#Benedict x sister!reader

[paleyouthcrusade]

Shame Shame Shame pt 2

Bridgertons x Bridgerton!reader (general)  Hyacinth x Bridgerton!Sister

Word Count : 1439

Summary : After the reader snaps at her family, it’s time to make it up to them. One by one. 

Warnings : It’s not that angsty apart from a few words here and there, mostly fluff. 

A/N: Since it was so wildy requested I decided to do part two (part 1 here). I didn’t really know where to go from part one, so hopefully I didn’t disappoint everyone with what I decided. My fluff writing isn’t quite there, but this is my best try

Taglist: @marauderssimpcuzwhytfnot @magical-spit @bxdbxtxh15 @demonstookmysoul @wanderingfairy73

Your fingers worked steadily and swiftly in threading the needle back and forth through the fabric, cursing when the deep green thread got caught in a knot. Embroidery was always something that you excelled at. Far beyond Daphne and her wobbly roses. 

Usually, this would be a methodical task that could relax you in a time of stress. However, as your thread got caught for the 10th time in the past few minutes, you only succeeded in working yourself up even more. Your hands had never seemed to stop shaking every since your argument a few days ago and… for fucks sake your thread knotted again. 

You placed the fabric and the unsalvageable tulips onto the table, the insignificant defeat bringing tears into your eyes. 

“Sister?”

You practically jumped out of your seat, your heart thrumming. Your youngest sister stood in the doorway, frowning. 

“Oh, Hyacinth. I had not realised,” you paused, collecting yourself. “Was there something you needed?” 

“Were you crying?” She asked, as blunt as she always had been from the day she learnt how to talk. 

“No, of course not.” Though, as you spoke you had to bring your fingers up to your eyes to catch anymore tears as they fell. 

The two of you had not spoken much since you last snapped at her. In fact, you had not talked much to any of your family members. 

This was not a fault on their end, you had mastered avoiding them after all. Your control like nature (something you definitely got from Anthony, as he did from your mama) made sure you always knew where everyone was. 

Your shame had prevented you from feeling relieved that you finally told your family how you felt. And your anger prevented you from talking to them. And so you went round and round a circle of sadness, anger and shame. 

“Do you need anything? I’m rather busy at this moment.” Busy moping around and thinking of new ways to run from your problems. 

She opened her mouth, and closed it once more. Taking in a sharp breath (something she picked up from Daphne) she tried again. 

“I don’t wish to be bothersome,” she mumbled, and you winched as your words were thrown back at you. 

Your relationship with Hyacinth was different from your other siblings. You could spit insults and harsh words with the others and all would be forgotten by the next day (most of the time). 

One time you and Eloise had so cruelly hidden Anthony’s pocket watch, intending for it to be a harmless prank. When he found out, he was furious and you had never heard such harsh words coming from his mouth. Sure, the two of you had wept that night but by the next day you were stealing his shoes and books. 

Hyacinth, however, was the youngest of all of you. With not having met her father, all of you had stepped in to raise her. Anthony most of all. Insulting her would feel like your mother insulting you. 

“Whoever called you bothersome isn’t very smart.” You began, hoping she would catch onto your apology. 

“What if they called me nosy too?” She spoke with a cheeky grin, showing that she had already forgiven you. 

“Well they really must apologise.”

“They could begin by giving me their dessert for a week,” Hyacinth giggled, holding on to the edge of your seat, “Then, help me get back at Gregory for stealing my ribbon.” 

“The week? But our lovely chef is making gooseberry pie tonight.”

“If they aren’t willing, then I suppose they aren’t that sorry.” Hyacinth’s knack for manipulation was going to become a problem one day. You were just glad that her on;y worries for now were desserts and annoying Grefory. 

And who were you to deny her?

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You ate your dinner in silence, most of your energy having gone into replacing Gregory’s closet with Fransesca’s. Whilst you would normally take turns with Eloise to insult each of your family members, today you left her alone to fight against Benedict. 

When dessert came, you waited patiently for Hyacinth to finish her plate.

“Are you not hungry sister?” Anthony’s voice surprised you as you lifted your plate and gave it to Hyacinth - who practically snatched it out of your hands - right before his eyes.

Your eldest brother simply watched with his mouth agape. 

When you weren’t hiding in your room, your siblings opted to ignore the tension between them and you. They continued on with their relentless teasing. It had yet to feel the same. 

“How come Hyacinth gets your dessert but when I ask you respond with insulting everything I have?” Benedict popped in, also watching as Hyacinth devoured your gooseberry pie. 

“No one can say no to Hyacinth,” Daphne came to your defence, doing everything in her power to get your relationship back to how it used to be. 

“And they can say no to me?” Benedict asked with overdramtisised hurt. 

“It brings me pleasure to say no to you,” Eloise quipped with a roll of her eyes, earning a stern look from your mama. 

It wasn’t long before everyone had scuffed down the gooseberry pie, Hyacinth somehow finishing before anyone else. 

One by one, your siblings left with one excuse or another. Leaving you with Benedict. For some reason he ate his dessert a lot slower that evening, and you always remained behind to thank the staff. It became a habit after you saw a maid breaking down from the workload when you were 8. 

Out of all your siblings, Benedict and Daphne were the least afraid to speak about their feelings. Hence, why you had been avoiding them the most. They knew not to say anything in front of the others, but there were numerous occasions where they tried to catch you yourself. 

They had yet to succeed until now. 

Muttering something about embroidery, you stood up to take your leave. Benedict raised an eyebrow up at you, clearly not believing you for one second.

“Perfect, I’m just about finished.”

You smiled stiffly as he stood up, an unspoken agreement that you will not be getting out of this one. 

“Why didn’t you tell any of us that you didn’t like him?” He asked after a moment, his voice soft and hesitant, as if even an exhale from him could make you begin shouting once more.

You inhaled, reminding yourself that it was only Benedict. Sweet, clueless Benedict whose only intention was to understand. 

“You all loved him, and I didn’t want to let you guys down.”

He took in your words, thinking. Now, Benedict wasn’t the smartest of you by any means. But he was far more in touch with emotions than almost anyone else in the family (rivalled only by Daphne). It was why he made such a brilliant artist. It was something you wished you learnt from him, but you could hardly understand your emotions, let alone anyone else's. 

“You could never let me down, y/n,” Benedict said with such seriousness that you had to look up to make sure it was really him you were talking to “I- we only wanted the best for you, and Lord Oddington wasn’t that. Far from it.” 

You felt your eyes tear up at his words, and looked away shamefully. You did not want to cry for the second time that day. 

“I had thought that you were all disappointed in me. After all, Daphne secured a Duke and I couldn’t even get a simple Lord.” 

Benedict turned towards you, putting his hands on your shoulders. You maintained eye contact with his shoes, not wishing for him to see your blurred sight. 

“Despite what the ton says, your worth is not made by who you marry. Whether you marry a Duke, or a farmer, you will always be y/n.” 

At his comforting words, you practically threw yourself into your elder (and currently favourite) brother. His arms immediately wrapped around you, and you were overcome with so much warmth that those unshed tears finally spilled over. 

“It’s just been so lonely,” You whispered to him. 

“Please, y/n, if something like this happens again, you can tell me. Do you understand?” 

You squeezed him a little tighter. 

“I want to hear you say it.”

You parted with a sniffle, your red eyes now looking into his with a small smile on your face. 

“I understand.”

And with some thought.

“Thank you, Benedict.”

In response he gave his usual grin, happy he was finally able to speak with you. 

“Does this mean I get your desserts too?”

“Absolutely not.” 

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[frost-queen]

Tempting fate // part 3 (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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Summary: Penelope tries her effort into turning Colin's eye to her. Realization hits you as you have a hunch of who the writer of Lady Whistledown is. Bad blood brewing between sisters.  [ part 1 & part 2 & part 4 ]

You had excused yourself from Colin, heading back inside. Where the warmth wrapped around you like a blanket. The loud muttering deafening out your clear hearing. A pair of dancers almost knocked you over when you rushed by. Coming to the window, where you had spotted your sister, she was gone. The spot empty. Looking around suspiciously, you wanted to know where she had gone too. Some bystanders glanced your way, whispering as you ignored them.

You could care less about them. Getting on the tips of your toes, you tried to overlook a few high heads. With your sister’s new wardrobe it wasn’t easy to spot her. Her bright colours exchanged for more plain colours. Blending more easily with the others. Turning your head, your eyes widened brief seeing that Colin had returned inside.

Looking searchingly around as well. You dropped your feet flat on the ground, lowering in height. Ducking a bit, you didn’t want Colin to find you. Some lords pulled their noses up at your curious and suspicious behaviour. Finding your way to the crowd lowered as if you were looking for a lost earing.

Lifting your head a bit, you came in contact with Benedict Bridgerton. He sat down, mouth half stuffed with a sweet, the half bitten part in his hand. You smiled sheepishly at him. Benedict moved his free hand to the side, pointing. You followed his point seeing him point at your mama. You thanked him with a nervous smile.

Straightening your back a bit, you walked off casually. Benedict quirking his eyebrow up at your strange, but funny acting. You pretended to make your way over to mama, till you hopped aside, disappearing into the crowd. Where ever could she be? Looking left and right. Then your eyes locked. Pinpointing her.

She stood by the walls, her dance card dangling down her wrist. Her gaze was focused elsewhere. Not far from her stood a group of ladies. Chattering away. Your sister tilting her head a bit, as if being able to hear better. Her expression emotionless. Silently you made a big turn around to reach her out of surprise.

You reached the walls, practically glueing yourself to it. Your reputation was already ruined by gossip, so you could care less for your mischievous acts. Quietly you approached her. Coming to stand beside till she noticed the company that had joined her. She glanced at you. – “Are you not dancing sister?” – you asked gesturing at the dancers. Penelope kept looking in front of her. – “I am trying not to draw any attention to myself.” – she replied. – “I saw you with Colin earlier.” – she added leaning a bit to you.

You clasped your hands together below, leaning a bit forwards. – “What a keen observation sister.” – you answered with a hint of sarcasm. You caught her looking, smiling intentionally at her. Penelope smiled back at you. In silence you both stood, looking away from each other. For the first time in forever it felt awkward standing with your sister. As if being near a stranger. You became aware of some curious eyes once more.

Seeing their heads come together to whisper and gossip. Ladies and lords probably discussing your purity. It hurt. Seeing the entire ton be against you, but perhaps you deserved it. After all you did kiss Colin. Not your intended, not your fiancé and certainly not your husband. Despite all the lies and the hurt, a part of you deserved it. Deserved to be judged like that.

“Best not to draw attention to yourself.” – Penelope spoke softly. It made you widen your eyes at her. Turning around, you left feeling already judged too much. You returned to mama, waiting there till the dreadful ball was over. The carriage ride back home was horrible. Your mother sighing loud as she undid one of her pins from her hair. – “This is a nightmare.” – she called out.

“I’ll have to marry my daughters off to farmers at the rate of this. Congratulations daughters, you better get used to the life of work.” – she said sarcastic. Phillipa busted out in tears, leaning her head against Prudence’s shoulder. She sighed again. – “I had such high hopes for you Y/n. Guess I overrated you.” – she turned to look outside.

Her comment made you lower your head, letting your hands slip in the folds of your skirt. The carriage hobbled on the cobble stone as it rode into your street. Mama got out first, your sisters following. You got out last, feeling miserable as hell. You immediately went to your room, crying on your bed.

Penelope lifted her head up as the door to the Parlor opened. Colin Bridgerton entering. – “Colin.” – Penelope spoke getting up. Colin bowed to her, before approaching him. – “To what do we owe the pleasure?” – she let out with curiosity. –“Are… are you here alone?” – he asked. Penelope let out a soft ‘yes’. – “Would you like some tea?” – she offered, gesturing at the small table. Colin nodded. Penelope poured him some tea, handing him the cup.

Colin took a sip as Penelope was staring at him. It made Colin furrow his brows. – “What is it Pen?” – he asked almost humorously. – “Nothing.” – she responded mesmerized back.  It made Colin set the cup down with a sheepish chuckle. – “It is just…” – she started catching his attention. – “Your eyes…” – she began. – “A remarkable shade of blue.” – Gazing wondrously at him.

Colin stared back at her, caught up in her words. The front door opened as you entered alone. You walked past the Parlor, hearing your sister’s voice. – “and yet somehow they shine even brighter when you are kind.” – you heard her speak. Curious as to who your sister was speaking, you cautiously opened the door a smidge. Enough for you to look into the room, with one eye. Your eyes widening seeing her stand with Colin Bridgerton.

Colin cleared his throat, drinking his tea as if parched. You backed away from the door in stunned. Slowly figuring it out, you made your way over to the stairs. Stomping loudly as your presence was known now. Penelope turned around in shock. Colin with a quizzable brow. He moved forward, thinking perhaps an intruder had come to the house. Penelope’s eyes shifting thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Upstairs you rushed to your sister’s room. Swinging the door open as you didn’t bother to close it. Immediately you went towards her desk. Pulling the drawers open. Searching vigorously through the papers. Some flew out of the drawer from your force. On her desk stood a little box as you opened it, ruffling with your hand in it. Nothing. You went towards her dresser, searching through her clothing.

Nothing. The covers got pulled back from her bed. Nothing, not even under the bed. For a moment, you felt impatient. Biting your finger a bit. Till your eyes fell upon something else. You crossed the room, hearing a plank creek. It made you pause. Putting more pressure on it, to hear the difference. It creaked more.

Kneeling down you let your fingers brush over the wooden edges. Till you felt that you could lift the plank a bit up. Eyes widening, you pulled the plank up. Almost aggressively you forced your hands down to the wooden box and papers. Reading head line after head line. Dearest gentile reader. Dearest gentile reader. Dearest gentile reader. Throwing a few pages around you, you couldn’t stop reading them. All editions of Lady Whistledown you had read before.

The realization hitting you. The one who wrote such filth about you, was closer than you thought. Your own dearest sister. Quiet wallflower Penelope Featherington. Shy as a mouse, but loud with a mighty pen. In shock, you got up, holding numerous pages of filth. There were rushed footsteps on the stairs. Penelope barging into the room as she bumped against the doorframe, panting.

Her eyes widened at the sight of you with her papers. You slowly looked up to her, holding the numerous papers up. – “You… you did this…” – you said still trying to process your discovery. – “I can explain.” – she started coming closer.  – “Filth after filth!” – You started throwing pages at her. Penelope got started as some pages flew against her.

“You wrote about me!” – you screamed out throwing the last of pages at her. Bending down, you picked up a few more. – “Does this satisfy you sister!” – waving the pages at her. – “I saw you with Colin!” – Penelope called out full of emotion. It made you throw the pages at her out of anger. – “So you decided to write lies about me!” – you yelled at her. – “You know I like Colin!” – Penelope answered justifying her acts. It made you scream in agony. – “If you just stayed away from him, I wouldn’t have to write about you!” – Penelope made clear.

Pacing around, you felt yourself get emotional. Lip trembling as you tried your best not to cry. – “You are the devil!” – you cried out with tears in your eyes. Penelope swallowed, finally cracking to her own emotions. – “It was only meant to teach you a lesson.” – she said. – “Is that what you were doing?!” – you shouted at her. – “By writing about me in your latest sheet! By telling the entire world about things I entrusted you with?” – you finished with anger.

“It was the only way I could convince you to leave Colin alone.” – she responded with emotion in her voice.  You took a step forward to her, wiping your cheek clean. Your expression turning cold. – “The only person you were interested in glorifying was yourself!”

Penelope briefly looked away. – “I do not even know you.” – you said to her taking a step back from her. You turned away from her, wiping more tears away that kept coming. Penelope’s expression changed with anger. – “All you ever do is talk about your sisters!” – Penelope called out in frustration. – “You’ve all these dreams and ambitions, but I am the one who did something great, and you cannot stand it!” – She yelled out.

You returned to your sister, inhaling deep. – “I wish to never see or speak to you again.” – you told her coldly. You went towards the door till you stopped, finger thoughtfully against your lips. – “I wouldn’t put your hopes on Colin, Pen.” – you said to her. – “He’s not interested in you.” – you let her know, wanting to have the final blow.

Your words cut like a knife through her heart, making her gasp soft. You left her room, crying your eyes out. Penelope grabbed a pillow and threw it in agony at the wall. Rushing down the stairs, you didn’t expect Colin to still be here. – “Y/n?” – he said with concern at the foot of the stairs. With a trembling lip, you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him.

Colin got startled for a second. – “What is wrong Y/n?” – he asked, moving his arms around you. You only wrapped your arms tighter around him, wanting him to comfort you. Colin hugged you better, stroking your back. Penelope had come into sight, standing at the railing of the stairway, looking down at Colin and you. You curled up a smile, knowing your sister was watching.

You moved a bit back in the hug as Colin saw the tears on your face. He touched your chin, concerned for you. – “What happened Y/n? Who hurt you?” – he wanted to know. You simply turned your head, looking at your sister up on the second floor. Colin looked past you to her as well. Penelope gripped onto the railing, staring bitter down. – “Pen?” – Colin asked you confused.

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[ladysharmaa]

Kate mini version

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma x sis!reader

summary: Kate's sister is sent to live with Kate and Anthony by her mother who had to travel to India and couldn't take her. Feeling that she was unwanted and intruding on the Bridgerton couple's lives, Y/n starts acting distant. When Anthony and Kate realize this, they try to make Y/n see how much she is loved by everyone

requested: yes

part 2

Y/n was sitting in her carriage for 5 minutes, not having the courage to open the door. She was outside the Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton mansion, in other words her sister and her brother-in-law. Her hands trembled in her lap as she took a deep breath to try to calm her anxiety and her irregular heartbeat.

Her mother Mary had to travel to India and decided to not let her youngest go with her. As Y/n was still too young to consider it safe to keep her at home alone, even with maids, Mary asked Anthony and Kate to welcome her into their home.

Ever since Mary's older daughter found a husband and went to live a new life, Y/n felt that her relationship with her mother got worse.

The house was quieter, both of them no longer had the usual company of the other sisters. It made Y/n realize how she couldn’t hold a conversation with Mary, at least not like Kate and Edwina. It also didn't help that Y/n was extremely similar to their father, who had already died. It seemed like Mary was grieving again for her late lover, and Y/n was the cause of it.

So, like a snowball effect, Y/n couldn't help but think that Kate and Anthony were just taking her in out of obligation, since they were family, but that she was actually considered a burden for them.

"Would you like for me to open the door, Miss?" the maid who accompanied her asked with a gentle smile.

"There is no need for that, Anne. Thank you." she replied, snapping out of her thoughts.

With a last deep breath, Y/n opened the door just as Anthony and Kate were leaving the house. As soon as she saw them, Y/n bowed slightly. When she lifted her head again she found the two of them with a smile directed at her. But even so, she had doubts, after all, in this society, everyone had learned to master the fake polite smile. Kate hurried to her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Y/n! It's so nice to have you here. The house can get so quiet when the Viscount is working. It'll be great to have our conversations like we had before." Kate whispered in her ear, Y/n only responding with a small smile.

Anthony approached the younger Sharma to greet her, Y/n bowing again. "Lord Bridgerton, thank you for your hospitality. It was very kind of you."

"By all means, Miss Y/n, you are family. Now let's come inside, Phillip can bring your belongings to your room." Anthony said, linking his arm with his wife and starting to head towards the room where the maids were setting the table for the tea.

Y/n followed behind the couple, her steps cautious. She looked at the huge mansion and sighed, her fears continuously running through her mind. This was going to be a very long month.

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It was still quite early, the sun's rays barely illuminating the mansion. However, Y/n was already awake and ready for the day. She went down to the kitchen, wanting to help the cooks and maids. It was the least she could do, since now they were cooking for one more person and the day before they had brought her a rather late meal since she didn't eat all of dinner.

The maids were surprised to see the youngest Sharma in the kitchen, tying an apron around her waist. However, with a lot of resistance on Y/n's part, they let the girl help. Y/n had a lot of fun, the maids had a good relationship with each other, throwing in some jokes from time to time that made her laugh.

Y/n was placing the last dish on the table. She had to admit that everything looked great. The food varied from fruit to various cakes and breads. Just in time, Anthony entered the kitchen, stopping in surprise when he saw Y/n there.

"Miss Sharma, I wasn't expecting you to be awake already. It's quite early."

"I'm a morning person, Lord Bridgerton." Y/n chuckled, running her hands down her dress nervously. She then pointed to the table, desperate not to remain in an awkward silence. "Breakfast is ready."

"I see that, everything looks great." he sat at the end of the table. Y/n remained standing, looking around, causing Anthony to hesitate before asking, "Aren't you going to sit down to eat too?"

"Oh! I already ate with the maids, thank you. Hm, is my sister awake?"

Anthony clears his throat, looking down. A frown appeared on Y/n's face when she saw the man's cheeks start to turn pink. "Your sister is still sleeping. She was not feeling well last night so she couldn't sleep much."

"Very well..." The girl nodded slowly. "I shall bring her tea when she wakes up. Until then, I was hoping I could go on for a walk in the gardens? Please?"

"Of course, Y/n, you don't have to ask." Anthony nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin after drinking some orange juice. "Do you want me to ask a maid to go with you and keep you company?"

"No, it's okay, I prefer to go alone."

"No problem. In the afternoon we should go to my mother's house to play pall-mall. It would be lovely if you decided to join us."

"Oh, I'm not sure yet. I wouldn't want to interrupt your family time." Y/n looked away so as not to show the sadness she felt.

She had never even met Anthony's family properly, only meeting them briefly at the couple's wedding. Either way, with all the stories she'd heard from Kate, she doubted she'd be able to fit into the family dynamic. She was afraid that Anthony was only extending the invitation to her out of obligation to now be living with them, after all, she had never been invited even when her two sisters were.

However, with all these thoughts, the girl did not see the frown that appeared on her sister's husband's face. What do you mean she didn't want to interrupt family time when it was part of it?

Although his family never spent much time with Y/n, it was just because since she was younger, they thought she would feel more comfortable with her mother instead of being dragged around with Edwina and Kate to every event. She had lost her father and moved countries, they didn't want to overwhelm her. However, Anthony's siblings really wanted to meet her, especially Francesca and Hyacinth, who wanted to have a new friend.

"Y/n, you are family. My siblings would love to spend more time with you, especially my sisters." Anthony finally said.

"I will think about it." Y/n offered him a small smile out of politeness. "I will be heading to the gardens. Let me know if you need me. Excuse me, Lord Bridgerton."

When Y/n finally left the dining room, Anthony rubbed a hand over his face in frustration. He really needed to talk to his wife about this.

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Y/n was lying down on the grass, enjoying the sun's rays that warmed her skin, when Kate found her. After Anthony told her about what happened at breakfast, Kate knew there was something wrong with her younger sister.

Anthony's wife lay down beside Y/n, alerting her to her presence. Y/n lifted her head, offering her sister a small smile. "Are you feeling better?"

"Pardon?" Kate frowned, not understanding the question. Her mouth opened in realization as she remembered what Anthony had told her with a light blush. "Oh, yes, I'm fine. Nothing that a few more hours of sleep couldn't solve."

"I'm glad." Y/n closed her eyes again, enjoying the sunny day.

"Are you enjoying your time here? Lord Bridgerton told me that you cooked with the maids today." Kate said after a few moments of silence.

"Yes, they were lovely. I wanted to help."

"If you had a good time then there's no problem. But you know you don't need to get up early to cook for us. I want you to have fun and be comfortable while you're here."

Y/n remained silent. Her hand started messing with the grass, a way to distract herself. "I know." she replied with a small voice.

"Do you?" the elder Sharma raised her eyebrows teasingly.

But Y/n remained silent, a small frown forming on her face as she thought about what Kate said. In turn, Kate felt her heart tighten with guilt. As she looked at her little sister, she remembered when she was a baby and made exactly the same face when she thought. A sigh escaped her lips, missing having Y/n's company all day.

The three Sharma sisters used to spend every waking moment together, strolling around the garden or simply relaxing in silence. But now, with Kate married and Edwina being courted by the prince, they didn't think about how it would affect Y/n.

"Tell me what is really wrong." Kate asked with sad eyes. Y/n sat down, opening her mouth to start speaking, but nothing came out. "Y/n, I'm sorry I haven't spent much time with you. But I love you, and I want you to be comfortable being here with me and Anthony."

"You didn't just let me stay out of obligation?" the younger sister asked shyly, refusing to look into Kate's eyes, who had also sat up and was trying to lift Y/n's chin with her hand.

"No! In fact, I was the one who asked mother to let you stay with me instead of considering you going with her to India. We wanted you here. I miss seeing my little sister every day. It can get lonely when Anthony works, and I love having you here."

"Really? But when you're bored, don't you visit Lord Bridgerton's siblings?"

"Yes, but no one can replace you. And I'm always talking about you to them, from all the stories I've told, I think they like you more than me!" Kate laughed, her smile widening when Y/n also chuckled. "I'm sure they would be delighted for you to go with us to play pall-mall."

"Hmm, I'm not sure. What if they don't like me?"

"Oh!" Anthony's wife gasped as if it was the most ridiculous idea. "That's impossible! With your heart and your kindness, they would be fools to not like you!"

"I really missed you." Y/n admitted, resting her head on Kate's shoulder.

"Me too. And after mother comes back, our house is still open. You can come here whenever you wish."

"Thank you, Kate. I'm glad you found Anthony, you seem very happy."

"I am happy." Kate assured her. "And just because I am married now, nothing changes between us. You are still my priority."

"Thank you. And I believe a game of pall-mall is not the worst thing in the world. I will join you." the younger girl nodded with a smile, gaining confidence from her sister's words.

"Great! Then you'll also get to see Lord Bridgerton be a sore loser when I win."

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She was already starting to regret her decision when she saw Anthony's family in the garden, already bickering with each other. She and her sisters were competitive, but not at this level.

"Dear siblings, if you could please just listen to me first." Anthony caught their attention with a sarcastic smile. "This is Miss Y/n, Kate's younger sister. She will be joining us today."

"Another Sharma? We are going to lose!" the younger boy, who Y/n assumed was Gregory, said.

Two other girls came to her, introducing themselves as Francesca and Hyacinth, Anthony's younger sisters. As they excitedly talked, Y/n's nerves began to disappear. Kate watched them closely, relaxing when she noticed that her sister was smiling, looking happy to be making friends. Her husband joined her, letting her lean against him and kissing her cheek.

"I told you it was going to be okay."

"Yeah, I know. But I was so sad that she thought we didn't want her here with us. It's my fault." Kate whispered sadly, feeling Anthony put his arm around her waist in comfort.

"It's not your fault, my love. We have to make her feel welcome, but for now, I think she's having fun." Noticing that Kate still wasn't convinced, he added. "What if the three of us went for a horse ride tomorrow? You once told me that Y/n always wanted to ride a horse, but she never got to learn since your father died. What if I taught her?"

"You would do that?" his wife smiled in delight. "Oh, Anthony, thank you. I'm sure she would love that."

"Anything for my wife and her little sister." Anthony smiled, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips. "I love you."

"Are you being this lovely just so I won't be so competitive in the game?" she laughed teasingly. "Forget it! Prepare to lose, my dear husband."

Kate turned her back on him, going to the others so they could start the game. Anthony enjoyed the view of his wife, wondering how he got so lucky. "I love my life."

While they were playing, Eloise told Y/n how women deserved to go to college and not live just for their husbands. Benedict appeared later, declaring that he was going to save her from her sister's obsessions, making Y/n hide a giggle behind her hand. In turn, he and Collin were extremely funny, especially when Anthony made a bad move and Kate beat him.

Y/n also had time to meet Daphne's son, who seemed to like her and demanded with a cry that she pick him up. She didn't complain, the baby was too cute to refuse anything.

She and her two new friends got tired of playing, preferring to sit under the shade with the baby and play a little with him. Meanwhile, they talked about everything and got to know more about each other. They only realized how much time had passed when Lady Violet Bridgerton called them to drink and eat something.

By late afternoon, Y/n was exhausted but happy. Her family was more complete, and she loved being part of its dynamic.

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[nikkisheep]

To Be Alone With You (Part Six)

Anthony Bridgerton x female!Sharma!sister reader

Benedict Bridgerton x female!Sharma!sister reader

Warnings: improper alone time (Ben & reader), sexual tension, me as a writer questioning if I want Ben or Anthony to be the end ship, kissing, male nudity, reader fences Benedict (I know nothing about fencing so I'm sorry if this is bad), semi-smut, handjob, hair pulling

*One of the longer chapters

Summary: You spend more time with a certain Bridgerton brother and start to question whether you could be happy with Benedict rather than Anthony.

Playlist:

Labyrinth by Taylor Swift

If Only by Dove Cameron

Back to the Start by Somo

Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey (Maybe not a good choice, just depends)

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Not many nights had passed since the ball and you were being invited to the Bridgerton house by Daphne, or at least you thought. The days following the ball had been crazy as you were having numerous suitors calling on you because they thought the viscount had forgotten your sister and set his mind on you. Not that it was completely wrong, but you were not talking to Anthony and would not do so until the wedding which was to be in about a month. Not that you were keeping up for when you would have to walk down the aisle, not in a white dress.

Upon your arrival to the Bridgerton home, you were wandering around the house trying to find something interesting. You wandered to the garden and sat under a tree. The refreshing wind cooled you as the tree limbs were shading you away from the harsh sun. You close your eyes and listen to the sounds of nature. Soon, rushed footsteps and shouts had called your attention and you decided to follow it.

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Benedict and Colin were fencing, and it looked like Colin was winning this match. Benedict was sweating in his fencing uniform and a bead of sweat slowly drips down the side of his face and disappears under his collar.

"Are you going to just stand there and stare or are you going to come over?" Benedict called out, snapping you out of the trance-like state you were in.

"How long have you boys been fencing?" You ask, shielding your eyes from the sun.

"About an hour," Colin smirked, watching you watch Benedict. "I actually have grown quiet tired."

"Would you like me to take over, Mr. Bridgerton?" You asked, hands folded together in front of your waist.

"Do they teach you girls how to fence during your lessons?"

"No, but I have seen my cousins do it."

"You are quiet aware that fencing is a man's sport, Miss Sharma," Benedict said, pushing you. He knew that you would see it as a challenge and it was, the results were exactly what he wanted.

"Rule number one, Mr. Bridgerton, do not underestimate a woman."

Colin mentions your clothing and you realized that it would be harder to move in your dress. You press your lips into a thin line before deciding to walk to the shed. Once inside, you look through the wardrobe inside, finding a pair of fencing clothes. You pull at the buttons of your dress, slipping out of the many layers, including your corset. Putting on the trousers felt odd but they were quite comfortable, more so than your corset.

Coming out of the shed, you walk to the boys again, pushing the leftover shirt into the trousers. You gave them a twirl and beamed brightly.

"Well, don't they fit lovely?" You smiled.

"Yes...yes they do," Benedict looked at the sky, not trying to hide that he couldn't look at you. Your shirt wasn't completely buttoned and Benedict was struggling not to look.

"Are you all right, brother?" Colin asked, a teasing grin creeping onto his face.

"I am quite well, you need not to worry about me brother."

You move closer to him and press you hand against his forehead and felt his temperature. Your breathes mixed in front of you, your chest was practically pressed against his. Benedict's first instinct was to lean in for a kiss, you were intoxicating to him, but as soon as he went to slightly move, he pulled away.

"Shall we return to fencing?" He spoke into the silent garden.

All while Colin was just sitting on the bench, watching the interaction between his brother and the love of his other brother's life.

---

Colin eventually leaves the garden because the heat nearly made him pass out. As you were fencing Benedict, he kept talking as a distraction, and it was working.

"Darling, are you prepared for the art lesson that I have planned for us?" He asked.

"Can't make it, Mr. Bridgerton," You said. "I have a tea party with Daphne. She sent me an invitation letter."

"That was me," He said, tapping you on your left side.

"Benedict, did you invite me here to teach me art or something else?"

The two of you stepped closer, leaving the fencing weapons on the ground. His hands came to rest on your hips, looking around the garden quickly before turning back to you.

"Did you or did you not come here for an art lesson and nothing more?" He asked, dipping his mouth to the underside of your jaw.

"I came here thinking that I would be having tea with your sister," You gasp when his teeth graze your skin. "Benedict, someone will see."

"Let them see," He said. "You should be mine."

Your head tips backwards as his mouth continues the assault on your neck. You let out a moan and he pulls away, placing his index finger over your mouth, making a shhh-ing sound.

"Quiet darling, do you want me to stop?"

You shook you head.

"Words or I will stop."

"I don't want you to stop, Mr. Bridgerton."

His mouth pressed against yours in a searing kiss, lips moving in sync and his hand moves down to your bottom. He walks you over to the bench that Colin had been sitting and he sat you down, bending down to kiss you, never wanting your lips to leave his. You pull back, pressing your hand against his chest and try to catch your breath.

"Stop...stop, we shouldn't do this," You whisper as his mouth chases yours. He is in a kneeling position and his hand is on your hips, covered by your trousers.

"We shouldn't, but we want to and who are we to deny our desires?" He pants.

"Benedict."

---

Making it to his art studio, you laugh at his rain soaked clothes. You were still in your fencing clothes and your dress was in Benedict's hands. You brace yourself against a table, smiling as your hair clung to your face and neck. You were breathtaking in Benedict's mind. How Anthony did not see how truly beautiful you were was beyond him.

"Shall we get to drawing?" He asked, breaking the silence in the cooler room.

"Yes," You said. "I was wondering if I could draw you?"

He nodded and moved to the couch. You shook your head, motioning him to come over to you.

"How do you want me?" He asked, smirking at the fact that you were watching him with such attentive eyes.

"I want you...right here," You moved him to the center of the room, right in front of the window that was lit up by the thunder and lightening from outside.

You moved to the couch to start sketching him, frowning because you could not get his figure right. You walked to him and looked up at him, your noses nearly touching.

"Does sketching me include you being so close to me?"

"I need your shirt off. I need you naked."

"Why?" He asked.

"So I can get a better view of how your body is shaped."

He slowly starts to unbutton his shirt and shrugged it off. Smirking when he noticed your hand instantly reached out to touch his toned chest. He grabbed your sketchbook out of your hands, placing it on the nearest table, and placed them on his warm body. Your mouth opened slightly at the feeling of him. He felt warm, sturdy, and perfect.

His hand was still on yours and he slowly moved it down his chest to his abs to his trousers. You gasped when he moved your hand lower.

"Do you feel what you have done to me?" He asks. "How crazy you have me feeling?"

You nod. Too dumbfounded to say anything.

He moves your hand back up and then completely off him. He takes the button of his trousers into his fingers and pops it out of the hole. He then slowly moves them down his strong, long legs. He then pulls down his underwear. His cock springs up and hits his stomach. He was big. You could tell that the genes in this family were extremely strong. You shook your head and grabbed your sketchbook, instantly drawing what you saw.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, his wet hair sticking to his skin. Water droplets were still falling from his head and dripping down his body. The lightening from outside lit up his entire body, making him look like a literal angel.

"This is exactly what I needed." You walked over to him once again, pressing your lips against his. His mouth opened to allow your tongue entrance, swallowing his moans of pleasure. You were doing that to him. You were making him needy for you. You were making him want you, he needed you.

You grip his leaking cock, slowly moving up and down, feeling the silky skin. He threw his head back in pleasure as your hand stroked him.

"Oh my..." He gasped.

"Is this what you need, Mr. Bridgerton?" You look up at him before grabbing his hair to pull him down to your level. "Is this what you need?"

"Y-Yes," He stutters as he tries to hold in his moans.

"Let me hear you, baby." Your hand starts to get more slick with his pre-cum as he gets closer and closer to his end. He starts to shake in your hands as you speed up your hand. He starts to curse and moans started to spill from his mouth.

"Oh fuck, darling," He moans out as he cums on your hand.

You kept pumping him as he shakes from his orgasm. You slowly come to a stop and look him straight in the eyes as you lick his cum off your hand and moan at the taste, eyes rolling back.

"Oh fuck..." He pants, hair sticking to his forehead.

"I love you," He whispers, you don't hear it and he quickly gathers himself up.

"How was your drawing?" He asked, once dressed. His hands were resting on your hips as he presses a quick kiss to your neck.

"I think I will need to finish it a different day."

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x sharma!reader #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader smut #anthony bridgerton angst #benedict bridgerton x sharma!sister!reader #benedict bridgerton smut #to be alone with you

[cry1ngchild]

y/n: remember when you didn’t try to solve all your problems with arson?

Michael holding a lighter: stop romanticising the past.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf blog #fnaf incorrect quotes #michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf imagines #afton family #five nights at freddys sister location #eggs benedict #tagged for exposure > #michael afton x reader

[rubysunnday]

I'll look after you (but I won't stop complaining about it)

requested by anon: Hi I love your Bridgerton sister fics! They got me to finally watch the show. Can I request an Anthony x Bridgerton!reader fic where it’s “4 times Anthony protects the reader and 1 time she protects him”?

requested by anon: Okay but, a twist to the story and instead of the typicall bridgerton!sister being stung by the bee, what if it’s Anthony, and everyone worries about him because of what happened to their father, and it’s specially the youngest bridgerton!sister who has a reaction like him in the show out of fear of losing her brother/father figure?

requested by anon: anthony x bridgerton sis where reader is around 15 and she has a really big fight with colin or eloise and she goes on a walk to calm herself down, falls down a hill and anthony finds her after looking for her for a while? but like fluffy pls

summary: four times Anthony protected his sister and the one time she protected him (albeit it was from the ton)

After Edmund Bridgerton, the 8th Viscount Bridgerton, died, his son, Anthony, made a promise. He sat at his father's death bed, staring down at the cold corpse that had once been his beloved father, and promised to look after his siblings - all eight of them - and to try, in any way possible, to guide them as an elder brother and as a father figure.

Whilst his siblings did not make this promise an easy one to keep Anthony kept trying. But right now, at this exact moment in time, Anthony wanted to throttle his sisters.

He vaguely wondered if anyone would find their bodies at the bottom of the lake, only to be yanked out of the thought by a pillow smacking him in the chest, the intended target oblivious as she glared at her twin.

"What is so wrong with wanting marriage?" Y/N yelled, throwing her hands up at her sister.

"It shackles you for life!" Eloise yelled back. "It silences you and your dreams."

"Oh, not this conversation again," Y/N groaned. "El, not everyone wants the same things as you. Is it so wrong for me to want to be married and happy? There are plenty of things you can still do when married."

"Not if you marry some old man who treats his women like objects!"

"Nope, absolutely not," Y/N said, getting up from the sofa, throwing the cushion she'd been hugging at Eloise, "I am not having this conversation again. Marry, do not marry, I do not care. But I am not going to sit here and listen to you call me an unintelligent woman simply because I dream of being married one day."

The door to the drawing room slammed shut. Eloise huffed, sitting back down on the sofa, crossing her arms.

Anthony pulled back a page of his newspaper, eyeing Eloise. "Is it so wrong for your sister to want marriage?"

"She does not understand what it can do to a woman, brother," Eloise replied. "The consequences, the silencing..."

"It can be a positive thing, El -"

"I have heard far too many horror stories of women being treated like cattle to view it as a positive thing. We all saw what nearly happened to Daphne when she came out."

"That was entirely my own doing -"

"This is what I mean!" Eloise exclaimed, sitting forward. "We do not get to choose our husbands. Our husbands choose us or our fathers and brothers choose them for us. Not once does a woman get a say in who she marries."

Anthony exhaled through his nose, seeing that he clearly wasn't going to get anywhere with Eloise. He folded his newspaper shut, setting it down on the coffee table beside him.

"I'm going to go check on Y/N," he muttered, standing up from the sofa.

Whilst Anthony knew Y/N and Eloise were devoted to one another, he also knew that when they argued, it got mean, very quickly. The marriage argument had been one they'd had many times before and it never ended well.

Eloise could never quite seem to understand why any woman would want to willingly be married. Y/N never quite understood why Eloise was so opposed to even the idea of marriage. What was so wrong with wanting a future for herself where she was ostracized to the edge of society?

It took him fifteen minutes and five servants to work out where Y/N had gone. As much as he adored Aubery Hall, he did curse its extensive grounds, especially when his siblings ran off.

Another ten minutes later and Anthony was finally down in the woods of the grounds, walking through patches of bluebells and snowdrops, peering behind trees and bushes.

He looked behind a fairly large oak tree and stopped, casting his eyes down. Y/N looked back up at him, her face blotchy from her tears.

She didn't say anything, turning her head away and looking straight ahead at where the river cut through their lands.

Anthony crossed his arms, leaning against the tree. "This is an argument you have had before. We all know how it goes."

"I know. Does not stop it from upsetting me or being infuriating."

"It reminds me of the argument I so often have with Colin about travelling," Anthony replied. "If he had it his way, he would be gallivanting around every corner of this world, spending as much money as he likes. I am the one who has to bring him back down and tell him that whilst we have money, we do not have enough money for that."

Y/N gave him a small smile. "It is utterly exhausting. I have tried to explain to her multiple times that marriage can be a good thing. If you find the right person."

"I can attest to that."

"Five words I never thought you would say, brother," Y/N said, looking up at him.

"This argument is not worth your tears, Y/N."

"Oh, I am aware, I was not crying about that." She looked a little sheepishly at Anthony's raised eyebrow. "I was so angry I did not look where I was going and I twisted my ankle, falling down a rabbit burrow."

Anthony stared at her for a moment. Then, he burst out laughing, leaning back, putting a hand on his chest.

"Yes, yes, laugh away," Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"No! I fell down a rabbit burrow!"

Anthony snorted. Y/N reached over and pushed her brother's leg, knocking him off balance. He stumbled to the side, catching himself.

"Are you going to just stand there and laugh or will you help me up and back to the house?"

"Alright, come on then."

Anthony held his hands out to Y/N and she placed her hands in his, letting him help her up to her feet, hopping awkwardly. She put her foot down and winced, pain shooting up from her ankle.

Without uttering a word, Anthony turned around. Y/N, snorted but climbed onto his back, using her good foot to propel herself up.

"I feel like I'm ten again," Y/N said as Anthony gripped her legs.

"I don't," he grunted. "When did you get so heavy?"

"Don't be rude. Come along then," she said, nudging him with her foot.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "If I fall down a rabbit burrow, it'll be your fault."

"Bloody hell."

Daphne whacked her sister with her blue mallet. "Language."

Y/N shot her a withering look. "It's just family, we are quite safe." She tilted her head up, looking at the tree. "How on earth are we to get that out?"

It was a well-known fact that Y/N Bridgerton did not know what gently meant. Especially when it came to pall mall. One well-aimed hit later, her purple ball was stuck up in the tree, nestled amongst the branches.

"We'll have to climb."

"No, Y/N, do not -"

Daphne trailed off as Y/N dropped her mallet and put her booted foot on a stump next to the tree. She pushed herself up, pulling her dress up over her knee and climbing up onto the lowest branch.

She could see the purple ball wedged between the fork of two branches. If she climbed up another branch and crawled forward, she could definitely grab it.

The panting of breaths came from below as Colin, Benedict and Anthony rushed up to Daphne, all looking up at the tree.

"Is she climbing the tree?!" Colin exclaimed, both delighted and slightly concerned.

"Of course she is!" Anthony snapped. "Y/N, get down at once!"

"Let one of the boys get it, Y/N," Daphne added.

"I'm up here now!" Y/N yelled down, climbing onto the second branch. "I might as well get it!"

Y/N crawled forward again, the leaves shaking at the sudden movement.

"Someone should get her down," Benedict muttered, following Y/N's movements. "Knowing our dear sister, she will fall down. She's not exactly gentle."

"Y/N!" Anthony yelled, moving to the bottom of the tree trunk. "Mother will kill me if you fall!"

"I've almost got it!"

Y/N leant forward, her fingers brushing against the purple ball. Instead of the ball falling into her grip, she lost her balance entirely and teetered forward and off the branch.

Her arms flailed as she struggled to find anything to grip on, her sibling's yells of panic from below silencing her own yelp of surprise.

Y/N was falling until she wasn't. Arms wrapped around her just before she hit the ground, her body smacking into Anthony's. The force knocked them both to the floor, Anthony taking down Benedict at the same time.

The three siblings hit the ground, hard. Anthony's head smacked against Benedict's chest as Y/N knocked her own head into her older brother's chin.

"Oh, my go - are you three ok?" Daphne exclaimed, crouching down beside Y/N and helping her sit up, a concerned hand on her back.

Y/N rolled off her elder brother and to the side, coughing slightly, winded from her collision with her brother.

"Anthony get off me," Benedict grunted, pushing his brother off him.

Anthony stumbled to his feet, swaying just a bit. "I'm fine," he muttered, dusting his jacket down. "Just another victim of Y/N Bridgerton."

Something landed on top of Anthony's head with a fairly loud thud. It rolled off him and bounced onto the floor, rolling down to Y/N's feet.

"Oh!" She said, bending down and picking it up. "I did get my ball after all!."

Y/N looked behind her frantically, desperately trying to find an escape as Cressida Cowper walked towards her, her friends walking alongside her.

She was not having a good day and she did not need Cressida Cowper to make it any worse.

"Y/N!"

Bloody hell. "Cressida," Y/N said, curtseying politely.

"You look beautiful. As ever," Cressida added snidely. "Anyone asked you for a dance yet?"

Y/N gritted her teeth. "No, not yet."

"Oh, shame. Mr Patrick, Sir Carter and Mr Norris have all written their names in my dance card."

"Well, I hope you enjoy all your dances."

"Hmm, I suppose I will."

Cressida brushed past Y/N, tipping her glass of lemonade onto her dress and down her chest. Y/N gasped, the cold liquid startling her. Cressida sniggered and sauntered off to another corner of the ballroom.

Y/N inhaled shakily, closing her eyes. She turned her back to the rest of the room, feeling her throat closing as the tears threatened to fall all over again.

A jacket sleeve brushed against her arm and Y/N knew instantly it was Anthony. He shielded her from the rest of the room as he unbuttoned his jacket and put it around her shoulders, handing her his handkerchief.

"Come on," he said quietly, taking her hand and pulling her along with him.

Anthony walked out into the corridor outside the ballroom and then into another empty room. He shut the door behind them and Y/N sat down heavily on the sofas, hanging her head low.

"I have half a mind to go yell at Miss Cowper," Anthony muttered, walking over to her.

"Not that it would solve anything," Y/N replied, straightening up. She dabbed under her eyes with her fingers, shaking her head. "Thank you."

"Whatever for?"

"Getting me out of there before I made a scene."

Anthony smiled softly. "If anyone made a scene, it was Cressida." He sat down next to her on the sofa. "We do not have to go back. We can leave."

Y/N shook her head, pulling Anthony's jacket tighter around her shoulders. "No. I do not want her to win. Give me five minutes and I'll be fine."

"Very well, then."

Y/N dropped her head to Anthony's shoulder, closing her eyes momentarily. "Thank you, brother."

Anthony kissed her forehead, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, squeezing tightly. "Anytime."

The rain lashed against the windows. A loud boom of thunder sounded from directly overhead and Y/N flinched, digging her nails into the leather of the chair she was sat in.

She didn't know what it was about storms that frightened her so much - whether it was the loud noises, the bright flashes of lighting, the sound of trees being felled - but this was the worst one they had had in years.

Anthony glanced up at his sister, pausing his writing. "Alright?"

Y/N nodded tightly, clutching her book in one hand. "Fine."

Another boom of thunder and she closed her eyes, jumping in her seat. Anthony set his pen down and pushed his chair back, walking over to his sister. He snatched up her book, putting his thumb on the page she was on, and closing it to look at the cover.

Pride and Prejudice was written on the front, each letter covered in gold foil. "Would you like me to read to you?"

"If it means distracting me from this god-awful storm, yes."

Anthony smiled, sitting down in the chair opposite his sister. He opened the book again and found the start of the new chapter. "Colonel Fitzwilliam's were very much admired at the Parsonage, and the ladies all felt that he must add considerably to the pleasure of their engagements at Rosings."

Y/N leant back in her chair, closing her eyes. Anthony's voice was calm and didn't flinch once, even when lighting struck almost outside his study window. His mere presence had calmed her down from the panic building inside her.

As Anthony reached the end of the chapter, he glanced over at his sister. He smiled softly upon seeing that she was fast asleep, her head drooping to one side. He concluded the chapter, gently tucking a piece of paper in between the pages and closing the book.

It had been many years since he'd last carried anyone other than Hyacinth and Gregory to bed. Even then, they were beginning to get a bit too big and a bit too old.

Anthony gently lifted Y/N up into his arms and crept through the corridors of Bridgerton House. He laid her down on her bed and pulled back the blankets and duvet, placing them on top of her, smoothing the edge down.

"Night, Y/N," he whispered, standing in the doorway, a soft smile on his face.

Anthony did not regret marrying Kate Bridgerton neé Sharma one bit.

He just regretted his mother's penchant for big ball's and extravagant celebrations. Anthony had hardly had time to take in his new wife and admire her as viscountess - it felt as if the entire ton had been invited to the ball.

Almost an hour later, Anthony finally found his wife again, walking up to her and taking her hand in his, squeezing it tightly.

"I missed you," he murmured, leaning into her neck and sniffing.

Kate shoved him gently. "Anthony, behave."

"Apologies."

"Your mother seems very determined to introduce me to every member of the ton tonight."

"Again, apologies."

Kate chuckled, smiling widely. "I forgive you, my lord."

The string quartet began readying themselves for another dance, couples moving into position on the floor with practised ease. Anthony held his hand out to his wife, smiling.

"Care for a dance, Viscountess Bridgerton?"

"I would adore one, Viscount Bridgerton."

They danced three times in a row. Which was preposterous for any courting couple but unheard of for a married couple. But Anthony and Kate were so in love with one another, that no one seemed to really mind.

In fact, both were so enamoured with one another, that they did not seem to realise the line of people wanting to talk to them slowly dwindling down to nothing.

"Is it me," Kate said quietly, "or has no one been over to talk at us for a while?"

Anthony sipped on his lemonade and looked around, raising his eyebrows. "No, I do believe you are correct in that statement."

It was suspicious, Anthony thought, that they had been left alone for as long as they had. His eyes scanned the ballroom - he spotted Daphne and Simon, both pretending to look interested in a conversation with the Cowpers, and suddenly realised.

"I do believe my siblings are deflecting anyone that comes our way," Anthony murmured to his wife.

"Whatever do you mean?"

He pointed over to Daphne and Simon. Then he guided Kate's eyes to the left, where Colin and Eloise were listening to Lady Trowbridge.

"Oh," Kate said, understanding. She looked around the room, her eyes latching on to one Bridgerton in particular.

Y/N stood with Mr Dorset, pretending to be engrossed in Lord Lumley's conversation. She was surrounded by numerous other gentlemen, all waiting for her attention.

"Oh, Lord Bridgerton!" Portia Featherington crowed.

"I knew it couldn't last," Anthony muttered, turning his back.

"Lady Featherington!" Y/N exclaimed, pulling Mr Dorset with her as they walked over to the lady. "I have been meaning to ask you all night about your stunning dress."

"Oh, really? It's new in from Paris -"

And just like that, Portia Featherington forget entirely about the newlywed couple she'd been marching towards.

Kate caught Y/N's eye as she walked back to the wall. She mouthed a thank you to the younger girl, smiling when Y/N winked back at her, blowing her sister-in-law a kiss.

"I do believe, we have Y/N to thank for a bit of peace," Kate said, leaning into her husband. "She seems to have gathered an army to distract the ton."

Anthony looked over at her, a fond smile taking over his face. "Of course she did," he muttered. "Well, I suppose, annoyingly, I'm in her debt now."

"Is that such a bad thing?" Kate asked, letting Anthony wrap his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

"No," He replied, sniffing Kate's scent and pressing a kiss to her bare skin, "no, it is not."

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[weirdmorefics]

Hi! Could you do a Bridgerton sibling reader (youngest) where she has like ADHD and she’s like 7 or 8 and during an important dinner for the adults she comes down because she has something very “important” to show her mother and everyone just finds her adorable

A/N- This is such a cute request I love it!

Warnings- None

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 663

Summary- Anthony has gathered the adults of his family to hopefully win over the Sharmas for a proposal when his younger sister interrupts.

Lightning Bugs

“I am soooo boreeeed” I cry out throwing myself dramatically on the floor.

Eloise rushes over excitedly “We can always discuss some Lady Whistledown theories!” 

I roll over onto my face and let out an even bigger groan.

Colin hushes me “You do not want Anthony to come out and scold you, do you? He is very busy trying to win over the Sharmas with Mother and Daphne. ”

“Ugh, you guys are no fun! Come on Gregory and Hyacinth!” I say grabbing their arms and dragging them outside.

“Please do not stay out too long it is getting dark!” Colin tries to yell out to us but I am too busy to hear.

“What are we doing out here Y/N?” Gregory groans out.

“Going on Adventure of course!” I say with a huge smile causing Hyacinth to giggle.

I gesture for them to both follow me and we march off. Hyacinth is picking flowers for Mom as we go and Gregory and I are splashing in puddles. Then I make them follow me to the biggest tree in the yard.

“This tree is perfect! If we climb it we will see everything and find the best place for adventuring!” I yell out.

Gregory seems excited to be climbing the tree, Hyacinth sighs but still follows us to climb the tree. As we all climb the tree there are tons of lightning bugs gathering!

“We have to show the lightning bugs to the whole family!” I exclaim jumping from the tree and crashing to the ground. “I’m okay” I shout raising my hand up. I begin running to the dining room as Gregory and Hyacinth shake their heads.

I bust through the family room very violently catching all my siblings' attention.

Colin runs up to me “Are you okay Y/N?” He says quickly assessing my body for injuries.

I swat Colin’s hands “ I must speak to Mama it is urgent!” 

“No, no, no we can not interrupt Anthony’s dinner,” He said scooping me up.

I have to quickly think of a way to get out of his grasp so I do the most logical thing and bite him. Colin shouts in pain dropping me and Eloise is on the floor laughing. I take this opportunity to run past them and barrel into the dining room. 

The whole room stares at me but I have to focus on what's important. “You all must come outside it is urgent!” I shout. 

Anthony quickly stands up and rushes to me “Why is it urgent is everyone okay?” He asks very anxiously.

“Everything is fine you just got to see this!” I groan grabbing his hand and dragging him outside.

The rest of the Bridgertons follow us outside as well as the Sharmas. 

“See look isn’t it beautiful!” I say gesturing smiling widely.

The guests and Bridgertons all look at the lightning bugs with aw.

“They are quite beautiful Y/N,” Anthony smiles and messes up my hair with his hands.

Eloise nods “I must say they are beautiful but I much preferred when you bite Colin.”

Benedict laughed very hard at that but mom gave me the “you did what” look causing me to laugh. Benedict picked me up and dance me around. The Sharmas were smiling quite widely and reaching their hands out to the lightning bugs. 

Gregory quickly ran inside and came back with a jar to try to capture some while Hyacinth tried to stop him.

“The lightning bugs belong outside Gregory!” She shouts waving her hands.

Anthony steals me from Benedict grabbing me into his arms and tickling me while I try to escape him. Benedict grabs onto Eloise and forces her to dance causing Francesa to get jealous and pull Colin to dance with her.

It was a wonderful night full of dancing and laughter and I really hope Anthony marries one of the Sharmas because they fit right in with our family plus you can never have too many sisters!

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[midnightstar-90]

Fanfic Idea #2

To all my Bridgerton writers,

I have another brilliant idea.

What if Simon had a sister.

Mhmm. Okay.

I need you to stay with me now.

He doesn't find out until after he marries Daphne when he goes through his father's finances. He sees a small yet significant amount of money going toward an unknown individual. Simon really wants to know who this person is so he investigates only to find out it's his sister.

His father, after the death of Simon's mother, grieved differently than most and accidentally knocks up a young maiden from the town. Come to find out that the OG Duke of Hastings did have a soft side and provided for the girl and his mother.

When Simon first learns about this, he is furious. But with the help of Daphne, Simon decides to bring the girl to his estate and allow her to stay there so that they can get to know each other. Reader or OC (whichever) doesn't care for money, and she intends to make sure everyone knows, no matter how many times they say otherwise.

Please, I would really like to see what you guys come up with. Do as you please. I would love to read.

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[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Bridgertons x sister!reader - you’re not a burden.

Summary: the reader is the Bridgertons sister and is a year older then Eloise (so 19) and she gets really sick and starts coughing up blood but she doesn’t want to tell anybody because she doesn’t want to be a bother and a pain but then one day she faints in front of Anthony and Colin and then the whole family has a talk.

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I groaned as my stomach started to churn again. I was sitting in my room and was sick.

I had been coughing a lot and throwing up.

I felt another tickle in my throat and sighed. I started coughing trying to keep it quiet. I laid my face into my pillow and coughed in it.

When I was done I sat up but noticed a red stain on my pillow. I put my fingers to my lips and pulled away. There was blood. I was coughing up blood.

My eyes went wide as I quickly cleaned everything up. But I’m doing so I started coughing up more blood. I got so tired. I feel into my bed and everything went black.

_____

I was now with Anthony and Colin in the lounge room. I have kept my sickness from everyone so far. It has been a week since I coughed up the blood and it hasn’t stopped.

I was sitting in between my two older brothers and had my arms folded over my stomach.

I felt that familiar tickle in my throat and felt my lungs lurch. I didn’t want to cough, not in front of my brothers.

I tried to suppress it. I tried everything but it wouldn’t go away. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I started coughing violently and I leaned forward and spat the blood into my hands. I was crying now and Anthony and Colin were worried sick. Colin pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from my hands and lips and held it under my chin as I coughed up more.

Anthony was rubbing my back. I got tried again. Very tired. I kept coughing but I started to lean back. Like I had no control over my body. I felt my body go numb and it was dark again. I could hear yelling and could feel someone shaking me but I wasn’t awake. I couldn’t interact.

———

I opened my eyes slightly and winced as my stomach was sore along with my throat.

“She’s awake.” I heard someone say. It sounded like Benedict.

I looked around and saw my whole family sitting around me. I tried to sit up on my own but failed miserably. Anthony came to my aid in a flash and helped me get comfortable while sitting up.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were sick y/n?” My mother asked.

I shrugged and could feel tears well in my eyes. I looked at my hands and replied, “I did not want to be a bother.”

“Y/n you will never be a bother. Your health is important and we want to make sure you stay healthy.” Anthony said from my right side. His hand was grasping mine and he gave me a small smile.

“We love you y/n, I was so scared when you started coughing up blood I didn’t know what to do.” Colin stated from my left side. He was sitting on the edge of my bed with his hand resting on my leg.

“We can’t loose you y/n, you are the glue to this family. You support us and make sure we don’t rip each other apart.” Benedict said. He was sitting on my right beside Anthony. He had his hand on my leg as well.

By this time tears were falling from my eyes. Colin was quick to wipe them away with his thumb.

“Y/n you are very important to all of us and we hate when things like this happen to you.” Daphne said. She was also on my right side. She was beside my head and she was running her fingers through my hair.

“Y/n you are so beautiful and kind and caring and I don’t know what I would do if you were not around.” Eloise said. She was sitting on my left beside Colin.

I sucked in a breath and let more tears out of my eyes.

“Y/n you will never burden us if you are sick. I’ve been sick many times and you have always been there to take care of me.” Gregory said from his spot at the foot of my bed.

“I look up to you y/n, you are my role model and I want you to know that you will never ever burden us with anything.” Hyacinth said. She was sitting next to Gregory.

“Y/n what we are all getting at is, you are an amazing young woman and we all love and care for you. We want you to tell us if you are sick so we can help you.” Francesca said.

“Thank you. I love you all.” I said through my tears.

“We love you too y/n” scattered across the room.

Soon Colin climbed into my bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me and brought me into his chest.

Anthony sat on my other side with his head on my shoulder and arms around my torso. Benedict was next, sitting at my legs, rubbing his hand up and down.

Then Gregory climbed on the bed and sat in a small area between me and Colin. He had his arms around my left one.

Then Daphne climbed into bed beside Anthony and she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his back. Hyacinth laid in front of Colin with her head on my lap. Eloise sat next to Benedict and she had her arms wrapped around him. Francesca was the last and she laid at my feet. Her head resting in Gregory’s.

I felt so loved in that moment.

I felt Anthony kiss my cheek and I smiled.

Then we all fell asleep like that.

______

For the next couple days that I was sick everyone would visit me and take care of me.

It usually went, Anthony and Daphne.

Then Benedict and Eloise.

Then after that was Colin and Hyacinth.

Then last was Gregory and Francesca.

They had a schedule for who would watch me at what time.

Usually at night Anthony and Colin would stay in my room with me. They would lay with me or cuddle with me until I fell asleep.

Most of the time when my siblings were in my room, they would sit on my bed with me and get me anything I needed.

With all of their help I was back and healthy in three more days.

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[wysteria-clad]

Being the youngest Bridgerton sister would include:

paring: Bridgerton siblings x sister! reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: This is where the reader is Hyacinth's younger twin sister, the reader is a kid around 11 - 12.

Gif credits x, x, x, x

Listen to this audio while reading this for better experience <3

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● You will never get bored having eight siblings around.

● Your sisters practicing makeup & hairstyles on you and vice versa, there are maids, but still.

● Playing all sorts of games with your siblings from hide & seek, tag, to pall mall.

Anthony still remembers when you and Hyacinth were just toddlers, he and Benedict, Colin would throw you and your twins sister up in the air and catching you both, talking turns in doing so, almost giving Violet a heart attack. But you were an absolutely happy, giggling baby.

● Playing in the garden with Daphne and Francesca. Eloise is not interested in playing outside much, she prefers a book. So you make flower crowns for all your siblings.

● Forcing Pleading Anthony to wear a flower crown with your puppy eyes.

"No"

"Please, brother!"

"No, Y/n/n"

Cue your puppy eyes. How can he say no to that?

Benedict doesn't mind, in fact he loves it beause it makes you smile and happy.

Colin acts he is too cool for that but lets face it, no one is immune to your puppy eyes. Then he demands he looks better than Daphne with it. Leave them to bicker among themselves.

Daphne rocks it looking like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.

Eloise doesn't even notice you placed a flower crown on her head, her face buried in the book.

Francesca is already wearing it cause you and her made the crowns in the first place.

Gregory. He protests at first, but after little persuasion, he wears it.

Hyacinth absolutely loves it.

Your mother smiles to herself, her eyes set on the sight of all her children wearing the flower crowns, light hearted teasing comments and laughter surrounding them.

● Giving Violet flowers whenever you can and melting her heart, "My sweet child" she tears up.

● Ganging up on Gregory with Hyacinth when he pulls the 'I'm the oldest' card with 'well, we are taller than you'

● "Mama, Gregory pulled my ribbon! Again!"

"She started it!"

"Children, quit it!"

● Often get called 'TTT' (The Troublesome Trio alias The Triple Threat), a moniker Gregory, Hyacinth and you earned.

● Annoying your siblings (affectionate) whenever you can, because you are bored and you can.

"Benedict, I am bored!" you drawl out, lying down on the canapé and resting your legs on his lap.

● Following around your big brother Anthony, mimicking his gestures behind his back, he doesn't realise it until the maids giggle. He turns around with playful glare & you run away giggling with him chasing you.

You run past Daphne, Benedict, Colin and almost crashing into slightly exasperated Violet yelling, 'Y/n Bridgerton, do not run inside the house!'

And hiding in Colin's room, and him playing along saying he didn't see you when Anthony asks. There is a reason he is your favourite brother. But shh, don't let your other brothers hear that though.

● First one to genuinely show interest in Benedict's art and encouraging him whenever he shows you his art reluctantly , you can be quite persuasive when you want.

"I don't understand why keep saying it is not enough, brother" you say, picking up yet another scrunched paper with his art.

"It's the hands" he let's out an annoyed sigh, "I can't get them right"

"Oh, you will" you say, resting your head on his shoulder peeking straight at his sketche as he draws. "What are you sketching now?"

"Do you mind?" he leans forward, closing his sketch book, making your head jerk in the process.

"Hey!" you don't give up yet. You move over and sit next to him, making yourself comfortable.

"If i were to show you, will you stop pestering me, Y/n/n?"

"Perhaps, no promises though"

He let's out a sigh. Why do you have to be so stubborn again?

"My word! Brother, this is amazing!" you exclaim with wonder, eyeing his art.

He smiles at your words, he wouldn't say it loud exactly but he very much appreciates your support.

● "Mama, might i be able to learn horse riding now?"

"You are still too young for that, dear"

"I'm taller than Gregory"

"Not old enough" Colin ruffles your hair, you swat his hand with a glare and cross your arms.

● Tearing up when Daphne leaves after marrying Simon.

Every fondest memory with her flashes in your head.

"Daphne, wait!" you yell, right when she is about to get on the carriage, startling everyone, including Simon.

She pauses with 'what's wrong Y/n' look at you?

You don't wait, you practically sprint towards her wrapping your arms around her waist. "I will miss you terribly" you admit honestly.

"Oh, Y/n/n" her face easing into a bittersweet smile. She can't cry in front of you.

"I will miss you too, sweetheart" she hugs you back.

She is the one you go to when you get nightmares after reading a horror novel, despite your mother, Daphne, Anthony advised you against it.

And when you knock on her door in the middle of the night. All her 'I told you so' speech slips her mind when she sees your scared self. Without a question, you hop into her bed cuddling her and relaxing in her comforting presence. You instantly fall asleep listening to her singing, forgetting your bad dreams.

Despite the situation, she smiles at your curling form next to her and sleeping to her singing just like you used to when you were a small child.

"Promise you will write?"

Your voice brings her back to the present.

"Every month" she promises you, kissing your head and letting you go.

Your family watches the scene with a warm smile of their own, your mother dabs her eye with a napkin.

You run back to them and Benedict immediately pulls you to his side, putting his arm around you, pulling you in for a side hug and muttering, "It will be alright, Y/n/n"

You nod at his words, very much welcoming his comforting words and gesture, and smiling at your sister once again, bidding her farewell.

● Being the constant subject of teasing and the victim of their pranks.

They did try to prank you that one time and that did not end well for them.

One fine breezy morning, you took a nap in the morning when your family had planned a picnic near Thames after few hours.

An hour later, you woke up disoriented and mildly annoyed.

"Oh, Y/n, you should have seen it, it was so fun!"

What was fun? You rubbed your eyes.

Anthony bought us so much sweets Hyacinth gushed excitedly.

"You missed all the fun" Eloise joined in.

"I don't believe you"

Then it clicked. Did they really went without you? Surely, it can't be true. They would not leave you.

Francesca entered the room, grinning happily. "Y/n/n, you slept for too long!" she said, followed by Colin.

"The sleeping beauty is finally awake!"

Were you sleeping that long?

"You are all lying" you half hoped, your voice mix of anger and sadness. Your eyes almost tearing up.

Did they really ignore you and went to the picnic without you?

Colin shrugged, "Why would we?"

He was always so convincing and good at lying.

Francesca averted her eyes, if she were to look at your face one more time, she would burst and confess the prank.

"Mama!" you called out your mother, rushing to her, your sleepiness long gone, eyes now full of tears, your voice shaky.

Uh oh.

Your siblings looked at eachother in panic and regret. It was just meant to be a harmless prank.

"Y/n/n!" they ran after you to stop you and confess, each of them feeling bad when they saw your face.

Only for them to meet with Anthony's angry eyes.

"My dear sister, we would never ever leave you, you hear me?" Anthony bent down to your height. "I would never leave you"

His words was about the picnic but you both knew it was more than that.

A promise.

You nodded as he wiped your tears with his thumb.

● Being sad again when Colin leaves for tour.

You are going to miss his teasing and jokes even though you act like you hate it.

"Do not forget to bring me a gift" Gregory told Colin.

"It is not a gift if you have to ask" Hyacinth turned to him before looking at Colin. "I would fancy anything blue or white" she added.

"Oh, I would love anything green or sweets!" you chimed in, making everyone chuckle.

● Going to Benedict's room when you have nightmare after Daphne leaves, cause he is the most calm one and wouldn't lecture about you reading those horror books. He would simply welcome you into his arms.

● And at one night, not even Benedict would calm you, you thought. You needed Anthony.

He is the only father figure you had all your life.

He could still hear your mother's words that day, years ago, yet sharp and painful etched in his mind now.

"I feel sorry for baby Hyacinth and baby Y/n. Because they would never know Edmund's laugh"

His eyebrows furrows, his eyes so distant.

"Or the way he smiled or what is to be hugged in his arms"

He hugs your shaky form tight, her words still ringing in his ears.

He made a vow to himself that he would be the father Gregory, Hyacinth and you needed.

And now you needed his arms, and he pulled the blanket up, making sure you feel warm and safe.

You begin to calm down, finding comfort in the thought you are safe in your big brother's arms and the knowledge he would protect you from anything. He was your hero.

"Good night, Y/n/n" he whispered, a small soft smile eased into his face as he watched you calmed down and sleep cuddled next to him. He pressed a light kiss on your head before drifting off to sleep.

● Sure, your siblings can be quite troublesome at times but they are also absolutely wonderful and love you nevertheless— the baby of the family. And you would never trade them for anything in the world. You love your family with all your heart.

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[shelbgrey]

Heyy!

my ask is

can i get something like the reader is gabriel's girlfriend but She is also sam and dean's little sister?

first time i ask someone🥲

greetings from hungary!🇭🇺

Thanks for the request buddie, hope it's okay this is in Headcanon form and greetings from the US🇺🇸

The Winchester and the Trickster: Gabe Headcanons

Paring: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

Summary: headcanons on what it's like to be the youngest winchester and dating Gabe

MasterList

Your guys story starts before you even knew it did.

Gabe is your guardian angel and knew who you were for a long time. His job as your Garudian Angel is the only thing he took seriously.

If you and choose to be together you might keep it a secret at first.

Not only are you a hunter your the youngest winchester, which means the brothers are extremely over protective of you.

It took a while for you to except gabes love but you don't regret it what so ever.

He may seem like a villan to everyone else but he treats you like a queen.

After a while you and him do get cought by Sam. Gabe decided to stay over at the bunker one night after the boys went on a hunt. You both were in the middle of a heated make out sessions when Sam walked in.

Dean didn't like it one bit. He didn't trust Gabe and he sure as hell didn't want gabe around you.

Sam on the other had was questionable about it but tried to see it your way.

After a while the boys got over it and even started getting along with him.

I think him and Dean would intentionally get on each other's nerves and constantly teas each other.

Sam and him get along okay but Sam gets tired of the sarcasm.

Gabe will help out on hunts as much as possible but he's mainly there to protect you. You'll come out of a hunt without a scratch with him, that's a promise.

He never fails to make you laugh and always has you smiling.

His kisses are rough and passionate. They're usually unexpected and he isn't afraid to kiss you in front of your brothers.

You love his wings. With the gaurdian angel connection your the only one who can see his golden wings.

Be prepared for candy wrappers and angel feathers every where. Mainly in your shared room in the bunker.

He'll watch whatever show you love at the time and will always try to enjoy the music you love.

You'll qoute movies and make movie reference together all the time.

He'll go under cover with you for a hunt all the time. His favorite FBI names to use is Agent Scully and Mulder.

He's the best cuddler. You never slept well with a the anxiety that comes with being a hunter but if he's there with his arms around you, you have enough peace and comfter to sleep well.

You'll help him prank your brothers all the time. No matter the consequence it's worth the laugh.

Castiel is your best friend so be prepared for some jealousy. That's gabes down fall.

He trusts and loves you but he's afraid you'll find someone better and leave him. There's always been a part of him that thinks he's too bad for you.

That's not true. You love every part of him but he had to stop hurting your brothers before you could continue to date him.

Speaking of which. During all his torture and pranks he's pulled you were never harmed. He knew how close you a Dean were so he made sure you didn't see or remember him dying at the mystery spot.

He'd ask you to marry him but since the world always seemes to be ending you'd nevr have a big fancy wedding but your brothers and Castile help make a tine wedding special.

When Jack comes around the both of you take him and become his aunt and uncle or parent figures.

I think after everything calms down in the world you'd end up adopting Jack.

Even though it started off Rocky but everything is okay now. As long as he's around no harm will come.

That's all for now buds

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[paleyouthcrusade]

Shame, Shame, Shame

Bridgertons x Bridgerton!reader

Word Count : 1824 words

Summary : When the reader snaps at her family, she can’t help the guilt that comes over her. 

Warnings : uhh pretty angsty I guess , though I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Part 2

It was a nice evening, the rest of the Bridgertons had thought. An evening nice enough to warrant dinner in the gardens rather than indoors. The whole incident involving Colin and Marina Thomson had just about blown over and Colin was set out to travel the world only the next day. It only made sense that the whole family were together for the day. 

This, however, was not something that you wanted. In fact, you would much rather prefer the opposite. Unlike your twin sister, Eloise, you had made the decision to begin your debut with Daphne. A stupid, stupid decision. 

Unlike your perfect older sister, you were not a diamond of the first water. You were not even a pretty gem. One might compare you more to a nice rock you found on the beach.

You were quiet, but not in the way the men wanted. You failed to laugh at their jokes, not understanding why you should when they were not funny. You didn’t ask about their travels, finding a man talking about things you could never do far from interesting. 

You tried to socialise with them as your mama had told you. But your voice seemed to always fail you whenever they insulted your embroidery work, or asked why you didn’t practice the piano forte. 

So no, you didn’t want to spend the day revelling in the sunshine with your family. All you wanted to do was lay in your self pity and anger whilst you gazed dramatically out of the window.

There had been one Lord who had caught your eye. Lord Isaac Oddington. Everyone had thought that Isaac was your love match, including your family. At some point, you had been brainwashed to think it too.

He was a simple man. Enjoyed the normal things like hunting and horse racing. Though, there were times that he was rude, bringing you to the state of tears with just his sharp tongue. 

Your younger siblings loved him. He often complimented Francesca’s pianoforte, played marbles with hyacinth, and told Gregory all he knew about bugs and rodents (your brother’s current interest). 

Eloise was indifferent. You very much doubted that your sister even knew someone had courted you due to her recent obsession with the Lady Whistledown.

Your older siblings respected him. He was of high class and a respectable family, being the second eldest son to a viscount. He had no past of gambling, and was known across the ton for being charming and kind. 

Not that you ever personally experienced that side to him. 

It had come as a shock to all when Lord Oddington had proposed. But not to you (because that would be ridiculous). Instead he had proposed to a lovely Lady that you never had never learned the name of but you knew from the whispers of your siblings that she was very well liked across London. 

You had done well to hide your heartbreak. Or perhaps there was no heartbreak in the first place. 

You quickly made a joke of yourself to your family, making comments at your expense at any point you could to convince them you were fine. You had even gone up to the engaged couple and wished them a happy marriage without even a sliver of sadness present. 

Your family had no time to dwell on what had happened before Lady Whistledown had exposed Marina’s pregnancy to the ton and everyone’s focus was on Colin. 

You have never been an angry person. The angriest you had ever gotten is when you had heard a boy whisper nasty things about Eloise to his friends so you had gone and pushed him into the lake. But that had been years ago, and since then your anger had been scarce.

Lately it was all you ever felt. 

But you shouldn’t have been angry at them. Your family. 

It was you who told them you were alright. It was you who got angry if they tried to console you, insisting you were fine. It was you who did everything in your power to play off what had happened.

But all of a sudden you spent more and more time in the garden, the library, or even your own room. Hanging around the rest of your family felt more like a chore. 

The cherry on top was hearing how everyone spoke of Daphne’s love match. And every time, without fail, this would be followed by a mention of next year's season with Eloise’s debut and your so-called ‘second trial’.

“Now you have experienced it, next season will come along smoothly and you will be married. I’m sure of it.” Your older sister smiled.

“And you shall be there to guide Eloise, of course,” Your mother added, earning an eye roll from your twin. 

“I’m sure Eloise will manage fine without me coddling her,” you stated, reaching for the salad bowl.

“I believe Eloise will have better luck without you by her side,” Colin quipped cheekily.

You didn’t falter your movement, but you did feel that familiar drop in your stomach.

“Better than you,” you snarked back, perhaps a bit too harshly if the sight of his smile dropping was anything to go by. 

Marina was still very much a sore subject. 

“Perhaps then I should consider y/n my lucky charm,” Eloise intercepted.

“That’s enough,” Your mama stated before the conversation could get out of hand “what happened to your sister was unfortunate, but it did not reflect on her. The issue relies completely on Lord Oddington.” 

“Proposing to a Lady whilst courting another is a sign of a dishonourable man,” Anthony added.

“Not that I blame him,” Benedict brought back the joking atmosphere. “Our dear sister must’ve stepped on his toes a few too many times.”

“Or perhaps he made his decision after meeting you. After all, if I saw that you were to be my brother in law I would also run the other way.” you internally winced as your words came out more sincere than you intended. 

But Benedict only gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his heart. 

“Are we talking about Lord Oddington?” Hyacinth suddenly bumped in, seemingly finding that throwing peas on Gregory was no longer interesting. “Oh I did like him a lot, he was so very kind.”

“You are easily won over sister,” you grumbled, tossing over a salad leaf. It landed in her hair. 

“Why didn’t he propose?” She continued as if you didn’t say anything. 

“Because he learned how bothersome and nosy you are,” you hissed, causing her to frown. 

“Y/n,” Your mother warned and you huffed, only rolling your eyes. 

“I think he did y/n a favour,” Eloise spoke up “there can’t have been a better outcome.”

And though you knew what she said was in your defence, you couldn’t help the spike of anger that rose in you.

“I could think of a number of ways it could have gotten better,” Your voice was calm, though your anger betrayed your body as you stabbed a cucumber with your fork a bit too aggressively. 

“It could have been a lot smoother,” Daphne agreed, her shoulder slightly nudging yours in recognition “But we managed to get through it, did we not?”

“I’ll be sure to keep a closer eye on you next year, to be sure that any suitors do not turn out like Lord Oddington,” Anthony smiled in what you guessed was meant to be reassurance, but it only aided to fuel the fire. 

“Oh please, I beg of you. Do anything but that,” You groaned “Or should I remind you all of Lord Berbrook?” 

The table fell into a tense silence, and your gut twisted at the sudden attention. 

“That was a mistake on my part, I will admit.” Your oldest spoke slowly, staring straight into your eyes to show the truth in his words “But it shan’t happen again.” 

You only scoffed, putting down your fork.

“That is easy for you to say, but I will have no say in the matter if it does.” 

“Y/n you should also remember that I got out of it,” Daphne gently put her hand over yours.

“Yes because you’re Daphne,” You pitched your voice higher in a mocking tone “Diamond of the first water.”

She recoiled 

“Y/n-” Your mama gasped.

“If Lord Berbrook had tried to marry me, all would tell me to be grateful I had a proposal at all,” Your voice rose. You had to hide your hands as they clenched around nothing, no doubt leaving crescent moon indents on your palms. 

“That is not true y/n!” Your mama argued back.

“Do not lie to me mama. I may be young but I am not dim witted.” 

You willed yourself to be quiet. Keep your voice down. Shut up. But it seemed now that once you started, it was almost impossible to stop.

“And next year it shall be the same,” you continued “with all eyes on Eloise, and perhaps one or two glances at me.”

“I’d much rather it be the other way around.” Your twin laughed awkwardly, trying to ease out the conversation. 

“Well, not all of us get what we want Eloise.” 

The silence that surrounded you was almost deafening.

“Then all of a sudden I shall find myself a spinster,” you continued on, your fork brutally ripping about the salad in front of you. 

“Do not say such things y/n!” your sister cried. 

“Tell me, sister, what job should I take up in the future? A governess? Or a maid?” 

You knew what you were saying was unfair. There wasn’t even anything wrong with being a governess, or a maid, or any other job a lady has to get by. But you were so violently and suddenly upset that you wanted to spit out every hurtful word you could. 

“You are a beautiful and talented lady, Y/n, I guarantee you will find someone,” your mother insisted. 

“Lord Oddington clearly didn’t think so.”

“So this is about Isaac Oddington then?” Benedict spoke up. Your poor brother just wanting to know what has you so heated.

“I do not care!” The loudness of your voice surprised you, and everyone around you. The sight of your youngest siblings flinching forcing you to lower it. “about Lord Oddington.” 

You paused, trying to get a second of peace in the silence. It only served to enhance your guilt and shame.

“I do not care,” You repeated. “I disliked the man, hated him in fact, from our first conversation.” 

“I had thought that you loved him,” Your mother spoke barely above a whisper. 

“No.” You spat, shaking your head to help force the tears from your eyes “It was you. It was all of you who loved him.”

None of your siblings knew what to say. 

“And if he proposed I would not have been able to say no. Because of you.”

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[frost-queen]

All about the heart (Reader & Bridgerton Siblings)

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Summary: Reader has a heart defect where you have a hard time breathing whilst running with your siblings.

Chatter filled the park as the Bridgerton’s arrived. Anthony in the front, looking over his shoulder to reply to Colin’s remark. Francesca running past him with Gregory. Eloise and Benedict walking side by side in silence. Francesca with mama as Daphne had her arm around you. Some gents and ladies turned their heads at the sudden disturbance of peace. – “Gregory! Hyacinth! Stay close!” – Violet called out seeing they were running off.

Hyacinth giggled loud, turning around to run up to Anthony. Anthony paused, blocked her way and picked her up to her dislike. She called it out when she got lifted up. Her complaints ending in laughter as Anthony set her back down. Gregory ran up to the tent, claiming the first chair as his by letting himself fall into it. Benedict jogged over to him.

Whistling loud with a nudge against his leg to get off. – “This is my seat.” – Gregory said stubborn. Benedict set his hands on the arms of the chair, leaning in. – “Go help mama.” – he replied with a cheeky smile. Gregory stared annoyed at him as Benedict kept nudging him to get up.

Gregory got up going over to Violet as Benedict sat himself down smiling. Francesca rounded him with crossed arms. – “You are the worst.” – she commented with half a smile. Benedict shrugged his shoulders, glad he had a good chair. Daphne saw another one of the folding chairs leading you to it. She sat you down happily.

She then went over to Colin to assist him into spreading out a blanket. Benedict grabbed the arms of his chair, hopping his chair closer to yours so that he could face you. – “Comfortable sister?” – he asked. You nodded. Benedict held his hand low with a luring smirk. You slapped your hand down on his with a laugh.

Benedict grabbed for you, tickling you. You squirmed against his grip, already feeling it come up. Feeling how hard your heart was pumping to get the blood flowing around your body. Your breathing becoming deeper, getting worn out. Anthony noticed it, running over. He slapped Benedict against his back to stop.

Benedict moved his hands up, looking questionable at Anthony’s glare. It gave you the time to seat yourself better and catch your breath. Immediately you were worn out. Anthony knelt before you, laying a hand on your knee.  – “Are you alright Y/n?” – he asked. You hummed loud, still trying to steady your breathing. It always took a while to do so. – “I’m not fragile.” – you said to your big brother with a smile.

Anthony took your hand, looking fondly up to you. – “No, but you mustn’t forget your limits.” – he reminded you. Benedict felt a bit guilty. He just wanted to have fun, like he did with Hyacinth or Gregory. You saw the sudden silence and guilt on his face. You moved Anthony aside to get to Benedict. Wrapping your arms around him. – “Thank you for not treating me any different.” – you whispered to him. Benedict hugged you back.

It wasn’t easy being different from your different. A heart defect they called it. A default in the heart that made it easier for you to get worn out. Your heart needing to put in that little extra effort to get the blood flow around your body. Gregory came over, tugging at Anthony. – “Come play!” – he said, pulling Anthony away. You waved him away, letting him know, you would be alright. – “I’ll just settle with my notebook.” – you told him.

Benedict re-arranged the chairs so that you were sitting beside each other. He took out his sketchbook and pencil. You opened your notebook scribbling down words. Poets. Little stories you loved to write out. Colin joined Anthony, Gregoy and Hyacinth by the tent for a game. Violet was sharing tea with Daphne and Francesca. Eloise laid down near them, trying to catch some more sleep.

Hyacinth and Anthony stood before each other. Gregory and Colin to the side. Hyacinth signalled to Anthony that she was ready to throw. She threw the hoop at him. Both Gregory and Colin trying to grab it. They missed as the hoop hooked around Anthony’s arm. He pulled his eyebrow cheeky up, making Hyacinth laugh. Anthony threw the hoop back as Colin shot his hand forwards, hitting the hoop with his fingers as it landed against Gregory’s head.

“Au, what was that for.” – Gregory called out, rubbing his head. – “Sorry.” – Colin apologized. Gregory picked the hoop up from the ground, giving it back to Anthony for another try. Benedict moved his head to the side, trying to peak at your notebook. – “Writing a poem about me?” – he asked teasingly.

You busted out in a laughter. – “You have to admit I am very interesting to write poems about.” – he brought his hands behind his back, stretching his legs out. His comment made you roll your eyes in a sarcastic way.

 “If Y/n wrote about you it would make people scream.” – Eloise commented with one eye half open. Benedict looked behind him to her on the blanket. – “Scream with terror.” – Eloise filled in with a loud laugh. Benedict moved his hand behind him to playfully slap at her but he couldn’t reach her. Gregory came running over to you. – “Y/n do you want to play with us?” – he asked.

“I would love to.” – you answered putting your notebook away. – “Be mindful Y/n.” – Violet called out as you went after Gregory. – “Yes mama.” – you responded getting pulled away by Gregory. You joined the others. – “Let’s play tag.” – Hyacinth suggested. Anthony looked over to you. – “Suggest something else Hyacinth.” – he spoke. 

You immediately knew he referred to you. – “I can handle it. Let’s play tag.” – you expressed not wanting to give your family limitations. – “Y/n are you sure?” – Colin spoke as you didn’t want to hear any more pity. – “Yes! Now let’s play.” – you said a bit annoyed. – “I’ll be it.” – Anthony moved his hand up, his other pressed to his chest.

Hyacinth and Gregory started to run away. Colin waited for you. You started easy, jogging off as you immediately felt it. Your breathing becoming shallow and loud. Anthony started to run as you staid still for a moment to catch your breath. You saw your brother run over to Gregory as he made his way over to you. With Gregory nearing, you had to run as well. You kept going feeling the pounding of your heart in your head.

Your legs feeling like it carried sandbags. The immediate feeling of tiredness in your legs as you knew you couldn’t hold it out any longer. You needed a moment to stop. Anthony noticed it slowing down. He looked around, going after Colin as he deliberately left you alone. – “Hey you could’ve tagged her!” – Colin called out taking a run for it.

“I choose whom I tag!” – Anthony breathed out. Anthony was able to tag Hyacinth as she was bummed out by it. You were near Colin, standing a bit still as Colin was shielding you a bit. Hyacinth came running over. Colin darted to the side as she focused her tag on you instead.

Squealing loud, you leapt aside, starting to run to avoid her. Hyacinth kept running after you. You weren’t a quitter so you kept running. Feeling your body tire out from the exercise. Breathing loud that it was more like panting. Your head turning a shade of red as you felt warm. Heart pounding in your head. – “Tag you’re it!” – Hyacinth called out touching your back.

The moment she tagged you, you stopped. Legs feeling sloppy as you let yourself fall to the ground. – “Y/n!” – your brothers called out. Benedict’s eyes widened, jumping out of his chair to run over. You laid yourself on your back, panting loud to catch your breath. Anthony and Colin rushing over to kneel at each side of you. – “Are you alright sister?” – Anthony asked worried. – “I’m fine.” – you answered out of breath.

“I just… need to catch… my breath…” – you replied, feeling your heart pound loudly in your chest. You noticed your siblings looked frightfully at you. – “I’m alright. I just need a moment to recover.” – you reminded them. Colin helped you sit up straight as you were still breathing loudly through your mouth. – “How about a game of cards?” – you suggested with a laugh. Benedict shook his head playfully. Anthony and Colin helped you up to your feet. Leading you back to the tent for some calmer games.

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[spxllcxstxr]

Black Sheep • Bridgerton!Sibling

(Gif not mine)

Request: Maybe an angsty bridgerton sibling one where she's forgotten about a lot and they realise they don't even know her favourite colour or whatever, maybe they realise when playing a game and so she gets upset —anon

Summary: Your siblings finally take an interest in you

Warnings: fem!reader, kinda angsty??? Sibling stuff lmao

Word Count: 1.1k

A.N: uhhhh I’m hoping this is good lmao, fingers crossed, still shaky in writing Bridgerton I guess

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The parlor was empty, besides you at the piano forte, and quite, besides the ticking of the grandfather clock on the other side of the room and the scratching of your pen on the parchment in front of you. Faintly, you hum out the tune of your new piano forte piece, something you’ve been composing for quite some time. It was a solemn piece, longing for a deep understanding and love from someone who cared. A reflection of yourself.

One would think that your love of the arts would bring you closer to your brother Benedict or maybe Eloise since she enjoyed hiding away from the insufferable balls and social gatherings you were forced to go to as “proper ladies.” But you weren’t. Benedict, Colin, and Eloise drifted towards each other like Anthony and Daphne. And while you loved your younger siblings, the bond the three of them had was something you couldn’t impose on. Though you were the twin of the diamond of the season herself, you two were polar opposites. 

All eyes were on her this season, though to be quite honest, all eyes were on Daphne since the day she was born.

“Sister dear, why on earth have you been at the piano for so long?” Benedict asks, strutting through the threshold, sketchbook in hand, before lounging in the couch on the other side of the room.

You glance up from your work, Benedict already engrossed in his drawing. His tongue resides in the corner of his pursed lips, brows furrowed in concentration as his hand run furiously across his paper.

Deciding he doesn’t actually care, you go back to scribbling notes and pressing certain keys. If it was bothering Benedict, he didn’t say anything.

Lost in both thought and the flow of the music, you don’t notice the rest of your siblings filtering into the room, no matter how loud Gregory and Hyacinth were.

“Do you not have anything better to do, (Y/n)?”

You pull your focus from your work and instead settle on your brothers, playing chess to pass the time. With one glance you can tell Anthony is winning, though Colin was never that hard to beat in the first place. He was too passive.

“Perhaps suitors to entertain…” Colin starts, eyebrows quirked in curiosity, though he knows no one has approached you in months despite your status.

“…or friends to write to…” Eloise snickers from behind her book. Benedict tries to hide his own laughter with a cough.

“And yet you are still sitting at that blasted piano forte,” Anthony scoffs, moving a pawn on the board in front of him.

“A proper lady must know how to play an instrument,” Daphne points out, sitting with perfect posture in her seat.

“That may be true, sister mine,” Anthony continues, “but (Y/n) has been there for far too long. A proper lady must do something else with her time,”

The ivory keys are smooth to the touch offering you comfort as your family turns their eyes to you. There has never been so many deep brown irises focused on you at once. Even your younger siblings pause their fighting to stare at you. Your corset suddenly feels more restricted than usual, the pins in your hair tugging harshly at your scalp, heels digging into your skin. The attention is unnerving.

“I am composing a piece,” You swallow nervously. “If you must know my every move,”

Benedict perks up at your admission, his artwork abandoned.

“You compose?” He asks, eyes lighting up. Artist recognizing another artist.

Your siblings gape in shock, making the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up.

“I—I have for years, Benedict, did you not know?”

Time passes, you squirm in your seat. The hardwood digs into your thighs and they ache.

“Of course you did not,” At the accusation, you stand up, gathering your materials, done with being in the parlor. “None of you know the first thing about me, never notice me unless it is necessary for your reputation or if mother tells you to,”

“(Y/n), that is not true—“ Daphne sweetens her tone as she stands from her seat. Her heels click against the floorboards, approaching you with her hand out.

“Oh be quiet, Daphne,” You scoff. “It makes perfect sense why you all do not care, I am not the diamond of the season nor am I the apple of someone’s eye,” This confession has your chest tightening and your face heating up, though you feel as if you can’t stop it.

The chess game is abandoned and your twin steps back.

“Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, go play outside,” Daphne tells the younger three, wide eyes never leaving your own.

“But—“

“Do as your sister says,” Anthony interrupts your younger brother.

The children hurry out of the room, though you know that they certainly didn’t go outside. They’re Bridgertons, meaning they’re snooping around trying to overhear the conversation.

“It does not matter that you are not the diamond,” Colin states, standing between the eldest Bridgerton brothers.

“Oh yes, all the attention was on Daphne way before that fateful day, was it not?” Your bottom lip trembles, everything tumbling out right then and there in front of everyone. The paper in your hand crinkles.

Anthony’s face is screwed up in confusion, as is Daphne’s.

“Is that truly how you feel, (Y/n)?” Daphne sounds broken-hearted, her lips pull down into a delicate frown.

“I am not just in your shadow, Daphne, I am in everyone’s,” Clutching your papers, you continue to vent to your siblings. “I do not need attention from everyone all the time, but I wish to not be forgotten by everyone, especially my own siblings.”

“I did not realize, (Y/n),” Eloise speaks up, daring to shuffle closer to you, eyes shining with tears in the afternoon sun coming in through the windows. “I genuinely apologize for not seeing this sooner; for not seeing you sooner,”

“It is okay—“

“It is not okay, (Y/n),” Anthony cuts in, stepping up behind his sister, a scowl twisted upon his face. It is not for you, however, it’s for himself. “We are your family and yet we have not acted like it as of late,”

You sniff, tears threatening to pour over. This was all you ever wanted. An apology, a promise to do better. A real spot in the family.

Colin runs a hand through his short hair and Daphne places a soft hand on top of yours. They agree that they will be better starting today.

“So this composition,” Benedict lightly starts, nodding to the wrinkled paper between your fingers. “What is it like?”

“We’ll it isn’t finished,” You smile at the interest, taking in the bright faces of your siblings. Comfort floods through your body, no longer do their stares fill you with uneasiness. “Though I believe it will have quite the happy resolution,”

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[strangesthirdeye]

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

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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Yandere Michael Afton Headcanons

hehe yandere brain rot at the moment

- He is a very obsessive yandere however not that possessive

- Considering his background he could never bring himself to try and isolate you from family- friends? he’s perhaps a bit more vocal about however if he doesn’t like one of your friends, maybe he just doesn’t mesh well with them or they try say something about him, he will make sure they never see you again. You’ll most likely be non the wiser to why they started ghosting you

- He’s sweet to you, always doing small things for you and big things, really anything he can do he will do it with no hesitation

- He always wants some sort of attention from you, he may not say it but his body language is very obvious, he’s either leaning on you, randomly hugging you, pouting, may even just pick you up and hide you somewhere with him

- You could be a close friend or a lover

- He would never go to hurt you or anything, he would never hurt anyone else in front of you. You being scared of him is probably one of his biggest fears so he’s extremely careful and sneaky

- He wishes he could just have you all to himself all of the time

- After all, you are his. after everything you are his compensation :)

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