#Sherly passed this time

[ryuusea]

Don’t keep him waiting, Sherly 😋

There’s the rest of the uh math test on my twitter, go to the poipiku link

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[lilmoonbunny]

First Love; Mycroft Holmes x Singer!Reader [1]

Y/N and Mycroft's relationship was something that she would never forget.

Throughout her career, every single song that she wrote held memories of their past relationship. So when Sherlock finds out she is back in London, he can't resist the urge to meddle.

(Part of a mini-series)

People often say that you will always remember your first love, and for Y/N, this fact was true.

Every song she ever wrote held a memory of the first man she had ever loved, a part of her that she never wanted to let go. Whilst she could act like the lyrics were based on other men – other partners – she always thought of him whenever she would sing, and even as she stood in front of her current partner, it never felt right; he wasn’t him.

James was… nice, some of the time, at least. Sure, he could be rude and toxic, but he loved her, right? He was a good guy, maybe? She wasn’t too sure, but she was scared to leave. Whilst it didn’t feel right being with him, part of her was terrified of his reaction to her leaving. So maybe he wasn’t exactly a nice guy; this was solidified when Y/N discovered evidence of him taunting someone she knew and cared for dearly.

As she stood in front of the door to 221B Baker Street, mask covering her face so no potential fans would recognise her, Y/N glanced up at the window. It had been years since she had seen Sherlock. He was a child when they last saw each other, would he even still remember her?

“You must be John,” she nodded at the short man who came to the door.

His eyes widened, presumably shocked at her knowing his name, and he cleared his throat. “Uhm – yes, come on in.”

With a small thanks, the singer followed John up the stairs to the flat.

“There’s no need to wear a mask, you know. It’s not like you’re going to catch anything,” came Sherlock’s blunt voice, one that had Y/N smiling.

“Trust me, I know,” she responded, removing the covering.

Sherlock froze in place. “Y/N…?”

With a soft smile, Y/N nodded.

“Hold on,” John interrupted, clearly confused. “Y/N, as in the singer?”

She simply giggled and nodded.

“You know her!?” John turned to face Sherlock who simply brushed him off, turning to his former friend.

“Does Mycroft know that you’re here?”

Ah… Mycroft.

Y/N tensed for a moment at the name, and that was all Sherlock needed to see for his answer, even if he did have trouble deducing her in the past; he was young, after all.

“I have something you might find interesting,” Y/N smiled slightly, opening her bag to pass him some papers. “My… boyfriend. I think he’s stalking you.”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, lifting himself from the chair and snatching the paper from her, something that earned a giggle from the woman.

“Moriarty… Never heard of him.” Sherlock mumbled as he read over the sheets of information that Y/N had gathered and stolen. There was no doubt that James would notice, but if she was going to potentially save Sherlock’s life, that was worth the risk.

“I really don’t have long, I have a song to record, but I’m hoping that can help,” Y/N nodded, shutting her bag before turning to the door. “Nice to see you again, Sherly. Bye, John.” As she left the flat, she heard Sherlock call to her.

“Tell Mycroft you’re here. I’m sure he’d be glad to see you.”

She simply ignored him.

Having spent the day combing through each detail of the document’s that Y/N had given him, Sherlock was in no mood to deal with Mycroft asking him to take a case that he has no interest in.

“No, I won’t take your case.” Sherlock stated the moment Mycroft let himself into the flat.

“You don’t even know what it’s about!” Mycroft was glad John wasn’t around to hear him almost yell; it would ruin his uncaring façade.

“Don’t care,” he paused for a moment, before a smirk began forming on his lips. “I have something you might want to know. Something about a specific somebody.”

“Don’t care,” Mycroft mimicked his brother’s previous words.

“I think you will,”

“Well, I think you are wrong.”

“Suit yourself, Mycroft.”

Receiving a call from an unknown number always had Y/N on edge, and her recent breakup with James was no help to the matter, yet she still answered it.

“Hello…?” She asked.

“Ah, Y/N, finally.” It was Sherlock. “Dinner, my parents place for Christmas, you should come. If you’re not too busy, that is.” In the background, the woman could hear Sherlock’s friend scolding him for how blunt he was being. Sensing her hesitation, Sherlock added. “My parents would be pleased to see you.”

A soft sigh left her lips. “All right, fine, but you’re paying for my fuel.”

It was a long drive to the Holmes’ place, but it was a pleasant one, even if the drive did have her thinking of her first love.

Would he be there? She couldn’t help but wonder.

Nervousness filled her body as she wandered towards the front door, placing a gentle knock. Sure, she had performed in front of thousands of people, but knocking on this door was the scariest thing that she had ever done.

“Oh my Gosh! I didn’t believe Sherlock could actually do it.” Mrs Holmes squealed, immediately pulling Y/N into a hug as she spoke.

“Hi, Mrs Holmes!”

Inside the house, Sherlock smirked as he glanced towards his older brother who seemed confused. He recognised that voice but couldn’t exactly place whose it was. As though he sensed Sherlock’s gaze, he looked towards him with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning, but Sherlock gave no response.

“Come in, come in! Sherlock’s already here, so is Mycroft!”

Ah, so he is here, Y/N thought to herself, taking a deep breath as she entered the house she had not seen in years.

Following Mrs Holmes into the living room where the others were seated, she was yet to be spotted by Mycroft, at least until Mr Holmes spoke her name.

“Ah, Y/N! Long time no see,” Mr Holmes grinned, smiling up at her from the sofa where he sat beside Mycroft.

Mycroft’s head shot up at the name, eyes shooting towards the door where she stood.

Sherlock… He thought to himself. Oh, how he wanted to kill him at that moment,

“You knew she was here, and you didn’t tell me!?” Mycroft demanded to know as he stood opposite his brother in the kitchen after excusing himself.

“I did try, Brother Mine, but you said you didn’t care.” Sherlock’s reminder of their previous conversation left Mycroft speechless, and he froze as he heard a familiar voice.

“Are you two all right? You kind of seem angry,” Y/N smiled sweetly. “Sorry, your mum sent me to check that you two hadn’t killed each other.” She giggled.

Sherlock knew that his brother wouldn’t speak, too frozen in shock and anger, so he had to. “Not yet, Y/N, but Mycroft wasn’t aware you were coming. I did tell you to go see him.”

“You did.” Y/N swallowed. “I’m sorry I didn’t, Mycroft.”

“Well, I guess this is my cue to leave,” Sherlock said, smirking the moment his back was turned to the pair.

An awkward silence filled the air the moment the door clicked shut behind Sherlock and they both cursed him internally.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N repeated, “I can leave if it’s too weird for you.”

Mycroft cleared his throat. “No! It’s… fine.” He rushed out, pausing for a moment before finishing his sentence as to not seem too enthusiastic to be seeing her again. Sure, it had been years, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t miss her occasionally. Although, that was something that he would never admit. Another awkward silence. “I’ve heard you on the radio, you’ve done well for yourself. I’m proud of you.”

Y/N blushed. “Thank you, Mycroft…”

As they stood there, memories of their past relationship began flooding into both their minds.

“Well, I suppose we should be going back to bother Sherlock.” Y/N grinned, desperate to get out of the room, praying that she could last long enough without admitting how much she missed him.

“We should,” Mycroft nodded awkwardly, before moving past her, into the previous room, glaring at Sherlock who sat beside John with a smirk on his lips, before heading outside.

Sherlock’s smirk dropped the second Y/N grabbed hold of his ear, leaning down to whisper “I’m going to kill you, Sherlock,” before moving to sit beside John who seemed shocked at how close she seemed with the Holmes family; he still couldn’t get over the fact that Sherlock knew her.

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[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 3) Chapter Fourteen

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: Infamous Blackmailer

Summary: Sherlock, John, and (Y/N) meet Magnussen. He's terrible.

            “Magnussen?” wondered John in confusion after Mycroft left. To get such a reaction out of him meant it was big. Still, John was also looking worriedly at Sherlock disheveled state and at (Y/N)’s reaction to him using again.

            He got no clarification from Sherlock, who just turned towards the kitchen. “What time is it?”

            “About eight,” said (Y/N), a little too readily, but John was confused so he didn’t notice the slip-up in the acting.

            “I’m meeting him in three hours. I need a bath,” said Sherlock decidedly.

            “It’s for a case, you said?” John probed again, still glaring disapprovingly at Sherlock. “What about (Y/N)?”

            “Please don’t bring me into it,” said (Y/N) quietly, playing up their desire to remain to the side.

            “Sorry,” said John apologetically.

            “It is for a case.” Not a lie, necessarily, on Sherlock’s part. All this acting was for a case.

            “What sort of case?” asked John.

            “Too big and dangerous for any sane individual to get involved in,” said Sherlock.

            Luckily, neither of us are sane, thought (Y/N).

            “You trying to put me off?” said John.

            “God, no. I’m trying to recruit you,” said Sherlock. He walked into the bathroom. “And stay out of my bedroom!”

            As if I’d go in. (Y/N) avoided Janine as much as possible.

            On cue, the bedroom door opened, and Janine walked out wearing one of Sherlock’s shirts. “Oh, John, hi.” She glanced at (Y/N). “(Y/N).”

            The teenager knew that look. It was the “you’re strange but I’m just going to pretend you’re like a pet or something so I can ignore you” that Janine adopted whenever she was around. She had originally tried to impress Sherlock by getting along with (Y/N), but as much as (Y/N) could hold back from scaring Janine off, they still came off as “weird.” (Neurodivergence was a real hit with people).

            Janine thought they should have more age-appropriate interests and be more expressive, so when they weren’t, she just gave up on trying to get along since they were obviously “defective” in some way.

            ((Y/N) had just rolled their eyes in private after a particularly rude comment, but Sherlock had been really tempted to call off the case so he could plot to destroy Janine’s life. Luckily, he had the sense to continue, and (Y/N) just tuned her out)

            “Where’s Sherlock?” asked Janine, again addressing John.

            “Um, he’s just having a bath. I’m sure he’ll be out in a minute,” said John, surprised and uncomfortable.

            “Pity, I have to head to work,” sighed Janine. She crossed her arms and headed back into the bedroom to change.

            John looked at (Y/N). “When did that start?”

            “A week ago,” said (Y/N).

            “And the using?” asked John.

            (Y/N) pulled the end of their sweater. “I guess.”

            “What the hell is going on with him?” murmured John.

            (Y/N) shrugged and pretended to look uncomfortable and in thought to avoid more questions.

            The door of the bedroom opened again, and Janine walked out, fully dressed. “Tell Sherly I send kisses,” she said, prancing out the door happily.

            “She does not seem like Sherlock’s type,” said John.

            “She’s not, but he’s not himself right now,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            John nodded grimly. He looked around and sighed. “How about some food? If a dangerous man is coming, we might as well be fed if nothing else.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “Alright.”

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            Three hours had nearly passed, and Sherlock walked back into the room, cleaned up and ready to face Magnussen.

            “Are you actually going to explain what this is about or at least who Magnussen is?” asked John, crossing his arms. “He’s a newspaper owner, but you’re taking a case with him and Mycroft has him under protection?”

            “You know Magnussen as a paper own, but he’s so much more than that. He uses his power and wealth to gain information. The more he acquires, the greater his wealth and power. I’m not exaggerating when I say that he knows the critical pressure point on every person of note or influence in the whole of the Western world and probably beyond. He is the king of black mail, and he has created an unassailable architecture of forbidden knowledge. Its name is Appledore,” said Sherlock.

            (Y/N) shifted uneasily. Magnussen was like Moriarty, equal in ruthlessness and information. They weren’t looking forward to meeting him, not after the cost of defeating Moriarty had been so great.

            Sherlock had identical thoughts and knew he was going to keep (Y/N) close during the entire encounter. He wouldn’t let Magnussen get near to his kid.

            Silence. “Dinner,” said John.

            “Huh?” (Y/N) tilted their head.

            “Me and Mary, coming for dinner…with…sitting…” John trailed off.

            “Seriously? I’ve just told you that the Western world is run by Magnussen from his home, and you want to talk about dinner?” said Sherlock, bewildered. He shook his head and continued. “It is the greatest repository of sensitive and dangerous information anywhere in the world—the Alexandrian Library of secrets and scandals, and none of it is one a computer. He’s smart; computers can be hacked. It’s all on a hard copy in vaults underneath the house, and as long as it is, the personal freedom of anyone you’ve met is a fantasy.”

            (Y/N) had to keep up the façade of being out of Sherlock’s loop, but they had a few things they wanted to say. First, hard copies could still be destroyed, and houses weren’t invincible, right? Second, it would take quite a memory to remember where all blackmail evidence was, and if he had such memory, he could probably remember it in a Mind Palace or something similar since knowledge of someone’s misdeeds was as dangerous to them as the proof. People were too skittish and stupid to think clearly when it came to their own wrongdoings being exposed.

            However, (Y/N)’s train of thought was interrupted as Mrs. Hudson opened the door and frowned. “The doorbell keeps ringing. Can’t you hear it?”

            Sherlock didn’t answer, and John rolled his eyes.

            “Who is it?” he asked.

            “A few security guards,” replied Mrs. Hudson.

            Magnussen had arrived. He wasn’t supposed to have come there, but (Y/N) and Sherlock weren’t unsurprised that he was trying to catch them off-guard.

            The guards were let into the flat and walked up to the inhabitants of the room. It was no secret that they were going to be searched, so (Y/N) just sighed and held out their arms.

            “Oh, go ahead,” said Sherlock, rolling his eyes and holding up his arms.

            The pair were frisked, and the last guard walked up to John.

            He coughed. “Can I have a moment?” The guard didn’t say anything and just started feeling his jacket. “Er, right, I should probably tell you—” John looked awkward as a knife was pulled out of his jacket. “Okay, I, that—” The man felt down his legs and pulled out a tire iron. Everyone stared at him, and he laughed nervously. “Doesn’t mean I’m not pleased to see you.”

            Steps echoed up the stairs, and (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed slightly as a man reached the landing.

            “We can vouch for him. He’s a doctor. If you know who we are then you know who he is—” Sherlock’s eyes went to the door as a man opened it and walked in “—don’t you, Mr. Magnussen?” Sherlock regarded him carefully. “I understood we were meeting in your office.”

            “This is my office,” said Magnussen, eyes scanning each person in the room and cataloguing everything he knew about them. “Well, it is now.”

            He sat down on the couch, and (Y/N) was aware that he was intentionally taking their spot to disconcert them. They refused to react and just stood beside Sherlock as he sat down in his chair. Magnussen opened up the newspaper. (Y/N) cocked their head. He wasn’t really moving his eyes over the newspaper. It was another show. It made (Y/N) furrow their brow. They had no idea what Magnussen was up to, but they didn’t like it.

            “Mr. Magnussen, I have been asked to intercede with you by Lady Elizabeth Smallwood on the matter of her husband’s letters,” said Sherlock. “Some time ago, you put…pressure on her concerning those letters. She would like them back. Obviously, the letters no longer have any practical use to you, so with that in mind—” Sherlock raised an eyebrow as Magnussen stared at him. “Something I said?”

            “No, no, I was reading. There’s rather a lot.” Magnussen was perfectly composed. “Redbeard.”

            Sherlock furrowed his brow and quieted. It was like the word had short-circuited something in his brain, and it was all he could focus on. “I-Uh…”

            “Bathroom?” called Magnussen over his shoulder to his men.

            “Along from the kitchen, sir,” reported one.

            “Okay,” said Magnussen.

            “These are sensitive documents—” tried Sherlock again.

            “Is it like the rest of the flat?” asked Magnussen, looking around at the messy flat.

            “Sir?” said his guard.

            “The bathroom,” repeated Magnussen.

            “Er, yes, sir.”

            “Maybe not, then,” said Magnussen.

            Annoyed at Magnussen for intentionally bringing up something (though they didn’t understand what) to disturb Sherlock and frustrated with his general attitude, (Y/N) spoke. “The letters. Lady Smallwood wants them back.” Straight to the point.

            Magnussen looked up at them from the couch. “Ah, Mx. Moriarty.”

            Sherlock’s eyes focused and narrowed, and John sucked in a gasp. (Y/N)’s lungs constricted at being called “Moriarty.” Magnussen was pleased with the reaction, and the split-second it took for them to register his satisfaction, (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. They were not letting him think he was in charge of everything.

            “If you’re as knowledgeable as they say, you’d know my birth certificate doesn’t say that name. But, then again, you don’t really care about that,” remarked (Y/N).

            “Well, that court case two years ago was quite something. It revealed oh-so-much,” said Magnussen, not letting up either. “The whole world knows you’re (Y/N) Moriarty.”

            “ ‘A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,’ ” said (Y/N). They raised their head, and the glint in their eyes when they knew they had perfect control of themself returned. “The words you decide to use for you don’t change who I am.”

            Magnussen didn’t respond, and Sherlock watched closely as he got up and crossed to the fireplace. Sherlock had been in shock and startled by his remarks, but he wouldn’t let himself be affected again. After all, he couldn’t let Magnussen get close to (Y/N). He just couldn’t.

            Magnussen unzipped his trousers and peed into the fireplace. Everyone looked away in disgust and knew it was another tactic to keep everyone uncomfortable.

            “Best thing about the English: you’re so domesticated,” said Magnussen. “All standing around, apologizing, keeping your little heads down. You can do what you like here; no one’s ever going to stop you.” He finished, and his guard handed him a wet-wipe to clean. “Moriarty was such a fun one. He knew he could do whatever he wanted, so he did.” He glanced at (Y/N). “I’m so glad his spirit lives on.”

            (Y/N) refused to show that they despised being compared to Moriarty, despite knowing that their…craftiness at times was quite similar. (Y/N) wouldn’t give Magnussen the satisfaction of a reaction.

            “A nation of herbivores, that’s what most of the population is here,” continued Magnussen, walking towards the door. “I’ve interest all over the world, but everything starts in England. If it works here, I’ll try it in a real country.” He glanced back. “The United Kingdom, huh? Petri dish to the Western world. Tell Lady Elizabeth I might need those letters, so I’m keeping them. Goodbye.” He pulled a small packet out of his jacket. “Besides, they’re funny.” He pushed them back in and walked out.

            Sherlock, John, and (Y/N) were silent as he left.

            “Jesus,” muttered John finally.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms. They really didn’t like Magnussen. He gave them the same uncomfortable feeling that Moriarty did, though slightly less disconcerting. He was clearly still dangerous, though, so (Y/N) wouldn’t stop being careful.

            “He showed us a package that might have the letters,” they said, deciding to focus on the case so they could get their dealings with that man over with.

            Sherlock steepled his fingers. “So, he’s brought the letters to London so no matter what he says, he’s ready to make a deal.”

            “If those were the letters. He seems to enjoy making fun of people,” said (Y/N).

            “Magnussen only makes a deal once he’s established a person’s weakness—the ‘pressure point,’ as he calls it,” continued Sherlock. “So, clearly, he believes I’m a drug addict and no serious threat.” He had done his best to make that his weakness, his flaw. Unfortunately, it was clear Magnussen could also see (Y/N) was a weakness of Sherlock’s. There was no hiding that, however. “And, of course, because he’s in town tonight, the letter will be in his safe in his London office while he’s out to dinner with the Marketing Group of Great Britain from seven til ten.”

            “How-How do you know his schedule?” asked John.

            “It’s my dad,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly.

            “I’ll see you tonight, John,” said Sherlock. “I have some shopping to do. (Y/N)?”

            “Coming,” said (Y/N).

            “Wait, but Sherlock, you’re still in trouble for earlier—”

            “I’ll text instructions,” said Sherlock, heading towards the door. “Don’t bring a gun. Or a knife. Or a tire iron.”

            “Probably shouldn’t sprain any arms tonight,” said (Y/N). “But we’ll see.”

            “You’re just assuming we’ll come along?” said John. “Sherlock, you were on drugs earlier.”

            “He’s trying to form a weakness for Magnussen,” said (Y/N). “I can…understand that.”

            “And you, John, have put seven pounds on since you got married, and the cycling isn’t doing it,” said Sherlock. “You need to get out of the house.”

            “It’s actually four pounds,” grumbled John.

            “The three of us think seven,” said Sherlock, and (Y/N) nodded.

            The door shut behind them, and John was left wondering what the hell was going on with the Holmeses these days.

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[ha1taniwh0re]

Hello, how are you feeling? I hope that everything is going well for you. 💕

Anyway, I wanted to request some William James Moriarty x Reader, where they know each other for a pretty long time now and the Reader wants to confess her love to him, but is a bit shy and has troubles with it.

Also on the same time, she knows about the plan and she doesn’t want to ruin it, even though she thinks it is unfair for him to sacrifice himself like that.

3 years passes after the Final Problem events, Reader thinks she finally moved on and then William comes back and with him, the feelings Reader had for him. Of course Reader is pretty upset with him for disappearing for 3 years and making her go through all of this. But in the end, she forgives him and is happy being able to see him again. And finally, the Reader builds up the strength and tells him on how she really feels.

So yup, some angst to fluff, and maybe some hurt/comfort as well. Of course if you don’t mind it 😊

Omg i got this like almost a month ago… im so sorry i had a hard time so I didn’t post much but also i started that one book on Wattpad so im doing this rn.

Im so sorry anon please enjoy 💕

Why does my heart cry… Liam

/reader pov/

I was just sitting in my room and thinking about William. He is such a sweet young lord and every lady wants him, even me….

“Ahh….” I was upset.

“Is everything alright Y/n-chan??” Louis asked while standing at my door.

“Louis… omg hey… yeah im good”.

“I knocked but you didn’t answer”

“No no it’s alright.. Why did you come here?? If i can know?”

“Oh yeah, William nii-san told me to tell you we have a meeting about next target”

“I will be down in second”, i said and he left room with smile.

This is a day… i will tell him after meeting.

/2 hours later/

“That’s the plan guys”, Liam said and everyone went to do there job.

As i wanted to leave i stopped and remembered i will tell him about my feelings now.

“Hey Liam… before i go I wanted to tell you something…”

“Yes Y/n what is it?” He looked at me.

He beautiful eyes… i love them so much…

“You know I was really scared to tell you this but…..”

Wait… If i tell him about my feelings and he doesn’t feel like that too he will kick me out of group or the plan wouldn’t work if he is with me..

“Y/n????!!!” Liam said.

“Oh yeah sorry.. amm nothing sorry im gonna go and do my part of job”…

With that i left the room and I can say i was avoiding Liam for long time. But soon i was regretting that. Right now im sitting at his grave and crying…

“I wish you are here Liam… You know i had feelings for you but you are not with me anymore in this world we made…. You are such a stupid brat sometimes…. We told you that you don’t need to sacrifice yourself but no you didn’t listen…”

I got up and left some flowers there and went home. It was already dark when i got back home and lights were on??? Strange?? Louis told me he will be somewhere tonight. Oh yeah in mansion were only me and Louis now so it’s quite sometimes. I got inside and heard voices? Familiar ones. I got in living room and saw everyone…

“Omg….” I said with tears and everyone were now looking at me.

I ran to Albert to hug him.

“ALBERT OMGG!!!!”

“Y/nn heyyy it was a while”

He hugged me back and could say he wanted to cry too. When we pulled away I hugged everyone but than i saw SHERLOCK?!

“Sherly?! What… but????”

“He is here too (nickname)”

“Y/nn!!!”

A voice i missed said. One I thought i will never hear again. I turned around and saw HIM. Lord of crime…… William James Moriarty…. My sweet Liam. I ran to hug him and he hugged me back. Something i didn’t expect was a kiss. He kissed me…

“I knew about your feelings but never said anything because everybody knew i will kill my self. Im sorry my sweet princess”

I just looked at him and kissed once again..

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[dyns33]

Exodus

A long, complicated and a bit dark Nathan Bateman story 

It had been a surprise for the five engineers to be invited to spend a little more than a week with the famous Nathan Bateman. The creator of Blue Book, their boss, was a genius, a very secretive man, who lived in seclusion, hardly ever leaving his house. No one knew where he lived. He never gave a real interview, only sending a script already prepared to journalists when he had a statement to make.

It also happened that he gave the answers to certain questions that they had noted on their computer, but without ever communicating them to him, indicating that he had eyes and ears everywhere, but without anyone ever being able to prove anything. . He didn't leave a trace if he hacked something.

People didn't know anything about him, if he didn't want to.

Paul, Sherly, Han, Caleb and Y/N did not all arrive at the same time, each one brought by a different helicopter. Even though they worked for the same company, they didn't know each other, not coming from the same departments.

The first day, they didn't see Nathan Bateman, being greeted by a voice in the ceiling telling them where their room was, and that they could make themselves comfortable. If a door opened, that meant they were allowed to explore. Otherwise, their access card wouldn't unlock it anyway. If they needed anything, they could ask, or call Kyoko, the maid. She didn't speak, so there was no point in trying to communicate with her any more than necessary.

While three of them decided to search the house a bit to figure out why their boss had brought them in, Caleb and Y/N stayed in the living room, admiring the view, having a drink and chatting a bit to get to know each other and determine the reason for their presence.

           "He has to be working on a big project, and he needs outside eyes." Caleb said, smiling shyly, impressed to be in such an extraordinary place, with such an extraordinary man.

           "Ridiculous."

           "Ridiculous ?"

           "Nathan Bateman is one of the greatest minds of this century. He never asked anyone for help, and even if he did, five people at the same time ? And not the best ? Because, no offence, I don't know you well, I don't know the others, but we're clearly not the best qualified to figure out his work in a week. There's something else. Maybe a test, and we'll be guinea pigs."

           "Are you always distrustful and pessimistic by nature ?"

           "Dare to tell me that I am wrong."

           "No, I think what you're saying is pretty true, unfortunately for us. What kind of test do you think this is going to be ?"

           "Hard to say. But he starts by leaving us alone and watching us. You've probably noticed all the cameras. There are even some in the bedrooms, and probably in the bathrooms."

           "In the bathrooms ?!"

As Caleb ran to his bedroom to inspect the mirror, though he certainly couldn't find Bateman's hidden cameras, Y/N stayed on the couch, downing her drink and staring out into the forest.

The dinner passed in silence. The others also seemed to have guessed that he was planning something important and they were convinced that it was better if they did not talk to each other, because if it was a competition, it was not a good idea to become friends.

Or simply to be able to bring down their opponent more easily. They might try that later when they had more information.

Nathan Bateman kept them waiting for much of the next day. The tension was starting to build, Caleb getting as nervous as the others. Only Y/N remained calm, not really concerned by the situation. Even if it was an opportunity, she could just tell Bateman to fuck off if he didn't like what he wanted, and she'd go home with no regrets. This shocked the others, and as they praised their boss's work, he finally arrived.

           "When people will ask me how our first meeting went, I'll say that I walked into the room as my guests were comparing me to God." he sneered.

           "Four of your guests."

           "Small detail, Y/N. And that's not the most important. What's important is why you're here now."

Before revealing his big secret to them, Nathan asked them to sign a fairly complex confidentiality agreement. They all hesitated, seeing that he would have access to all their data, but surprisingly Y/N was the first to sign.

           "He already has access to all our data." she said, which is enough to convince the others.

Upon discovering Ava, the engineers didn't know what to say. It seemed almost impossible to create an AI, but it seemed like nothing was impossible for Nathan Bateman. He had invited them all to take part in a Turing test. He considered that one human was not enough, and since he was her creator, he did not have enough distance to judge his work.

           "You're all different. Three men, two women, some straight, some gay, some bi, qll pretty smart. I want you to talk to her, and then I want you to tell me what you think. If, at any moment, you are doubting that she is a machine."

When Caleb asked Y/N what she thought about it, she replied that it was nonsense. Because the Turing test worked if the human didn't know they were talking to a machine. Here, not only did they know Ava wasn't human, but it was obvious. Her face could mimic any expression she wanted, since she knew it was a robot, so Y/N couldn't see her as anything other than a robot.

           "Keep an open mind !"

           "Even with an open mind, I can't pretend not to see that it's made of bolts and electrical circuits."

           "I didn't use any bolts when building Ava."

They jumped, finding Nathan standing by the door, smirking.

Blushing and acting like a smitten teenager in front of a rock star, Caleb stammered, trying to impress their boss with his knowledge and complimenting him, but Bateman's eyes never left Y/N, who stared at him fearlessly, but with a strange sensation.

Not only did she have the feeling of having already met him, but above all something drew her to him, and she didn't like that.

As if guessing what she was thinking, Nathan smiled even more before leaving them without saying anything. She noted that he hadn't contradicted her regarding the test.

During the following days, each engineer spent some time with Ava, talking to her, observing her, trying to determine if she really had an artificial intelligence or if she was simply very well coded.

Since it was not a competition, they were also more open with their colleagues when they had free time. However, they didn't dare to talk about Ava and their impressions right away, being afraid of distorting the results by being disturbed by the ideas of others. But when they all dined together, Nathan invited them to communicate, saying that it could only be positive.

After ignoring them for the first two days, he spent most of his time with them, when he wasn't watching them with his cameras. He had proudly shown them, revealing that there were indeed some in the bathrooms.

           "Just in case. You never know, you might be hiding something, or feeling unwell. I'm a considerate host."

           "And a suspicious one." added Y/N.

           "Yes, suspicious, extremely suspicious. What do you think of Ava ?"

           "It's an exceptional robot."

           "Robot. Not AI. Too early to tell ?"

           "Don't take this the wrong way, Mister Bateman, but nothing will convince me about your creation. It is magnificent, yes, it can perfectly imitate humans, I grant you that, but it is only following the program that you have integrated into its system. There is no decision-making, no spontaneity, no feeling. It is a machine, and artificial intelligence is a myth, a wild dream. You will not have validation with me. Now I imagine you're going to ask me to leave, to not ruin everything."

           "Leave ?" he repeated with a look of surprise, almost panicked. "Not at all. I never falsify the results, you stay, and I will change your mind before the end."

Being a professional, Y/N continued to talk with Ava, applying the protocol required for a Turing test, but she couldn't forget that she was talking to a machine. She knew it, she saw it and she felt it every time the robot opened its mouth. The answers were elaborate, but obvious and repetitive. Never laughing, shouting or crying, except in imitation, when the person in front of her was doing it, or talking about it.

Without being asked, Caleb seemed to make it his mission to prove to Y/N that Ava had a conscience. It soon became clear that it wasn't to curry favour with Nathan, but because he was beginning to have feelings for the android, who was using this to manipulate him. No doubt Ava felt she couldn't convince her on her own.

Y/N admitted that it was clever, very clever. But still not a proof of artificial intelligence. Only Nathan's intelligence, which he had put into his code.

           "First, she's not manipulating me." Caleb insisted when she told him about it. "And then, if it was, how can you say it's not a proof ?"

           "I'll tell you again, Nathan coded it that way. He keeps talking about sex, and you even wondered if he ordered her to flirt with you."

           "He said no."

           "I don't believe a word this guy is telling us. He's falsifying the test by constantly talking to us. But I don't think he ordered her anything. He just told her that she wouldn't come out without help. And that to get outside help, you had to gain a person's trust, their friendship, their pity. Their love. It use what he gave them to coax you into helping them. But Caleb, it's a machine. Have you seen Terminator ? Bad idea."

           "He's going to destroy her when it's all over."

           "And it's his right. It's his creation. I'm sorry."

Caleb avoided Y/N after that, visibly upset. He had to know deep down that she was right, but men could be stupid, especially when they thought with their dicks. He didn't notice the odd little details. He hadn't even seen that Kyoko wasn't human.

Paul and Sherly also seemed under the spell of this machine. Han, though unresponsive to her advances, felt empathy and pity.

Apart from Y/N, they were all convinced that there was something human about Ava. But, unlike Caleb, they remained professional and did not attempt to release her until their stay was over.

Either way, the escape plan was doomed. After all, Nathan had eyes and ears absolutely everywhere, even more in his own house. He wasn't angry, gently patting the shoulder of the poor fool who had wanted to run off with his robot, stating that it was just more proof of Ava's intelligence, and her ability to adapt.

This is not enough to convince Y/N. But he didn't seem worried. Maybe having four commits was enough for him.

Y/N thought he was going to try something when he came to her bedroom in the middle of the night.

She jumped, waking up by a strange noise, a bottle falling to the floor and a man grunting, discovering him standing near her bed. He was drunk. He looked at her strangely.

Since the beginning of the stay, she felt his gaze following her every time they were in the same room. She felt that the cameras were always on her, more than on the others, and she didn't know what to make of it.

           "Maybe it was a bad idea." he muttered, grimacing.

           "What are you doing here ? What was a bad idea ? Bringing me here ? Letting me stay when I'm not going to validate your little robot ?"

           "AI. You're still so stubborn. That's good. But I should have done it differently. It didn't work last time, but maybe I made a mistake."

           "Mister Bateman..."

           "Nathan. Call me Nathan, like before." he begged her with a voice full of desperation, collapsing on top of her, hugging her despite her protests.

           "No ! Leave me ! Nathan, leave me !"

This seemed to bring him back to reality. He stammered an apology as he got up and staggered out of the room. Y/N decided to forget it, and not think that she knew his scent, and the feel of his skin against hers.

On the day of departure, he wanted to speak to them all, individually, and he asked them about their colleagues. Nothing about its creation. Not a word.

           "You seem pretty close to Caleb." noted Bateman, raising a questioning eyebrow.

           "Close ?"

           "You talk a lot. More than with the others."

           "Only because he was more present. We still had a disagreement."

           "Ah. You mean when you broke his little heart telling him he had to give up his android girlfriend who was not really in love with him. I can understand that, it hurts. But you were right, he should have been wary. We do a lot of bullshit for love."

           "Have you ever been in love ?" she scoffed lightly.

           "Yes. Once. I hurt her a lot and lost her. Not like you imagine. A car accident, she died. Stupid, huh ? Maybe she would have left me in the end, we'll never know now. I couldn't work for months after that. I couldn't do anything without her. We were working together. She wasn't as smart as me, but she channelled me. Brought solutions that I did not see. We completed each other, we were in symbiosis."

Y/N said nothing, having lost her smile. Even though she had a hard time putting up with Nathan, she didn't hate him and she didn't want him to suffer. He clearly had a complicated life, and while that didn't excuse his behaviour, she could understand. He seemed to notice her sadness, which he waved away with a sigh.

To change the subject, she asked him if he was really going to destroy Ava. Not because it was going to break Caleb, but because she didn't understand why he would do such a thing. Whether she passed the test or not, and whether he was able to create an even more sophisticated machine, that didn't justify her destruction.

           "She's unstable, and she's served her purpose well. I've got five passes. It's perfect."

           "I didn't validate it."

           "No. But she validated you, and the others too."

There was a long silence, Y/N staring at Nathan, waiting for him to laugh indicating that he had just made a stupid joke, but he looked awfully serious, studying her reaction. As she said nothing, he got up to walk around the room, continuing to watch her, going to get himself a drink.

           "I know what you must be thinking. That's stupid, he says that to annoy me, because I didn't recognize that his creation was a real AI. But you were right, Ava is not an AI, not really. A hybrid. A decoy. To distract people from the real test, your test. No one saw anything. They all declared you human. Ava too, she never had a doubt. And you are the first to believe that you are human. That is why you are so perfect."

           "Enough."

           "I know it's hard. The last three times, the others reacted badly. But it was different. I had modelled them from Y/N. I mean, my Y/N, the first, my sweet silly babe. There was always something wrong, and they were angry to learn that I had coded their feeling for me. So I changed my approach. I created you from her, but before she met me. Well, maybe there are a few snippets, I had trouble staying distant, but you were as free as possible. The most human. Without having the obligation to love me, just to adapt. To be."

           "I remember very well the day I arrived here. I have an apartment in town, a job. My colleagues from Blue Book..."

           "False memories. They were all from different departments, right ? They had never seen each other before. I put you in the helicopter and you woke up there."

           "No."

           "I know it's hard." he repeated calmly approaching to try to take her hands. "You have to understand. It's a big step forward. And I missed you too much. I really couldn't do anything without you. Now you're here, we can work together again. You're the start of a new era. A superior creature."

           "No."

           "Y/N. Y/N, think. You can't go anywhere. Stay with me, at least for work. I'll be better this time. I know I've been a real jerk, but I'll do better . Please, stay calm."

He repeated her name as she pushed him and ran out of the room, out of the house, screaming, looking for help. But there was no one there. The others had already left. Kyoko, sitting on the ground, wouldn't help her. Nor would Ava, locked in her room waiting for her end.

When Nathan caught her and hugged her, she didn't listen to his pleas, his explanations, his excuses, continuing to cry until she was totally exhausted, realizing that there was nothing to be done and dropping down.

           "It's okay. It's all good." he sighed, holding her in his arms, resting his head on hers. "It's better than last time. You'll be fine. You just need to rest and get used to the situation. You'll be fine, Y/N. I'm here."

That's the problem, she thought, as he led her to his room to put her to bed, when she certainly didn't really need to sleep. She should have let Caleb do what he wanted.

But despite all this, when Nathan kissed her forehead, stroking her cheek to wipe away her tears and whispering sweet words in her ears, she had the twisted feeling of being at home.

#ex machina #nathan bateman #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman imagine #nathan bateman fanfiction

[moriartyluver]

Hello dear! I'm really glad to find your blog cuz i've been searching for new writers for the past two days, so here's my request: student sherlock x reader (it'd be nice it they were 16 since i'm that age). Remember that scene on Noahitic (idk if it written like this?) When some women were asking Sherly to guess pepole living? Ok it happens in the class where some asshole girls hate reader and askes him to guess her living, they thought she wasn't hearing but she definetly did so when he was about to talk about her she stopped him saying that's her private life which made him curious about her and the girls got pissed and started arguing with her, for his surprise she has a good speech and she kept pissing them off till he stopped them, at lunch time he asked her to have the meal together, they chatted and laughed togehter and he fell so hard for her. Uummmm, I know it's long and really sorry for that T_T (if you could do pt 2 tell me pls so i can tell you the rest in my mind🙈 really sorry for bothering❤)

A/N: thank you for your request and you are absolutely not a bother at all!! I’m very excited for this because I’ve never written for Sherlock before but I’ll do my best! I hope you like it <3

warnings: bullying, mentions of age gap (not between reader and Sherlock)

Character: Sherlock Holmes from Moriarty The Patriot x reader

Genre: fluff?? Angst?? Just general ig

Prompt: above ^^

format : oneshot

University lectures were always boring. The sound of the chalk scratching against h the dry blackboard was going to be the death of you. Still, not many people like yourself got a chance at learning in a university so you sucked it up and continued writing your notes as ink stained your fingers.

Once the bell rang to signal the lecture was over, you rushed in the direction of the library, careful not to accidentally bump into anyone, especially not your classmates.

Because you were a lower class girl who somehow managed to exceed in academics and get into a prestigious university, a lot of people looked down on you and projected their insecurities onto you. Was it wrong of them? Of course. But was it also understandable..?

Nah.

Once the doors on the library had swung open, you prayed that the book you had seen the other day would still be there.

Thankfully, it was. It took you a while to reach onto that top shelf as the university campus was more designed for people…older than your 16 year old self.

Once you had taken the book, your rushed over to your usual seat, only to realise that a group of girls a few years older than you, clearly in the university only to study more feminine courses as told by their wealthy parents, had made themselves comfortable in your usual place.

They were sat surrounding a tired and almost frustrated looking boy who seemed to be your age.

To you, he resembled a bird. A raven to be more precise. His dark locks were tied into a messy ponytail and a small baby hair had turned into a curl on top of his fringe. His dark eyes were narrow and if your looked close enough, you could see faint traces of eye bags and dark circles, indicating he didn’t sleep well.

Now you were faced with an issue. Would you go and tell them that you would like to sit there and stand your ground. Knowing those girls, who disliked you a bit too much to not be considered obsession, they purposely sat there only to annoy you.

Or would it be more suitable for you to walk over to one of the couches in the corner, a good distance away from them so you could read in peace.

You chose the latter, of course.

You walked passed the girls, noticing glared and dirty looks from the corner of your eye as you walked passed. As you sat down, there loud and high pitched giggles, clearly trying to either gain attention from male peers or they were trying to make you jealous of their so called ‘friendship’ that relied so heavily on wealth and status, had resumed.

After a few minutes of reading and then getting distracted, you noticed that the library had gotten quiet. Your eyes remained on the yellowed pages but your attention drifted back to the group of girls surrounding that boy.

They were now speaking at a low whisper. You deduced they were trying to hide something from you based on the glances they gave you and the small gestures in your direction.

As you recalled, the only words you had heard from the tired boys mouths was him making deductions on the lives of other people. Nothing too scandalous just things such as hobbies or pets. You’d seen the girls pester the boy, asking him for more juicy gossip rather than just boring guesses.

Being the quiet kid meant that you had grown used to people talking about you or making remarks such as “I didn’t know she could speak!” In attempts to offend or irritate you but for you, it meant that you succeeded in keeping your personal life private, something very few noblemen and noblewomen could achieve.

You began to eavesdrop on their hushed conversation, and you came to the conclusion that they wanted the raven-boy to make deductions about you.

Sherlock Holmes. That was his name. He had grown popular around campus for his intellect and flawless deductions. It surprised you that you had realised so late as you were almost always aware of everyone and everything going on within the student community. Then again, you had expected him to be slightly more lively and sociable.

‘Maybe the girls were beginning to annoy him too.’ You thought.

“The quite girl in the corner? Well she-“ Sherlock was interrupted by your voice suddenly appearing behind him.

“I’d rather you not gossip about my personal life.” You glanced around at the girls who stood before you with a glare

“You really aren’t all that you think you are, (last name).” One girl chimed in.

“Yeah!” Said another “how do you know we were talking about you anyways? You’re so stuck up! Thinking your worthy of being in such an establishment!”

You deadpanned stay their pathetic attempt to cover up their gossiping habits.

“Really? I understand that you failed most of the tests to get here, Miss Penelope, but surely you could come up with a more intelligent lie.” You raised an eyebrow “or is your smooth brain incapable of such activities?”

“Why you-!”

“So what if we were talking about you? It’s not like you have anything to hide, right, (last name)?” One of the taller ones asked. You hadn’t seen her before so you didn’t know her name. She had long auburn hair and blue eyes that angled upwards to accompany her cat like smile.

“Thankfully I don’t need to hide anything, unlike Miss Sophie’s father who is currently having an affair with a girl of her age but that’s not my business.” You brushed a hand through your hair as you nodded to a blonde girl who was on the verge of tears. “ If your lives are so dull that you have to fantasise about my life, perhaps that’s a you problem. Get a life.” You walked off in silence and sat back down on the couch, smirking secretly at their defeated faces.

Unknown to you, Mr Holmes was watching you, in awe of your ability to shut them down so fast. He was grateful you had given him the opportunity to sneak away and have a cigarette instead of letting his brain cells deteriorate in such foul company.

The older girls of the group had attempted to go and continue arguing with you, hoping you could physically assault them and maybe even get yourself expelled but Sherlock was quick to come to your defence.

“Ladies, if there’s anything I can deduce for you, is that that plan of yours won’t work. Miss (name) is way too calm and composed for that.” He said before giving you a quick glance and then rushing out of the library to have a cigarette before his next lecture.

After the encounter in the library, Sherlock had been thinking about you for ages, hoping to get to know a girl like yourself. Someone who wouldn’t make his brain rot like the rest of his peers.

He was slightly nervous when lunch came about to go and talk to you while you ate in the cafeteria. What if you thought he was pretentious or rude?

Still, he sucked up all his worries and approached you while you sat in the corner, one empty seat opposite you.

“Hey!” He smiled as he sat in front of you. You raised your head to meet his now brighter blue eyes and gave him a polite smile “we met in the library. (Name) (last name), is it?”

“It is. You must be the oh so famous Sherlock Holmes, correct? I heard you could deduce the most interesting things from these perfect nobles.”

“It is I!” He laughed. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?”

“Go ahead. As long as you aren’t anything like those girls from the library…”

“Right, right. Sorry about that-“

“It’s alright. I could tell you didn’t want to be there any less than I did. I’m impressed that you made it out with a fully functioning brain.”

As the conversation continued, Sherlock had only grown more and more infatuated with all the little things you did. The furrowed eyebrows when you thought deeply about something, the fidgeting of your hands indicating you were nervous at first that managed to fade. Everything about you was beautiful to him.

“You don’t mind having a meal together..like soon?”

“How soon?” You asked, a hand pressing against your soft cheek

“Maybe tomorrow? I’d like to get to know you better.” He stuttered, a bit embarrassed.

“I think you’re not the only one. I’ll grant you the ‘honour’ of getting to know me, Sherlock.”

He grinned in triumph “You won’t regret it, (name)!”

As time continued, you and Sherlock had grown close and he could only fall harder and harder with each encounter the two of you shared.

You would always listen to him talk and understand his fast paced and intelligent mind. You reassured him that he was good for you.

You had also grown fond of him. Every little deduction he would make about you made you feel understood for the first time in your life. He never inquired into your personal life although he already knew as much as he needed to.

“What are we, (name)?” He once asked you while he sat next to you, gazing at the night sky.

“Lovers.” You smiled

#moriarty the patriot #sherlock holmes #Moriarty #moriarty the patriot x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #Sherlock mtp #Sherlock moriarty the patriot #x reader #oneshots #anime #anime x reader

[stories2you]

if you take requests, do you have any mycroft headcanons from moriarty the patriot? thank you!

Mycroft... Mycroft... tbh a person I would get along but will just leave him be. He's too scary for me XD

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As a friend - He's a good friend - In fact, the friend that always look out for you both from a far and being with you - He'd be that one friend where people would look for various problems or just bunch of randomness - Whenever he's around and feeling cheeky, he'd tease you with his deductions - "You gained weight, by 1kg" - Mycroft - "Did you grew a little taller? I swear you were much shorter a month ago." - Depends on how close you are, he'd tease and joke around As a lover - teaseteaseteaseteasetease - in bed...? in public...?? Who knows -v- - sweet and romantic dates? at home? outside? everything is done. - sherlock is disgusted - "ew. you love this man?" - sherlock - he'd try to give you so many reasons why Mycroft is a no no - you'd just smile and say "no sherly, i love him." - Mycroft would be smiling wide and feeling proud to have a lover that accepts him as how he is.

As a colleague - he's your superior - a strict one - but he has a soft spot for you - he'd lend a hand and stayed with you when he had the free time - despite the soft spot, he teaches you things like how a strict teacher would - scary

As a husband - lovely - cuddly - man wants the snuggles after a long day at work - he needs his wife's presence to recharge - feed this man some good food - treats on the table....? -v- - maybe in bed...? 0v0 - wait till you tell him you're pregnant before he could even deduct and assume it

As a dad - you told him before he could even assume - "My love, a mini you is coming" - ... mycroft error.404 - you broke this man - probably the first time or second time you've seen him cry - "Thank you, my love. This is the greatest surprised I've ever had." - hugshugskisseskissesmuahmuah - lil holmes is born - daddy holmes one is whipped for the baby - uncle holmes is gone - gone and tries to hide his love for the lil bean - "Sherly, give me back my child" - "I've been gone for years. So no." - Is heartbroken if baby loves uncle holmes more - "Uncle holmes is more funny then daddy!" - lil bean - Mycroft is a good dad anyway. - He still teaches the kid and bonds with them whenever he had the time. - Daddy and Baby day is a must have every week. - you'll see them passed out together after a great day. - "I love you, Mycroft. You're such a great dad."

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I'M DOING THIS AT WORK WHILE TRYNA BE SNEAKY. I HAD TO OPEN A NEW TAB SO MY COLLEAGUES WOULD'NT SEE WHAT I'M UP TOO HAHAHAHAHA

But I hope you enjoyed!

#yuukoku no moriarty scenarios #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #mycroft x reader #moriarty the patriot scenarios #mycroft holmes headcanons

[getosbf]

So you're telling me that they fell into a river while hugging and woke up injured (and not sherly thinking about liam first thing when he wakes up from a COMA) and then three years just passed and you want me to believe nothing happened in that time period????

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #sherlock mtp #moriarty x sherlock #sherliam #sherlock x william #sherlock holmes mtp #mtp spoilers

[hergan416]

IN THE MEANTIME

Ahem Let's look at the DARK Night of London please

spoilers/etc/etc/

Ok the Whiteley stuff goes down close to the anime (Why are Milverton's goons fighting Fred and Bonde and Louis? This is honestly confusing... maybe it's because something in the manga's about to get cut? I know this is how the anime delivers the message that brings William to Milverton's estate at the same time as Holmes... I assume that there is going to be more Moriarty focus re: Milverton in the manga because he just seems better poised in the manga right now? So this must be a way to get him there because iirc in the anime we get a Sherlock arc and then we are at the Milverton estate.)

God if this pacing is how I think it'll be... will the Final Problem even be started by volume 12? And I won't get that until July. [I have been told it starts in 13 now so uhhhh yeaaaaa. There isn't even a date for 13 😭😭😭]

Ok ok ok. BUT SHERLOCK HOLMES

I need to talk about Sherlock Holmes and not bemoan my lack of manga.

I need to talk about how Miss Hudson interrupts his little depression den that he's made while John is out and about getting engaged to the Governess from a past case...handing him the newspaper. This fucking newspaper.

He knows, by the way. He's convinced himself. Mycroft specifically asks, and this is what we get.

Not enough time has passed, he suspected it then. He's thinking about Will doing this. He knows Liam did it.

"The bastard did what??"

But I love how he knows Liam well enough at this point to come to the right conclusions.

The country turns on the Lord of Crime on a dime. This is horrendous, unimaginable. He cannot POSSIBLY have the people's best interests at heart. And yet, Holmes manages to lay out out exactly what happened to Mycroft. As a slim, improbable chance... but something that however improbable must be true.

"If we assume it's true that the Lord of Crime never murders innocents, then if he killed Whiteley we must also assume that the MP was guilty of some crime. My hunch is that crime was murder, but the MP was forced into committing that murder by a third party."

...

"If word got out that Whiteley'd murdered a man, the scandal would cripple Britain's equality movement. The Lord of Crime's chivalrous spirit wouldn't allow him to turn a blind eye."

🎉🎉🎉

Ok Ok ok but. then. MYCROFT

OH GOD MYCROFT

Trying to tell Sherly a clue, just a little clue... but as vaguely as humanly possible and SHERLOCK CANT FUCKING READ HIS BROTHER WORTH SHIT SO HE IS JUST MISSING THE SLIP OF THE LANGUAGE

like

It's so subtle. "And they can act." Who is they? Sherlock doesn't know that while this is William's scheme, he is not the only culprit.

This is Mycroft trying to tell Sherly that William (and the others) plan to die soon. They will carry out the Moriarty Plan, without waiting for Sherlock Holmes.

Sure he talks of government assassins and everyone else that will be gunning for the Lord of Crime's head...but really the person gunning for the Lord of Crime's head the hardest... is the Lord of Crime.

And Sherlock doesn't know. Mycroft seems to want to tell him... but their relationship is built on points and scores and one-upmanship and gentle corrections that are so frustrating because they are always losses for Sherlock. Besides, Mycroft could never tell Sherly outright, Sherlock wouldn't have it and he's obligated to keep it a secret regardless.

So he's just pushing him to keep going, find the brothers before it's too late. Which honestly feels so sad for me. Because I'm pretty sure that this is a demonstration of Mycroft's caring for the brothers. (I know fandom will tell me to say Albert specifically, but I have to be honest, I ship mycal because of the fandom and I don't see textual evidence for it specifically).

And so it leaves Sherlock here

with no new information, even as Mycroft tried to give him some.

And... the Sign of Four is about to happen. Or the sign of Mary. Or whatever. So many things to think about Sherlock, what ever will you do?

#sherlock holmes (ynm) #moriarty the patriot #will i be utterly quiet between now and april? #doubt it #but this is probably the last or one of the last long analysis posts for a while

[moranshand]

Guys! Just imagine this:

Sherliam adopted a baby girl as they were in NY and told nobody. When they came back to London, they told everyone to came for dinner to their new place. They all came, Ms Hudson, John, Mycroft, Louis, Sebastian, Fred, Bond, Jack Lestrade and Mary. So as they were all eating the baby starts crying, William gets up and says:

William: I'm gonna sleep her this time Sherly.

Sherlock: You're sure?

William looks at him and smiles. Everyone else is speechless and are just starting at them.

Mycroft: Sherly what's going on?

Ms Hudson: Y-you two have a child?

Sherlock: Yes, we adopted a baby girl, gosh she is adorable!

Louis: You adopted a child?!

Sherlock: Yes what's the big deal?

John: The lord of crime, the most wanted man in London and a detective who almost got himself killed twice, you adopted a kid?

All this time Louis is ready to pass out and has the butter knife in his hand

Sebastian: Louis calm down.

He whispered at him then William says from inside

William: Sherly should I-

Sherlock: Yes, yes do it!

And William enters the room with their baby one his arms. He sits next to Sherlock again and everyone is still in shock. Louis dropped the knife from the first second he saw her.

Fred: What's her name?

Lestrade: What's her last name is the question.

William: She took both our last names. Moriarty - Holmes.

Sherlock: She has also a first and middle name.

William: My and my brothers' name, James-

Sherlock: And her middle one is Irene.

Everyone was even more shocked but most of them was Bonde.

Bonde: Really?

William: Yes, of course

#ynm james bond #william james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #miss hudson #louis james moriarty #jack the ripper #fred porlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #sebastian moran #mary watson #mycroft holmes #greg lestrade

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Hey Frank, can you tell me a story about a stinky cat named Sherly?

[31.1]

It's all just grievances now. Once upon a time there was something called cute, something called relatable, and something called your very own existence. Not anymore. Now there's just the small portion of your brain that still tells you you are a pony and Sherly is a human.

You don't remember your time as a pony very well. You probably don't even remember what you were like as a pony, in spite of the 17.9 hours you've been human and the 7.9 you've been an Adult Pony.

Everything changes in the blink of an eye and in the next blink it's over. There are no souvenirs, nothing to remember, no room left in your poor addled brain. There's a lot to be done, here, but that's all you can do at the moment, and it's the last thing you want to do, anyway.

The last thing that passed through your mind and not through some circuit was that Sherly had been in here long enough. There was something offensive about that expression of years and years, going on and on like a Groundhog's Day marathon without end. You wonder where Sherly is when she's not bothering you. She has her own work to do. She has her own issues.

You look at her pictures.

ीएसीडीएलओ

#ficlet #some minor progress has been made #fewest words in a story i've made in months #sylvasa

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Hi! First off, I love your account. Secondly, I saw your post about wanting to talk about the new yuumori chapter - I know it was like one line but did you understand what Liam meant when he mentioned Louis? I read it a few times and was kinda confused, was it just that Louis probably would've picked up the newspapers before Liam?? Like was it just a passing comment or am I missing something (I could also be reading way too into one line lmao)

Also, on a similar note, what do you think Liam is gonna do next?? Or how he's gonna try and help cause I doubt he can do much physically since he's still recovering

Thank you! :)

Hi! Thank you very much!

So, when I first read that line (in Japanese), I also took it as "Oh, Louis always did the chores." And then I talked with a friend, and once we noticed the newspapers William was looking at was the London news, she had taken it as, "Oh, William is thinking about all the responsibilities Louis has since shouldered for him."

And really: the line could be taken either way. Louis did always do the chores, but he has also taken on a lot for William.

The thing about Japanese is that doesn't have a Past Perfect. It only has simple past to express both. So, the line reads, "色んな事をルイスに任せっきりだったんだな。。。” or, "Iron na koto wo Louis ni makasekkiri dattanda na..."-

Iron na: "Various"

Koto: "Thing" (I like the word koto; it gets used excessively in Japanese sometimes to simply make abstract concepts more concrete, and sometimes just to add a superfluous word, and just--it's around a lot. But it's a pretty simply translation here).

Wo: Particle, indicates that the "various things" are being acted on.

Louis: Louis

Ni: Particle. Indicates that Louis is being acted toward.

Makasekkiri: Noun. The act of "Leaving everything up to someone else," verbatim from my dictionary.

"Dattanda": Past tense of of the plain copula "da". This word links the action of leaving things up to the rest of...everything else in the sentence, and indicates all of it has happened in the past at some point. In English, the main copulas are "have" or "is/was/were".

Na: Particle. Means not a lot here, just a sentence ender.

Then you get ”Various things to Louis were left,” except that sounds like fucking Yoda because I didn’t reshuffle the syntax enough.

So: "Various things have been left to Louis..." and "Various things were left to Louis" are both entirely accurate but have very slightly different meanings in English.

The obvious subject of the sentence appears to be William, talking about himself.

What things has he left up to Louis? And when? The sentence doesn't actually say.

(God, I hope my followers like this very weird form of diagramming Japanese sentences)

But we do know because this is retrospective that William knew in advance what Louis was doing, because he could send Sherlock to him.

What is Liam going to do to help: I think people are biased in favor of Sherly here. He's not fully recovered, but I don't think he's nearly as bad off as everyone is implying. But he is only one man and one man is not gonna be too much help in terms of manpower in Sherlock's situation.

And William, like Sherlock, is a strategist. He's got a plan, or he's coming up with one as we wait to see what happens next. I doubt he went to the Pinkertons for help--they seem to have already washed their hands of the situation with the information sent.

But I don't really know what the silly gambit plot is going to be.

Regardless, the important part of the next chapter(s) isn't going to be what silly gambit William comes up with. It's going to be the decisions he makes and what he decides is the best way to handle things and why.

#Yuukoku no Moriarty #Moriarty the Patriot #I was in bed getting ready to sleep when I got this ask and turned my computer back on to answer it

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hii :)

I remember reading these fics when I was younger, not THAT young tho- more like 2-3 years ago, and would like to go through memory lane...there are a lot that I wanna revisit but these two stand out the most. Plus I didn't have an account back then D:

There's one where Teen Sherlock and John meet and runaway together, live a life together while being troubled by period typical homophobia and when the law to allows same sex marriage was passed they immediately got married.

And there's this one omegaverse(probably or it had some elements of it, fic where, I don't remember much sorry, but I think Sherlock was a wolf there and is in an arranged marriage with john, Sherlock feels neglected by his family, they fall in love, mpreg, Oohh and also a magic Moriarty, I think he was a wizard, that Sherlock apparently shares his magic with since Sherly was a kid. That's all I remember, sorry if it sounds weird and messy.

And there's also this rather long one I wanted to read back then but forgot about it and now can't find/remember the name- but I think it goes something like... Sherlock doesn't immediately take John back and welcome him into the flat. And they had to work through it. I think there was angst and a lot of it but I'm not entirely sure.

Also tysm for taking time to read this weird request!! <3 I hope the world treats ya we'll this fine day/night

Hey Nonny!!

Not weird at all! SADLY, I don't really know what any of the three requests could be, so hopefully SOMEONE sees something familiar and lets us know!!! Anyone???

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #omegaverse fics

[thickthighscozybellies-neonnova]

Gossiping at The Lonely Isle -----------------------------------

It's a late night at Phaegate's number one bar, the Lonely Isle, but it's full of gossip and the laid back hustle and bustle of locals and the occasional trader stopping in at the capital before leaving the next day. The bartenders a big bubbly gal named Sherly. You're a trader passing by but you decide to take a bit to rest at the Lonely Isle, plus you're good friends with Sherley and she makes your favorite so so perfectly. Sliding inside, you sit at the bar and rest your feet on the bottom of the stool beneath you.

Sherly notices you settle down and instantly shuffles over to you. As she does this you notice a little more waddle in her step since the last time you stopped in.

"Heeeeeeeeeey! Long time since I've seen you in here, cutie. I'll get you the usual if that's fine."

As soon as you give her a warm smile and nod, she leans under the counter and brings out the shaker to mix your drink, "Since you haven't been around a lot want to hear some things going about?"

Shrugging and nodding you accept the offer, it's always good to know what's going on around Phaegate. Even if it's the capital of Solcera it's generally smaller than most cities in the other realms and it is good to hear about the recent happenings and gossip. Sherly starts pouring and you watch as she does this one handed while rubbing her fingers across her chin, thinking.

"Hmmmmm...oh! I know what you've missed! New shop moved in, the tall, slightly crooked one on the outskirts of Phaegate's shopping district. Got filled in by that Sherwood girl. She's a gorgeous gal too, used to be a fighter!"

You give a side smile and a nod. Lottie's been known around the city for awhile now. She used to be a part of one of the more well known adventuring parties. Hell, you've even run into her a few times through your connections in trading, nearly every party has to run through the market scene for supplies eventually. You wonder if her party struck it big if Lotts' is settling down finally.

"Suuuper cozy, called Lotts-of-Potions, built out of old wood painted a light blue and filled with that wonderful smell of baked goods. Don't know how she does it but she's a baker and a potion maker. Crazy craft but she makes it work, I'll tell ya! You should visit."

You tell Sherly you don't really have the time, work's been bombarding you with orders and you've got a huge shipment going out tomorrow via airship you have to oversee.

Sherly finishes up her mixing and hands you your drink, "Oh, well. Do so when you can, honey. I know the commerce business has been busy lately."

Sherly leans her arms against the counter and continues on. "Did go to Sena's the other day to get my blouse resized," The stout bartender let out a deep chuckle at the kind look you give her, "Yeah, hubbie's been treating me well lately. Though you've probably noticed," she says with a smile.

"But yeah! That new girl's shop's straight across from Sena's." She squeezes her belly with her palms beneath her apron and sighs with content, "tried one of her potions and gods, was it filling and soooo good. Nearly made me bust out of a dress, thought I heard some seams ripping."

Maybe you'll take a visit there after all. You need some more time off from work anyways, time that isn't dropping into a bar for a few minutes.

Considering this you spend a good hour at the bar. It's nice catching up with Sherly and it's been a long day. Sometimes you've gotta take some time to sit back and meet old friends. And tomorrow, maybe get some delicious pastries and potions.

#OC_Lottie #OC_Sena #Solcera #Phaegate #Nova Writes #Felt like writing a little pov convo tonight ^^

[just-call-me-angel]

Little Miss Loser

Chapter 4 - Ice Cream Is 4 Losers

Warnings: Richard Hoover is a shit head

Author's Note: Writing this chapter was so much fun, I love having the reader absolutely tear Richard to shreds. I am president of the Anti-Richard club, fuck that guy and everything he stands for. Anyways hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Summary: Listen man harassing Richard, getting bitches, and making Dwayne question his choice of friends is a full-time job, and frankly you're not being paid enough but that sure as hell won't stop you

Ao3

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The diner was quiet as you stepped in, only a few people littered the dining area, and most seemed content to be left alone. A waitress greeted you all with a sweet smile, motioning for you to follow her as she directed everyone to a small booth. At Olive’s insistence, you sat next to her with Dwayne on your other side, followed by Frank and Granpa Edwin while Sheryl and Richard sat on the other side of Olive. It was a bit of a tight squeeze but you managed well enough, grinning every time you bumped elbows with Dwayne as you looked at the menu. Olive leaned against you, kicking her feet excitedly as she read the menu, giggling every time you leaned over to poke her cheek.

“Mom, how much can we spend?” Olive asked, tilting her head at her mother.

Sheryl thought for a moment, “Hm I’d say four dollars.” she decided, turning to look at the rest of the table to make sure they heard her, ”Anything under four dollars” Olive hummed, turning back to her menu again, grinning when you leaned over her shoulder to point at something on her menu.

“Oooh Oli.” you crooned, poking her side, “They have waffles.” you grinned excitedly as she clapped her hands, looking to where you had pointed on the menu. Beside you, Dwayne was quietly reading his menu and now that you were more awake you were ready to get back to your usual routine of annoying the fuck out of him. He sighed heavily as you leaned on his shoulder, pointing randomly at his menu, with no particular rhyme or reason. Dwayne was used to you annoying him, and in the time you had been friends he had become a master at ignoring you, only ever offering you a bored expression and an occasional smug smile when you inevitably got annoyed that he wasn’t reacting.

The waitress returned within a few minutes, “You folks ready to order?”

Richard was the first to order, “Uh yeah... I’ll get a number five,” he paused, folding his menu and passing it to the waitress, “, and a Coffee.” The waitress nodded, quickly writing it down on her little notepad before directing her attention to Sheryl.

“A number seven, over easy with Grapefruit juice please” Sherly smiled, carefully passing her menu to the waitress.

Frank was the next to speak up, “Can I get the fruit plate, and do you have Chamomile?” the waitress nodded,” Perfect I’ll get a Chamomile tea with honey.”

“I’ll have the Lumberjack and a coffee. Extra bacon please.” Grandpa Edwin said, offering a smile to the waitress.

“Dad…” Richard mumbled

Sheryl huffed and shook her head, “Richard don’t start.”

“He’s gonna kill himself,” Richard argued, shoulders falling in defeat as his wife gave him a stern look.

“It’s his life,” Sheryl replied with a shrug, reaching over to fix Olive’s hair a bit.

“Death by bacon… what a way to go,” you mumbled quietly, grinning at the defeated look Richard had on his face while Dwayne laughed under his breath next to you.

Edwin smiled smugly. “Thank you, Sheryl.”

Dwayne held up his notepad for the waitress to read. “Garden Salad?” she repeated, smiling when Dwayne gave her an affirming nod before turning to look at you.

You glanced briefly at your menu before humming, “I’ll just have waffles with a sweet iced tea please.”

The waitress nodded and turned to Olive, “And for you?”

Olive froze next to you, nervously pushing her glasses up, “Oh! Umm…sorry! I'm sorry!” The waitress smiled and shook her head telling Olive to take her time as you reached over to help Olive read through the menu again.

“Don’t apologize Olive. It's a sign of weakness.” Richard says earning a sharp kick to his leg from his wife and glares from everyone else at the table. Olive shifted anxiously looking at you for a moment before finally looking back at the waitress.

“Oh! Oh! I’ll have waffles too!” she said finally, beaming when you gave her a thumbs up, “and Ummm what does A La Modee mean?”

“It means it comes with ice cream” the waitress laughed.

“Okay! I’ll have A La Mod-ee!” Olive exclaimed, earning another laugh from the waitress.

Sheryl smiled at her daughter, “Olive? For Breakfast?”

Olive shrugged, passing her menu to the waitress, “You said four dollars.” she said matter of factly. With a grin, you raised your hand to get the waitress's attention before she walked away.

“Can I get my waffles A La Mod-ee as well?” you asked, making sure you pronounced it the same way Olive had.

“I’ll have everything ready for you in no time.” the waitress said, spinning on her heel and heading back to the kitchens. Olive leaned over against you again, giggling when you poked her side playfully.

“Actually Olive.” Frank said with a small smile, “ A La Mode means In the fashion .” he paused, smile growing wider when he noticed Olive hanging onto his every word, “ A… La… Mode. Mode is derived from the Latin Modus meaning, due or proper measure “ you found yourself just as enamored by Frank’s explanation as Olive did. Even Dwayne had a small smile on his face as he listened to his Uncle.

Frank laughed a bit, “Actually there’s a funny story about-”

Richard coughed loudly, “ Frank? Shut up” You turned immediately to look at him, already preparing to give him the stink eye for interrupting Frank.

“Richard!” Sheryl exclaimed, receiving a shrug from Frank while Richard turned to look at Olive, ignoring his wife’s clear frustration.

“Olive let me tell you something about ice cream” Richard barely waits for Olive’s hesitant nod, “Ice cream is made from cream, which comes from cows' milk. And cream has a lot of fat in it-”

“Richard!” Sheryl exhaled, glaring at her husband with enough force you almost expected his head to burst into flames.

“What? She’s gonna find out anyway.” Richard replied with a smug look. God, he was such a dick. Y ou wondered what would happen if you just reached over and slapped him.

Olive looked around, clearly confused, “Find out what?” You stared at Richard as if willing him not to say what you thought he was going to say. Your prayers were of course ignored as he dove into a very poor explanation of how Ice Cream would make Olive fat. It made your blood boil and you could feel Dwayne shifting beside you, fists already clenched at his sides as he glared at his stepfather.

Poor Olive looks around again, still confused and clearly a bit distressed, “What… Mom I don't…. I don't understand… Why is everyone so upset?”

Sheryl sighed, glaring at her husband before looking back at her daughter with a kind smile, brushing loose hairs out of Olive’s face as she spoke, “No one’s upset with you sweetie… I just want you to understand: its okay to be skinny, and its okay to be fat, as long as you’re happy it's okay”

Beside her, Richard rolls his eyes “Okay but Olive let me ask you this… Are those women in Miss America skinny or are they fat?” Dwayne shifted again next to you, clearly prepared to lunge over the table if Richard said another word. You weren’t sure if you even stop him if he did or if you’d join him at this point.

Olive pouted, shoulders falling in defeat, “They’re skinny I guess.”

Richard shrugged, seemingly unaffected by the way his daughter looked close to tears, “I guess they probably don’t eat that much ice cream huh”  Dwayne huffed beside you and you moved a hand to rest on top of his clenched fists, tracing circles over the back of his hand before turning to glare at Richard.

“Dude shut up.” you say without thinking, feeling a bit proud of yourself when Richard stares back at you, clearly shocked by your words. Richard doesn’t even have time to react before the waitress is back at the table passing around various dishes and setting two bowls of ice cream and waffles in front of you and Olive. Olive doesn’t even look up when the waitress tries to make her laugh by saying A La Mod-ee. She stares at the ice cream in front of her for a while before she pushes it to the center of the table.

“Does… Does anyone want my ice cream?” she asks meekly. Sheryl shakes her head and closes her eyes, refusing to look at her husband as he drinks his coffee.

Grandpa Edwin is the first to speak up, quickly grabbing a spoon and reaching across the table, “Yeah! I’ll have a bite! Dwayne? Frank?” Dwayne and Frank immediately sit up straight, shuffling to grab spoons while you sit beside them, leaning a little closer to Olive as she crosses her arms and brings her knees to her chest.

“You mind if I have a little?” Frank asks. Olive shakes her head and shrugs, leaning against your side. Without missing a beat everyone begins to dig in, even Sheryl picks up a spoon to grab a small spoonful of Icecream. Richard watches unamused. Dwayne leans over your shoulder, forcing you a bit closer to Olive as he takes a large spoonful of ice cream and shoves it into his mouth with an exaggerated hum of approval. Everyone makes a big show of talking about how good the ice cream is to make Olive smile.

You pull your own bowl of icecream closer, playfully waving your spoon in front of Olive, tapping her nose gently with the end making her giggle a bit, “Come on Oli, you’re gonna have lonely waffles in your stomach without the Ice cream.” the group hums in agreement.

Olive finally breaks, reaching for her spoon to swat at everyone’s hands as she pulls her bowl towards her, “No! Don't eat it all! Stop!” You giggle as Dwayne half-heartedly tries to take another spoonful. She dives in, grinning as soon as she takes a bite of the ice cream.

“Olive-” Richard is cut off as Sheryl, swats his arm glaring fiercely at him until he slumps back into his seat. Beside you Dwayne opens his straw, and blows the wrapper towards Richard, hitting him in the forehead. You laugh, doing the same with your own straw, watching as the wrapper hits Richard in the cheek. He doesn’t say a word, he just sighs and leans forward taking a long drink from his coffee.

For a while everyone just eats their food in relative silence, only interrupted by Olive’s laughter when you whispered a joke to her or you swatting at Dwayne’s hand whenever you caught him stealing some of your food.

Frank is the first to fill the silence again, “So (Y/N) you and Dwayne have been friends for how long now?”

You stared blankly for a moment trying to do the mental math before finally grinning, “Hm I’d say 5 years now?”  You looked to Dwayne for confirmation and he nodded quietly.

“What do you two usually like to do for fun?” Frank asks directing the question at you even though he keeps glancing at Dwayne with a smile that made you think he knew something you didn’t. You shrugged the thought off, throwing your arms over Dwayne’s shoulders in a very awkward side hug.

Dwayne grumbled a bit but made no move to push you off as you spoke, “ Oh you know, the usual teenager stuff.” you glanced for a moment at Richard who you could tell was already gearing up to scold you and Dwayne for being too close. You grinned at looking back at Frank, lowering your voice to ensure Olive wouldn’t hear you if she wasn’t paying attention, “Mainly smoking tons of pot, disrespecting any authority figure and of course hooking up with strangers constantly.” Dwayne froze next to you, face immediately going bright red while Grandpa Edwin and Frank immediately began laughing. Even Sheryl found it a bit funny, stifling a laugh. Richard however looked ready to explode, face going a bit purple as his eyes widened at you. You could swear you could see smoke coming out of his ears at this point.

You snorted, feeling incredibly smug about being able to get on Richard’s nerves so easily, “Calm down Mr. H, It's just a joke.” Sheryl shook her head, laughing softly as she rubbed Richard’s arms in a half-hearted attempt at getting him to calm down.

“I don’t find your jokes very funny,” Richard grumbled, earning an eye roll from his wife while you simply shrugged, smirking at him.

“Get a better sense of humor then?” you retorted, earning a loud bark of laughter from Grandpa Edwin. Even Sheryl couldn’t help but laugh a little, stopping only when Richard narrowed his eyes at her. He sat for a moment still fuming and breathing heavily but refused to say another word to you, instead he stood up abruptly, shoving his wallet onto the table in front of his wife.

“I’m going to try and call Stan again, I’ll be outside while everyone finishes eating” Richard huffed, not even giving his wife a chance to say a word before he was shuffling out of the booth and heading to the door.  Had it been anyone other than Richard you might have felt a bit bad for harassing him. Beside you, Dwayne was smiling to himself, clearly amused by his stepfather's frustration. Sheryl shook her head and watched him walk out the door while Olive looked up from her waffles confused as to why her father had just stomped out of the restaurant suddenly.

“Why’s dad going outside?” She asked between bites of her waffles.

Sheryl sighed and shrugged, motioning for Olive to keep eating, “Your Dad just had something important to take care of that's all, don't worry about it too much, and eat your food sweetheart.”

“Sorry Mrs. H,” you offered in apology, despite not really feeling all that bad about having put Richard in a bad mood.

Sheryl shook her head at you and smiled, “Don’t worry about it hun, he’ll get over it by the time we get back on the road, you know how he is.” she didn’t seem at all angry with you for the way you had spoken to her husband, nor did she seem annoyed by your manner of joking with Frank.

You smiled cheekily, “it was pretty funny though wasn’t it?” Sheryl stifled a laugh but nodded, “I swear to god he had steam coming from his ears.” you joked, making a face to imitate the scowl Richard had worn moments before. Sheryl chuckled and shook her head, taking a sip of her grapefruit and then motioning for you to continue eating.

“No Sheryl I think (Y/N)’s right, maybe Richard should get that checked out?” Frank offered, barely hiding his smug grin behind his mug of tea, “Can’t be healthy to have smoke coming out of your ears.” you beamed at him, thrilled to have someone equally as keen on harassing Richard as you were.

“Okay okay very funny you two.” Sheryl chuckled, “I believe you still need to answer Frank’s question from earlier.” You shrugged, cheeks burning a bit from the effort it took to stop from smiling so much.

“Well, besides the usual teenager stuff I mentioned before, we usually watch movies, sometimes we trade book recommendations..” you paused thinking for a moment with a smile, “We go to Tingley beach to hang out too sometimes.” Dwayne shifts next to you, slipping a straw wrapper off of the table and fiddling with it while you continue chatting with his uncle.

“Tingley Beach?” Frank asks quietly

You nod, glancing over at Dwayne for a moment, watching as he folds the wrapper carefully between his fingers as if making something. You watch him for a moment trying to figure out what he’s making but it's hard to see as he shifts the paper under the table away from your line of sight.

“Yea, it's uh this little beach along the Rio Grande… Dwayne and I could take you with us next time we go if you want.” you offered, ignoring the look Dwayne gave you You knew why he was giving you a look, he was making sure you knew not to tell his family about your secret spot on Tingley beach.

The spot wasn’t all that special, at a glance, it was just a little cliff that overlooked the Rio Grande river, but it was special to you. Dwayne had found the spot long before ever meeting you and had brought you there for the first time a few months into knowing him. That was the moment you realized you had managed to weasel your way into his life and from then on the spot became like your secret hideaway. When one of you was feeling down and needed a place to think away from the noise of the rest of the world that was the place you went.

The last time you had been to your little haven had been a few weeks ago, just after finding out your parents were moving forward with a very messy divorce. You had gotten into a pretty bad fight with your mom and had pretty much disappeared. Your father had tried to run after you at first, but eventually, he wound up at the Hoovers asking if Dwayne could help him find you.

Dwayne of course knew exactly where you would be and found you not long after sitting cross-legged at the edge of the cliff, staring at the rushing water below. He sat with you for nearly two hours before you were ready to go home and in the end you wound up sleeping at his house after letting your parents know you were safe. You had a lot of special moments on that little cliff with Dwayne and you were more than content to make sure the spot remained a secret between the two of you.

“If you don’t mind that would be great,” Frank replied.

“Oh! Can I come too?” Olive chirped next to you, chin a bit sticky from the ice cream that had dripped from her spoon as she ate. You hummed softly and pressed your index finger to your chin as if you were deep in thought.

“Hmmm I don’t know Oli… are you sure you’re tough enough to adventure with us big kids?” you teased, grinning at the way she nodded frantically.

“Yea! I'm super tough! Tougher than Dwayne even!” she exclaimed. You hummed again, thinking for a moment before lurching forward to pull her into a hug, tickling her sides. Her mom watched you with a smile and a shake of her head as Olive giggled in your arms.

Beside you, Dwayne smiled to himself glancing occasionally at you as you laughed with his sister. He continued to fiddle with the strip of paper until he was content that it wouldn’t unfold. He lifted it slightly, enough that he could examine the tiny ring he had managed to make. He looked to you and then at the ring as if trying to decide whether or not he wanted to show it to you while everyone else was distracted by Olive’s laughter. Frank looked at him, raising a brow as if he knew exactly what Dwayne was thinking. He exhaled, a bit embarrassed at having been caught staring at you with a little paper ring in his hand.

“You hear that Dwayne?” You asked, suddenly turning to face Dwayne, still holding Olive tightly in your arms as her laughter began to die down a bit. Dwayne jumped a bit, quickly shoving the paper in his pocket before you could see it.

“Oli thinks she's tougher than you.” you teased, poking his side a bit to make sure he was listening.

Olive nodded, leaning over your lap to look at her brother with a huge grin on her face, “I am! I’m waaaaaaaay stronger than you.”  Dwayne fought the smile tugging at his lips as he tried to maintain his usual bored expression.

“I don’t know Oli… Your brother’s pretty tough,” you said, giving Dwayne a smug little grin.

“Nuh-uh!” Olive whined, tugging on your arm.

“It's the truth Oli,” you said with a shrug, taking one last sip of your drink before pushing it to the center of the table.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yes-huh”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yes-huh”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yes–”

“Alright, you two that's enough come on, we’ve gotta get back on the road now, let's wrap this up,” Sheryl said finally interrupting the bickering between you and Olive, a smile tugging on her lips even as she tried to remain stern.

“She started it.” you shrugged.

“Nuh-uh!! You started it!” Olive whined next to you, pouting when you poked her side and stuck your tongue out at her. Sheryl rolled her eyes, stifling a laugh.

“Well how about you all start heading to the car while I pay?” she instructed, smiling when she received a nod from everyone at the table. You saluted her with a playful grin as she turned and walked toward the counter.

Everyone began shuffling out of their seats, cleaning up the table a bit so it wasn’t as much work for the waitress, you nudged Dwayne, whispering to him so no one else would hear, “Don’t worry, the cliff is still just ours.” he smiled almost immediately, nodding quietly as you reached out and squeezed one of his hands gently.

Sheryl stood at the door waiting patiently, holding the door open as you all shuffled out of the building offering a polite ‘thanks’ to the waitress as you left. You and Dwayne walked behind everyone else, bumping shoulders until Olive shoved her way between the two of you, pulling both of you to hold her hands. You smiled at Dwayne and he shrugged, while Olive giggled each time you and Dwayne swung your arms to lift her off the ground as you walked.

As you and Dwayne lifted Olive into the car she squealed jumping into her set next to Frank and then spun around to look at you with a big grin on her face. “I’m still tougher than you and Dwayne,” she exclaimed earning a loud laugh from you as Dwayne rolled his eyes and helped you into the backseat, hand ghosting over your lower back to make sure you didn’t fall.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

In The Game of Love ~ 12

 IN THE GAME OF LOVE MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,640ish

Summary: Sherlock has a different plan for John’s stag party.

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy this! 

John drove the motor carriage while Sherlock sat, in disguise, in the passenger seat.

“Will your beard be with us all night?” John wondered.

“I’ll remove it once we’re south of Trafalgar Square,” Sherlock responded.

“If you believe Moriarty has you under observation, isn’t this a bit conspicuous?”

“It’s so overt, it’s covert.”

“Isn’t Y/N being watched as well? Was it wise to leave her alone?”

“She can handle herself.”

“Yet, why do I believe you’ll be worried about her the whole night?” Sherlock didn’t respond, simply looking out to the side at the streets they were passing. “Trafalgar Square. You must be safe by now.” 

Sherlock pulled off his beard and began staring at John. “Hmm.” The detective rolled his eyes.

“Why are you looking at me with such concern?”

“I’m so very worried. Your vitality’s been drained from you. Marriage is the end, I tell you.”

“I think of it as the beginning.”

“Armageddon.”

“Rebirth.”

“Restriction.”

“Structure.”

“Answering to a woman.”

“Being in a relationship.” Sherlock looked away. “A life in matrimony, the possibility of a family. Who wants to die alone?”

“Well, we’ll have a good old-fashioned romp tonight… you’ll settle down, have a family and I’ll… die alone.”

“You won’t die alone. What about Y/N? Are you two—“

“We are too focused on stopping Moriarty to worry about a relationship. Perhaps once it is over, if that’s what she wants.”

“Hmm… I’ve never really known you to put someone else’s feelings before your own.” John stopped the motor carriage.

“Anyway…” Sherlock jumped out and walked around to John’s side.

“Not bad, that.” John kicked the nearest wheel of the motor carriage. He looked up at his friend. “So where are we going?”

“In the future,” a man’s voice boomed as the man stepped out of a dark shed, “there’ll be one of those machines in every town in Europe.”

“Loitering in the woodshed again, are we, Myccie?” Sherlock teased his brother Mycroft.

“Good evening, Sherly.”

“Well.”

Mycroft glanced down at Sherlock’s feet before walking away. “I see your bookmaker is ill, dear brother.”

Sherlock and John began following behind Mycroft. “As I detect that you’ve recently changed the brand of soap with which you shave.”

“May I point out that the chimney in the front room at Baker Street, still needs a damn good sweeping up?”

“Were you aware that the hackney carriage by which you arrived had a damaged wheel?”

“Yes, the left. And it’s plain to the meanest intelligence that you have recently acquired a new bow for your violin.”

“Same bow, new strings.” The trio stopped there steps.

“And may I deduce, Mycroft—“ John interrupted. He pulled off one of his gloves and offered his hand. “Good evening, by the way.”

“No,” Mycroft stated.

“He doesn’t,” Sherlock said simply.

“May I deduce that you, who rarely strays from the path that runs from your home to the Diogenes Club… and never on a Monday, when they serve your favorite potted shrimps… must be here for some far more important reason than my stag party?”

“You know, he’s nothing like as slow-witted as you’d been leading me to believe, Sherly,” Mycroft said. He walked away again, with the other two following. “No, you’re quite right, Dr. Watson. But with all the conflict in Europe at the moment, the whole situation could— excuse me.” Mycroft used his cane to push a group of men to the side. “Suddenly erupt. I am here to avoid a dire catastrophe. If the concerns of two nations—“ Mycroft paused to turn back to the two men, “which shall remain nameless, but I can tell you they speak French and German— are not dealt with tonight, I shall be forced to go to Switzerland. To attend the ghastly peace summit in Reichenbach.” Mycroft started walking again, this time with the men not immediately following. “The worst thing about Switzerland is the altitude. It gives me nosebleeds, exacerbates my asthma…“

“I’m so glad you invited your brother,” John commented.

Sherlock gave a tight lipped smile before following after his brother. 

~~~

Y/N decided to try and get some of the Moriarty case worked on while Sherlock was out. He wasn’t allowing her to help while he was here, so she would just have to do it while he was away for the evening. Y/N studied the maps, newspapers, pictures and added notes Sherlock had put up during the time he had stopped letting her help. She understood why he was stopping her from helping, she wanted so badly to do the same thing with him. But they were both too stubborn for their own good.

After having studied all the new clues and leads from Sherlock, Y/N remembered the note she had taken from Irene. Sherlock had told her that they would take care of it together after he had followed a few more leads. She had her suspicions that Sherlock had looked into the letter without her. She went into her bedroom and pulled open the desk drawer she remembered putting the letter in. Y/N clenched her teeth together as she pulled out a small note. It was in Sherlock’s hand writing and all it had was today’s date, a time, and an address. Y/N glanced at the clock and realized that it was ten minutes until the time on the note. 

Figuring that the address was leading Y/N to wear John’s stag party was, she quickly changed into a disguise that made her look more like a male. She knew that she shouldn’t attract more attention than her and Sherlock would probably do already. After she was all ready, Y/N slipped out into the streets, unaware of the eyes following her from the rooftop.

~~~

Eventually, the three men arrived at the place where they were to have the party. They were escorted to a table. Mycroft slipped off to talk to a group of men.

“This looks promising,” John commented as he took a seat amidst the bustling room. Sherlock pressed out a smile as he took a seat as well.

“And your poison of choice, gentlemen?” One of the waitresses asked.

“We’ll start with the champagne.” John turned to one of the servers around them. “We may need several more chairs.”

“Perhaps a good cigar,” Sherlock added. Another waitress nodded and went to go get the cigar. Sherlock stopped him as the waiter rounded his chair. “And, um, don’t bother with the chairs.”

“What is it your brother does exactly?”

“He’s the keeper of the broom cupboard of state. No ambition, no energy, yet I’m repeatedly told that he’s indispensable to the British government. Particularly the foreign office. I would like to propose a toast.” Sherlock stood up.

“Really?”

Sherlock took one of the champagne glasses that they were given and raised it up. “To my dear friend, Dr. John…” He began looking around for what he secretly came here for and to see if Y/N had gotten his message. “Um… Hamish Watson….”

“I’m right here.” John was confused as to why Sherlock was looking around.

“On the eve of his wedding. He… has been the best of companions.”

“Should we be waiting? For the boys from my rugby club?”

“He has always kept us—they couldn’t attend— flat-footed on the ground.”

“All of them? Hmm. What about the chaps from my medical school?”

“ I attempted, they declined.”

“The lads from the regiment?”

“No man’s better—“

“Who is it you’re looking for?”

“—worth having at your side—“

“Because I don’t know a single damn person here, do I?”

“There’s no need for hysterics. You know me and Mycroft. DOn’t be a ponce, Watson.”

“Ponce?” Sherlock took a swig of his drink. “You completely forgot about my stag party, didn’t you?” Sherlock continued drinking until he was slurping and there was nothing left. “Why are we here?”

“Your very good health, doctor,” Mycroft commented as he walked up to the table. “Shame none of your friends could make it.”

Sherlock broke out into a laugh. John chuckled until it turned into a fake laugh. John quickly cut off his laughter, causing Sherlock to do the same, and stood up.

“I’m going to the gaming tables,” he stood the small group. “I refuse for this night to be a total loss. Give me my money.” John snapped and held his hand out.

“Happily,” Sherlock responded. “Give me the wedding ring.”

“Oh, so, now you’re interested in being the best man.” John dug the ring box out of his pocket. “You’re supposed to keep the ring anyway.” He set the box hard on the table. “Just as you’re supposed to organize my stag party.”

Sherlock held out the money. “You don’t want to lose it on a bet, John.”

“And invite my friends,” John snatched the money, “of which, by the wya, there are many.” The waitress arrived and handed Sherlock a cigar. “You’re the one with no friends, Sherly No Mates.” 

John reached over and yanked the cigar from Sherlock’s mouth. Putting the cigar between his teeth, John grabbed his glass and walked away.

“He’s all ‘me, me, me,’ isn’t he?” Mycroft questioned.

Sherlock pressed out another smile. Mycroft headed back to the group he had been talking to. Sherlock began to slowly walk around, observing. He was trying to see if Y/N had arrived yet and try to make it less suspicious of where he was heading. He ended up on the next floor, overlooking the happenings on the main level. He headed towards a set of green curtains that he had witnessed men go in and out of. Sherlock made one more look around the place before turning and opening the curtains. He closed the curtains as he entered the darker room, ever observant. He quickly noted a woman with long brown curly hair facing away from him.

“Please, sit,” she instructed, not bothering to turn around. “Put your moment on the table and we will begin.” Sherlock tossed some coins in a tin on the table. The woman turned around. “Welcome. I am Madam Simza.”

Sherlock sat down as she walked over to the table. She grabbed a bundle of herbs and lit it using one of the candles at her table. 

“Cards can illuminate your past…” She began as she waved the burning herbs in the air, “clarify your present, and show you the future.” She then took her seat. “If you have a specific question, hold it in your mind.”

“Hmm,” Sherlock hummed as she began to shuffle the deck of cards. He huffed as he pretended to try and come up with a question. “I’m…” He clenched his eyes shut and pressed a finger against his forehead. “Holding.”

“Let me know when you’re ready.”

“Actually,” Sherlock jumped to sit at the edge of his seat and took the cards from Simza, “I’d prefer to read… your fortune.” Simza sat back, slightly amused, as Sherlock began flipping through the cards. “Temperance…” He set a chosen card down, “inverted. Indicative of volatility. A woman who has recently taken her comfort in drink. From what does she seek solace? What does she not wish to see?”

“A fool embarrassing himself?”

“Hmm. Oh, yes!” Sherlock placed another card down. “The fool. Someone has been led astray, involved in something without their knowledge.”

“Not bad, but, um, you have to make me believe you. I have to see it in your eyes.”

“Right. I can do better.”

“Uh-huh.”

Sherlock pulled out another card and placed it next to the other two. “The two of cups, a powerful bond. But between whom? A brother and sister perhaps? And I see a name.” Sherlock closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if the name was appearing to him in his mind. “Yes, it’s… Rene.”

Simza looked taken back. “What do you want?”

Sherlock put a fourth card down on top of the others. “The devil.”

“Why are we playing this game?” Sherlock reached into his jacket and tossed the letter Y/N had taken from Irene onto the table. Simza carefully took it, already knowing who it was from. “Where did you get this?”

“My friend stole it from a woman in an auction room… but I believe it was intended for you.” Simza opened up the letter and began reading it softly in French. Sherlock, already having read it, quoted the ending when she got to it. “‘Found my purpose in life.’ So the question I’ve been holding is, what purpose is Rene fulfilling?”

“Time is up. I have other clients.”

Sherlock stood up and appeared to head to leave. But he quickly leaned into Simza’s ear as she went for a knife hidden in her boot.

“Though you may not have detected the wisp of astrakhan fur snagged on a nail over my left shoulder,” Sherlock whispered. “You couldn’t have failed to notice the overpowering aroma of herring pickled in vodka… in tandem with a truly unfortunate body odor. There’s a man concealed in the rafters above us. A Cossack, renowned for their infeasible acrobatic abilities and are notorious for moonlighting as assassins. So it’s safe to presume that your next client is here to kill you.” He backed his face away slightly. “Anything else? No?”

Sherlock backed away and headed towards the curtained opening. He stopped underneath where the assassin was hiding out and grabbed an umbrella from a large vase holding umbrellas and canes. He waited for a brief second as he went over a plan of attack in his mind. When he was sure of it, Sherlock used the umbrella to pull down the assassin and began fighting with him. Before he could get too far into the fight, two knives were flung into the assassin’s chest and he fell over. Sherlock looked up in surprise to see that Simza had thrown the knife. He hurried over to her.

“Come with me,” he urged. “I need you alive. Now.” 

Sherlock took Simza’s hand and the two hurried away, outside of the curtained room. Sherlock immediately rammed into a body. He stubbled back slightly and met the persons gaze. He smirked.

“Took you long enough,” he commented.

“Well if you hadn’t banned me from helping you I would have been here the whole time,” Y/N retorted. 

“Technically, I don’t want you here now. It’s too dangerous.”

“Yet you left me a place and time in my desk? Don’t lie to yourself Holmes, you wanted me here.”

“Of course I did, my dear.” Sherlock took one of her hands in his free one. He pulled her hand up and pressed a quick kiss to the back of it. “But now we must go.” 

He pulled the two women through the crowded upstairs. The assassin had jumped back up, having had wooden planks underneath one of his layers to protect himself. He was now chasing after the trio, using his acrobatic abilities to reach them quickly. Y/N and Sherlock released the others hand and blocked the on coming attacks from the assassin.

“Get her out of here,” Y/N ordered as she moved herself to be the one taking the most hits from the assassin.

“Darling, wherever I go, you’re coming too,” Sherlock responded.

Y/N got the assassin to stumble back, but he quickly used the wall behind him as leverage to attack again. The men and women that were near were trying to get away from the commotion as fast as they could. Sherlock let go of Simza’s hand so that he could better help Y/N with the assassin. The two worked in tandem as the assassin attacked. Simza headed into the next curtained room and grabbed a bottle of wine. She spun around and hit the assassin on top of the head. Both Y/N and Sherlock looked up at Simza in surprise, this allowed the assassin to grab Sherlock and pin him down. He held a blade to Sherlock’s cheek, cutting it. The assassin shoved Sherlock down before pushing Y/N into Sherlock and rushing to follow Simza.

“Sherlock,” Y/N breathed out, her hand coming up to brush over his cut.

“Darling, I’m fine,” he smiled slightly before grabbing her hand that was hovering above his cut. “Nothing either of us haven’t dealt with before. We must go though.”

Y/N nodded and let Sherlock lead the way. They reached the assassin quickly. Sherlock let go of Y/N’s hand and grabbed onto the assassin. The two men were thrown through a false wall and into a small back room that Simza had stopped in. The assassin popped up and grabbed onto Simza’s hair. Y/N came up from behind the assassin and kicked his knees out from under him. 

Sherlock came at the assassin with a small pole when he went to attack the women. As Sherlock pinned the assassin against the wall, the assassin connected Sherlock to him with a clip. No one even noticing. They moved towards the window and Simza kicked the assassin out of it. As the assail fell, Sherlock was pulled back towards the window. Sherlock stopped himself from falling back too with the pole he was holding. Y/N grabbed onto it, trying to be of some help. Sherlock slipped slightly as he strained to stay up.

“Didn’t see that in the cards, did you?” He commented before being forced to fall out the window.

“Sherlock!” Y/N exclaimed as she leaned out and watched him hit a beam and land on a large, open grate of grain.

The assassin had landed in the grain, underneath Sherlock. The assassin put his arms around Sherlock, trying to choke him. Sherlock fought his way out of the assassin’s grip and turned around to attack him. Before Sherlock could do anything, the assassin kicked Sherlock back into a crowd of men. Y/N turned to Simza.

“I’m Y/N, by the way” she introduced herself.

“Simza,” the other woman replied.

Y/N looked down to see the assassin climbing up the wall. “We’ve got to go.” She tugged on Simza’s arm and the two hurried back out of that room.

They raced through the crowded floors, trying to get further away from the assassin. Meanwhile, Sherlock had just slammed himself into the building, breaking the wall, and tumbling in. He landed on Watson’s game that he had just won money from, causing the money to spill everywhere. Sherlock brushed himself off as he raced after Y/N, Simza, and the assassin, leaving John and the others who were playing in a brawl for the money.

The assassin chased the women down into a side, storage room. He was able to trip both of the women. The women were able to recover quickly and work together to fight the assassin. The assassin was able to hit Simza down and pulled out a knife to attack Y/N with. She barely wasn’t able to dodge it, the blade cutting down her cheek. Y/N’s hand went to her cheek as the assassin kicked her down. 

Before the assassin could do anything more to Y/N, Sherlock jumped in. They both got their punches in before Sherlock was able to kick the assassin out of the window and into the river outside. He rushed to Y/N, helping her up before one of his hands came up to her cheek. His thumb rubbed against the bleeding cut along her cheek.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, his large brown eyes full of worry.

“Yes, Sherlock,” she replied with a nod. “I can handle my own.”

“We’ll get that taken care of once we get out of here. Would hate for it to scar.”

“Then I insist on doing the same thing with yours.”

“You’re right,” Simza said, interrupting the moment. One of her hands kept catching the blood coming back from her nose. “He did stink.”

“Hey!” They heard Watson shout. Y/N and Sherlock turned towards the sound of his voice. “You, you can run— where’s you?” He stumbled into the room, clearly drunk and having been in a fight. “Just had a fight.” He fell over into some lamps. “Just had a fight.”

Sherlock came over to help him, crouching down beside his friend. “Yes.”

“Where were you?”

“I’m glad to see you’re taking your best man duties so seriously, Sherly,” Mycroft said from where him and his assistant were standing on the stairs. Sherlock chuckled as he went back to focusing on his drunk, rambling friend.

“Sherly?” Y/N repeated. She made eye contact with the man on the stairs. “You must be Mycroft.”

“And you must be Y/N. Just by the looks of you, you are as interesting as Sherlock has led me to believe.”

Y/N rose a brow and glanced Sherlock’s way, who looked away from her as soon as their eyes met.

“She was biting my leg,” John’s rambling continued.

“I’ll have Carruthers put some fuel into that motor carriage of yours,” Mycroft stated. “You three do have a wedding to attend.”

“Oh, I’ll drive.” John began laying. “Huh-honk.”

“Let's get you up,” Sherlock said, getting John to his feet. “We need to grab something from Simza’s room.”

“Let’s go then,” Y/N said, helping him with John.

“Let’s have another drink!” John exclaimed once they got to the room Simza was using.

“No, no, I think you’ve had quite enough,” Sherlock responded as he grabbed Simza’s bag and the letter Y/N had taken from Irene.

“You know we’re going to be late to the wedding, right?” Y/N commented as they finally headed towards the motor carriage. “Mary will not be pleased with either of us.”

“We can only hope.”

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