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Last Updated: 2023-11-07

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Mycroft Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ Earth Angel by lacelynpage • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[You] spent the last year and a half planning [your] wedding and know every detail except one. Mycroft picked and then wouldn't tell you what song you would be dancing to for your first dance."

✑ Force Majeure by the-girl-next-door-writes • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Mycroft Holmes is so caught up in analyzing his own feelings that he doesn't see they could be reciprocated. Lucky for him, his little brother is an interfering shit."

✑ He Should Know What to Expect by galactic-academia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Lady Smallwood wants to 'have a drink' with Mycroft; he's confused, but Reader knows exactly what to do..."

✑ Hold My Hand by grace-writes-sh*t • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Mycroft Holmes was not known as a very compassionate man. To some, his emotionless personality is… strength, himself included in this. To others, it is viewed as insensitivity and rudeness. [However,] to one such woman in his life, it is nothing [more than] a shield to protect the ones he loves."

✑ It's Beautiful by sherlockxreader • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Rain usually means less people milling around London streets. [Still,] you love the rain. Seems someone else appreciates it as well."

✑ Little Smiles by marvelmymarvel • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When life got crazy as a spy and your life was endangered, the US sent you to England to be protected and to 'start over' as they would like to say. You were placed under the care of Mycroft Holmes and soon became the mystery woman to the people of England."

✑ Motivated by sherlockxreader • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Mycroft hasn't been enjoying exercising, so the reader decides to help motivate him creatively by working out with him."

✑ Pointless Jealousy by megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms • 〔A〕 •

Summary: You can't help but feel heartbroken after learning about Mycroft's *ahem* arrangement with Lady Smallwood. Mycroft makes the situation by dismissing your jealousy as a pointless emotion.

✑ Your Hand in Mind by the-girl-next-door-writes • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "Witnessing the death of Mary Watson causes Mycroft to focus on what he feels is truly important to him."

✑ A Matter of Take Out by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 •

✑ Can't Lose You by specialagentlokitty • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Cuddles with Mummy by fandom-puff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Deeply and Unswerving

✑ Feelings by imagine-by-susu • 〔A〕 •

✑ First Date by multific • 〔F〕 •

✑ First Sight by collecting-stories • 〔F〕 •

✑ His Weakness by imagine-by-susu • 〔A〕 •

✑ I Need to Go by imagine-by-susu • 〔A〕 •

✑ Jealousy by coppercatwrites • 〔A〕 •

✑ Just a Tad Sweeter by sherlockxreader • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Late at Night by multific • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Masquerade by megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms • 〔F〕 •

✑ Midnight Mission by fandom-writers • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ My Boys by make-me-imagine • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Never Fell Out of Love by raggedy-dxctor • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Oh Darling by lacelynpage • 〔F〕 •

✑ Pleasant Distraction by fandom-puff • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Precious Cargo by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Prim and Proper by fandom-writers • 〔F〕 •

✑ Pub by make-me-imagine • 〔F〕 •

✑ Sherlock No! by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ So Brilliant by lacelynpage • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Surveillance

✑ Time the Ice Man Melts, the by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Visiting by fandom-puff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Work Function by multific • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Wrong Person by anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Mycroft would incude... by lacelynpage • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Mycroft would include... by raggedy-dxctor • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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multific · 14 days

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Destiny

Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Summary: What happens when you fall in love with the IceMan himself? It can never end well, right?

Destiny.

A simple word yet it held so much power.

What does it mean to be destined for something or even, someone?

When you first heard about this word, your grandmother told you how she and your grandfather met.

A true love story.

A story so beautiful it was always in the back of your head as you grew older and older.

You hoped you would have a similar experience in your love life. Finding, the person and falling in love, it all sounded amazing.

You knew you wouldn't be able to force such a thing, you were aware of that. And yet, you were impatient.

So impatient that in fact, you fall into many traps.

In many ways, you thrived in your life.

Expect your love life.

Your desire for a love like no other made you fall in love with men who were undeserving.

Until you met Mycroft Holmes.

To say that he was the entire British Government would be an understatement.

You applied for a simple job, to be his assistant.

You spent so much time with him, that you thought you were going insane.

You blamed Stockholm syndrome for your feelings.

The moment you realized your feelings were real was during a very difficult week.

Almost every criminal in London had an agenda to mess with him. This caused you to do so much overtime, that you didn't even leave the office.

It was during the fourth day when Mycroft showed up with a bouquet.

"I thought you would be home," he said, clearly he wasn't prepared to have you right there, at your desk. "Usually you arrive at 6:46 because you stop by at the nearby bakery for breakfast and coffee."

So, he did pay attention to you. After he spent all that time to make sure you are aware that he simply doesn't care for people like you.

"I stayed to finish the file on this. I-"

"Did you eat?"

"No, Sir." he made a face at that and took his phone out of his pocket.

"Delivery will be here in 10 minutes. Eat, drink your coffee and then come speak with me. I'll be in my office."

He ordered exactly just what you wanted with the most perfect coffee you ever had.

He paid attention to you.

And you realized your feelings for him were real.

You knew hiding it from him would be impossible. Mycroft was incredibly smart. He would notice.

But little did you know, he felt the same.

He thought you would notice his feelings and confront him about it.

He wasn't ready for a rejection.

Yet, your rejection never came.

Not when he asked you out to dinner. Not when he brought you another bouquet.

Not when he kissed you.

Instead, he let you guide him.

Love wasn't new to him. He loved his siblings, and his parents but this kind of love is very different.

He didn't have experience with this kind of love, and it scared him a little.

But he also didn't reject it.

He embraced it.

And soon, a beautiful diamond ring found its rightful place on your finger.

It might have not been the way you wanted your one and true love.

But it was your destiny.

And you were okay with it.

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Outmatched //Part 8 (Reader!Holmes x Anthony Bridgerton)

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Summary: A new truth reveals itself as family bonds together with a plot to perhaps allow Lord Bridgerton to open his feelings up to you. Will he do so or will you remain unloved and unmarried?

Read part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 9 & part 10

“Father… when… when did you return?” – Mycroft asked nervously, stepping forwards. Sherlock took you by the wrist, subtly pulling you behind him. – “This very morning.” – Your father answered delighted. Mycroft aided father when he coughed loud trying to reach for his handkerchief. – “Father please, you should not be here.” – Mycroft insisted, holding him firm by the arm. Father waving his handkerchief around like a flag. – “It is only briefly…” – he coughed out, straightening his posture. – “Father.” – Mycroft turned his father towards him, making clear with his eyes he requested a private gathering.

“I’d like to have a word about.” – Mycroft motioned with his head to the unknown suitor in the parlor. He was observing the fineries in the parlor, hands folded behind his back. Mister Holmes’s smile faltered. – “Ah yes him.” – he spoke in a low tone. Mycroft quirked his eyebrow up, waiting for an explanation. Your father took a deep breath, coughing a bit. – “It was not intended I swear.” – he tried to explain, looking over at you. – “The truth papa!” – Mycroft insisted. Sherlock stepped forwards.

“As I like to know as well, father.” – Sherlock interrupted. – “That includes me too!” – you came standing between your brothers, arms crossed. All three scowling in your father’s direction. He swallowed nervously. He gestured for a member of the staff to enter. – “Will you be so kind as to escort the gentleman to his carriage.” – the maid nodded with a bow. Asking for the lord to follow her out of the parlor, outside. – “Father!” – Sherlock spoke loudly with furrowed brows.

Mister Holmes got in motion with a deep breath. Your brothers and you following him out of the parlor into the hallway into the study. You shut the door behind you. Mycroft and Sherlock positioned close to the desk. Your father revealed a letter from his inside pocket, laying it down on the desk. Both Sherlock and Mycroft reached for it, but Mycroft was the one to snatch it up first. – “I received it yesterday.” – mister Holmes started while Mycroft unfolded the letter. – “Your aunt was very specific in the matter.” – he added making you widen your eyes.

The mention of your aunt send a shiver down your spine. Mycroft desperately moved his grip on the letter while his eyes read down quickly. Words whispering out of his mouth. – “With none of my sons married…” – he sighed out coming to sit down behind the desk. – “The prospects of my health unclear.” – he continued pressing a hand against his forehead. You swallowed already having a feeling of where this was getting.

“The chance of losing your dowry.” – he leaned forwards, palms pressed against his eyes. Mycroft gritted his teeth, moving the letter away from his eyes. – “That deceitful woman!” – he hissed out. – “Mycroft!” – Sherlock called out. – “She is still your aunt.” – he made clear that Mycroft should not curse her despite her character. Mycroft puffed loud, tossing the letter onto the desk.

“She’ll have our dear sister engaged to Lord Hill.” – Mycroft made clear. – “Engaged. To be married?” – you repeated in disbelief. – “Yes of course Y/n. What other kind of engaged is there.” – your brother replied slightly annoyed. You turned your gaze towards your father. He lifted his head up, feeling your stare pierce right through him. – “Oh for heaven’s sake Y/n, don’t look at me like that.” – he breathed out with pain in his heart. – “It is what your aunt requires of you. She requires my daughter to be wed to this man for else she’ll take you away for proper preparations of finding a suitor.” – your father explained.

“I barely know him.” – you called back, getting in defense. – “Oh hush!” – he breathed out, silencing you. – “None of us can afford your aunts meddling. The prospect of this family relies on you Y/n. With Sherlock and Mycroft not wed, nor do I see them wed any time soon. It is up to you to do so. You are getting older my dear Y/n.” – you gasped silently knowing how he was close to comparing you to an old spinster. A woman unsuitable of finding a husband. – “He’ll offer you a comfortable home and protection.” – Mister Holmes continued. – “There is a lot to be thankful for.” – he made clear despite not liking his sisters proposal much.

“Father!” – you called out as he cut you off. – “You are five and twenty of age Y/n!” – he jumped up, slamming his fist on the table. In doing so he started coughing loud. Sherlock coming to his aid to assist in sitting down calmly. – “You’ll have no money and I’m…I’m frightened…” – he said after a deep breath. – “So please… don’t judge me daughter… don’t…” – his body started to shake from the intense feeling coming up. Sherlock wrapping a comforting arm around him.

“Papa please… you cannot allow this.” – you begged. Mister Holmes taking a deep breath. – “What if she were to marry someone else?” – Sherlock interfered. – “Sherlock!” – you called out, stepping towards him. Sherlock ignored your call, kneeling before his father. – “What if Y/n were to marry someone else. Someone she truly has a heart for would it please our aunt? Would it settle her with the comfort of knowing our dear Y/n is not lost. That she’ll have the prospects of a good home, money, and protection.” – he pleaded trying to offer you a way out.

A way out of a settlement set long ago by your father and your aunt. When the loss of your mother came, they set up an arrangement that your aunt would be in charge of your engagement when you would not be married within the first few years since your debut. Your father exhaled loud and deep. Mycroft setting his hands on the desk, looking over it. – “Would it father?” – he asked hopefully. You smiled with teary eyes at how well your brothers thought about you.

How they would take your opinion into matter. Something not so long ago seemed unattainable. Mister Holmes looked at both his sons. Then his gaze moved towards you far behind Mycroft. Standing quietly with your hands folded in front of you. Head lowered to the ground. – “I’ll… I’ll give it a chance.” – he told them. – “If this gentleman is willing to engage himself to her.”

Sherlock motioned with his head to the door. Mycroft and you nodding. – “I’ll request some tea to be delivered to you father.” – Sherlock spoke squeezing father’s shoulder tightly. Mister Holmes exhaled weary, clear it was weighing down on him. Mycroft and you were already making your way to the hallway. Sherlock joining after. He addressed a maid to deliver tea to his father before joining the two of you. – “What will we do?” – Mycroft asked. – “Not here.” – Sherlock responded, grabbing his brother and you by the elbow.

Pushing the both of you into the library. He shut the door firmly, even closing the curtains. – “I am under no circumstance to marry Lord Hill.” – you outed, crossing your arms. – “You won’t.” – Sherlock breathed out. – “What the did letter say.” – Sherlock asked his brother as the three of you joined together in a circle. For the first time in a long time agreeing on a matter. – “Simply that Aunt Mathilda has set in writing that our sister is to wed Lord Hill. The suitor of her choice because she is becoming of age of the agreement she made with father.

If she does not agree or is still unmarried by the end of the season, she’ll come for Y/n. Taking her away and comfort herself over her as a proper parent should in her words.” – Mycroft explained. – “She’ll take me away to mother me and force me into more matchmaking.” – you repeated to be clear. The panic slowly worrying you. Sherlock noticed it, taking you by the arm. – “She won’t take you away from us Y/n. You are a Holmes, and you are to remain here with us.”

Sherlock pulled you against him, wrapping an arm around you. – “What will we do?” – you asked frightened of your own future. – “It is quite easy.” – Sherlock responded. – “Anthony Bridgerton will have to marry you.” – he outed as you pushed yourself off him. – “It is undeniable how much you care for him dear sister.” – Sherlock continued as you had turned yourself away from them. – “All we want is for you to marry for love, I will not have you have a relationship like our aunt and uncle.” – Mycroft interfered. – “I am nothing like my aunt!” – you said snappy.

Sherlock and Mycroft moving their hands down. – “We know…” – you slowly turned back towards them. – “What if he does not propose?” – you questioned out loud. Sherlock took a deep breath, laying a hand on your shoulder. – “Then we’ll make him.” – your brother made clear. – “Can we even ask such a thing of him? I never want to force him… no matter the value of my future.” – Both your brothers approached, wrapping an arm around you.

“You are too kind for this world.” – Sherlock whispered. – “Witty and stubborn too.” – Mycroft added, receiving a slap against the back of his head from Sherlock. You laughed loud, hugging them tightly. – “I promise I’ll do my task as matchmaker perfect Y/n. No more slip backs.” – Mycroft spoke pinching your arm.

Birds were chirping loudly. The sun leaving a warm glow upon this very earth. Tents set up around a large garden estate. Suitors walking closely to their hoping beloved. The Bridgerton’s were present as well. You arrived arms in arm with both your brothers. At the sight of Anthony, you looked down at your own dress. – “You look lovely Y/n.” – Sherlock commented. Looking up to him, you smiled. – “Shall we?” – Mycroft proposed. Suddenly the doubts started kicking in. – “What if he does not want me in return? What if I make a fool of myself… perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad if Auntie would take me away.

It would certainly rid me of everlasting shame.” – you tried to stay humorous about it, but deep down you feared it might become truth. – “Hush!” – Mycroft breathed out. With each step closer to the Viscount, your heart thumped louder. It would take one more step for it to fall out of your chest. Swallowing nervously it felt as if you couldn’t think properly. Then you spotted Lord Hill. You signaled to your brothers with a head motion. Sherlock and Mycroft both nodded.

They let go of your arms, walking steady over to Lord Hill. You watched as they grabbed him each by an arm, pulling him away before he could even reach you. Alone and frightened you made your way over to the tent where Lord Bridgerton was. Palms sweaty as you moved them behind your back. – “Miss Y/n.” – Anthony bowed as you curtsied. – “How… how… are you feeling?” – he asked nervously.

Curling up a nervous smile you replied. – “Much better, my lord.” – Anthony smiled hesitantly, letting his gaze settle down. Hands behind his back. Blinking quickly before settling them upon you once more. Was he perhaps feeling nervous as well? You looked briefly away, unsure how to act around him so suddenly. Before it was quite easy. Whatever came out of his mouth, you responded to it. Not afraid to insult the man if he needed a proper lesson in keeping his ego in check. Now that things have changed, you were more hesitant to speak.

Not wanting to scare him off. A wave of relaxation washed over you when his mother approached. The same seemed to be the fact for Anthony. – “Miss Y/n what a delight to see you.” – Violet spoke. – “Anthony has spoken many times of you.” – she confessed as you watched Anthony’s expression tensed. – “Mother.” – he hissed out, trying to keep up his smile. – “Is that so?” – you teased with a chuckle. – “I do pray only good.” – flashing a smile at the Viscount. – “Oh most certainly he did.” – Violet responded as Anthony looked nervously away.

“He told me all about how good of a shooter you are Miss Y/n. Although I did not expected a lady such as yourself to exile in the matter, but my son had high praises of you.” – she continued to compliment you and her son. You smiled. – “Lord Bridgerton is an excellent shooter himself and player of cards too.” – you responded. – “He bested me once.” – Anthony cleared his throat, meddling himself into the conversation. – “Twice.” – he smirked, holding the amount up with his fingers.

You held up the number of three with your fingers. – “Shot three birds.” – you clicked your tongue with one eye closed. Anthony started chuckling. – “Do remind me Miss Y/n how many points was shooting a peacock?” – he asked. You started laughing. – “I do not know, perhaps we should ask lord Enfield.” – Anthony and you were smiling at each other. Violet observing with a smile of her own. She was not needed anymore. She left quietly as Anthony and you moved closer, loosening up.

Anthony took in a deep breath, almost haven forgotten how delighted it felt to laugh in your presence. He noticed his younger siblings running over. – “Please excuse me.” – he said meeting them half-way. Your smile faltered reminded once more of your future that seemed not so bright. You tried picking up hints of lord Bridgerton’s mutual affection. Trying to see if he would be in character to propose any time soon. Yet it didn’t seem like it. You took your leave from the tent, coming to sit down at a bench.

Watching Lord Bridgerton play around with his younger siblings. It made you breath out short with a smile on your lips. Seeing how tentative he was around his siblings. Exhaling deep, you fidgeted with your fingers on your lap. Till the end of the season you had. If you declined Lord Hill. The very suitor your aunt set you up with. Perhaps you had taken all the chances at love that you deserve. All declined to be left with nothing more.

You got back up, slowly approaching the crowd once more. Remaining in the background, not participating in any games or conversations. Your eyes became teary when you saw your brother Sherlock approach. – “Any luck?” – he asked. You shook your head with a forced smile to stop yourself from crying. – “Then I simply will have to do more.” – Sherlock spoke out to reassure you. – “Brother please… you cannot force him… he does not love me… not romantically. Not good enough to propose.” – you told him blinking your tears away.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around you. – “I know you are frightened sister, yet I promise you I won’t let you go down the path set out for you.” – you hugged him tightly, closing your eyes. Mycroft joined moments later to escort you inside. The sun had begun to set as it announced the ball. Everyone entering with loud chatter. It didn’t take long for dance cards to be filled in and dances to begin. Violet furrowed her brows, gathering with her other sons by the candles.

“Benedict why is Anthony not dancing with Miss Y/n?” – she asked confused. Benedict pulled his shoulders up. – “I do not know mama, was he supposed to dance with her?” – both of them watching Anthony dance with another young lady. Clearly getting annoyed and agitated by how unsuitable his dance partner was. She was rather clumsy in her dancing and too short for his height. The dance had the visual of being clumsy and sloppy rather then graceful.

Violet looked around for any sign of you. The dance came to an end as she clapped mindlessly, occupied in looking around. She found you in the crowd, moving to the dancefloor with a gentleman. You had accepted Lord Hill’s request of dance as he led you up to the floor. Anthony who was just finished stepped away from his dance partner, coming face to face with you. His eyes widening at the gentleman holding your hand. He stepped back but kept following your movement with his eyes.

He joined his siblings sight still staring in disbelief. You curtsied as Lord Hill bowed. There was no smile on your lips when you danced. Hands held against each other as you circled around with him. They lowered as you stepped in a circle around. Your eyes falling briefly on Lord Bridgerton. He gasped silently at how pitiful you appeared. As if all the sunshine had been sucked out of you. Lord Hill placed your hand on his shoulder, moving a hand to your lower back. Waltzing he let the music take over. Performing the steps numbly as if someone else was operating for you. Lord Bridgerton keep his gaze constant on you.

Violet noticed it how yearningly her son was staring at you. How infuriating it was for him to see. A loud rumble outside startled you. It snapped you out of the pitiful dream you were having. – “Miss Y/n is everything alright?” – Lord Hill asked having come to a stop. You were breathing loud, looking over your shoulder to Lord Bridgerton. To his mother and his siblings. Turning your head you looked at your own family. Then back to Lord Hill. This was not what you wanted. Far from.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Fireball - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Title: Fireball

Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Eggsy, Harry, Ginger (Mentioned), and random guards and other random characters for the plot (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon!

WC: 2,674

Warnings: Reader is from Statesman, mention of alcohol, bombs mentioned, love at first sight (sort of), teasing, taunting, nervousness, embarrassment, anxiety, guns mentioned, murder mentioned, flirting, confessions, bets, slight angst, and fluff

Stepping off the small helicopter, you held down your hair as you ducked under the blades; holding your briefcase tightly in one hand. A little ways away, stood two men in suits, hands clasped behind their back. You mentally rolled your eyes. Kingsman always seemed so... Extra. Them in their perfectly tailored suits and framed glasses. Brushing down your hair, you stood in front of the two men, letting out a sigh.

"Welcome to Kingsman, Fireball." The older man greeted you.

The younger man turned to his partner, an eyebrow raising. "Fireball? What? They ran out of names?"

"Yes." You spoke up, "In some senses they did. You two must be Harry and Eggsy." The looks on their faces were priceless. Eyes wide, Eggsy's jaw dropped.

"How do you know our names?" Eggsy asked and you shrugged with a grin.

"I'm a hacker. That's what you wanted when you contacted the Statesman, correct?"

Harry was quick to recover, clearing his throat before he said anything else.

"Yes. we need you to locate someone." His voice hardened, his expression darkening slightly as they led you into the Kingsman mansion.

"Mmm, my favorite activity. Anyone fun?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows teasingly at them. As you followed them inside, Eggsy nudged Harry with a slight smirk. Harry gave him a stern look.

"They have codes to a bomb," Harry replied and Eggsy grinned.

"And we need them so we can disarm it." He finished, and your eyes lit up in recollection.

"Oooh! Mr. David Frizzle. We've been monitoring him for some time."

"His location has been locked down pretty well though. Even our wizard couldn't track him." Your lips curled upward slightly as Eggsy spoke.

"Mmm, and you think I can't? Watch and learn, boys. Take me to your hacking room."

Harry and Eggsy looked at one another briefly before leading you through the fantastic mansion. Walking down long hallways with large paintings, you took your time looking around, until you stopped in front of two doors. Harry opened the door for you and you looked around. The room was clean, white floors and dark wood walls. Along the back wall were rows and rows of electronic cases of blinking lights and other do-dads. It was a bit smaller than your office, but you could make it work. Looking over to the desk in the room, it faced a bunch of screens. And, in a chair, was a man. He turned as the three of you entered, standing. You couldn't help but stare at him. You have seen a lot of people in this line of work. But not like him. Bald, clean-shaven, dark eyes that glinted with intelligence behind his glasses as he stared right back at you.

"Fireball," He addressed you formally, pulling you back to reality, "Merlin." He offered his hand out to you. With a smirk, you shook it.

"I know. A pleasure to meet you."

"You know?" Merlin asked, and you nodded, taking in the man before you.

"Of course, I'm a hacker." You shrugged, before realizing you and Merlin were still shaking each other's hands.

He cleared his throat, dropping your hand as you brought your hand back to your side. “So tell us about David Frizzle.”

Your face fell. "We've been tracking him for years and his computer systems are always top-notch."

"What have you learned?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, this... Frizzle is only the middle man it seems. Ginger and I think his boss is the real target here."

"Can you find out where he is?" Merlin asked, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Most likely." You agreed, before moving past Merlin and to his desk. Sitting down in his chair, you pulled up your briefcase, setting it down before you. Harry, Eggsy, and Merlin watched as you clicked open your case, revealing the various pieces of equipment within. "Alright, let's get this party started." You said, before rapidly typing on your small keyboard.

You smiled as you began to scan the screen. There were files everywhere, but you weren't having trouble reading it all. As you navigated through the servers, you found several pieces of information regarding the specific individual. You quickly pulled up a map and began working your way through the different locations. As you worked, you felt a presence beside you. Glancing quickly, you spotted Merlin leaning next to you, his dark eyes staring at your screen. Biting your lip, you tried to calm your racing heart and flushing cheeks. You glanced back at the screen, trying to ignore the close proximity of the both of you. "Done!" You exclaimed, your screen displaying a map of England, a red blinking dot placed over Glasgow. "The best guess is that he'll probably stay put somewhere near here." You pointed to the screen.

"Wow," Eggsy laughed out from the other side of you, almost startling you. "That was quick."

"Three minutes quick," Harry spoke up, glancing up from his watch.

Merlin swallowed thickly, looking down at your screen, at you, and back. Merlin would admit it, he was impressed. You were incredibly fast, more so than any other hacker he knew. Not only did you have the skills necessary to access multiple systems, but also you could handle them. He had thought you were just a normal hacker. Not a master hacker, who was practically immortal and could take on entire governments by herself. But you proved otherwise when you're hacked into the MI6 database, bypassing the firewall, and hacking into national security databases. "Good job, Fireball. I'm sure he won't expect us to track him directly."

"No, he won't." You confirmed, before beginning to type away again, "I think I'll be able to find out exactly where he's residing as well. Just give me... Five minutes." You typed away furiously, ignoring the fact that Merlin was watching you intensely and that Eggsy and Harry were now chatting. You didn't care if he was watching. It wasn't hard to see your mind whirring, analyzing every detail as you narrowed your map closer and closer to where Mr. Frizzle was located. In about 15 seconds, you had figured out where he was being kept. "Got it."

"Where is he?" Harry asked immediately.

"A penthouse apartment in the city."

"Do you know his address?" Merlin questioned.

"Yes."

"Let's go. Now." Eggsy ordered as he and Harry ran out of the room.

Letting out a sigh, your eyes widened in realization as you scooted the chair back, standing up. "Sorry for stealing your chair like that." You apologized to Merlin, who only shook his head.

"No, it's fine. You can have mine." He spoke, accent thickening slightly as he walked past you as you sat down again, pushing a chair to sit beside you.

"So," You began, watching the screens before you to see Harry and Eggsy already driving. "This is what you do? Hack and lead the team?"

"Something like that," Merlin said simply, staring up at the screens.

"Well..." You paused, thinking, looking at him. "Do you also go out into the field?" You asked, tilting your head towards him and he hummed lightly, turning to face you.

"I used to." He answered, his voice soft.

You smiled, nodding. "Me too." You let out a sigh, before looking back at the screens, "But that darn Tequila took my place when he joined."

"Yeah?" Merlin asked, turning to face you.

"Yup." You replied, popping the 'p', "They're a pain in the butt."

For the next four hours, you and Merlin conversed with each other, even sharing lunch together while you watched Harry and Eggsy enter the apartment. And in that amount of time, you had grown to like the Scottish hacker quite a bit. He was nice, polite, kind, and intelligent. He was quite handsome too. Sharp jawline, dark piercing gaze... You found yourself becoming very fond of his company. He was extremely attractive. And, for whatever reason, made you feel safe like there was nothing to fear when you were around him. It frightened you slightly... How quickly you had fallen for the man before you.

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It had been three months since you joined Kingsman temporarily and you were loving it. Working with Merlin was something entirely new and exhilarating. The two of you had begun working together fairly regularly, helping one another with missions, and even talking at length on occasion. Merlin was a smart man, and you found yourself getting to know him rather quickly. Well, minus his real day-to-day life outside of Kingsman. And he had grown quite fond of you as well, unknowingly to you. He told you stories of times when he went on missions, and you told him yours. You loved when he spoke, and you often found yourself smiling at everything he said. You loved the way his eyes lit up and the way his mouth curved upwards in amusement. You found yourself falling more and more in love with him every day.

Merlin thought you were incredibly intelligent, talented, and funny; And as the days went on, it grew harder and harder to hide his smile from you. He loved your cheeky grin and the way you laughed; it sounded like music to his ears. He loved your eyes, which were always bright and a bit mischievous. It was like you were a magnet, drawing him into your orbit, and he couldn't stop himself from being affected by you. It didn't help matters that you were absolutely gorgeous; not only your appearance but your personality and everything about you seemed to make his heart beat faster.

"Merlin, sugar, you're staring." You spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts, making him blink. He quickly turned back to the screens.

"Am I?"

"Yes." You laughed, sitting back in your seat. "I know. I look cute today. Very distracting." You teased, making Merlin chuckle lightly.

He wasn't affirming or denying. Instead, he continued typing. "Have you located the address yet?"

"Yep! Here we go…" You muttered, your fingers flying across the keyboard as you scanned through various documents and data to find the address you were looking for. By tapping 'enter' you sent the address to Eggsy. You then looked up, noticing how closely Merlin was watching you. He quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks tinting pink as he focused on the monitors in front of him. You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile as you looked down at your lap. You were hoping your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. And you hoped you weren't reading too much into the way he was looking at you. The look in his eyes, it was like admiration at most, but there was something else underneath. Something deeper. Something... Hidden.

Merlin sat frozen in his seat, forcing himself to stare at the screens before him, and forcing himself to remain focused on the task at hand. It was hard though, especially because his focus would drift to you every once in and while, watching you from the corner of his eye. He watched as you fiddled with your hands in your lap, chewing on your bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought. And Merlin found butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the sight, causing him to avert his gaze. He cleared his throat softly, trying to suppress his thoughts. This isn't the time to think about this right now, Merlin. Focus!

"Merlin?" Your voice pulled him out of his trance as he glanced towards you. "Where?" You repeated, and Merlin looked away from you, biting down on his lip.

"Um, yeah. Right here." He stated, pointing to the screen. "Here," He pointed to a large white building surrounded by an impressive array of guards. "You have to find a way in, Eggsy. There are guards at each entrance." Merlin spoke through the mic.

You pursed your lips as you looked at him, "Uh, Merlin, uh... He’s already in." You spoke and Merlin froze before you spoke again, "He doesn’t know which way to go, you have that information." You told him and Merlin nodded his head, before swiftly getting back into business.

He swallowed before speaking, "Alright, take a right down this hall." He spoke through the mic before turning to you. "Fireball... Uh, I was wondering-"

"Which way now?" Eggsy spoke through the speakers, interrupting Merlin. "Any guards I should know about inside?"

Merlin turned back to the microphone, "Take the next left and up the stairs, no guards on the second floor." He said before turning back to you, as you looked up at him curiously. "I was wondering if you'd like to-"

"Merlin! Where to now?" Eggsy asked as he ran up the stairs, gun in hand.

Growing frustrated, Merlin turned back to the mic, "Third floor, keep going, guards are stationed at the office door." He spoke impatiently before turning back to you, "I was wondering-"

"Merlin!"

Merlin swirled in his seat, pressing his hand down on the mic, "Yes, Eggsy?" He asked, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Hurry up and ask her out already, mate." Eggsy taunted as Merlin's eyes widened slightly and he froze. You looked at Merlin with those same wide eyes, confused and more so surprised as Eggsy continued to talk, "Ask her out and focus on the mission." You could tell Merlin was embarrassed by Eggsy's words, as he shifted in his chair, avoiding your eyes; his cheeks and tips of his ears tinted pink.

After a moment he sighed softly before turning back to you, "Right, sorry..." He mumbled quietly. You watched as he adjusted the knot of his tie from beneath his sweater, eyes glancing everywhere but at you. "Do you... Want to have dinner with me?" Merlin asked nervously.

"Like a date?" You asked, trying to sound calm and collected. But your heart was pounding and you knew the blush growing rapidly on your face gave it away. Merlin just nodded, looking away from your eyes.

"If you wanted." He answered simply, his voice soft as a gentle smile appeared on his features.

You let out an infectious laugh, "'Bout time you asked me." You teased, "I'd love too, Merlin." You breathed out.

"Finally!" Eggsy spoke from the speakers, gaining both yours and Merlin's attention, "Harry owes me thirty quid."

"You bet on us?" You asked and Eggsy laughed again, stepping over the bodies of the men who had been guarding the office door.

"Yeah, either Merlin was going to ask you out, or you were, once you were done waiting." He said, "Harry voted on you."

You hummed, shifting awkwardly in your seat as you glanced down, feeling embarrassed. Merlin just sighed, "Eggsy. Enter the office." He commanded softly.

"I'm just saying, I better be invited to the wedding." Eggsy continued to tease.

"Go into the office, agent," Merlin stated, his tone growing irritated. "Merlin out."

A few moments passed and you felt your heart flutter at the silence that fell between you and Merlin.

"So... Dinner?" You finally spoke, clearing your throat as you tried not to stare at Merlin.

"Dinner, yes, of course. I know this nice diner." He asked, and you finally turned to look at him. “If you’re interested?”

"I love diner food.” You gushed before you shifted in your seat, biting your lip briefly, “And, since we're going to go to dinner together, you might as well know my real name." You spoke, before scooting your chair closer to his. Leaning forward, you cupped the side of your mouth with a hand as you whispered your name into Merlin's ear.

Pulling away, Merlin smiled, a real genuine smile. "That's a beautiful name." He complimented, and your stomach fluttered.

"Thanks." You murmured shyly, both yours and Merlin’s hands finding each other’s.

"Y/- I mean... Fireball." Merlin uttered quietly, gazing deep into your eyes, and your breath hitched as he leaned forward, whispering in your ear, "Hamish Mycroft." He pulled back as you stared up at him.

"Beautiful name." You hummed with a smile.

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The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: Set a little before John and Mary's wedding, Mary's friend Bethany Wheeler is a student studying Chemistry and Mycroft notices her. Not just notices, but takes an avid and intense interest in her. Mycroft Holmes is not a man to dive head first into any kind of relationship, but to imagine for a moment that he might deserve to be loved, well, that is a far off dream, rivalling that of a fantasy. Can Bethany change his mind? Or will the Final Problem be too much to bear?

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 years

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I Wanna Go To The Zoo! (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Mycroft X Fem!Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: None

Request: hey honey can i get mycroft × fem reader i want to force the british government to the zoo! 🧚‍♀️💖

“I want to go to the Zoo.” Your statement made it’s announcement over breakfast. You hadn’t been sat down longer than 5 seconds when you had said it, you hadn’t even took a sip of your coffee. Mycroft, who was sat opposite you, peeked up from his newspaper, mid sip, pausing to examine your expression. You weren’t looking at him, instead looking off like you were daydreaming, deep in thought. For a moment, Mycroft thought it was a thought in your head that escaped past your lips, not addressing him, until you spoke up again. “I haven’t been in a few years. I used to go all the time, either with family or friends. It’s a nice day today, perfect for a trip.”

Mycroft parted his lips from his cup, placing it down in it’s saucer. “No one’s stopping you darling. If you want to go to the zoo, go.” He reminded you, looking back at his paper, reading a section about his little brother’s recent case, a feeling of pride in his chest, even though he’d never say it outline, especially to Sherlock. There was silence, and Mycroft looked back at you. Now you were looking at him, almost expressionless, but he saw the little details in your face. Head slightly tilted down, makin your eyes the main focus, making them seem bigger, staring into his, your bottom lip ever so slightly pushing up. You, a fully grown woman, was pouting at him. “Y/N, I have things I need to do today.” He reminded you, making you groan and slump in your seat. “Darling.”

“I can’t go to the zoo by myself.” You pointed out.

“Why not ask some of your friends to come with you?” He suggested.

“It's Wednesday, they have work, Mycroft.”

“Family?”

“Work, school, live over 2 hours away…” You listed off reasons.For a second, Mycroft just stared at you, before he looked back at his newspaper. “Mycroft… pleeeaaassseee.” You begged, stretching yourself onto the table, plopping your head on the table. Mycroft watched you do so amused, even when you felt around blindly and tried to stick your finger in his cup and he had to slap your hand away.

“You’re not going to stop bothering me until I take you to the zoo, are you?” Mycroft asked, and you responded by looking up at him with a shit eating grin. Mycroft sighed. “Alright, let’s finish breakfast and then we’ll set off.”

Myrcoft expected to spend most of the day just following behind you as you tugged him along, maybe taking any photos you want, and having to pull you out of the giftshop, and it did actually start like that. He wasn’t thrilled about the line to actually get in, and he mumbled asking why there even was a line. You paid no mind however, you had managed to snag a leaflet with a map inside, and had it full open, looking at all the sections, planning a route of where to do so you see everything, where to stop for breaks and things you really wanted to see. “What do you want to see, Mycroft?” You asked, showing him the map. Mycroft looked at the map for a moment over your shoulder.

“The Meerkats.”

“Mycroft, they’re the first thing you see when you walk in.” You huffed, turning to him with a lack of impress, before looking back at the map. “You remind me of a Lion…”

“A Lion?” Mycroft wasn’t expecting the comment, but it was a compliment and he grinned at it, his cheeks feeling a little warm.

“Yeah. You do your job but can barely bother to do anything else and let the women do the work.” You told him, not looking up from the map, and Mycroft’s shoulders deflated. Not a compliment.

“How’d you mean? I do other stuff.”

“When’s the last time you arranged a date?” You asked him, glancing at him. Myrcoft paused… damn, you had a point. “I mean, can this even be classed as a date, I had to drag you here, and we’re not even in yet.” You pointed out to him. Alright, Mycroft wasn’t expecting to realise he’d been a sub-par partner recently, but here it was, slapping him in the face, and all of a sudden, he felt a wave of determination. He gently adjusted your hand so he could see the leaflet better.

“Looks like some Zebra births happened earlier this month, want to see if we can see them?” He asked. You grinned, and nodded excitedly. No one could get upset about seeing baby animals.

Mycroft took the job of carrying the leaflet, keeping a track on where you were going, what was nearby, along the way making sure both of you took breaks. On these breaks you’d get a drink and a snack, sit and talk, take a few photos, and just enjoy each other’s company. It was so simple, and so easy, and so enjoyable, and it wasn’t long until Mycroft was enjoying this day out, if not only because he got to be with you. He went with you to see the baby animals, got a good few photos of them for you, and took even more of you, some when you were too busy looking at the animals, he even gave in and let you get 2 or 5 things from the gift shop as well as something for himself, and carried them back to the car for you as the sun was starting to set.

“So… did you have a good time?” You asked him, opening the boot of the car for him to put everything in. He dumped everything in his arms, before looking up at you. He thought for a moment, resting his hands on his hips.

“Yes, actually. It was a nice change. I wouldn’t have thought of coming here for a date, but it was nice… maybe we could try an aquarium another time.” He suggested, and he watched a pleased grin come over your face.

“I’d enjoy this. We could make this a thing, not every week, but every other week or something.” You suggested in return. Mycroft smiled contently. He’d have to plan his work around it of course, but it wasn’t something he was going to turn down.

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That's not how I'd do it

A Sherlock x Reader Masterlist

I have began to write a chaptered fic of YN as Mrs Hudson's niece and she lives with Sherlock and John. Chaos ensues, naturally. Extra info NOT BASED ON THE TIMELINE OF THE SERIES

The Detective platylist

Chapter One |

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Forteen

Chapter Fifteen

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himegureisu · 1 month

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Time

Summary: Your love language is quality time. However, your husband is the King of Mirkwood.

A/N: I was supposed to write a Mycroft Holmes/Female Reader. However, this idea popped up and went brr in my head and then my fingers. I needed to finish it before it went so here it goes my first for this pairing I hope you enjoy! (And good night for me because it’s 4AM also not proofread)

Pairing: Thranduil x Female Elf Reader

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“What was it, meleth nín?” Thranduil asked, “I apologize our time is to be cut short again,”

It was the nth time someone interrupted your strolls to whisk him away for a matter of utmost significance and to be honest, you were tired of it.

Trying so desperately to take time between the day to see him. To get a moment of his time.

He was a King.

A title that holds responsibilities he could not neglect. You know that. However, you didn’t expect to be pushed aside.

“It’s nothing,” you fake a smile, “You should go they need you,”

But I need you too.

You didn’t try after that.

Your handmaiden noticed your melancholy days after the incident. It was like he didn’t notice you were gone.

Yes, you did eat together most of the time. However, you didn’t pop by his office during your free time. You didn’t leave snacks anymore for him to munch on when he forgets to eat. You didn’t propose to walk so you could both stretch your legs. You didn’t wait for him to go to bed.

Contrary to your belief, your husband did notice your absence.

His days were often tedious and tiring. Your short visits were always something he looked forward to. The bright spot to his days so when palace staff gossip came through his ears…

“The Queen seems pale. Is she ill?” a soft feminine voice asked in concern,

“Oh, why would she be ill?” a different voice, an ellon this time, “Maybe she’s expecting a child!”

“She could be ill because of the child.” the elleth remarks, as another joins in the conversation,

“The Queen is not expecting I would know.”your handmaiden divulged as much, No, she seems dejected.”

“The King has been busy…”

Her words echoed in his mind because it was true. His thoughts wandered to those moments your times were constantly interrupted and the day you last visited.

Oh.

“Where is the Queen?” he asks your handmaiden, who exited the study, a book on hand for you.

“At the gardens, My Lord,” she simply answered.

“That’s for her?” he gestured to the book, she nods meekly, “I’ll take it to her. Go tend to your other duties,”

Your handmaiden scurries off in fear and intimidation to go prepare your clothes for the evening. On the other hand, your husband quickly makes his way to the gardens where he couldn’t see you.

“By Valar,” he mumbles frustratedly, walking through the foliage, “Where are you?”

Your soft sniffles give you away.

Between two trees, there was a hammock tied on to their sturdy barks. On the hammock, beneath a thick blanket, you hug his pillow as your tears fell down your cheeks.

From outside your cocoon, the grass crackle as slow footsteps approach your hideout.

Your book finally.

“Did you find that book I asked for?”

“I did,”

A different voice answered. One you haven’t heard from in what seemed like days. His voice.

“Meleth nín,” he breathed out, “Please do not hide from me,”

“I’m hardly presentable,” you sniffed, wiping your tears away, as the hammock tilts a bit on one side, “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting of sorts?”

“No,” he frowns, sitting on the edge of the fabric, the book left on by his side, “I don’t care if you’re presentable or not. I’m not the kingdom,”

Slowly, you emerge from your shell to be greeted by his silver eyes, dull in color much like your own has been these past couple of weeks.

“Oh, meleth,”

There were dark shadows beneath your eyes. Your cheeks were stained with dry tears and nose flush from mucus buildup. His heart twisted beneath his chest at the sight of you.

What has he done?

“Oh, meleth nín,” he said, taking you in his arms for a warm embrace you missed, “I’m sorry. I am a fool,”

He hated being the cause of your tears.

“You were,” your voice cracked, as you tuck yourself beneath his chin savoring his presence, “I missed you so much,”

“I missed you too,” he kisses your forehead, and pulls you closer, “I’m sorry that I didn’t reach out, didn’t make the time, made you cry, made you feel like this…”

Your tears fall once again down your cheeks to his robes. He noticed. He noticed your absence after all.

“You are my starlight, my reason to go on,” he softly declared, “I promise I’ll try to do better,”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what I needed” you quietly admit, “I thought I’d be bother you already do so much,”

“You are never a bother,” he adamantly says, glancing down to see you also looking at him, “You are always welcome to whisk me away from the duties of court. I’d rather you than them.”

“Their needs are much more important than mine,” you say.

“But your needs are the most important to me,” his words caused your heart to flutter in the most endearing ways. “You are the most important to me. You do not need to vie for my time or attention. You will always have it. Though, I may not notice it at times you should not hesitate to tell me.”

“If so, can we just stay like this?” you breathed out tiredly against his chest, your ear to his heart beating soundly beneath, “I just… need you,”

“We can,” he gently kisses your forehead, as your eyelids droop down, “It would be a pleasure,”

“Thranduil,” you softly whisper, as he places his forgotten pillow beneath your heads, “Gi melin,”

“Gi melin, meleth nín,” his fingers tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear as you settled on his chest, “Sleep. I will be here when you wake,”

It wasn’t long until you did.

Your breaths soft and even as Thranduil gently places the book on the ground so neither of you gets stabbed by its’ edges. He pulls you the closest he could, you unconsciously grasp tight.

Just the way you both liked it.

He lays there quietly observing the heavens, where scattered white clouds and birds of the realm adorned the blue skies, wondering how he was so lucky to have fallen for a second time to you.

He didn’t know what time it was and frankly, he didn’t care when his eyes slowly surrendered to the thrall of slumber joining you in blissful rest for the afternoon.

He would do better. He was going to do better. For you.

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Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (3)

Summary: Your marriage starts rocky.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, shy reader, fluff, getting to know each other, implied innocent reader, protective/possessive Sherlock, mentions of getting robbed

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

Mrs. Sherlock Holmes (2)

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You wake warm and cozy, Sherlock’s arms locked tight around your middle. He nuzzles his face in your hair, whispering your name. “Sir, I mean Sherlock.”

“Good morning, Precious,” he husks in your ear. “How did you sleep? Does your face still hurt? I can call for the doctor again.”

“I feel better,” you say. It’s a little too much this morning. Sherlock being so close. His change of behavior. Sherlock seems to be everywhere you are to shower you with affection. “It barely hurts anymore.”

“Good, that’s good,” he softly kisses your hair. “I’ll be away this morning for a few hours. But I promise to come back soon. Mycroft and Enola will arrive tonight. We need to discuss her future.”

“Do you want me to prepare something special for them? Maybe I can help in the kitchen.”

“Y/N, you are the lady of the house. You don’t need to take care of the food. I already prepared everything,” he kisses your temple. “And I’ll take care of the problem with Mrs. Demeter too. She will never treat you the way she did.”

You snuggle in your pillow to get a little more sleep as Sherlock slips out of bed. He watches you fall asleep before turning to get ready for the day.

“Sleep well, my precious angel. I’ll see you soon.”

“Mrs. Demeter, we are expecting guests tonight. We need more flowers, don’t you think?” She sneers at your words. You only wanted the dining room to look more welcoming, and all she did was ignore your every word.

“I don’t think so,” she finally says. “Mr. Holmes asked me to prepare everything for tonight. I think his brother and sister expect more than flowers from dinner with Mr. Holmes.”

She rushes out of the room, barking orders at the staff while you stand in the dining room, close to tears. Nothing has changed.

Sherlock is gone once again and Mrs. Demeter acts like she’s his wife, not you.

You wipe your wet eyes and flee out of the dining room. If your husband is more interested in listening to what this woman has to say, he can spend the evening with her and his guests.

“Precious open the door,” Sherlock hammers against the door to your bedroom. “What has gotten into you? Mycroft and Enola will be here any minute!”

“Why don’t you ask Mrs. Demeter to join you for dinner? Obviously, she’s the woman you trust the most. I’m having a terrible headache!”

He sighs and knocks again. “Please open the door. Whatever happened while I was away wasn’t my fault. I told her to respect you.”

“She will never respect me, Mr. Holmes. I think we should consider this marriage as what it is. Loveless and hopeless. You are married to your cases. And while you are away your precious Mrs. Demeter makes my life even harder. I will never leave this room again.”

“Brother, what is this about?” Mycroft hurriedly walks toward your room. “Where is your lovely wife? Why doesn’t she join us? Is she sick, or still scared because of the incident?”

“She’s angry at me,” Sherlock sighs and runs his fingers through his locks. “Mrs. Demeter…she…”

“You should talk to that woman while I try to make your wife feel safe and welcome in this family again,” Mycroft snaps at his brother.

“She’s my wife, not yours,” your husband glares at his brother. “I know how to make her feel safe.”

“No. You don’t,” his brother exclaims. “If you did, she wouldn’t have locked herself away from you, and the world.”

Sherlock grits his teeth when Mrs. Demeter dares to walk his way. “Mr. Holmes, Sir.” She coos his name and tries to make him believe you are suffering from female hysteria.

“Mrs. Demeter,” Sherlock raises his voice, making even his brother flinch. “I must mishear! Did you accuse my wife of being hysterical? This diagnosis is nonsense. Every person with a sharp mind knows it.”

“Sherlock,” Mycroft tries to calm his brother, but Sherlock moves closer to Mrs. Demeter. He towers over her, panting heavily. “You are dismissed. I want you to pack your things and leave my home.”

“Mr. Holmes, you can do this! Not over this hysteric girl and her lies,” she cries and begs but Sherlock won’t have it.

“Mrs. Demeter, you should leave now. My brother is close to losing his composure. Believe me, you don’t want to feel his wrath.”

Mycroft leads Mrs. Demeter down the stairs to give your husband time to talk to you.

“Please open the door. I believe she’ll treat you with respect. I wanted to give her one last chance. I owed her that much.” He presses his ear to the door. “Precious, open the door.”

“Only when she’s gone,” you unlock the door and step away. “If you lied, I’ll stay here.”

Sherlock opens the door, almost ripping it open to get to you. He wraps you in his arms and peppers kisses all over your forehead. “I’ll never disappoint you again, wife. From now on, I’m your loyal servant…”

Part 4

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fairy-writes · 3 months

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Would it be too much to ask for a William James Moriarty x Holmes sister reader? Like she's a travelling archaeologist/anthropologist who's a genius in the field and has found many artifacts and lost cities and can be a bit of an eccentric looney like her older brother Sherly but she's also incredibly kind to those in need and often donates her treasures to the less fortunate and even helps Sherly from time to time which is how he meets her and is impressed by her smarts and sarcastic wits. Also, a bit of a parkour junky likes to wear mens clothes tailored for her measurements and often wears her hair in loose buns or ponytails and loves riding horseback much to Mycroft's displeasure🤭

A BUSINESS PROPOSAL

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Mildly sexist behavior from Mycroft? It is the 1800s after all.

Notes: So this was super fun to write!

Fun fact! I took an archaeology class for my associate’s degree in criminal justice and highly recommend taking one to anyone in college!

I actually took several anthropology classes (intro to anthro, bio anthro, and archaeology). I even considered switching my major to anthropology at some point! (I switched it to English lol)

PART TWO HERE

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Otis whinnies, and you reach forward from your place in the saddle to pat his neck.

“Easy, Otie, almost there.” You whisper to him and gently nudge him to turn down the familiar road of Baker Street. You could spot your brother’s flat from where you were at, an unfamiliar carriage parked in front. You frown briefly and then shrug. Sherlock could have whoever he liked over.

But… he did promise to take you out on the town in celebration of your latest discovery. Did he forget?

No… He wasn’t the type to forget something like that. You had been exchanging letters for weeks about your coming home.

A tall man was at the front of the carriage, tending to the horses. He had spiked black hair and a glove on one hand. He looks at you with skeptical eyes as you draw near and dismount your horse. The Cleveland Bay snorts, ruffling your hair as you smooth your hand up his snout and between his eyes. Then, you promptly tied his reins to the post outside 221B Baker Street and went up to the front door.

The door knocker was more worn than you last remembered, with the shiny brass turning a glimmering gold color from all the hands touching it. You rap the door once, twice, then a third time, and wait, stuffing your hands in your trouser pockets.

A young man opens the door, sandy blond hair combed neatly and brown eyes alight with curiosity. A grin breaks your face, and you step forward into his arms as he realizes just who is at the door.

“My dear John!” You shriek, and he chuckles, lifting you off your feet and spinning once in a circle before setting you down.

“I thought you weren’t due back for another two weeks!” He replies excitedly, and you laugh gleefully.

“We finished early! Anyhow, how’s Mary? Sherlock said you two were expecting!” You say and slap his shoulder good-naturedly. He ducks his head, a pink flush on his cheeks as he nods.

“She’s home at the mo. But yes, we’re expecting. The midwife thinks it’ll be a girl based on how she’s carrying.” He said, and before you could say any more, there was a noise at the top of the stairs.

You turn, and your grin widens even more until your cheeks hurt.

“Sherly!” You crow, and he bounds down the stairs to sweep you up in a bear hug. His boisterous laugh made your heart sing, and you buried your nose in his hair. He smelled like cigarette smoke and whiskey. He must have been on a case. He squeezes you tight and sets you down.

“I thought you were coming back in two weeks!” He exclaims, and you roll your eyes,

“So John said, I told you we finished early!” You tease, and it is then that you notice that there is someone else in the flat.

He was tall, probably around your brother’s height. He had blond hair and deep scarlet eyes that studied you with interest. He was dressed in a brown suit with a crimson tie. A lord. That much is obvious.

Sherlock notices that you notice his friend and gestures to the man at the top of the stairs.

“This is Liam! A mathematics professor at Durham University and a friend of mine who helps me on my cases.” He says proudly as “Liam” descends the stairs and approaches you.

You stick out a hand and introduce yourself. His hand is smooth like you expected, as opposed to your calloused one. You had bandages littering your fingertips from blisters from shovels and tools.

“William James Moriarty. I’ve heard stories about you.” His British lilt is proper and endearing. You feel your heart flutter and your ears burn. But you smile warmly nonetheless and give his hand a firm shake.

“As much as I’d like to say the same, Sherly has yet to tell me about you in his letters.” You direct the last sentence to your older brother in the same teasing tone as before.

Sherlock rolls his eyes and punches your shoulder lightly while William watches on in amusement.

“I got distracted!” Sherlock complains, and you break out into giggles.

“I would love to hear some stories if you’re up to it.” William cut in gently before you, and Sherlock could start bickering. You brighten. A chance to tell stories of your work and not have someone get bored? It sounded like heaven!

That was how you got to where you were at the current moment.

You were seated next to Sherlock at the Moriarty dining table, regaling them with a story of the most current dig you had been on.

“—and Egypt was absolutely smashing! It was so beautiful!” You say, waving your hands excitedly as you describe the tomb that had been uncovered. It had taken weeks to uncover everything, almost months. But oh so worth it.

“Might I ask what you did with all the artifacts you found?” William inquires, and you hum as you sip at your wine.

“Donated it all back to the locals. It’s the least I can do. Plenty of archaeologists steal their finds and bring them back to England to show in museums. I try and do the opposite.” You say and were pleased to see William nod in approval.

At least someone shared your sentiment.

You got a letter to your very old and very dusty flat a week after your return to England, summoning you to your eldest brother’s estate. You had been dusting and cleaning your furniture when the postman knocked on your door. You frown, brushing your pants on the seat of your trousers, and answer the door.

The letter was short.

Dearest sister,

I have received news of your return to Egypt. I would like to have your company at the family estate for dinner to discuss business and your adventures.

With best regards,

Mycroft Holmes

A summons to the Holmes family estate that your oldest brother had inherited after your parents retired to the country. You look at the ceiling and groan, eliciting a funny look from the postman.

This was going to be fun.

As soon as Otis realizes where you are, he tosses his head and tries to turn around. You tug the reins so he faces the right direction and nudge him into a walk down the road.

“Otie, I don’t want to do this either. But I’d rather not have Mikey send special forces after us or something.” You say to Otis, and when you reach the stables, Mycroft’s hired stable hand takes your beloved horse’s reins. “Take good care of him!” You nearly reprimand the stable hand who agrees and welcomes you back with ease.

The maids welcome you in excitedly when you rap on the massive double doors, and you are ushered upstairs into the dining room.

Mycroft was seated at the head of the table, where your father would be if he were here, and he stood to greet you. He offers a handshake, but you simply smile warmly and hug him tightly. He may have grated on your nerves, but he was still your brother. Mycroft stiffens and pats your shoulders awkwardly when you step back.

“As awkward as always, I see Mikey.” You said and took a seat at the table next to him like you did when you were kids. He clears his throat and calls for the kitchen staff to bring in the food.

It wasn’t much, considering there were only two of you. But it was as extravagant as Mycroft always demanded it to be.

“Would you like to change into dinner attire before we eat, sister dearest?” Mycroft says suddenly, just as you are about to dig into the delicious roast prepared by the staff of the household. You put your fork down and scowl.

“Don’t start with this, Mikey. You know I hate dresses.” You snap, and he raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push the issue.

At least… he doesn’t until you are done with your meal and in his study, talking about your travels to Egypt.

You down the rest of your whiskey and set the glass whiskey tumbler on the table between you two.

“More whiskey?” He offers, and you shake your head.

“I want to be able to ride home after this.” You say and hold in a yawn. The excellent food combined with the fireplace blazing with a crackling fire is lulling you to sleep.

Suddenly, Mycroft stands and walks in front of the fire, setting his own glass down on the mantle and turning to face you.

“Might we talk some business?” He inquires, and immediately, your mood sours.

So this was his end goal? Get you sleepy and drunk so you couldn’t ride home and were subject to his pleadings?

“I don’t want to hear it, Mikey.” You say and stand, holding onto the back of the wingback chair for a moment as the dizziness sets in.

He scowls,

“You are of perfect age. The season is just starting. You could still join in and find a potential suitor!” He tries, and you scrub at your face.

“I already told you I wasn’t interested in courting! I’m interested in—”

“Your work, I know. But what happens when the digs dry up and there’s nothing else for you to do? What will you do when you get too old for this?!” He snaps, and you whirl, steadying yourself with the chair as your anger flares.

“It won’t dry up! There are thousands of years of history still to be discovered! Hundreds of thousands of cities and archaeological finds!” Your voice rises to a shout, and you hear distant footsteps as maids scurry away from you and your brother’s anger.

This goes on for several minutes until Mycroft a bomb on you.

“Mother and Father have decided. If you don’t find someone to court, they will no longer fund your excavations, and you’ll be stuck here with me.”

You freeze, hands wound tightly in your hair, and argument dying on your tongue.

“B—But that would mean—” Mycroft cuts you off gently and approaches, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“You’d be stuck here until you find a husband—no more digs. No more artifacts. Not until you do as they and I ask.” Tears well up in your eyes, and you shrug off his hands violently and flee.

Your boots pound against the hardwood floors, and you run outside where it has started pouring rain. Instantly, your clothes are soaked as you make it to the stables, dress Otis in his saddle and bridle, and swiftly mount his back. He tears out of the stables at a thundering gallop, and the stable hand barely dives out of the way to save himself from being trampled.

Otis’s hooves dash against the cobblestone roads. You cling to his reins and hunch over his back as tears stream down your face and sobs wrack your body.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Taking away your funding?

No one wanted to fund a woman on an archaeological dig!

Much less one as young as yourself!

You were screwed! Doomed to live as a housewife because that was society’s and your parent’s expectations of you!

Otis eventually comes to a halt, and you dismount, collapsing onto a bench, breathing hard as rain pours down your body. Your shirt sticks to your skin, and your trousers swim in water as you sit in a puddle on the bench. But you can’t bring it in you to care.

A carriage rumbles to a stop before you, and you look up as the door opens.

“Might I interest you in some shelter?” Comes a proper and endearing accent that you recognize.

“William?” You sniffle, and he smiles, extending a hand.

“If you’ll let him, Fred will handle your horse. How about you step inside the carriage, and we’ll take you back to the Moriarty estate.” He says over the rain. A young man with a blue scarf wrapped around his head gets off the front of the carriage and approaches. You hiccup and nod, handing Otis’s reins to the young man and accepting William’s hand into the carriage. He sheds his overcoat and offers it.

It’s warm and heavy as you wrap it around your shoulders and sit down. Your boots squelch against the floor, and William knocks twice against the carriage's wall, and it starts moving once again.

The Morairty estate is even grander than you remember, looming over you as the carriage stops by the front doors. You nearly slip in your haste to get inside and are taken up the stairs to one of the many bedrooms.

“Draw a bath and get warm. I’ll have some clothes brought by. We can have a talk after you’ve collected yourself.” William says gently, and you nod, taking off his overcoat so he can have it back. He excuses himself, and you are left alone in the suite.

The bath is nice and hot, and you let out a sigh as you shed your clothes into a pile on the floor and sink into the warm water. Your tears are drying, but your emotions are still raging like a rabid dog inside you.

How could they?

Didn’t your family know archaeology was your passion? Your dream?! Of course, they did! You never shut up about it when you were but a little girl learning to play the piano! You babbled on and on about fossils and artifacts in between lessons until you were blue in the face!

It wasn’t long until you were done in the bath and dried off. As William had promised, some clothes were left on the bed. A button-down that looked like it might fit you, a pair of trousers that might be a bit too long, and a pair of undergarments. You tugged on the underwear and then the trousers, having to cuff them at the bottom so you didn’t trip. The shirt fit better than you thought so you pinned your hair out of your face and left the bedroom and down the hall. Hadn’t there been a sitting room just down the stairs?

William was inside, stoking a fire with a poker, his back to you. He stood and turned when you rapped lightly on the entryway. His lips curled in a welcoming smile, and he gestured for you to take a seat.

“Would you like some tea? I had Louis put the kettle on.” He said, and you nodded, sitting on the couch beside the fire.

“Thank you. For the clothes and… everything else.” You mumble, and he shakes his head,

“Don’t mention it. Sherlock mentioned you hated dresses.” He says and pours you a cup of tea.

It’s delicious. It warms you from the tips of your ears to the ends of your bare toes. You scuff them on the plush carpet as William sits across from you. His scarlet eyes are illuminated like glittering rubies in the oranges and yellows of the fire. They’re alive like a torch resides inside.

“Now, might I ask why you were out in the rain?” William asks as soon as you’ve settled into your spot. You bite your lip and wonder if you can trust him with your problems.

Sherlock trusted him well enough…

Perhaps…

“I got into an argument with Mycroft. He said my parents will cut off my funding for excavations if I don’t find a proper husband.” You blurt, and he hums as he takes a sip from his cup.

“I assume they’ve been funding your past archaeological escapades?” He says, and you nod.

“Correct. But that is going to change unless I get married.” You grumble, and he cocks his head to the side, setting his cup down on the tea table next to him and seemingly mulling something over.

“This may be a bit forward, but I have a proposal. A business proposal, if you will.” He starts, and you narrow your eyes. A business proposal? You set your own cup down and cross one leg over the other.

“Go on…” You say hesitantly, and he clasps his hands together as if working out a problem in his head. Sherlock did say he was a mathematics professor.

“I could marry you.” You inhale sharply and proceed to choke on your saliva. William half gets out of his chair to come to your aid when you finally get your coughing under control.

“Why?!” You demand, and he shrugs,

“I’ve done some research into you. You are spearheading the way in new archaeological techniques. You donate your finds back to the locals in need. And frankly, I find you fascinating. If we go ahead with this, you’ll have access to my brother Albert’s influence as well as the Moriarty name and fortune.” He says, and you sit back, stunned.

“I could continue my work?” You say skeptically, and he nods.

“Indeed. There’s no reason to stop you. I might ask for a lecture or two from you at Durham University. But that’s it. So…” He extends a hand for you to shake. “Have we reached an accord?”

You are speechless as possibilities run rampant through your brain. You’d be free from your parent’s influence as well as pleasing them. Though pleasing them was the last thing on your mind. Yes, you’d be married. But like William said… it was more of a business proposal…

You reach forward and shake his hand. His smile widens marginally as you speak,

“I accept your proposal.”

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❆ Christmas Party by bbcsherloves▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "You and Mycroft have been dating secretly for years, and for the first time since, Mycroft has invited you to a Christmas Party."

❆ Gentle Nudge￨Prt. II by girl-next-door-writes▪︎〔F〕▪︎

Summary: "Sherlock is concerned that his brother is lonely, so decides to intervene. The only thing is, the Holmes boys really do not know how 'people' work."

❆ His Soft Spot by specialagentlokitty▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎

Summary: You, your husband; Mycroft, and your daughter, attend a Christmas party at Baker Street.

❆ Serendipity by girl-next-door-writes▪︎〔F〕▪︎

Summary: "When Mycroft [invited] you to his parent's home for Christmas, he didn't realise he was giving his little brother the perfect opportunity to torture him."

❆ Interruptions by fandom-writes▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❆ Christmas shopping w/ Mycroft… by geeks-universe▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❆ Visiting Mycofts Parents for Christmas… ⧫ by geeks-universe▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎

See Also: Navigation | BBC!Mycroft Holmes Master Index

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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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Just an idea :) for Sherlock, what if Enola is always trying to get him to date cuz either he's lonely or always focused on work. But he always turns down the idea. Then one day she lures him to her favorite bookshop (or cafe, etc) and casually introduces him to her favorite employee. And the pickup line just comes out of no where, even he is surprised lolz. Feel free to not use this at all if you get better ideas😂

Thank you so much for this idea! For writing purposes, this will take place in modern times (*writing purposes meaning me being too lazy to write period specific)

Cheesy Pick-up Line (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

College!Henry!SherlockHolmes x Female!Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: a little bickering, awkward Sherlock, fluffy and cute

Enola giggled excitedly as she pushed past the glass double doors of her favorite library. Her brother was following behind closely, a disinterested look on his face as they entered the small building. For Enola, it was the perfect place to be, but Sherlock just asked himself what he was doing here instead of studying for his criminal justice exam next week.

What he had not concluded yet, was that Enola Holmes had an agenda far different from the story she had told her brother about just an hour ago. He didn’t know his sister had spent weeks finding a way to finally get him to leave his stuffy, foot-smelling boy room. She had mashed her brain about it as she roamed the shelves of her favorite place and when she checked out the other day, she was embarrassed to have thought of it so late. It was blatantly obvious. Her brother needed a girlfriend. Someone that would encourage him to live outside of his schoolwork every once in a while. And you were the perfect candidate for the job. Smiley and charming, intelligent and pretty, and on top of that, someone Enola liked very much. She had established a first-name basis with you over the hours she spent in the little library you worked at. Today, she would try to accomplish the same for Sherlock.

Sherlock stood between the rows of shelves, waiting for his sister to finish collecting the mountain of books he was sure she wasn’t even allowed to check out at once. She had recruited him to ‘help her carry them’ as if she weren’t very capable of it herself. And besides, Enola was the one always underlining her independence and that women could do just as much as men. Something wasn’t adding up.

Enola placed another book in his arms. One she had mindlessly pulled from the shelve to keep her story alive. It was a small sacrifice for the gratification she would get would her brother finally fall in love this evening. She was sure of it. No more feigned disinterest in the stories their family told about cousins and other relatives having their first partners. No more annoying dismissal of their mother’s subtle hints towards his isolating himself. No more bad moods because of the uncalled-for comments Mycroft threw at him when he visited with his fiancé. It was about to change today.

“Relativity Theory?” He lifted an eyebrow before Enola could disappear behind another shelf. “Hamlet? What kind of homework is this supposed to be?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Enola quipped before placing an autobiography in his arms.

“They’ll think you’re robbing this place.” He readjusted the books because even though he was fairly strong, they slipped in his grasp. “How are you planning on checking those all out?”

“Jokes on you, my check-out limit has been upgraded because I’m a regular.”

“To 17? That’s too many. Too many books in general. Even for your ADHD brain.”

She glared at him. “Well, that’s where you come into play. With your card, we can check out 15. And for the other two, I’ll just have to sweet talk my way through.”

“You’re impossible, Enola.” Sherlock rolled his eyes as he followed his younger sibling to the counter.

“Shut up, It’s hard carrying enough character for Mycroft and you. You should thank me, really.”

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath and then he placed the books down with a thud.

Enola Smiled as she saw you approach the counter from the back office. Once you were here, the hot phase of her plan would be set in motion. And she couldn’t wait.

“Good evening, Enola. I see you brought someone new with you today?” You asked kindly with a bright smile on your face. Most people that came into the library didn’t talk much, but ever since Enola came around, she made the day a whole lot better. She grew to be a friend to you, which was why you also already knew who the handsome ‘stranger’ next to her was. But you wouldn’t reveal it just yet, that would be creepy.

“This is my Brother, Sherlock.” Enola just smiled as she placed her pile of books on the counter as well.

“Nice to meet you,” the tall brunette smiled behind his glasses, soft curls falling into his face when he nodded toward you.

“Nice to meet you, too. I would ask if you found everything you were looking for, but I guess it’s even more than that...” You counted the books, sending Enola a warning look. You had gone through the trouble of sweet-talking Old Mrs. Thomson if Enola could be an exception to the ‘only six books for home’ rule once again. Trying one more would get you on dusting duty for at least three weeks.

Your eyes locked with Sherlocks. “Do you have a library card?” And then your attention was back to the register, typing away on the little blue display.

Sherlock couldn’t see what you were doing, but he knew he wanted your eyes back on him. He didn’t know why, there was something about you that made him all excited. “Why? Because you want to check me out?” Uh oh.

Your fingers stopped hacking away at the outdated machine and your eyes wandered back to him. A deep blush tinted his cheeks and ears pink as you tried to hold back the laugh pushing at your throat.

Sherlock wanted the earth to swallow him whole. Why had he just said that? What was wrong with him?

And while her brother desperately attempted to hide his shocked face, Enola just stood beside him, equally stunned. She hadn’t known it had gotten this bad. His constant isolation must have messed with his social competence somehow. Because whatever she was just witnessing, was beyond secondhand embarrassment. He made her job harder to bring the two of you together, and honestly, right now, Enola did not see a chance for her brother.

“Yes, yes he has. Here!” Enola ripped the card from her brother's pocket and handed it to you. You, who bit your lips to hide the smile creeping on your features and shook your head.

Sherlock didn’t say another word after that. Too embarrassed to ever talk again, really, he waited out the time until you were finished scanning all the books and his and Enola’s cards. Relief washed over him when you said your goodbyes.

“I'm making an exception this time, Enola. Mrs. Thomson must not know about this and you better bring all of these books back without a single mark,” you warned.

But Enola countered weakly, matted by her idiot brother destroying the best plan ever made. “When did I ever not?” Still, she tried a sneaky smile on her lips.

When the doors fell close behind them and the siblings walked along the sidewalk home, Enola shoved her brother harshly.

“Great job, you idiot. You just ruined your only chance at not becoming a weird and bitter old man.”

But Sherlock didn’t answer. He was well aware of the embarrassment he had just presented himself as in that library and in front of you. With his head hung low, he opened the top book in his arms to retrieve his library card, but when he moved the piece of plastic and revealed the check-out receipt, all of his sister’s bickering moved to the background.

There, beneath the date and time of his visit, was your number, scribbled in blue ink with a small heart by your name. He smiled to himself as he traced the number with his finger. And just then, Enola glanced over his shoulder to find out why he hadn't told her to shut up yet.

Who would have thought that you would be hooked after a line like that?

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patdkoala · 1 year

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New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x Female Reader

Warnings: None This is Pure Fluff

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO I kinda want a part two

I just moved into my new apartment complex. It's nice. Clean. Quiet. And it's mostly filled with actors and actresses so the people that live here are rarely home anyway.

I'm a writer. So, I'm always home.

I sit in my apartment, turn on my ambiance lamp, have my record player on a constant rotation of my favorite tunes, and then have my cup of tea.

I will sit there and write for hours on end. If all goes well, I will have written a page and a half during those hours.

I never said I was a good writer. I'm speaking from experience.

One day I was getting home late. (I was sitting at Mcdonald's for two hours just reordering a large fry with a large Dr. Pepper.) I had just stepped out of the elevator and I heard the apartment door next to mine open and then close.

My neighbor was finally home.

For as long as I'd lived here, they had never been home. I've lived here for two years.

I set my giant Dr. Pepper cup on the counter along with my keys and wallet. I turned on my lamp and record player.

I turned it up on full volume like I have been doing for the past two years. I sat down at my desk and started to write about the people I was staring at in McDonald's. Then I heard three knocks at my door.

Quite loudly too if I must say.

"Jeez, I'll be right there!" I yelled as I ran over to the door to answer it.

I opened the door and I shit you not the guy standing there looked like that Billy Dunne fella from that Amazon show I was watching late last night.

"Excuse me, but do you mind turning that down? I'm trying to run lines and we have thin walls," He said as I just stood there and stared at him.

"Are you-" "Yes, I am the man from the tv. Now, do you mind turning that down?" He said in a grumpy old man tone that made me roll my eyes and go to turn it off.

I left the front door open and when I went back over to it, he was gone. So I shut the door and did what any sane person would do, I googled him.

'Main guy from Daisy Jones show'

Sam Claflin. Okay, so I googled something else.

'Sam Claflin movies'

So I watched some.

Okay, I watched all of them. Plus, I finished all of Daisy Jones and started Peaky Blinders.

A few days later, I realized I hadn't written anything for days. I'd been sitting on the couch ordering food to my door and only getting up to use the restroom or answer the door.

I decided to cool it on the Sam Claflin marathon. I got up and took a shower. I then deep-cleaned my whole apartment.

I finally decided to write something. So, I set up my lamp and my record player. I may or may not have forgotten about my neighbor, Sam Claflin.

I started writing and then I heard three distinct knocks at the door. It's funny how I can tell it's his knocks already.

I opened the front door and smiled up at the tall gentleman in front of me. "Hello, Sam Claflin. Would you like for me to turn down the music again?"

"Yes, I- Did you google me?" He asked as I nodded proudly. "I did as a matter of fact. I also watched your whole discography."

"What? No, you didn't. That would have taken you a matter of days."

"I did actually. I'm a big loner with no friends and all I do is spend all day writing in my sad lonely apartment. If I don't go outside for weeks nobody is gonna notice," I said as he just stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Did you watch the Hunger Games?"

"Yes."

"Enola Holmes?"

"Yes, of course, my dear Mycroft," I said with a wink.

"Peaky Blinders?"

"Yes, love the stache by the way."

"Thanks. Did you-"

"Yes. I watched everything. Even the bad romance ones and the-"

"You don't like romance movies? What woman doesn't like romance movies?"

"Ones with brains. They are all the same. They all start the same and all end the same."

"Oh, you've had your heart shattered," He said as he crossed his arms.

"What? No. I've never even been in that sick puppy love before. I've only been in serious relationships with serious men. Not dumb pretty boy actors. Also, what's with you dying in all of your films? And do you only star in book renditions?"

"Did you just call me a pretty boy actor?"

"Is the only thing you heard me say?"

He just stood there and smiled at me. His cheesy British pretty boy actor smile. And I mistakenly smiled back.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked as I then crossed my arms to match his energy.

"Okay. But, I don't want to go out."

"Okay. We can eat at my place. I'll pick you up at-"

"I can walk next door by myself. You just have dinner ready by 8."

He nodded and then he walked away from the door. I shut it and went back to writing.

I wrote a couple of pages. Nothing much.

I then started to get ready around 7:30. I wasn't going to put much time or effort into this because I don't see it as a date. I see it as a get-together with my cute neighbor who just so happens to be Sam Claflin.

I walked over to his apartment around 8:15.

I knocked three times.

"You're late," He said as I rolled my eyes and walked into his apartment without any introduction.

"Well, I figured you already don't like me so what's the harm in being a few minutes late."

"How can I not like you when I don't even know your name?"

"(Y/N). There now you have every right not to like me."

"Okay, well, (Y/N). I hope you like chicken."

"What if I was a vegetarian? Would you have something else for me to eat?"

"Are you a vegetarian?"

"No."

"Then we won't have to worry about that now do we?"

I smiled at him and then sat down at the two-seater table in the middle of his dining room. His apartment was a little bigger than mine. I guess that comes with being a big-time Hollywood actor.

He had nice things. A big Tv. A big couch. Probably even had a big bed.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have my twin bed from my college apartment.

His plants are fake, though. This means that he likes the ambiance that plants create but he doesn't want the commitment of keeping them alive.

"What are you doing?"

"Scoping out your apartment. Seeing if I'm going to steal it from you or not," I said as he laughed and then sat down in front of me.

He poured us both glasses of wine.

"Is this a date?" I asked as he set the bottle down.

"Do you want it to be?"

"Well, I'm just curious because you asked me out before you even knew my name. So, you are either insane or incredibly horny and will most likely fuck anything that moves," I said matter-of-factly.

"Are you a musician?" He asked obviously trying to change the subject.

"No, why do you ask that?"

"The loud music."

"Those are just some of my favorite bands. They help me write when I can't think of anything."

"Ah, you're a writer. That makes sense," He said as I glared at him from across the table.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you talk a lot and you seem to always be stuck in your own head. I've seen a lot of writers and they all have those tells."

"Okay, so you figured me out. My turn."

I studied him. I've watched all his movies. I know his Star Chart. I know what college he went to. I know when he first started acting. I know what his first movie was. I know who his first girlfriend was and I know to who he lost his virginity. He's another dumb male celebrity that has nothing secret or hidden from the media.

"I've got nothing," I said as I looked into his eyes.

Because that was the truth. I looked into this man's eyes and all I saw were these gorgeous green eyes that were just staring right back at me.

"Well, since you know everything about me do you mind if I ask you something?" He asked as he ate a piece of meat off his fork.

"Go ahead."

"Why did you watch all my movies?"

"Because I wanted to figure you out and I found it interesting that I live next to Sam Claflin the actor."

"Pretty boy actor" He added as if he were correcting me.

"Right. Pretty boy actor." I said as he turned a slight shade of pink.

"Are you usually home alone? Or do you live with someone?"

"Why? Do you want to kill me, Sam Claflin?"

"No. And why do you keep using my full name?"

"Because it's throwing you off."

"Yeah, it is."

We went on to talk about what I like to write. Which is mostly mystery and murder mystery. I stray far away from romance. It's sticky and all the same.

He learned my Star Chart. What college I went to. When I first started writing. The first novel I wrote. Who my first boyfriend was and to whom I lost my virginity.

"I hope to see you again, (Y/N) (L/N)," He said as he leaned against my door frame. (He insisted on walking me to my door)

"Well, if I ever want to see you again I know to just turn my music up too loud," I said as he smiled and then I turned around and shut the door.

I leaned against it and I swear this man stood in front of my closed door for a solid minute before walking away. I wonder if he was hoping I'd open it and let him in.

If we were going to have sex, though, I'd hope it'd be in his bed because mine can barely support my own weight.

#sam claflin #Fluff #Sam Claflin x reader #Friends to lovers #sam claflin imagine

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The Author And The Spy - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Title: The Author And The Spy

Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Harry (Mentioned), Eggsy (Mentioned), and Robert (Mentioned)

WC: 2,046

Warnings: Flirting?, James Bond movies mentioned, nicknames, alcohol mentioned, mini angst, and fluff

The sky was a dull gray, with matching gray clouds, like it usually was in London, England. Merlin, on one of his rare days off, was taking a walk down the slightly crowded sidewalk, with no particular destination other than to enjoy his free day away from all of the chaos that was his line of work. Merlin was actually having a good day until he felt something - or someone - bump into his chest, a small 'oof,' sounding from that someone in front of him.

Looking down, Merlin watched as you stumbled backward slightly, eyes wide in surprise; your one hand coming to cover your mouth as you looked up at the man in apologetic shock. "I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" You exclaimed, looking very embarrassed as you absentmindedly brushed the front of your red coat of any invisible debris.

Merlin took the time to observe your features, how your hair fell perfectly over your face, your stunning eyes shining as they stared up at him, and your lips looked soft as you anxiously licked them. Merlin thought you were beautiful, gorgeous. He smiled at you softly, "No harm done," He began, his eyes then quickly looking over your body for any visible injuries, "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice laced with concern as you just shook your head.

"No, I- I'm alright, thank you. I- I know this may seem odd or weird but can I get you a drink? A coffee maybe? As an apology... I feel terrible for running into you; ruining your day and everything..." You babbled nervously, fiddling with your hands, looking anywhere except at him, whose smile slightly widened; he thought you were adorable.

Merlin, being a spy and tech wizard genius, knew that he should always be on his guard, but you didn’t seem to be acting suspiciously, and Merlin was usually very good at reading people, so perhaps it was okay to relax a little bit… “You don’t need to worry, you did not ruin my day whatsoever,” Merlin said with a chuckle before gesturing in front of him slightly, "But I would love to take you up on that offer. Please, lead the way... Uh..." Hinting towards your name, your eyes widened in realization once more.

"Oh! My name is Y/N." You replied, before walking side-by-side with the man to a very nearby cafe. "And what may I call you? Or is ‘handsome stranger’ good enough for now?" Your teasing words made Merlin grinned a little, and you found yourself flushing at your own boldness, but before he could answer you, you had both entered the cafe. Walking up to the counter, you gave the barista a smile, "Hello! One caramel macchiato for me, please," You ordered, turning to look up at Merlin to get his, "What would you like?" You then asked, and the man looked up briefly at the menu behind the counter.

"A plain black coffee for me, thank you," He replied, glancing around the cafe with his sharp eyes and equally sharp mind. After ordering - Merling offering to pay, but you were insistent that you’d pay since you bumped into him - Merlin followed you to a table to sit, watching as you clasped your hands together and looked at him with a slight tilt of your head.

"So, what do you do for a living?" You asked, sort of out of the blue, but wanting to start a conversation. Merlin was a bit slow to answer, not fully knowing what he should say his job was, which you took for hesitance. "I apologize," You added, clearing your throat lightly as you looked away with a small frown, "I just thought that maybe we could get to know each other..." You explained before quickly, but quietly adding, "I- I must admit that I'm really curious about you... If you don't mind me saying." You finished, shyly looking down at your lap, glancing up at him, observing his reaction nervously.

Merlin couldn't help but be a little bit charmed by you, the way you spoke to him, the way you looked at him; you really seemed to want to learn more about him. You seemed unsure about asking any questions, but you wanted to talk. And Merlin was beginning to enjoy talking to you. "I don't mind at all." He began, pushing up the bridge of his glasses, "My job is... Complicated. To say the least. I don’t think there is much to really tell you."

With that, your eyes lit up with curiosity, "Do you work for the government? Or maybe you're a secret agent or something? Like James Bond?" You laughed lightly at your joke, your eyes trailed over Merlin's frame, lean yet strong - but the less than casual suit he was wearing made him look important.

Merlin just chuckled at your assumption, "Something like that." He stated simply, a look of amusement etched into his features. So close but yet so far. "What about you? What do you do, love?"

At the small nickname, you felt your cheeks burn, and a small sheepish smile came to your face as you answered, "I'm an author... Specifically a romance and crime novelist. Reading and writing are two of my favorite passions. I just love to sit back and read a good Jane Austen book. Such an inspiration." You gushed, fidgeting with the hem of your red jacket sleeve. “What about you? Do you like to read or write in your spare time?” You asked, as Merlin nodded.

"I enjoy reading as well," Merlin agreed, nodding, "Whenever I am not working, I tend to read a novel or two. I have been recently reading ‘Hamlet’ by Shakespeare."

Your eyes sparkled at that information, and you opened your mouth to comment only to hear your name being called for your order. Offering a smile, you stood from your seat before rushing off to the counter. Merlin watched as you left, finding himself unable to stop his own smile from growing a bit on his face. You were quite attractive, not only physically, but also mentally. Even though Merlin had only known you for about twenty minutes, you seemed intelligent, friendly, kind, and rather funny - and rather curious. And though you seemed pretty shy, at certain moments you held yourself with such confidence and grace; you were, to say the least, rather intriguing.

Returning with both your drink and his, you sat back down. Sliding his drink over, you spoke, "Do you usually get a black coffee?" You asked, slowly stirring your coffee with the straw, looking up at the handsome man across from you.

"Usually." Merlin answered, taking a sip of his said coffee, "I used to take it with milk, but nowadays I just stick to black coffee. The caffeine helps me keep focus in my field of work."

You raised an eyebrow at the term 'field of work', but decided against questioning him further, instead opting to comment on his response. "I tried black coffee once in my life." You shook your head, laughing a little, "No offense, but never again. I have to have something sweet in my coffee for me to even consider drinking it. Chocolate, sugar, milk, caramel, etcetera…'

Merlin only shook his head, "None taken, everyone has their own preference." Taking another sip, "Actually, a colleague of mine is the same. He takes milk and two sugars in both his coffee and his tea." He started, chuckling lightly.

You nodded, looking at him through your lashes, "Funny that." You then sighed, a thoughtful expression overtaking your features as you gazed at your coffee. Looking up at the man in front of you, you gave him another sheepish smile, "I'm sorry to be so bold, but have you ever just... Met someone and felt a connection with them?" You asked, raising the tip of your finger to trace over the lid of your coffee.

Merlin thought for a moment, glancing out the window before speaking, "It's hard to say. I think... Everyone does, in some form or another." He said, shrugging a little, "But, yes, I suppose I have." He continued, glancing at you. You hummed in response, taking another sip of your coffee. Silence fell between the two of you, neither knowing what to say. But Merlin wanted to know more about you. "How long have you been a writer?"

You tilted your head slightly before speaking, "Oh, I have been a writer since I was twenty, it feels like only yesterday I finished the manuscript for my first book, ‘Leviathan.’" You joked, laughing lightly. "What about you? How long have you been at your mysterious job?" You asked, pushing your coffee to the side to rest your cheek in the palm of your hand; looking up at Merlin expectantly - curiously.

"Over twenty years at this point." He answered, and your eyes visibly widened, jaw dropping slightly.

"Over twenty years? You must be good at your job then." You said in awe.

Merlin grinned a little, nodding, "Well, I guess you could say that." He shrugged before taking a sip of his coffee, looking towards you with interest.

Sighing, you bit your bottom lip, gazing at him, “You have got to be a secret agent or something. You definitely have the whole look. Tall, dark, and handsome. The suit, the glasses… How do you like your drinks made?” You then asked, as Merlin felt his stomach flutter slightly at your comment - though he hid it well.

Adjusting the black tie he was wearing, Merlin spoke, “May I ask why?” He asked, only for you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Shaken or stirred, obviously.”

Merlin let out a laugh, surprising himself, “You are really sticking with his spy theory, aren’t you, love?” He asked, and you nodded, unable to look away from the stunning man.

“Of course, I’m betting all my money on it.” You answered, only for a few moments to pass before Merlin spoke up again, answering your previous question.

“Depending on the drink… Shaken.”

With a bright smile, you practically lit up but before he could say anything more, you glanced down at your watch on your wrist, only to gasp; your eyes wide. "Oh my god! I'm late!" You jumped up from your seat, looking down at Merlin with an apologetic frown, "I am so sorry to cut this short. Before I ran into you I was on my way to meet a friend for lunch." You gathered your small bag, opened it to grab a small notepad and pen, and scribbled something down quickly. Stuffing your notepad and pen back in your bag, you bit your lip briefly as you slid the slightly crinkled sheet of notepad paper over to Merlin before looking up at him. "I hope we can meet again," You gave him a small smile which slowly turned into a smirk, your eyes narrowing slightly. "It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Merlin."

At your words, Merlin's smile slipped, his eyes widening, and his blood growing cold; his shoulders grew tense. He watched as you left the cafe, not even giving him a second glance as you passed by the window and headed down the sidewalk. Merlin watched until you were out of sight, completely taken aback and off guard. After a few seconds, he blinked several times, swallowing thickly. He had never told you his name.

How did you know his name?

Looking down at the paper, he slowly slid it closer to himself, staring down at your written words.

'In the great words of Shakespeare, 'By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.' I see monsters everywhere, underwater - a myth they say. I've never swam in that lake before. I'll be waiting for you in a castle of stone, words are to be spoken. My friend, Robert, finds the sights breathtaking there. Yours, Y/N.'

Quickly pocketing the note, Merlin sped out of the cafe and back to the tailor shop. He needed to get to the bottom of this. What was the meaning behind your message? How did you know his name? Who were you? He needed to speak to Harry and Eggsy. Maybe they could help him.

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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‘Cover’

Sherlock x fem!reader

- ugh my sherlock smut fics are always the longest thing ever. i know this idea is a lil cliche but do i care? fuck noooo. this one had me blushing by the end not gonna lie. also btw i love y’all sm u guys reblogging and replying to my stuff makes me want to scream in the best way xx

You were opposite Sherlock. Sat in John's christened seat. He wasn't in right now, you were unsure if that was a good or bad thing as of this moment. You were both staring at each other intently, not saying anything, legs crossed. Insanity began to seep into your bloodstream. You were pressing your luck the longer you stayed here but you were too drunk off of his presence to care.

Sherlock was a different man all together.

He was a pompous, self entitled prick and you were stark raving mad- it wasn't a harmonious coupling but the electricity was just pulsing through the air probably due to the events earlier.

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Sherlock was needed to go undercover to a prestigious black tie event that he didn't want to go to in order to blow the lid off of drug smuggling ring; it was honestly a juvenile task for him but he had to grin and bear it. He was informed that he needed a plus one.

The only person that popped up in his mind was you. You were capable of handling it. Determined enough. Bold, daring...beautiful- you could be helpful to him.

The days leading up to him asking you were hell on Earth, his nails bit into his seat everytime he thought of it. You on the other hand put yourself forward and leapt at the opportunity, without his knowledge of course- Mycroft made sure of it. It was his twisted form of inflicting torture upon his brother, racking his nerves when he least expected it as a form of entertainment. Mycroft hadn't seen Sherlock this nervous in a while, he was concerned it would effect his perfomance on the field but it didn't matter, it would be entertaining to watch altogether.

When he asked you on the evening the event was actually on, you were impassive.

Sherlock was confused when you only replied with a brusque 'I know.' You were pacing around your apartment wearing a pretty slip dress, not too formal, not too casual- just right. He thought it was just for the date with one of the chief detectives that you were putting off, maybe his incessant asking got to you and you gave in. The thought soured his mood but he had no right to feel that way. He brightened when he found that you were actually accompanying him this evening, although any other day he would have been seething at this unexpected surprise...but the surprise was you.

‘’Is this good enough for you?’’ You asked while putting on your earrings, heels clacking against the laminate, wildly looking for the validation you were sure he wouldn't be able to provide you. God knows every single female interaction Sherlock had ended up in him offending them.

‘’Uh...yes. Good.’’ Sherlock said. You weren't sure what his tone carried or held, he was very passive.

Sherlock's felt his peripheral blur slightly as the sight of you. You were stood there panicking about something you shouldn't even have a second thought about: your own beauty. The first thing he deduced out of you was that your insecurity was glaring, clear as day- yet Sherlock couldn't figure out why. You were incredibly confident with your work, you knew exactly what you were doing, impossibly assertive and determined when you needed to be. so why did you worry so much about how you looked?

You looked stunning. He was left hopeless. Sherlock shook the thoughts out of his head before it consumed him.

‘’It better be because we need to leave.’’

Sherlock was very abrasive the entire evening, it irritated you. Your mind was pacing to uncover what was going on in his, he was the mystery you were keening to unravel but then again not even John could pry secrets out of him. How could you ever get close to figuring it out?

What was he thinking?

What did he want?

How is he feeling?

What is he doing?

Why were you feeling this way for someone so distant?

You hooked your arm against his while you were nearing the ballroom floor, the feeling of his tailored suit making your body wirr and buzz already- you were sure he could feel it. Sherlock definitely did, he was wondering if it was out of nerves; he definitely couldn't deal with a jittering version of vou throwing a wrench into all of his plans for tonight. He let out an exasperated sigh and it only made your face contort into a frown.

‘’You're being incredibly curt this evening.’’You said, annoyance lacing your tone.

‘’I'm not I just want to get this over with.’’ He replied, eyes locking with yours in a perpetual and longing battle. A plead for an answer you'll never get.

‘’Dance with me.’’ You said breathlessly, pulling on his arm to tug him to the dance floor where all the other couples were gazing wantonly in each other's eyes while whispering sweet nothings into every ear.

Sherlock felt himself trip up for words as you pulled him into your embrace.

‘’Put your hands on my waist.’’You breathed into his ear, the feeling of eyes watching your every move. You needed to sell whatever it is you needed to sell to the people you had to take down. ‘’Hold me.’’ Your tone was that of an instruction, Sherlock was never one to listen but in this instance he was willing to listen to you. It felt as though Sherlock was adamant on putting his hands on you, the thought darkened your already straying mood.

Sherlock was afraid that if he had his hands on you, he simply wouldn't able to let go.

He did though. His large palms met with the small of your back and your hands went to his broad shoulders, your breath halted slightly. A twinge of electricity coursed through your entire body at his secure touch. The man had so much power over you, it was embarrassing.

The cinematic strings were plucking creating a symphony of beautiful classical sounds as you danced together, swaying to the music.

‘’We don't have time for you to shove your intelligence into everyone's face.’’ You muttered seriously into his ear, face dipping near the crook of his neck.

‘'Not possible. Let me just get this done and I'll pick you up once it's finished. These people are pretentious enough to turn a blind eye towards me. In this case, I think that will work in our favour.’’

Sherlock was trying to get this over with, his mind was preoccupied with something else: you. He was dancing with you. He was touching you. He was feeling territorial over you even though he had absolutely no right to. He was in your air, he was enamoured by the scent of you, your sweet perfume clouding the air he breathed. You looked enchanting but he simply couldn't let himself tell you that. Sherlock was supposed to care for no-one, for nothing- he was married to his work, that complex mind was too rough to let alone care for.

‘’Is this what this is about? Wanting to go solo?’’ Your tone was accusatory as you lifted your face to meet with his scorching eyes.

‘’No. Mycroft is breathing down my neck and I need him to get the message that I can handle my cases.’’ He gritted.

Your fingers played with tufts of his hair as your lips were dangerously close to his ear. ‘’You know what I think?’’ Sherlock felt his heart hammer slightly as your fingers continued their ministrations.

‘’It's all a cover.’’ You whispered, gazes interfering once more, that cool breezy blue boring into yours, faces merely inches apart. Sherlock's face was hard and his lips thinned into a straight line.

‘’Cover? How so. Enlighten me.’’ He said lowly, eyes not straying away from yours for a single second.

‘’John was a cover. He was a cover to show that you do have a heart, some twisted sense of humanity but I don't think that's true anymore. You'll always want to be alone, you'll always want to do this alone. I'm not saying it's your fault but...the people in your life that care about you deserve to be more than just a cover for you.’’

Your face was etched in compassion, with care, with longing. You looked so beautiful and it concerned him to an immeasurable degree, his face was lifeless as he glared into the deep abyss of your eyes. Sherlock hated the way you saw through him, it was deeply startling for him to hear the words from those delicious lips, those lips that can be dangerous and do more harm than good. Especially in terms of Sherlock's ego.

‘’I'm being a cover for you right now. We're undercover.’’ You added, almost saddened by the thought even though Sherlock believed the opposite. ‘’Dip me.'’ You ordered and like the fool he was, he did.

Sherlock twirled you and dipped you, his grip on your waist as he stared down at you was akin to that of a iron grip- as if to never let go. As if your life was in his hands. The look between you was that of pure desire, looking through the hubris, the frailty between you both. It was potent. Heady. Intoxicating.

Your fingers carded through his soft curls, your slight exhales the only thing that could be heard.

Sherlock straightned you up to stand, faces barely inches apart, lips almost grazing each other. His eyes flitted to your lips, those lips that can make or break him. Right now, you were breaking him. Sherlock kept you close, it was evident the way your chest was pressing into his, your breathing was becoming heavier with every second he had you like this.

‘’You're wrong.’’ He said huskily. ‘’You're not a cover.’’ His breath fanned your face, eyes heavy as if to reflect his heart.

You didn't know what to say, all your mind was on was his lips. His lips were so close to yours and you were unsure of how to handle yourself like this. It took an eternity for your tongue to remember how to speak.

‘’Don't make me be so resilient.’’ You said under your breath, it was only just audible but it made his ears prick up in a heartbeat.

Sherlock's mind was reeling and then all of a sudden it drew to a blank. He had you right in front of him, pleading, begging for him to make things easy for you. To be soft for you. To want you. Maybe you were trying to catch him out, find a moment of weakness within him. His trust was compromised. With a heavy heart, he had to let you go. The case was begging for his attention more, he'd only disappoint you. He wouldn't be able to give you what you need, what you asked of him.

He let you go and left you in the wind. He walked away.

All he could do is walk away from you.

Your heart shattered inside of the crest of your body, the shards falling into your lungs making it difficult to breathe. All you could do is suck it up.

Sherlock Holmes was never prone to falling for someone, how could you be stupid enough to believe that you could actually mean something to him? You scoffed at the thought. He left you high and dry in the middle of the dancefloor and it just proved your point.

He wanted to go alone. That's all he ever knew.

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Now you were in his flat. Alone. With him. Only him. Sherlock was able to apprehend the drug smugglers and bring them into Mycroft fairly quickly from the time he fleed you from the dance floor. The thought made your soul wilt a little but you were reguivinated by the fact you were in his space, you were with him right now. Sherlock asked to go somewhere private to talk, you didn't think it would be to go to his flat. You were unsure what he wanted to talk about, he made his intentions very clear earlier.

You just glared at each other silently, knowing how calculating he was you were sure he could read your thoughts. You could cry to the clicking of time it was going so slow.

‘’You look beautiful.’’ Sherlock complimented, his voice sincere. It made you square your shoulders and eyelashes flutter, it could only be noticed if he looked at you close enough and knowing him... of course he does.

‘’Thank you.’’You replied bashfully.

‘’I'm sorry.’’

‘’For what.’’

‘’Leaving you.’’ Sherlock's tone was serious and hard, remembering the moment was awful for him. He never really cared for other people's feelings, he always did what he had to do, but in this case it made him irate. He cared too much for you. How could he leave a woman like you?

Achilles Heel.

He was sure you would be his downfall.

But for tonight...just for tonight, he could show you just how much the man that supposedly had no heart cared.

‘’You did what you had to do. I didn't like it but I respect it.’’ You replied, trying to retain a modicum of humility in his presence.

‘’No you don't.’’ Sherlock caught you out so easily, it was like you were making it easy for it. ‘’Don't lie and say you respect it, because we both know you don't.’’

‘’I don't.’’ You acquiesced. '’Just don't leave me like that again.’’

You let the words hang in the air for a little, but it only just electrified the engery swinging through the room even more. Oh God, you wanted him on your lips, touching you with his fingertips.

Suddenly, Sherlock stood up and straightened his suit jacket; you watched him intently, wondering what his next move was going to be. He finally grabbed you by the arm and flung you from the sofa and tugged you into him so you were against his chest, you were disarmed immediately. Like the moment where he held you so close to him earlier tonight. An impossible ache began swirling in your stomach and you didn't know how to quiet it, it was becoming even more of a problem when his hands found home on your waist.

‘’Do you want me to promise that?’’ Sherlock grumbled, eyes roaring with an incandescent flame at the sight of you.

‘’Promise it if you think you can actually live by it.’’ You said softly as you stared at his lips. ‘’Don't say it because you think it's what I want to hear.’’

Sherlock pondered your words for a moment.

‘’What do you want to hear?’’ He asked, light as a whisper.

‘’How badly you want to fuck me.’’ Your voice was as deadpan, impassive. Sherlock was impressed with how you were containing yourself, your body was just begging to be touched by him and he was more than willing if you trusted him enough. ‘’How much you need me.’’

Sherlock gazed at you, completely lost in your request. His lips crashed against yours like stormy waves on the seashore. Lightning against the coast when his mouth tasted at yours. You didn't care if Sherlock uttered sweet little lies, his were the lies you would consume with no remorse. You tasted divine, a myraid of luscious tastes, cherry, peach, lust. You tasted like the world.

Your fingers flew to his bowtie and you pulled him closer with it, you let your lips ease against his as you pulled back to gawk at him, to revel in his reaction.

‘’I don't even need to tell you how much I need you...can't you feel it already?’’ Sherlock questioned and your mouth dried, you were drowning and only he could throw you a line.

‘’Take me to bed. I'll be good I promise.’’ You said whistfully, breathy and Sherlock grabbed you by the hand and whisked you to his room. His hands were fucking massive, his grip tight. How could he deny you when you promised him so sweetly?

He couldn't, and he didn't even want to stop himself. Sherlock had waited long enough for you.

He didn't even have the decency to slam the door shut, he wanted you to be as loud as you wanted. It was only him that could hear you. Unrelenting, you grabbed his head and kissed his lips roughly, a sweet moan echoing through the soul he lived in. His hand meandered all over your body, from your hair, down your back and to the curve of your ass. He was marvelling at your figure, you were a star that fell to earth, a light cast in the darkness of his head.

Sherlock grabbed you and pushed you on his bed, his whole body stirred and desire coursed through him to the end of his cock. He was just so ready for you, he has been for a while but he didn't want to disappoint you. He was falling to pieces while he was with you, Sherlock simply just didn't want it to end too quickly.

‘’Beautiful. So beautiful. Can you even begin to understand how much I want you?’’ Sherlock admitted and it made your whole body alight, it was humiliating. His nose grazed against yours, he wanted to see that look in your eyes when he said.

‘’No. I don't.’’ You breathed.

Oh no, this will simply not do.

‘’Let's change that shall we?’’ Sherlock promised huskily, you were keening to experience it, every single motion he made, every sigh and gasp he illicits.

Sherlock peeled you of your dress far too easily, your body bare and all for him to mark up as he pleases, all for him to claim as his. Lord you were enticing. He wanted to memorise every single dip and curve, every single reaction he can get out of you. It was like you were designed just for him.

Your nimble fingers flew to his jacket, you shrugged it off easily and then you got to work on his button down.

‘’You don't seem very patient.’’ You teased as you undid the last button and discarded it off him.

‘’You know I'm not.’’

Sherlock ripped your underwear off and shimmied the reminants down your legs.

His heart was thundering at the sight of you, as if he'd never seen a naked woman before. You were unmanning him.

‘’Sherlock...inside....’’ You mumbled, almost drunkenly. So intoxicated by his presence you were slurring your words.

‘’Shh...be patient.’’ He mocked you and again it disarmed you once more.

Your insatiable hands went to his zipper and undid it so rougly it was threatening to break. You stuffed your hand down his pants with a wicked gleam in your eyes, you marvelled at his grunt. It was so goddamn hot. Your slender palm began rubbing against his painfully hard cock once you pulled it out, he was so deliciously massive. It was glorious. Sherlock was sighing, gasping and grunting and it made your self esteem boost tenfold.

Enough was enough, he'd inflict the same torture onto you.

Sherlock's mouth fell against yours again, he was fawning over you, kissing at you like he had nothing to lose. His mouth travelled to your jaw and neck, his face was nestled in the crook of your neck, leaving small bites in his ever immortal wake. The pleasure was too painful to bare, you were about to explode.

He lifted his face to look at the way your face scrunched up in tense bliss, Sherlock's fingers meandered down the skin of your stomach and you shivered at the sensation.

‘’Do you want my fingers?’’' He offered deliciously and you were jumping at the opportunity.

You nodded fervently.

Sherlock delightfully obliged as he dabbled in your increasing wetness. Christ, you were soaked. You made it easy to plunge two thick fingers in you, he stretched you out and it made you go wild. Like a cat in heat.

‘’Mmm...so...good.’’ You stifled out and he chuckled lowly at your reaction.

‘’I know...I know.’’ He cooed.

A strangled scream got caught in your throat when he replaced his fingers with his cock. You were sure you saw the gates of heaven when he did. Sherlock thought you were a malleable and bendy creature, so well moulded to him it was insane. His brutal pace was unrelenting, he plunged in and out of you with abandon. With ecstacy. You felt your insides heat and burn up at his actions, his hands, his body, his mouth- everything was just too much.

Sherlock pinned your hands above your head, staring into your eyes as he fucked into you so animalistically. He would always be left untamed and that's how you like it.

‘’Feel needed now?’’ He gritted through clenched teeth. You kissed him furiously as a response.

He rocked his hips against yours, it was earth shattering. The tension falling in layers with every moment of pure unbridled pleasure and heated desire. Sweat fell down in small pinpricks and beads down your brows, he was working you so hard it was wearing you out.

‘’Sherlock…’’ You whined but you weren't sure what you were whining for, it wouldn't get you anywhere.

‘’Say it louder, it's only for me to hear.’’

‘’Sherlock!’’ You practically screamed as a means to get him to make you cum.

As if clockwork, you exploded onto him. This pent up frustration and pining turning into this insurmountable neediness that only he could draw out of you, he fucked you through your rippling orgasm. Your skin felt sticky and wet and it was just evidence of how desperate you both were. Your moan was practically a prayer. Sherlock lost his mind at the erotic sound, he sloppily came inside of you when you let him go from that final clamp. He let out a gutteral groun as he spilled himself free inside of you, he was too high off of you to care about the mess he was making. You kissed his cheek and he planted himself beside you to bask in your glory.

Sherlock was messy.

He liked leading his life on his lonesome.

But you saw through that.

You weren't his cover, you were never his cover. It just took you far too long to realise that.

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