your inner life out.

You got up and took a shower. After that, you changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a beige blouse. You paired it with slip ons. You walked to the kitchen. Being a cook wasn’t your priority. You didn’t have a clue about how to use a kitchen, but you looked at the clues. After looking at the coffee machine, you figured out how to work it in five seconds. A minute later, your coffee came out.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do! Let me think!” A man’s voice shouted from above. You put down your coffee and moved to the door, trying to get a better hear of it.

“Moriarty’s working right now. He has people on his side! How do we go about that?” Another voice asked from above.

Moriarty? Who’s that? You began thinking hard.

“I know what I’m doing. I’m leaving now.” The first man’s voice said. You heard a door swing open accompanied with foots running down the steps. You were intrigued about their conversation, but your intuitions told you this was something serious. You quickly ran to your suitcase and pulled out a few coins and a lipstick bottle. You ran to the door and heard another man’s quick footsteps run down the steps. A door slammed shut. You quickly ran out of your door, but you walked outside to where you heard them go.

You saw a tall man with a long black coat hop inside a taxi. A short man with gray hair sat next to him.

“Detectives,” you said to yourself.

The taxi was leaving and you had to follow them. Your eyes set your vision upon a bike parked in front of a cafe. You ran to it. It was a city bike. You hopped on it, keeping the taxi in sight. The bike needed a credit card, which you didn’t have. As you kept an eye on the taxi, you pulled out an encrypted card and scanned it, which immediately unlocked the bike for you. That card has helped you once or twice.

You instantly began pedaling fast, following the taxi, but carefully maneuvering around the people walking. You focused, keeping an eye on incoming cars, but drove faster to go past them. The taxi kept at a steady state and slowed down with the traffic which came and go. You kept a good distance. The city buildings got smaller and more spacious. There were less people around the city too. After six minutes of constant pedaling, the taxi slowed down and as soon as it did, the two men hopped out. They walked quickly to the sidewalk and continued on. They were in a hurry. You carefully let the bike lean against a shop’s walls and walked behind them with a good distance. They walked behind a building that seemed to be empty and being sold. You knew they were meeting someone. You kept your distance and remained quiet, which was easy to you. You had experience.

They walked to the back and opened a door. A few seconds later you snuck through a broken window. You saw them walk down a hallway. The inside was mainly blank and sparse with only a few tables and storage boxes. It was dimly lit in some places, but brightly lit down the hall. You knew it was a facility building. Something untraceable and easy to access and hold dealings or meetings in. You followed the two men down the hallway and while you did so, you questioned their ability to solve crimes. They hadn’t realized you were behind them for the whole time, and you were walking normally.

Someone started slowly clapping. You stopped in your tracks as did the two men.

“Well done. You’re here!” A voice said. It wasn’t the men’s voice. It was someone else’s. You couldn’t see where they were, but the two men looked down and up the hallway to what you imagined was a large opening up a flight of steps.

“What do you want?” The short man called out.

“Come upstairs. I’ll show you.”

The short man looked up at the taller one for approval. The taller man led the way, inspecting everything as he walked. You waited and walked up halfway to where you could easily hear.

“I can’t work with you in my way. That’s it.” The new man’s voice said.

“You mean murdering people? Stealing? You me-.”

“John.” The taller man cut him off.

“What are you going to do? You think you can get me?” The man clicked his tongue.

“How many.” The taller man asked.

“Find out.”

Immediately you heard quick footsteps coming. You sprinted up the steps just in time to see a slender man with a knife running to the two men. On the other side, you saw a man slowly walking near them. Your eyes grew focused as the familiar wave of energy and stamina flooded through your body. You lunged toward the man, hitting his arm up and keeping the gun aimed high. He was shocked for a second, but looked at you. Before he could aim his gun at someone, you twisted it out of his head and threw him a punch. The man swung his arm at you, but you ducked down. You kicked your leg high and knocked the man out to give you time.

The other man ran to attack you. You threw your gun at the tall man, which he caught, and you spun around and lunged on one knee, throwing the attacker off balance. You were in your familiar state of martial arts. Everything flowed through you easily. You didn’t have to think. Your body took over. Before you knew it, two more people came out. You ran backwards and scanned the floor. These were the last people. Keeping your head turning and focused, you rose up and down through a mangle of attacking limbs. Double leg takedown. You lifted and threw your arms out, elbow striking everyone. Before you knew it, everyone was on the floor.

You looked up at the three men. The new man, who was probably Moriarty, was standing still and facing the taller man who held a gun at him. They looked at you in awe, but kept their concentration.

“You’re out of tricks. You’re over.” The tall man said. As soon as he did, sirens went off nearby. You let out a sigh and relaxed your shoulders.

“You’re a.....karate?” The man who you presumed was John asked.

“Martial arts.” You corrected.

“Mrs. Hudson’s granddaughter.” The tall man said. “I’m Sherlock. This is John.”

John looked around at everyone on the floor. He scoffed. “It’s just amazing. I wouldn’t expect her granddaughter to be someone like you. Martial arts? That’s - That’s just crazy. Wh-.”

“John, you’re stuttering.” Sherlock said.

“I followed you here. I heard your conversation in the apartment. I knew something was going on. Something bad. And I was right.” You said.

Sherlock half grinned. “Thank you.”

John corrected him. “He means much more than that. A thousand thank you’s. W-we would have died!”

“John!” Sherlock yelled.

The police came up the steps and immediately arrested Moriarty. They proceeded to do the same to the others. They didn’t even bother looking at Sherlock.

“Scientist. Computers. Spying. Fighting.” Sherlock said, as you walked down the steps with them.

You smiled then looked at him. “Detective. Chemist. Violin. Ouch, and an evil brother.” You faked a wince which made Sherlock laugh.

“You can say that.”

John stood at the bottom of the steps, looking at you two. His mouth half open.

“You’re really telling me you’re not related?” He asked.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and you all began to laugh, walking outside. You had a fun time. You learned some things. A lot of things about Sherlock and John. Things you wouldn’t tell them - yet, if needed. You walked to Sherlock, who called a taxi.

“I’m hungry. Let’s all get lunch?” He asked.

You might start to like it here in London after all.

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