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Being Sherlock Holmes protege/child

Pairings: Sherlock Holmes x teen!reader (slight John Watson x teen!reader, slight Greg Lestrade x teen!reader)

Imagine: Sherlock taking a liking to you and decides that he wants you as his protege

Warnings: mention of struggling with school idk what else

A/N so as always my works are gn!reader so that anyone can read them and idk this idea just came to me might write and actual fic about it (sorry if it might be messy, haven’t reread it after I wrote it)

I love Sherlock <3 that’s it that’s my actual comment

So you somehow caught Sherlock’s attention weather it be that you are smart as him or not doesn’t really matter, you caught his attention

It was at a crime scene in which you helped Lestrade a lot in the case until he contacted Sherlock, when Sherlock got there he noticed how you helped him get to the answer, or more like you knew the answer which turned out to be correct. Having known much about this crime and the people involved helped you a lot to solve it.

Sherlock who as usual tried to deduce everyone tried to deduce you and noticed that he couldn’t, or he got it all wrong, it made him more curious about you

So Sherlock decided out of nowhere that he liked you, he saw potential in you and wanted to take you in, so that’s what he did

If you were an orphan he got accepted to foster you, but if you aren’t then he needed your parents approval, which he got (with a bit of help from Lestrade and Mycroft)

The first week living with Sherlock was filled with him trying to figure out things about you. In doing that he did actually notice all your bad habits.

He noticed how you were stressed about school a lot, how you struggled with school, which he thought weird as outside of school you were damn smart but as soon as it came to school all went to shit

So he started (without himself knowing) slowly to help you with your school work, he’d say random facts that you would actually need to your assignments in which you wrote down. He helped you a lot that way and when he noticed he still continued, because he noticed you never asked for help. You were a lot less stressed over school because of his help.

After a few weeks he started to notice how you would make sure that he took care of himself but you wouldn’t take care of yourself, so he started to tell you to eat something, to drink, to sleep, like you always told him

The first case he took you to was the first time you ever saw Sherlock get “scolded” though neither you or Sherlock took any mind to Lestrade telling him of for bringing a teenager to a crime scene, you wanted to be there to help so what was the problem?

Let’s not forget that both you and Sherlock are greatly annoyed by Anderson and Donovan because if anyone where to ask the two of you then they are both bloody idiots who doesn’t know a shit, and they do call you both names in which are not to your liking

Changing topic a bit Sherlock always wants to hear what you have to say about a crime scene

Everyone getting worried by your antics of throwing yourself in danger most of the time to help Sherlock who is in trouble

Mycroft actually liking you, hence why he protected you as much as he tries to protect Sherlock

This was all before John, but when John came into the picture everyone started to notice how much Sherlock had influenced you and they didn’t quite know if it was good or bad

John noticed how he now had to take care of two children in which one was a teenager and one an actual adult, but both acted as children and neither could take care of themselves

Stealing Sherlock coat whenever you miss him

“John I can’t find it” Sherlock yelled out lowly as not to wake you as he knew you were asleep

John walked into the living room with a mug of tea in his hand as he yawned tiredly, it was way to early for this “What are you looking for”

“My coat!” John heard the panic start to seep through Sherlock at the mention of his coat being gone.

“Why are you whispering”

“Y/N is asleep, I don’t want to wake them”

John who knew that you did in fact steal Sherlock’s coats from time to time sighed at those words. John took a sip of his tea before he walked over to your door opening it to show Sherlock your sleeping form.

That’s when Sherlock saw his coat draped around your body, the very same coat he had been looking for. You were cuddled up inside it the warmth keeping you warm as well as the familiar smell of Sherlock in which had comforted you into sleep helping with your previous worried state.

John had left the door leaving only Sherlock who stared at you. He sighed, closed the door and went and got another coat from his room. He’d let you have his favorite coat for now. Unknowingly to him a soft small smile had etched itself onto his lips as he thought about the fact that you felt safe around him, after all that’s why you took his coat.

He gave you a coat that looked like his after that

Neither you or Sherlock would ever admit it but you did see him as a sort of father figure and he saw you as his child in some sort of way

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The Same Page part 2

Here it is! Did anyone ask for it? Not really, but I wanted to write it anyway. Enjoy!

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Warnings: ANGST

No words were exchanged between the Holmes’ brothers as they waited for you to wake up. They had nothing to say. All that occupied their minds currently was you, and words weren’t needed to discuss the condition you were in.

Bad things often go without saying.

Sherlock wasn’t used to looking to Mycroft for answers or help, but the moment you started to stir, his eyes turned to his big brother’s with an almost panicked expression. After all, he didn’t know how to take care of you in your current condition, and Mycroft had spent two years doing it.

“Mycroft?” Your voice was thick with sleep, and your muffled tone had an air of confusion to it as Sherlock felt you squeeze his arm.

“Hello Y/N,” Mycroft answered before Sherlock could correct you. “I’m here.”

“I had another one,” you whimpered. “Sher…he…was there. I didn’t want to wake up. It was so real.”

“I know it was, honey. Open your eyes.” Mycroft told you hesitantly.

You slowly pushed yourself into a sitting position, rubbing your eyes and blinking them open slowly. When your eyes landed on Sherlock’s, your mouth dropped open slightly, and you reached both of your hands out and gripped onto him.

“It was real?” You breathed, tears brimming in your eyes. Your eyes flitted over to Mycroft to make sure he was there, before whipping back to Sherlock, as though you were afraid he would disappear if you looked away too long.

“It’s real. I’m back, N/N.”

Mycroft watched his siblings silently. He hadn’t heard Sherlock call you by your nickname since you were around three. He also wasn’t used to seeing Sherlock allow you to hug him like you were now, and he couldn’t even remember the last time Sherlock reciprocated the affection.

But then again, over the last two years he had seen many sides to his siblings that he wasn’t used to, most of them for the worse. It was nice to see the better for a change.

“Why did you leave me?” Your frail body was shaking with sobs as you gripped onto your big brother as though he was the only thing holding you to the world.

“I’m sorry,” Mycroft could swear that Sherlock’s eyes were glistening as he held you tightly to him. “I’m so sorry. I’m here now, I’m here.”

You pulled away slightly from Sherlock, your fingers still clamped onto his shirt, and Mycroft’s heart leapt into his throat when your eyes turned to him. He knew that look all too well. Your lip was quivering, and your wide eyes held a fragility that he would never get used to, like a glass mid-way through shattering. You looked at him like he was the only thing in the world holding you together. The only thing you could trust. The only one who could fix you.

But he didn’t know how to fix you. He didn’t know how to pick up the pieces that were so broken, it was as if you had fallen with Sherlock.

“Awake?” You were holding your breath, every bit of sanity left in you reliant on the words that would come out of your oldest brother.

“Yes, yes you’re awake sweetheart.”

Mycroft breathed a sigh of relief when your attention turned back to Sherlock.

Your eyes studied him carefully, as though you were waiting for him to shatter into a million pieces in front of you.

After an agonizing silence, Sherlock spoke. “Moriarty’s men were watching you. If you didn’t react as though I was dead, they would’ve killed you, and me, and-“

“Stop.” Your voice was louder than usual, stronger. “I don’t care why.”

Sherlock swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. “Are you angry?” He was trying to find some emotion in you, anything to give him hope that his little sister was somewhere in this broken figure in his arms.

“No.” You blinked. “Yes…maybe.” Your shaking body seemed to collapse into his arms. “Not now, I don’t think. I can’t now, I just want you here.”

Sherlock held your near-limp form closely, breathing a sigh of relief. He knew there would be plenty of anger to go around later, from you, from Mrs Hudson, certainly from John. But for now you were just relieved to have your big brother back, and Sherlock would enjoy it while it lasted.

He wasn’t sure how long all of you stayed like that, suspended in a strange sense of contentment.

Mycroft was the one to break the silence, looking at his watch and leaning in to speak softly to his little sister.

“Y/N, it’s getting late. You should try to get something to eat and drink.”

“Not hungry.” You mumbled into Sherlock’s shirt. Sherlock twisted, pulling you away from him despite your soft cry of protest.

“Mycroft is right.” Mycroft barely resisted the strong urge to gloat at this statement from his little brother. “I’ll come with you, I promise.”

Sherlock wasn’t used to agreeing with Mycroft, but they had both promised to stay on the same page when it came to you, and he certainly wanted you to eat.

You slowly slipped off the bed, your fingers never once loosening their grip on Sherlock’s now-wrinkled shirt. He didn’t complain, simply following you off the bed and keeping one arm around your shoulders.

Your eyes turned to Mycroft and you nodded your consent at his proposal.

“Do you feel strong enough for the stairs?”

You took a hesitant step forward, and Sherlock felt you lurch, unbalanced on your feet. He tightened his grip on your shoulders, effectively holding you up as you shook your head in answer to Mycroft’s question.

“Would you like me to help you downstairs?” Mycroft asked gently, opening his arms to allow you access.

Sherlock watched his siblings’ little exchange, trying to suspend his feelings of disbelief. Mycroft spoke to you so gently, asking you about every next step he took. His confidence spoke of a familiarity to this situation, and Sherlock wondered how many times Mycroft had had to help you through the smallest of daily tasks.

You seemed torn for a moment, your eyes going back and forth between Sherlock and Mycroft. Sherlock struggled to understand your hesitation, before he came to the most logical conclusion.

Your familiarity with Mycroft’s help in all tasks was tempting and comforting, but you couldn’t bring yourself to release your hold on Sherlock.

Mycroft seemed to read your train of thought as well.

“It’s alright, we can both help you. Would that be alright?”

In answer, you removed one hand from Sherlock’s shirt and gripped onto Mycroft’s outstretched arm. Mycroft smiled softly at you, and together the Holmes’ brothers held you up as you walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Mycroft lifted you onto a stool at his kitchen counter, and Sherlock dutifully remained by your side so that you could keep your grip on him.

Sherlock felt like an intruder on some intimate moment every time that Mycroft spoke to you, so gentle and reassuring was his tone.

“Would you like to pick out your dinner?”

A nod. Sherlock wasn’t used to seeing you silent for so long.

“Alright, good. What would you like?”

In answer, you held up an M in sign language, and Mycroft smiled at you.

“Mac and cheese, I’ll be right back.”

After Mycroft had disappeared into the kitchen, a strange silence fell over the two youngest Holmes. You didn’t seem comfortable enough to speak, and Sherlock couldn’t seem to find anything to say.

You tugged on Sherlock’s arm, and he looked down to watch you lay his hand on your lap and play with his fingers between your own. He smiled. You used to do that a lot as a little girl, whenever he was nearby and you were incredibly bored with the “grown up conversation” around you.

“I missed you.” Sherlock whispered. You looked at him with an unreadable expression before turning your attention back on your intertwined hands.

Sherlock sighed. How was he supposed to talk to you? He had had a hard enough time with that before all this. You were the only Holmes sibling that seemed to take after your parents, leaving Sherlock and Mycroft at a loss when it came to finding common interests with you.

Mycroft seemed to have settled into a role in the last two years as caregiver, but this was all so new for Sherlock that he didn’t know where he fit in.

Not long after, Mycroft returned with a steaming bowl that he placed in front of you. You hesitated, unwilling to release your grip on Sherlock. Mycroft leaned down to better look into your eyes.

“It’s alright, you can let go. He won’t go anywhere, I promise.”

Hesitantly, hands shaking, you released your grip on your big brother in exchange for a grip on the fork in front of you.

“Good girl,” Mycroft smiled faintly.

You ate in silence, and after a short time you pushed the bowl away from you, eliciting a slight frown from Mycroft.

“Y/N, please eat some more.”

You shook your head, not daring to look Mycroft in the eye as he let out a frustrated sigh. He nudged Sherlock out of the way and stood fully in front of you, gently tilting your chin up to force you to look at him.

“Please, for me?”

You took two or three more bites before pushing the bowl away and shaking your head. Mycroft sighed and, to Sherlock’s surprise, pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“It’s alright, that’s enough. Thank you.”

“Sherlock.” It was the first word Sherlock had heard you speak in over two hours, and Mycroft responded instantly, stepping away from you to allow Sherlock to get closer.

Sherlock stepped forward and allowed you to once again fall into his arms. He couldn’t remember the last time he had held you this much in a single day.

For the first time since he had caught sight of you in Mycroft’s cameras, Sherlock’s mind drifted to other things.

John. John still didn’t know that he was alive, and Sherlock was itching to tell him. He communicated this to Mycroft by simply mouthing ‘John’ over your shoulder. Mycroft’s face took on a resolute, almost solemn expression, and he placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you away from Sherlock.

“Sweetheart, Sherlock needs to leave for a couple of hours, alright?”

Your reaction was about as Sherlock had expected.

Your entire body went rigid, and you twisted instantly out of Mycroft’s grasp, gripping onto Sherlock’s arms with all of your strength.

“No, no don’t go!” Your wails struck Sherlock to his core, but he knew he couldn’t just stay by your side forever.

“I have to tell John, Y/N. He still doesn’t know,” he attempted to reason with you, but your cries didn’t stop, neither did your grip loosen.”

“Don’t leave, stay, you have to stay!”

“Hey, look at me, alright?” Sherlock pulled his wristwatch off and placed it into your hands. “See? I’ll be back by 9:30, ok? I promise I will, I promise.”

These reassurances were also to no effect.

“Don’t go, Sherlock don’t!”

Sherlock looked to Mycroft for help, something both men found uncomfortable. Mycroft took your small hands in his, and pried you away from Sherlock, not even flinching as you fought him with all your strength.

“No, Sherlock no!”

Sherlock felt that there was no choice now but to turn his back and leave.

“Sherlock, don’t leave me!”

He would never admit to anyone, even himself, that those were tears dripping down his cheeks as your cries echoed behind him.

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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. 😊

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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A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 3) Prologue

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Prologue: Difficult Loss

Summary: (Y/N) is dealing with the aftermath of losing Sherlock.

Mouse Note: Welcome to A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 3)! Very angsty beginning, I know, but it didn't exactly end that well. I hope everyone enjoys this, please feel free to comment (It gets me to keep writing and I always respond). I can't wait to see what everyone thinks. I've worked very hard on this! So, without further ado, let's go!

            Two years. Two years of going on autopilot. Two years of loneliness. Two years with Sherlock.

            (Y/N) was…not doing well.

            If someone asked them, they’d refuse to respond, but if pressed, (Y/N) would assure everyone (coldly) that they were just fine. Anyone close to them knew that was a giant lie.

            Mrs. Hudson could speak of how (Y/N) refused to eat whenever their loneliness got too strong. Even their beloved lollipops were abandoned and thrown in the trash. She saw them curl up in Sherlock’s armchair and just stare into space, lost in their memories as they ached for Sherlock to come back to them. She knew they had resisted washing their sweater for quite some time, and when it had come out smelling of detergent, (Y/N) had nearly burst into tears as it suddenly felt so foreign, like the last remnants of Sherlock had been destroyed.

            Mycroft could speak of how he let (Y/N) go on cases (supervised and ensured to not be dangerous at all) but saw nothing but mechanical work. They would solve the cases, but there was no…spirit. There was none of the energy they had when they worked with Sherlock. It was like they were on autopilot. And they only spoke when Lestrade prompted them. There was no desire to show off. In fact, (Y/N) had reverted to who they had been without Sherlock. Insecure. Unsure of themself. Unsure of everyone around them.

            John could speak of that better than anyone. He had lingered for so long in 221B, but (Y/N) hadn’t liked it. They were unsure of his presence, the lack of Sherlock being too much. It was too much for John, too. He couldn’t stay in the flat. And (Y/N) hadn’t protested. It was like they were waiting for him to leave, too. Like Sherlock.

            And he had. He had met Mary. He had fallen in love with Mary. He was ready to marry Mary. He had hoped (Y/N) would like her and they’d start finding more people to trust (or anyone to trust). But they hadn’t. They had acknowledged Mary, but they were so unsure of people. It wasn’t that they disliked her—John knew what (Y/N) was like with people they didn’t like—but they just couldn’t let themself get close. They couldn’t get past losing Sherlock. Without him…

            (Y/N) was empty.

            And everyone around them knew it.

            However, there was one thing (Y/N) kept to themself. They visited Sherlock’s grave. They knew he’d remind them that such sentimentality was silly, and they should be moving on to greater things. But they couldn’t, and since Sherlock was dead, (Y/N) didn’t have him to tell them to stop visiting his grave.

            So they kept going. They’d talk about their cases. They made sure they solved each one just to make sure they had successes to share with Sherlock. They had to make him proud. But still…

            “I miss you,” whispered (Y/N), curling up in front of his grave with his old purple sweater pulled around them. “I miss you so much.”

            (Y/N) missed their dad.

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A Galling Yoke, Part 1

Next ->

for the Cutting Communication or Can’t Talk Right Now square on my July Break Bingo card

See this post for main info, including a masterlist and synopsis. See this post for warnings.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x f!Reader

Rating: Teen (and really only that ’cause angst tbh)

“Ma’am?”

You looked up from your needlework and smiled at Mrs Rogers, who was currently dusting your sitting-room windowsill. Such work was naturally a maid’s, but your housekeeper enjoyed your company and you hers.

“Yes, Mrs Rogers?”

“I believe I hear knocking below-stairs.”

You let a bit of impertinence tinge your smile. “’Tis perfectly respectable calling hours.”

She gave you an exasperated look but, with that Rogers forbearance you so admired, refrained from rolling her eyes. “I see your family crest on the street, ma’am. Two gentlemen have alighted from the cabriolet.”

Perking up, you set aside your needlework. “William?”

Mrs Rogers leaned back to take a furtive glance out the window. “I could not say, ma’am. Neither of the gentlemen cuts the familiar figure his lordship does, but I could be mistaken. It has been an age since Lord Pashbroke visited us.”

You nodded with a frown.

As much as your brother’s fortnightly visits had irked you, you were still his older sister, so you still fretted when he had failed to show his ugly mug all autumn. You knew the end of this year’s Season had been rough on him—he had gone back to the family estate, back to your father, yet again without a bride—but you didn’t imagine that would keep him away. If anything, he ought to have been visiting all the more frequently to escape your father’s disappointed glowers and unhelpful lectures.

Just the thought of having to put up with those made your lip curl with displeasure, even though it had been over a decade since you’d been under your father’s authority.

Your butler swept into the room, sparing Mrs Rogers a soft smile before turning to you and reading the calling-cards in his hand: “Lord Coltidge and Mr Holmes.”

A slight gasp slipped past your lips, and as Mr Rogers stepped aside to let the two gentlemen enter the sitting-room, only the decades-old and deeply ingrained strictures of decorum moved you to your feet. Your guests returned your curtsy with bows, the former’s being shallow and almost begrudging, the latter’s being low and almost humble.

Your butler cleared his throat. “My lady, may I introduce you to Mr Holmes?”

You were too dizzy to know if you had actually nodded, but you must have, for Mr Rogers went on—

“Mr Holmes of Baker Street, younger son of the late Mr Holmes of Ferndell Hall. Mr Holmes, this is the daughter of Lord Coltidge, Lady—”

Before even a syllable of your name could get past the man’s lips, Sherlock—Mr Holmes, you admonished yourself—had the nerve to smile and say, “Little petal.”

Your every muscle tensed, your butler’s jaw slackened, and your father’s head whipped around to stare at his… Yes, what was Sherlock to him? Friend? Guest?

In the interest of finding out, you forced out a light chuckle. “Worry not, Father,” you said. “If you recall, Ferndell Hall is neighbours with our family’s estate in Shropshire. As such, the Holmes brothers and I are…acquainted.”

The word tasted bitter on your tongue, and you averted your eyes when you glimpsed the hurt in Sherlock’s own.

“Yes, acquainted…,” he said, all his audacity from moments ago deflating. “I—that is, Mycroft and I—took to calling her ladyship little nicknames. Childish things.”

Turning his nose upwards, your father sniffed. “Childish indeed. You would do well to remember I have brought you here for business, not pleasure.”

Sherlock seemed unaffected by Lord Coltidge’s reprimand, his focus weighing down on you instead. To regain your equanimity, you turned to your servants and nodded in dismissal; Mrs Rogers offered you an encouraging smile before ushering out her husband, who was harrumphing quite dramatically at being asked to make an introduction that had, apparently, been unnecessary.

Gesturing for your callers to sit, you returned to your own chair.

“What business, Father?” you asked, pointedly looking at Lord Coltidge and not the other man in the room. “Could William not have made this trip rather than trouble you with the journey here? I imagine Mr Holmes has quite the schedule, being expected all over London for his cases.”

Sherlock’s gaze sharpened. “You pay attention to my work, ah—” He faltered, and you realised his uncharacteristic stumble was because he had almost called you your Christian name. “My lady?” he amended quickly; your heart twisted, both wanting to leap in gratitude and crumble in disappointment that he and his brilliant mind had so swiftly figured out your desire to act with more formality than the two of you were accustomed to.

Had been accustomed to.

Mr Holmes must be reminded of that, you resolved.

“I hardly have to pay,” you quipped, “when your exploits—and, now, your sister’s exploits—are the talk of the ton every few weeks.”

The look on Sherlock’s face was unfamiliar to you, but before you could puzzle out what it meant, your father’s stern eyes berated you for your impertinence. Demurely—and resentfully—you folded your hands in your lap and looked down at them.

Lord Coltidge hummed nasally. “I see you have felt William’s absence; I concede he has not been himself. ’Tis my concern, however, not yours. No, your concern is this: I have received troubling intelligence that our dear Edmund’s death may not have been the accident we believed it was.”

Ice water soused your already fried nerves. Edmund. Our dear Edmund. Shall I never find peace from him?

“Naturally, I have engaged Mr Holmes’s services to look into the matter. You shall help him in whatever way he requires, madam.”

You clasped your clammy hands together to keep them from shaking. “Of… Of course, Father.” Blast your trembling voice!

“It has been so many years since his passing”—over a decade, your mind specified; over a decade of a widow’s freedom—“but Mr Holmes assures me that this shall be no obstacle. You shall be grateful to him, for he is being generous in taking on this case so unlike his others. I should have realised such generosity was because of a prior connection.”

Your father’s voice turned disdainful; you did not dare look up to gauge whether he was disdaining you or Sherlock.

“Indeed,” he continued, his tone suddenly and surprisingly darkening, “I do not expect this to be a terribly puzzling case.”

“I am—happy, to take it on, nevertheless,” said Sherlock rather hurriedly. Even without looking, you knew his gaze was darting between you and Lord Coltidge. “May we— May I begin, my lord?”

As your father stood and made his way to the door, you finally permitted yourself to raise your eyes. Instantly, they met Sherlock’s; to your surprise, he looked away first.

“Good day, daughter,” your father said, his back already towards you as he exited the sitting-room. You allowed your lip to curl in displeasure once again; had you not seen for yourself just how proper Lord Coltidge could be when he had an audience worth pleasing, you would have thought the man genuinely incompetent at basic courtesy. But no, you knew his rude leave-taking was entirely designed for you.

Yet you had bigger concerns than your father’s scorn. Namely, being left alone with one Sherlock Holmes.

Standing up with all the ladylike poise you did not feel, you regarded your old friend. You had not seen Sherlock in a decade and a half—not even heard from him, which was an abrupt adjustment after years of sharing everything—not since the train platform where promises destined to shatter like tungsten were forged, but he had not changed overmuch. Though his manner of holding himself had matured and his form now filled his stature more neatly, his soft hair still curled disobediently across his forehead and his dark eyes still drank in everything in his view with neither dispensation nor discrimination. His character could not have changed all that much, either, if you could still recognise your childhood companion in his diction, in his appraisal, in his society.

You clung to the hope that you had changed enough for the both of you.

“What do you require, sir?” you asked.

“It has been a while, petal,” he said at the same time.

You winced with the belated understanding that he had been inspecting you as tentatively as you had been him. He winced with the, you presumed, embarrassment of learning you did not intend to reinstate your old familiarity even in your father’s absence.

“I apologise,” he said, his brow furrowed. “It…truly has been a while, your ladyship.”

Yes. For better and for worse, it had.

“I should like to see your husband’s effects to begin,” he went on, regaining his footing with every word. “Have you kept any with you?”

With a nod, you led Sherlock out of the sitting-room. “The master’s chambers and Edmund’s study are largely untouched. A solicitor went through them to carry out his will and a maid ensures they remain clean, of course, but his personal belongings are quite undisturbed.”

“Good. Very good. That maximises the insights I shall gain from perusing them, although—”

You glanced at Sherlock, his hesitation rather unlike him. “Although?”

Blinking slowly at you, he did not speak for a few moments. “You must have been truly fond of him.”

In spite of yourself—or, truthfully, in spite of your quality lady’s education—you scoffed. “What an idea, Mr Holmes. Even my father, who thinks himself wise enough to give me exactly what shall make me happy, no matter whether I asked for it, does not entertain the notion that I was fond of Mr Sulyard.”

Scowling now, Sherlock argued, “I have often noted that when a parent loses a beloved child tragically, they maintain the child’s nursery bed and chest of toys exactly as they had it.”

“I am not a parent, and I did not lose a beloved child,” you countered. “Simply, I did not want to give Edmund any more space in my mind than necessary. Have I need for his bed or his chest of toys? No. Therefore, have I need to spend time and effort on clearing them? No.”

Sherlock opened his mouth, but you cut him off with a grand sweep of your arm.

“And here we arrive at his study,” you announced. “Ring for assistance if you would like to see anything else today. As my father said, I shall help you in whatever way you require, so you may visit multiple days should this afternoon not suffice. Concern yourself not with calling hours—I shall instruct my butler to let you in at any time of day, and you need not greet me. Good day, Mr Holmes.”

Not waiting to see if he would try to get another word in or whether he would bow to your insolence, you curtsied and turned on your heel.

As soon as you were a safe distance from the study, far enough away to not feel suffocated by the knowledge of Sherlock’s presence, of his nearness, you leaned against the wall and squeezed your eyes shut. A visit from a hovering younger brother would indeed have been preferable to this—to the reopening of a thousand wretched wounds.

Thank you for reading. I hope you will keep up with the coming chapters! I’ve got plenty in store for y’all haha. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. :) Feedback is always welcome!

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NCIS

Timothy McGee

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Luke Alvez

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

John Price

Soap MacTavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Vladimir Makarov

Rudy Parra

Red Daniels

William Pierson

Joseph Turner

Robert Zussman

Frank Aiello

Drew Stiles

SHAMELESS

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Lip Gallagher

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Kevin Ball

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Peter/001

Jason Carver

Dimitri

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Chase McKinney

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Quill

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

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Druig

Ikaris

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

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Wolverine

Scott Summers

Hank McCoy

Bobby Drake

Alex Summers

Phil Coulson

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Scott Lang

Pietro Maximoff

Mobius M. Mobius

Matt Murdock

Shang-chi

STAR WARS

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Poe Dameron

Finn

TEEN WOLF

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Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Bernard

Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

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Caleb Prior

Four

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Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

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Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

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Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

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Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

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FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

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Terry Jeffords

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CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

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Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

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Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

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RK900

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Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

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Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

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heyy! would you mind saying what requests you have? I sent one a week ago and I’m not sure if tumblr ate it or not💀 But if it’s something you just don’t want to write then it’s okay! I don’t want to seem like im forcing you to write🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi! I have a lot of request in the making at the moment so I will be a bit slow to responding with requests but here is the list:

(All of these are summarised)

Mushitaro x reader who gets sick easily

Tecchou x teen!reader who has an animal ability

Dazai/Chuuya with reader who is/was in a toxic relationship

Tecchou x easily flustered s/o

Noe x reader who is like a sister to Vanitas

Sigma x reader painting

Reader has the same powers as Bill Cipher

Doa x reader who struggles with feelings

Sigma x workaholic

Sigma x reader with eye patch

Sigma x reader who is scared of affection

Sigma x reader with headache

Fyodor x (not evil) mastermind

Sigma x reader who hits themselves

Fukuzawa x reader x Mori hc

Ranpo x reader x Poe hc (from the poll)

Fukuzawa x reader x mori smut

Fyodor/Chuuya/Dazai with reader who kick someone or something

Fyodor/Chuuya x belly dancer

Sigma x reader with big boobs

Lovecraft x reader hc

Nikolai/Fyodor with a s/o who does pranks

Fyodor/Nikolai/Sigma where reader pranks them by saying there is a hot guy

Nikolai/Sigma/Kunikida getting wisdom teeth removed

Tecchou x shy!s/o

Reader won't let go of Nikolai's cape thing

Being best friend with Sigma

Pm!Sigma x pm!reader

S/o with back problems

Sigma eating out reader

Switch sigma

Fluff alphabet - Tecchou

Nsfw alphabet - william

William/Sherlock with reader who is like dazai

Nsfw alphabet - Shibusawa

Sfw alphabet - William

Sigma doms reader cuz they had a bad day

Reader being a younger sister to mycroft and sherlock

William doesn't think he deserves to be with reader

Sub noe

Wedding night sex w/ Sigma

Reader who steals painting x Sherlock

Foursome w/ Nikolai, Fyodor, Sigma

Reader is told she's "high maintenance" and Sigma pleases her

Reader is short and sweet (mtp)

Sherlock and reader are childhood friends

I am working on all these requests plus I have other things to do so I'm sorry if your request hasn't been written. I am trying to reply to all of them as soon as I can.

Also I'm not always motivated or I don't know how to approach a request. So that is why I may answer some requests slower and others faster.

Have a great day and take care! - Az

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My Fanfics Masterpost

These will be sorted by length, and each by fandom underneath. They are all on AO3, I moved all my works to their archive.

I keep this list up to date as good as I can. In this case, all fics unless stated otherwise are written romantically, just to make it easier I use & instead of / for the Ships.

Works in Collections will not be listed each one by one, but instead can be found under the "Collection" tab.

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Rated 18+: All are Sherliam unless noted otherwise

Three Minutes in Heaven

The color of Depression - Albert & Mycroft

Sinful Indulgence

Desire, Flavor, Bliss

On Fire

General Audiences, Teen and Up:

Memories lost at Sea

Watching Fireworks together

Dancing in the Moonlight with you

Between Strawberry cake and coffee

Trigun

And we took the leap (explicit), Vash x Wolfwood

Love your next like you love your coffee, with or without milk and sugar. (CW: Incest) Plantwood /Vash x Wolfwood x Nai

Bungo Stray Dogs

Soukoku:

Kissing Strangers

Addictive Whispering

Oda & Ango:

A Promise of a lifetime

Sunshine & Pancakes

I´ve always liked you, you know

Hypnosis Mic

A heartfelt talk at dusk - Hitoya & Jakurai

Sugary sweet Sleepover time - Fling Posse Fluff

Drunken Confessions - Doppo & Hifumi

Persona

Signs of Love - Protag/Akira & Akechi

Arknights

Cold, cold, twisted hearts and an unusual proposition - Doctor & SilverAsh & Gnosis

Sk8 the Infinity

Usagi to Yuki - Reki & Langa

Prickly like Soda, Sweet like Juice - Reki & Langa - unfinished, probably will never finish it

Shall we Date? Obey me!

Maybe you´re the reason I can´t sleep - MC & Belphie Sleepy Fluff

Idolish 7

A Confession - Tsumugi & Gaku

Vanitas no Carte

Tarte Tatin, for my beloved - Vanitas & Noe

Fate Series

Under the Christmas Tree in NY - Saber & Gilgamesh (was a work for secret santa)

FMA

And do they? - Roy & Riza

Fairy Tail

A drop of Sake - Jellal & Erza

Tears of Themis

Curry together tastes better than having it alone - Rosa & Vyn

Sleeping Together - NuCarnival Fluff One Shots (All guys)

Tunas DOA & Hunting Dogs Crack One Shot collection

Tunas Genshin Reader Fics (Eng, Ger, and 18+ available separately inside)

Yuukoku no Moriarty/Moriarty the Patriot

Oh woe me, my sick heart - Will & Sherlock

In solving Crimes, we find Love - Will & Sherlock

Tales of

The sun and the moon and the stars Mikleo & Sorey mainly

These are all basically German works.

Nur jeweils eine Fic:

When the Devil meets the Fox - BSD Soukoku

Empty Dreams - LoL SettPhel

-> LoL Novel lange Fanfic Collection

Cantarella - Arknights Doctor & SilverAsh

Blindfold of Love - Riza & Roy

Mein Servant und Ich - Fate Grand Order Misc. Geschichten

Rabenschwarz - Tekken Jin & Reader

The little Sweets - My Hero Academia - Ochako & Bakugo

In the name of Love! - Soul Eater - Blackstar & Tsubaki

At the end of a long escape - Resident Evil - Sherry & Jake

Grandiose Stadt - TEWY - OC & Joshua - freundschaftliches Ship

Der der die Sonne stahl - Noragami - Iki & Yato

Winterwunder und blaue Jeans - Miraculous Ladybug - Adrien & Marinette

Persona

Schwarzer Kaffee - Protag/Akira & Makoto

About the Pleasant Boy - Nur Goro Akechi

Tales of

Abends in der Taverne - Zaveid & Eizen

Memories of Brother - Eizen & Edna Drama

The tale of the time traveling Girl - OC/Autor Insert & Zaveid

Final Fantasy

Final Fantasy x Reader Short Stories - Collab mit Schwester , mit den 15. Protagonisten

Nacht des Kristalls - Generelles Abenteuer mit Luna, Noctis, Ignis in AU

#fanfiction masterpost #all my works sorted and listed #ao3 fanfic #sooo many fandoms #jesus christ man

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Special Agent Lokitty - Mycroft x specific!reader Works

x daughter!reader

Always time

Find you

Awake but not really

tell me

x sister!reader

caring

always

x teen!reader

similar minds

absolutely perfect

[positivelyholland]

Hello! Would it be okay to ask for Sherlock Holmes x GN!Teen reader fluff, where the reader is Sherlocks Child and he’s like a super proud dad no matter what the child is interested in, even if it’s got nothing to do with Science and Crime. The reader is a huge fan of movies and wants to work in the film industry as a Director and Screenwriter and they are telling Sherlock all about the movie they watched recently which can be Dead Poets Society or something else If you haven’t seen it, and they are saying about how amazingly written, casted and created it was and how he wants to make something like that and Sherlock is proud and actually engaging in the conversation and maybe John & Mycroft is there or walks in to it and is like :o then :) aw, because they’ve never seen Sherlock like that other than with his kid

hi sorry i love the request but i actually only really write henry cavil's sherlock in the enola holmes universe but if you want to send something similar in just with enola holmes then i'll totally write it!!

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Take Care

Sherlock and Mycroft x little sister!reader, John x teen!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you get a startling diagnosis that turns everyone around you overprotective

Warnings: cancer, mentions of death (no actual death)

“She…she has what?”

John looked up from his newspaper at the sound of Sherlock’s distress. He had picked up a call from Mycroft and answered with the usual bored disdain, but after listening for a moment he had sat up rigid in his chair.

“I see,” Sherlock went on. “I’ll be right over, I…oh. Yes, alright.”

“What was that all about?” John asked as Sherlock put the phone down. After a moment, John thought he wasn’t going to answer, but finally he spoke, his voice dazed.

“What? Oh, Y/N, she’s…Mycroft is bringing her over for a bit.”

“Is she alright?” John asked hesitantly.

“I…no. I don’t know,”

“Sherlock this is ridiculous, what’s wrong? You’re worrying me.”

You had become quite the regular at Baker Street, sleeping over there almost as much as you stayed with Mycroft, your legal guardian.

“Y/N…she has cancer.”

“She what?” Surely he had heard wrong.

“Mycroft took her in for an appointment, routine check up, that’s all, but…” Sherlock swallowed, and didn’t finish.

“How…I mean…” John wasn’t sure how to ask about the severity.

“I’m not sure,” Sherlock said finally. “Mycroft didn’t say much.”

“Hey Sherlock!” To say Sherlock was surprised when you came bounding into 221B like nothing was wrong would be a severe understatement.

“Hello,” he greeted hollowly. You stepped past him to bring your bag to your room, and Sherlock turned to look at Mycroft.

“She knows?” He asked quietly, and Mycroft nodded.

“I believe she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“How bad is it?”

“They said they aren’t sure about the outcome. They want to start treatments as soon as possible, and it all depends on how she responds to it. All we can do is make sure she gets enough rest and water between visits for now.”

“Alright,” Sherlock sighed. “Then we do all we can do.”

…

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You looked up at Sherlock with a frown.

“Just for a walk.”

“No you’re not,” he responded. “It’s time you took a nap.”

“Gee grandma, you first,” you scoffed.

“Y/N, don’t be like that,” John insisted.

“You guys really aren’t gonna let me take a walk?” You glared at the two men, who didn’t waver an inch. “Fine,” you groaned, brushing past them to your room and closing the door.

…

“Drink.”

“I’ve had like four glasses of water today Mycroft, I’m not thirsty.”

Mycroft gestured to the glass in front of you insistently. You rolled your eyes and took a sip.

“Finish that, and then you should take a nap.”

“I’m fine.”

“He’s right,” Sherlock chimed in from the sofa.

“Since when do you two agree on anything?” You scoffed.

“Since now.”

You glared at Mycroft.

“You can’t lay off for one afternoon?”

“No.”

“Ok, I’ll nap on one condition; you let me go to Christie’s later, she wanted to study together.”

“You’ll take a nap either way,” Mycroft responded.

“Wanna bet?” You challenged.

“No, because I don’t have to. You’ll do as you’re told.”

“John, a little help?”

“Don’t look at me,” John raised his hands. “I’m with them.”

“Could you guys stop treating me like this for two seconds?” Your tone rose with your anger.

“Like what?” Mycroft’s resolve hadn’t changed.

“Like I’m an invalid!” You shoved past your brothers and slammed the door to your room.

…

“She won’t answer.”

“I know that,” Sherlock griped at his older brother.

“Should we pick the lock?”

“She’d kill us.”

“Well, she’s worrying me, she’s been in there for a while,” Mycroft pulled out a lock pick and got to work.

When the lock clicked, he called out a warning.

“We’re coming in if you don’t open this door!”

Silence.

Mycroft pushed open the door, and sighed in relief when he saw you on your bed, a book in your lap and headphones in your ears. You looked up in disgust.

“Privacy much?” You growled as you pulled your headphones out of your ears.

“You’ve been in here for too long, and you wouldn’t answer when we knocked,” Mycroft insisted.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“Because we need to talk,” Sherlock came to stand by your bed.

“About what?”

“About ‘how we treat you’,” Mycroft sighed.

“Alright, talk.”

“You know why we do it,” Sherlock insisted.

“Yeah, because you’re nosy control freaks.”

“Because we’re worried,” Mycroft corrected.

“You shouldn’t be.”

“That’s a load of crap,” everyone turned in surprise when John entered the room. “You know full well why they’re scared, and you are too. There’s not much we can do, alright? The only things we can do is make sure you get your rest in between treatments, and try our best to take care of you. So that’s what we’re doing.”

You were silent for a long moment.

“I-I just…” the tears in your eyes were perhaps the most surprising because it was the first time your family had seen you cry since the news came. “I don’t want to spend what could be my last few months just…resting. Wasting time, relaxing, and-and-“

“Hey,” the sternness in Mycroft’s tone shut you up immediately. “These aren’t your last few months. That’s what we’re trying to ensure by keeping you rested, and able to fight this.”

“We’re not letting you die, understand?” Sherlock lowered himself to meet your gaze.

“Ok,” you choked, and you were relieved when John stepped forwards and pulled you into his arms.

“You’re going to be ok,” he promised.

You smiled.

“Thank you.”

#Sherlock #Sherlock holmes #sherlock x sister reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock x little sister #sherlock x you #sherlock x y/n #sherlockholmes #sherlock and mycroft #sherlock fanfic #mycroft #big brother mycroft #mycroft holmes #bbc john watson #john watson x reader

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

SHERLOCK MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Testing His Deductions (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

High Pitched (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

Saturn (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

Why Not? (Sherlock X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Fell In Love (Sherlock X Fem!Reader) Pt1 Pt2

I'm Looking Right At Him (Sherlock X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

My Own Personal Hero (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

Deaf (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

John's Little Sister (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

We're Married (Sherlock X Wife!Reader)

Arms (Sherlock X Reader)

Low Risk (Sherlock X Teen!Reader)

Old Actions (Sherlock X Teen!Reader)

Bad Day (Sherlock X Teen!Fem!Reader)

Who's Getting Together (Greaser!Sherlock X Fem!Greaser!Reader)

Deducing A Deducer (Sherlock X Teen!Reader)

Past Resemblance (Sherlock X Teen!Reader) *TW

Uncle Locky (Sherlock X Niece!Reader)

Not Feeling Loved (Sherlock X Daughter!Reader)

Binder (Sherlock X Trans!Son!Reader)

Favourite Big Brother! (Sherlock X Baby!Brother!Reader)

MYCROFT HOLMES

A Friend In Need (Mycroft X Fem!Reader) *TW

Dirty Little Secret (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

Baby Sitter (Teen!Mycroft X Teen!Fem!Reader)

Falling In Love (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

You Love Me? (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

A Little Us (Mycroft X Wife!Reader)

Long Lasting Crush (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

Upstairs Neighbour (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

He Seems Nice (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Monsieur (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

You'll Be Alright (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

Secret Relationship (Mycroft X Moriarty!Fem!Reader)

Baby Holmes (Mycroft X Pregnant!Reader)

Personal Case (Mycroft X Reader)

I'll Be Your First (Mycroft X Reader)

Mycroft? (Mycroft X Reader)

Your First Time With Mycroft Holmes Would Include...

A Need For Attention (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Honesty And Truth (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Walk Away (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Tattooed Skin (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Still Proud (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Tea Party (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Affection (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Babysitting (Child Mycroft X Baby!Reader)

JOHN WATSON

Mental Scars (John X Fem!Reader)

MORIARTY

Keep Her Safe (James Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Unknowing Pawn (Moriarty X Holmes!Reader)

Based On Lies (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Expensive Flowers (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

The Normal One (Moriarty X Holmes!Reader)

Sebby's Sister (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Excuse Me? (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Read You Like A Book (Moriarty X Reader)

Seven Nation Army (Mycroft X Reader)

View (Moriarty X Teen!Reader)

Moriarty Helping His Sister Through An Abusive Relationship Would -Include...

Moriarty Dating A Hobby Artist With Anger Issues Would Include...

Wanting Normalcy (Moriarty X Teen!Fem!Reader)

MULTIPLE

You Made Her Cry (John Watson X Sister Reader, Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

Her Revenge (Sherlock X Fem!Reader X Moriarty)

The Dress (Sherlock X Sister!Reader X Mycroft)

Like Her (Sherlock & Mycroft X Sister!Reader)

Newbie (Sherlock, John & Lestrade X Fem!Reader)

Fitting In With The Weirdos (Sherlock, Mycroft & John X Fem!Reader)

Drama Queens (Sherlock X Reader X Mycroft)

Not Part Of The Plan (Moriarty X Holmes!Sister!Reader X Moran)

Comparisons (Mycroft X Fem!Reader X Sherlock)

OTHER

Overprotective (Molly X Sister!Reader)

Happy Anniversary (Molly X Fem!Reader)

Spotting The Odd (Eurus Holmes X Teen!Fem!Reader)

Bonding Time (Eurus Holmes X Reader)

The Flirting Game (Lestrade X Fem!Reader)

#Sherlock #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #john watson

[specialagentlokitty]

Mycroft x Teen!reader - similar minds

- Mycroft x Teen! Reader - Mycroft has to 'babysit' Sherlock's kid. He thinks Reader is a lot like Sherlock but is really a mini Mycroft - @mxacegrey 💜

“Behave.” Sherlock warned you.

“What’s the worst I can do dad? Since you’re taking all the stupid with you I think I’ll be fine.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes at you and placed a hand on your head, crouching down a little.

“Remember what I said.”

“Don’t let uncle Mycroft make me feel stupid, don’t let him disrespect Mrs Hudson, and Donovan and Anderson are going to try arrest me later on today they can’t because they don’t have a warrant. Yes dad I know.”

Sherlock nodded and stood up, straightening his jacket he turned to the door where his brother walked through.

“I am not a babysitter Sherlock”

“Well, you are now. Until I get this mess cleared up, I’ll be gone a few hours.”

Sherlock left and you waved bye to John as the man followed behind your dad and you turned to your uncle, pointing to the chess board.

He walked over and sat down and you made the first move, looking at him.

You hadn’t met Mycroft before, aside from your grandparents, John, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade you didn’t get alone very well with other people.

“So, Sherlock had a child, not something I thought I’d ever see.”

Mycroft looked at you, and everything you did resembled your father. From the way you sat, to the way you looked at the chess board running all the possible moves.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” He asked.

“Boring.” You replied.

You took your next move and sat back waiting.

Mycroft looked at you and he picked up things that made you similar to Sherlock, and he decided that you were a lot like Sherlock.

“Wouldn’t someone like you want to be with people their age?”

You looked offended by this question.

“Absolutely not, why on earth would you think that? People are hiring, bland. They’re not very interesting at all.”

Mycroft nodded his head and leant back in his chair as he looked at you and you copied him.

“Don’t try do deductions on me uncle Mycroft, it won’t work. You may be the smart one between my dad and yourself, but in this room I’m the smart one.”

You pointed to the door where the two police officers your father mentioned walked through and stopped while they looked at you.

“No warrant.” You said.

“We don’t need a warrant.”

“Actually you do, and since I’m a minor you also need to alert my legal guardian before arresting me and since you didn’t it wouldn’t hold up, I’d be released faster than you can count to ten.”

They walked over and Mycroft held up his umbrella between you and them, looking over.

“Unless you want to be dropped from your jobs and into the lowest depths of society I suggest you take a step away.”

They did and you looked at them, moving your eyes from Donovan to Anderson.

“He’s taken his wife back. It’s why he won’t sleep with you anymore. Please remove yourselves from my flat I can feel you draining my IQ already, and I’d rather not waste anymore oxygen talking to you.”

You turned away and went back to the game you were playing and Mycroft escorted them out before walking over, seeing the move you had made.

“Check mate. I win.”

“It’s only check.” He said.

You gestured to the board.

“It’s check mate, look again. Age is failing you Mycroft.”

He looked at the board checking all the moves he could make and you were right. There was no more moves, you had won the game.

You reached down and picked up a book instead and began to read, and Mycroft realised you may be his brothers kid, but you were similar to him

[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 3)

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Two: Troubled Reunion

Summary: Sherlock and (Y/N) reunite.

            Sherlock stood in front of 221B Baker Street and stared at the door. Squaring his shoulders, he pushed the door open and walked inside. He went up the stairs before Mrs. Hudson could see him. He wanted to greet (Y/N) himself instead of them hearing Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock didn’t have much instinct when it came to dealing with emotions, but he knew that he needed to be the one to say he was alive to (Y/N). No one else should.

            Sherlock reached the door of the apartment and pushed it open. He found the room was just as he’d left it. (Y/N) had kept it as disorganized as ever. He smiled fondly. That was his kid.

            He stepped inside and took off his jacket as he observed (Y/N) wasn’t there. That didn’t matter. He’d wait. He draped his coat over the back of his armchair before walking into the kitchen.

            Sherlock calmly put on the kettle and took out two cups to prepare tea. While the water boiled, he took out a bowl and poured the bag of lollipops he’d bought into it. He put them down on the table in the living room by the couch before returning as the kettle whistled. Sherlock poured the water into the two cups with the infusers and tea leaves within. Satisfied, he stepped back and let the tea steep.

            The door opened to the living room, and Sherlock turned. (Y/N) had stepped in. He could only see the back of their head, but he knew from their pause that they’d spotted the bowl of lollipops. They knew someone was in the apartment. Then their eyes landed on the coat flung over his armchair. Sherlock didn’t miss the slight shake in their fingers, a sign of their nerves.

            And then, (Y/N) caught the smell of tea and turned. They faced Sherlock. Their eyes widened, and they took a step back.

            “(Y/N),” said Sherlock softly.

            (Y/N)’s breath caught as their throat closed up in shock. “No-No way. You-You’re dead. You can’t be real-You can’t be here,” they said, rambling as they shook their head furiously.

            “I’m here, (Y/N),” said Sherlock, stepping forward and touching their shoulder. “This is real. You know it is.”

            That was all it took for (Y/N) to begin crying. After everything they’d gone through, this was too much. They had only cried twice after Sherlock’s death—when he had jumped and when Mycroft had come to them. And now all of that locked-away grief, undealt with and ignored, surged forward.

            They hiccupped and took shaky breaths as Sherlock pulled them into a hug. He held them close, never wanting to let his kid go again. (Y/N) reached out and grabbed his shirt, crying harder than they ever had.

            “I’m here,” said Sherlock, gently guiding them to the couch. “I’m here.”

            “H-How-How,” said (Y/N), the word breaking as they tried to breathe.

            “Take a breath,” said Sherlock, instantly in father-mode. (Y/N) was having a panic attack from the sudden emotions with no ability to deal with them. “Focus on me.” Sherlock took (Y/N)’s hands and squeezed them. “Deep breath in.” (Y/N) took a shuddering breath. “Good. Now out.” (Y/N) exhaled. “Good. In.” They breathed in. “And out.” They let out the breath. “In. Out. In. Out.”

            (Y/N) exhaled a final time, and their shoulders sagged in exhaustion as the adrenaline of the attack began to ebb. They looked at Sherlock more steadily and searched his face for signs of what had happened to him. They could see bruises and healing cuts, but two years had passed, so (Y/N) was unable to discern what had truly happened.

            “How…?” was all (Y/N) could say.

            “I found a way to win Moriarty’s game,” said Sherlock. “No one would come after you while I was dead—” His heart ached as (Y/N) flinched at the word when associated with him “—and then I made sure no one from his network could hurt you again.” He smiled. “And now I’ve returned.”

            “Why didn’t you give me a clue?” asked (Y/N) hesitantly. Their grief was growing into betrayal as they realized all the pain of the last two years had been a lie.

            “I couldn’t risk the secret getting out,” said Sherlock. “I couldn’t risk someone going after you or John because I was still alive.”

            (Y/N)’s brow furrowed slightly. “But you know I wouldn’t let it get out. And only I can solve your clues.”

            Sherlock was silent.

            “So why didn’t you tell me?” said (Y/N), searching his face for an answer. “I-I thought you were dead…I-I couldn’t keep going.”

            “It was necessary to keep you safe,” said Sherlock, softly.

            “It was necessary to let me think you were dead and to suffer for two whole years?” said (Y/N), pulling away from Sherlock.

            His heart clenched in panic as his kid drew away. No, no, this couldn’t be happening. Sherlock had done this for them, and it was as terrible for him to be away from them as it was for them to lose him.

            “(Y/N), I came back as soon as I could. I had to make sure Moriarty’s network didn’t have any more power,” said Sherlock.

            “And if they had kept going, would you have left me forever? For my safety?” said (Y/N).

            “I would do anything to protect you,” said Sherlock honestly.

            “Except let me know that the person who matters most to me—my dad—wasn’t dead,” said (Y/N), hands curling into fists.

            “(Y/N)—”

            “What am I supposed to do now that I know you can abandon me and come back whenever you want without caring?” said (Y/N).

            “(Y/N), I love you.”

            “Yeah, and why do you think this hurts so much?” (Y/N) stormed away to the stairs to their room.

            Sherlock stared at them, and they whirled back to him. Their eyes were narrowed, and Sherlock started at the vicious tone of their next words—Moriarty, Moriarty, screamed his mind as the man continued to haunt him. Even with his network gone, his ghost refused to leave Sherlock alone.

            “Maybe you should have stayed dead to me. At least then you wouldn’t have betrayed me.” They swallowed and blinked away the tears threatening to return. “And that’s what hurts the most.” And (Y/N) left Sherlock alone.

            He exhaled and put his head in his hands. Sherlock had let (Y/N) down. They had rebuilt the walls around them, and this time, Sherlock wasn’t sure he could break them down.

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            “Sitting in 221B Baker Street with cold tea? What a disappointing return to London, dear brother,” said Mycroft, strolling into the apartment.

            Sherlock looked up from where he was just staring at the cold tea in front of him. He had spent the last hour (few hours) trying to figure out a way to get through to (Y/N). Nothing had ended up being a good idea to execute and was too likely to end in trouble.

            “Now is really not the time, Mycroft,” said Sherlock, glaring at Mycroft.

            His brother softened slightly, recognizing that Sherlock and (Y/N)’s reunion hadn’t gone well. But he wouldn’t show that weakness and just tapped his cane. “I understand that, Sherlock, but the terror alert has been raised to Critical. It cannot wait.”

            “Not interested right now,” said Sherlock shortly.

            “We have solid information. An attack is incoming,” said Mycroft.

            “Busy,” said Sherlock.

            Mycroft tapped his cane impatiently. “Sherlock.”

            Sherlock suddenly straightened. “I’ll do it.”

            “You’ll do as I asked? Finally,” said Mycroft.

            “But only if I can bring (Y/N) on the case,” said Sherlock.

            Mycroft’s eyes narrowed. “(Y/N) is not mentally ready—”

            “No (Y/N), no me,” said Sherlock.

            Mycroft was really going to hit Sherlock with his cane one day. “Fine,” he said. He turned and left, leaving the tension of the room to Sherlock and (Y/N). Mycroft wanted nothing to do with all the feelings there.

            Sherlock stood and walked to (Y/N)’s door. He knocked lightly, and though he didn’t get a response, he knew (Y/N) was listening. “(Y/N)…Mycroft has a case.”

            “He has boring cases,” said (Y/N).

            “This one is also for me,” said Sherlock. That meant it would be slightly dangerous. And more fun. “Terrorist attack in London.” Still silence.

            Sherlock forced himself to stay quiet and let (Y/N) think and decide what to do for themself. This was the only way to really reconnect with (Y/N)—a case. Just like old times, the father and child team would solve crimes. It was their version of a peace offering. But (Y/N) had to choose it.

            The door opened. (Y/N) stood in front of him. “What do we know?”

            “Not much,” said Sherlock, walking down to the living room. “I’m going to contact my homeless network to see what the whispers are about the attack.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “Should I take the note? To keep your cover a little.”

            Sherlock knew two things. 1) His cover with the homeless network wasn’t that important. 2) He’d be stupid to not let (Y/N) do this so that they could be helpful in a way they wanted. Sherlock wasn’t going to shut down (Y/N)’s offer.

            “Yes,” said Sherlock, nodding. He took out a piece of paper and began to write.

            “What has Mycroft told you?” asked (Y/N).

            “An agent died to get information of a coming attack to him,” said Sherlock. “I’ll be getting my homeless network to see if anything is going on and looking at the odd blogs and such that will hold the answer.”

            “The unlikely places are the most likely,” said (Y/N), quietly.

            Sherlock smiled slightly. (Y/N) was still intelligent and had grown. He was very proud. “Yes,” he said. He finished the note and held it out to (Y/N). “You know who to start with?”

            (Y/N) nodded shortly. Sherlock pretended he wasn’t bothered by how nervous they were. Their questions were short, to the point. The conversational element was still missing. But he wouldn’t give up.

            “I’ll see you when you get back,” said Sherlock.

            (Y/N) nodded and left the room.

            Sherlock sighed. He had to give them time to heal, but seeing them like this…he hated it.

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            (Y/N) walked back towards Baker Street from dropping the note off and pulled the sleeves of their sweater as they thought. Sherlock was back. He was alive. He lied to them for two years. He abandoned them for two years. (Y/N) was stuck between relief and anger.

            They were overjoyed to have Sherlock back. That was absolutely true. They had lost their dad and been inconsolable. And now (Y/N) had him again. He was back in their life, alive, and had done everything to protect them.

            But protecting them had meant leaving them. He lied to them. He abandoned them. And now Sherlock was back and acting as if it had all been for the best. He did all of this to protect them, but where was protection when (Y/N) was mourning the loss of their dad?

            (Y/N) buried their neck in the sweater as they walked. How easily could Sherlock walk out of their life? He had been the only stability they had after the orphanage. And he had gone. (Y/N) was scared to let themself to get too close and lose him again (get left again).

            But (Y/N) wanted to let Sherlock in again. He was their dead. He cared about them. He loved them. (Y/N) loved him, too. Unfortunately, that was precisely why they were so nervous. If Sherlock left them again—death or abandonment—(Y/N) wouldn’t recover. They hadn’t really recovered from this incident, either, but they had kept going mechanically. The next time…(Y/N) would break, and nothing would repair them.

            However, as much as (Y/N) could get lost in their mind palace, they needed to decide—accept Sherlock or avoid him forever.

            A hand reached out and grabbed (Y/N). Immediately, they fought back and cried out, but the other hand clamped a soaked rag over their mouth. (Y/N) held their breath, but the man roughly grabbed their arm and twisted. The pain forced them to cry out, and they inhaled the chemical.

            (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered, and the edges of their vision went dark. And as their conscious slipped away, they knew the answer they’d been looking for. Because there was only one person they wanted to have with them when they were in danger. There was only one person (Y/N) could trust through everything, even betrayal and lies.

            Help me, Dad.

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            Sherlock was sitting in thought as he ran through every possibility of where the terrorists could be hiding when the door to 221B slammed open. John and Mary stood in the doorway, and John looked at Sherlock with wide eyes.

            “We think someone has (Y/N),” said John.

            Sherlock’s heart dropped.

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