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sacchxrine05 · 3 months

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Yuumori Characters as Disney Princesses (cus I’m bored :))

I’m gonna preface this by saying that some of these you’re just gonna have to trust me on cus I chose them just from pure vibes alone and went from there. I also haven’t re-read/watched Yuumori in a while nor have I watched any Disney movies as of late so again, just trust me bro lmao. I came up with most of these at 2am so sorry in advance.

Also, if someone has already done this, I’m sorry and I hope my choices aren’t just the same lmao.

Liam - Aurora/Sleeping Beauty

So this one is mostly just cus they both ended up sleeping for a long ass time lmao. Liam was in a coma after the fall for x months and Aurora was cursed to an eternal sleep unless her true love kissed her awake (we won’t talk about the horrors of the original fairytale, I’ve tried to blank that out of my memory tyvm). They’re also both blondes…uh huh. Aurora doesn’t have much personality that I can remember other than being an animal lover and a good singer so…that’s just all I have lmao. I also just think Liam would make a very cute Sleeping Beauty lmao.

Albert - Jasmine

I did consider giving Albert Rapunzel cus of the whole locked away in a tower thing, but outside of that and having shitty mothers (Mother Gothel wasn’t even Rapunzel’s real mother but still) there isn’t much similarity personality wise? Idk. I picked Jasmine just cus they both come from rich families yet have no patience for other rich people. Jasmine also disguised herself and went into the town/city to pretend she was a normal person and that feels kinda Albert-ish? They’re also both smart and sarcastic so Y’know.

Louis - Cinderella

This one feels kinda obvious lmao. Both were raised by awful rich people who treated them like a servant, both were orphans and both tended to the upkeep of their homes. I do think Louis has more of a backbone than Cinderella, especially towards the end of Part 1 of the manga. Also again: both are blondes lmao.

Moran - Merida

So…this one is mostly vibes but also not. I think Moran has a similar wild streak to Merida and accidentally turning a loved one into a bear because he didn’t watch his wording when asking a witch for a spell sounds like something Moran might do? Bear (hah) in mind I haven’t re-read Yuumori in a while so I may be wrong on that. Also I guess bows and arrows were the guns before guns were invented so…so there’s that lmao.

Bonde - Mulan

Feels like another obvious one? They both disguised their genders to achieve a goal (although I did interpret James to be a trans man whereas Mulan wasn’t rly? Cus she went back to presenting as female after the war so idk). They’re also both pretty outspoken and don’t care for the roles society has put them in as women and actively break that stigma (Mulan by going to war and James by often dressing as men even before he transitioned). Idk I just like this one lmao.

Fred - Snow White

Again, this is mostly vibes. I’m pretty sure Snow White is the youngest of the Disney Princesses at 14 (Don’t quote me on that cus I could be wrong), so I feel like that parallels Fred being the youngest of the Crime Gang. Snow White also has a connection to animals which can also connect to Fred’s love of cats and nature in general as he does most (all?) of the gardening. I think they’re both pretty quiet and shy and that’s all I really have lmao.

Mycroft - Megara

Okay, okay, relax, I know Megara isn’t an official Disney Princess (she SHOULD be, but whatever), but she’s the only one I could really see as being similar to Mycroft? Ya’ll are really just gonna have to trust me on this one lmao. I just think they’re both pretty independent and cynical and sarcastic and just…I really don’t know the vibes just fit, I can’t explain it.

Sherlock - Ariel

OKAY👏HEAR👏ME👏OUT. This is the only one I’m 100% confident on BSJDNKFS. They both have a niche obsession that they collect items from, Ariel with humans and Sherlock with Mysteries/Crime. They both make massive life changes for the man they love (a man which, by the way, they barely knew lmao), Ariel in becoming human and Sherlock by leaving his life, family & friends behind to live with Liam in New York. They also almost died to achieve this, Sherl from leaping off a goddamn bridge to save Liam and Ariel by her deal with Ursula. IT WORKS, I’M TELLING YOU.

That’s all I have, I was gonna do other characters but I just hit a brick wall with it lmao. (I considered John to be either Tiana or Belle, but I’ll leave that up to you 👀)

If you made it this far thank you for listening to my bullshit lmao.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #sherlock holmes #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty #sebastian moran #james bonde #fred porlock #mycroft holmes #sherliam

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fairy-writes · 2 days

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fairy's fics for gaza

hello everyone! i'm not sure anyone would even be interested or care about this but i'm OPENING REQUESTS for @ficsforgaza !! by tossing my hat into the ring, i hope to help raise money and interest for this cause!

keep in mind i'll maybe close my requests if i get overwhelmed or can't fulfill a request. i am setting the donation limit for $5 for 500 words. ofc this is subject to change (e.g. you want a shorter or longer request)

how this works!

you (the reader): send me A DIRECT MESSAGE (not an ask pls, those are reserved for regular requests) asking for a request. i will start working on your request once you've provided proof to me (with any personal info removed) of your donation to a VETTED FUNDRAISER. DO NOT SEND ME THE MONEY

me (the writer): once i have vetted the fundraiser (there is a list to choose from HERE), i will begin work on your request. keep in mind i have other projects to get done (e.g. original stories, other requests still in my inbox, etc.) so it won't be published right away.

LIST OF FANDOMS/PEOPLE I'LL WRITE FOR (these are all x reader):

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira, Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kibutsuji Muzan, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

GENERAL RULES

i write specifically SFW. no NSFW or dark content here folks. though there are plenty of participating authors who write either dark content or NSFW!

all writing is gender neutral but can be customized to a female!reader

absolutely no exclusionists welcome. that includes anyone who is or condones racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, aphobia, ableism, islamophobia, antisemitism, or anything similar.

things that WON'T be written: nsfw/smut/spice (implied or otherwise), abusive relationships, yandere, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, mental disorders, incest, character x character, character x oc

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#fics for gaza #fairy talks #navigation

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mzannthropy · 10 months

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Sam Claflin + well developed female characters

I once posted a list of Sam's female-directed films [x], but as @jesstasticvoyage points out, it's also true that a lot of stuff he stars in features well developed female characters (I'm kinda tired of the "strong female character" phrase, so using this one instead). So, let's have a look at them.

The Hunger Games series (dir Francis Lawrence) - still the most obvious example for Sam as a role he's known for, and the purpose of this post. It's safe to say most people know Katniss Everdeen.

Their Finest (dir Lone Scherfig) - Gemma Arterton's character, Catrin, is an aspiring screenwriter hired to work on a script for a film about Dunkirk evacuation--this is a movie about a movie set during WW2. Sam is a fellow writer, in fact he is the one who discovered her. It's funny bc this takes place in 1940s and she gets the job of writing female characters, when even in our times we don't always have that. Worth noting is also Rachael Stirling's Phyl, a minor character but memorable and a lesbian--who doesn't die at the end. It's the straight relationship that gets treated like bury your gays trope this time!

The Nightingale (dir Jennifer Kent) - also known as the film in which Sam plays an absolute monster (you think Billy Dunne is bad, lol). The film centres on young convict Claire (Aisling Franciosi) seeking revenge for the indescribable harm done to her family. Basically, trigger warning for everything.

My Cousin Rachel (dir Roger Michell) - adaptation of Daphne du Maurier's novel. Sam plays Philip, the narrator, but Rachel is so intriguing, the whole story is named for her. She's played by her namesake, Rachel Weisz. There's also Louise (Holliday Granger), Philip's childhood friend. She's the relatable, girl next door type, but she is smart, in fact I think she is the one with the most braincells. (Also I have a theory about her, I think this version of Louise has a darker side!)

Enola Holmes (dir Harry Bradbeer) - title speaks for itself. Enola's mother is missing and the teenage heroine goes on a quest to find her and thus becomes a detective herself. Sam plays Mycroft, the eldest Holmes sibling, though he's far removed from the original Mycroft Holmes of Arthur Conan Doyle's books. Edith, who runs a teashop, is another notable female character.

Adrift (dir Baltasar Kormakur) - based on a true story of Tami Oldham, an amateur sailor, surviving 41 days adrift on the Pacific Ocean after a hurricane. Sam plays her bf Richard. Shailene Woodley has the role of Tami and is also the film's producer.

Riot Club (dir Lone Scherfig) - okay so what's this doing here, you ask, it's a film about an all-male elite club at Oxford. Yes but that's exactly the point, bc even though it is about an all male club, the female characters are surprisingly well developed. The play this is adapted from, Posh, was written by Laura Wade and the director is also a woman, so maybe it's not so surprising. We have Holliday Granger who plays the gf of one of the boys and Jessica Brown Findlay in the role of the pub landlord's daughter. Holliday's character certainly doesn't take any shit from the posh boys. Even Natalie Dormer in the role of a sex worker has enough self-respect to refuse their deranged requests, despite the amount of money it would earn her. Hence I include it on the list.

Charlie's Angels (dir Elizabeth Banks) - title speaking for itself, yet again. Sam's role is relatively minor.

Book of Love (dir Analeine Cal y Mayor) - a romcom. When Maria, played by Veronica Echegui, translates Henry's (Sam) unsuccessful book from English to Spanish, the book becomes a huge hit in Mexico. Turns out that while translating, she inserted some seriously hot steamy scenes. Sam travels to Mexico for promotion and the two of them now have to work together on the next book. So without Maria, the story would not exist and also, once Henry accepts the situation, he is happy to collaborate with her--and at the end, supports her in her own writing efforts. (If you can get round the premise, it is an enjoyable film.)

Daisy Jones and the Six - mini series based on a book of the same name. We have not one, not two, not three, but four amazing ladies to root for: Daisy, Camila, Karen and Simone. While Sam gives performance of a lifetime as the band's frontman Billy Dunne.

Other Notes:

Honourable mentions are Snow White (Kristen Stewart) in Snow White and the Huntsman, a film I have a definite soft spot for though there's many ways it could have been better. In The Corrupted Sam plays a convict who just got out of prison and reunites with his gf and son. The gf is played by Naomi Ackie. She's wary at first but does allow him back into her life and they get back together and raise their son. Unsure if another one of my faves, Pirates of the Caribbean On Stranger Tides apply. Sam's romance with the mermaid Syrena is my absolute favourite of his. She might seem helpless for majority of her screentime, bc she gets captured, turns human on dry land and is unable to walk as she's not used to having legs, Philip (Sam's character) has to carry her. But she was the one who saved him first. And POTC overall is not without good female characters.

#sam claflin #samblogging #female characters

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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year

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I posted 3,154 times in 2022

That's 3,090 more posts than 2021!

141 posts created (4%)

3,013 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@helloliriels

@loki-lock

@safedistancefrombeingsmart

@justanobsessedpan

@musingsofmyown

I tagged 2,195 of my posts in 2022

Only 30% of my posts had no tags

#johnlock - 611 posts

#bbc sherlock - 453 posts

#sherlock - 428 posts

#john watson - 366 posts

#sherlock holmes - 295 posts

#sherlock x john - 169 posts

#johnlock fanart - 151 posts

#martin freeman - 135 posts

#sherlock fanart - 135 posts

#benedict cumberbatch - 125 posts

Longest Tag: 121 characters

#am i funny? cringy? funny but in a cringe way? yeah probably funny cringy way... nah probably just cringy... in any case:

My Top Posts in 2022:

okay so we all want BBC SHERLOCK S5 right???

and imho it needs to involve:

- A JOHNLOCK KISS!!!! (one that ~actually~ happens irl and not just in the mind palace or the like...)

-HUDDERS NOT BEING DEAD (seriously she is the soul of johnlock and she deserves better than to die. let her go on vacation or something... saw that post a few days ago)

-AND HARRY WATSON PRETTY PLEASE!!! (in a happy way. where john and her rebuild their relationship. also... maaaayyybbee bcs i'm a tiny bit in love with her)

-MORE (happy!) JOHNLOCK

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how john watson found his heart again

[sequel to how john watson lost his heart ]

it's been two years since i've lost my heart.

two years of grief. two years of being lost. two years of darkness.

but it's okay, i've found her. she gave me a new heart.

it's not the same as my own but it does its job: it gave me life. it keeps me alive.

but suddenly you are back.

short version: not dead.

and you present me my long lost heart on a serving tray.

with your fake glasses, your fake mustache, your fake accent.

but my real heart.

right there in front of me.

abruptly i stand up. trying to hold back my anger.

alright. john. i'm suddenly realizing that i probably owe you some sort of an apology-

fist against the table.

two years.

keep it together, watson, i tell myself.

two years.

but how can i?

when the only reason to live is right there in front of me.

when the one reason i almost died myself was right there in front of me.

i thought-

not in the restaurant, watson.

i thought you were dead.

i died too that day. i have lost my heart that day. the day you died.

now you let me grieve...

i grieved for you, i grieved for my heart.

how could you do that?

HOW?!

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"JOHNLOCKed in a Closet"

- now on Ao3!!!

[cover art by @topsyturvy-turtely DO NOT REPOST]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, F/F

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson; Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade; Harry Watson/Original Female Character; Sherlock Holmes & Mrs. Hudson & John Watson; Harry Watson & John Watson; Sherlock Holmes & Greg Lestrade

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Harry Watson, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Mrs. Hudson Ships It, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Johnlock - Freeform, Locked In, Trapped In A Closet, John is a Mess, John The Bisaster, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, Harry the gay advisor, Confused John, Soft Sherlock, Sassy John, Shy Sherlock, References to Canon, Case Fic, okay mostly it's fluff but anygays..., STILL THERE IS A CASE

Summary: Mrs. Hudson is done. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are just two silly little lovebirds who need to be locked together in a room until they can finally admit their feelings for each other! So this is EXACTLY what she does. And what room could be more fitting than a closet...?

Chapters: 15/15 (plus a dedication)

Originally published on Wattpad with the username "turtely". (21,6K views, 817 votes, 5K comments - status August 30th 2022)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40776522?view_full_work=true

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He really just needed a kiss...

John hated it. He utterly and truly hated it. He despised himself for it. It was going on his nerves. In fact it annoyed the fucking SHIT out of him.

That stupid, always present, torturing urge to be kissed.

It was plain out ridiculous. But he couldn't help it. He wanted- needed that kind of body contact. Where one was taller, the other smaller. Where one was the bold and made the decisive move. Where your heart stops and your breath catches and-

John put the tea pot down with too much force so the china chinked. He grabbed the newspaper off the table with an emphasis that really wasn't necessary and he walked over to his armchair with a frown on his face and heaviness in his steps.

He dropped into the chair and scowled at the news. He felt like a teenager, which dropped his mood even more.

"You're annoyed.", his flatmate Sherlock, eyes closed hands steepled under his chin, his legs half up half down, stated. And it made John even more grumpy. Because look at this arsehole! With his damn hair and annoying face and stupid athletic body he wouldn't struggle AT ALL finding someone to kiss him. Not that he would care for such mundane things.

"Yes.", there was no point in denying it, John decided but hid his face behind the newspaper again.

"Why?"

Behind the safety of the newspaper John rolled his eyes. "I just am."

Sherlock opened his eyes and leaned forward, "That's ridiculous every human emotion has its origin in a deeper-"

"Oh for fuck's sake. You of all people lecturing me about human emotions is really not a to-do-thing for today, okay?!"

Sherlock sat up and John - even behind the paper - felt his studying gaze on him and the irritation inside him flamed up even more. "Stop staring.", he grumbled

Sherlock tilted his head - eyes still fixed on his flatmate. He leaned forward, pushing the newspaper down and the sudden proximity made John uneasy.

"Ever heard of personal space?"

"Of course.", Sherlock said and invaded John's.

"Then why are you in mine?"

"Because you want it."

"I want- what?"

"You wanna be close to someone.", Sherlock said, both hands on either side of his armchair now.

"No", John awkwardly fixed his sitting position. "I think I am good. Go back to your seat, Sherlo-"

But then Sherlock's lips were on his and John froze. It was just a hint of a kiss. It was nothing really. He could back off and then they could just-

He put his hand on the back of Sherlock's neck and his hand barely touched his side. He hesitantly kissed him back and then Sherlock's lips pecked John's lightly. Sherlock opened his mouth and John sucked on the other man's lower lip. John (or more his libido) decided he'd go a bit further and used his teeth to tease. When Sherlock gasped, John pulled back quickly.

"Oh. Wow. I didn't- didn't expect to happen.", he said, Sherlock still hovering above him. His eyes were fluttering open and then stared into John's. There was something in his gaze that made John wanna hug him tight.

Sherlock straightened up and fixed his perfectly cuffed cuffs on his shirt. That heated look was completely gone. There was no evidence of what had just happened, except ,maybe, that John's trousers were a tad bit tighter than before.

Still uselessly fumbling with his cuffs (with elegant, slim fingers), Sherlock finally looked up. And with his look came a wall, being built brick by brick between them. "You needed stimulation. I gave you that. I hope you feel better now.", Sherlock said matter-of-factly, finally letting his cuffs alone, rolling his shoulders once. With four long strides he was at the hook with his belstaff, put it on with one swift movement and opened the door. "I'll be out. No need to wait up."

And John was being left behind. Completely stunned. He still felt lips on his own, still felt breath creeping over his jaw, still saw a heated look that John felt like had burnt him.

With a deep breath he heaved himself up, the newspaper forgotten on John's lap, flew to the floor. John needed tea. While the water boiled, John thought about what Sherlock had said. That he had offered him stimulation and that he hoped John felt better now. And he did, definitely, feel better but there was a tuck inside him that made him frown.

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My #1 post of 2022

sherlock: I KNOW!!!

john: you know what?

sherlock: i know what the H stands for!

john: *pinching the bridge of his nose* sherlock can you just dro-

sherlock: john hedgehog watson

john: ...

sherlock: ... :)

398 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #turtely #sorry for the long post i am a fuckin writer xD #none of this surprises me #all my reblogs haha <3 #and the tags #yes i am absolutely obsessed with this stupid show^^#and my longest tag is literally a summary of me 😅

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savvy-devine666 · 3 years

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Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock BBC Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mycroft/Original Female Character Characters: Sherlock, Original Female Character(s), Mycroft - Character, throw away oc Additional Tags: Friendship, Family, Humor, Drama, Sibling Bonding, Hurt/Comfort, hospital trips, nothing graphic, Sherlock is a Brat, but an actual sweetheart Series: Part 6 of Roads Less Walked Summary:

A night of fun and sibling bonding with her brother-in-law ends in a hospital trip for Melody Holmes.

#sherlock #sherlock bbc #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #original female character #humor #light romance #mycroft x original female character #oc

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honeypiehotchner · 4 years

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Deception (John Watson x OFC) -- part seventeen

I think I’ve made you guys wait long enough, so I won’t be hesitating to post these last few parts. The epilogue is all that’s left. This one is pretty sad, I won’t lie :(

Small mention/warning for pregnancy/abortion.

“These are yours, I do believe,” Sherlock says, nudging my arm.

I turn and look to see he has my heels from the restaurant we’re leaving behind. “Thanks.” I take them from him angrily. He pauses walking, allowing me to use his arm to help me stay balanced while I slip back into them. Ahead of us, John continues walking, clenching and unclenching his hand, a habit I thought he had kicked a few months ago. The sight of his sunken shoulders and loud footsteps has my heart aching, and I know it’s all my doing.

I know it’s only going to get worse.

Inside the small restaurant – the name I didn’t bother to even catch – John sits across from Sherlock and I at a table for four. When I tried sitting next to John, he silently glared at the chair. That was enough for me to move next to Sherlock.

Unbeknownst to the idiot private detective next to me, I would also like to slam his head into a wall right now. But I won’t. If I kick his ass, it’ll be done privately.

John is silent, giving me the time to lay into Sherlock.

“You couldn’t have talked to me about this?” I nearly yell at him. “You could’ve come to my house, not crashed our fucking dinner reservation and gotten yourself thrown out of the place!”

“If I remember correctly it was John who punched me.”

“Because you’re a giant idiot with no concern for anyone’s feelings!”

“I could say the same about you,” Sherlock replies testily, narrowing his eyes. “When were you going to tell him?”

I glare at the man before me. “Faking your death is not a good look on you, Sherlock. It changed you.”

Sherlock merely tilts his head, firing up his next witty remark, but John speaks before he can. “Answer him.”

I turn my head to my boyfriend – can I still call him that? “What?”

“You heard me,” John replies, all affection gone from his tone. “I want to know. When were you going to tell me you knew him? And anything else I’m sure you’ve been lying to me about. Surely knowing him isn’t the only thing.”

“John…”

“Don’t,” he snaps, shaking his head. “Don’t. Just tell me.”

So I do. “My real name is Nicole Jane Stewart,” I say. “You knew me—”

“I don’t know you at all. Keep going.”

The blow stings when it hits me, but I nod, continuing. “I’m a retired federal agent. Or I was. About a year and a half ago, Mycroft came to me asking for my help. I wasn’t going to agree because I’ve been out of work for a long time, but Sherlock and I were friends, and Mycroft knew I could never say no to helping out a friend.”

John scoffs. I blink the tears out of my eyes, catching one before it has the chance to fall.

“My job was simple, to be your therapist and to keep you sane. I have a Bachelors in Psychology and a Masters in Counseling Services, so it wasn’t illegal at all. I was to report to…Mycroft about your wellbeing every month. It was for your safety, John.”

“Great,” John shakes his head, nodding to Sherlock. “So while you were dead, your brother kept tabs on me through an undercover government spy right under my nose.”

“I’m not a spy—”

“You might as well be,” John interrupts me, his gaze falling on me, and I flinch when it does. “So all this time, you knew?”

I nod slowly.

“You knew he was alive and you let me grieve and you—We went to his bloody fucking gravesite—!”

“I know!” I cry, wanting nothing more than to hold him as I tell him all this. That was the plan I had in mind, as silly as it sounds now. To be at home, my house, on the couch, holding him close, confessing it all. “I know, and I’m sorry, but you have to understand, falling in love wasn’t part of the plan. I was only supposed to be your therapist, but then you asked me out—”

“So this is all my fault then, is it?”

“No, John, it’s not, that’s not what I’m—”

“Then don’t say it like it is,” he bites through every word, his eyes showing a hatred toward me that I never thought I’d see. It’s chilling. “Don’t. Pretend. That you care about me, when you let this happen. If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have done this to me.”

There is no point in arguing with him. None at all. I nod.

“That’s it?” John continues. “That’s all you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing I say will make this better or change what happened,” I reply slowly, catching another tear on my finger. “I love you, John. My feelings for you have and always will be real. You have to know that.”

He looks down, saying nothing.

That’s that, then.

I stand from the table, wincing as the chair squeaks against the tile. “I’m going to go,” I announce. “So you two can talk the rest of this out. Goodbye, John.”

He barely moves.

I look down at Sherlock. “Goodbye. I hope faking your death was worth it.”

I brush past him and the table, not looking back. There’s no point in it. I was foolish and let myself believe John wouldn’t care. I was foolish and in love and it’ll never happen again.

Never.

+++

Mycroft stares at me almost solemnly from his desk. I came here to see if he can fire up the private jet tonight and get me the hell out of England as soon as possible. Apparently, since he’s Mycroft, he can. The pilot said he should be ready in an hour.

I return all of the documents and devices, including Jane’s iPhone. I’ll get a new one when I get back to America, or maybe I won’t. Who knows.

I requested that Mycroft have some clothes for me to change into, and thankfully he supplied me with sweatpants and a hoodie. It’s exactly the kind of comfort I need right now.

When I emerge from the bathroom in my new clothes, I muster up a weak smile. “Thank you for getting the jet and all. You can take it out of my funds for the pilot. I imagine he’s not happy to be flying at nine at night.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Mycroft waves my offer away. “And the pilot is a night owl. It’s why I hired him for moments like these.”

I nod, not in the mood for anymore arguments.

“Thank you,” Mycroft says suddenly. “For coming out of retirement.”

“No problem.”

“I know it wasn’t easy,” Mycroft continues, and by the look in his eyes, I know exactly what he’s alluding to. “But John Watson would not have survived if it weren’t for you.”

“If you say so,” I mutter. “I think he would’ve been better off without ever meeting me.”

“I don’t think so,” Mycroft shakes his head. He eyes me for a moment, up and down, before settling back on my face. “You’re pregnant.”

“I know,” I murmur. “Or I had my suspicions.” I only had half a glass of wine last night because with every sip, something felt off. And I opted for water tonight at dinner because of it. “I haven’t taken a test yet, but I will once I’m home.”

Mycroft furrows his eyebrows. “You aren’t going to tell John?”

“What’s the point?” I shrug, looking up through my tear-soaked lashes. “He wants nothing to do with me. I doubt a child will change that. It’s better if I just go.” I don’t even know if I’ll keep it.

Mycroft must have read my mind just from my expression. He doesn’t mention it, though, and for that I’m grateful. All he says instead is, “I’m sorry, Nicole.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle sadly. “Me too, Mycroft.”

He nods, sensing the nearing end. “Well. I’ll call a car to take you to the airport. The pilot should be ready by the time you arrive.” He pauses. “You’ll let me know when you’re home safe?”

“Sure,” I smile. Despite our differences, Mycroft has always seen and protected me as a sister. Even if sometimes his actions seemed twisted. “I’ll send an email.”

“Alright,” he murmurs.

I take a seat in the cushioned chair against the wall. I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall. Mycroft talks on the phone briefly before hanging up.

“The car is outside, whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” I whisper, opening my eyes. “You know, Mycroft, I get it now.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Get what?”

I keep my gaze on the picture opposite of me. “Why you’re alone. It’s easier.”

“I don’t know about it being easier,” he admits, folding his hands. “But it’s hard to find love in this line of work.”

“Caring is not an advantage, I think you said once.” I scoff, shaking my head. “How right you were.”

I push myself up from the chair, surprised to find Mycroft is walking around his desk toward me.

“I’ll walk you up,” he says. “I’ll never ask another favor from you, Agent Stewart. I swear.”

“Please,” I try not to cry. “Just call me Nicole. I’m a shit agent.”

“You’re not,” Mycroft protests lightly, pulling the door open for me. “But as you wish, Nicole.”

We walk up the stairs and out front to the car in silence. Mycroft stands on the sidewalk as the car door is opened for me. At the last minute, I wrap my arms around him in brief hug. I’m not sure if I just needed one, if he looked like he needed one, or if I thought he deserved it after our conversation. But regardless, he hugs me back, swearing to me once more that he won’t ask another favor of me.

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The private jet touches down in America around ten at night. I’m at my home by eleven.

Everything is the same as I left it.

I grab my laptop and search for the charger. Once I find it, I plug the computer in and wait for it to come up. As soon as it does, I send an email to Mycroft, letting him know I have arrived and am back home now.

He replies quickly (the notification nearly scares me half to death) and tells me thank you. And that John called him looking for me.

I read it, but I don’t reply.

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sherlock sexuality headcanons!

Ay, everyone! I’m back with a brief list on my personal sexuality headcanons for the characters of the hit BBC show “Sherlock” that I fucking love. I’m only on the last episode of Series Three, so if y’all are going to comment or reblog, please NO SPOILERS! Anyways, sorry for my rants, I’ll just get right into what you came for here! As a LGBTQ+ member myself, I am so excited to write these headcanons for these OBVIOUSLY GAY cinnamon-buns! Let’s do it!

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Asexual biromantic in my opinion. I totally think he’s attracted to Watson, in a romantic and platonic sort of way, rather than a sexual infatuation. Johnlock is totally valid to me, and I can absolutely get behind it as one of my many ships!

DOCTOR JOHN WATSON

Bisexual, through and through, I fucking stand by this! I think he prefers women, but is in denial about his gay side. And I know that I am not the only one who believes that John is bi, though in my opinion he is still trying to process the fact that he likes both women and men.

MYCROFT HOLMES

Queer, simply because he doesn’t like to use labels. I think he’s on the asexual spectrum like his brother, but is more open to having romantic relationships or sexual encounters than Sherlock is. Mycroft doesn’t really put limits on who he loves, he just does and that’s it, nothing more.

DETECTIVE INSPECTOR GREG LESTRADE

Bisexual too, in my opinion, with no specific preference between male or female. Mystrade is my personal favourite Sherlockian ship in the fandom, and I could totally picture it happening. Lestrade was apart the community as a young punk in punk seventies London, and he still is even after cleaning up his life.

MOLLY HOOPER

Closeted pansexual who prefers men or out of the binary individuals, but she won’t be fussy about who she loves. Sherlock knows Molly is LGBTQ+ but has kept his mouth shut out of the small ounce of love he holds for her.

IRENE ADLER

LESBIAN and SAPIOSEXUAL in capital letters, everyone! Fly the sapphic flag, because Irene is as gay as you can get. People might question my reasoning due to the fact that in the show she is portrayed as being sexually/romantically attracted to Sherlock--but I think it was more of an intellectual lust rather than physical, if that makes any sense.

MARY MORSTAN-WATSON

Bisexual, leaning towards women, I think. She was totally attracted to John and I will not hesitate to say that I ship them completely! They are perfect together, in my opinion. I like JohnLock too, but there is something about John x Mary that is very charming. But yes, Mary could be with a man or a woman, it doesn’t matter to her.

PROFESSOR JAMES MORIARTY

Pansexual, and I won’t hear anything else! That was a joke, I respect all headcanons, y’all! I know pans when I see them, being pansexual myself, and he is pan in every single way possible! Moriarty has no limitations or constraints holding him back, and gender never mattered to him anyways. I will say that he’s defo aromantic, preferring a sexual relationship or platonic friendship instead of a marriage/dating scenario. HE IS MY PAN KING, THOUGH!

MRS. HUDSON

A straight ally--she is super supportive of gay and transgender rights, and was one of the original JohnLock shippers too. To her, it isn’t wrong or strange to be LGBTQ+ at all. Mrs. Hudson is sympathetic, caring, and loving, there is not a homophobic or transphobic bone in her body!

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fangirlings-things · 4 years

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Rescheduled Lesson

❦ PART. II

Fandom: Enola Holmes

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x female reader

Word count: 3K

anon said: Can I request a Sherlock x reader where she visited Enola often when Sherlock left on long cases, so they became good friends? And when Enola runs away to find her mom, she goes to stay with the reader, which Sherlock deduces and tries to get her to let him find Enola and talk to her? -&

A/N: this request was amazing and I loved every bit of it!!! I put all my inspiration in this, tried to make the personality of the character good, so I hope you like this piece, love, I did my best!! (also I’m thinking about a part 2? if you guys like it let me know, I would be delighted to write it) (had to repost guys, I'm sorry!!)

also, the tag list for this fandom is open!!!

gif credit: @henrycavilledits

❧ You knew the Holmes family was nothing like the other families that lived in the countryside. The father had died many years before. The two oldest sons had already left home, to live their lives and follow the careers they desired. On that incredibly big house, where once lived a family, there was only a mother and her youngest child left. Perhaps the fact that you yourself was considered a little off by other people, was the fact that made you become friends with them.

You lived completely alone, surrounded by books in a small house. Your life was made of studying, researching and writing texts about science. You loved it, great authors of the matter being your inspiration. You tried to learn their teachings and with luck, wanted others to learn as well. You almost couldn’t believe when one day in the middle of a sunny afternoon, Eudoria Holmes had showed up at your door and invited you to her house, where she asked you to be Enola’s science teacher. She educated her daughter not for society, but for herself, so that she could find her own path when she came to grow up. That instantly made you respect that woman and accept her offer.

Twice a week you would go to the Holmes’s house and spend hours and more hours teaching the girl. Darwin, Copernicus, Newton, Galilei. She was eager to know and you were eager to teach her. She was the first student you had that actually wanted to learn and that was amazing. Made you proud and happy, more than you could say. At the evening, Eudoria would ask you to stay for dinner. You would put lessons aside and talk and laugh together. They were like your family, the one you didn’t had.

You were always excited for the days of teaching Enola to come soon. They were your absolute favorites of the week. In the beginning of the afternoon of one of those days, you had been incredibly surprised by a knock on your front door while you gathered the books you would make the girl read and study. Frowning, because you never had visitors or received letters, you went to attend the door.

And when you opened it, you saw that your visitor was Enola herself.

“Hi, Miss (Y/L/N)” the girl smiled at you, a little forced smile that instantly made your frown grow deeper. She was wearing boy’s clothes, even a hat, and her long brown hair had been hidden inside of it. “I’m afraid today’s lesson will have to be rescheduled”

“Enola, what…” you began, confused. You had seen her dressed in boy’s clothes before around her house, that wasn’t a big deal. She did find them more comfortable, she had told you before. But the fact that she concealed her hair as if she wanted to hide it and the expression on her face, something that you couldn’t quite identify but resembled urgency, was enough for you to get anxious.

“Please, Miss (Y/L/N), can I come in? I promise I’ll explain everything you want to know” she pleaded, eyes locked on yours as she did so. The tone on her voice made you nod and take a step to the side, locking the door once she was already inside. “I had never been here. Your house is really amazing” the girl seemed overwhelmed by all the books and unfinished texts you had around, laying on tables and shelves.

“Thank you” you said, mind still running fast as you tried to understand what was happening. You walked after the girl, that had advanced until she reached the next room of your house, one who only had two couches and a table. “Enola, what is going on?” her face instantly lost the admiration she was having for your belongings. Her eyes went to the floor, and she went silent. That made you sight. “Enola, you promise you would explain. And you know you can trust me”

That seemed to make her come around, because she sighted as you had just did and sat at one of your couches. Or better, she laid down on it, placing her head over a pillow and focusing her eyes on the roof. Her hands were joined over her chest. “I came here because I wanted to hide, Miss (Y/L/N). I’m running away”

Your eyes went wide at that declaration and you sat on the other couch, realizing that would probably be a long conversation. “Enola! Think about your mother! She loves you. Your disappearance will hurt her deeply”

“No, no, I’m not running away from my mother. I’m running away to find her” the girl sat straight on the couch, eyes meeting yours again like they had before at the door. She could see the confusion in your eyes grow by each word she spoke. “My mother went missing a few days ago, Miss (Y/L/N). She didn’t say goodbye or said where she was going. She only left me clues, here and there that I’ll have to use to find her”

Worry got a hold of you, the same worry you had recognized on Enola’s eyes. Eudoria. Where would she have gone? Was she fine? Not knowing you realized, was terrible. As you thought about what Enola had just said, another question got to your mind. “If your mother is missing, who are you running away from, Enola?”

“My brothers. Sherlock and Mycroft. Well, especially Mycroft, because he wants to send me to a finishing school, that prepares young women for society” the clear disgust in her voice would have made you laugh if you weren’t so worried.

“Where will you go to find your mother, Enola? What plans do you have? Do you want me to go with you?” all questions left your mouth in such a rush, that it seemed like you had just spit out the words one after the other.

The young girl smiled kindly and got up, going to sit right next to you on the couch you were on. She grabbed your hands in hers gently and squeezed them tightly. “Thank you for offering to go with me, to support me, Miss (Y/L/N). Is more than my own brothers have done. But this is something I have to do alone, I have to be the one to find her and know why she left. And I think that the less you know, the better it will be”

Oh, that girl. You smiled while you looked at her. Eudoria had raised her to be a force of nature and had achieved that goal, brilliantly. You squeezed her hands back in affection. “When will you leave?”

“At sundown today” she said, so quickly that you realized she had already thought about everything. At least, on that phase of that 'plan' to find her dear mother. “Will walk to the train station, not the closest one but the next, and get on the first train in the morning tomorrow. In this way, I’m quite sure my brothers won’t be able to understand my intentions soon enough as to catch me”

“Very well” you passed your arms around her and hugged her tight, sighting. “Let’s get you some food for your journey, then. If you find Eudoria and she finds out I let you almost starve I’ll get in trouble”

Enola laughed as she hugged you back.

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Enola had left at sundown of the previous day, just like she had said she would. Carrying nothing more than money her mother had left her, a bag of food you had given her and her favorite book of yours, Origin of Species, you had watched her walk away into the night alone, as her name backwards spelled.

You had spent the whole night incapable of sleeping, wondering if she was fine and if she hadn’t encountered any dangers as she travelled on foot. You worried so much but all you could do, was hope that she would stay safe and find her mother. Soon.

On the next day, you had spent the morning and the beginning of the afternoon distracted. Tried to complete some of your works, but couldn’t. Your mind would always go back to the gone girl and her well being.

You had frustratedly been trying to read the same page of one of your books for fifteen minutes, without being capable of keeping any attention on it, when for the second time in a long time, you heard knocks at the front door.

You got up instantly, leaving the book forgotten upon the closest table as you rushed to the door, already smiling at the thought at Enola had came around on her idea of going alone and was back to ask you to go with her.

When you opened the door though, you realized that it wasn’t Enola who had knocked. It had been a man. A man you had never seen before.

He was tall, it was the first thing you noticed. The fact that he had no beard, was the second. And then, details of him came rushing into your mind through your eyes. He had short, curly hair, bright eyes and memorable features. He wore a white shirt, a brown vest with small white details in it and a brown suit as well as trousers of the same color. No tie which was insula for men that well dressed.

“May I help you?” you frowned at him, holding the wooden door firmly with one of your hands. To receive the visit of men, had always made you nervous. You lived alone, after all, and the world was becoming a more violent place day by day.

“I hope so” he said, which such confidence on his voice that it actually made you raise your eyebrows at him. His eyes were fixed in you, analyzing your face with much intensity. Far more than you thought it would be appropriate. “I’m Sherlock Holmes. And I suppose you are Miss (Y/L/N), my sister’s science teacher”

You took a moment to watch him again, trying to put into your mind that the man in front of you was the Sherlock Holmes, the detective who was making a name on England, solving the most incredible and difficult cases on his own. After long seconds of silence where you only stared at each other, you cleaned your throat. “I am in fact Enola’s teacher, Mr. Holmes. How did you know?”

“I found her works, studies on great science authors. They all had writings on the borders where she constantly mentioned a desire to please and make a 'Miss (Y/L/N)' proud. It only took me a visit to one of the closest houses to ask who it was and get pointed in your house’s direction” he explained, in an impersonal tone quite fitting to a detective. He saw the incisive tone look you were giving him, filled with suspicion, and smiled slightly as he looked at his feet, before focusing his eyes back on yours. “I came here because Enola ran away from home, Miss (Y/L/N). And I think she would come here to see you if she needed help”

You sighted, looking into his eyes. You remembered Enola’s words, where she had told you Mycroft was the one who wanted to send her to a finishing school, the one who had made her run away. If that had been Mycroft Holmes at your door, you would have denied being her teacher or even knowing the girl, wanting to cut the conversation short. But that was Sherlock Holmes. Enola hadn’t expressed much anger towards him and honestly, he would for sure find out the truth on his own. He was the best detective there was in the nowadays. You tell him, would just spin faster the process and you would be able to send him away sooner.

“Come in, Mr. Holmes” you took a step aside, motioning for him to come in. He did, in slow calculated steps and once he was inside you closed the door, sighting. You expected him to say something, but he didn’t. Not at first. Instead he walked around just like Enola had done, eyes floating through the uncountable books you had, all in a complete mess over the tables, piles and more piles of them . “She was indeed here, your sister”

He turned his head to look at you, a genuine smile on his lips. “I was already certain of that” then he walked towards one of the tables, fingers running through one of works. The paper was a bit kneaded, but he didn’t seem to care. “The works you did with Enola, the amount of things she learned… they were quite impressive”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to contain your surprise to know you had impressed the most impressive man of all, Sherlock Holmes. You waited for him to speak again, but he didn’t, just kept on walking through the room and inspecting your things with his perceptive eyes. “I don’t know where she is, Mr. Holmes. She left many hours ago”

He placed his hands on the pockets of his trousers, turning completely to you the resemblance of his previous smile on his lips. “And I believe she didn’t tell you what were her plans?”

“No and if she had, I wouldn’t tell you” you said and went to sit on a chair, at the table he had been studying with his eyes previously.

“Mind if I take off my suit?” he asked simply. You just nodded for him to go on, not giving it much thought. He took off his brown suit in gracious movements, then placed it in one of the other empty chairs close by. “May I ask why you wouldn’t tell me my sister’s plans, Miss (Y/L/N), if you knew them?”

“Enola said your brother wants to send her to a finishing school” you replied, watching as one after the other, he folded the sleeves of his white shirt until they got close to his elbow. Unconsciously, you noticed how his muscles could be seen from under his shirt. “To try to turn such a brilliant, incredibly smart young girl into a 'lady society' would be a terrible mistake. She shouldn’t be forced to do it” at the end of that sentence, Sherlock Holmes had grabbed two books in his hands and after reading the tiles, he went to the shelves and started placing them there. “Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I am organizing your books, Miss (Y/L/N). In alphabetical order, of course. Like I’ve noticed you do after a quick inspection” he smiled at you again, placing those two in place. Then, he went to the table and grabbed a few more. “I personally agree with you. I don’t think Enola should be sent to such a place, but she is my brother’s ward. It is out of my hands” he read the titles, then turned around to return to the shelves. “I suppose you weren’t raised as a lady of society also, for you live by yourself apparently and your academic interests”

“You’re wrong” you said with a little smile taking a hold of your lips, and that made him stop organizing the books and look at you with a frown. She shouldn’t be wrong often. “I was raised to be a lady, until the point where my parents died. After that, I started to live on my own, for I had no more relatives. It gave me a chance to become who I wanted to be, instead of whom I was being carved into”

“You chose your own path” he said with a bigger smile this time and when you nodded in agreement, he returned his look at the shelves. “How did your parents die?”

“They were murdered” you tried to swallow the knot on your throat. Even though they had been controlling parents to the most when regarding your future, they were still your parents, and you loved and missed them. “The police never found out by whom”

“The police can be quite… inefficient” he turned back around with his hands already empty. “I’m really sorry”

“Thank you” you said, squeezing your lips in a thin line as old memories came to surface. Things you hadn’t you thought about in a long, long time. “If there isn’t anything else, may I escort you to the door?”

Your polite way of sending him away made him smile.

He placed the books he had just gathered back on the table, grabbed his suit and accompanied you towards the door, not bothering to dress the piece again. You opened the door and he stepped out, turning to look at you once more. His eyes were curious, interesting. Full of something you couldn’t quite identify, so mysterious as his sister’s.

“If you find Enola, don’t stop her from trying to find your mother” you told him, trying to repress the emotion in your voice. “Not knowing what happened… can be quite disturbing”

“I promise, stop her, is not my intention” he looked down at his feet once again, as if he was thinking for a brief moment, before his eyes went back to yours. “I could try to find out what happened to your parents. Who was their murderer”

“I don’t have much money, Mr. Holmes” you told him, your turn now to look down at your feet.

“I never said you would have to pay” he replied and with that your gaze snapped back up to meet his, and that made him chuckle. You couldn’t deny he looked quite beautiful when doing that. “You were there for my sister through much time and when she needed help, when I wasn’t. That is enough paying for me. Think about it, Miss (Y/L/N). After I find my sister and discover where is my mother, I am willing to take over your case. If you want me to” he nodded his head in your direction in a silent appreciation for your reception in your house and began to turn to walk away, but stopped himself in the middle of such movement. “May I know your first name?”

You smiled softly at that. “It’s (Y/N), Mr. Holmes”

“Please, call me Sherlock”

And after that, he walked away.

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Promises

Requested by anon: Omg hi again may I request a Sherlock Holmes x reader were they get married and have kids! Thank you <3

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female!Reader

Warnings: One smut-indication?, funny angst, fluffity fluff, no proof-reading

Words: 1,953

Summary: (See Request)

Note: I’m making this a continuation of Reminders if that’s ok with you-

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Tears were shed, laughs were scattered, cheers were shouted. Sherlock had made good on his promise and married the lovely beautiful artist. He couldn’t stray his eyes from hers the entire wedding. It was difficult to even form words with how breathtaking the angel in front of him looked. Did they really expect him to say vows with this gift from the heavens standing right before him?!

Although Sherlock found it hard, he managed to spit out the words that caught in his throat. You’d hardly be able to tell he was a nervous wreck; the loving words that should bind them in mere moments came from his lips like poetry.

As soon as they were wed, Sherlock was eager to have his wife to himself. The entire after-party, he sat beside her with his leg bouncing impatiently, and that night he’d made love to her more times than they’d ever done in a week. A new record. He made it known that his promise was good.

What was to come after, though, was surely to be expected.

“Rin, stop moving sweetie.” She begged calmly for what felt like the thousandth time. Her youngest daughter fidgeted in the chair. She looked like a baby-doll propped up in an adults’ chair with how small she was. Painting her children was not uncommon for Y/n. They loved to model for their mother but most of the time her children could just barely stay still.

Their oldest, Eddie, a nickname for Edward, was goofy and had a heart like his aunt’s, both Enola and Eddie more child-like than times would prefer. Second oldest, Will Claud, short for William Claud, was determined, like his father, but had a habit of over doing it. He was the strict and ...well, the nerd brother. Will Claud just wanted to impress his father and mother, but he seemed to listen to his uncle Mycroft too much.

Next born was Alice. She had her mother’s skill in art as well as her father’s skill in mystery. She and Will Claud were born not too long from each other, so it was no surprise that they were constantly wrestling for the spotlight. Alice didn’t try to outwit her brother as much as he did her, but she wasn’t new to winning.

Finally, the twins; Clayton and Catherine. Clayton was mischievous and didn’t hesitate to make it known, but Catherine, sitting in that chair across her mother as her soft skin is replicated by paint onto a canvas of color, was practically an angel.

While the other children would hurdle over each other to get to their father every time he stepped through the front doors, Cathy would wait beside her mother politely before walking to her father slowly. Her siblings would part, forming a walkway in the middle as if she were royalty.

So then the joke was made and the chair painting was currently underway. They had to find the right chair, and they did. It looked so elegant, so royally distinguished. It looked perfect. Fit for a queen.

And that was what the joke was. That Catherine was the “queen”. Not a very funny one without context, Cathy’s siblings later found out, but a good one to tease her with. However, queen Cathy didn’t mind it. In fact, she was quick to drop into character, the smoothest transition known to man-kind.

While, yes, Catherine’s character was rather humorous, it still held some concerns. Would she become the lordly queen her siblings tried to paint her as? Would she ever realize it was all a joke her siblings made up? Growing up was never something she forced on her children, but she didn’t want to have them growing too used to a title like that. Y/n joked to her husband one night in bed as they held the sleeping majesty, whom had crawled into their bed without reason.

“I’m highly aware she’s ‘the queen’ and all, but I really hope she doesn’t decide she’d like to adopt the complete role. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if my baby became my nightmare. The other four are already so much work.” She chuckled as she brushed some of Catherine’s hair behind her ear.

Sherlock looked at his sleeping daughter. She looked so at peace, just as she always did, and he nodded yet noted his disagreement. “I doubt she’d ever become such a hassle. She’s been so patient and kind, I can’t see her actually devolving a bad side. Clayton, sure, but his sister?” Their eyes flicked up to meet each others. A beat later and they were in hushed snickers.

“Mummy?”

“Yes?”

“When will daddy be returning home?” She had relaxed her facial muscles, if only she’d done so with her limbs- make it easier for her mother, and held a casual tone of voice. Another thing with Catherine; she was harder to read than most.

“I’m not sure, my dear. He should be back before supper...” Y/n lifted her head to peak over the easel and watch her three older kids as they played with Clayton. He was a tough kid, but always overestimated how tough he really was. Y/n felt concern fill her gut when he first begged to play with his older siblings, but she let him anyways, Sherlock being the one to thank for that decision.

“Good. I want to sit next to him tonight. And you. I want to sit next to both of you, mummy.” She gave her mother a small smile, which she returned, before adjusting to her original pose.

Y/n paused after she finished the details involving the chair and Cathy. “Catherine, you do realize that I sit next to your father at dinner, right? And Eddie sits on his other side...that is, if Willy loses their fight tonight...I wonder why they don’t just take turns...” She muttered the last few sentences to herself in heavy contemplation.

“Mhm! You can sit next to him too!” The little girl watched her mother process her question with wide eyes of anticipation. She realized Y/n still didn’t quite understand and was quick to explain. “I can sit on your lap, mummy! Like when I was this big!” Catherine held up her hands to show an overexaggerated space between her small hands that supposedly represented her only one or two years ago.

“Well... Daddy and I can talk about it when he gets home. Is that alright with you?”

“Mhm! But I don’t want to crush the new me, so don’t be afraid to tell me no, mummy, okay?!” Her innocence was adorable, but not more than the grin that sat upon her lips.

Clayton rushed in, causing Y/n to instinctively reach for her easel protectively. He chortled to himself before announcing what was on his mind. “It’s not a new you, Cathy, it’s a new me! I’ll bet you on it, I’m shore I have the funs!”

“Clayton Luther Holmes!” Y/n’s eyes doubled in size. “Who taught you about betting?”

Her son ignored her question and continued, “Besides, what if I want to sit on mother’s lap?!”

“We can’t both sit on mummy- what about the baby?”

“Uhh, it can move, no doy?! It can move just like Will Claud tells me to. It doesn’t need to be shell-fish!” Clayton muttered bitterly. “If Will Claud really wants to call someone his funny names, he should call the baby them.” His time with the older kids was undoubtfully the reasoning behind the failed attempts of words he didn’t fully understand.

“Do you mean ‘selfish?’“

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Don’t you agree, mummy? See, she agrees!” Clayton tried to argue with his twin, but his words had no effect on her. Catherine stared at him blankly, confused like her mother.

“Mummy didn’t say anything, Clayton. She said we can talk about it when daddy gets home, so you can wait here with me.” She scooted over a bit in the chair and pat beside her. Clayton shot her a look of distaste and ran back out into the yard.

“That was...odd.” Y/n blinked.

“He did remind me though, mummy... The baby can’t move... maybe I could sit with daddy instead?” Catherine sounded reassuring, her feathery voice calming her mother.

Which she really needed. She could hardly focus on her painting now. Her heart was begging for Sherlock to walk through the front doors already, spare her from another interruption that would throw her off-course for the fifth time that evening.

Like magic, her wish was granted and a knock sounded on the study door. Both Catherine and Y/n’s heads snapped toward Sherlock entering the room. “How’s her-majesty doing?” He smirked at Cathy as he set down his case. “I heard from two little competitive detectives that mummy is creating a masterpiece of her masterpiece! Are the rumors true?”

“That they are, detective. Seems you’ve found out the surprise before it could surprise you.” Catherine giggled as her father lifted her from the soft red chair and spun her around before planting a kiss on her forehead.

“So, my little queen, how are you?”

“Good.” She smiled brightly. “How are you? Did mummy ask you yet?”

Sherlock turned to face Y/n, who looked away as fast as she could- wide eyes and all. “Did mummy ask me what, Rin?”

“If I could sit with you or her during supper? I would sit on mummy’s lap, but I don’t want to hurt the baby, and even if I could, Clay wants to sit on her too. I don’t want to make it unfair!” Catherine frowned. “I told him he could wait with me until you were here to talk about it but he didn’t want to.”

“I’ll tell you what. Since mummy has the baby, you can sit with her and I’ll have Clayton sit with me.”

“Yeah! He moves around a lot and we want to be extra careful with mummy and mini-baby, right?” Sherlock nodded, Y/n still trying to figure out what her daughter was saying, and sent Cathy off to play with her siblings until Alice finished supper. It wasn’t intended for Y/n’s pregnancy, but it certainly helped. A system in which the kids could claim nights to help out with meals. Alice loved to make dinners while Edward loved to bake. The smell of a delicious homecooked meal was never lacking in the Holmes house.

“Hear that? Mini-baby gets to sit next to the queen tonight.”

“I’m jealous, quite frankly.” Sherlock’s grin never ceased to bring Y/n’s to her face. Though she was exhausted, her husband made her feel calm and peaceful. “So, our five little reminders never cease to remind you, do they?”

“No...and don’t forget the sixth, Mr. Holmes.”

“Believe me, I haven’t, Mrs. Holmes. I’m simply awaiting their arrival. Perhaps a few more before I needn’t anymore reminders?”

“Mayhaps...however- Let’s talk about it when I’m no longer expecting, please. I’m already resisting the urge to collapse.” Sherlock chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he watched his wife struggle to the doors before helping her. His arms scoop her up and carry her to their room. They passed the paintings that hung upon the walls, portraits of Sherlock, portraits of their children, a portrait by her mother in law of their wedding day. The wall was home to their present and past, providing room for their future as well.

They were in their room for only a few minutes before a loud chatter followed them. Both adults closed their eyes and prepared themselves for their little ones who would burst through their doors at any moment. His promise was good, and they had five, almost six, reminders to show for proof.

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The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

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Chapter 16 - Culverton Smith

Over the next three weeks, Bethany had stopped by Sherlock’s flat a few times, but it became increasingly clear that Sherlock was on the verge of losing it. Mrs Hudson was worried and even Wiggins was starting think Sherlock had gone too far. He was definitely using again, but Mrs Hudson had devised a plan to get him to John Watson. She just needed Mycroft to clear her name.

She passed the phone over to the police officers who were chasing her car through London all the way to John’s new therapist’s house. He told them to back off and return to work and when he called Bethany to assure her that John was fine, she laughed that he had that kind of power over people.

‘Well, it is my job.’ He said, signing something that Anthea had shoved in front of him, before settling down behind his desk to work.

‘I know, but I just love the fact that you can say things like “hey it’s Mycroft, back up or I’ll incarcerate you”.’ She laughed. He could hear a baby crying in the background and the sounds of her picking up Rosie and calming her down. ‘That’s a good girl Rosie, such a good girl.’ Somehow the sounds of anyone else using a juvenile voice with an infant would irritate him, when Bethany did it, he loved it. ‘Sorry, Mycroft, you were saying.’

‘If you have other priorities, I can call again later?’

‘It’s fine, she’s just hungry, need to get you fed, don’t we? Yes, that’s right, because when daddy gets home, he might to sleep. Yes, Rosie, that’s right, darling.’

Mycroft chuckled a little.

‘Are you laughing at my baby voice, Mycroft Holmes?’ She said with a smile on her face.

‘I wouldn’t dare.’

‘Quite right too,’ Bethany said, making her way into the kitchen. ‘You just wait until she’s all grown up, there’ll be two of us you’ll have to contend with.’

‘I’ll send the hitman now then, shall I?’

‘You just try it, I’ll send him back crying more tears than Rosie. Don’t think I won’t.’

Mycroft chuckled. ‘Four nil. I yield.’

The sound of Bethany’s raucous laugh was something he could never get enough of.

‘When will you be on placement?’ Mycroft asked, not knowing what her schedule was in the next few weeks.

‘First day is in about two weeks time,’ she said, managing to get Rosie to stop crying, all he could hear was the sounds of her being fed. ‘I’ve got a paper to finish between now at then though, shouldn’t take me too long, it’s just some molecular biology rubbish.’

‘I thought you enjoyed it?’

‘I do, when it’s challenging.’

Mycroft sighed. ‘Has anything you’ve done at university been challenging?’

‘Maths. I suck with numbers. Surprising really when you think my dad’s an engineer.’

‘We all have our weaknesses.’

‘Yeah? What’s yours?’

Mycroft went quiet. Both of them knew the answer to that question, but there was no way he was saying it. No chance at all.

‘Will you keep a night free for me?’ He asked, changing the subject.

‘Sure, I’m usually free Thursdays if John doesn’t need me to babysit, but Sundays are good too, café isn’t open and Mrs Hudson never needs anyone in on that day.’ Bethany knew he didn’t want to answer and never once pushed for it.

‘Thursdays and Sundays.’ Mycroft repeated to himself.

‘Sounds to me like you have a plan?’

‘Indeed.’ Mycroft was thinking about actually cooking for her and watching a film. He wanted to invite her over under the normal rules of a date and not get interrupted by Sherlock for once in his life. ‘I’ll let you know the details.’

‘Great. I look forward to it.’

Mycroft soon got on with his work for the day, feeling a little more settled in himself. He was constantly in a battle between not wanting to waste any more time and thinking that getting involved with Bethany was a bad idea.

The day rolled on and the last thing he expected was another phone call from Bethany. She was panicked.

‘Bethany?’ He smiled answering the phone, ignoring the look from Lady Smallwood as he wandered to the other side of her office.

‘Mycroft, I’m sorry,’ she was panting hard. ‘It’s Sherlock, he’s in hospital.’

‘Which hospital?’

‘Culverton Smith’s hospital. Have you seen what’s been going on? Sherlock accused him of being a serial killer publicly. He got high and then somehow he and John ended up in a fight and now he’s being treated at the hospital.’

‘If he’s being treated, why are you panicking?’

‘Because I think he might be right.’ She was obviously running somewhere. ‘And I’m not allowed to visit him. I think he’s using the hospital to kill people and I’m scared Sherlock is in deeper than he anticipated.’

Mycroft took a breath.

‘Greg!’ She called. ‘Jesus, is John alright? Yeah, I’m fine, it’s nothing. Rosie’s with Mrs Hudson, she’s fine.’

‘Bethany.’ Mycroft got her attention.

‘Yes?’

‘There’s no need to panic, if I send a car will you get into it?’

There was a faint pause. ‘And where will the car take me?’

‘The flat. If he’s been using again, we need to find out why and put a stop to it.’

Bethany sighed. ‘Fine.’

‘Thank you, I will see you there.’ Mycroft promised.

He hung up, glad that she was at least at the police station and Lestrade would keep her safe enough. It was just about the only thing he could place any kind of faith into. He sent a car to pick up John and another to pick up Bethany, leaving the meeting with Lady Smallwood who was treading on thin ice with her forward language. It made him uncomfortable.

Mycroft made it there first and looked around the mess that Sherlock was happy to call a flat, it was covered in newspaper cuttings and pictures of Culverton Smith. Sherlock had become obsessed with the man in such a short space of time, his kitchen was basically a drugs lab and Mycroft had no idea where to start for a moment. He sat down in Sherlock’s chair and sent someone to get Mrs Hudson.

‘Where is she? Where is Mrs Hudson?’ He demanded as his men began searching through Sherlock’s things.

‘She’ll be up in a moment.’ One of them said. John came through the door and looked around at what was happening.

‘Er, what are you doing?’ John asked, ducking underneath a string of clipped up papers.

‘Have you noticed the kitchen? It’s practically a meth lab.’ Mycroft asked, severely irritated. ‘I’m trying to establish what exactly drove Sherlock off the rails, any ideas?’

‘Are these spooks?’ John stared at the forensic team inside Sherlock kitchen, examining every surface and edge. ‘Are you using spooks now to look after your family?’

At that moment, the sound of Bethany running up the stairs could be heard. Mycroft turned to see something that made his blood boil. She had a black eye and bruising on her arm.

His mind went slow for a moment, freezing the moment and assessing her state. The black eye looked fresh, possibly only a few days old, the bruising on her arm was starting to fade, but nothing was going to hide the fact that it was a clear handprint. She’d been pulled somewhere against her will, possibly when she refused she was struck on her face, but she didn’t display any other signs of discomfort so they must have been her only injuries. But why was she injured in the first place?

‘Why didn’t you call?’ He demanded, earning himself a glare.

‘I called Greg because he’s a police officer.’ Bethany shot back. ‘What’s going on?’

‘Hang on, are they tidying?’ John brought his attention back to the situation at hand.

‘Sherlock is a security concern,’ Mycroft turned back to John. ‘The fact that I’m his brother changes nothing.’

‘Yeah, you said that before.’ John threw out, catching Bethany’s attention.

‘Why fixate on Culverton Smith? He’s had his obsessions before, of course, but this goes a bit further than setting a man trap for Father Christmas.’ Mycroft couldn’t help but notice John’s flickering gaze. His attention was elsewhere. Bethany just folded her arms and examined the cuttings around her. ‘Spending all night talking to a woman who wasn’t even there.’

‘Mycroft, last time when we were on the phone-‘ John started and Mycroft knew exactly where it was going.

‘No, no, no, stop. I detest conversation in the past tense.’

‘You said the fact that you’re his brother didn’t make a difference.’

‘It doesn’t.’

‘You said it didn’t the last time and it wouldn’t with Sherlock. So who was it the last time? Who were you talking about?’

Mycroft felt Bethany’s attention narrow in on the conversation, he wished he hadn’t sent a car for her.

‘Nobody.’ Mycroft said, rather unconvincingly. ‘I misspoke.’

‘You’re lying.’

‘I assure you I’m not.’

‘Beth?’ John turned to the one person that knew for certain that he was lying, but she remained silent, folding her arms. ‘What do you know about this?’

‘Nothing. I never asked.’

John turned back to Mycroft. ‘Sherlock’s not your only brother,’ John concluded. ‘There’s another one, isn’t there?’

‘No.’

‘Jesus.’ John laughed, not being able to believe it. ‘A secret brother. What is he locked up in a tower or something?’

John may not have caught it, but Bethany definitely did and Mycroft could sense her disappointment from where he was standing.

‘Mycroft Holmes.’ Mrs Hudson finally arrived saving him from any further questioning. ‘What are all these dreadful people doing in my house?’

‘Mrs Hudson, I apologise for the interruption. As you know my brother has embarked on a programme of self-destruction, remarkable even by his standards, I’m endeavouring to find out what triggered it.’ Mycroft explained concisely.

‘And that’s what you’re looking for?’ Mrs Hudson clarified.

‘Quite so.’

‘What’s on his mind?’

‘So to speak.’

‘And you’ve had all this time?’

‘Time being something we don’t have an infinite supply. So, if we could be about our business?’ Mycroft was suddenly confused as to why Mrs Hudson was suddenly laughing.

‘You’re so funny, you are!’ She said, giggling away.

‘Mrs Hudson?’ Mycroft frowned.

‘He thinks you’re clever, poor old Sherlock, always going on about you.’ She suddenly turned to John. ‘I mean, he knows you’re an idiot, but that’s okay because you’re a lovely doctor, but he has no idea what an idiot you are.’

‘Is this merely stream of consciousness abuse, or are you attempting to make a point?’

‘You want to know what’s bothering Sherlock? Easiest thing in the world, anyone can do it.’

‘I know his thought processes better than any other human being in the world, so please try to understand-‘

‘He’s not about thinking! Not Sherlock.’ Mrs Hudson cut him off and suddenly Bethany’s gaze was scanning around the room at a faster rate than before.

‘Of course he is.’

‘No, no, he’s more emotional, isn’t he?’ Mrs Hudson explained, but Mycroft was now more concerned with where Bethany’s attention was going. ‘Unsolved case, shoot the wall,’ she made shooting noises at the wall where several gun shot holes were visible. ‘Unmade breakfast, karate the fridge. Unanswered questions, well, what does he do with anything he can’t answer, John? Every time.’

‘He stabs it.’ John said, starting to catch up. But Bethany had already taken the step over to the mantle piece.

‘Anything he can’t find the answer for, bang! It’s up there. I keep telling him, if he was any good as a detective, I wouldn’t need a new mantle.’

Bethany had an envelope in her hand and pulled out a disc that had the words “miss me?” written on the top. Moriarty. Mycroft felt his heart drop. They all exchanged looks and John helped her set up the laptop to see what it said. They gathered around, Bethany pulling up a chair for Mrs Hudson and sitting on the arm of it.

Mary Watson entered the screen and Mycroft thought Bethany would throw up, John wasn’t much better.

‘If you’re watching this, I’m probably dead.’ She said.

‘Okay, no, stop that now, please.’ John said, backing away and Bethany just held her head in her hands. Mycroft was struggling to understand it, but if she was in distress then he wanted to help.

Mrs Hudson stood up defiantly. ‘Everybody out now. All of you!’ Nobody moved, they were waiting for Mycroft’s order. ‘This is my house, this is my friend and that’s his departed wife. Anyone who stays a minute longer is admitting to me personally that they do not have a single spark of human decency.’ It took a moment and glare from Bethany, but Mycroft nodded for everyone to leave. Mrs Hudson then turned to square up to Mycroft. ‘Get out of my house.’ She hissed. ‘You reptile.’

Mycroft decided it was best for him to leave. He heard the sounds of Bethany about to follow, but Mrs Hudson urging her to stay. She was already distressed, injured and upset. He wanted her to follow him out so he could find out how she got her bruises, but she stayed and watched Mary Watson’s last words.

It was a moment before Bethany came down the stairs and out of the house, she was crying and trying to breath calmly.

‘Bethany.’ Mycroft said just as he was about to get in his car and drive away. She was pacing around and he carefully approached her. ‘Bethany.’ He said again, she suddenly saw him and started crying hard, wrapping her arms around him.

‘I couldn’t,’ she sobbed. ‘I just couldn’t, I couldn’t watch it.’ Mycroft held her close, his hand stroking her soft hair, it seemed to settle her slightly, so maybe he was making the right call? ‘God, I miss her so much.’

‘I know.’ Mycroft was aware he was being watched, but he didn’t want to let go of her just yet, not if she needed him.

Suddenly she began pulling back and away from him. ‘Sorry, God, I’m sorry.’ She said, roughly wiping away the tears and flinching at being so rough with the bruising around her eye.

‘What happened to you?’ Mycroft asked.

‘Don’t worry about it.’ Bethany waved his concern away.

‘Bethany, please.’ Mycroft demanded, making her stop. ‘Just tell me who did this to you.’

Bethany sighed, her eyes seeing how desperate he was to know. ‘That house down the road from me…’

That was all she needed to say for Mycroft to turn and get into the car behind him. His rage was the only thing driving him forwards now. He glanced out the window and saw John rushing out, Mrs Hudson tossed the car keys to her Aston Martin to Bethany who just followed John towards the car. Wherever they were going, surely it was into trouble and as much as he disliked it, he hated the men who lived in the house on her road even more.

Mycroft sent his men to the house to clear it out and contacted Scotland Yard to send over a few detectives to deal with the arrests. He then returned to his office to find out what was going on with Sherlock and Bethany.

It was Lestrade that phoned him several hours later to tell him that John and Bethany managed to catch Smith in the middle of trying to kill Sherlock. He was now in custody and couldn’t stop confessing to all the people he’s killed. Mycroft sighed in relief and debated asking the question.

‘How is Miss Wheeler?’

‘Beth?’ Lestrade said a little too loudly for his liking. ‘She’s fine. She’s upset with everything that’s happened and I can’t imagine it’s helping her studies any, but she’d fine Mycroft. Why do you ask?’

Mycroft stood from his chair and took a calming breath. ‘The house down the road from her, the one that’s being cleared out-‘

‘Look, I should say that while we appreciate the heads up, it is still an ongoing investigation.’ Lestrade put his foot down and Mycroft suspected Bethany’s involvement in it. ‘All I can say is that Beth is no longer in danger from the young men occupying that house and neither is anyone else. I will update you when I get the chance, but you need to give me a chance to find something to update you on.’

‘Work faster.’ Was all Mycroft said before hanging up. He took another calming breath and put his phone away. It was late, he needed to go home and come back with a fresh head.

Are you alright? – MH

He text her the morning after, he’d just finished his morning work out and his only thought was Bethany.

Fine. I’m assuming you’re responsible for the house down the road being surrounding by police all night? – BW

This is how you win the war against men like those. You utilise your resources. – MH

And you’re a resource I have, are you? – BW

Of course. – MH

She didn’t text him back after that. In fact, Mycroft didn’t hear from her for several days. He got his updates from Lestrade and the four young men they arrested from the house would serve long sentences for more than just casual sexual assault, they were also facing drugs charges and that of robbery.

Mycroft was working with Lady Smallwood who he thankfully wouldn’t see for another week. He had the sudden and inexplicable urge to ask Bethany to stay with him for a few days, she would say no instantly and the fact that he was even considering asking was unreasonable.

The meeting with Lady Smallwood was coming to an end.

‘So, what about Miss Wheeler?’ She asked.

‘What about her?’ Mycroft asked, casually.

‘When’s the last time you saw her?’

Mycroft raised his eyebrow.

‘In person.’ Lady Smallwood clarified, thinking he was watching her at all times.

‘The night Culverton Smith confessed to being a serial killer,’ he said. ‘She was at my brother’s flat briefly.’

‘It’s not what I meant.’ Lady Smallwood was doing the annoying thing where she would hold his gaze and look up through her lashes, she was flirting and it was grinding on him. ‘The last time you and she caught up.’

‘The gala.’ Mycroft answered instantly. ‘Hardly a catch up, the PM was fascinated by her, I was just on standby.’

Lady Smallwood frowned slightly. ‘So, you really are just friends?’ She seemed surprised by that. Mycroft just rolled his eyes and stood up to put his coat on, Lady Smallwood followed suit.

‘So, you’re off now, I won’t see you for a week.’ Mycroft said, adjusting his coat.

‘Just spending it at home.’ Lady Smallwood checked herself in his mirror. ‘Unless she calls.’

‘The PM.’ Mycroft nodded.

‘Here.’ She handed him a small business card.

‘What’s this?’

‘My number.’

‘I already have your number.’ Mycroft frowned.

‘My private number.’

‘Why would I need that?’

‘I don’t know. Maybe you’d like a drink sometime?’

‘Of what?’

‘Up to you. Call me.’

Mycroft was just confused, she wasn’t making much sense, his thoughts were already with what he was going to do with his free evening. Lady Smallwood left his office and Mycroft looked down at the card, chuckling to himself at what was an unusual display. He tossed the card down on top of his notes and thought no more on it.

He was about to leave when he realised something. Lady Smallwood had just flirted her way into his phonebook. He turned back and thought about picking up the card again. Mycroft was torn for a moment, before putting the card in his pocket and leaving the office.

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anasweetlywrites · 3 years

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,,Is she dead?” BBC!Sherlock x Female!Reader

Note : Do not republish my stories without permission / credit

Warnings

I originally posted this series on Wattpad but since I noticed just one of my friends actually reads and gave feedback to it I decided to delete it from there and keep her updated until we stopped talking.However a friend from here is also curious about this series as well and I decided to post it here.

SMUT,Sexual thoughts ,mystery, nudity , crime ,fluff, death (nothing to descriptive) .

Also in this chapter finger f***ing in a bathroom of the Buckingham palace,Sherlock and John fighting with the assassins but none of them gets big injuries and nothing it’s to descriptive.

Check the masterlist for other chapters.

Mostly just characters from the first season appear

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Words : 1152 (without the warnings)

Chapter 6

We all sat one different luxurious sofas and I wrapped the cardigan better around me then I took off the wing and mask.

Mycroft was right. The man that stood in front of us not only that you could think he's an imbecile but also making shitty jokes about the current situation however we all managed to stay calm and tell him what happened.

Mycroft sighed relieved when his idea was finally accepted.

"Eh, pretty one. Such a shame you chose to spend your time with these guys. "

It was the last straw and I lifted my hand and my index finger but John took my arm and smiled "You're right, Sir. But we forced her" he pulled a fake laugh and the guy laughed too.

"Before you leave. We need access to a bathroom." Sherlock said with a blank expression

"Sure sure. Case almost closed, get what you need. Tell the guards I allow you all."

"Thank you, Sir" Mycroft said with a small smile then turned confused towards Sherlock.

Sherlock shrugged and John chuckled.

"Take something sweet from here I wanna try when we go back home" I said softly and stood up and Sherlock did the same.

"And why do you two go together? You can't last 5 minutes without each other?" Mycroft asked in a teasing tone.

The part "5 minutes" made me shiver and I quickly said "I don't want to get lost. And I missed Sherlock company in the last two weeks."

"Hmm."

Sherlock smirked like a school boy despite I couldn't really say I got his plan. After all, I just needed to wash my face before I put the mask on again. We followed the guard down the hallway. As soon as we reached the bathroom he mumbled "Service bathroom. Only staff allowed. And this time you two"

I nodded and I opened the door. It was a huge white bathroom. Most likely made for men. A few toilets and something similar to a wooden bench but larger. And some mirrors. As soon as Sherlock closed the door he lifted my dress and gave me a slap on my ass. I hissed and moaned and before I could react he lay me on my back on my bench. Just like in the car he moved down my underwear until it reached my knees.

"Oh what you could have done with the sofa" he said looking at my wet underwear and spread my lower lips and now pushed two of his fingers inside me hardly scissoring my hole and brushing against my point.

"We'll get caught" I moaned and he pressed his lips against mine , his mouth catching my moans.

"We won't" he whispered in the kiss "I'm keeping my promise"

He pushed his third finger inside me again and I moaned louder in his mouth. My fingers are grabbing his coat. He kept moving them harder and harder, curling, scissoring and thrusting against the point until I rolled my eyes and pulled away from the kiss and screamed in pleasure in his shirt.

"Cum. Cum now" He whispered in his deep voice but I was already coming against his fingers, messing the bench and his hand.

"Beautiful" he whispered again and kissed me softly, still thrusting a few times while I was panting, then pulled away his fingers and cleaned them once again with his tongue.

"I wouldn't want to waste a drop" he said looking at the bench then at me "But I know you'll give me more" he started cleaning me gently then the bench with the toilet paper he found nearby. I pulled back my underwear and reached to wash my face slowly trying to find a bit of balance while walking. As soon as he finished cleaning the bench he held my waist from behind and watched me put my mask and wing on hiding my pleased and embarrassed face.

"I need to take care of you...but I have to catch the assassin first" he said as we went out of the bathroom."I didn't forget about dates and everything else "

I smiled and nodded. When we left the bathroom, the guards didn't suspect a thing and I asked Sherlock quietly "How long have we stayed there?"

"5 minutes"

My eyes widened and he chuckled . "I was joking. 15 minutes"

John was already in the car with Mycroft. He let his window down to be sure we reached our car. We waved then Sherlock opened the door and we both got in the car.

I took off the wing and the mask, repeating the process. Sherlock pulled me closer holding my side "You behaved very good in front of that man. I know I don't have to worry that they'll accuse you."

I chuckled and reminded him "Yes but John helped too"

"And so the promise" he whispered against my neck, making me shiver. He moved his hand inside my underwear and pinched my clit making me moan and hit him gently "Not here"

"Why not? You didn't complain last time" he said smirking

"I'll make a mess here and we can't clean it"

He nodded, biting his lip and pulling his hand away, resting it on my tight then later he moved it on his tight, letting me rest my head on his arm.

Soon we arrived at 221 B. Sherlock walked towards the door first and looked a bit too long at it.

"Wait. John, prepare your gun. You too Mycroft. "

"Mycroft is at another place." Important business " he said. " John explained and looked at him.

"Then it's two against one." Sherlock mumbled and opened the door. Then he looked for one of the old apartments in the building , opened the door and took off his scarf and wrapped it around my neck.

"Stay here" He said looking in my eyes ,worried that something bad could happen.

I nodded and he and John went upstairs and I could hear from where I was a few furniture being thrown away and two gun shots so I covered myself better with his scarf. Pushing the wing and the mask away.

Soon both men came back at me. John was obviously exhausted and pissed he missed the guy. Sherlock with a bloody cheekbone and pissed yet proud he hit him hard enough to know in which hospital he will go and called his brother right away.

I hugged John while Sherlock was on the phone and helped him calm down

"It's ok! You did your best!" John smiled and hugged me back then told us he'll go check something with a blush.

"Oh your special miss , I suppose" I teased him a bit.

"Y-Yeah" he kept smiling until he left waving.

I turned back my attention towards Sherlock. He finished his conversation with his brother and now I was the one who had to take care of him...

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possiblyimbiassed · 4 years

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“E” as in Eurus, Enola and Estate

In June this year the Conan Doyle Estate Ltd filed a lawsuit against an impending Holmes adaptation movie on Netflix (article from RadioTimes here: X).

Sherlock, Mycroft and Enola, starring Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin and Millie Bobby Brown.

This post about it by @tendergingergirl (X) seems to have gone largely unnoticed, but I think it deserves far more attention. In fact, it got me thinking “What’s all this actually about?” and looking a few things up.

My curiosity about the doings of this Estate began in December last year, before the release of BBC Dracula in January, when an interesting discussion initiated after an excellent meta by @yeah-oh-shit (X), who had made some investigations into previous copyright and public domain issues and lawsuits, which I had never known about before.

And now it turns out that the Conan Doyle Estate Ltd (from here on I’ll call them ‘ACD Estate’) is suing the film makers, along with Nancy Springer, author of a book series based on characters from the Holmes universe called The Enola Holmes Mysteries (2006-2010), for copyright infringement.

But I thought most of ACD’s Sherlock Holmes stories are now in public domain, including the Illustrious Client, the Sussex Vampire and the Three Garridebs, whose copyright under US law expired last year (2019)? Well, yes, but that’s still not all of them, and according to ACD Estate “for those of the stories whose copyright terms have ended, this action is brought within the three-year limitations period for infringement.”

More under the cut.

So, the ACD Estate’s copyright, they claim, still includes the following ten stories collected in The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes:

The Creeping Man (1923)

The Illustrious Client (1924)

The Three Garridebs (1924)

The Sussex Vampire (1924)

The Retired Colourman (1926)

The Lion’s Mane (1926)

The Three Gables (1926)

The Blanched Soldier (1926)

Shoscombe Old Place (1927)

The Veiled Lodger (1927)

The whole lawsuit can be downloaded as a PDF file from this news article (X), and it’s quite an interesting read.

Claims about Sherlock Holmes’ emotions

So, since this is not the first lawsuit from the ACD Estate about adaptations, what’s their beef with the film makers this time? As far as I can see from their claims, this is about Sherlock Holmes’ emotions.

This is how the ACD Estate reads Holmes’ character development in the lawsuit: “Conan Doyle made the surprising artistic decision to have his most famous character—known around the world as a brain without a heart—develop into a character with a heart. Holmes became warmer. He became capable of friendship. He could express emotion. He began to respect women. His relationship to Watson changed from that of a master and assistant to one of genuine friendship. Watson became more than just a tool for Holmes to use. He became a partner.”

They even quote the famous passage in The Three Garridebs (3GAR, 1924) where Watson says: “It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask.”

But all this progress, they claim, specifically happened within these ten still (allegedly) copyrighted stories, which Conan Doyle wrote after World War One, where he had the traumatic experience of losing both his son and his brother.

They claim that Holmes’ emotional development is still under their copyright (which I believe in practise means their power to decide whether to allow a film adaptation or not) and apart from the emotions issue, they also provide the following other examples of developments that are (supposedly) unique to these ten still copyrighted stories:

Holmes employs a knowledge of medicine in Watson’s absence

Holmes and Watson use modern technologies in detective work for the first time

Watson marries a second time during his association with Holmes (BLAN)

Holmes changes into someone who has great interest in dogs

Sherlock’s “secret sister”

The Enola Holmes Mysteries got me interested, and now I’ve read the two first of six instalments in total. The series is about Sherlock’s and Mycroft’s younger sister Enola, a clever teenager whom the brothers – in particular Mycroft - want to send away to a boarding school after their mother has disappeared and abandoned her. But Enola hates the idea of being confined to a place where she will be forced to wear a corset and restricted to a certain (‘female’) behaviour at all times. She escapes to London, where she starts a secret private detective career specialising in investigations of missing persons. Enola must keep ahead of her brothers who are determined to capture and force her to conform to Victorian society’s expectations for young women. She skilfully uses different disguises, just like Sherlock, and she meets John Watson pretending to be someone else. With her cleverness she manages to outwit even Sherlock. She is good at drawing and uses her sketches in her work. She manages to communicate with her mother (and eventually also with Sherlock) by using ciphers.

All of this does seem to have certain similarities with how Eurus Holmes is described in S4, doesn’t it?

Eurus is, like Enola, the secret Holmes sister whom we never have heard of before.

In TFP Mycroft claims Eurus’ intellect was superior to both Sherlock’s and his own; she was “incandescent”.

We see little Eurus draw sketches of her family members (not very pleasant sketches when it comes to Sherlock, though).

Mycroft made sure Eurus was sent away to an isolated prison/institution (Sherrinford) at an early age.

Their parents seemed absent and not particularly interested in the whereabouts of their own daughter (they didn’t even know she was alive); they let Mycroft and ‘Uncle Rudy’ take care of things, so one could easily suspect she was abandoned.

Eurus seems to have escaped to London at her own leisure, while Mycroft thought she was incarcerated.

Eurus appears in London under three different disguises: “E” (flirting and texting with John),

“Faith” (walking the streets of London with Sherlock)

and John’s new therapist.

Eurus makes riddles with codes for Sherlock to decipher (“The cipher was the song”).

So, one might wonder if the Eurus plot is – at least to some degree – inspired by Enola Holmes? On the other hand, while Eurus appears cold and calculating, Enola is compassionate and sensitive and makes mistakes because of emotional bias. Enola seems more similar to Eurus’ disguised personas than to the supposedly ‘real’ Eurus - the one who burned the family estate down and killed Victor Trevor.

I still believe that Eurus only exists inside Sherlock’s head in BBC Sherlock, being a part of himself, but that’s for another discussion.

As for the Holmes siblings, it’s also interesting that on the ACD Estate’s website, where they have a collection of ’facts’ about ACD’s characters, they seem to have included BBC Sherlock’s Eurus as a valid sibling of Sherlock and Mycroft (scroll down to “Holmes facts” on this page: X), even though this character is nowhere to be found in canon. Please correct me if I’m wrong about this, but the only reference I can find to ”the East Wind” in ACD’s stories is in His Last Bow (LAST, 1917), where Holmes says that ”There’s an east wind coming, Watson”, and goes on to talk about a cold, bitter wind that is threatening England; most probably a reference to WWI, which was raging at the time of publication. No one with the name Eurus is ever mentioned, though. If Eurus had already been part of canon, why would Mofftiss have claimed her to be the big ”rug-pull” in TFP?

I haven’t read the final part in the Enola Holmes series (X) yet, where allegedly Enola reconciles with her brothers (Sherlock in particular) and they end up respecting her independence and skills. But according to several reviews Sherlock softens up a bit in the end. In the parts I have read, the two adult brothers appear rather conservative, patronising and sexist towards their younger sister – indeed more condescending than I think Holmes view of women actually is described in ACD’s original stories (allegedly – we never see him treat women badly in practice, do we?). At any rate, I haven’t this far been able to find a single specific plot element from the ten (supposedly) still copyrighted stories in Springer’s work.

In their lawsuit, the ACD Estate claims that “The Springer novels make extensive infringing use of Conan Doyle’s transformation of Holmes from cold and critical to warm, respectful, and kind in his relationships. Springer places Enola Holmes at the center of the novels and has Holmes initially treat her coolly, then change to respond to her with warmth and kindness.”

So what they’re doing here is the same thing they’ve done before (and lost): they’re claiming they still own some intrinsic characteristics of Sherlock Holmes, even though most of the stories are already in public domain.

Other lawsuits

A similar lawsuit towards Miramax (X) was made in 2015 for the film Mr Holmes, which had Ian McKellen as protagonist. But it ended in settlement before the defendants had responded to the accusations, which were similar to those regarding Enola Holmes about Holmes’ emotional life, but also had to do with the details of Holmes’ life as a retired man.

So, this is not the first time the copyright owners are interfering with content in Holmes adaptations. To complicate things further there seems to be two different estates claiming copyright for Doyle’s work. In 2010 there was some reporting that another estate had threatened Guy Richie’s Sherlock Holmes movies with disapproval after Robert Downey Junior had discussed Holmes possibly being gay on a TV show (X). According to Digital Spy, Andrea Plunket, who then represented the ‘Arthur Conan Doyle Literary Estate’, said: "I hope this is just an example of Mr Downey's black sense of humour. It would be drastic, but I would withdraw permission for more films to be made if they feel that is a theme they wish to bring out in the future. I am not hostile to homosexuals, but I am to anyone who is not true to the spirit of the books."

It’s very unclear which legal rights Andrea Plunket’s family (Andrea apparently died in 2016) actually has to represent ACD’s work, though. Andrea had been married to one of the copyright owners, and her family’s money had paid for the purchase of those rights, but after her divorce Andrea seems to have lost her part in the copyright, according to @mallamun on tumblr: (X). There’s also a lot of interesting things to read about these copyright issues in an article by Mattias Bodström from 2015: (X). However, there’s still a website from ‘Arthur Conan Doyle Literary Estate’ claiming ownership of the stories: X, and they have published a detailed account of their version of the matter (X).

The current case

I have no idea what the court will think about these new accusations against Netflix et al, but to me, if this isn’t farfetched, I don’t know what is. I think a good case could be made for most of these ‘unique’ elements listed above being expressed already before the Case Book. For example, in His Last Bow (LAST, 1917) they use a car, in The Dying Detective (DYIN, 1913) Holmes manages to fool Dr Watson that he’s very sick. When Watson declares his intent to marry for the first time already in The Sign of Four (SIGN, 1890), Holmes resorts to drugs. The dogs are all over the place since day one, and Holmes seems to appreciate them very much, not least Toby in SIGN.

And don’t get me started on the contradictions in Watson’s various discussions of whether Holmes has a heart. Holmes’ actions of helping people often contradicts the image of a cold, emotionless person. The Yellow Face (YELL, 1893) ends with Holmes being deeply repentant for being over-confident in his suspicion of a woman for adultery or maybe worse offences, when she was actually only trying to protect her little daughter from society’s racism.

In the Devil’s Foot (DEVI, 1910) there’s the following conversation (my bolding): “Upon my word, Watson!” said Holmes at last with an unsteady voice, “I owe you both my thanks and an apology. It was an unjustifiable experiment even for one’s self, and doubly so for a friend. I am really very sorry.” “You know,” I answered with some emotion, for I had never seen so much of Holmes’s heart before, “that it is my greatest joy and privilege to help you.”

Why on earth would it be a “surprising artistic decision” from ACD to develop Holmes into a little more caring and openly compassionate person as he grew older? Isn’t that the very classical character development of any literary hero’s journey and also a logical personal development for many people in the real world? It’s called ‘learning’ and ‘maturing’, as far as I know. To claim this is infringement of some unique idea is frankly ridiculous.

In short: They make a very literal, textual interpretation of the Holmes character, cherry-picking the parts that suit their interests, they claim there’s a clear story arc with very separate characteristics before and after WWI, and that they own the end of it. Thus, no adaptation with a progressive story arc regarding Holmes’ character would be permitted without their consent. Since apparently BBC Sherlock have ACD’s Estate’s license for their own franchise, this just makes me wonder how much trouble Mofftiss et al had with including things like Sherlock’s and John’s hug in TLD, or his emotional breakdown with the coffin after Eurus’ experiments on him in TFP.

Possible satirical meaning and small hints

Allow me to speculate a bit about the possible implications of BBC Sherlock in relation to the Estate. In a recent excellent meta by @raggedyblue, the ACD Estate as ‘Doyle’s bank’ is discussed, regarding the significance of the banker Sebastian Wilkes in The Blind Banker (X). Many interesting ideas are presented in this meta, I really recommend a read. This topic also initiated an interesting discussion about Doyle himself mirroring John in this post by @devoursjohnlock (X).

In an addition to that meta @shylockgnomes brings up John’s blog post about Tilly Briggs as another possible reference to the Estate (X). I totally agree with this; some time around the release of BBC Dracula this year, and our discussions about legal issues connected to both shows, I stumbled upon this particular ‘aborted’ blog post and��came to realise its possible significance. It gave me the idea to change the title of my own blog to “Tilly Briggs Ship with Johnlock on it”, since I suspect that the blog post might be a clue about legal obstacles to a certain relationship. And that title is staying, at least until we know the true story (if ever).

Canon contains some info about Matilda Briggs is in The Sussex Vampire, one of the late ACD stories that should be in public domain by now, since the copyright supposedly expired in December 2019. But, as shown above, the Estate now claims there’s a three-year lapse when they can still sue for infringement. Here’s the quote from SUSS (my bolding): “Matilda Briggs was not the name of a young woman, Watson,” said Holmes in a reminiscent voice. “It was a ship which is associated with the giant rat of Sumatra, a story for which the world is not yet prepared.” Sumatra, by the way, was Sherlock’s preferred destination in the TST tale of the merchant who met Death in Samarra. In Sherlock’s version, according to Mycroft, the merchant survived and became a pirate... ;-)

John’s aborted blog post (X) is titled “Tilly Briggs Cruise of Terror”, which just might be yet another little jibe at the Estate. John says that “I had to take this post down for a while as the ship's owners are launching an appeal”. According to Jacob Sowersby (a Sherlock fan on the blog) and Mike Stamford, this was “mind-blowing stuff”:

So I can’t help thinking this sounds like a hint to us about the Estate and a certain ‘ship’ which is still partly in their (legal) power and control. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if the whole show - on the meta level - is partly meant as a satirical commentary on how Holmes’ and Watson’s characters, and therefore also their relationship, have been treated the last 100+ years by their ‘owners’. A treatment where I believe the hetero norm has always ruled, and where Andrea Plunket’s quote above indicates that homophobia regarding Holmes and Watson is still tied to legal obstacles.

Charles Augustus Magnussen also talks about ownership at the beginning of HLV (thanks for the quotes, Ariane DeVere): “Of course it isn’t blackmail. This is... ownership”. And later in the episode: “It’s all about knowledge. Everything is. Knowing is owning”. In fact, quite a bit of emphasis in HLV is put on Magnussen’s ‘ownership’ of characters people: “I’m a businessman, acquiring assets. You happen to be one of them!” Apparently - as this new lawsuit shows - it’s even possible to make money out of Holmes’ emotions.

@catwillowtree also pointed out, in another additional thread to @raggedyblue’s meta, that Eurus’ burning down Musgrave Hall – the family estate - in TFP also seems like a reference to the ACD Estate. I would add to this, saying that the bomb that didn’t go off in TEH and the “patience grenade” that did go off in TFP might have to do with the same issue. What would happen if the ‘bomb’ of Johnlock would go off before the relevant stories are legally in public domain? Most probably another lawsuit from the Estate, which might become very expensive.

Come to think of it, in TGG Greg Lestrade mentions an estate agent, when Sherlock receives a text message and a phone call on the pink phone from Moriarty: “What the hell are we supposed to make of that? An estate agent’s photo and the bloody Greenwich pips!” Well, if the Estate agent is somehow connected to the five pips, that fandom theory of the pips representing five series in the show comes to mind... For every pip in TGG there’s a victim covered in explosives; a huge bomb threatening to go off. (The third bomb did go off in TGG, but in S3 Sherlock found the ‘off-switch’ in time). If the fifth bomb is to explode in S5, I bet it won’t be until the relevant stories are safely in public domain. 2023?

More wild speculation while I’m at it: Maybe Sherlock and Ajay’s smashing of Thatcher busts in TST also ties in metaphorically to the same topic? The Thatcher era was not easy for LGBTQ people. There are several owners in TST whose Thatcher busts need to be smashed in order for Ajay’s lost memory stick to be recovered. AGRA is referred to as Ajay’s and Mary’s “family”. The memory stick contains personal information, ‘who you really are’. Could be read as if the info of who Sherlock Holmes really is can only be released once certain obstacles are overcome...

In another interesting meta from last year by @yeah-oh-shit (X), they mention the secret underground station at Sumatra road in TEH, where Howard Shilcott tells Sherlock and John that “They built the platforms, even the staircases, but it all got tied up in legal disputes, so they never built the station on the surface.” So maybe S5 is basically already written? It would make sense to me if the long hiatus we’re facing right now has a far more logical reason than the excuses Mofftiss have presented in interviews - the risk of legal disputes with the copyright owners.

Tagging some more people who might be interested: @gosherlocked @ebaeschnbliah @sarahthecoat @sagestreet @thepersianslipper

ETA: I have corrected some details about the copyright owners in this post; thanks @devoursjohnlock for pointing them out!

#The Conan Doyle Estate

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Word count: 53,393 Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Rosamund Mary "Rosie" Watson, Greg Lestrade, James Sholto (Sherlock), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes' Father, Sherlock Holmes' Mother Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Episode: s04e03 The Final Problem, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, POV John Watson, Mutual Pining, X-Files Inspired Case Fic, Case Fic, Christmas, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Minor Character Death, minor character illness, Idiots in Love, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Divorce, Estrangement, Family Issues, Medical Conditions, Johnlock - Freeform, mentions of dementia, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Summary:

Sherlock’s father falls ill, leaving the surviving family members broken and rudderless. James Sholto shows up in London unexpectedly, his intentions unclear. John has to navigate the consequences of crime, illness and death and their impact on his frayed relationship with Sherlock.

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Rec: I gobbled this fic up in a single afternoon, hooked from the get-go by the solid writing, perfect pacing, and juicy hints at sordid secrets. Reader, I was not disappointed. This is a beautifully written story that combines an original case with family drama, ghosts of the past, and emotional confrontations coming to a head over end-of-life medical drama. Although the prologue is from James Sholto’s POV, the rest is from John’s, and centers on him and Sherlock as they investigate a case involving Sholto - and by association, John. Complicating matters are the approach of Christmas, an unhappy reunion that dredges up issues in both the Holmes and Watson families, and the state of suspended limbo that characterizes John and Sherlock’s relationship in the wake of all that happened in series 4. All of these plots are tightly interwoven and coalesce into a highly rewarding and satisfactory tapestry of emotion, excitement, tension, and fulfillment.

The author says this was inspired by an X-Files episode, but there is nothing supernatural or spooky. Other than that, see warnings in the tags.

#saintscully #series 4 #50k #first time #travel #angst #casefic #best

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Chapter 5 – Hey, Soul Sister: Who is Eurus?

Do you get it? She’s his sister? But metaphorically, she’s a part of his soul? I was very impressed with myself for this title. Anyway…

This chapter of the meta is going to deal with the various times we meet Eurus before TFP and what this might mean, which will help us to understand who she is once we have stripped off the disguises.

Before series 4, we had real!characters and MP!characters set up as distinct entities, particularly in TSoT, which distinguishes between MP!Mycroft (the deducing brain) and real!Mycroft, as well as MP!Irene representing desire and real!Irene, who doesn’t come near the episode. The MP section in TSoT, for a lot of people in the fandom, broke down Sherlock’s psyche into MP!John vs. MP!Mycroft – and John is clearly winning.

However, I want to suggest that Sherlock’s psyche isn’t nearly so straightforward as a tug of war between the brain and the heart. Whilst MP!Mycroft undoubtedly represents the oppressively reasonable part of Sherlock’s psyche, that’s not the only thing repressing him – it can’t be. If it were simply a rejection of ‘sentiment’, this wouldn’t be the powerful queer love story we know it to be – there is a lot more internalised homophobia being dealt with than just love being illogical. That’s where Eurus comes in.

Eurus and Mycroft are parallel oppressive forces in Sherlock’s brain, but they’re oppressive in different ways. Having family members and childhood trauma be the psyche’s symbols for repression is particularly poignant in a queer love story, for obvious reasons. However, I want to take you through my reasoning behind Eurus being the most secret and troubled part of Sherlock’s soul.

The first clue is that her prison is called Sherrinford. We all assumed that the third Holmes sibling was going to be Sherrinford back before s4, and it seemed that way in the beginning, with Mycroft mentioning speaking to Sherrinford several times, construing it as a person rather than a place. This is no coincidence – for those who aren’t familiar with the history of the stories, Conan Doyle’s original name for his protagonist was Sherrinford Holmes, which he later changed to Sherlock. That Eurus is trapped inside Sherrinford is a clear suggestion that Eurus is something that’s trapped inside Sherlock – a dangerous MP entity. More important than that, Sherrinford is the version of Holmes that never made it into the books. Plenty of people have worked on queering the Holmes canon and working out what ACD might have been implying and leaving out and arguably none more so in an adaptation that Mofftiss. Let’s think about the implications of this. A kind of second self, not shown to the public, buried inside your mind and forgotten since childhood, which is bursting out into a moment of acute psychological distress. Gee, I don’t know what that could be about. The Sherlock that Sherlock thinks he is has thus far been dominated by MP!Mycroft, but this series is about uniting canon!Holmes with the non-canon, queer Sherrinford who has always existed, judging by the name, and who is currently dominated by the destructive MP!Eurus. The other important point to note here is that Sherrinford is an island in the middle of the sea – that’s not a coincidence, given how much water imagery abounds in this series. I spoke briefly in Chapter 2 X about how water represents Sherlock sinking deeper and deeper into his own subconsciousness – this is the deepest he can go. In Greek mythology, Eurus was the name of the wind most associated with causing storms at sea X – this isn’t a coincidence either. She’s very deliberately tied in with water.

(In real life terms, of course, all this means that a real!Eurus probably does or did exist in some form, although I can’t begin to hazard a guess about this. However, I’m trying to refer to her as MP!Eurus when she’s in her normal form in the MP, in case we get a series 5 with Sian Brooke as real!Eurus, and also to distinguish her from therapist!Eurus etc.)

This is my reasoning as to why MP!Eurus represents Sherlock’s innermost trauma. She is not merely the fact that he loves John – he deduced this in TSoT without her appearance. She is the trauma that he needs to come to terms with. A running theme through our analysis of Eurus will be that her gender is particularly important; her representation of Sherlock’s repression cannot be but as a woman, because for most of s4 he is only able to process his identity through the most heterosexual of lenses. We see this hinted at quite early on in TST, when Sherlock takes on a case called ‘The Duplicate Man’, warning John that it is never twins. The word ‘duplicate’ here, removing twins, leaves us with the only real possibility that it is in fact the same person. Eurus’s gender makes that more difficult to see; she needs to be female, but it’s much more difficult to elide the two characters without employing a Cumberbatch doppelganger. However, this hint that Eurus is not only male but an actual ‘duplicate’ of her brother should give us pause for thought. With this in mind, I want to use the rest of this chapter to analyse her three forms before TFP.

1.) Faith!Eurus

I’m certainly not the first to point out that Faith!Eurus is a mirror for John, nor will I be the last – people jumped on it pretty much as soon as TLD aired. There are a few good reasons for this. Firstly, she walks with a cane, a throwback to ASiP – in case we’d forgotten, however, Sherlock has a flashback to John walking with a cane to make the link explicit. We are supposed to link these two characters, the authors are saying pretty clearly. Faith!Eurus is also suicidal, which John was at the start of ASiP, as made clear by the fact he carried a gun – and Faith!Eurus does the same. Sherlock also takes her out for food (for more on the food/sex metaphor, see here X) which he doesn’t with anyone bar John, and we certainly never see him talk so easily with someone who isn’t John. An eagle-eyed tumblr post that I can’t find now also broke my heart in pointing out that Faith!Eurus’s unseen self-harm matches long-sleeved John Watson a little too well.

This isn’t just the show trying to remind us of what John was like in ASiP, however. MP!Eurus is the trauma prodding Sherlock’s sexuality – it’s going to be hell to get through it, but he absolutely needs to do it. This is Sherlock’s trauma, not reminding him that John was suicidal, but forcing him to acknowledge it in the first place, something which Sherlock has buried. We know this because of the way the image of John forces its way into Sherlock’s mind – it’s much like the way Moriarty breaks into TAB. His brain is making a connection that he’s not quite capable of making and it’s knocking him. His deduction that Faith!Eurus is suicidal is accompanied by that image of John, and he then re-enacts the food ritual he completed with John the evening John left his cane behind, before throwing Faith!Eurus’s gun into the Thames – proving that it was Sherlock himself who stopped John from taking his own life.

This is trauma, however, and Sherlock can’t process it in full – hence why the image of John that breaks in is shaky, and Sherlock tries to push it out of his head. It’s also why Faith!Eurus, who in Sherlock’s subconscious could take any form, specifically takes the form of a woman. His gay trauma means that he first has to process John’s suicidal ideation in a heterosexual dynamic, before fully grasping and applying it to his relationship with John. (Chapter 9 X explains how that plays out over the rest of TLD in full detail.)

2.) E!Eurus

Taking a jump back to surface level plot here, the first thing that grabbed me about E!Eurus was just how minor John’s flirtation with her was. In the terms of a television show which really rides on very high drama (multiple faked deaths and insane cliffhangers for a start), the emotional peak of John’s emotional arc with Mary being that he texted another woman – not went out for lunch, not kissed, not slept with – is bizarre, particularly when we know next to nothing about E!Eurus at this point. It’s incredibly anti-climactic as a means of John falling short of Mary’s view of him. Maybe we can accept it as in line with John Moral-Principles Watson, but it’s difficult to accept as in keeping with the nature of a show whose intent is nearly always to shock.

With this in mind, let’s delve back into the MP to see how that might give this moment greater emotional significance. Chapter 10 X is on the hug scene, and that will deal with John’s revelation of his infidelity in greater detail. For the moment, the most important thing to remember is that John Watson is not real!John – he is heart!John. In other words, we are seeing a similarly heterosexualised re-enactment of Sherlock’s relationship with John.

I will talk a lot in Chapter 10 X about how MP!Mary is linked to Sherlock’s compulsory heterosexuality; at the end of TST, Sherlock substitutes Mary’s body for his because he cannot conceive of John’s queer grief without breaking himself. This is interesting because the E of Eurus actually stands for Elizabeth in this scene (certainly in the credits, and possibly elsewhere, although I can’t remember Sian Brooke actually saying it). Elizabeth is Elizabeth is Mary’s middle name in BBC Sherlock, which looks like another of those shared name links our creators love so well. If so, this begins to justify how Sherlock’s heart is conceiving of its emotions. We will see in TLD that heart!John’s relationship with fem!John in the form of Eurus is aligned with Sherlock’s sexual desire in the form of MP!Irene. Both are hidden and exist only in texts – i.e., they cannot be spoken yet. But they will be.

3.) Therapist!Eurus

This one is perhaps the most straightforward on a symbolism level, but also possibly the most significant moment in the series. Therapist!Eurus, plain and simple, is Sherlock’s trauma prodding at John, interrogating him like a therapist would, trying to work him out – and largely failing, right? She can get basically nothing about how he feels about Sherlock out of him. But this is part of MP!Eurus’s ongoing project to get Sherlock to wake up – the Gay Trauma is interrogating John, trying to suss him, and failing.

Except, in the final scene of TLD, without the help of Therapist!Eurus, Sherlock has finally sussed John – it has taken until Culverton’s confession to recognise that John is suicidal without Sherlock (Chapter 9 X). The sigh of relief that is the hug scene (Chapter 10 X) is a kind of acknowledgement of that relief that he’s finally worked out what he’s been trying to cover up with drugs – so much so, that he misses the obvious, which is that John is suicidal again. When John leaves his cane with Sherlock in the hospital, it is a reminder of the first time he is suicidal, and Sherlock doesn’t make the immediate leap in his comatose haze that this is what his psyche has been trying to tell him. Hence you have this moment of immense relief and fade out at the end of the hug scene which suggests the end of the episode, and could feasibly end Sherlock’s life, except we’re started awake with a much more abrupt and troubling ending scene – Therapist!Eurus shooting John. Because, of course, if Sherlock is gone again, John must be suicidal again, and it has taken a few scenes of cognitive dissonance for this to clock. Indeed, it’s not Sherlock himself who clocks – Gay Trauma in the form of Eurus!Therapist returns and shoots John for us. This shooting isn’t, of course, permanent (in one of the worst cliffhanger resolutions in TV history), but that’s because it’s not real – it hasn’t happened yet. It is Sherlock, through MP!Eurus, finally recognising the problem – John.

This is particularly poignant in light of the opening and closing shots of TLD. Although there’s the fucky not-blood red that fills the screen at the end of TLD, apart from that the shots of Norbury shooting Mary and Therapist!Eurus shooting John are one and the same shot. It’s also a stylish shot (what I call split screen, but given that I never went to film school I think that’s just my name for it) and it’s repeated enough times over TLD that it’s pretty clear the creatives want it to be memorable. By the time John gets shot, then, we shouldn’t be caught up in the drama of it – we should be thinking, as so many did, “something’s fucky.”

And it is – but it’s brilliantly fucky! Head over to Chapter 7 X if you want to read about Norbury shooting Mary, but TLDR it’s a metaphor for Mary shooting Sherlock as understood from Sherlock’s warped and depressed perspective – and he’s finally realised what it means! The version in which Mary shooting Sherlock means John losing Mary (the Norbury version) is one in which John is sad, goes to therapy, and the world moves on. Now, however, that Sherlock has recognised that John was suicidal, he can also recognise that Mary shooting Sherlock will make John suicidal again – hence why it’s the same shot. Mary shooting Sherlock is the same as John dying – and the latter is much more important in Sherlock’s mind.

[It’s worth noting that the identical shots we see in TST and TLD don’t match the shot in HLV, although admittedly that one’s not in the MP – it does strike me, however, that the sounds are reversed – HLV sounds like a dart, whereas the MP shots sound like bullets. If anyone has any thoughts on that, do let me know – it has me flummoxed for the moment. If you want meta explaining why the shot from TST is the same as HLV, Chapter 7 is here X, and I’m certainly not the first to hypothesise this. For me, the TLD shot being the same is therefore a logical extension.]

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