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Too Many Secrets (S.H x twin sister! Reader)

Summary: taking the place of Sherlock BBC The Final Problem (episode 3 season 4) Sherlock is surprised to learn that Redbeard's secret is now revealed and also when he discovers that he has a younger sister that he himself does not know. But, that's not the only secret of his life that was revealed.

Warning: mention of missing children, plot twist? angst, mention of drowning, confused on the level of danger, Too many secrets revealed.

P/s: as usual if there is any grammar mistake or confusing sentence as well as confusing storyline. I'm sorry!

-Dhani

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" Look at the violin " Eurus said firmly as she showed her violin towards Sherlock with an emotionless look.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes trying to focus his gaze on the violin that his younger sister was showing.

" It's a Stradivarius " Sherlock said in a soft but firm tone. He himself was confused where this conversation was going to be.

Eurus cocked her head to the side. Looking at Sherlock with a blank look made Sherlock himself feel uncomfortable under the gaze of his younger sister.

" It's a gift " said Eurus.

Sherlock frowned. " who from? "

" Her "

She walks to her right, where a hatch is set into the wall and floor at the edge of the glass. She puts the violin and bows into it and the opening revolves round to Sherlock's side of the glass. After Eurus put down her violin and bow, she then walked back to the middle of the cell and stood in her place again. Sherlock blinked a few times before walking over to the hatch and picking up the violin and bow.

Sherlock's mind began to stir with what Eurus said a few moments ago. Her. Perhaps there are other visitors visiting Eurus. But, it's not possible because this place is strictly controlled by guards and every corner of this place must have CCTV. Also, if the visitor wants to visit they will definitely fill out a form or check the ID or the purpose of their coming here.

Sherlock stood back in his original place. Both hands hold violin and bow. Sherlock looked at the violin for a long time.

" her? " Sherlock asked confused, his brow furrowed.

Eurus looked at Sherlock blankly before slowly tilting her head to the side.

"You don't remember, do you?" Eurus said in a flat tone.

Sherlock thought for a moment. Try to find the old memory hidden in his mind. It was as if he was diving into a vast and deep ocean trying to find an old memory that was fading. An old memory that he himself did not know. An old memory that is still locked somewhere in his mind.

"Remember what? "Sherlock frowned. The violin and bow were tightly held in his hand.

Eurus looked at Sherlock blankly before letting out a small chuckle. She tilted her head to look directly into Sherlock's eyes before she half turned away from him.

"You play, don’t you?" Eurus asked, trying to change the subject.

"How did you know?" Sherlock asked quickly, his mind trying to find that old memory.

Eurus looked back at her brother. Slowly, a small extra unpleasant smile began to appear on her face.

"How did I know? 'She' taught you, don’t you remember? How can you not remember that? How can you not remember 'her'?" answered Eurus with a sorrowful tone of voice, her eyes showed sadness but managed to hide it.

Sherlock swallowed slowly. Heaving a heavy breath, his eyes were still looking at his younger sister as the feeling of unease began to grow.Feelings of guilt began to arise in him. How does he want to remember all that when his mind is still processing all the information that he himself only knew a few days ago.

Sherlock looked at his sister guiltily. "Eurus, I don't remember you at all let alone know what you mean by whom."

Eurus smiled slightly at her brother.

"Interesting. Mycroft told me you’d rewritten your memories; he didn’t tell me you’d written me and 'her' out completely".

Sherlock frowned and this added to his confusion.

"What do you mean, 'rewritten'?" Sherlock asked as his hands tightly gripped the violin and bow.

Eurus looks at him intensely. Oh, how she really wanted his brother to remember their past events. The story of their life, the story of their childhood.

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;

He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

The old song began to echo in Eurus's mind. The sound of children's laughter was still fresh in Eurus' mind without realizing that a small smile was etched on her face. An old memory that Eurus herself will never forget.

"You still don’t know about Redbeard and your other half, do you?" Eurus said in her blank tone. The small smile that was engraved earlier is gone and what replaces the smile on her face is her emotionless expression again. The memory that played in Eurus' mind disappeared.

Sherlock looks at her grimly. His mind began to become increasingly confused. His other half? He has a twin that he himself does not remember. Another sibling. It's enough with the younger sister that he himself just knew about and now with his twin that he himself doesn't even remember let alone know her. He himself did not know what to say. He was speechless. His heart was pounding while his mind started to mess up just because there was too much information. Redbeard. His twin. Sherlock's hands began to sweat.

Does Mycroft know about his twin? His missing twin. Does he know what happened to his twin? Is his twin still alive?. This made Sherlock even more angry with Mycroft. He kept too many secrets. There are too many stories of his life that he himself does not remember being manipulated by his eldest brother. For what? To save him?.

"Oh. This is going to be such a good day."

*flashback*

"Sherlock, can I play with you?" young Eurus said to her brother, Sherlock, who is about a year older than her.

Sherlock who was dressed in a light brown jumper and shorts, complete with a pirate hat and his hand holding a wooden sword looked at his little sister.

" this is a boy's game, Eurus. You're a girl, you can't play this game." said Sherlock to his little sister. (forgive me if this seems out of character. I just want to make this storyline interesting..don't mad at me)

Eurus looked sadly at her brother who had already turned his eyes to his best friend, Victor Trevor or known by his pirate nickname, Redbeard. Victor who was wearing a red and checked jacket complete with long pants and wearing boots and has the purple bandana tied around his neck and also an eye patch next to his eyes, looked at his best friend.

before following Sherlock from behind. But before that, Victor looked at Eurus with his smug look as if trying to make her jealous. Eurus glared at Victor. After Victor left, Eurus' eyes were still focused on her brother and best friend. Jealousy began to grow in her. Oh, she really hates Victor. It was because of him that Eurus couldn't spend her time playing and being with Sherlock. It's all about Victor Trevor. It's all about Redbeard.

"Just ignore him, Eurus"

Eurus looked back, looking at the 7-year-old girl who was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a dark blue cardigan and long black pants and not wearing any shoes. She was holding a dead fish in her hand.

Eurus tilted her head slightly. "Why is that?"

The girl looked at her hand that was still holding the dead fish. The girl's hands were wet and must have been because she had just taken the fish from the small river near her house.

"oh, found it by the river. I thought I'd save it by putting it back in the water but, unfortunately, it's dead. I thought I'd bury it. Myc said it's useless" said the girl in that sad tone of voice.

Eurus approached the girl. Before pointing her finger towards the girl's legs.

"Aren't your feet cold?" She said.

"No"

"Ok"

And they were both silent for a moment, looking at each other. As if they were communicating using the mind, understanding each other. Well that's because they are siblings. The 7-year-old girl is Eurus' older sister and Sherlock's twin sister. Y/n Holmes. A girl with straight/curly hair that is H/C, her eyes are E/C, and her personality is different from her twin. She is a solitary person, kind-hearted even though she is a bit strange in her behavior but she is friendly with other people (only people she knows) .

Always went to the river near the Holmes family's house, for that reason it was where she played, her favorite place even though her parents had warned her not to play near the river because of the danger but she still wanted to go anyway. After all, where does she want to play?.

"what's wrong with you, sis? " you asked Eurus with a raised eyebrow.

"Sherlock doesn't want me to play with him. He's too busy playing with Victor." replied Eurus, lowering her head a little.

You sighed heavily and looked towards the small hill where Sherlock and his friend were playing pirates. A pirate-like scream could be heard from where you and Eurus were. You looked back at your little sister who looked sad then you started to wipe your wet right hand on the cardigan you were wearing before you put your hand on top of your little sister's head and patted her head gently.

" don't worry Eurus! I'm here. We can play together. But before that we have to bury this fish first. " you said excitedly while holding Eurus's hand with your right hand and started walking.

Eurus raised her head and looked at you happily before nodding and following behind you excitedly while singing the crooked man song along your journey with Eurus.. And that was your last memory with her. Why? because after a few weeks later, you disappeared near the river. Only your black boots and your dark blue cardigan are left by the river. Leaving the unfortunate tragedy to the entire Holmes family.

All the searches have been done but you are still not found. There are some who say that you actually drowned and your body was washed away in the river. Some say that you ran away from home and the worst of all is that you were killed and your body was dumped somewhere else. But, all those theories have nothing to do with what actually happened to you. Your disappearance remains a mystery. And that's where the life story of Eurus Holmes begins.

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;

He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together-

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".. in a little crooked house."

Sherlock tilted his head slightly as if his mind was starting to trigger something. Something that is getting closer but still far away.

"Oh, so you're starting to remember? Congratulations, Brother." Eurus said still looking at Sherlock with a blank face. Sherlock frowned.

" her song.. her favorite song.. she always brings her music box to the riverside.. don't you remember that, Sherlock? oh yes, I forgot because you were so busy playing with Redbeard.. always Redbeard. It's all about Redbeard" said Eurus again.

Sherlock looked at his little sister for a long time. The violin he was playing slowly stopped immediately.

"So clearly you remember me." Sherlock said slowly.

"I remember everything; every single thing. You just need a big enough hard drive." replied Eurus, slowly she stepped forward.

Sherlock was still standing in the same place. Suddenly, he heard John's voice from the earpiece he was wearing.

"Sherlock" called John from the earpiece.

"Not now" Sherlock said quietly.

"Vatican Cameos." John warned.

"In a minute." said Sherlock before he took the earpiece out of his ear and put the earpiece in his pants pocket.

"Let's continue" said Eurus and stopped a few feet from the glass cell.

"Did they tell you to keep three feet from the glass?" Eurus asked, as if to warn Sherlock.

"Yes." answered Sherlock quickly

"Be naughty. Step closer."Eurus said to Sherlock, trying to persuade Sherlock to approach the glass cell.

Sherlock hesitated a bit whether to approach or not. He looked at Eurus with a furrowed brow.

" why? "

" Do it. Step closer. " coaxed Eurus again with her flat voice.

Sherlock didn't move and was still standing in the same place. He was still hesitant to approach or not. Eurus looked at Sherlock for a long time.

" Tell me what you remember" Sherlock said to Eurus, his expression showing concern but he was good at hiding it. However, Eurus can see behind the mask.

"You, me, Y/n, and Mycroft" Eurus answered again, but the moment your name came out of her mouth, Eurus let out a short breath.

"Mycroft was quite clever. He could understand things if you went a bit slow, However, Y/n.. She understands me and is smarter than you, she is my first favourite person, but you ... you were my second favourite."said Eurus in a deep tone.

Sherlock slowly took a small step forward, as if he was beginning to be influenced by what Eurus was saying.

"Why was I your second favourite? And why was Y/n is your first favourite? " Sherlock asked softly. His feet unconsciously took another small step. While Eurus also took a small step too.

"’Cause I could make you laugh. I loved it when you laughed. Once I made you laugh all night. I thought you were going to burst."Eurus replied her eyes still focused on Sherlock's face.

Sherlock smiled a little as if touched by what Eurus said.

"I was so happy. While Y/n always plays with me, always makes me laugh and treats me well. No wonder why she's my first favorite."

Sherlock's feet took a small step forward. The more steps he took, the closer he got to the glass cell.

"Then Mummy and Daddy had to stop me, of course." Said Eurus

"Why?"

Eurus took a small step. Almost got close to the glass cell.

"Well, turns out I got it wrong. Apparently, you were screaming."

"Why was I screaming?" Sherlock asked confused.

Suddenly Sherlock's mind seemed to play a whimpering sound. Sherlock's gaze lowered.

" Redbeard. Y/n"

Eurus stopped her steps. Tilting her head slightly to the side to look at Sherlock.

"I remember Redbeard and Y/n.. What- what happened to her? what happened to my other half? What happened to Redbeard?" asked Sherlock in a low voice.

Eurus was silent for a moment. Her eyes closed. A heavy breath was exhaled. It turns out that her mind is playing with old memories with you. A small smile began to appear on Eurus' face. Your favorite song sounds clear in Eurus's mind as if you were right there with her singing the song. Oh, how she loves her older sister. Eurus opened her eyes and looked at Sherlock.

"Do you? Do you want to know what happened to your other half? To Y/n, To Redbeard, now?" asked Eurus, taking a small step forward.

"Tell me what I don’t know. Tell me what happened to her? " replied Sherlock, stepping forward too. And now he is right in front of the glass cell.

Eurus looked at Sherlock's face with her intense gaze. And Sherlock frowned after hearing what Eurus said.

"Touch the glass."

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"Sherlock? The bones I found."

Sherlock walked towards a nearby room and looked at the TV screen in the room, Looked at John's wet body in the well. Both John's hands seemed to be holding something but Sherlock couldn't see it because of the dark atmosphere in the well. Only the moonlight was shining on the well even though it was quite dim.

"Yes? They’re dogs’ bones. That’s Redbeard." said Sherlock quickly, his breath beginning to shake.

John who was still holding something in his hand began to make a grief expression. His heavy breath was exhaled slowly.

"Mycroft’s been lying to you; to both of us." Replied John with a low voice.

Sherlock who was looking at the TV screen began to frown in confusion, trying to understand what John meant.

"They’re not dogs’ bones."

"Remember Daddy's allergy? What was he allergic to?" asked Eurus trying to trigger something in Sherlock's mind with such a questions.

Sherlock stared at the screen which had now changed to the face of Eurus who was looking at Sherlock with her eyes showing something that Sherlock himself could not understand. Sherlock now has a look on his face as if he has realized something while his mouth is hanging open. Perhaps the lost memory has now begun to rise and appear in his mind.

"What would he never let you have all those times you begged?" Eurus asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.

Sherlock was still silent but his eyes were still focused on the TV screen. Looking at Eurus's face that seemed to be triggering Sherlock's mind with a barrage of questions. And what surprised him was what Eurus said and caused all the lost memories to come rushing through Sherlock's mind.

"Well, he’d never let you have a dog."

Inside Sherlock’s mind, a dog barks. He screws his eyes shut and sees his younger self running through the shallows on the beach with his 'dog' while swinging his wooden sword in the air. His face looked happy.

C"ome on, Redbeard!" shouted young Sherlock as he swung his wooden sword as if directing his 'dog' to run with him.

Nearby, young Eurus runs around, smiling. In one hand she has a plastic toy aeroplane and she holds it up and 'flies' it through the air as she goes and spinning all over the place with her toy airplane. Behind Eurus is her sister who is throwing stones into the river before looking at Eurus and smiling broadly like a mother who is proud of her child. While Eurus with a happy smile ran towards her sister and ran around her sister making airplane noises. Y/n chuckled before she also started running with Eurus chasing Eurus who was now laughing.

"What a funny little memory, Sherlock."

Little Eurus and Young Y/n chase each other with laughter, revealing the Irish setter sitting on the pebbles with a purple bandana tied around its neck. Some distance away, young Sherlock, wearing his yellow jumper, raises his plastic sword and swoops it downwards, smiling towards his dog like a pirate.

"You were upset ..."

Young Eurus runs around behind the dogwhile Y/n chased Eurus behind her with her hands out in front as if she wanted to catch Eurus.

"so you told yourself a better story... "

Still clutching her toy, young Eurus continues trotting around in a circle trying to distance herself from her sister who was still chasing her with a happy expression on her face.

"... but we never had a dog." said Eurus, saying the sentences one by one and emphasize each words.

Once young Y/n runs across in front of Redbeard, briefly obscuring him from the view. As she trots away, the Irish setter has gone. In its place a young boy is kneeling on the beach. The same age as young Sherlock, he has red hair and he is wearing a thick checked shirt and has the purple bandana tied around his neck. He is wearing a black plastic eyepatch over one eye. He stands up, wielding his own plastic sword like a pirate. Victor Trevor.

Young Sherlock turns to look at him. As young Mycroft continues trying to skim pebbles on the stepping stones some distance away, the red-headed boy runs towards Sherlock, who turns and trots away across the beach with the other boy following him. Little Eurus stopped and turns to watch them, and the red-headed boy stops and turns back to her. They look at each other for a long moment. There is no friendliness in their expressions. There is only hatred. Young Y/n looked at Eurus and the boy before she walked over and put her hand on Eurus' shoulder trying to avoid what happened between the two of them. It was obvious that the two children hated each other.

And what John Watson was holding was the child's skull that was dirty because it had been left in the blind well for too long. Sherlock stared down, tears starting to fall from his eyelids. A heavy breath is exhaled several times. His shoulders heaved up because of his rapid breathing. His heart was beating fast. All the lost memories quickly began to come to Sherlock's mind. And everything has changed.

"Victor." Sherlock whispered softly.

"I remember what Y/n looks like. I remember where he was always with you and playing with you even though I always ignored you and Y/n."

"Now it’s coming." Eurus said softly, her eyes starting to glaze over with tears gathering between her eyelids.

"We played pirates. I was Yellowbeard and he was ..." Sherlock looked at his little sister with watery eyes.

"... he was Redbeard."

"You and Y/n were inseparable. But I wanted to play with my siblings too... I want you to play with me with Y/n but what are you doing? You ignore me and your own twin just to spend your time with him. You have spent our childhood with him. It's all about Redbeard.. It's all about Victor Trevor. And then Y/n disappeared without a trace and you ignore your missing twin as if nothing happened and that's when my childhood was over. I just wanted to play.. "Eurus said in a soft but angry tone. Every sentence that Eurus said pierced into Sherlock's heart several times as if she had the sentence inside her for a long time and was just waiting for the right time to be expressed.

Sherlock took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly, try to get rid of the pressure inside him. This is too much for him. oh, how foolish he was to ignore his twin and younger sister in the past. Memory after memory began to fill Sherlock's mind space.

" Oh. Oh, God... "Sherlock said slowly as tears fell down his cheeks. " what-.. What did you do...? "

♪ I that am lost,

Oh, who will find me,

Deep down below,

The old beech tree? ♪

"Please let me out! Please, someone help me! Please." screamed Victor who was cold and drenched in the well but sadly no one was near the well.

"Victor" Sherlock whispered.

"Deep waters, Sherlock, all your life." Said Eurus softly. "In all your dreams-"

"-Deep waters."

"You killed him." said Sherlock, devastated.

Sherlock raised his face and looked at the TV screen which still showed Eurus' face. His eyes were red and even his cheeks were wet with tears.

" you killed my best friend "

"After Y/n disappeared, I didn't even have a best friend. Y/n was my only best friend that I had. But, after she disappeared, I had no one. No one" said Eurus quietly with an angry tone.

"but you shouldn't have killed him-"

"- if I don't have a best friend it means you won't have a best friend either. It doesn't seem fair if you still have someone while I don't have no one."

No one

Sherlock raises his head towards the ceiling.

In the well, John struggles to keep his footing, the water now up to the top of his chest as more pours down.But his foot seemed to kick something in the well. Something hard. But his foot seemed to kick something at the bottom of the well. Something hard.

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"We’re going to crash! I’m going to die!" The girl on the plane shouted.

Meanwhile, John grunts with effort, his right arm under the water and apparently tugging at the chains around his feet. While his left arm holding something which he found at the bottom of the well. The rushing water came down fast from above and continued to fill the well and made it difficult for John to stay alive.

Sherlock races through the gateway beside the house, runs round the side to the front and then bursts through the front door, then runs up the stairs.

"I think it’s time you told me your real name." Said Sherlock quickly.

"I’m not allowed to tell my name to strangers." replied the girl on the phone.

Sherlock reaches a closed door on the landing and stops in front of it. Quietly he said:

"But I’m not a stranger, am I?"

Sherlock quickly opened the bedroom door. and he stares intensely at what he sees.

"I’m your brother."

There, Eurus who is still wearing clothes from Sherrinford who is sitting on the floor of the room that was charred from the fire. Her knees drawn up in front of her and her hands wrapped around them. Her eyes are closed and her tears were still flowing down her cheeks.

Sherlock looked at Eurus sympathetically. He’s in a burnt-out bedroom in his family home and he lowers the lantern to the floor and holds out his other hand towards the figure in front of him.

"I'm here, Eurus. " Sherlock said slowly.

Eurus keeps her eyes closed and speaks with a child-like voice:

"You’re playing with me, Sherlock. We’re playing the game. Y/n must be happy. "

"The game, yes. Y/n will definitely be happy. she is always happy. I get it now." He steps closer to her.

"The song was never a set of directions." Sherlock continued.

Eurus' eyes still closed and she said in her voice child-like and frightened: "I’m in the plane, and I’m going to crash."

Sherlock crouches down in front of her.

"And you and Y/n are going to save me." said Eurus still using a child's voice.

"Look how brilliant you are.Y/n must be proud of you. Your mind has created the perfect metaphor. You’re high above us, all alone in the sky, and you understand everything except how to land. " said Sherlock softly.

He shifts round and sits down in front of her, breathless and anxious.

"Now, I’m just an idiot, but I’m on the ground." He reaches out and puts his fingers onto her hands.

" I can bring you home."

Eurus' eyes still closed, plaintively, afraid to open her eyes.

"No." She said quietly while her voice reverts to its adult tone.

"No, no." She shivers.

" It’s too late now." She said, shivering due to unable to control her emotions.

Sherlock shifting closer to her and lowering his hand. With gentle he said:

"No it’s not. It’s not too late."

Eurus continued to win, her expression changing from fear to sadness and failing to control her emotions.

"Every time I close my eyes, I’m on the plane. I’m lost, lost in the sky and Y/n is not by my side.. Y/n is gone..no-one can hear me." She pulls her knees closer to herself, crying silently.

Sherlock reaches out and gently puts his hand onto hers again. His hand gently caressed Eurus' hand trying to calm her down.

"Open your eyes. I’m here." Whispered Sherlock softly.

Eurus opens her eyes and slowly raises her head, looked at Sherlock's face with a sad expression. Oh, how he missed his brother's touch. Sherlock looked back at Eurus with a sad look.

"You’re not lost any more." Sherlock said softly.

He shifts even closer and reaches out to embrace her. She shuffles forward and wraps her arms around him and they hug each other tightly while she cries. Eurus sobbed into Sherlock's chest as Sherlock gently stroked her hair and back trying to calm Eurus down. Sherlock sighed heavily and rested his chin in Eurus' hair.

"Now, you ... you just ... you just went the wrong way last time, that’s all. This time, get it right. Tell me how to save my friend."said Sherlock in an almost tearful but still clear tone even though his voice was getting raspy as time went by because he was almost crying

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John groaned loudly trying to push his feet to the bottom to keep his head up. The water in the well is rising more and more, John almost gives up but tries to make sure he can still survive. The mysterious thing he was holding was still tightly in his damp grasp.

"Sherl.."

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"Eurus ..."

Sherlock loosened his grip slightly from Eurus to see Eurus' wet face due to the tears that wet her cheeks. Eurus looked at Sherlock with her face streaked with tears. Her sobs were dying down now but in the moonlight Sherlock could still see how red Eurus' eyes were.

Sherlock cradled Eurus' face in both hands and looked at Eurus directly with his pleading eyes.

"Help me save John Watson."Sherlock said softly. His hand was still gently caressing Eurus' hair.

Eurus looked at Sherlock for a long moment before her tears fell back down her cheeks.

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Red and blue lights lit up the dark night at Musgrave Hall as several police cars were parked around the grounds of the mansion. The sound of the helicopter rotor in the sky indicates that the event is over. Everything is fine again. John Watson was saved from drowning in a well and he was given a gray towel to keep him cool and less wet. Eurus was led away from the house and brought into a police van by two police officers.

Not far from the van, Sherlock looked at Eurus with pity as if he didn't want Eurus to be taken away and put back into Sherrinford. But, that's the end of it. He had to see Eurus go one more time and make sure Eurus' wish came true.

Lestrade then walked towards Sherlock and John and explained about Mycroft. Turns out Eurus just locked Mycroft in his old cell and left him alone there for a long time. Although Mycroft was a little shaken up, he was still fine and did not suffer any injuries. A little thanks to Eurus because she really doesn't want anything from Mycroft.

Before Lestrade left, Sherlock managed to call Lestrade. Lestrade stopped and looked at Sherlock with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, um. Mycroft – make sure he’s looked after. He’s not as strong as he thinks he is. And one more thing, told him I need to see him to talk about something"Sherlock said slowly.

Lestrade looked at Sherlock before nodding in understanding. He knew, even if Sherlock and Mycroft weren't very nice to each other. He knew that Sherlock still cared about Mycroft even though he didn't want to admit it. Same with Mycroft.

"Yeah, I’ll take care of it." said Lestrade before turning and walking away. Leaving Sherlock and John alone there.

"Thanks, Greg" said Sherlock suddenly.

John who was hurdled tightly on the thick towel looked at Sherlock with surprise when Lestrade stopped and looked at Sherlock with his mouth open. Lestrade didn't expect Sherlock to be able to say his name correctly this time. All this time he always said his name wrong and this caused Lestrade to not care what Sherlock called him. But this time, he pronounced it correctly. As for Lestrade, he thought that Sherlock was actually jokingly pronouncing Lestrade's name incorrectly all this time just to annoy him. But, this time it's not just a joke.

Lestrade just looked at Sherlock for a moment before turning and walking away with his pride and joy in his mind.

The atmosphere around Sherlock and John was quiet again. Only the sound of police officers who were assigned to work around Musgrave Hall could be heard. Helicopters and police vehicles could also be heard clearly in the area but that couldn't fight how quiet Sherlock and John were.

John then decided to break the silence.

"You okay?"

"I said I’d bring her home. I can’t, can I?" Sherlock replied quietly.

John nodded slightly. "Well, you gave her what she was looking for: context."

Sherlock looked at John for a moment before turning his gaze forward.

"Is that good?"

John looked around the place. "It's not good, it's not bad. It's ... "

John was silent for a moment trying to find the right words. His eyes darted around the place and looked at Sherlock again.

"it is what it is" replied John quietly before looking ahead.

Sherlock was speechless. He was still processing what John said earlier. Is what he did right? He sent Eurus home, didn't he? But why does Sherlock still not feel that what he is doing is right? Why does he still feel empty? As if something is not complete anymore. Something important that he himself needs to find the answer to. Oh yes, His other half.

Sherlock let out a weak breath. "I don't think what I've done is enough to know my true reality... I don't think it's complete."

John looked at Sherlock strangely.

"I don't think that the story of my life is over after I found out that Eurus is my sister. The younger sister that I myself forgot." Sherlock said slowly.

"So is my twin sister..." Sherlock whispered quietly and John couldn't hear it.

"What are you talking about, Sherlock?" John said confused. He had never heard such a sentence from his friend's mouth. Let alone about his life.

Sherlock was silent for a moment then let out a weak breath and looked at John.

"I have to ask Mycroft about something I don't know myself" said Sherlock.

John was even more confused by what Sherlock said. He had never heard that Sherlock needed Mycroft to ask about something he himself did not know. All this time he was someone who always knew what he wanted. But this time, it was a bit of a surprise for John. Perhaps what happened to Sherlock has changed Sherlock's way of looking at others. A way of looking that John Watson himself did not know.

"About what?" John said.

Sherlock ran his fingers through his dark curly hair a few times.

" Something to do with my other half." Sherlock said slowly.

" your other half? Sherlock don't say that you ha-"

"I'm sorry but i wanted to ask, do you want this thing? If not, we need this to do some tests related to the skull we found. Because this is evidence that may belong to the victim." said a policeman on duty. The police officer was seen holding a wet and dirty music box. The color of the red paint has now faded and is starting to disappear because it has been left in the well for a long time. The Music Box that John Watson found when he was trapped in the well.

Sherlock and John looked at the police officer at the same time before they looked at the medium-sized music box in the police officer's hand. Sherlock widened his eyes.

"Where did you get this music box?" asked Sherlock, taking the music box from the police officer's hand. His eyes looked at the object trying to make any deduction related to the object.

The police officer looked at Sherlock. "Doctor Watson found the music box in the well."

John nodded indicating that what the police officer said was correct. Sherlock then opened the circus-shaped music box. It looks like a round mirror that has a circular pattern in the middle of the mirror like that. But unfortunately, the music box didn't make any sound because it was old and wet with water.

"how many skulls did you find" asked Sherlock suddenly after he closed the music box.

" Enough skulls for one child. That's all we found. That's why we asked if you want to keep the music box or not because we need to know if this music box belongs to the victim," explained the police officer.

" it doesn't belong to the victim." said Sherlock quickly.

John looked at Sherlock quickly as soon as Sherlock said that. The police officer looked at Sherlock with a confused expression.

"sorry?"

"it doesn't belong to the victim. So I keep this" said Sherlock again.

"but sir, we need to know if the music box really belongs to the victi-"

"it doesn't belong to the victim and I will keep this, thank you" Sherlock said before walking away with the music box in his hand.

John looked at the already walking Sherlock before looking at the police officer and nodding his way. Then, he chased Sherlock from behind.

"Sherlock! what was that thing?" asked John in confusion, who was now at Sherlock's side.

"I have to do what I promised to Eurus" replied Sherlock quickly.

"What promise?" asked John who was tired and confused.

Sherlock stopped and looked at John. John then widened his eyes in surprise as he heard what Sherlock said.

"I need to know what happened to my twin sister.."

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rustys-lodge · 9 months

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His ward.

Summary : Sherlock notices a few changes in you. It's sleep, nutrition and....Other things. You're just simply not okay. What's he going to do about that ?

warnings : Talk about lack of nutrition, a bit of angst, as well as poor behavior caused by lack of sleep. And one mention of physical assault.

A/N : First sherlock fic ! yaaay ! I'm so excited to add a new fandom to the Masterlist . So, as some of you might notice, the scene's the same. Just a few changes of my own to fit the story better. And a much better ending that I'm sure a lot of us wanted !! 😂 For those that don't know the scene. Here it is.

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"Did i ask you for advice ? I found you on the street. Drunk."

The man froze, turning to face you in a defeating manner.

"Now what may I observe about you ?"

You shook your head. "We're not playing this game."

Let's rewind a few hours back...Where Sherlock was...standing like a crab, balancing himself to not fall drunken face down on the ground. If you hadn't found him and brought him home....You'd say he would've ended up dead, somewhere in a garbage can.

Now Sherlock, thinks otherwise. Mister great detective says it is he, who helped you. How ? God knows how....

He is also saying you should leave....Which...You don't agree with. He needs the help. His place is a mess. he needs cleaning. He needs someone to help him organize the chaos that he's living in...He needs-

"Your eyes are redder than redder than wine." Sherlock started and you take a step back. "You're much slower than you usually are."

"Like you know what i usually am like, Sherlock." Accusations spilled out of your lips, but Sherlock ignores them, simultaneously talking ober you and analyzing you.

"Your face has lost it's color and your wounds are healing very slow."

"You're one to talk, look at you, your hair's more messed up than a-

"And then there's the irritability, you are less-"

"Stop !" Your index found itself inches away from Sherlock's face. And he stops.

"And then there's your nails." Sherlock's voice decreased into a soft tone, yet the sternness was still there. And before you could move your finger away, his hand reached for it. "Your nails are brittle."

You yanked your hand away at his response. "They are n-"

"I wasn't in such a state as to not see that, Y/N." Sherlock leaned closer to your face, the glare in his eyes freezing you in place. And then he kept on blabbering as he walked away from you. And you couldn't help but insult him back concurrently . "You're neither sleeping nor eating. Why is that ?"

Your throat dried up as his words emerged louder and louder. "Sherlock, you- You-How did you-"

"And." Your brother lifted up his arm. God damn it.... "Your neck is red. Someone has gripped it or held a knife against.." a shaky breath replaced that last little word as realization hit Sherlock, his features emulsifying into a state of shock...

Or was it anger ?

Your hand instantly flew up to cover your neck as your gaze darted to the ground. You couldn't help but think about the product of the aftermath. And as the silence grew louder, the images started-

"Are you involved in something dangerous ?" Sherlock broke the silence. Finally. And you glanced away. "Because you are still my ward." Steps grew closer and a second after that, you found yourself towered over by him.

Your foot staggered back. You...You don't n-need him.

"If you need my help, my offer remains on the table." A soft command is what it was...And you couldn't help but thi- "Don't be so desperate to prove yourself, Y/n."

You faltered, scoffing. Is that was he thought it was ? It was that....But did he have to say it ?

"I am not desperate." A fake spark of triumph electrified you. And you found yourself turning on your heels. "And i don't need your- or anyone's hel-"

"Not so fast."

You turned around, somewhat thrilled. "What ?" You spa out.

You might've gotten thrilled. But that doesn't mean you were going to show that to him ?

Your brother threw a glance at you before his gaze fell down. His giant slumped shoulders gave away the desperation and the deceit he was feeling.

Your heart stung at the sight of it.

"What ?" You repeated yourself, a bit louder. Impatience was growing thicker in you. You....Yo-

"If you insist my help is not needed, than i will serve you a plate and i shall observe you e-"

What ? "No!" He can't do that to you !! you're not a pet !

Sherlock raised his hand, motioning for you to stop. "To make sure you are well nurt-"

"No. No." But his attempt to defend himself failed, as you cut him off again, shaking your head violently. How could you not ?? What kind of suggestion is that-

"And you'll sleep here tonight. And then tomorrow you're free to...Not ever come back."

His words pierced through your heart.

"No."

"Okay." Sherlock condensed. And you squinted your eyes at his mischievous s- "Then you're not going anywhere."

There is it ! You...You knew it. Rolling your eyes at him, you tilted your head back as frustration swept over you. "No."

"I'm sorry. But"

"No" You shrugged, turning on your heels. You were not having any of it. Not the accusations, not the suggestion...Nothing. And Sherlock was quite different from Mycroft...He was gentler, sweeter. More loving. That meant : His opinion doesn't matter. After all, who's h-

"Hey !"

You flinched at the sudden yell that echoed through the room. Sherlock's voice was consumed by anger. Hoarse and low, the yell only made whimper unconsciously...And you thanked god your brother was far enough not to hear it. He better not have heard it...

"But Sherlock i-You can't withhold me h-"

"I am not withholding you, sister, I am only seeking your safety and your well-being." The detective's voice simmered down again, almost mirroring yours. The only difference is that you sounded almost weak. He sounded...collected.

"I-"

"If." Sherlock's voice filled the room again. "you do step out of that door, the consequences of that will be solely your responsibility to bear." The softness in his voice sent chills down your spine, as behind it hid a dark pitch that...You weren't sure you wanted to hear again.

With two fingers slightly curved around the door handle, your eyes dart from handle to Sherlock....You reconsidered....Stay and risk him finding out ?(Choice 1) Or Leave and risk...Whatever he has in mind for you ?(Choice 2)

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Tell me which choice would you choose ? if anobody wants to be tagged for part 2 tell me. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

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ellieslittleburrow · 5 months

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Requested by the beloved @fatherlesschild2 : CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING ANGSTY ABOUT SHERLOCK AND ENOLA BEING SIBLINGS WITH READER, IDK I HAVE A QUESTIONABLE IMAGINATION BUT MAYBE THE READER GETTING INTO A FIGHT AND TRYING TO HIDE IT?

Warnings : uuuuuuuum angst? Grr scary brother

A/N: sorry for the delay lol. I had to copy and paste every single line from my other account so if something's out of place im soorry hahahah ❤️

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*creak*

God damn you st-

*creak*

Maybe if i went slower

"God da-"

"Young lady."

Your eyes flew up as your lips parted in a little gasp. Before you stood a large figure. Broad shoulders and a threatening stance, it towered over you, causing you to freeze in place.

Tiny splinters dug into your frozen fingers as you gripped the stair handle, tightening your hold the more Sherlock kept silent.

I mean, is he going to keep standing there until the sun sets and the birds start churping?

Your older brother stepped aside, motioning for you to step inside. And you complied, slowly and hesitantingly.

"Youngsters ought not to be wandering about late at night, particularily when expressly told ,on multiple counts, not to slip out." Sherlock patienly waited for you, taking after you the moment you passed by him.

You felt smaller with a much bigger shadow than you. But you kept your posture straight, anyways.

Your head was feeling too heavy for your liking and you just wanted to sleep.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock, is there any way we could do this tomorrow morning? Now's not the time for a lecture." The words came in a gruff tone. And as if you weren't already in enough trouble with the man, you just headed for the room you and sister Enola shared.

"Sure...Tomorrow." Sherlock's voice sounded." Good night, little one."

"And don't think i didn't see those marks on your neck"

Fuck.

"We'll discuss it tomorrow."

It's tomorrow.

A pain is etching from your temple down to the hollow part that sits under your cheek.

Flashes of your....eventful evening storm in from your subconscious and a long sigh escapes your lips.

" Finally awake."

AH. You shriek, your body jerking to the uncomfortably close voice over you. Rolling around halfway, you jump backwards, shrieking at the two people standing over you.

What the hell?

Sherlock and Enola were standing at your bed, both leaning down to examine you like you're a cadaver they were just about to start inspecting.

But you weren't. So why the fu-"

"How did you get that, y/n?" The investigator's eyes dart from your own eyes to your cheek, and you unconsciously cover the said thing with your hand.

Uh....you were't sure whether to lie or not. Whether to tell the whole truth or just half of it.

"Uhhh..." A long sigh escaped your lips without your accordance as you hadn't already decided on which story to tell yet. "Uh..." You stuttered again, flustered.

You shrink in your bed, melting into the sheets as you leaned away from the figure that lowered it's upper body over yours.

"Little one, your answer better be the right one."

Sherlock's eyes calculatedly pursuited yours until they locked.

Dark and threatening, they glared into your soul. Shit. How can someone regret their decision the second they made it?

"I....I fell down the bar stairs."

Fuck. How can someone regret their decision the second they made it?

Sherlock straightens his back. "Really?"

"Y...yeah. you c-c-an ask the men th-there if you want." You got out of bed, the opposite side of where your siblings were standing.

"I was walking....I might've had a drink or two." Maybe admitting to another forbidden punishable act will help you elude the real thing? "And as i was walking down, my ankle twisted and i found myself flying down the stairs."

You brushed past both of them, heading for the door. Nice lie! If they were to go ask the men there, nobody would be able to say a single word, because all of them would have been too drunk to even know their own names.

You'd highfive yourself but-

"Alright then, show me the other bruises."

You were glad your back was facing them, as your eyes widened in surprise. Fuck! You didn't think of that. "The ones on your hands and knees, probably, as well as your hip." Triumph laced Sherlock's voice. You internally damned him to an afterlife in hell.

"What...other bruises?"

"Well of course i can't do that!" You spin around, disdain etched across your face. You scoff.

"I can't undress myself in front of y-"

Haha! Enola. You almost forgot about h-

"He'll leave the room."

You snort a provocative chuckle "You really believe i think of you any differently, Enola?"

"I'm sure he trusts my decision making by now." Your sister lifted a triumphant brow.

Enola's eyebrows relax as annoyance etches across her face. She sighs and happiness internally floods your body. Looks like you were close to win the battle. With her.

"How's this?" Anger embodies Sherlock.

Definitely only with her.

"Lie and i will make sure you...never do that again."

Sherlock started walking towards you.

"But then again, i would like for you to spare us the anticipation, i already know you're lying. Because your-"

"Because my toes seem strange and i breathed in instead of out?"

"Because your friend came running here and said you were getting yourself in really bad trouble. And that it was only a matter of time before somebody got badly hurt."

Oh..of course she did...

"Listen, y/n, we understand that you're afraid of our reactions." Enola started, crossing her arms over her chest. "But you can't hide those things from us, we're your siblings."

Adorable-not good enough, though. Not to insult Enola's attemps and efforts, but you'd never do that just because you're siblin-"That's Enola."

"On my part, if i ever find out you're lying to me about something like this, i will make your life a living hell, little girl. And trust my words, i will make sure of it."

Your head spun towards Sherlock, a bit surprised and...scared as darkness suddenly swamped his voice.

You would've rolled your eyes at him but you were already in enough trouble. You wouldn't want to bury yourself in it, would you?

"I'm sorry." The lie slipped out of your lips like butter. You're not sorry. You don't care. In fact, you're not done with those stupid bastards. And you're not one to let go easily.

Thankfully, they weren't going to know since your face was already bruised. Or are they?

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padfootdaredmetoo · 10 months

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Hi again! Here's the second Henry Sherlock X Peaky idea I had if you wanted! It would be a Sister Holmes X Tommy Shelby where reader is Tom's secretary and has just stated dating him but hasn't told her family yet because she hasn't seen them in a while. Then maybe one day a girl (badly disguised as a boy) is caught snooping around the betting shop and as Arthur takes her to Tom's office for questioning the reader immediately clocks it as her little sister who a agreed to spy for Sherlock. Then reader finds him and is berating him for putting Enola in danger while Sherlock is mad about her ruining their cover because he's investigating Tom for a case and as their arguing the reader says she knows Tom didn't do it because he was with her at the time (maybe she reveals the hickies) and Sherlock just freezes and goes into big bro mode while the Shelby family is trying to figure out what's going on because for once they didn't commit this crime and they haven't heard about the readers family yet. And yeah! That was the other idea😂 idk which to send in so you can choose which you'd rather do! Feel free to change anything about them too! I just desire some Sherlock x Peaky goodness 😂 ❤️❤️ also I hope those weren't too long I just didn't know how to explain them shortly!

Have a great night/day/time! ❤️❤️ and remember: GO YOU!!

Hey Love,

Hope you enjoy this and thank you for waiting so long! Was away on vacation (realized I didn't post that I was away.) Thanks again for these requests! they were so fun!!!

Warnings: Mention of child trafficking/conflict between family / peaky blinders-related themes

You were tired after being up all night. The conditions were nothing to complain about though. You lay in bed thinking about the chaos that surrounded your boss, and your relationship to him. You knew he wasn’t always a good man. But just like the morning sun streaming through your curtains, your mind was hazy.

This feeling was not something you had experienced before. Complete ease. You were relaxed when he was around, and you even enjoyed being around his family. The feeling was addictive and considering the family you were born into it wasn't a mystery how you had ended up with such an appetite.

While the Shelby family could match your folks for chaos, they had a consuming warmth about them that was foreign to you.

You thought long and hard on your way to the betting shop. This emotion could be a result of lovemaking, you knew enough about brain chemistry to know that there was a scientific side to these things. But why were you so happy the rest of the time? Why were you becoming so attached to him and his family?

You got to the betting shop and were thankful to see tea brewing in the kitchen upstairs. You poured a cup and grabbed a muffin from the counter before settling in at your desk.

Your mind was finally distracted from trying to sort out your feelings. Relief flooded you as you tied your hair out of the way and dug into the various file folders. You were doing your favorite, well, second favorite thing. Analyzing data for patterns. This particular situation was close to your heart you wanted to find the evidence as quickly as possible.

You were so consumed with compiling evidence that you didn't even notice that something had kicked up in the betting shop until Arthur had dragged the commotion to the front of your desk.

He held a girl dressed in boy's clothes by the collar of her shirt. The girl was young with a face that resembled yours a great deal. Your stomach dropped and you weren't sure if you wanted to shout at him to take his hands off of her or die of embarrassment.

Your own appearance was embarrassing enough, your hair was tied up in a scarf, and your thick-rimmed reading glasses probably only made your eyes look even wider than they were.

“Enola?!” You hissed. Your whole nervous system kicked into high gear. She could have been killed. Arthur could have killed your baby sister.

You stood up and Arthur was smart enough to release his grip on her.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” She looked up at you with sad eyes, a trick that had been abused many times over the years of broken dolls and colored pencil scribbles on the pages of your books.

“Arthur?! What on earth-” Polly shouted from upstairs.

“Eh - Looks like it's being handled,” Arthur called back, giving you a wink. His face told you that he knew exactly what emotion you were feeling. Older sibling to older sibling, he was going to let you handle your sister. Rather than the alternative, which would have been to put her in the cellar till Thomas got back.

Your stomach dropped.

“Enola what the fuck.” Your voice was low and she gave up on looking sad.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and you fought the urge to slap her. She gave you a meaningful look and slowly said “It’s family business”

Arthur snorted slightly. Polly was coming down the stairs.

“I called Thomas. Now what is going-” She started but you cut her off.

“Enola, why are you here, I trust them with family business.”

“Well, you shouldn't.” She snorted and you hated the arrogance that was radiating off of the girl. This attitude and performance lead you to the conclusion that Sherlock must have sent her. She was always hungry for his approval.

“What does Sherlock want with them?” You asked firmly. Her eyes widened slightly but she brushed it off.

“How long have you worked here?” She said giving you a cold look.

“I’m the one interrogating you.” You reminded her. “Now where is Sherlock? I’ll just ask him myself.”

Just then as if summoned he came through the doorway with Thomas. Your temper flared up and you gripped the edge of your desk to steady yourself.

“Could have just called me.” You said trying to keep the anger out of your voice.

“You can’t really be trusted on this one.” He said in his usual unbothered tone. You knew that this mess was clearly for an ongoing case and that because you were employed here you couldn't be involved. But it hurt non the less.

“Right.” You said narrowing your eyes. “Get it over with. Now.” You demanded, unsure if Arthur took a step closer toward you in an effort to show solidarity or if it was in case you ended up being a threat to the family.

“Well, I’ve been employed by a family to investigate the Shelby family here. Yesterday it became an active murder investigation..”

You watched an expression cross Thomas’s face and you wondered if he lied about that part of his life being packed away. You caught a look of confusion on Polly’s face that quickly turned into a stony mask. She didn't know what this was about, but she’d turn on you if it was necessary.

“What family and when?” You said sharply. You felt Thomas’s cold eyes stay locked on you.

“Harris, I placed the time of death around 8pm.” He bit back.

“We were at dinner, I can account for his whereabouts for the whole evening. Before you accuse me of lying, I’ve been looking through all their books and paperwork.” You picked up the papers you had been collecting your findings on. You almost wanted to laugh at your luck, for once you had the upper hand.

“Your employer didn't take too kindly to us after we refused an offer they made regarding the children at the orphanage.” Sherlock’s face paled slightly. “I’ve got more than enough evidence through the paperwork here to put them away for life. Human trafficking.”

You both entered a famous Holmes staring contest and he knew that he’d messed up. You weren't expecting him to look so angry though. Sure when you were children he would get mad like this. You hoped he was angry at the horrible crimes being committed but something in your stomach said otherwise.

You wanted to break and look to Thomas. You suddenly became aware yet again that your hair was messy and you were still wearing your glasses. You normally always took them off when someone was approaching. Your cheeks got slightly pink at the thought of him judging you.

“The real question is what will we do to bring them down,” Polly said trying to break up the tension.

“Why this?” Sherlock’s voice cut like a knife as he gestured to the room.

“We can discuss this later.” He didn't budge and you were grateful that Polly started to pull Enola up the stairs.

“Come let's get you some tea and a snack,” She said quietly. Polly shot Arthur a look over her shoulder. He gave you a reluctant look but followed her out of the room.

Thomas stayed against the wall looking as relaxed and bored as he always did when in the company of outsiders.

“Why them?”Sherlock repeated once he realized Thomas wouldn't be leaving, and you realized it was the same question that had been nagging you all morning.

“They make me happy. He makes me happy.” You said quickly.

“They are criminals.”

“These are hard-working people. You snoop around if you like, but you won't find anything criminal here.” You knew this because you handled the transition of the business yourself.

“I don't like it.” He said firmly and the emotion he was giving off finally made sense. He wasn't one-upping you, he was trying to protect you.

“You wouldn't like it if it was anyone else either.” You said with a small smile finally understanding. “I’m sure we can help each other with this?” You gestured to the paperwork.

“Of course.” He nodded and came to stand next to you. Just like that things fell into their usual flow, you explaining a pattern and him trying to prove you wrong to help narrow it down. You and him went back and forth at a rapid pace and within a few moments, he was in agreement with you. Just then you heard Enola speak.

“Did I miss all the good stuff?” She asked Thomas and you looked up, breaking your concentration. He gave her a small smile. Once seeing his friendly nature you went back to pulling the last of the stolen documents you hadn't examined yet.

“I think they have most of it sorted,” Thomas responded.

“Damn.” Enola sighed. “Was it cool? I bet it was cool.”

“Very.” Thomas’s response caught you off guard.

“Sorry about your shop - and everything.” She said in an uncharacteristically shy voice.

“It’s alright. Feel free to stop by anytime.” You watched Enola’s face light up at his words. While they were legal on paper, you knew this was a dangerous place and probably always would be. Was Sherlock's world any different? As long as the family kept her safe she would be fine you reassured yourself.

“Thanks.” She held out her hand to him.

“Enola.”

“Thomas.”

They chatted and your heart got a little bit softer the more they spoke.

“This is enough to take to the inspector.” Sherlock finally said officially letting you win in his own way.

Your eyes snapped up and looked to Thomas, he was listening to something Enola was explaining. He gave you a nod before looking back at your little sister.

“Excellent - erm Thanks.” You said not sure how to proceed with things. “I know they have a rough history. But so do we.”

“You and Enola are my responsibility. I’ll be around.” He gave you a long look before standing up. He shook hands with Thomas and you walked him and Enola to the front door. You said your goodbyes and watched them hail a cab.

Once they were on their way you took a few deep breaths before going back into the shop. You took your hair down and tucked your glasses into the pocket of your sweater.

After another moment you went back inside to apologize.

You came back in and heard their voices from the bottom of the stairs. It sounded like they were filling John in on what he had missed.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like watching a machine or something.” Thomas said and you weren't sure how you felt about his words. You were a receptionist on paper, you could have done many things with your life. But this job was invisible. No one bothered you, no one compared you to either of your big brothers. It was comfortable. When Thomas asked you to take a look at things you were simply going to give him your findings so he could bring those bastards down. You didn't want credit or publicity. You certainly didn't want him to see you as that nerdy girl with glasses who had so often been belittled.

“Machine or not, she’s one of them. She’s handled everything! She could take us down any moment - you just can’t-” Polly hissed and you felt her words cut through you like hot knives.

“I’ll handle it.” Thomas cut her off darkly and you felt like you had been dunked into cold water.

“Tom - at least hear her out. Not like they treated her nicely. Maybe she’s different?” Arthur said in a pleading tone but there was no response.

You knocked on the door frame to announce your presence. Sharp eyes landed on you and you took a breath trying to look composed.

“Walk me home?” You asked Thomas and he looked at you for a long moment as if he was studying something strange in a museum. He gave you a nod and took your arm.

He didn't say a word the whole way back. You felt his eyes land on you periodically and each time your heart rate sped up. These were last looks and you could feel parts of you start o spin out of control.

You opened the door to your flat with shaking hands. Once you pushed it open the stuffy air made it even harder to breathe. He shut the door and locked it, the sound making your chest constrict even tighter. You felt like you were being suffocated, but now wasn't the time to show such emotions.

“Why did you help us?” The question was simple and you were relieved he was going to hear you out, even if he just had the patience for a fraction of the story, it would lessen the burden on your chest significantly.

“You needed help. You wanted to be better.” It was hard to get your voice up above a whisper. Your mind flashed to all the times you wondered about him and his family and why they would be converting their business over to be completely legal in the first place. They would reach much farther opportunities being shady. What was in it for them? But there was always something shining in Thomas’s eyes that answered your question. Pride. He didn't care about making more money at this point. He cared about his family being respected after a hard life of being dismissed and shit on.

You remembered the various balls and social events you had been forced into at Mycrofts side. All the men that had tried to take your hand in marriage. All from grand wealthy families that had started much like Thomas had. It was unavoidable. You thought about how your life would have been as a wife instead of a gangster's girlfriend.

“You could have turned us in any time. Given your bothers the tip-off”

Brothers plural. So he knew Mycroft too. Fuck.

“Why would I?” You mumbled feeling defeated. “They care about themselves. Well, not Sherlock, he cares in his own way. Enola is just a kid still. Mycroft only cares about himself.”

“He hasn't pressured you for information on us?”

“We would have to talk for him to do that. As far as he knows I’m a “worthless spinster living within the dregs of society.” You mocked his voice feeling frustrated. If his existence was the thing to fuck this up for you, you would find a way to make him pay for it.

“Why didn't you tell me about your family?” He was still as cold as you expected him to be but there was a slight toe of hurt in his voice.

“Well, there's the Holmes family that everyone sees and then the other side. I just - I really like it here. Your family is - more - they like me. They seem to enjoy having me around. It’s not a big competition all the time. And then you -” Your voice cut and tears started to become unavoidable.

“Well, nothing bad has happened.” he shrugged. “Mycroft certainly doesn't know we're together.” He said with a smile. You wanted to know how he knew that.

“Everything was destroyed anyway. It would be my word against yours, and as you can see no one listens to me anyway.”

“I do.” He said and pulled you against him into a tight hug.

_________________

He proposes shortly after.

Mycroft finds out and needs to be taken to the hospital because he thinks he's having a heart attack

Sherlock randomly shows up at Arrow House while You are shopping with Enola. Examining the whole house while Tommy smokes and follows him. Eventually, Sherlock agrees that this is a fine house for you to run. That if Thomas fucks up in any way that Sherlock would kill him and that Sherlock was sure he wouldn't get caught. They shake on it.

They end up working together occasionally. Enola becoming very attached to Esme & Polly. Sherlock eventually becoming fond of the family and occasionally accepting a dinner invitation when he had time.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #Sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #Holmes Sister #enola holmes

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j-eryewrites · 4 months

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Happy Holidays!!

Happy Holidays to everyone! Thank you for supporting my fics and indulging my writing. I hope everyone is safe and has a pleasant holiday season. Much love from me - teigo-the-explorer

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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Ok… Don’t judge quality since I still feel horrible, but Sherlock and “Don’t start something you can’t finish”?

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Enola warned you with a piercing look that Sherlock fancied only the two of you could convey and understand.

You shot a particular look back, one that spoke a thousand words at once without you even needing to open your mouth. “Oh,” you said with a hint of amusement, “I’m perfectly capable of finishing this Aren’t I, Sherlock?”

“The truth of it often keeps me up at night,” Sherlock admitted with a mock sigh. He sat back in his seat and let a small smile tug at his lips as you suddenly looked victorious in many ways other than your obviously self-satisfied smirk.

“Well, then,” Enola said, smoothing the skirt of her dress as she crossed one leg over the other, “go ahead.”

The carriage ride from London to the Holmes’ holiday home in the Cotswolds made for excellent intellectual games, the three of you had decided. While Enola enjoyed the activities which catered to her genetic predisposition for crime-solving and decoding, something Sherlock was all too happy to partake in, you preferred putting your mind to good use within the world of literary heroes and riddle-solving, something Sherlock seemed happier to partake in, much to Enola’s exasperation. Though there was very little time in age between you and Enola, your differences, mostly how much your mental stimulation benefitted from opposing things, often amazed your brothers, Mycroft included.

You had an hour or so left in the carriage, and you had sat dutifully through an anagram game Enola liked to play, but you had turned the tables now, insisting Shakespeare make his entrance. Enola knew you adored Shakespeare’s work and could quote many of his plays, but she also knew that Sherlock was much the same, albeit more experienced. She doubted you could best your brother in a game of wits such as this, but then, she had been away from her siblings for some time, living alone in London and finding her own path, and thus was mostly unaware of the bond you and Sherlock had revitalised between you.

“You start,” you said, directing your question at Sherlock, who turned to gaze out the window, humming under his breath.

“‘Frailty, thy name is woman’,” he began confidently, looking back to you. Your eyes narrowed slightly in competition.

“Hamlet. ‘Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.’”

“The Tempest. ‘If music be the food of love play on’.”

It continued as such, both of you shooting Shakespearean quotes at each other and answering with the play it had come from. You seemed to have forgotten Enola was there, instead staring pointedly at each other, attempting to reign the champion.

Enola busied herself staring out the window, which was in fact nothing short of boring, until the competition behind her took a spin. You had turned swiftly to tossing Shakespearean insults at each other, something she figured happened a lot, considering how adept you seemed to be at it.

She was pushed a little unceremoniously into the side of the carriage as you were pulled towards Sherlock, his hands suddenly—uncharacteristically, if Enola had anything to say for it, though, again, she seemed to not be privy to your relationship over the past year or so—tickling. You still spewed your insults, shooting them out your mouth alongside your uproarious laughter, and Enola, despite her raised brows and gaping mouth, couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank God Mycroft isn’t here,” was all she could say.

Enola Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

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Rainstorms

Warnings: slight injuries, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Sherlock Holmes x sister reader

Request: I would love an Enola Holmes Sherlock/sister!reader of some kind. Something comforting, like the reader getting lost on the way home and Sherlock finding her and making sure she gets home safe. I’m a sucker for brother-sister tropes. :D

Requested by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: A sudden storm hits, and you can’t find your way home

A/N: I wanted this to be better, but whatever

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

It wasn’t supposed to rain. The newspapers had specifically stated that the weather would be absolutely perfect with hardly a cloud in the sky for the next week or so.

Worst case scenario, there would be a tiny drizzle at one point, not the torrential downpour that you were currently stumbling your way through.

Sherlock had been hesitant enough to allow you to walk from school back home- and it was only two streets away- so you could only imagine the kind of heart attack he would be having if he were there with you right now.

Despite that fact though, you longed for him to be with you in that moment as you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and preserve body heat that had long since vanished.

Over the last three days, your elder brother had been wrapped up in a case that he was so close to cracking, that he didn’t even have time to walk you home from school.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to- of course he did- but the authorities were breathing down his neck for this case, hardly even letting the man get a couple mere hours of sleep a night.

It was raining so heavily at this point, that you could hardly see a foot in front of your own face, and the bricks that paved the sidewalk had become so slippery that you had to unravel one of your arms from around you and use it to steady yourself on the side of a nearby building.

Panic began to flood into your body faster than the rain had filled the streets and your breathing began to pick up to an abnormal pace, causing you to try and take deep, gasping breaths that left you sputtering from rain being dragged into your gaping mouth.

You had no idea where you were. You had no idea what was going on. The only sounds that filled your ears were the harsh slapping of rain on brick.

All of your senses were clogged by the rain, rain, rain, rain, rain-

As you continued to try and trek forward in hopes of finding home, your right foot slipped off to the side while all your weight was put into it, causing you to go tumbling to the ground.

Dully, you felt the stinging sensation on your palms from impact with the ground, but quickly huddled up against yourself and lent back against the wall, dropping your head into your lap.

Only two streets away, Sherlock’s attention was diverted from the papers in front of him for the first time in hours by the feel of something wet against his cheek.

His head lifted from his desk and a silent curse left his lips when he realized it was raining and his window had been left open.

He hurried to close it, but froze as soon as it was latched back into place. You hadn’t yet returned from school and you should have at least ten minutes ago.

With slightly panic-filled eyes, he took in the scene of the outside, with vendors' tables blowing every which way and the rain beating down like a merciless drum.

Without wasting another second, he practically flew to the door and hurriedly shrugged on his coat before quickly swiping an umbrella and rushing outside.

As soon as the door opened, he was forced to tighten his grip on the umbrella in fear of it blowing away in the strong winds.

“Y/n?” He began to call in a frenzy.

You were only nine years old and he had been stupid enough to allow you to travel the dangerous streets of London all by yourself because he couldn’t take five minutes out of his day to ensure that you were safe.

“Y/n?” Hardly any people were out in the storm, most having sought out shelter by then, and for the first time in a long time, Sherlock Holmes was truly becoming terrified.

Anything could have happened to you during or even before the storm, and he would hold himself responsible for the rest of his life if that were the case.

“Y/n!”

Your ears perked up at the sound. It seemed so far away, so soft, like the light at the end of a very long tunnel.

For a moment, you had thought you made it up, until it sounded again, “Y/n?”

You were finally able to lift your head from your knees, and there, like a knight in soaked armor, stood your brother, staring down at you with wide eyes as his chest heaved up and down in pants, like he had run a marathon to get to you.

“Sherlock?” You asked shakily, teeth rattling from the cold.

“Oh, Y/n,” He breathed out, immediately crouching down and scooping you up into his arms. He had long since lost the umbrella, or he would have flung it to the side without a care.

Though his shirt was drenched through like yours, his chest somehow still held a warmth that you automatically nestled into as he picked up his pace to get the two of you back home.

When you finally did get back, he kicked the door shut behind him and hurried over to the couch near the fire, gently resting you on there before scrambling around to try and find some blankets to cover you with.

By the time your chills had eventually subsided, your brother was sitting on the table in front of you, eyes worriedly raking over your body over and over again.

“Sherlock-“

“I am so sorry,” He interrupted you. And though you were young, you were taken aback, because your brother never apologized. He would always make up things in a different way, like buying you candy or making you your favorite food, “I never should have let you walk home all by yourself.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I promise, I will never put my cases before your own needs again.”

Without thinking much of it, you threw the blankets aside and leapt towards your brother with outstretched arms, him catching you with ease, “It’s okay,” You whispered into the clothing of his shoulder.

He shook his head stubbornly, pulling away slightly so you could look him in the eyes, “I never meant to do that.”

“I know,” You replied, smiling softly at him.

He smiled back, relaxing slightly when he finally came to terms with the fact that you were no longer in danger, “Come on,” He said, lifting you up and spinning you around a little so that giggles escaped your lips, “Let’s go make some warm food.”

Detectives 🕵️‍♂️- @your-local-questioning-agender @popfishjr @spadecentral @gengen64

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platonicfanfiction · 1 year

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BBC Sherlock

Living With Moriarty

Living With Sherlock

Hero

Danger Nights [TW] (F)

She’s My Sister [Holmes!Sister]

Proud Of You [TW] [Holmes!Brother]

Adjustments [Austistic!Reader]

The Other Brother [Holmes!Brother]

Brother My Brother [Holmes!Sister]

In Your Silence [Mute!R] [Holmes!Brother]

Dear Sweet Sister [Holmes!Sister]

How do I Hold This [Holmes!Sister]

You Think I’m Dating a Man? [Holmes!R] (F)

Operation & Princesses [Holmes!Sister]

The Safest Place [Holmes!Sister]

Home for Christmas [Holmes!Sister]

#sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock x reader #platonic x reader #platonic fanfiction #john watson x reader #mycroft holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #mycroft x reader #holmes!reader #male reader #x male reader #mute!reader #autistic!reader #sherlock x autistic!reader #sherlock x sister!reader #sherlock x brother!reader

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positivelyholland · 1 year

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hey how bout a character outline on holmes sister?? i LOVE your work btw, and im so glad you're back!!

oh my god i love enola holmes so much it's literally such a good movie so i'm SO glad you asked!!

She's a very chill person. With Enola's dangerous curiosity and her habits of always breaking the rules, there needed to be some balance in the family.

She has such a big heart and is so kind. She will always drop what she's doing to help someone in need, and will be a shoulder to cry on anytime of the day.

As far as looks go, i would say she is a very well-groomed person. She will not be caught dead without her hair tied up nicely, her clothes washed, her face clean, or really just messy in general. She is just an organized person, which is good because between her mother and enola, somebody needs to keep things relatively neat.

I think for age and all that, she's Enola's opposite twin. She was never really close with her brothers even after they came back. I mean, Enola and Sherlock had a love detective business to bond over and well, Mycroft is just Mycroft so it's hard to be friends with him. He does however take a better liking for this sister since she is decently put-together and mannered.

Overall, she's more of the quiet friend who will always be there for you and just listen to whatever anyone has to say. I hope to write for her more in the future as this character gets more requests!!

#enola holmes #enola holmes x sister!reader #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #henry cavill #millie bobby brown #holmes!reader #positively holland

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year

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It’s Sick!

Sherlock x teen sister reader, Mycroft x teen sister reader

Synopsis: reader gets sick and Sherlock and Mycroft don’t know what to do about it.

Warnings: sickness? Idk none really

“It’s sick.”

“What?”

“It’s sick and I don’t know what to do with it.”

Mycroft ran a hand over his face and sighed loudly into his cell phone. “Sherlock I’m a very busy man, I don’t have time for you to call me in the middle of the day with vague messages. What are you talking about?”

“Y/N, Mycroft! Y/N is sick and I don’t know what to do with it!”

“It? Brother mine, our dear sister is not an ‘it’.”

“She is when she’s sick and I have to deal with it!”

“Oh Sherlock, do calm down, this isn’t the end of the world. Have you phoned a doctor?”

“A doctor? No, Mycroft she doesn’t need a doctor.”

Mycroft frowned. “Then what exactly does she need?”

“How am I supposed to know?! But she insists she doesn’t need medical attention.”

“I see. Why exactly have you called me?”

“I can’t get her fever to break, John is absent on some sort of holiday with Mary, and Y/N keeps drifting in and out of sleep so she’s no help, but she keeps calling for you.”

Mycroft stiffened. “Calling for me?” He wasn’t one to baby his siblings, it was all he could do to just spend time with them sometimes. But if his baby sister was sick and calling out for him…what big brother could possibly ignore that?

Mycroft hung up the phone without waiting for another word from Sherlock, then pulled on his coat, snatched his umbrella from the stand, and headed outside to hail a cab.

…

Sherlock was not a worrier. Sherlock was not a nursemaid. Sherlock was not one to dwell too long on other’s problems, unless it made for an interesting case for him.

Today, however, all of those traits of his went out the window.

In the few moments that he had been able to speak with John on the phone, the doctor had assured him that Y/N did not need a hospital, at least not in his opinion. As long as you got plenty of rest and water, the fever would break on its own sooner or later.

That hadn’t made the past few hours any easier for Sherlock.

You looked so tired and pale, drifting in and out of sleep, only speaking enough to ensure Sherlock that you were alright, or occasionally ask for water. You had tried a few snacks, but nothing would stay down. Sherlock could tell you were in pain, though you tried to hide it.

You couldn’t hide it when you were asleep. The moment your eyes shut, the whimpering started. It got worse as time went on, and you would thrash around in her bed, soft sounds of pain escaping you. Eventually you started to call out, first for Sherlock, for you knew he was near, then for Mycroft. Sherlock couldn’t tell if you were asking Sherlock to find Mycroft, or if you were becoming delirious enough that you actually thought your oldest brother was nearby.

Either way it worried him, and he was getting ready to ignore John’s suggestion and call for an ambulance regardless.

He was just about to pick up his cell phone when the front door of 221B burst open, and there was Mycroft, looking uncharacteristically disheveled.

“Where-“

“Upstairs in her room.”

Mycroft brushed past Sherlock without another word, and headed up the stairs to your room with Sherlock on his heels.

…

“Mycroft?”

The gentle cry reached the eldest Holmes’ ears as he quietly opened to door to his sister’s room.

Upon seeing his Y/N, Mycroft’s heart sank. His little sister was white as a sheet, your body shivering, fingers clutching your comforter.

Mycroft wasted no time in coming to your side. “Hello, dearest,” he greeted with a forced smile. “It’s me, it’s Mycroft. I’m here.”

Your eyes opened wearily, and your lips curled upward as your eyes lit up with a spark of joy. “Mycroft.”

“How are you feeling?”

You winced. “My stomach hurts.”

Mycroft was hit with a sudden, violent flashback.

You were six years old, maybe even five. Mycroft had been visiting home the same time that a carnival happened to be in town, and your parents insisted that Mycroft take you. With much reluctance, he had.

You had had a blast, dragging Mycroft around on as many rides as you could, and making him buy you ice cream and funnel cakes and cotton candy.

Unfortunately, he had bought you one too many sweets, and that night you regretted it dearly.

“How are you feeling?” Mycroft had asked you after laying you down in his bed. You were up hours past bed time due to a stomach ache, and the occasional throwing up. Mycroft didn’t complain once, simply held your hair back when you needed it.

“My stomach hurts,” you whimpered.

Mycroft grimaced slightly, and began to stroke your hair. “It’s alright Princess, I know. You’re gonna be alright.”

End of flashback.

Mycroft hesitated. After all, you weren’t six anymore. But the look in your eyes, the complete faith in them that said you were certain that your big brother was here to fix everything, reassured Mycroft that things hadn’t changed so much.

So he reached out, and began to gently stroke your hair. “I know, Princess, I know. It’s going to be alright. I’m here.”

Sherlock appeared at the doorway, “What do you think?”

Mycroft sighed and stood to face Sherlock, “I think you’re incredibly over dramatic. She’s fine, probably just some 24 hour bug. Have you tried to feed her?”

Sherlock scowled, “Of course. Nothing stays down.”

Mycroft bit back a grimace and nodded. “Try and make some hot broth, she needs to get something to stay in her system.”

Sherlock hesitated. He didn’t like taking orders from Mycroft, and in any other situation he wouldn’t. But it was a good idea, and with you laying on your bed suffering, he didn’t see that he had much choice. Unless…

“We both know I’m not exactly adept in the kitchen, perhaps you should do it. I’ll stay with her.”

Mycroft glanced at you before sighing, “Very well, brother mine. Do try and keep her alive while I’m gone.” He turned to go, but froze when he felt your fingers wrap around his wrist.

“Mycroft?”

He turned to you, his features softening slightly. “It’s alright, I’ll be just downstairs. Sherlock is going to stay with you. I know it’s not ideal, but we can’t very well trust him not to poison you with his cooking, so you’ll have to make do.”

Sherlock stepped over to his sister’s side, glaring at Mycroft, “Yes, yes, very funny Mycroft. Go on now, I’ve got her.”

Mycroft was relieved to see a wide smile on his sister’s pale face as he turned to leave.

…

“Are you feeling any better?” Sherlock asked hesitantly.

“Not really.”

Sherlock sighed, wishing more than ever that a client would walk through the door and distract him from his ailing sister. Comfort was most certainly not his strong suite.

“Thank you.”

Sherlock looked up, “For what?”

You smiles slightly. “Being here. I know you want to be anywhere else.”

Sherlock didn’t bother contradicting you. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Just being here is enough.”

Sherlock wasn’t sure how his presence helped your pain, but then again he’d never been very good at understanding you. As long as you were happy, he’d sit at your bedside for as long as you needed.

Truth be told, he was glad to hear that you appreciated his presence. Hearing you call out for Mycroft, even if it was in sleep, had made him feel completely useless: not a feeling he was used to.

“Then I’ll be here as long as you need me.”

He wasn’t sure if you’d heard him, as your eyes were drooping shut and your breathing began to slow, but it didn’t matter. You already knew that he’d be there, no matter what.

…

Mycroft walked in with a steaming bowl of broth just in time to see you slowly sit up. You were rubbing your eyes, indicating that you’d just woken up.

“Would you like to try to eat?” Mycroft asked, holding out the bowl to you. You hesitantly took it, then accepted the spoon he offered you.

“Nothing else worked so far.”

“Well that’s because Sherlock made it.”

…

A bowl of soup and an hour or two later, a bit of the color had returned to your cheeks, and Mycroft carried you downstairs—Sherlock was so surprised that he instantly pulled out his phone and snapped several pictures—where he turned the tv on for you and turned on a Disney movie, which was probably the biggest surprise of the day. The Holmes’ brothers hated Disney movies—honestly they rarely watched movies in general—so when Mycroft put one on you actually began to worry.

“I’m not dying, am I?” You quipped as the opening credits to The Little Mermaid played. Both brothers turned to you.

“Why would you say that?” Sherlock asked.

“Mycroft carried me down the stairs, and we’re watching a Disney movie. All in all, the evidence isn’t adding up well for me.”

Mycroft shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Well, I can turn it off-“ he reached forwards to grab the remote, but you beat him to it, reaching forward and snatching it off the table. However, the sudden movement caused your unsettled stomach to lurch, and it was all you could do to hold onto your meager lunch. Your head began to spin, and you collapsed out of the sofa and onto the floor.

Sherlock was at your side in an instant, lifting you back onto the couch and pushing your head back so that you were lying down.

Mycroft hid his momentarily worried expression with an eye roll and a shake of his head at his sister. “Really dearest sister, you should be more careful.”

You smiled sheepishly, “Don’t threaten to turn off my movie and I will.”

“Ah yes, heaven forbid you be denied the joy of watching the little mermaid for the 27th time, how cruel of me.”

You laughed sleepily, your eyes yet again beginning to close due to exhaustion.

“Don’t you know? The 27th time is…is the…” you dozed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

…

Mycroft chuckled as his little sister drifted off to sleep, “She’s going to be just fine soon enough.”

Sherlock nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on your pale face, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like that.”

Mycroft thought back, “Me neither. I have seen you like that before.”

Sherlock looked up, “Me?”

“Ah yes, dear brother. You were insufferable. You had a fairly high fever, but the noises you made, one might’ve thought you were dying.” Mycroft laughed at Sherlock’s indignant expression, “And you made us all watch Pirates of the Caribbean about a thousand times.”

“Mycroft…” your voice drifted sleepily to the two men.

Sherlock frowned, “She’s been doing that a lot in her sleep.”

Mycroft stood from his chair and went immediately to his sister’s side, “Well at least she knows who the better one to call is.”

Just then you called out Sherlock’s name, causing the younger Holmes’ brother to smirk, “You were saying, Mycroft.”

And that’s how you awoke to find your head rested in Mycroft’s lap, and your feet in Sherlock’s.

It took them several minutes to assure you that you were not dying.

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (1)

Summary: Your marriage starts rocky.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, injured reader (light), mentions of getting robbed, angry Sherlock, implied innocent reader

A/N: A collection of drabbles on how you became Mrs. Sherlock Holmes.

Mrs. Sherlock Holmes masterlist

“Where is my brother? We need to talk about Enola and the upcoming event. She needs to make her debut…” you hear Mycroft downstairs. He’s usually a stoic and silent man, but you kinda like he’s silent and leaves you alone most of the time. “Where is the lady of the house? Maybe she can help my sister correct her behavior."

You hear his voice grow louder as Sherlock’s head housekeeper raises her voice. She always acts more like the lady of the house than a servant.

“Mr. Holmes,” you gracefully walk down the stairs, putting on a strained smile hurting your bruised face. “I’m afraid my husband is not at home. He’s solving another case.”

“Again?” Mycroft holds out his hands. He presses a quick kiss to your offered hand. “He should’ve left his lovely wife all alone so short after your wedding.”

“Sir, it’s fine,” you flutter your eyes shut as you try to keep the wrong words from spilling from your lips. It all became too much lately.

Sherlock's absence, and his displeasure in participating in your marriage. The head housekeeper acting like you are not Sherlock’s wife but a peasant.

“My dear, what happened?” Mycroft gasps when his eyes finally see your swollen left cheek and your split lip. “Please tell me my brother didn’t raise his hand on you. If he did, I’ll make sure he’ll regret putting his hands on you.”

“It wasn’t my husband,” you reach out for Mycroft and grab his hand. “He’s a little distant and mostly interested in solving cases but…he would never. I swear, Sir. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone to town on my own. But Mrs. Demeter refused to send for a carriage.”

“What happened, my dear,” Mycroft worriedly asks. He offers his arm to you, and wonders if you are lying to protect his brother. “Please do not fret. Tell me everything.”

“I left the house to get the books Sherlock wanted,” you sniff. “I paid for the books and carried the books out of the store. A woman ran into me, and I dropped the books. I tried to pick them up and then…” You choke out a sob. “There was a masked man. He ripped my bag out of my hands and hit me with it.”

“My dear!” Mycroft gasps audibly. “Did you tell my brother about this?”

“He wasn’t home,” you drop your gaze, ashamed about your weakness, and inability to stand up for yourself. “The owner of the bookstore helped me pick up the books and accompanied me to Scotland Yard but…they didn’t want to listen to me.”

“Did you tell them your name?” Mycroft is furious. “How dare they ignore a young lady in need.” He huffs as you tell him repeatedly it was your fault for not telling them your name. “Stop blaming yourself, my dear. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s my brother’s for ignoring his wife.”

Downstairs it sounds like a war is going on. Sherlock and Mycroft yell at each other. And you are afraid, Mycroft is winning.

Your betrothed falls silent after a while, and you hold your breath as you repeatedly hear your name. The last thing you wanted was to cause a rift between the brothers.

They already have their hands full with their younger sibling. Now you are causing trouble too.

You wring your hands while hearing footsteps on the staircase. You hold your breath and step away from the door. “Wife,” Sherlock grumbles as he opens the door. “Where are you?”

“I’m here,” your voice cracks. “Sir.” You add, in the hope of appeasing your husband. He steps inside your room, eyes roaming your body. “Please accept my apology.”

“What for, Precious?” He steps closer to cup your face with both hands. “Why didn’t you send for me? I would’ve come here to take care of my wife.”

“I didn’t want to disturb you, Sir. It’s nothing,” you close your eyes when his gaze gets too intense.

“You got hurt. This is not nothing,” he raises his voice but gets a grip seconds later. “No one touches my wife.” His lips press against your swollen cheek, but you only feel the warmth of his soft pillows, not the slight pain. “I will call for Lestrade. We will find the man hurting you.”

“I think he worked with the woman running into me,” you explain while Sherlock inspects your injuries. “She distracted me long enough for the man to steal my bag.”

“Why did he hurt you?”

“I-I didn’t want to give the bag to the man. You gifted it to me,” you shyly batt your eyelashes as Sherlock angrily furrows his brows.

“You are fearless, my dear,” he cracks a smile. “I am sorry about my absence. After our wedding, we should’ve…” He clears his throat. “I'll send for a doctor.”

“She’s well then?” Sherlock sizes the doctor up. “I need to know every detail. Please don’t shelter me.”

“Her cheek is swollen, but the cut on her lips is already healing. She’s mostly frightened of the person attacking her,” the doctor says. “I’d suggest not leaving her alone for the time being.”

“Sir, what are you doing?” You almost screamed when Sherlock entered your room. He softly whispered your name and picked you up in bridal style to carry you toward his bedroom.

“I’m bringing my wife to my bedroom,” he carried you out of the room. His chest swelled when you rested your head on his chest.

"Sir, I think...you have a case and..." you whimper. If he wants to finally have your wedding night, you are not sure you are ready to be with him.

“I shouldn’t have taken case after case. We didn’t have the chance to get to know each other better. I know this was an arranged bond my mother and your father agreed to. But I…I want you to know that I’ll protect you from now on.”

>> Part 2

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#sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #henry cavill is sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x y/n #Mrs. Sherlock Holmes

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Mycroft/Sherlock x sister!reader - support

Hi! Can i request one or both of the Holmes brothers with a teenage sister being bullied in school and they find out that she's been hiding it from them? - Anon💜

Sitting on your bed, you read the messages that your friend was sending to you, messages that people were sending him about you.

You sighed and put your phone on silent, setting it aside as you laid down, taking a deep breath.

“(Y/N), Mycroft is asking for you.”

You sat up at looked at your door, giving John a small smile as you nodded your head.

“Alright, I’ll be a second.”

He smiled and left, and you took a deep breath, composing your emotions as you left your room and headed across the flat to the living room.

Giving your two brothers a smile, you stuffed your hands into your pockets.

“Myc, what’s up?” You asked.

“Take a seat.” He said.

You frowned and nodded.

“Is everything okay?” You asked.

“You tell us.” Sherlock said.

He walked into the room and set a cup in front of you and you frowned even more.

Sherlock wasn’t one for making drinks.

“Mrs Hudson made it for you.”

“Ah.”

Taking the cup into your hands, you happily took a sip before you set it back down.

“So, what’s wrong (Y/N)?” Mycroft asked.

You looked up in confusion.

“Huh?”

“We know.” Sherlock sighed.

“Know what? I don’t understand.”

Sherlock pulled his phone out, unlocked it then handed it over to you and you looked at it in confusion.

You recognised your friends number at the top, and all the screenshots she had been sending you this whole week, she had sent them along to him.

“I have them as well.” Mycroft said.

You sat the phone down and stood up.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

You tried to walk away, but Mycroft stopped you, he reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Why did you tell us…?” he whispered.

“Because I can handle it Mycroft! Okay?!”

Sherlock came over and stood in front of you, arms crossed over his chest.

“You can’t, your friend has been telling us all about it.” Sherlock said, “we can see you’re struggling.”

“And he had no right to!”

Tears were streaming down your face at this point, you didn’t know what to do so you fell into Mycroft.

He quickly held you and sighed deeply.

“Let us help you…” Sherlock whispered.

You shook your head, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“No… no.. I.. I have to do this alone…”

He sighed and nodded.

You were stubborn and he knew that, so did Mycroft.

They knew if you put your mind to something you could do something, and if you wanted to handle this on your own then that’s what they would let you do.

They were going to be ready to step in whenever you needed it, but for now, they would just let you lean on them for support

#bbc sherlock x you #bbc sherlock mycroft #bbc sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock #Sherlock Holmes x sister reader #Mycroft Holmes x sister reader

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rustys-lodge · 8 months

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His ward Pt 2 (choice 1)

Summary : After your little fight with Sherlock, you decide not to leave. Sherlock treats you right.

Warnings : Just floofers

A/N : A special thanks to @fatherlesschild2 for encouraging my ass to write these two. It's been a while ❤ @czheythebard @bunny24sstuff It's here again ahahah ❤

Part 1 Part 2(choice 1)

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With two fingers slightly curved around the door handle, your eyes darted from handle to Sherlock....You reconsidered....You removed your hand from the handle...And your lip started quivering against your will.

Your brother approached you, slowly, and stopping an arm away. An arm away because he brings it out, offering his hand for you to hold.

You hesitated for a moment, rethinking your decision. But you needed him just as much as he needed you.

As a wave of sleepiness hit you, you took it as a sign to take the help that's being offered to you. So you slowly reached for his hand. And before you even knew it, you were wrapped up in his arms.

"What are you doing, Sherlock." You protested, pushing your body away from him. But he didn't let go, didn't tighten his grip either. "Sherlock, let go of m-"

"I will find her, I promise you."

Why did he have to bring her up....

"Okay, let go o-"

"Y/n, just..." His voice low and shaky, Sherlock sounds unsure. Not unsure in a hesitant manner. It sounded like the emotional kind of uncertainty. Like he wanted to be there, he just....He just didn't know how to do that! And frankly, neither did you. And you'd praise him for trying but...But it was getting harder and harder to...move your muscles. Your whole body was slowly weighing down on you...As well as...As well as your eyes.

"Alright !" The man almost shouted, sudden enthusiasm flooding his voice. And as he pulled away, he dragged you over to the couch. "How about-" He gently pushed you down. "You sit and rest and I make us some tea."

"No" You contested, attempting to get up, causing him to push you down again. "Uh-I need to clean your mess of a hou-"

"No." Sherlock bent down to wrap your legs in his arm, turning you to lay you down completely on the couch.

Oh....Your back ached a bit before relief washed over. Feels nice... And sudden warmth...Sherlock set a blanket over you.

"When was the last time you washed this...It feels...Filthy." You opened your eyes only to find yourself staring into Sherlock's. Who happened to be leaning over you.

"You're filthy." He objected and you gasped, squinting your eyes at him.

"You're filthy !!" You isnulted him back.

"You look like hell."

"Your breath smells like hell."

"You...You-" Your brother huffed. "You know, I should punish right now for speaking to your older brother in this manner."

You scoffed.

"I have the right to do that, you know. You are my wa-"

You sigh. "Say I'm your ward again and I'll jump off of this bloody window."

Sherlock chuckled at your reaction, tipping his head downward.

"Alright, rest now."

You smiled back, nodding as you found sudden interest in the ceiling. You'd look elsewhere but your eyes felt heavy over your eyes...

Shifting into a more comfortable position, you decided to rest your eyes until Sherlock came back. Yeah...Staying wasn't to bad of an idea.

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Aii, hope everyone likes this as much as i did. I found myself the scenes as well ahah. Yall enjoy. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

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ellieslittleburrow · 3 months

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Summary : your dad, Hannibal. And your brother Sherlock sense something different about you. They bug you about it and later find out that you're being bullied. Needless to say, each one reacts differently. But both are comforting enough to get you to smile again.

Pairings : Alternate Universe : Hannibal Lecter x daughter, Sherlock holmes x sister.

Warnings : Hannibal being a cutie pie dad, mentions of bullying, a punch scene, mentions of wanting to off somebody.

A/N: yall know how much we love big boiz and these two are the perfect definition of that!!! Also let's ignore the fact that they're both somehow hoe at the same time like- don't they have no life??? Also i'm sorry if any of yall suffer from bullying ❤️. I really hope this doesn't trigger you. And i hope it comforts yall. I decided to delete it from the other account because i'm trying to get used to this one. Sorry if that confuses anybody lol

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Home sweet home.

Opening the door to your house, a very distinctive smell of rosemary oil slaps your nose as your pupils suddenly dilate, adjusting to the dim blueish feel of the house. That's what you've always loved about home. It wasn't just a safe space you thought about whenever you were outside, it was a smell, a look, a feel, warmth no matter how cold it was. Inner warmth.

"Little one."

You emerged back to real life.

"Oh" Spinning your head to the side, you catch your brother in act, pinning his head backwards as he sighs dramatically. "I caught her. Finally, i can have her now. She has awoken from her daydreams and she finally has time for us."

Your shoulders slouch as you roll your eyes at him. You're annoyed. And fucking pressured.

Your father and brother have been bugging you about what's been going on. A genius detective and a genius psychiatrist are two of the things you DO NOT want to be surrounded with.

But here you are, living with both-

"There she goes again."

Snapped out, again, of your little world, you huff, even more annoyed now.

"Would you both leave me alone."

The words come out harsher than you expected. You brush past them, taking off your coat before tossing it on the sofa. That upsets your dad. Sherlock too. But one's dangerous. The other one is too. Just..less dangerous.

"Something's different about you...I just can't seem to find what it is."

You smile when they're facing your back. You're honored to know that you're a difficult person to read, as reading is all they do.

As you walk upstairs, Sherlock follows behind. "What's been bugging you?"

"Nothing, Sherlock. Leave it." You mumble, entering your room, not bothering to look back because you know Sherlock to be respectful enough not to force things out of you. He can tell when you're really not in the mood to talk.

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On your way home, you like to walk past the forest entrance. The forest that's been known, your whole life, for it's eerie feels. The forest that only those YOLO people dare go into. Walking past it always made your blood pump, filled it with such adrenaline that- it made you feel al-

"Hey there, Lecter."

Fuck.

The voice is too close behind. How did you not realize somebody was behind you? If your dad were to hear he'd be so mad.

You slowly pivot around, only to find more than the one girl you expected.

Uh...

"Miller, let's not do this, okay? It's been a very long week and I'm t-"

You're interrupted by a fist that flies towards your face. And it's too quick so all you manage to do is lean back, making contact less painful. You stagger backwards, reaching up for your nose.

This bitch.

"Don't tell me what to do, Lecter. I choose when and what to do."

Miller and her rats walk away, leaving you frozen in place.

When did this become such a normal thing? You achingly take a deep breath in. You'd fight back, but you'd kill her. And that's not something you really want..

As you start walking home again, you think about how you're going to hide your bloody nose from your family...Or maybe..You won't. Too tired to do anything....You just didn't care anymore.

Opening the door, you're welcomed with that sweet sweet smell but...Fuck that and fuck everyth-

"What's that?"

You look up to find your dad hurrying towards you. He hols his hands out, ready to grab your cheeks but you flinch. The shock from earlier not having worn off.

"It's okay. It's just me." He reassures you, examining your nose as he rotates your head up and down. "Who did this to you?"

"It....It doesn't matter." You mutter, pulling away from him before heading for the living room.

"What's g-What's that?" Sherlock almost copies Hannibal but you lean back, holding an arm out to stop him. But he ignores it, grabbing your face to take a better look at your dried up bloody nose.

"Who did th-"

"It doesn't mattteeeeeeer." You groan this time, rolling your eyes as you once again pull yourself away. "It's just somebody from school that dislike me for no fucking reason." Your voice gets lower at the end of your sentence.

There really no reas-

"I'm sorry?" Sherlock frowns. "And you didn't think about telling us about this earlier? We would've hel-"

"How?" You cut Sherlock off, bitterness lacing your voice. You violently swing your coat and toss it on the sofa. "How the fuck would you have been able to help?"

"I know a way." Your dad joins in. You can sense the smirk creeping up on his lips. You can hear it in his voice.

"Is it a boy, or a girl?" Sherlock asks and before you get to reply, your dad does.

"It doesn't matter to me." Your dad jerks his knife playfully.. Although...the darkness in his eyes doesn't look so playful.

"What are their names, honey?" The doctor's voice is hauntingly blank. Just filled with nothingness. Like the person inside of him suddenly disappeared. And Sherlock senses it too.

"Father...Calm down...Please. I'll...." Sherlock's fatigued sigh stabs you in the heart. "I'll take care of it." He shoots his father a glare before grabbing your hand, gently. "I'll show you how to defend yourself."

You follow behind, turning when your dad speaks from a distance.

"I don't care what moves you're going to teach her, Sherlock. I'll make sure those kids never touch her again."

Your heart skips a beat. You don't want to ask. Don't want to know. You'd really rather not. But you ignore that...fear anyways. Why would you care. At least you had them to take care of you.

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wtf was this, am i right? I don't even how i managed to write it. Anyways, i hope yall enjoyed it. ❤❤❤🥀🥀🥀

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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Hi again! Oh yeah! I guess its request time then😂 (Also I love that gif😂) also right after I sent the first ask I had an idea for another Henry Sherlock x Peaky and I can't decide which to send so I'll send both separately and you can choose which one you like better! The original idea I had was for a Shelby sister Reader and the other is a Holmes sister Reader. But the first idea is this:

What if another Shelby sister moves to London and ends up being Sherlock's neighbor but he ignores her at first (or pretends to) even when she becomes friends with Enola. Then one day a man looking for revenge against the Blinders breaks into her home and almost succeeds in kidnapping/killling her but suddenly Sherlock appears and saves her. Then right as he's helping patch her up like half of the Shelby Company Limited +Co show up because they got the call reader was threatened. And after that reader and Sherlock gee closer and like Ada and Enola are constantly working to set them up! And yeah that's the first idea I had if you were interested!❤️❤️

Hey Love,

This request is just - I'm not worthy. But I hope this makes you happy. I have three extra pieces that I'll try to post tonight. Thanks for sending this in, I'm having a lot of fun with it!

Warnings: Reader is assaulted, kissing, fluff,

EXTRAS: Little extra bits of the story that give more context. I figured they might make it too long but I'm still super attached to them.

Kissing - Additional Short about kissing

You looked around the sun bathed flat in amazement, a sound you could never recall rang in your ears. Silence. It was quiet and only the furniture was put in place. Aunt Pol and Ada insisted on staying with you for the first night, in your world that was a party so naturally, Esme was in toe with them when they showed up. You all listened to records and drank yourselves silly. Gin and dancing, laughing and gossiping, your heart was soaring high when you eventually fell asleep on a pile of cushions.

However, in the morning, it was a different feeling entirely. You woke up first wondering how on earth you all could make a mess out of a practically unpacked apartment, but there it was. The anxiety from the booze started to hit you and laying still became impossible. Your stomach turned violently and your mind started to race with unwanted memories. Time to get busy, you groaned and got up for the day.

You ran out to get some bread and eggs for breakfast. The street was brutally loud and you were grateful for the little shop as the door closed and the sound was muffled. Eggs and bread turned into a large and heavy paper bag full of all sorts of things. You managed it well enough till you got to the top of the front steps. You nestled the large paper bag in one arm and struggled to get your keys out of your coat pocket. The door swung open suddenly and a very tall man glared down at you. The paper bag fell from your arm as the man's gaze held you. He was very tall and broad, looking down at you with a displeased face.

“So-” You stopped yourself and shook your head this was not your fault. You picked the bag up and tried to hold your head high while walking around the large man, something that would have been possible if his shoulders didn't take up the entire doorway.

Your eyes rested on his collar bones that poked out of his nightshirt and you wondered how on earth someone could have shoulders so….

“221C?” His voice was deep and velvety and would have been very pleasing if he had sounded less grumpy. His crumpled hair and long sweeping robe made you wonder why he was going out at all.

You turned your head to the side as you met his eyes again, a move you regretted instantly.

“Normally people refer to me by my name.” You told him your name and reached out to shake his hand. He gave you a firm handshake and gave you another look over.

“Last night was a terrible experience. My work requires a large amount of concentration and -”

“Are you the new woman?” An overly cheery voice called out from behind the hulking man. He let out an exasperated sigh. A girl with long brown curly hair fought her way out of the doorway and bent down to grab a tin of coffee that had escaped in the fall.

“Im Enola - Holmes! This is my brother” She looked between the two of you and registered her brother's deep glare “he’s hungover - completely ignore him.” She said with a beaming smile. She ushered you past him into the hallway and started chattering. Your head was pounding but you tried to follow along with what she was saying.

“It sounded like a wild night, I don't think I’ve ever heard so much laughing.” She held onto your arm with the tin of coffee in the other hand and you felt weird being walked to your apartment by the girl. She must have been about 14 or so, something in her eagerness to speak with you made you feel she was lonely.

“You know I love parties, I know lots of jokes, and oh- do you run your own business. Your mail here has a company stamp with your last name. That’s really something, I’m excellent with numbers if you ever need accounting - not that you aren't good with numbers if you own your own business- ”

“Enola” The man called from their door across the hall.

“Sorry!” She gave you another big smile.

“Do you want a cup of coffee or tea?” You don't know why you asked her, caffeine was the very last thing that girl needed. But her eyes were lonely and you remembered what it was like at that age.

“No”

“YES!” they answered at the same time. The man looked at you almost apologetically.

“She wouldn't be any trouble. My sisters are here with my aunt, ah tonight was sort of a one-off. Sorry about the noise and everything.” You fumbled and your face flushed.

“No,” He said awkwardly. “ Not a problem I just - as long as it's not every night. I’m sure we can be just as loud.” You gave him a nod and then opened the door to your apartment.

“Behave Enola” He called out before stepping into his flat with his mail in hand. She made an exasperated face and rolled her eyes.

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You laughed as you came into the kitchen to see all three of them sat at the table in various positions that showed their hungover-ness.

“Everyone this is my neighbor Enola.” Esme didn't lift her head from the wooden table but a groan of acknowledgment rang out from a mess of dark curly hair.

Polly looked the girl over and lit a cigarette, then her eyes looked to you with a question.

“She bumped into me in the hallway. Enola this is my Aunt Pol and my sisters Esme and Ada.”

She gave them a wave and whispered a soft hello. Aunt Pol looked at her for a long while then gave a kind smile.

“So you live across the hall then?”

“Yes with my brother Sherlock Holmes - he’s a detective and I’m technically in training but I am taking clients,” Enola said proudly.

Sherlock Holmes, you thought to yourself for a moment brain foggy as ever. The detective from the papers? You didn't know what to think of the information as you put the kettle on the stove.

“A detective eh?” Pol gave her a nod. “Do me a favor and keep an eye on this one for me?”

“Sure thing. She can count on us.- You mentioned it’s just you living here now?”

You nodded as you started to unpack a box of mugs.

“I live in the neighborhood, but we are all from Birmingham,” Ada answered with a small smile.

“Birmingham! Holy - I haven't been before but I read this article once -” And off she went quietly rattling on and on. You got some eggs, ham, toast, and coffee on the table. Pol took Enola’s mug and filled it with milk before she could grab some coffee.

“It’s a dreadful habit dear. Have some milk.” She said knowing full well that she didn't need anything to wake her up.

The morning passed into the afternoon and eventually, Esme raised her head and ate up her breakfast. They made Enola laugh loudly and you felt she fit in with your girl gang well enough.

“You have a boyfriend then? How old are ya? Should call Finn over if not.”

“No” You and Pol answered at the same time. Finn was a good 3 years older than her and the last thing you wanted was her caught up in whatever he was working on these days.

“He’s my litter brother but he’s a hell of a troublemaker and a good few years too old for you.” You gave Esme a look and she shrugged.

“I do as it turns out. Well - Erm - don’t mention that to my brother if you don't mind?” You gave her a big smile.

“Secret is safe with me.”

“As long as we get to meet him of course,” Ada added sensibly.

Soon enough the day passed by and you were left with a messy apartment to clean and many boxes to unpack. You said your goodbyes and enjoyed watching Enola light up as the women hugged her goodbye, with promises of saying hello the next time they came over to stay.

You closed the door and looked at the girl who jumped slightly.

“You probably want me to leave - sorry!” She looked flustered.

“Stay or go, I’m going to do some unpacking then start on dinner. You are welcome to stay if you like”

Enola took that invitation as a welcome to come over whenever she pleased. You thought it would start to bother you, but coming from such a big and loud family you found it comforting.

You watched her interactions with her brother closely the few times you happened to run into him. They would fight over all sorts of things and you weren't happy about it. It was one thing to argue with family but he was an adult and she, whether her family liked it or not, was still just a girl.

“Love, what happened to your parents?” You asked on a spring evening when you were both absorbed in books. They had been shouting at each other all morning and the question was burning a hole in your mind.

“Ah, do I annoy you?” She asked in a voice you rarely ever heard her use.

“No, you and Sherlock argue often I just - It’s none of my business but I -.”

“We argue a lot because we're both too smart.” She sighed like it was a heavy burden. “We see equally important things, but different things when we assess situations and whatnot. He hates it when I get involved in his cases, hates it even more when I’m right but deep down I know he doesn't mind all that much.”

You thought about her words and she let out another deep sigh.

“My mum felt it was her time to be on her own again, my father died ages ago. My other brother Mycroft - he’s a real twat. Tried to put me in finishing school - but you know about that from my first case.”

You gave a nod remembering the story. “Your mum felt you were okay to be on your own?” You looked at the girl and shuddered. London was a big city, and she was incredibly smart but she was still obviously more of a girl than a woman.

“Yep,” She said it firmly like she was trying to be proud but there was a sadness etched into her posture that you couldn't unsee. You thought of your own mother and something sank in your stomach.

“Well, I think you are entirely too much fun to be left alone. The world is big and lonely. Better to stick together with those who are worthy.” You said watching her face light up slightly. “Aunt Pol was calling to see if I’d met your fella by the way.” Pol had not mentioned it in her phone calls, but you said it anyway to make her feel like she was a part of things. She beamed.

“I’ll take you and Ada to see him.”

“Excellent. Baking cookies tomorrow, if you want to help?” she gave you a big smile.

“Despite my extensive knowledge of chemistry, I’m awful at baking.”

“Eh, you just need to learn.” You shrugged. “One more chapter then we best be off to bed.” A lie that was told frequently in your house. You both read until the wee hours of the morning, multiple cups of peppermint tea made and drank.

You jumped out of your chair when a hand lightly nudged your shoulder. Out of instinct, you threw the book at the man. Sherlock was there and Enola was happily asleep on the couch open book resting on her chest.

“Sorry!” You whispered. Sherlock only picked up the book you were reading and then gave you a long look. A thick flush covered your face as you accepted the book back from him. He always made you feel embarrassed and with both of them having all that fancy pants knowledge you really wished he would have caught you reading something of substance.

“Erm-I” You fumbled. “What time is it?”

“Round six,” He said, still staring at you intensely.

“Ah, sorry I told her one more chapter - “ You looked at the stack of books “Two books ago - Sorry”

“It’s alright. I should be the one to apologize. Thanks for spending time with her. If it’s too much-”

“She’s not a problem.” You said with a finality that showed too much emotion. “I - things are complicated with your family - I only know because I also come from a complex family. But really she’s not a burden or someone that’s better left behind.”

Sherlock gave you a strange look and you found it impossible to look away from his deep blue eyes.

“Complicated is a good way of describing it.” He looked around your apartment and you felt extremely uncomfortable. “She’s going to be smarter than all of us soon enough though, I guarantee you she won't be forgotten.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll make it into the public’s eye sooner or later. I’m referring to your mother leaving her-”

“I won’t,” He said firmly and with his full attention turned to you. “Our mother had her own business to attend to, but I assure you Enola is safe with me.” His eyes held you in place and you hated how he made you feel like he could see everything that you were thinking and feeling.

“You shouldn't shout at her so much.” The words toppled from your mouth as you held his stare. This made the corner of his mouth stand up slightly. He looked like he was debating whether he wanted to start an argument with you or not.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He kept looking at you and you were surprised at his response. You knew deep down Enola’s situation reminded you of yourself a great deal. Mother gone, and many fights with Thomas, but you had Pol to back you up, and the rest of them looking out for you all the time.

“Here - she can stay the night no point in moving her.” You got up and grabbed the thick blanket you left on the edge of the sofa for her. You expected him to already be out the door. He often abruptly ended conversations that is if he didn't ignore you completely.

“Why are you in London?” His voice made you jump.

“Wanted some space from the family.”

“Your sister lives here and your Aunt calls frequently? Space from your family or from your brother?”

“What do you know about my brother?” The hair on the back of your neck shot up.

“He gives my bother a hard time in Parliament. Really his arch rival of sorts.” Sherlock said and you wondered if he had been drinking.

“That pleases you?” You smiled at his unusual expression.

“Very much so. Although I know you lot had to struggle to get to where you are now.” His voice was back to its usual neat grumpy tone. “I don’t think it's a lifestyle you engage in?” He looked around your colorful apartment again.

“No. It’s not.” You said hoping he believed you. Sure you had gotten into your fair share of grim situations but the company had been legal for a long while now.

“Good.” He cocked his head towards you and his tone was light again. Something deep inside you wanted to do just about anything to keep his attention on you. With a small smile, he made his way out of your apparent closing the door softly.

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Enola was gone to stay with her mother for the night. You knew that something inside you had run over the boundaries of a friend or neighbor when you lay in bed tossing and turning. You knew she was perfectly capable of protecting herself and it really wasn't your place, but something in your mind wouldn't rest.

Ada had gone back home to stay with Pol for a while, no one was answering the phone today. Now that you thought about it that was probably the main reason you felt worried. You thought about walking across the hall to see if Sherlock wanted help with whatever he was working on.

In the last case, Enola insisted on your help as all the clues were in Romani. This was probably a normal case that would be over your head but maybe he’d have you for tea anyway. You sighed and got out of bed grabbing your thick robe and wrapping it around yourself.

Opening your bedroom door you looked across the small flat and could see that the front door was open. Your first instinct was to move back into the bedroom but dark eyes fell on you before you could move.

“Just come with us quietly love, no fighting” two men made their way towards you. Your fingers wrapped around the poker for the fire and you made careful notes of their appearance before the fighting started.

You thought about the bedroom window behind you but the drop would guarantee your death. The front door was the only option. You held the iron poker in your grip tightly then the most sensible idea floated into your mind. If fighting didn't go as planned you were sure that screaming your head off would alert someone in the building.

The two men came towards you and you got the first one across the side of the face before jabbing him in the eye. The second man proved harder to smack no matter how determined you were. Eventually, he got the upper hand and a hard smack landed across your face. You took a deep inhale but his hand closed around your neck before you could scream. You tried to scratch and hit his face but your arms became too heavy before any substantial damage was done.

Your vision went hazy just as the man let out a loud cry. His hand released you and you watched a hulking figure pull screams from his body. Blood was spilled before the beast made his way toward you.

You tried to move away unsure of anything, still unable to see or hear properly. Big arms gathered you up and lifted you into the air.

“Calm down.” His voice was rough and you wondered how your body could switch from so panicked to letting go entirely.

He carried you across the hall and into his flat. It was the complete opposite color scheme but just as cluttered with books. He placed you down on the countertop in the bathroom. He switched the lights on and you let out a groan covering your eyes.

You watched him look you over for damage while your voice was stuck somewhere deep inside you. His rough hands traced the bruise on your neck and you let out a soft hum. He didn't move his hand and you looked up into his piercing blue eyes. A different type of tension settled between the two of you one that caused your bones to ache. Without further thought and with no one but God to judge you, you leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his lips.

A part of you expected him to recoil in disgust or offense, but he pulled away placing his thumb over your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, and you struggled slightly. You wanted him so badly it hurt to breathe.

“You’re in shock.” He whispered with a softness you didn't know he possessed.

“So?” You mumbled against his thumb.

“So, see how you feel in the morning then try again.” He smiled slightly and you noticed how much blood had splattered up his arms. He got you settled in his bed and gave you some tea. He made some phone calls and after a long while, he came back.

Without any questions or stress, he started reading the book that he must have grabbed from your night table.

You thought you should tell him to stop but enjoyed the way his nose crinkled and how he started to argue about the character's motives.

“Men don’t think that way - surely you must know this?” he said looking down at you curled up in his blankets. The sun was just starting to come up and you were wishing there was a way for you to keep stuck in this moment.

“I have no idea how men think” You whispered up at him. Right then there was a commotion in the hallway.

“Oh, NO.” Enola’s voice had called out and you both shot up. You winced in pain as you followed him out of the room.

“Who are you lot? You need to tell me where she is right now.” Enola commanded in a voice that would have made the average person crumple.

Thomas, the man standing across from her was not the average person. His eyes flicked from her to you standing behind Sherlock. You caught the relief flooding his features and Arthur let out a deep breath from the living room.

“There she is. Tough girl.” Arthur came towards you and you let him pull you into a big hug.

Sherlock and Thomas stood still staring at each other in a way that made you worry.

“This going to be a regular occurrence?” Sherlock asked in a cold tone. John had squared up his chest when you noticed Ada seemed deeply pleased about something as she looked at you from your bedroom doorway.

“No,” Thomas said easily. “This is for you.” He pulled out a folded piece of paper.

Sherlock accepted the paper and sighed when Enola grabbed onto his forearm angling it so she could read it better.

“Moriarty!” She gasped. “Oh, Sherlock this makes perfect sense! The last case was in Romani, he must have known we had her help. We never ask anyone for help so -”

“So we put a gigantic target on her back.” He looked down at her with an icy expression and you hated the way it hit her.

“I take partial responsibility for that,” Thomas called out taking some of the blame off of the girl's shoulders. Not something you would have expected from him. “Moriarty has been pestering me for a meeting for a long while now. I assume this was his way of grabbing our attention.”

“Can she stay with you?” Ada asked in a sweet voice.

“Of course.” Sherlock and Enola both said at the same time in very different tones.

“She should come home, Tom,” Arthur said tightening his arm around your shoulders.

“She would be more help on the case here,” Enola said in a quiet voice.

“She won't be any safer back home. Plus she’s the only one Alfie enjoys working with. Lord knows we will need his help.” Ada added.

“If it's not any trouble” You looked at Sherlock. “I’d rather stay here and help.” You added moving your gaze to Tommy.

“Fuck.” he sighed. “You stay here, deal with Alfie.”

You smiled at the thought of how much it bothered your brother that Alfie would always keep his word if you asked him to.

“If that’s settled I should be off.” Thomas gave you a quick hug then Arthur and John followed him out with glances of warning to Sherlock.

“Alright, two of you go do your thing - with less shouting than usual. We will start on the mess in here.” You looked at Ada and she nodded.

“No, It’s technically a crime scene or whatever?” Ada looked at Enloa.

“Yes, she's right you should just move over to our side and leave everything as is.” Enola gave a serious nod and you couldn't help but think they were up to something.

“We will have to review the last case to see how it relates to this. You need to rest.” Sherlock put his arm around out and gilded you towards his apartment.

“Don't.” He said before you could start arguing. “Please just rest a bit for me.”

“Did you just say please?” You said caught off guard by his choice of words.

“Go to sleep.” He turned on his heel and left you to curl up in his bed. You got up for a while before falling asleep again on the couch listening to him and Enola go back and forth with different theories.

You felt him carry you back to bed and felt a moment of guilt realizing you shouldn't have made him carry you. He placed you back on the bed and you mumbled thanks. There was a moment of complete silence before you felt the bed dip under his weight.

“My brother has guards covering the building, I don't think there’s any more evidence in my flat if you want me to -” You said realizing there really wasn't a reason for you to stay in his space.

“I want you to stay.” He murmured into your hair and you felt his arm wrap around you. A heavy peaceful weight crept over you and you were very grateful to give him what he wanted.

“Then I’ll stay.” You whispered and he pulled you tight against his chest. You thought about that kiss, but you felt his breath even out. With sleep washing over you, you made a note to revisit that kiss in the morning.

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