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northeasternwind · 1 month
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I ship them. I do. This is not a purity culture post.
But after learning that Holmes is 23 in the Frogwares remake while Watson is 30 at the youngest assuming he still has the same medical degree I cannot help but imagine the version of events where Watson's first instinct is to simply whip out the adoption papers and show people his wallet photos of Holmes like HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT HOW SMART MY NEW SON IS
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livviem-009 · 1 year
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Holmes Family Hcs
I'm just gonna headcanon more stuff while I'm waiting for more content.
-Mycroft was happy go lucky 7-year old until he finds out that Sherlock was going to be born after his birthday.
-He was of course excited to have a baby brother but he has a lot of responsibilities now that he's an older brother now (also training to help atone his family's name.)
-Sherlock was a menace as a child. Always causing destruction and giving his older brother wrinkles from a very young age (example: almost burning the chemistry teacher with one of his experiments).
-Though both brothers have a 7 year age gap, very different personalities and drive each other crazy, they still love and care for each other. They both have to make sure they behave in front of their father because he sometimes scare them.
-Mr. Holmes is a respectable man but has strict rules in regarding to raising his two sons, especially to the elder. (One of his rules are if one of you break the rules, you both get punishment so that they'll behave.)
-But he loves and cares for them unconditionally and dreads the day where he has to explain to the elder about their family past.
-He also has a goofy side whenever he's willing to have fun with his family.
-Mycroft, after becoming a teenager, finds out about their family's secret history and swore to his parents that he'll help.
-Sherlock doesn't know about this and assumed Mycroft doesn't like him anymore. Their relationship became rocky after Mycky moved out.
-Sherlock goes to school and could have been acdemically gold but he gets bored of the lessons and fail at the stuff he doesn't like, much to his father and brother's dismay.
-The only woman who he respected the most was his mother.
-Unlike their father, their mother was a free spirit that people wonder why she married a very serious man.
-She was the one who trained Sherlock and Mycroft on how to defend themselves and both boys loved her dearly.
-She sadly doesn't live long enough to meet Liam but she would always hope someone out there would be there for him. (She would have immediately loved Liam).
-Their father is still alive but not as close to his kids anymore. (Very sad after fall but was extremely happy after finding out Sherlock was married and taking life more seriously).
-If there is a possibility of a younger third or more siblings, Mycky and Sherly would be overprotective.
-If it's a younger brother, very tight knit and a source for teasing around the house but they still love each other (They're emotionally smarter than their brothers). Probably a reader and stays around with his father.
-It's worse if the third sibling is a girl, because the overprotectiveness and the teasing wouldn't stop even after she's an adult. (Sherlock jokingly asked her once if she could marry Louis, so they can have a reason to be in the same house as Liam. Never asked again after seeing what she could do and Mycky notes that.)
-Overall, goofy family who are sometimes bad at expression their emotions around each other.
-They all reunite and spend time with their new in-laws.
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aworldofgoldfish · 1 year
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I see many people saying Mark overacts when he plays Mycroft. 
Or, in general? I’m not sure.
Before I decided to watch the last season last December, I watched the Father. Boy, was I enchanted or what? And not because of Sir Anthony Hopkins (who has won an oscar for leading actor for 16 minutes of chewing the scenery in the Silence of the Lambs, not that he wasn’t great in the Father- second oscar and all awards), but because of Mark. 
What a different performance than Mycroft! 
Not a lot of screentime, but it prompted me to rewatch Sherlock.
So yes, it is different, but this over the top character he has built in Mycroft fits the role. That’s who Mycroft is, it’s not Mark who overacts, it’s Mycroft who’s over the top... imho. 
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aveline-amelia · 4 months
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Do all of the Holmes children secretly have red hair?
I know, random, but hear me out.
Benedict Cumberbatch has auburn hair.
Mark Gatiss is a ginger.
Sian Brooke is blonde for what I could find.
I know I saw fanart where Mycroft has brown hair or ginger hair as a child or young adult. Even in fanfiction where they are kids this is a fact that gets referenced. Sherlock for all I saw is kept as either dark haired or his hair is made to be completely black. Not much I could find on Eurus because everyone hates her (I know, I know, I should stop with my Eurus hate.) But while older Eurus has black hair, young Eurus has light brown hair. Both actual young Eurus and The Girl On The Plane.
My crack theory: all of the Holmes family are gingers. They lie about it because they don't want to perpetuate the belief that gingers have no souls. wait, is that why people call them sociopaths...
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me-myself-and-my-fos · 7 months
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Cackling at the idea of when Odelia is like 13/14 she becomes extremely unpredictable because she’s a teenager of course. And Mycroft just cannot handle it because “she can’t be unpredictable. She’s our child. Our children are extremely predictable” and he just has no clue how to parent a teenage girl, let alone one with a genius brain
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otometrashqueen · 11 months
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Nobody:
Me: Getting unreasonably turned on when Mycroft threatens people 😳
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lemonade-luhv · 2 years
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Officially a part of the fam and nobody is as excited as me :)))))) @mothermrsholmes @mrholmescarlton @atamh @consult-sherlockholmes @eurusholmes3 <3
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Mycroft whump
Remember, the more you whump, the more you can fluff. It's the H/C Theory.
Song goes : disgraced, betrayed, you've been erased
I'm cutting the lyrics in half, "disgraced and betrayed" is what Mycroft's parents feel, because of whatever he did or didn't do, and "erased" is what Mycroft feels like he's been, because his parents ... i don't know, stopped talking to him maybe, freeze him out, something like that. And then he does stuff and goes places his parents would never, because what else is he to do.
(and if he happens to meet a certain person while he's there...well that'd be a neat story too)
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savvy-devine666 · 2 years
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock BBC Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Original Female Character(s), Sherlock Holmes' Father/Mummy (Sherlock) Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Original Female Character(s), Sherlock Holmes, Mummy (Sherlock), Father Holmes (Sherlock) Additional Tags: Romance, Humor, Fluff, Family, Friendship, Christmas, Christmas fic, age gap dating, Christmas Smut, Eventual Smut Series: Part 13 of Roads Less Walked Summary:
Set as a festive prequel to my main fanfic, Lie To Me.
Melody and Mycroft are dating in collage and it's time for the Christmas Holidays.
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joanquill · 3 months
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Reader as Jack Renfield's Niece Headcanons
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Albert, William, Louis James Moriarty, Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes
A/N: Sorry for the long break and Late Happy New Year!
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You are Jack's niece, and he took you in as a promise to your father when he died in action during the Afghan War.
He ensured you were well-fed, clothed, sleeping in a nice room, and even getting an education at an all-girls boarding school.
And now, you were a successful businesswoman (under a man's name... because, you know... sexism-) with a good heart that Jack is very proud of.
You made sure Jack had a nice retirement, hoping to repay his kindness from years ago.
Until one day, you find out your uncle went out of retirement and became a butler again to the Moriartys.
You've never met them since you were in a boarding school when they came to the Rockwells, but you've heard stories about the three boys from your uncle.
Curious, you decided to pay your dear uncle a surprise visit.
Your sweet family reunion almost became a full-on fistfight when your uncle slammed the door on you.
However, Jack explained how he said he had a nephew instead of a niece due to your business being under a man's name, and it was suspicious how he would receive money and packages from your company.
So now, you were acting as your assistant.
You were introduced to the manor's residents, which was brief as your uncle immediately excused you, walking you back to your place.
And when you left, your uncle made it clear you were engaged... which was a full-blown lie.
But this didn't stop when you continued visiting your uncle, bringing gifts, and catching up with each other through tea.
Because of this, you also got to know the other residents better. Mostly Fred and Moneypenny because Jack would always be by your side when talking to Albert, William, Louis, Bonde, and especially Sebastian... and much to his dismay, you caught the attention of the three brothers.
Suddenly, Jack suggests a new one-on-one training regime with everyone--to sharpen their close combat skills, of course...
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Albert James Moriarty
You're not allowed to drink wine with him alone.
Whether it's just a small chat in the afternoon or long conversations in the evening, Jack always pulls you away before you even get a sip.
It's okay if he or Fred is in the room, but you're not allowed to touch alcohol with any man alone.
Whenever you and Albert meet at some gathering or soiree, you always feel your uncle's eyes on you despite knowing he isn't there.
Jack definitely questions you every time you come home from these social events, especially if he knows Albert was also there.
If you're going to be Albert's plus one, he has to be one of the servers to keep an eye on you.
If not, then you're not going, or Fred and Sebastian have to report to him.
If Albert gives you a gift, Jack makes sure it's appropriate.
And if not, it goes to the trash, and you wouldn't even know it existed in the first place.
You only found out when you caught him shoving perfectly good roses into the trash.
This made it worse when you apologized to Albert and gave him a gift of your own, which was a bottle of vintage wine you got from France.
The moment he offered to drink it with you, to talk about business, of course, Jack immediately slammed the door open and offered to open it, serving you both.
When Albert asks personal questions, such as if you had any suitors or what type of person you like, Jack shuts it down instantly, saying this is unprofessional behavior.
While you and Albert were talking, you noticed your uncle was keeping close to you, slightly pushing your seat away from the oldest Moriarty.
The stab on the wooden table when you and Albert accidentally touched hands didn't go unnoticed either.
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William James Moriarty
The first time he met you, he had an idea you had a deep bond with their beloved instructor.
He made a mental note of Jack's protectiveness over you and concluded to keep his distance, not wanting to face Jack's wrath.
So when you approached him in the department store with a smile, he was taken aback.
As you two were talking and window shopping, he started piecing together your past, how you must have lost your parents at such a young age.
As you two roamed around, he noticed your eyes would linger on a pricey dress on display.
When he suggested asking your fiance to buy it for you, he noticed your confused expression and fibbing about how you didn't want to bother him. (Jack definitely earned an angry lecture from you about how you were suddenly engaged without a ring... let alone a fiance)
Concluding your engagement might be rocky, William decided to buy the dress for you as a gift.
Whenever William caught you wearing the dress he bought, he couldn't help but smile.
This didn't go unnoticed by Jack, who immediately bought you a whole new wardrobe and "accidentally" spilled wine on the dress.
However, this didn't explain the handprints and the obvious spreading of the stain.
After your encounter with William at the department store, you noticed how you two would bump into each other more frequently.
Whether it's the library, stores, museum, gallery, or just in the streets, you would meet William weekly.
Even when you visit your uncle at the manor, William would take some time to talk to you and sometimes spend time with you in the library.
He would even give you suggestions and advice on business when you ask and offer book recommendations he thinks you would enjoy.
And Jack immediately cuts between you two and joins the conversation or moves your seat miles away from the crime consultant.
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Louis James Moriarty
Like William, he quickly noticed Jack's fondness and protectiveness over you and decided not to ask questions since he saw how Jack would get when it came to you, courtesy of Moran asking if you were taken.
Even though he tries to keep some distance between you two, your constant visits with your uncle and attempts to be on good terms with the brothers make it difficult.
At one point, he asks you why you were trying to get closer to them, to which you replied with a confused look.
When you explained how you wanted to know more about the boys who earned Jack's respect and admiration, it caught him off-guard.
After that encounter, Louis' walls slowly started breaking down.
You used to follow your uncle back when he was a butler, acting as his little helper, so you usually spend time with Louis at the manor while helping him with chores.
He didn't want to admit it, but he started buying the types of tea you favored along with the cookies and snacks you would recommend during your visits.
Jack immediately noticed when he saw a cupboard filled to the brim with your favorite drinks and snacks.
And how Louis would always serve you during your visits, showing a soft smile every time you would compliment his brew.
After that, Jack made sure that Louis knew not to make any moves on you, emphasizing that you were engaged.
Much to your dismay, because now you needed to lie on the spot about how great your fiance was whenever they asked about your non-existent fiance.
Seeing how uncomfortable you were when discussing your fiance and how you had to lie to him, Louis now thinks he might be a horrible man, and you're just covering for him.
He tried asking Fred for help getting intel on your fiance, but Jack had already beaten him and asked the boy to lie on your behalf.
When you found out, you immediately apologized to the poor boy and gave him snacks and flowers as an apology.
This doesn't stop Louis from looking after you or Jack trying to keep you away from him.
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Mycroft Holmes
Back then, when you were still starting your business, Mycroft immediately knew your identity.
So, when you two attended the same charity gala, he took the opportunity and made a deal with you.
Since then, he would ensure your identity would never be revealed to the public, and you would give him information or opportunities through your business ties.
However, his random visits were not welcomed. Especially when you had to wake up at three in the morning to let him in your house.
It also didn't help how rumors in high society started to spread about how you were his lover.
You tried to deny those accusations, but Mycroft would just smile and add fuel to the fire, much to your dismay.
What's worse was while you and Mycroft were discussing your new job, Jack decided to pay you a surprise visit to celebrate your birthday.
Explaining why you and a man were in your house alone in a room was definitely something. Luckily, the servants hid the knives in the kitchen just in time.
After explaining, Jack decided to let it go and celebrate your birthday with dinner in your favorite restaurant... away from Mycroft and the prying eyes of his subordinates.
Jack had half a mind to make you stay with him in the manor, even if it meant you were near the Moriarty brothers.
You didn't know why, but Jack decided that you needed a refresher on self-defense and would visit you weekly for lessons.
...and a lesson on the birds and the bees, but you shut that thought immediately.
Since then, Mycroft started teasing about how close you and your uncle were and started planting "gifts" inside your house... as a prank... of course.
So every time before Jack's visits, you and the house servants now have to play a game of scavenger hunt and try to hide them in time.
Explaining to Jack the gift boxes he found filled with your favorite things, ranging from accessories to perfumes from a "secret admirer" almost made your heart stop.
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Sherlock Holmes
Your first meeting was definitely unique, to say the least.
While you were walking home after a long day at work, Sherlock and John were chasing a serial killer on the same street.
The serial killer tried to kill you and buy himself some time. Unfortunately for him, you instinctively and masterfully pinned him down and grabbed his weapon, courtesy of Jack's self-defense lessons.
As the Scotland Yard was arresting the man, Sherlock began questioning you.
Getting deduced as a working-class orphan who's been taken care of by a close family relative who was in the military since a young age was definitely a surprise.
You tried to answer them to the best of your abilities without garnering unwanted attention, but Sherlock could immediately tell you were omitting some things.
Before Sherlock could ask you any more questions, Scotland Yard pulled him away, letting you escape.
You thought you were in the clear, and that was the last time you would ever see them... How wrong you were to see the consulting detective at the entrance of your company the next morning.
Seeing security couldn't contain him, and he was now even visiting you in your home, you decided to bite and answer his remaining questions.
However, even after feeding his curiosity, Sherlock kept visiting you and somehow managed to drag you along to some of his investigations, saying your skills in close combat could come in handy.
This led to you letting out your frustrations to Jack during one of your visits, tired of having Sherlock drag you around all over London.
Sebastian could swear he saw flames burning behind him during your rant as devil horns grew on top of his head.
Unfortunately for him, the great detective was an important pawn in William's plans, so he couldn't directly confront him.
This didn't stop Jack from making it difficult for Sherlock to reach you, though.
You could barely stop yourself from hollering in laughter when you saw Sherlock in front of your house, glaring at you with chicken feathers covering him from head to toe.
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Last Updated: 2024-02-06
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Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
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✑ A Week Early│Prt. II│Prt. III by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: You and Sherlock are having your first children; who've thought the famously emotionless detective would be such an anxious father.
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✑ A Little Love and Lots of Laughs by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "It's been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. [Now], you have [two children] who... happen to love picnics, swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John."
✑ Absence of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You're] away on a mission…, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in [your] life and how badly he wants [you] home."
✑ Always Attract by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "The strobe lights won't stop blinding him and Sherlock can't seem to shake the feeling that he's missing out, until he realizes he isn't."
✑ Bedside Manner by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock figures out who the father is and [a cat's got your] tongue."
✑ Brother, Annoying Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: Sherlock's, once again, struggling to express feelings, refusing to admit he fancies you. Luckily, Mycroft knows just how to get him to confess.
✑ Champagne Problems by leftperfectionmoon • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: reader turns down her boyfriend when he proposes to her as she has been in love with sherlock all this time.
✑ Closed for Today by coppercatswrites • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Sherlock closes shop to take care of you while you're sick.
✑ Don't You Dare Say "I'm Sorry" by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He'd faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down."
✑ Exact Opposite by lykaonimagines • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls [you in] to handle the situation."
✑ Expectant by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "[You're] acting strange, and Sherlock notices. [After] confessing the truth and... He struggles to find the words."
✑ Feeling is Mutual, the by classickook • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "You've been harbouring a crush on Sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as [possible]. Foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he'll even return your sentiment?"
✑ Game is On, the by classickook • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You have a little surprise for Sherlock that turns out differently than you had originally planned."
✑ Headache by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •
Summary: "...While it was rare for you to get a proper headache, it wasn't unfamiliar for you or the boys when one resurfaced. They usually let you be, knowing that rest, medication and sleep would usually take care of the problem. [However,] what happens when you accidentally take one of Sherlock's pills?"
✑ Holmes, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: When Sherlock's parents invite you to dinner, mistaking you for his girlfriend, it pushes their son to finally tell you how he feels.
✑ If You're Shy (Let Me Know) by classickook • 18+ • 〔E᜶M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "When Irene won't stop teasing you about your lack of experience, Sherlock comes to your defence and maybe even proves the woman wrong."
✑ Ignorance and Lunch Dates by thepokyone • 〔M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock was clever. Everybody knew that - especially you, considering you had been friends with him since high school. Being friends with Sherlock had its pros, but it also had its cons."
✑ Jealous? by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: {…}
✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."
✑ Kidnapped by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Kissing Advice by imagine-by-susu • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: When Irene taunts Sherlock with his sexual inexperience, the detective seeks out your advise on the matter. However, the situation does go quite how Sherlock hoped…
✑ Kiss Me Mr. Detective by angeli-marco-writes • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •
Summary: Following an argument with John, Sherlock seeks comfort from you, the one person who's always supported him. The evening takes an turn leading to a night of exploration and intimacy. The only question left is whether or not you'll stay the night?
✑ Let's Have Dinner│Prt. II by classickook • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "as Sherlock's neighbor and friend, you've spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another."
✑ Make Up by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Although you never enjoy fighting with Sherlock, you love making up afterwards.
✑ Men by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You work at the MI-6 Headquarters for Lady Smallwood. You love your job, but one day someone shows up and things get a little bit weird."
✑ Nicknames by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "4 times you used nicknames for Sherlock."
✑ On Edge│Prt. II by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke... [leading] Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing [you] what it's like to be on edge."
✑ On Tap by luxwritesfanfic •
Summary: "Sherlock insists that it would work better with [you] on top and after the night [you] had, there's no point in arguing."
✑ Other Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues."
✑ Rest of Our Lives│Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock returns home late after a week long case, and contemplates the current state of their relationship."
✑ Safe Space by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "During an argument over one of Sherlock's experiments, [you realize] some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on."
✑ Sentiment by goldencherriess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker."
✑ Tipsy by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: When John and Sherlock return to the flat, absolutely smashed, it's up to you and Mrs. Hudson to ensure they're looked after.
✑ Waltz by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ White Lillies by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 •
Summary: You mistakenly confess you feelings to Sherlock, as it happens his reaction is rather sweet.
✑ Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You] enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman's perfume. [You realize] it's Irene Adler who is [trying] to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him."
✑ Woman Who Was No Lady, the by whereiputtheotherstuff • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: A tense conversation with Irene Adler makes Sherlock realize something extraordinary about you.
✑ Why Do I Want to Do This Again
✑ You Don't Know Him Like I Do by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You're sick and tired of constantly hearing insults thrown at Sherlock about how he handles his emotions."
✑ Your Stupid Face by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock is too proud to admit to anybody he likes you, but John knows."
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✑ Affirmation by eurusholmmes • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ All Day by classickook • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Announcement, the by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔M〕 •
✑ Another One!? by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Bad Day by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Bagels by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Birds and Bathtubs by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Blissful Morning by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Boring Days, the by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Cuddling? Cuddling. by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dating and Doctors by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Emotions and Experiments
✑ Enjoy the Show Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Fatherly Advice by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ F*ck It by coppercatswrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Jaw Kisses by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Keep Breathing by eurusholmmes • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Lust by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔E〕 •
✑ Lying Detective, the by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts •
✑ Made for Each Other by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Measurements by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Morning Light by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Never Stood a Chance by luxwritesfanfic • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ New Family by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No Flirting by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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Moriarty the Patriot
First Meetings {Sebastian Moran}
Jealousy {Mycroft Holmes}
Questions {Mycroft Holmes}
Scary Story {Louis James Moriarty}
I'll Invent It Just For You Though {Von Herder}
Apologies {Mycroft Holmes}
Precious {William James Moriarty}
Worried Sick {Mycroft Holmes}
Wedding Traditions {Albert James Moriarty}
Moving In Together Can Be Tough {Sherlock Holmes}
We Can Make This Work {William James Moriarty}
We Can Make This Work {William James Moriarty} (pt 2)
Jujutsu Kaisen
Sunday Mornings {Gojo Satoru}
What We Didn't Know {Gojo Satoru}
Pleasure To Meet You {Gojo Satoru}
After Hours {Gojo Satoru}
Kabedon {Gojo Satoru}
Last Call {Nanami Kento}
Obey Me
Money Getter {Mammon}
Indulgence {Mammon}
Make A Wish {Mammon}
The Millionaire Detective
I Live To Impress {Kambe Daisuke}
He Lives Alone? {Haru Kato}
Tokyo Revengers
A Not So Normal Marriage Proposal {Shinichiro Sano}
The Secrets Are Out {Shinichiro Sano}
Just A Regular Day {Shinichiro Sano}
What Will Happen Then? {Shinichiro Sano}
Comfort {Shinichiro Sano}
Better Than Expected {Kurokawa Izana}
Getting Married {Shinichiro Sano}
Period Problems {Shinichiro Sano}
Guitars Bring People Together {Kurokawa Izana}
And They Were Roommates {Mitsuya Takashi}
Touche {Mitsuya Takashi}
Failed {Shinichiro Sano}
There For You {Shinichiro Sano}
Bad Is The New Soft {Shinichiro Sano}
Black Butler
Comfort {Sebastian Michaelis}
Boku No Hero Academia
Once Upon A January {Dabi}
And I Don't Care If I Am Forgiven {Dabi}
Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter {Dabi}
My Girl {Dabi}
My Girl {Dabi} (pt 2)
Right Person, Not Enough Time {Dabi}
Bleach
Admiration {Kyoraku}
Attack On Titan
You Were More Than Just Somebody I Was Destined To Meet {Levi Ackerman}
Prefer It Like This {Levi Ackerman}
Reborn {Levi Ackerman}
Say That You Will {Levi Ackerman}
Bungo Stray Dogs
Figuring It Out {Dazai Osamu}
When You Know, You Know {Dazai Osamu}
Port Mafia Black {Dazai Osamu}
Bernadette {Dazai Osamu}
Waltz Suite No 2 {Dazai Osamu}
Trying To Forget {Dazai Osamu}
Tokyo Ghoul
Kisses {Hideyoshi Nagachika}
Sorrows And Kisses {Hideyoshi Nagachika}
Gintama
In His Own Way {Sakata Gintoki}
The Way Of The Curls {Sakata Gintoki}
Getting Caught Making Out {Sakata Gintoki}
Kabedon {Sakata Gintoki}
Two Sides {Sakata Gintoki}
Overreacting {Sakata Gintoki}
Perfect Girlfriend {Sakata Gintoki}
Ghosts {Sakata Gintoki}
Missed You {Sakata Gintoki}
Uramichi Onii-San
Relationship Headcanons {Uramichi}
Falling In Love & Jealousy Headcanons With Uramichi and Kumatani
Chainsaw Man
No Commitments {Kishibe}
Lunch Break {Kishibe}
Kishibe With a Fiend!Reader
Baking With Kishibe
Father Figure {Kishibe}
Heaven Official's Blessing
Trouble {Mu Qing}
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Headcanons of you being Sherlock’s wife in Enola Holmes
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Summary: reader insert of enola holmes movie
Henry!Sherlock Holmes x Wife!reader
Notes:
Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading. do not translate or appropriate my work
Comments and kudos are highly appreciated :)
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-you grew up with the holmes as your mothers were friends, sherlock’s mum was as a second mother to you and thought you how to be tough and independent in a difficult world for women
-you are intelligent and strong, even mycorft respects you although he hides it
-you played with Mycroft and sherlock when they were children, and although Mycroft is mean with everyone with you is a bit nicer as you always treated him well
-as children you helped their investigations
-sherlock did not realize he was in love with you until his late teenage years, he always thought those feelings were standard, although he had them only for you
-he almost lost you as your family wanted to bethrow you when you inherited the family wealth and send you to a boarding school
-the prospect of losing you made him realize his feelings, you made him feel things no one else did
-you two married as soon as age and moved to London, to 221b baker street where you open your investigation corps holmes & Y/L/S
-sherlock always treated you as equal and never considered himself to be entitled to tell you what to do, something that for the time was not always given for granted. You had freedom and love
-enola idolizes you, maybe even more than she idolizes sherlock, she wants to be like you
-as you and Mycroft and sherlock arrive at the holmes estate she presents you in her head ‘my genius brother, and his equally genius wife. y/n y/l/n. brilliant and beautiful, she takes order from no one and from society even less. Their adventures are legendary, every man wants her, every woman envies her. But they are only loyal and in love with each others  ‘
-she calls you three but you all don’t recognize her ‘enola’ you realize when she says that you had sent a telegram for her. As Mycroft insults her state not very lady like, you admonish him
-as you sit in the carriage you try to have small talk with her. You did feel guilty that you and sherlock did not visit his house often and hence had not seen enola in quite some times, probably since your wedding.
-you and sherlock give her sympathetic looks as Mycroft complains about their mother and the house. Instead you reminish the time you spent there
-you, Mycroft and sherlock are playing pool and discussing their mother disappeared. Mycrift still after years is not fond of you playing with them but can’t so nothing about it as sherlock or you would not take no for an answer
-mycriofts rants about how he was ‘robbed’ and you and sherlock point to the fact that he is very wealthy and mycorft bites back that you two always judge him ‘also you two never showed any interest in this family apart from each other’s so what right have you to talk?’. ‘I will send her to a boarding school’ mycriofts states ‘no you will not’ you intervene. They wanted to send you too ‘it’s not your decision to make’ he points ‘exactly it’s enola’s. she could prefer to stay here and we could hire a governess’ sherlock says helping your point. ‘I will care for enola you two find mother’ Mycroft states, ‘she is not a property she is a person’ you bite back. ‘I’m her ward not you two. Or do you two want to play family with enola instead of conforming to society  and have your own children as you should?’ he asks making fun that you and sherlock decided to wait for children, you hit Mycroft with the pool stick making it seem like an accident, ‘God help you two influence, she is already too smart, poor dressed and uneducated with you two’s ideas she will be unsavable, father would be turning in his grave’ Mycroft adds now making you and sherlock mad ‘careful mycroft’ sherlock adds his eyes rageful at the insults Mycroft said on you and your life choices
-‘sherlock we need to help her’ you tell your husband that night as you got ready for bed ‘she is Mycroft’s ward’ he says logically ‘she reminds me of me, she is free, independent , intelligent and he wants to fit her in society, to make her dull and make her marry against her will. As once they tried to do to me’ you say, sherlock at that gets your point he almost lost you and you yourself for similar reasons ‘I’ll talk to mycrof’ he says, you kiss his head ‘thank you’. You two sleep in what was once his childhood bedroom, strange to finally be allowed to share it when as young you had to sneak in.
-still the next day enola doesn’t want to go to school she asks for you two’s help ‘I could be your ward, please I have much to learn from you two’ she pleads you two, you are about to speak when sherlock intervenes ‘enola, I’m sorry, but you are his ward. It’s out of my hands’ he says sadly  
-you are mad at both of the holmes brothers but before you can reply enola storms out as you try put some sanity in the holmes’s heads as you too storm out searching for her but sherlock finds her first.
-enola is on the tree while sherlock under it. You decide to give them some space as you wait behind a tree nearby
-sherlock reminisces with enola on the few memories he has of her and the most fondly one. ‘you were the flower girl at my wedding. And you made y/n trip and instead of being angry as every other maiden of her wedding day would be she laughed and scooped you up’ he says smiling at the memory. ‘why did you never visit?’ she asks him ‘I live a busy life’ he says in shame ‘why did you never write? The only letter I ever got where from y/n, just giving basic info on you two and asking me how I was. And the presents on Christmas and my birthday’ enola says. Sherlock thinks, he knew you wrote to check on enola and asked him many times to do it, he didn’t see the sense of it ‘I kept all newspapers of ever case you solved’ she admits ‘that is flattering’ he smiles ‘but yet it took our mother disappearance to get you home. She is not coming back she meant to go’ she says tearing up sherlock says that she is right and that yet she is been emotional ‘that is understandable but unnecessarily’ . ‘you too must be emotional, as if you care for y/n, and she is too smart to be with a man who doesn’t’ care for her enough’ , sherlock chuckles at enola’s question ‘being emotional and having emotions are two different things enola. I  love my wife but it doesn’t mean I get emotional in front of every challenge I get. although I must admit she can cause more emotions than I like to admit, but you know that, don’t you love’ sherlock says the last part at higher voice in your direction you exit your hiding place, as enola sees you
-enola escapes the house and sherlocks starts to investigate ‘this is not a game sherlock! your smart sister who has never exited this house in her life is missing!’ you tell him frustrated as he understand you are right ‘we need to find her sherlock. We abandonment her once. We can’t do it again’
-mycroft to piss you both has invited sherlock to meet him at the gentlemen only club, in which you can’t enter sherlock doesn’t want to go and play his game but you tell him he must as you need to find enola. The brothers discuss course of action while you read the newspaper on a bench nearby the club and find the news on two boys jumping from a train, ‘enola’ you realise
-you and sherlock search for enola at Ms Graystone and sherlock makes her mad immediately ‘my love behave’ you say trying to make the stress dissipate. You know her you have been at the feminist talks many times giving your support but you were never given too much space considering your job and who you were married to
-‘enola is perfectly capable on her own’ Ms Graystone, ‘she is, but she is 16, she needs her family’ you try to argue, ‘and how could you understand the power of a woman relying on no family or no boy’ she roasts you, ‘don’t mistake my choose to marry for love for a weakness! Women should be free and choose their own course of life, I choose to marry and choose to have my investigating business and I will not be judged by that’ you argue back. She explains that sherlock lack of interest in politics is because the system fits him ‘you would know more, but apparently even y/n didn’t’ talk about it to you’ ‘politics bores me but interest y/n, and has her right for her ideas and fights and doesn’t need my help if she doesn’t ask for it’he defends himself. ‘exactly you don’t know what it means to be powerless, and to search for a way to change the word when you are powerless’ Graystone argues, ‘what a family ! a lost child, a puffed-up minsatophist, a revolutionary and you two with no friends, just you two and your strange occupation obssession with footprints and clues, caring for no one but expect each others and the small bubble you created for yourself. What you two can know about the struggle of women and lower class in a patriarchal and poor house’ she continues ‘well I must go back to work, at least I’m happy you are interested in enola. Eudora always though you just ignored your sister as you ignore everything but yourself and occasionally your wife like the presumptions oystige you are. But I suspect that she needs you, both of you’ she concludes before leaving you two ‘that is what also you keepstelling me’ sherlock says to you
-enola is found by Mycroft without telling you or sherlock knowing that you will fight for not have her send to the school. ‘you don’t care about me mycorft, you just want me locked away so I can’t make damage’ ‘you made it already. Almost as much as our bother and his wife’
-you and sherlock finally find her at the school you hug her ‘did they hurt you?’ you ask her worried. You three discuss the case and you see on sherlock a proud smile which you found joy in, as he compliments enola’s detective skill you think that finally you all could be a family. She asks you both if you will stop his mother ‘I don’t get involved in politics’ he explains ‘or people unless there are clues, but y/n does in both’  adds enola, ‘enola is not that easy’ ‘did you two help mycroft catch me?’ ‘of course not we ran here as soon as we discover it ‘ you reply. ‘but you told him about the money’ ‘yes. you disappeared We had to know how far you’ll go’s sherlock replies ‘am I just a case to you ? that is why you are here’ she says angry. ‘no’ he says ‘or just because y/n asked you? Or are you feeling guilty?’ ‘I’m here because I care for you!’ he shouts back ‘you are being emotional, is understandable, but unnecessary’ she says repeating what he had told her days before . sherlock gives her the present as they reminish their parents and you look happily at them that made peace. ‘the choice is always yours, whatever society may claim it can’t control you, y/n here and our mother are the proof of that’ he explains to her
-you and sherlock finally solved the case and went to Lestrade explaining the solution. You both are very proud of having solve it until Lestrade says ‘how did you sister gets here before you?’ you both are shocked and then instantly proud at enola , you hadn’t seen sherlock so happy in a long time
-you and sherlock and Mycroft wait for Enola to show up at the royal academy. ‘we would like to be her ward. We will take care of her’ sherlock says as you smile proudly ‘trialing for children?’ Mycroft says as you look at him with dead cold stare ‘well be it, I wash my hand of it.’ ‘well all for the better’ you add ‘you two are two strange fishes’ ‘and you are cantankerous one. Also never again make improper allusion to my wife’ sherlocks says to his brother, who just shrugs . you three then speak of Tweksebyrry ‘he is a good young man, rare to find such’ you say, exchange a look with sherkock alluding as he too is, ‘he is rather kin of enola’ sherlock adds, looking at you meaning the same ‘well then they should marry. It would tame them both. Although that was my hope for you two and instead marriage with you two it did not tame much, actually probably made you both a bigger headache for me’ Mycroft says annoyed as he leaves. ‘drink at your favorite club siter in law?’ Mycroft asks as a peace offering ‘only if you pay brother in law’ you reply. Meanwhile sherlock realizes that enola is there watching them and smiles as you three made peace and head towards the club
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iguana-eyanna · 1 year
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What They Didn't Know Was Missing
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Summary: It's hard to come into terms of becoming a mother, but Sherlock reassures you that he'll remind you every day that you are worthy of being one to your child.
Warning: pregnancy symptoms, labor, mentions of abandonment, mentions of gun violence
It was around noon at 221 Baker Street. Sherlock was walking back home with a small packaged box in hand, holding it a bit tighter than he should.
He makes his way to his apartment, walking on the steps as he turned his key to the room. He looks around, not minding that his organized mess is gone and the smell of his pipe no longer lingered in the air.
Sherlock was territorial when it came to his home, but he made changes in his life when he met you.
You were the owner of a barkeep, feisty, and wasn't afraid of telling a man off when he didn't pay his tab. So when Sherlock came to the bar to ask about a suspect, you'd only answer his questions if he was a paying customer.
Either he was desperate to find answers or he just wanted to stay to talk to you for hours, the Holmes man paid a heavy load.
You both weren't afraid of courting each other in public, even if you two weren't of the same status. But, it was time to change some things. Your pub that you've built from the ground up turned into a legit business and Sherlock turned from his lone wolf days and finally proposed to you.
"I never knew I was alone until I met you, and I don't want that feeling again."
Your ceremony was small, Enola and his mother shed a few tears and you couldn't believe that his eldest brother, Mycroft, came (he never liked you due to your independent spirit, but he started to tolerate you more. Call it a win). Being married for about half a year has been a dream. But like a dream, one has to wake up.
Once Sherlock takes off his outdoor attire, he searches for you and lands his eyes on a figure on his couch.
"Hi." he whispered softly as he kneels to your level as you laid on the couch.
You turn around to face him and give him a tired smile.
"Same symptoms as yesterday?" He asks, unpacking the small box in his hand.
"Yes. When you left this morning, I awoke abruptly and felt sick." You said as your stomach churned.
"Here, chew this." Sherlock said, taking out an herb that was small as a chestnut.
You leaned your head further as he fed you the piece. You slightly grimace at the taste.
"It taste like grass." You said.
"I didn't know that you eat grass." He said, smirking. You lightly smack his chest as you lie on your side.
"It's already fighting off the nausea. How did you know it will work?" You ask.
Sherlock sat on the ground while he combed your hair with his fingers to help you relax.
"I remember my mother used it when she was pregnant with Enola."
You pause at his words, feeling your face pale.
Pregnant... the word scared you.
You got up from your lying position as Sherlock dotingly helps you too. He sits beside you as you laid your head on his shoulder. You've been feeling some sort of way since a doctor diagnosed you alongside your husband's deduction. Secretly, Sherlock was thrilled that he would become a father, he never thought he'd had a chance of having a family of his own.
He looks down at you, his eyes gazing at how you've been losing sleep and appearing almost crestfallen. He knows why you’ve been feeling like this, but he wants to hear it from you first.
“Please, love. I just want to know how I can help you.” He murmurs.
You begin to sniffle as you try to avoid his gaze.
“You can’t, Sherlock..” you said as you were about to get up.
He softly grabs your wrist and guides you to his lap, holding you still so you won’t leave him.
“You won't abandon them.” Sherlock’s voice rose.
“How can you be sure?” You ask, feeling the hot tears roll your cheeks.
You were given up as a baby, growing in an orphanage. When you were old enough, you ran away and decided to work at a pub when they needed a maid. The owner loved you as their own daughter, so they wrote you in their will to become the next barkeep. But even after your entire journey and becoming a business owner, you felt so incomplete of why your parents gave you up.
“Because you are full of love. You’re able to teach our child how to love, you’ve taught me how to love. There is not one ounce in my body that tells me that you will leave them. And I'm usually right all the time."
You chuckle loudly as you wiped away your tears. Not a lot of people saw this soft side of your husband, and you slightly feel selfish that you want to keep this side of him all to yourself.
You lean into his chest as he holds you closer to him, his hand suddenly resting on your now-showing bump.
"I promise you, I'll be there every second. Even for the birth."
You look at him worried, as it wasn't common practice for the father to be present for the birth. You haven't recovered from the stories from your friends who are midwives.
"Sherlock, I don't think that -"
"My love, I will never let you doubt yourself for one moment. I'm going to be there in your time of need. We'll be alright, trust me." He says, kissing the side of your temple. Sherlock wasn't any conventional man, so you knew his words were true.
You smile up at him as you cuddled closer to one another as you stare down at your abdomen, anticipating the life you're growing.
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"Where is he!?" You screamed as you feel a contraction take control of your body.
"Sherlock's been working on a case since noon." Enola said, trying to support you in your distress.
"Typical, that man." You gritted as you sat on the edge of your bed, feeling the contraction go away.
After Sherlock went out during the day, Enola decided to pop in and say hello. She was going on and on about that Tewkesbury boy and suddenly you felt your water broke. Enola was shocked as well as you were and decided to call for her mother as she had no idea how to deliver a baby.
As on cue, your mother in law comes with hot boiling water and a towel on her shoulder, smiling at you.
"How are we doing dear?" She asks, putting the pail down.
"Like my body is splitting in half." You heaved out, gripping the sheets in your hand.
"It means it's almost time. Let me have a look at your dilation." Eudoria said, kneeling down.
You begin to cry, fearing that your husband was going to miss the birth of your baby.
A hostile knock echos the apartment alongside your moans, and Eudoria orders Enola to send off the person interrupting.
"I'm afraid you have to push, my dear." She said, seeing that you've dilated.
You shake your head, crying.
"I can't do it. Not without Sherlock."
"It will all be alright, we need to get this baby out so you can finally see them. Enola! Come quick, I need you to support your sister!"
Enola comes barging in, looking a bit pale at you.
"Please, don't freak out." She begs you.
You're about to ask what's wrong until Mycroft comes in, trying his best to hold your husband up as he was badly wounded.
"I'm sorry, he saw a sniper a few feet from us. Sherlock tried to push me away, but the bullet..."
You begin to sob, seeing your husband like this.
"Take him to the couch and treat his wound, you're upsetting her." Eudoria commanded, not wanting you to be in hysteria.
"No, I'm fine. I'm not- leaving my wife." Sherlock grunted, knowing the bullet went through some flesh and his pain was manageable.
His mother and brother shared an uneasy look, but after you cry again, Mycroft guided his younger brother to you.
Sherlock held your hand as you squeezed it tight, gritting your teeth as the contractions were doubling.
"You're here." You teared up.
"You know I wouldn't have missed this." Sherlock said, kissing your palm as he crawled behind you so you can rest behind his chest.
"Alright, are you two ready to have your baby here?" Eudoria asks. You look up to Sherlock who smiles at you as you shook your head, anticipating the greatest pain you faced to meet.
The birth was excruciating, and there were moments when you wanted to give up. But Sherlock kept whispering in your ear, urging you to keep pushing. Soon, you welcomed a healthy baby who was crying as loud as a symphony.
Now you were in bed, resting with your baby in your arms as Sherlock returned after saying goodbye to his mother, brother, and sister.
He stands there by the door frame looking at you, smiling at such a heavenly scene.
"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asks, knowing you're beyond tired.
"I feel so at peace, I can't take my eyes off of them." you whispered as they were sound asleep. Sherlock slowly makes his way to you and slips within the sheets.
"I was so unsure of what type of mother I'll be... but seeing them now, I never want to let them go." You said.
You turn to see your husband crying a bit, knowing since the day you found out you were pregnant that you'd be an amazing mother.
"I never doubted for one second."
Your foreheads connected as you breathed in his scent.
"I thought I almost lost you." you said in a low tone.
Sherlock sighs, knowing that any case he'd take would permanently take him away from both of you.
"You'll never lose me, I'll promise both of you that." he whispers.
You both lean in for a kiss and stare down at your baby once more. Two lonely souls found each other and they found what they didn't know was missing: love.
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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 8 months
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Answer The Phone (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL
Characters: Mycroft X Daughter!Reader, Sherlock X Niece!Reader
Universe: Sherlock
Warnings: mentions of being drugged via gas (fun story, this happened to me once lol), bomb, explosion, burns, unhealthy relationship with parent
Request: Hello could you do mycroft x daughter reader. Final problem the two have really broken father and daughter relationship and they haven't express themselves and because of it sherlock is kinda the father figure of the reader. So instead of Sherlock doing the phonecall its the mycroft who did the phonecall and reader almost said 'I love you ' to mycroft but its time up and mycrift witness the explosion in reader apartment and the Holmes are broken as they heard the shrill scream coming from the reader. Its up to you if you wanna turn out to let reader died. 😊
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It had been a long time since you had actually gotten along with your dad. A long time since tensions weren’t running high when in his presence, well aware that things were one thoughtless comment away from a bicker or an argument. Whether it was wanting something from one another- more affection from him, or a more agreeable personality from you- or just not agreeing on things in general. He often commented on how you were more like your uncle Sherlock, even when you were young. Back then you took it as a compliment, seeing your uncle as a genius who adored you and was by far the funnest uncle in the world, but in your pre-teens you realised he meant it as an insult.
You could never forgive him for doing that, even if he didn’t mean it, or didn’t even realise what he was saying. Everytime he said it, it made you pull away from him even more. Spend more time with the man he compared you to, the only person who seemed to actually care about you. Of course, that was until you met Mrs Hudson and then John moved in with Sherlock. Mrs Hudson kept you company when your uncle was busy and you were avoiding your dad, and she’d softly poke into your home life and your relationship with your dad and try and give advice. John thought you were Sherlock’s assistant for a short while before Sherlock corrected him, acting insulted that he thought you were ‘just an assistant’. When he met Mycroft, he immediately began to understand why you weren’t close, and tried to be a responsible adult you could turn to. In the end, when you became a legal adult, you moved to an apartment much, much closer to Sherlock than your dad, and never in the 3 years you’d had it, had your dad stepped foot inside of it. He wasn’t allowed to. 
You had a lot of feelings towards your dad from childhood to now. Anger, resentment, distrust. A disconnect you never thought and come to accept could ever be fixed. Whenever you needed support, you went to Sherlock. John. Mrs Hudson. Never him. But this time was different. 
You were currently trapped in the said apartment. The one place you were supposed to feel safe no matter what, yet here you were, eyes focussed on the bomb that had been planted in the middle of your living room, the heart of your apartment, with several wires linking to it all across the apartment like spiderwebs. Linked to every possible escape route- the windows, the fire escape, and the only door in and out. You didn’t remember what had happened- you vaguely remember an odd smell as you wet to sleep last night, and when you awoke, you found yourself laying on the floor of your living room, and sitting up and seeing the device. Whoever had done this, had been nice enough to leave your phone right beside the bomb. You didn’t call anyone or even turn the phone on for several hours, scared that it had been tampered with as well and that was also a trigger, but you grew desperate. The first person you tried to call was your dad. You didn’t get through, so then you called Sherlock, and he picked up almost immediately, and you told him what was going on. 
That was about two hours ago now. The police cars littered the streets outside, the complex and surrounding buildings completely evacuated. It was just you and this bomb within a 50 foot radius. Well, for a period of time, both Sherlock and John were on the other side of the door, asking you a billion and one questions about what you could see, and you described everything to the best of your abilities, and it was useful. One, Sherlock was able to piece together it was well made, and whoever made this was an expert and had experience with this- probably a military man, working in a bomb squad or something, and that this was purely explosive, no nails or anything to cause more damage, and due the size, the blast wouldn’t go far past the walls of your home. However, after demanding his honesty, he admitted he also had no clue how to diffuse it, or if that was even possible. It seemed too fragile, that even a light breeze could set it off. That solidified your decision to remain perfectly still within two of the wires attached to your windows, too scared to even touch the glass or move to quickly, remembering his comment on a breeze, and didn’t want to risk vibration. 
You still hadn’t been able to reach your dad. 
“John?” You had asked over the phone. The phone was often being in call between people, mostly Sherlock and John, though Mrs Hudson had called when neither were available to try and keep you calm. It was John’s turn as Sherlock was following leads. 
“Yeah? Is something happening?” John asked. 
“No it’s just… I can’t reach my dad. I keep trying to call him but he won’t pick up… I… I just want to hear his voice.” You admitted. It sounded ridiculous, childish, but you were tired, hungry, and the adrenaline had drained your energy a while ago now. “Does he know what’s happening?” You asked. He was silent on his side for a minute. 
“I don’t know, but I tell you what, I’m going to personally find him, and drag him here, and make him answer his phone, okay?” He promised, and you could hear the anger oozing over the phone, which you couldn’t help but smile at. “In the meantime, I think Sherlock is going to call you later, I think he’s onto something. Hang on, alright?” He said, before handing up. You placed the phone on the floor, carefully standing up, and with distance between yourself and the window, you peered out of it, able to see John as he dashed off towards Lestrade, telling him something, before the pair got into a car and took off presumably to go and find your dad. Looking around more, you spotted Mrs Hudson peering up. She waved when she saw you, and you waved back. With nothing else to do, you sat back down in front of the bomb, trying to examine it to the best of your ability, seeing nothing of importance, before you laid down on the floor, closing your eyes, and waiting.
You flinched when your phone rang. You flinched every time it rang, even if someone had told you just a minute prior it was coming. You reached over, picking it up and placing it to your ear, remembering what John had said. “Sherlock?” You asked. 
“How many pieces of furniture in your flat can you crawl under?” His question was far from reassuring, as you bolted up, on high alert. 
“U-Um, I don’t know, why? Do I need to hide? Take cover? What’s going on?” You panicked. 
“The wiring to the bomb is far too fragile for someone to be able to rig it from the outside after escaping. They must have either found or made another way inside, somewhere where you wouldn’t have noticed. If we can find it you can get out yourself, or we can get inside. Think. Lay on the floor and look around for anything, furniture that you can get under, or furniture light enough but large enough to cover an escape but be able to move from below. Be. Careful. Watch the wires. Call me back if you find anything, I’m on my way back.” He said before hanging up, leaving you alone with silence and overwhelming pressure. You looked at the wires around you, before trying to think of the best places for someone to hide a hatch- under the coffee table, the recliner that you knew was easy to move, your wardrobe in your room which had some crawl space underneath, and for you, the most creepy- under your bed. You quickly checked under your coffee table in front of you, of course finding nothing, because of course that would be too easy. Your recliner was across from you, so after a deep breath, you got down on the ground, and carefully crawled under the wires, spotting a wire that was too low to crawl under, and you stood and carefully stepped over it. You then carefully moved your recliner, checking underneath, and found nothing. That left your bedroom. 
Your phone rang again, and your cursed yourself, realising you left it beside the table, and you hurriedly but carefully moved back, grabbing it and answering it. “Hello? Sherlock?” 
“Y/N?” Your dad’s voice caught you off guard, and you gasped in surprised. “What’s going on? John told me to call you and said it was dire.” He asked. A relief came over you just from hearing his voice, your eyes burning as you sniffed. 
“Dad… it’s bad.” You started, getting silence on the phone. “There’s… someone put some sort of sedative gas into my flat when I went to bed and broke in- they moved me into the living room and- there’s a bomb. There’s a bomb in the living room and it’s wired up to every escape and I can’t get out and I’m scared and I don’t want to die-” You rambled to him before you heard him finally repeating your name to try and interrupt you. 
“Y/N, Y/N, breathe. Is Sherlock working on it?” He asked, that last sentence sound a little distance, and you faintly heard John confirm in the background, before he returned to the phone. “Alright. Sherlock’s working on it. What has he told you?” 
“He um… He said that he thinks there’s a secret entrance somewhere- and that’s how the person who did this escaped after rigging everything. He told me to look for it- I’m going to check in my bedroom next.” You explained to him, looking over, being relieved when you saw no wire attached to the door. 
“Is that door rigged?” 
“No. Hold on, I have to crawl under the wires.” You explained, getting back down, crawling under the wires, before reaching it the door, and holding the phone to your ear. “Okay, I’m at the door.”
“Do you feel like a secret agent?” He asked, catching you off guard. 
“What?” You asked, pausing in your plan. 
“Crawling under and over the wires. It’s like the laser lights and those agents avoiding them. You used to love those movies when you were little. You thought that was what Sherlock did in his cases.” He reminisced. A faint smile met your lips. You’d totally forgotten about that. 
“Yeah… I remember one time when I pulled out all the red thread from a jumper you had gotten me, pinning it all over the house so I could pretend to be a secret agent and then using it to make an information board… you were so mad when you came back home because the jumper was some expensive brand and I’d made the board on a wall and wrote on it and everything… sorry about that.” You told him, somehow finding the energy to chuckle pathetically. 
“Don’t apologise.” Mycroft told you. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. You were 6, you were just being a child.” He pointed out. “I’m… I’m also sorry that I didn’t answer your calls. I should have known something was wrong when you kept trying to reach me.” He apologised. You hummed, before you realised something. 
“This is the first time we’ve been able to actually talk without bickering or arguing in years.” You pointed out. You heard him sigh. 
“When this whole mess is over, I promise you we’re going to have a proper family dinner, catch up, and actually talk. No bickering. No arguing. A genuine conversation. How does that sound?” He asked. You smiled to yourself. This was the best thing that had happened all day, not like that was hard. 
“Yeah. Let’s hope the escape is in my room.” You said, remembering your task. You reached out, grabbing the handle of your bedroom door, and opening it, and pulling the door open. “Hey, you know, despite not really getting along my whole life, I want you to know that I do love-” You looked up to search your room, but the sound of a beep made your eyes focus on the bomb attached to your bedframe, this one a lot bigger, that was rigged to your bedroom door, that you had just set off.
Mycroft heard you gasp, the sound of you running, hearing you muttering repeatedly ‘no, no, no, no”, the sound of you trying to open a door before the call ended. “Y/N?” Mycroft asked. He heard nothing. He tried calling you back, and it didn’t even ring. He got an awful feeling in his stomach and he wanted to be sick, but he looked up at John who looked confused at what was happening, having not heard what he’d heard. “Get me to her flat right now.” 
By the time the pair arrived on your street, it was already blocked off and there was more than one firetruck trying to subdue the fire that was blazing where your flat used to be. Mycroft didn’t speak as he approached, seeing the sight, realising what it was exactly that he heard. He heard his daughter realise she triggered an explosive. He heard his daughter run across the one place she was meant to be safe to the front door. He heard his daughter try and open the door, and realise it was locked and she was trapped inside.
He heard his daughter die, terrified and alone. And for what? Why? Why not him, or Sherlock? He wanted to be angry, demand answers, find who did this and get revenge even if it isn’t lawful, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t find it in himself to be angry right now. Only guilty. He should have spent more time with you. He should have tried harder to be a better parent to you, he should have been kinder, more understanding. He should have been there. 
“John! Mycroft!” Mycroft didn’t hear Mrs Hudson at first as she dashed over as quick as she could- she was sobbing and sniffling, clutching a handkerchief to her face as she approached. 
“Mrs Hudson, what happened?!” John asked alarmed and out of breath. 
“There was a second bomb in the bedroom, when she opened the door it set it off.” She explained. Mycroft finally looked away from the blaze to look at the woman. The call had ended only 20 minutes or so prior, and since the flat was still in fire, so there was no way to examine the scene. 
“How do you know that?” He asked her. She didn’t say anything, simply grabbing his arm and pulling him down the street, pass the firetrucks, past the police who looked defeated, and towards an ambulance. The back doors were open, and inside he was able to see two paramedics tending to someone in the bed. He felt his heart leap into his throat as he sprinted to the edge and jumped inside, able to finally see your face, an oxygen mask over your face, burns littering your body, and you were unconscious as a paramedic was placing bandaging on one of your burns. “Is she okay? Is my daughter okay?” He demanded answers, one of the paramedics looking up at him. 
“She’s suffered burns and blunt force trauma from the explosion. She was conscious when she was able to get out, but she fell unconscious, and we need to get her to the hospital now. Please sit down if you’re coming with her.” He instructed, and Mycroft followed and sat down. He turned, seeing John and Mrs Hudson stood, staring at you. 
“Please make sure Sherlock finds out who did this. They need to pay for this.” Mycroft demanded. John nodded firmly, before the doors shut, the sirens turned on and the ambulance began to move. Mycroft put his whole focus on you, making sure your chest moved up and down, looking for any sign of you waking up, and more importantly, any sign you were in pain. He only saw you breathing, and he decided for now he should be thankful for that. He didn’t know what exactly he was going to do, but he knew that somehow, someway, he was going to fix this. He was going to make everything better. He had to.
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Take My Hand
As a toddler Mycroft Holmes’ parents understood he was not fond of touch. He especially did not like to have his hands held. He constantly tried to have something in at least one hand to have a reason not to touch or be touch beyond necessities.
A repair was needed to a fence in back acreage. Now a curious aged seven, Mycroft followed his father and the groundskeeper across their land. Accustomed to the young boy’s presence, neither thought anything of it as hopped random stones to cross the wide creek. Mycroft easily hopped the first few stones, but nearly slipped into the water with his last attempt. He realized his young legs were not a match for the length of the adult men. It was not deep water, but it was nearing winter and he did not want to fall.
“Da!” Mycroft, carefully balanced on a stone, called to his father.
Mr. Holmes turned in surprise at his very independent son until he understood the problem. He reached out, Take my hand.
Mycroft reluctantly put his hand out, the chagrin of having to do so evident, even on his young face.
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Mummy heard when the front door slammed. Her husband was about to yell when she held up a hand as two sets of footsteps ran up the stairs.
“Sherlock. Leave. Me. The hell. ALONE!” was bellowed from upstairs.
The insulting tones of a younger brother, who knew a lot- but not yet enough, followed.
“Of course he’s mad, you’re stupid! You kissed him; I saw it! And with your tongue in his mouth? Nasty! That’s why he hit you!”
Mummy was on her way up when something heavy in Mycroft’s room hit the floor and shattered.
“Sherlock! Go downstairs and help your father.”
“But Mummy…”
“Now, Sherlock.”
She entered the bedroom, closed the door gently behind her and carefully stepped around the shattered CRT monitor on the floor. Mycroft laid with his back to the door. He curled further in on himself, but did not otherwise acknowledge her. Still, she knew he was aware of her presence. She silently sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
“I didn't know it could hurt so much…” a muffled voice sniffled.
“Unfortunately, the first one almost always does, son.”
“There will not be another,” a broken voice snarled.
She had known it was going to end badly with her son and the closeted boy, but some things cannot be avoided in life, and one’s very first heartbreak was at the top of the list. Her own heart broke as Mycroft sobbed into his pillow.
Knowing he would never ask, after a while she simply put an open palm beside him. Take my hand. 
She knew he would know it is there. Moments later an awkward hand silently reached out barely touching hers.
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Hands on his umbrella, Mycroft said nothing as his -no longer a baby- brother’s Red rimmed verdigris eyes slowly fluttered open and tracked the hospital room until they met his.
“How…?” Sherlock’s normally baritone, a raspy shadow of its normally mellifluous self. He groaned as he tried to sit up.
“Why ask questions you know the answer to, Sherlock?”
Mycroft had flicked his eyes away, but knew Sherlock caught his wince. The beating had been brutal. Sherlock had deleted the details of how they got there from himself, but Mycroft dig not need Sherlock to tell him; he had already deduced it. 
“This OD was accidental, a miscalculation…”
“Miscalcu-!” Mycroft nearly thundered before he stopped himself. The sudden silence, was one thing, but nothing could have prepared Mycroft for the tears that slipped from his own eyes.  “Promise me, Sherlock.” Mycroft angrily wiped them away,  “Promise you won’t do this again…” Mycroft’s voice broke piteously.  “Please?”
Sherlock placed his hand on the guard rail near him.
Mycroft knew it was not a promise to stop, but silently asking: should he fall, again, would Mycroft be there.
Sherlock’s hand lingered there for a while silently begging, Take my hand.
Only when it seemed Sherlock was about to pull away, did Mycroft lay his hand over Sherlock’s.
“I’ll always be there for you.”
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It was less than two hours since his parents left his office after a tongue lashing that Mycroft had not been privy to since A Levels. It helped to know Sherlock did not hate him for the keeping the secret of their little sister all that time. Still, his parents’ words had stung. With Sherlock taking their parents back home and Anthea still at Sherrinford straightening the mess left in Eurus’ wake; for the first time in a long time, Mycroft felt utterly and completely alone.
Even more so than when he woke up trapped in Eurus’ old cell.
He had sat on the floor because Eurus had destroyed the bed taking away the only comfort in that space. The floor was cold and he was not exactly young anymore. He was grateful when rescue arrived in the form of Greg Lestrade.
“Here.”  Greg offered to help when Mycroft’s cold stiffened bones protested rising.
“I’m fine.” Mycroft used the bedframe to pull himself up.
“You're not alone, just so you know.” Greg had sighed as they walked out.
At the time Mycroft thought Greg referred to the eyes and ears that were always in that room.
Mycroft told Anthea she could go home and he was on his way home himself.
Somehow, he wound up in the carpark of NSY instead.
He does not know who, if anyone, told Greg he was there. He was just grateful when the man acknowledged his driver, then quietly slid into the backseat next to him.
Greg said nothing as the car pulled into traffic; just his presence was enough to chase the demons away.
Only then did Mycroft understand what Greg had truly meant that night. 
“I’m not alone, Greg.” Mycroft laid his hand on the seat between them, his pinky grazed along Greg’s then stilled. “I know that now.”
Understandably unsure, Greg tentatively slid his hand closer so that their respective pinkies fully touched, but nothing more.
“And just so you know; neither are you.” Mycroft turned his palm up on the seat in offering, Take my hand.
“I know that now.” Greg smiled as he slowly slid his hand over Mycroft’s and grasped it.
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