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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Family Business {David York x Spanish Princess!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10.9k

Warnings: Talks of assassinations, derogatory language, sexual innuendo, fingering, rough sex, slight choking, multiple orgasms, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, death, murder.

Comments: Dave finds a journal and crown among his late father’s thing. Finding out a surprising family secret about how the Yorks came to be in America. His great-grandfather David was sent to kill the king of Spain.

A/N: Obvious cannon divergence and historical divergence.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Carol tilts her head, hands on her hips and gives Dave a half amused, half annoyed look. “Honey, you promised me that you would help me go through the attic today.” She reminds him before her hand slides over her burgeoning belly.

Nesting has kicked into high gear as she expects the first of what she hopes is many York kids and she is trying to make sure everything is clean and organized. That includes all the junk in the attic that Dave had shoved in there when his dad had died last year. Things that he was supposed to have gone through but hadn’t due to working so much.

Dave sighs as he logs off of his computer, standing up as he pushes the chair back. “Okay baby. I’ll do it now” He says as he walks over to her and places his hand on her stomach while he leans down to press his lips to hers. He makes his way up to the attic and sighs as he begins to rifle through things.

He hums as he is filled with melancholy about his father dying. His mother had died years ago but his father and him have always been close. He opens a box, coughing at the dust that kicks up in his face and he digs in. Most of the box is full of photos. Of his grandparents and great grandparents. There’s another photo, older and frayed, and he turns it over: Spain 1913. The man in the photo looks exactly like him and there is a crown on the woman beside him. He frowns and sets it down before digging into the box. There’s a journal inside and he frowns, opening it.

****

“You have been brought here to kill the King.” The meeting was in an immaculate study, rich wooden panels and sturdy shelves with first edition works that cost more than his life. The fireplace in this one room is larger than the washroom in the tiny rooms he rented.

He looks down at the glass of scotch that he has been handed and then looks back up at the group of men that are sitting around him in various relaxed positions. He makes no mistake though, each one of them would have him killed in an instant if he says no. “How would I get close to the king?” He asks before taking a sip of the expensive liquor. It burns going down his throat. “I’m a nobody.”

“The king is searching for a new guard. He has become paranoid…rightly so. He is looking for a military man with experience to protect him from any threats. You are perfect for the job and it will allow you to get close enough to kill the king. I want him gone. Spain needs to be a free country. One that allows citizens the right to a vote, not to be controlled by one man” Francisco shakes his head.

“We need to get rid of the king before it’s too late” Another man agrees.

“You shall meet with the king tomorrow and you will have no issues getting the job” Francisco nods.

David drains the rest of his glass and stands. “It will be done.” He promises and sets the glass down to swiftly be led from the large house, set on an even larger estate and stuffed into the back of a nondescript car so that he can be driven away from the money and family titles and back to the narrow streets and cramped houses where Dave Thomas lived.

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You sigh as you stride through the halls of the palace behind your lady’s maid. You’ve been summoned to your father’s office and you wonder why. “You called for me father” You say as your lady’s maid curtsies and leaves the office to wait outside after your father dismisses her. “Yes. I have some news” He smiles and you frown, “…okay.” You sit down after he gestures to the plush leather chair. “I have arranged your marriage to Prince Phillipe. You will marry him to align our houses” Your father, King Alberto says.

“Align our houses? What is this? It’s the 20th century father” You scoff, “I won’t be marrying him.”

The king frowns at you and shakes his head. “You will be marrying him.” He tells you sternly. “I doubt you have noticed that there has been unrest lately but as a princess of this kingdom, you will do your duty. To your king and to your country.” He slams his fist down on the table and glares at you. His advisor standing behind him takes a step forward. “Prince Phillipe is a perfect candidate for marriage, princess. He is a second son and will help you rule the kingdom after your father has passed.”

You huff but nod, knowing he’s right. No matter how much you hate the idea. You need to do your duty. You knew this day was coming. You were never going to be able to marry for love. You sigh and stand up. “Very well. Let’s just hope he can handle me” You scoff and the advisor nods.

“Your majesty, the candidate for your king's guard has arrived. Shall I send him in?” The advisor asks and your father nods.

David straightens his suit jacket before he walks into the room, keeping his back ramrod straight. He walks forward, aware that he is meeting the king of Spain but he adopts a slightly arrogant air. Confidence is something that he can put on, his military training had instilled that in him. “Your highness.” He comes to a stop right in front of the king’s desk and nods his head respectfully.

“I’ll leave you to It father” You say before you stand up, eyeing the man that entered the room and he is attractive. Dark brown eyes complete with a cocky smirk as he looks at you. You stare at him for a moment before you exit the room, heart pounding a little after you walk down the hall, your lady’s maid at your side.

It was almost too easy, getting the job. David nearly scoffs as the head of the security for the king leads him out of the room to finalize the details of his employment. No wonder the king was paranoid, his head of security was a moron. He could have killed the king right then with no resistance. They hadn’t even checked him for weapons when he arrived. He would worm his way closer to the king using that information.

Then there was the matter of the foxy little number that walked out of the room. Couldn’t believe that was the princess, and he can’t help but imagine how that haughty little face would look when you are falling apart and bouncing on his cock. He smirks, wondering if he can get closer to you while he is here.

****

You can’t help it. You think of him constantly. Since he started working at the palace, it’s like you see him everywhere. You can feel David’s eyes on your ass as you walk past and you turn your head to look back at him, eyebrows raised. You stop and look at him as he stands outside of your father’s office.

“Do you make a habit of staring at a lady’s behind as she walks past?” You ask, part of you thrilled by his gaze. The other part of you is offended but you can’t help it, the thrilled part overtakes. You cross your arms and look at him. “You are dismissed Alexandra” You say to your lady’s maid. “But your highness-” She counters. “You’re dismissed” You repeat, turning to look at her with an annoyed look she knows well.

David waits until your lady shoots him a narrowed eyed look and turns on her heel to walk away. “Depends on the ass, your highness.” He tells you cockily, smirking slightly when you gasp at his use of the word ass instead of behind. “I stare at the nice ones and ignore the ones that aren’t. Yours is worth it.” He tells you, staring into your eyes and wondering if you will slap him or have him dismissed for insolence.

You stare at him in shock but you can’t deny the thrill that rushes through you at his coarseness. “I see. Well…if mine is worth it, I suppose I could see fit to forgive you and not have you reported for indecent behavior. Don’t forget my mercy, Mr. Thomas, for I might need you sometime…soon” You add, a smirk of your own on your lips as you turn and walk away. Swaying your hips and you look over your shoulder to catch him staring before you turn the corner with a giggle.

David smirks and shuffles his feet so he can adjust the front of his suit over the semi he’s sporting. His job is to infiltrate the palace and kill your father but he finds himself dragging his feet. You are gorgeous and apparently interested in him as well. He wants you, who wouldn’t want to fuck a princess? The only question now is if he could work his way into your bed before he has to finish his job.

You sigh as you finish getting ready for dinner. Prince Phillipe had arrived during your afternoon ride and you are due to meet him this evening. Alexandra puts the finishing touches to your dress and reaches up to adjust the tiara on your head. You smile sadly at her, “I don’t want to marry him, even though I know I have to.” You look at Alexandra as she sighs.

“You can indulge prior to your marriage if you wish…however, I would suggest being discreet” She says.

You chuckle, she knows you so well. You nod and check your appearance in the mirror. “Let’s get this over with” You huff and make your way out of your chambers to the drawing room.

SIghing, David stands against the wall, just two steps from the king and wonders what he sees in this prick as a potential husband for his daughter. He clenches his jaw at the thought of you being married to this boring prick, spreading your legs for him and letting him breed his children on you. His hands fists together and he clears his throat when the Prince slaps the King on the arm and narrows his eyes at the man menacingly.

The prince eyes David and offers him a cocky grin, lowering his hand but not stepping away from the king. You put on a smile as you enter the room, striding over to your father. You can’t help but glance at David for a second before you turn to your father. “Papa” You lean in to kiss his cheek.

“Mi amor” He smiles and you step back. “This is Prince Phillipe” Your father announces and you feign a smile as you hold your hand out.

“A pleasure” You lie.

The prince leans down to kiss your hand, “the pleasure is all mine princess.”

Before he can stop himself, David is taking a step forward and a low growl comes out of his throat. “It’s okay-” The king holds up his hand and David freezes. “The man is going to be her husband, I’m sure you can allow him to touch her.” He glances over David with a nod and reluctantly David steps back. “I have to admit the new guard is thorough, he’s pointed out many holes in my security.” He tells the prince.

The defensive growl that came from Dave makes you shiver but the prince takes that as you being breathless about him. You want to jerk your hand away from you but offer him a demure smile instead. “Shall we have a drink?” You ask and he nods.

“Let’s get a glass of champagne to celebrate our union” Prince Phillipe says and guides you to the butler who holds a tray of champagne.

“Thank you” You say as the prince hands you a glass. You take a sip and look over at David who is watching your father as he sips his scotch before his dark eyes meet yours.

David tightens his jaw, nodding slightly to you but there is no smirk on his face. Instead his lips press together, unhappy with your engagement even though he knows he has no claim to you. He is a bodyguard. One sent here to kill your father. You are a princess. The two of you would never have a future together in this country and you were duty bound to your role as future queen. He stands back and watches the festivities between the three of you with a sharp gaze.

You are barely paying attention during dinner. The prince rattles on about how different the food is from his french cuisine and you nod, speaking when you need to. You want to speak to David again, see why he took this job. It’s not easy. Your father is a hard man to follow around and even worse since his paranoia has kicked up a few notches. You sip your wine and catch David’s eyes, a smirk on your face when you see them flick up to your face from your cleavage.

He knows you’ve caught him, instead of being embarrassed, David is bolder than most. Phillipe, that bore is prattling on, basking in his own importance and your father is consumed with cutting his food up into small pieces so David don’t hold back, dropping his eyes back down your breast and his tongue swipes along his bottom lip before he looks back up at your face and winks at you.

You swallow the gasp that makes its way up your throat and your cunt clenches at the way he licks his lips, imagine that tongue gliding along your body. You bite your lip and stare back at him, leaning forward on the table so he has an even clearer view. “Is your back hurting princess?” The prince asks and you lean back and shake your head. “No. I was just admiring the silverware” You lie.

David smiles to himself as you lean over and give such a horrible lie. He schools his expression when Phillipe looks around in bewilderment and the king quickly rambles into a story where he had them change what they were polishing the silverware with because he was afraid they would poison him with the polish. He looks back over at you when it’s safe and lifts a brow at you.

The dinner seems to drag on but David’s faces make you bite your lip. “You’ve barely touched your food, your highness. Everything okay?” The butler asks and you look up, reluctantly tearing your eyes away from David.

“Yes Andre. It was good. I am still full up from lunch” You lie once more.

“Perhaps the princess is not feeling well.” David steps forward, seizing the opportunity to speak. “It might be nothing your highness but there has been a malady that has been going around the palace.” He murmurs at the side of the king. “Perhaps I should escort her back to her quarters and have Emanuel replace me as your guard for tonight? I am sure you and the Prince would like to discuss matters of state.”

You watch your father for a moment, watching him contemplate before he nods. “Very well. Please take the princess back to her rooms and send Emanuel. Come Phillipe, let’s have a scotch and a cigar” Your father says and you stand up.

Phillipe stands up and reaches for your hand. “Until tomorrow my darling” He coos and kisses the back of your hand again. You try to not flinch but you gently take your hand away and look at your father.

“Goodnight papa” You say and walk around to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight mija. We will speak tomorrow about your wedding plans” He says and you bite back your retort before you stride over to David. “Thank you for escorting me back” You say to him, looking at him from under your lashes.

“Of course, princess.” David smirks at you and wants nothing more than to bite those lips of yours but he cannot touch you. At least not yet. He opens the door for you and snaps his fingers to have Emanuel come over from where he was stationed outside of the dining room. Over the past few weeks he has replaced the head of security, which makes his job so much easier. “You are in charge of the king.” He hisses to the other man, whose eyes widen. “He will be safe until my return or I will kill you myself.”

Your heart thumps at his words and you know it's wrong but your cunt clenches hard. Imagining the strong man beside you killing someone else has your pulse racing. You know it's wrong, you do. Emanuel nods and rushes off into the dining room, shutting the door behind him. You stride along the hall, David keeping in step beside you. "I'm a big girl, I could've made it to my room alone" You quip.

David cuts his eyes at you and stops suddenly, pushing you into a small alcove and watching your eyes widen in surprise. His hand is close to your mouth, ready to cover it if you scream but to his immense surprise, you don’t. “Maybe I didn’t want you to go to your room alone.” He hums, smirking at you. “What about that, princess?”

You tilt your head to look at him, a smirk on your face. "How considerate of you, sir. Perhaps you'd like to check my room and make sure no monsters are hiding in the shadows?" You tease, reaching up to adjust the lapel of his jacket. "Are we going to hide in this alcove all night or are you going to escort me to my bed?" You tease, leaning forward to kiss his chin. Waiting for him to make the next move.

Growling, David pulls you out of the alcove and back into the hallway. “You are underdressed for dinner tonight, princess.” He mutters to you as he strides quickly towards your wing. His cock is already throbbing and he wants to get you stripped down. “You are missing a necklace around your neck and I have the perfect one for you to wear.”

You whimper softly and he grins in response. "I have plenty of jewels I can wear" You retort and David smirks, "this necklace isn't made of jewels."

You bite your lip to suppress your moan at his words. You've never been so attracted to a man before. You've had lovers, several over the years, but none as magnetic as David. He makes your skin tingle with a single look. You can't wait to feel him touch your skin. You shuffle to your quarters and find Alexandra waiting for you as you enter your living room.

"I don't need you to get me ready for bed tonight Alexandra. I will be capable" You dismiss her and her eyes widen as she looks towards David. She has always been discreet in keeping your lovers a secret from the palace gossip and from your father. She nods and narrows her eyes at David once she has walked past you before she exits your living room.

David follows her, locking your door and turning towards you while he unbuttons his jacket and shrugs out of it, showing his shoulder holsters for his guns. Your eyes widen and he smirks. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m going to be using a different weapon with you tonight.” He tells you as he removes them and sets them down on your dresser. “You need to tell me right now if you like it rough princess. You want some boring, tepid fuck, go crawl into your intended’s bed.” He growls, dark eyes glittering at the thought. “Because I’m going to wrap my hand around that pretty little neck of yours and fuck you until you cry while you wear your tiara.”

You moan, silk underwear now soaked from his words. You reach out and grab his hand, guiding him towards your bedroom. You push him up against the open door and grab onto his collar, "oh I like it rough sir. I just wonder if you're able to satisfy your princess's needs." You lean forward to bite his chin, eyes meeting his as you pull back.

He’s not gentle as he grabs your arms and spins you around. The only hint of civility he gives you is not tearing your dress from your body. That is only to not have anyone talking about how the princess’s dress was ripped. He unbuttons your dress and pulls it open and growls when he finds your silky undergarments. “I will satisfy any needs you have, little girl.” He coos. “Strip down and get on your bed, princess.”

You are usually not as submissive but there's something in his tone that has you doing as he says. You turn around and reach behind you to unclasp your bra, shrugging it down your arms before you toss it over the chair in the corner. You watch him as you push your underwear down and walk over to the bed. Propping one leg up on the edge while you roll your stockings down. Bending over so you know he can see your dripping cunt while you unbuckle your heels.

“Fuck.” David sees the wet folds of your cunt and he can’t help himself. He strides over and throws one arm over your back and the other hand comes down on your ass hard. You cry out and he chuckles, slipping his hand between your thighs and starting to rub your cunt before pushing a finger inside you. “Tease.” He huffs. “Knew this ass was worth it.”

"Fuck" You pant as he slowly drags that finger out of you.

You whine and he chuckles, "who knew the princess had such a filthy mouth?"

You tilt back and turn your head, "who knew the head of security had such a dark side?" He chuckles again at your retort and you struggle to roll the other stocking down. He pushes a second finger inside of you when you bend over again to unbuckle your other shoe.

“It should be a given, princess.” He pumps and curls his fingers inside you, loving how you moan and arch up onto your tip toes when he pushes them deep inside you. “Not a virgin.” He hums, noting how you aren’t some wilting flower at his touch. “Whatever will you tell dear Phillipe who is expecting a blushing bride?” He chuckles darkly and slaps your ass again with his other hand.

You giggle before you moan, “it doesn’t matter. He will only fuck me for an heir. He has mistresses. They all do. He will leave me alone in my own chambers for the majority of the month until I’m pregnant and then I won’t see him until - fuck- until he wants another child.” You know how it works. How It’s worked for generations.

You push David’s hand away and spin around, shoes and stockings on the floor. “He will only cum inside of me. No passion. No pleasure. Just duty. He will never experience me sucking his cock” You say as you sink down onto your knees and reach for his belt, unbuckling it to pull his hard cock out of his trousers. You wrap your fingers around his cock before you take him into your mouth.

“Shit.” He hisses and his hips roll forward while he looks down at the Princess on her knees for him. “You are good at that.” He huffs, knowing he must not be the first man that you’ve had down your throat. Not that he should care about that. “Oh fuck.” He moans, watching your lashes flutter while you lick down his cock enthusiastically before you take him back in your mouth and start to bob your head.

You moan around him, taking him deeper and you work the base with your fingers. You haven’t had a cock this big since the cook who was fired a few years ago. You look up at him, tiara still pinned in your hair as you moan around his length.

“I don’t want to cum until I fuck you.” He warns, knowing that while he might not be able to cum inside you, he doesn’t want to cum down your throat. He’d rather pull out and paint your belly with his seed. “If that tight little cunt can take my cock.” He smirks at you, brushing a tear out from under your eye.

You pull off of his cock, smirking as saliva drips down your chin. “Why don’t you find out?” You challenge and he grabs your upper arms to lift you up. You walk backwards towards the bed and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face down towards yours.

David chuckles and uses one hand to shove and kick his pants and briefs off. “Eager, princess?” He asks mockingly even as he shoves your thighs apart and settles between them. Fingers slide around your opening to check and he’s satisfied to find you dripping. He wants to make you ache, not hurt you. Pressing his lips to yours, he lines up and thrust into you, burying himself in one stroke.

You cry out against his lips, unable to believe how thick he is. Stretching you open as he immediately bottoms out. “Oh fuck” You whine as you tilt your head back and meet those dark brown eyes. “David” You whimper and your nails dig into his shoulders as much as possible with his shirt still on. You adjust after a few moments and pant out “more.”

He chuckles, thrilled that you want more and he lifts up to his knees, quickly opening his shirt and tearing it off his frame before he comes back on top of you again. “More, princess?” He coos darkly, sliding his hand up to wrap around your neck and keep it there while he pulls out and thrusts back into you harshly, grunting when you cry out. “Like that?”

“Yes. Oh yes” You moan, wrapping your legs around him to push him even deeper. He feels incredible and you know this won’t be the only time. You whimper when his grip around your neck tightens. “David. Yes. Yes” You pant, grabbing onto his wrist.

He leans down and presses his lips to yours softly before he pulls back. Tiara slightly askew and your hand clutching at his, he starts to fuck you. Hard, deep thrusts where he is pushing you into the bed every time his hips slam against yours. The hot, silken walls around him flutter and you mewl and whimper under him, loving what he is doing to your little cunt. “You like this.” David pants out, grinning down at you. “Little princess is more of a whore than I thought.”

If anyone else called you a whore, you’d slap them and have them taken away, but hearing David say it has your walls fluttering around him. “Oh God” You whimper and he smirks, continuing his hard pace. You don’t have a choice, your orgasm slams into you and can only cling on to David as you grip him like a vice, soaking his cock with a torrent of cum as you cry out.

He groans, struggling to fuck you through your orgasm with how tight you get. “Hmmm, fuck.” He hisses, looking down and seeing how wet his cock and stomach are as he thrusts into you and hears the squelching sound added to the steady slap of skin. “Give me another princess.” He demands, smirking down at you when your eyes widen. “I told you until you cry.”

You can’t believe he wants you to cum again. Typically, most of your lovers would pull out now and cum on you before leaving you to your evening. You can only nod, mouth open as little moans and whimpers escape with each thrust of his cock. You are being fucked into the bed and it’s the first time you know you’re going to struggle to walk tomorrow. The ache will be worth it.

You whine again and David’s grip on your throat tightens. You can feel the strength behind his grip, knowing he could snap your neck has you cumming again. Clenching around his cock as you soak him once more. Something akin to a scream escaping your lips and tears falling down your cheeks.

David growls, nearly cumming right then when you squeeze him like a vice for a second time. “Good girl.” He slows his thrusts down, now rolling them achingly slow while he feels your walls tremble and flutter around him. Your cunt is perfect and he wants to savor this, savor you because he knows once he finishes his job he will never get to have you like this again. Instead he lets go of your throat and wipes away your tears. “Good girl.” He pulls out of you and slides down the bed, still achingly hard but he ignores it for the moment. “Let’s see what kind of mess you made.” He tells you before pushing your thighs farther apart and smirking down at your quivering cunt.

You sit up on your elbows to watch him as he settles between your thighs. Your cum has dripped onto the silk bedding and David can't help but lean forward to flatten his tongue through your folds. You gasp, hips bucking up to meet his face as the tip of his tongue flicks over your clit. "Fuck. Oh fuck" You moan, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.

He groans and laps at your clit again. It was rare that he did this to any woman he fucked but he wanted to with you. Wanted to make sure you didn’t forget him when he leaves and you are left to run your country with your Prince Phillipe by your side. He burrows in, his aquiline nose pressed against your curls and he opens his mouth wide and devours you like a man starved.

You whine, tugging on his hair. His nose pressed against your mound and you rock your hips up to meet his tongue. "Fuck baby. I- it feels so good" You moan, reaching up with your free hand to grab the pillow above you. Your heels dig into his shoulders and his hands grab your thighs, fingers gripping your flesh.

David devours you. Licks and sucks, nibbles and moans into your flesh. You are so responsive and he loves the way that you are grinding your cunt down onto his mouth, seeking more while you moan out. He knows no one will hear you, your rooms are too far away from anyone and your lady in waiting would keep anyone from coming to your door. You can be as loud as you want and he wants you to scream for him again.

You pant, struggling to even breathe as his tongue dips into your cunt. "Fuck. David! David!" You squeal and your thighs press against his head as you cum, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. You whimper as you soak his face and you struggle to catch your breath.

He moans and laps at your clit with smaller kitten licks and smirks up at you when your eyes find his dark orbs. “Was that good enough?” He asks smugly. “Your highness?” He kisses your clit one more time before he pulls back up to his knees and wraps his hand around his cock.

"No. I want to cum one more time on your cock" You tell him. "David. Fuck me" You order and reach out to bat his hand away, wrapping your fingers around his cock to pump him slowly.

His eyes slip closed and he lets you pump him for a few moments before he bats your hand away. Stretching out over you, he watches your face while he notches himself back at your slick entrance and slowly pushes inside you this time. Taking his time to memorize the way your walls yield and flutter around him.

You close your eyes as he stretches you out again. He feels incredible and you know you've never had anyone make you feel this good before. "Oh God. I- I have never been fucked like this" You confess, panting when he is deep inside of you, pressing against your cervix. "David" You gasp when his cock twitches violently inside of you.

“Then you’ve never- shit - never been fucked, princess.” He grits out, reaching up and grasping your chin in his fingers and pulling it down so he can kiss you again. Your head has tilted back in pleasure and he smirks when your eyes finally open, hazy with pleasure. “You want it hard again, or do you want to see how long I can draw it out?” He asks softly.

“I want to see how long you can draw it out. I’m in no hurry to see you leave my bed. Are you in a rush?” You ask and he shakes his head, knowing Emmanuel can deal with watching the king for now. “I- I want you to make your princess cum again” You order.

Smiling again, he leans down and presses his lips to yours again. Starting to slowly rock his hips and keeping the pace as sedate as he can. Dragging his length through your walls and groaning into your mouth when your legs tighten around him. “As you wish, Princess.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair to keep his close and you whimper his name against his lips before deepening the kiss. His cock feels incredible inside of you and you are eager to watch him cum and paint your skin with his seed. You caress his shoulders, noting several scars and blemishes.

David is in heaven. You are clenching around him and shuddering under him while moaning and urging him on faster. Rocking his hips back and forth, he continuously moves in and out of you. Feeding you his cock only to take it away to give it to you again. “So pretty like this.” He murmurs, kissing along your jaw. “Not prim and proper.”

Your tiara is crooked and tangled in your hair as he fucks you. You love the way his voice has deepened and you are struggling to hold on as he slowly fucks going . It’s delicious and you moan, close to the edge. He pulls back and slides his hand between you to rub your clit. Your moan echoes off of the ornate bedroom walls and you writhe beneath him. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum again” You gasp and fall apart a moment later, soaking his cock once again.

Grunting, he watches your eyes roll back and he knows you will feel him for days after he has left your bed. “Fuck.” He hisses, pushing his hips harder as he works you though forcing himself though the tight clenching and grasping walls. “Gonna cum.” He grunts out at you, shifting and letting go of your neck so that he can brace his weight over you. Two more thrusts and then he is pulling out, pumping his cock with his hand and spurting hot ropes of his seed over your belly while he pants out your name.

You watch his face as he cums and you smirk, waiting until he has worked out every drop before you swipe your finger through his seed and bring it up to your mouth. Sucking the salty substance off of your flesh with a moan.

David lifts his brow at the sight of you licking his seed on his skin. His fingers caress your thighs and he rocks back onto his knees and looks down at you covered in his spend. “Now that is a beautiful sight, princess. All fucked out and blissful.” He coos with a smirk.

You giggle and shuffle onto your knees so you can press your lips to his. “Guess security won’t be your only job here. I need you in my bed to fuck me” You tell him.

He nods, “yes your highness” which makes you giggle again and peck his lips.

Watching you climb off the bed and walk towards your private bathroom on shaky legs, David reaches down and grabs his underwear and suit trousers to start redressing. He will need to be back with your father soon and he knows now that you are done with him now that you have cum. When you walk out he is re-buttoning his shirt.

You stride over to him, dressed in a silk robe, and help him with his tie. Straightening his jacket once he puts it back on. “Thank you for a pleasurable evening” You coo and gently peck his lips before you step away from him.

David nods, “anytime princess.”

You follow him as he walks to your door and you reach to pick up your tiara, “I’m never going to look at this one the same way.” He chuckles and picks up his guns, holstering them before he opens the door. “I’d like to see you again soon” You confess just as he moves to step outside.

He looks back over his shoulder and nods, “as you wish.”

****

‘You are taking too long to fulfill your commitments. It needs to be done soon.’ Dave crumples the note and tosses it into the fire. It’s been three months since he had taken you in your bedroom with only your tiara on. Since then it has been stolen kisses and touches, rushed fumbles and even one night where you had sat on your father’s throne while Dave knelt before you and buried his face in your cunt.

“Damnit.” He hisses, knowing that he needs to kill your father. He has pushed it off for far too long and wishes that he could steal one more moment with you. He stands and watches the paper burn before he strides off to find you.

You look up as David enters your living room. After three months, he is welcome to just walk in and Alexandra exits quickly, not wanting to witness what she did a few weeks ago. You smile and stand up, reaching for him. “Back for more so soon?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull his down to kiss you.

“Need you.” He insists, sliding his hand up under your skirt while he kneels down in front of your chair. “Don’t have long but I- I had to come see you.” He tells you, pressing frantic kisses to your lips before kissing down your jaw and throat. He is careful not to leave marks on you, although he wants to, he wants to mark you up so that bastard Phillipe would know you belong to him.

You moan, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Fuck David. What’s gotten into you?” You ask, tilting your head back. He kisses and kisses until he reaches your lips. “Darling. Please don’t tease” You beg, stroking his shoulders as you slide your hands under his jacket.

He doesn’t have time to undress you and fuck you properly. Instead he pulls away and smirks at you before he starts shucking his jacket. “Want you to ride me, princess.” He coos, tossing his jacket aside and reaching for his belt buckle. “Right here on your sofa, I want you to push your panties to the side and ride my dick until you cum.”

You nod, standing up and you wait for him to sit down, his hard cock now out of his trousers and you step closer. He reaches out for you and grabs your hips, dragging you onto his lap. “David” You giggle when he kisses along your neck again and he grabs your skirt, shoving it up to your waist so he can watch you pull your panties aside.

He groans when he sees you pull your panties aside and you shift up to your knees so you can slide him along your slit. “Fuck baby.” David groans and bucks his hips up, trying to push into you but you push him back among the cushions.

“No, you want me to ride you.” You remind him and David growls, grabbing your ass and squeezing.

“Then ride me princess.” He demands, eager to feel your walls around him.

You tease him for another moment until he growls and you notch him at your entrance before you sink down on him. “God David” You gasp, working him deeper until he bottoms out. You open your eyes to look into his brown ones, your heart thumping in your chest as you rise up until only the tip remains inside before you sink down.

“Shit.” He hisses, fingers digging into your ass and he lets go of one cheek so he can reach up and cup your face. “So pretty.” He murmurs, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “Perfect.”

He’s so much more tender, making you clench around him. He can be rough but lately he’s been softer, caresses instead of grabs, kisses instead of bites. It’s hard to deny the fact that you love him. He allows you small pieces of him after he’s cum inside of you. It took six weeks for you to beg him to fill you up. You have tracked your menses and you haven’t had any issues so far. “David” You whimper leaning down to kiss him again, cupping his cheeks as you rock on his cock.

David’s arms hold you close, his lips silently telling you the words that he can’t say. He loves you. What had started out as physical had turned into something more but he knows it will never be. You will hate him once he’s killed your father and he can’t blame you for that. Instead of telling you how he feels, he kisses down your throat and nuzzles against your breasts. “Cum for me princess.” He murmurs, kissing your cleavage and lapping at your skin.

You grab onto the back of his neck to keep his face pressed into your chest. You grind down and the coarse hair at the base of his cock brushes your clit which sends you over the edge. You cry out and cling to him as you cum. Shaking above him and you gasp his name as you clench around his cock.

“Can I?” David grunts out when he plants his feet in the plush carpet and starts to thrust up into you. He always asks, wanting to make sure you want him to cum inside you. It’s a dangerous game but he loves knowing you are leaking his seed.

“Yes.” You gasp out, giving him permission and he falls over the edge. His arms around you tighten and he pulls you down on his cock hard while he paints your walls with his seed.

You hum in bliss, loving the way it feels to have his hot seed fill you up. You tilt your head and press your lips to his again as he relaxes beneath you. “I love you” You murmur, lost in the haze of your orgasm.

David closes his eyes and holds you closer, loving and hating those words coming out of your mouth. “I love you too, princess.” He murmurs softly, hand running down your back and up to your neck where he squeezes it gently. He presses another kiss to your lips and pulls your neck back gently. “I do love you.” He promises when your eyes open.

You sigh, hating that these confessions of love that won't lead to a life together. You know it's a fool's errand so you kiss his lips once more before you lean back, shifting off of him. You turn away and reach for the handkerchief on the side to clean yourself up. "I suppose my father is expecting you" You murmur, not wanting to look at him because you know you're only torturing yourself

“He is.” Today was the day. He needed to get this done or he was going to be killed. He stands up and tucks himself away before the steps over to you and his hand finds your waist and he leans in to press his lips to the juncture between your neck and shoulder softly. Unable to leave without one more moment of softness with you. “Remember that I love you, when it’s all over.” He whispers. “I never expected to, but I do.” He kisses your neck again and steps away, turning around and quickly exiting your living room without waiting for your response.

****

"Ah David. You're here" King Alberto smiles as David steps into his private office.

"Your highness" David greets him, his knife in his hand, hidden behind his back.

"I trust you got my daughter to her wing safely? I hope she hasn't been too much trouble for you" The king tuts.

“No, your highness.” David tells him as he approaches. “Your daughter is a spirited woman who will make a fine queen….when it is her time to rule.” He doesn't add that the time will be very soon. Within minutes. It’s regrettable, he doesn't want to kill the old man simply because he is your father but he has to. That was the entire reason he was here.

The king nods, "yes. She will be a very good queen. Fair and elegant. I have raised her for her role. She will be able to rule this country once I am long gone. With Prince Phillipe by her side." David frowns, fingers tightening around the knife. "Is it hot in there?" The king asks, fanning himself.

David looks at the cold fireplace and then back at the king who is sweating like it was the middle of summer. “No, your highness.” He shakes his head and takes a few more steps towards the king. He can’t believe that he’s stalling, hesitating instead of taking advantage of the king’s distraction. “Do you feel alright sir?” He asks, making it to his side and reaching out for his chair.

The king grabs at his chest. "It - it hurts. My chest. I- " He pants, working on removing his blazer and he slumps into the chair, sweat beaded on his brow. "I- I need to- " He struggles to get up and as soon as he stands, he collapses.

"Your highness!" David reaches out for him but as soon as he turns him onto his back, the king is looking up at him with glassy eyes. The king is dead.

The door opens and Phillipe comes walking in while holding up a newspaper. “Albert, this is something you-” He freezes when he sees David hovering over the king, the knife that he had planned to use on him is still in his grip and David’s head whips around to meet his gaze, shocked that this has happened.

“I- he.” He stammers and Phillipe rushes forward.

“Guards!” He cries out.

David growls, not wanting to be arrested for something he didn't do. "He died in front of me" David hisses, covering the prince's mouth. The prince bites down on his fingers, making David yelp and withdraw his hand.

"You killed him" Phillipe growls, trying to grab the knife from David's hand. They struggle against each other, both grunting as they fight and the knife falls out of David's hand to slide across the floor.

They continue to struggle hitting and pulling at each other as they battle. David knows that it will be his word against the prince and he will be executed for this if he cannot silence him. Grunting he punches Phillipe in the face and spins him around so he can wrap his arm around the other man’s neck, cutting off his air supply as he struggles against him.

David can feel Phillipe trying to get free and he thrashes, his elbow flying back to hit David in the jaw. He yelps and stumbles back. The prince laughs, "you killed the king for what? Power? Money? Ah...the princess" Phillipe chuckles, "I know you've been fucking her. I know all about your little affair." David launches himself at the prince again but he sidesteps the assassin. "Don't worry. I'll make sure she's fucked after you are dead. She looks like she needs a good cock to shut her the fu-" The prince chokes and blood drips down his chin. He's shocked and you stumble backwards, the knife still lodged into the back of the Prince's neck.

Wide eyed, David realizes that you killed the Prince as the other man gives a gurgling cough and falls down to the floor. You are staring at him, eyes glazing over and David rushes over to you. “My father, you killed-”

“No, no princess. Your father clutched his chest and fell to the floor,dead. I didn’t kill him.” David rushes out. “I couldn’t.” He looks at the Prince and knows that it's just a matter of time before someone comes in here with the sounds of a struggle. “We need to leave.” He tells you. “You tell them I killed the Prince. I will take the blame.”

“No. No they will have you hung. We have some time before they arrive to escort my father to his chambers. I- I can write a letter to my cousin explaining that the prince killed my father to obtain the throne sooner than expected. I- I’m sorry” You cry, hands shaking.

David nods, knowing that you will need to write fast. He motions to the desk and rushes towards the door to close it. “Write your letter and we will get you out of here, princess.” He shuts the door and twists the lock. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He blows out a breath and comes back over to you, taking the knife and holding both of your hands. “It’s okay, princess. You can still blame this on me. If you- if you do this, you have to give up your throne.”

You look up at David after grabbing the pen and paper, hands stained with blood. “I only have one question for you…do you want to be with me? Do you truly love me? Because I- I want to be with you. We can run away to America” You suggest, “I can tell my cousin I abdicate from the throne. I just need you to tell me what you want before I write this letter.”

His heart is pounding in his chest and he closes his eyes, knowing that he has to tell you the truth. He can’t have you giving up your throne for him without it. He loves you too much. “I- princess.” He clears his throat. “I was sent here to- to assassinate your father.” He holds his hands up and shakes his head. “I didn’t kill him. I swear to you. I put it off, even though they would kill me because I fell in love with you. I couldn’t, I- I tried but I couldn’t break your heart and leave you.”

You can't help it. You start to laugh, looking up at your lover. "Do you really think I didn't know you were sent here to kill my father? I could see it all over your face as soon as you walked into the room. The first night...I was trying to distract you. Then - then it became more than trying to distract you. It became about you and I- I fell in love with you. I believe you when you say you didn't kill my father. You would've done it by now if you really wanted to kill him. He has always been paranoid, only eating beef to avoid salmonella, only drinking ale to avoid being poisoned by wine. He - he killed himself with his poor diet despite me warning him. I know you didn't kill him and I love you so do you want me to abdicate so we can be together? I want that. I don't want to be queen, I never have" You tell him.

“Yes.” David answers quickly. “I want you. Fuck princess, I want you forever. I hated the thought of anyone else but me touching you.” He confesses with a scowl on his face at the idea. “I love you. Write your letter and we can leave. I am supposed to catch a boat to America. Change my name and start a new life over there. Come with me.” He tells you, wanting to kiss you but needing you to write your letter. “I want to marry you and build a life with you.”

You smile, “let’s do it. I love you. I- I don’t want to let you go.” You begin to write a letter to your cousin, explaining that Prince Phillipe had killed your father and you are unable to take the throne as you killed the prince. You write that you are abdicating the throne and sigh with your flourish. “Come on, let me pack a bag and we will go now” You tell him, standing up from the desk, “and I need to change”

David sticks close to your side, keeping a sharp eye out for anyone that you might run across. The less people to see you and him anywhere near the king and Phillipe, the better. He sneaks you into your room and turns to give you a kiss. “Go get ready.” He orders you gruffly. He was leaving everything he had here, the papers and his money to leave was stashed at his old place. “Take only what we can carry.”

You quickly wash off, changing into a new dress and packing a few items. You have a small bag and you are ready to go. “Your highness?” Alexandra calls out as she walks into your chambers just as you and David are about to leave. “Where are you going?” She asks.

“I- I want to be with David. I need to go to do that. I- thank you so much for everything I- you’ve been incredible. Like a mother to me” You choke and step forward to wrap your arms around her after David takes your bag.

“I- why don’t you stay? I’m sure your father will understand” She urges and you choke, shaking your head at the thought of your father, currently laying dead in his office.

“I need to go. Thank you for everything” You kiss her cheek and step back towards David.

Alexandra narrows her eyes at David, never trusting him completely. “You understand what she is giving up, don’t you?” She demands and he scoffs slightly.

“I’m aware she’s giving up her title and crown, a life of immeasurable wealth but also the headache and heartache of running a country.” He gives Alexandra pointed look. “Change is coming. It’s best if you and all those you care about leave the palace quietly.” He tells her, not wanting her to be swept up in the revolution to come. “I will take care of our princess and love her and give her what she wants. Freedom.”

You smile, reaching for his hand. “I just want to be happy” You tell her.

After a moment, she nods. “Very well. Follow me. You can leave through the servants quarters.” You nod and David guides you along the hall as you follow your lady’s maid. You walk through the dark servant hallways until you arrive in the kitchen. "Through that door. You can exit out of the gate" Alexandra tells you.

"Thank you" You whisper.

"Just be happy your highness" She orders and you nod, looking at David, "I will."

Once off the property, David takes your hand and guides you through the streets. “We will need to stop by my old apartment. I have money and papers. Then we need to get on a ship bound for America.” He glances behind him, tucking you close to his body and trying to make it seem like you are just a couple eager to get home. “It will be easy to forge papers for you. I will make it appear that we are already married.” He murmurs to you. “But- I want to marry you. Do things right.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek as you carry your bag. "I want to marry you too" You murmur as he guides you down the street. After a few moments, you arrive at a ragged building and David guides you inside, checking the area and he pulls a gun out of the back of his trousers. "Stay close. If anything happens...run" He orders and you nod, knowing you wouldn't just run away but you will tell him that to pacify him.

David creeps down the narrow, dirty halls to the doorway that was his. The sounds of crying babies and yelling can be heard upstairs. It’s not a nice place, never was, destitution and hunger hang in the air along with the pungent smell of unwashed bodies and dirty nappies. He had never really cared, this place only being one that no one paid attention to what the others around them were doing. Keeping to themselves and looking out for their own interests.

Making his way into the small room, he glances around to make sure that nothing has been disturbed, satisfied that no one had been in these rooms but him and he makes his way over to his hidey hole for the carpet bag filled with everything he needs for a new life.

You wrinkle your nose at the smell. It’s the dirtiest place you’ve ever been inside and you wonder how anyone could survive here. Then you remind yourself that you’ve grown up in luxury. Privileged beyond anyone in the country. You know you need to accept that your life of luxury is over and that is the price you pay for love. Watching David grab his bag, your heart thumps and you know you’ve made the right choice. He’s worth it.

From the old apartment to the docks, David is careful. The rest of this is just a matter of you not being seen and recognized as the princess. He turns to you and squeezes your hand once the steamer ship that will carry you to America is in sight. “Are you sure?” He asks softly. “We won’t live like you have before, but I will make sure you are provided for.” He promises. “But if you want, you can claim that I took you and go back to your life.”

You place your scarf around your head to cover your hair and pray no one recognizes you. You had changed into a more casual dress in hopes of blending in. "David. I want this. I want to be with you and I cannot go back now. I don't want to go back now. Phillipe’s family will want my head. I have to leave. So I want to leave with you, the man I love" You assure him.

David leans in and kisses your lips softly, more so than he ever has before. “I love you, princess.” He whispers against your lips, using it as an endearment rather than your title. “We will be happy.” He promises. “I will make sure of it and I know that you will hold me to my word.”

****

You grip the side of the boat as you heave, trying to not be sick again. David rubs your back and you pant, trying to catch your breath. "I suppose you don't get along with the sea, princess?" He asks and you shake your head.

"I have been sailing many times and have never had any issues. I- David. I did not bleed this month" You reveal to him, heart pounding in your chest. You bite your lip and await his reaction after you stand up straight and wipe your mouth with your handkerchief.

His brow furrows for a moment before he smiles, his face lighting up when he realizes that you might be in the family way. “My princess.” He leans in and kisses your forehead before he kisses your lips, not caring that you have been sick. His hand slides to your stomach discreetly. “I had hoped that every time you begged for my seed it would take. That if I had to leave you and watch you marry that imbecile, that you would have a piece of me.” He confesses, eyes dark with wonder and love.

You smile, relieved that he's happy. You aren't sure you could handle him being angry with you when you've both come this far. It's scary. Having a baby in a new country when you don't have a home yet. You cup his cheek, "you would've always been with me...in my heart. He would've never had that. It will always be yours." You nudge your nose against his, excited for the scary future ahead.

David sighs and covers his hand with yours. “When we get to Ellis Island, you will be Mrs. David York, and as soon as we find a priest, I am making you my wife in the eyes of the church.” He promises. “I love you, princess and I always will.”

****

Dave turns the page and a folded document falls out. The marriage certificate for Mr. & Mrs. David York. His grandfather's birth certificate and he looks down at the velvet box, opening it with a gasp. Nestled inside the box is your tiara. "Did you find anything good, baby?" Carol asks as she leans against the door, frowning as she spots Dave kneeling over with his back turned to her.

Turning back towards Carol he stands, bringing the journel and the box with the tiara over to his wife. “I- yeah.” He swallows and looks down at the leather bound book before looking up at his heavily pregnant wife. “Let’s go downstairs, honey, sit you down, it’s- it’s a story.” He tells her, shaking his head as his mind reels with this new information.

Carol settles into the sofa, mouth open after hearing Dave read the journal detailing the unknown origin story of how his great grandparents met. "I- wow" She swallows, "so your great grandfather was David Thomas and he - he was an assassin. I- wow" She exhales, still processing the entire story.

Dave nods. “Apparently.” He huffs. “And my great grandmother was a princess to the Spanish throne. Not that it exists anymore.” He shakes his head and opens the box to pull the tiara out of the velvet lining, holding it gently in his hands. “I wonder why they kept this.” He thinks it might be the one mentioned in the journal, but he can’t be sure since his great grandfather didn’t describe it.

Carol takes the box from his hands, inspecting it and she lifts up the bottom of the lining to find a note. "Aha" She says excitedly, opening the note. "To the family member reading this, whether it be my darling son or his children, I want you to pass this down to remind you about where you came from. An assassin and a princess. A novel idea that became a love story. Pass this down to your children and them onto theirs so you can be reminded that this family was created from love and only love." Carol reads the note aloud, "it's signed by the Princess of Spain." Carol's eyes widen, "I- wow. It's true."

Looking back down at the tiara, he smiles as his other hand slides over the large curve of Carol’s stomach. “It looks like our little girl will be a princess after all.” He jokes, setting the elaborate crown that is encrusted with jewels on top of her stomach and his dark eyes find Carol’s. “Hopefully this family secret isn’t something that bothers you.” Carol knows nothing about what he does, and if he has his way, she never will. Never wanting her to worry about his business trips.

"Of course not honey. You cannot control the past. I just...wow...you descend from Spanish royalty" She giggles and leans in to him, "I guess that makes me your queen."

Dave chuckles, "yes it does." He humors her and takes the tiara, "I will put this in a safe place and we can tell our daughter about their story when she is older...the PG version of course."

Carol nods, "who knew your great grandfather would be such a good erotic writer?" Carol snorts before she rubs her stomach. "Don't you have that meeting to get to?" Carol reminds him after she glances at the clock.

"Shit. Yes. I- I will be back in time for dinner. I hate Saturday meetings" Dave huffs and leans down to kiss his wife.

"It's okay. I know you need to get the paperwork up to date before the end of the year" She assures him, "just bring takeout on the way home."

Dave nods, "of course. I'll get your favorite." Carol hums in delight and Dave puts the journal and velvet box on his desk before he grabs his briefcase. "See you for dinner, baby." He calls out before he steps outside, adjusting the collar of his coat. He chuckles to himself as he walks over to his car, opening the briefcase once he's inside to make sure the gun is loaded and the silencer is screwed on. "Guess murder is a family business" He snorts to himself after he pulls away from his house.

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The Muskgrave Problem: How Season 4 is A Return to Sherlock’s Gothic Orgins, or A Defense for Season 4

This discourse/meta/analysis or whatever you want to call it will contain spoilers for Season 4. So, if you haven’t seen it yet, I suggest going to PBS.org or the official site for BBC’s streaming (or wherever you can find it honestly) and giving it a watch. Once you’re ready, click the read more below.

Before I go into the main meat of my argument, I’m going to get some things out of the way that have little to do with the Gothic themes in this season. The following are just my opinions, and if you’d rather get right to the heart of the matter, skip, by all means. But let’s address the other elephant in the room: Mary.

I was initially excited about Mary Morstan because in Doyle’s original works, she was an enjoyable figure. She was clever enough that Holmes admired her and was tolerant of her presence in his and his flatmate’s life, but brave enough that Watson completely fell in love with her. And while this worked for a Victorian society, in today’s culture, someone that good at making two previously homo-romantically charged characters suddenly accepting of her (and wanting her) is a bit on the 'Mary-Sue’ side of writing. Moffett and Gatiss (Mofftiss from this point on) saw this, thus they created someone who would be morally gray for the audience: someone we could come to like and find intriguing, but making them just dark enough that we would be able to forgive our boys for indiscretions (Sherlock’s drug relapse, John cheating, etc). Was it executed well? Not to me. I hated the ‘secret assassin’ angle, and I will never accept it. Hopefully someday someone can fully give Ms. Morstan the roles she deserves.

NOW! On to the matter at hand. You see, my friends, after The Six Thatchers, and the adaptation piece that we all expect in this series, it became clear that Mofftiss wanted to return to the Holmes stories’ Gothic origins, and they hit everything on the head perfectly. How? Well, let us consider that there is a checklist in nearly every Gothic novel or story that must be hit in order to be considered part of that genre. That list includes, but is not limited to:

1. An isolated setting where the protagonists are kept away from society.

2. An antagonist who is mentally unstable, yet also morbidly alluring.

3. Family secrets (aka the Mad-woman in the attic),

4. Taboo obsession (usually sexual; incest, homosexuality, open sexuality, etc).

When you hold this list up to the full scope of the show, the Euros story-line, the meat of the season from the tail-end of Season 3 on to this season, ticks everything off.

First, the isolated setting. Moftiss gives us two for the price of one by starting us off in Sherrinford, the island prison built for Euros Holmes. Like the titular Ortranto in The Castle of Ortranto, and Castle Dracula in Dracula, we have this massive fortress, as Mycroft calls it, situated far from any other society and outside contact. It is filled with rooms and corridors that seem designed not only to contain but confuse people, especially after Euros gains control of the facility and turns it into her own little maze of horrors. This is perfectly in keeping with the labrynthian castles and fortresses found in Gothic novels, which keep our protagonists away from help or other forms of society, and completely at the mercy of those who run/own the property, thus inciting terror upon them as well as the audience (be it reader or viewer). The second location is Muskgrave Hall, which falls into the same category as Wuthering Heights in Wuthering Heights, Thornfield Hall in Jane Eyre, and Allerdale Hall in Crimson Peak; a country-side manor that is ruined and falling apart, surrounded by the memories of the dead (or in the case of Muskgrave, fake grave-stones to simulate the dead. The Holmeses seem to like their Gothic decorations, hm?). The story actually begins and ends here, since Euros is the one who started Sherlock’s long fear of ‘sentiment’ and his belief that ‘alone protects me’ by murdering his first best friend, Victor Trevor, here, as well as attempts to murder his friend/lover John Watson here. Euros’ obsession with her little brother begins and ends here (more on that later). Could we have done with one isolated place? Sure. But many other Gothics, such as The Italian and Zofloya often change locations while still keeping the feeling of isolation and dread going, and so too did Moftiss, to great effect.

Next is Euros. Ah, Euros Holmes. She ticks off the next three items on the Gothic list, and she does them all with flourish. Not only is she the family secret (naturally) due to her insanity, but she’s also a strangely alluring, wicked character, much like Moriarty. How? Some, I’ve seen, criticize her ability to control people as ‘magic’, but the truth is, many Gothic antagonists are able to manipulate people to their whims even though they are clearly disturbed or evil. Look at Rosario/Matilda in The Monk, Zofloya of Zofloya. They convince their victims that what they’re doing is sound even though these two characters are literal embodiments of The Devil. Consider Doran Grey in The Portrait of Dorian Grey, as he justifies his life of hedonism and self-indulgence; you know it is wrong, but you can’t help but want to actually listen to them. When one adds in Euros’ standing as a genius and the myriad of mental disorders she suffers from, she stands up perfectly to the task as a Gothic antagonist.

So, with her skills, Euros could create her own cult, honestly, but instead she uses her genius to attack Sherlock. Why? Well, that is where we can tick off the last subject: the taboo. Traditionally, this subject is reserved for sexual based taboos in Gothics, such as Ambrosio’s desire for his (admittedly unknown to him) sister in The Monk, King Manford’s desire for his daughter-in-law in The Castle of Ortranto, and Lucille Sharpe’s love for her brother in Crimson Peak, but also can encompass homosexual/homosocial desire, as it does in Frankenstein. But here Moftiss shies away from the sexual side of that obsession, but that doesn’t make it any less obvious that Euros loves her little brother to obsession because they are so much alike. Being a year apart in age, with similar levels of genius (though hers is superior), she obviously had more in common with him, had a deeper attachment. They could practically have been twins, given what the audience is shown. But due to her natural detachment from empathy, and her other mental disorders (so many to mention they require their own meta, and I’ll leave that to others), she was unable to form that same attachment to anyone else. That makes her different from Sherlock, who clearly could and did form other loves and friendships. For the Gothic antagonist, anyone who stands between them and the object of their obsession must be eliminated. That is why she killed Victor Trevor, and why she wanted to know about Moriarty, why she spied on, and then tried to kill John. They all stood between her and Sherlock, her ‘favorite’ brother.

But, you may ask, why involve John? Why did she try to lure him into an affair? Part of her observation on Sherlock, really. To see why he liked Watson so much. Just as she didn’t know why Sherlock seemed to prefer Victor to her as a child, she wanted to know what made John Watson interesting. Hence how she learned about his moral code; when he wouldn’t cross the threshold from text-affair to an actual one, she learned he had a moral standard—a weakness. And, again, in Gothic antagonist fashion, she used it.

So, then, we come to the traps. The Game. Why do we have them? Some have said that Euros’s games are too much like the Saw films, but, I say, one they’re missing that Saw is also quite Gothic (another discourse for another time) and two that Euros had to create this over-the-top game. Not for her own ego, or to prove she was clever, but because of, again, her obsession with Sherlock. As a child she wanted to give him puzzles, and when he wanted to be a pirate, she wanted to be one, too. She has only ever wanted to ‘play’ with Sherlock. So, when Sherlock became a detective, after she saw the sort of ‘games’ he liked now, she adapted so she could play too. First she tried playing as the victim, as seen when she pretended to be Culverton Smith’s daughter. She presented herself in a way that would get her noticed (a female John Watson; clearly she’s read the blog), and followed him as he deduced what happened. She then swapped that role out for that of the mastermind—the ultimate game, the only way she could see of being with her brother. When those did not work, she went back to the beginning; she took him home to make him come to her room and spend time with her. That is the depth of Euros’ obsession for Sherlock, and it is beautifully, masterfully Gothic.

I know many are dissatisfied with this season, but I found it to be a delight. After the disappointments at the end of Season 3 and the stutter of the first episode of 4, having this return to the Detective Novel’s Gothic origin was a delight for me. Mofftiss clearly did their homework in order to tick off the tallies they did on this story line and, while I admit they could have done more if they’d had the chance for a 5th season to drag it out a bit, I’m glad they did what they did, and with how they did it. There are in fact many more Gothic tropes that were done by this season, and while I’d love to list them all fully, that would take ages. Right now, I’m going to stop here, and enjoy what, for me, was a satisfying season.

TLDR; Season 4 was a return to the Gothic roots of the Detective genre, and deserves a little more credit than most are giving it.

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