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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years ago

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Sherlock & Peaky Sister Extras

Two extra parts from this request, where a Shelby sister reader befriends her neighbor Enola and eventually Sherlock Holmes. These happen after she is friends with Enola and gives more info on how she became closer with Sherlock before the ending of that post.

Warnings: sickness, peaky-related themes,

The Case:

Readers POV

One quiet night you were tucked into bed with a romance novel and a mug of hot tea when your bedroom door slammed open. Enola was red in the face and your stomach dropped. Your whole body tensed up ready for a fight.

“Enola!” Sherlock’s voice snarled from somewhere in your apartment.

“Qucik I need your help!” She quickly threw your robe at you and you climbed out of bed. She dragged you into their apartment and passed a very angry ranting Sherlock.

“You can't burst into people’s spaces like that - she’s not going to understand and your wasting precious time.-” He rambled on as she dragged you towards the kitchen table where a bunch of newspaper clippings and little tiles with letters and numbers were sprawled out. All the clippings were in various languages most of which you spoke.

You placed them in order by date, most of them were about a specific political leader. A few of them outlining murders that had happened in the past two weeks.

You read them carefully and noted things that stuck out to you. Enola went into a long explanation of everything they had worked out pointing to the wall that was covered in articles and photographs. You nodded along and felt the annoyance radiating off of Sherlock. You made some points on cultural things they had skipped over and corrected some things they had gotten wrong with their translations.

It was a long night but it was of vital importance so you sat translating things for them and giving your thoughts on the murders, and why you felt they were connected.

You enjoyed the slight look of surprise in his face before he started to elaborate on your thoughts. The way he paced the room and the things he thought made your mind swirl. How could someone absorb that much information?

You all quieted down again working on various things when his hand brushed your shoulder. You jumped and noticed he’d made you a mug of tea. While sitting at his desk it seemed impossible not to bump into his large frame or brush fingers while reaching for articles.

You would write things out and hand them to him and he seemed to be intent on keeping you comfortable. He grabbed a blanket to wrap around your shoulders. He seemed to notice everything but being pleasant or considerate seemed to be something lost on him, or maybe he just pretended to be that way.

You pushed your thoughts out of your mind to continue on. Before long you had made enough progress to put it together.

Sherlock went on a rant putting the info together before finally calling out the name of the killer. You let out a whoop of excitement, happy that the logic was foolproof. He gave you a small smile before setting off to the Yard.

Enola finally gave up her argument to tag along and the two of you went back to your apartment and collapsed in your large bed.

Opiates for the common cold

Sherlock's POV

Sherlock got out of bed to a very quiet and empty flat. He moved through the space concluding that Enloa must have spent another night at your flat. At this point, you should have been charging him rent for all the time she spent over there. It would make his morning easier though, he had a meeting with Lestrade.

He thought of you and all the work you put into his last case and sighed. It was a horrible distraction having you around while trying to work, or really do anything. Everything about you was consuming and somehow his brain slowed in your presence.

He was about to leave when he noticed that her shoes were still by the door. Mind you she could have other shoes. When coming closer the doormat was still crumpled from where he had kicked it in frustration the night before. Enola had laughed at him over it.

He turned his gaze to Enola’s bedroom, half scolding himself because he really didn't have time for this sort of thing. He knocked on the door and a muffled groan responded.

“Enola?” He asked opening the door slowly. She was laying on her side in a tight ball.

“M’ sick.” She said in a very scruffy tone of voice. He stood there looking at the girl resentment for her situation was plain on her face.

He could see her face was flushed, shivering despite the sweat on her brow. The rest of her seemed very pale and weak.

“I’ll call for a doctor.” He said quickly. It hurt him to see her like that and he was at a loss for what to do. Should he sit next to her for the day? She was much too old for needing that much of his attention. She would probably want space to rest.

He called the doctor, then listened to Lestrade try to boss him around. Annoyance towards the man grew and Sherlock took a deep breath. Yes, there was another murder he needed to attend to, but he didn’t feel right about leaving Enola alone with a man in the house.

Perhaps you would know what to do? Or at least you probably wouldn't mind staying while the doctor was visiting. He moved across to your flat and knocked on the door wondering if you would respond. If you were reading you became completely useless. He knocked again and really hoped he wouldn't have to enter to go startle you again.

To his surprise you opened the door, looking like your usual self when he saw you. Your hair was a mess and the dress you were wearing was very simple cotton. You looked like you had just rolled out of bed.

“Sorry to disturb you,” Sherlock remembered to say before bombarding you with requests and demands. “Enola is sick - she has a cold.”

“Oh” Your eyes widened with shock and you turned around and hurried into the kitchen.

“If it’s not too much of a bother -” But you had already moved past him with multiple jars in your hands. You moved into Enola’s space with the same comfort that she showed when moving around your flat.

You sat on the edge of her bed and placed your hand on her forehead. He watched very carefully as you moved between Enola’s bedroom and the kitchen. Applying compresses and making her eat spoonfuls of odd things. Enola looked more at peace once you settled into the girl's bed holding her hand.

“Read to me?”

“Of course,” You said looking at the various piles of books. It was such a peculiar thing to witness. He knew women were more maternal. But had no memory of being touched so gently or fussed over. You looked worried and you had a way of interacting with the situation that was helpful but also comforting. He realized for a moment that he felt jealous. Towards you or Enola he wasn't sure.

The doctor would be there soon enough, but leaving the two of you caused a feeling of warning in his stomach. He gave a sigh of frustration before calling Lestrade back and saying he must stay home.

This wasn't like him at all. His mind was racing with different possibilities. What if the doctor was an absolute idiot? Everything you had given Enola was herbal and provided a low risk of being fatal, the doctor however could have given her the wrong amounts of all sorts of things. How many dead bodies had he seen that had been poisoned or had overdosed?

Running a hand through his hair he moved back to the doorway to Enola’s room. The two of you looked very comfortable and he wondered why you weren't afraid of getting sick.

“Lestrade said I’m not needed.” He announced a lie that he hoped would keep Enola happy.

“That’s alright, pick a book for us then?” You said with a smile. Enola let out a loud groan.

“Nothing stupid please.” She said before coughing. He left the room and picked up a book of murder mysteries. When she first moved in that was the only thing they would do together other than argue.

“New book of mysteries.” He said before sitting in the armchair near the bed. He still felt a wave of discomfort at your ability to hold Enola to your chest lovingly.

He read the first story out loud pausing to hear Enola’s thoughts and counter them. He observed you and the way your fingers would tighten where they rested on Enola’s shoulder every time he raised his voice.

Something he would have to ask you about later, he took a deep breath and tried to enjoy the argument rather than win it. Your posture responded to his change of tone immediately.

As the story progressed they both ended up with the same conclusion, the correct suspect.

The doctor showed up and he noticed your reluctance to move from the girl's side. You both watched the man carefully before he prescribed a bottle of cough medication and a large amount of opiates.

Sherlock paid him and was about to pocket the opiates for himself when you moved out of the room and stood close to him. “That's really heavy stuff, Sherlock, she has a simple cold she doesn't need any pain killers.” You were whispering but there was an angry edge to your tone that surprised him.

Sherlock looked at the worry on your face and wanted to ask why you had such an intense reaction. Did she think so little of him to think he would just hand Enola a bunch of drugs, did she think Enola was stupid enough to take them?

“I wasn't planning on giving it to her. I know what Opiates are.” He looked down and saw some relief on your face.

“Took us ages to get my brother clean,” you whispered your face scrunched up as if remembering something painful. He knew a decent amount about Thomas’s motives and choices to bring the family where they were today, however, he knew very little about the rest of the family or what prices they had to pay.

“Enola’s too smart for that anyway.” He said, happy when a laugh escaped your lips. “Don’t tell her I said that though. She doesn't need more encouragement”

You leaned against the counter after putting the kettle on the stove.

“Why not?” You asked looking entirely too comfortable in his kitchen. He thought about his answer carefully and tried not to get distracted by the way you looked up at him.

“This life,” He let out a sigh. “Is complicated and dangerous. It doesn't matter to her know, but it will.” There was pain evident in his voice, something he knew you were too smart to miss. Your eyes narrowed slightly as if you could see into his mind.

“You don't seem very dangerous.” You whispered slowly and if he wasn't aware of Enola watching them from her open bedroom door, he would have had nothing holding him back from kissing you.

A moment flew through his mind of what it would feel like to throw you onto the counter and embrace you. He looked down at you and noticed your eyes focused on his lips and could feel how your pulse quickened.

This problem was becoming difficult to ignore.

#sherlock holmes #enola holmes #Peaky blinders #Sherlock Holmes X reader #Sherlock holmes imagine #Peaky blinders imagine #Sherlock holmes Peaky blinders crossover #Enola holmes peaky blinders cross over

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patdkoala · 2 years ago

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New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x Female Reader

Warnings: None This is Pure Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My neighbor was finally home.

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

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

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

Quite loudly too if I must say.

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

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

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

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

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

'Main guy from Daisy Jones show'

Sam Claflin. Okay, so I googled something else.

'Sam Claflin movies'

So I watched some.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you watch the Hunger Games?"

"Yes."

"Enola Holmes?"

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

"Peaky Blinders?"

"Yes, love the stache by the way."

"Thanks. Did you-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is the only thing you heard me say?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wrote a couple of pages. Nothing much.

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

I walked over to his apartment around 8:15.

I knocked three times.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you a vegetarian?"

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing?"

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

He poured us both glasses of wine.

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

"Do you want it to be?"

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

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

"No, why do you ask that?"

"The loud music."

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

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

"What's that supposed to mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go ahead."

"Why did you watch all my movies?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Because it's throwing you off."

"Yeah, it is."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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anonymooseforever007 · 2 years ago

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I loved every single bit of this entire thing!! ❤️ From how they met and he was a little grumpy to how he so soft with caring for the reader after she was hurt!! Like he read her books! I loved the idea of him making his own comments about the book too😂 Also Enola was just a gem this entire time! She's hilarious and fit right in with the Shelby women I believe!! Also I love the idea of Enola Holmes and Peaky Blinders crossing over! It's just brilliant! And so was this!❤️

Hi again! Oh yeah! I guess its request time then😂 (Also I love that gif😂) also right after I sent the first ask I had an idea for another Henry Sherlock x Peaky and I can't decide which to send so I'll send both separately and you can choose which one you like better! The original idea I had was for a Shelby sister Reader and the other is a Holmes sister Reader. But the first idea is this:

What if another Shelby sister moves to London and ends up being Sherlock's neighbor but he ignores her at first (or pretends to) even when she becomes friends with Enola. Then one day a man looking for revenge against the Blinders breaks into her home and almost succeeds in kidnapping/killling her but suddenly Sherlock appears and saves her. Then right as he's helping patch her up like half of the Shelby Company Limited +Co show up because they got the call reader was threatened. And after that reader and Sherlock gee closer and like Ada and Enola are constantly working to set them up! And yeah that's the first idea I had if you were interested!❤️❤️

Hey Love,

This request is just - I'm not worthy. But I hope this makes you happy. I have three extra pieces that I'll try to post tonight. Thanks for sending this in, I'm having a lot of fun with it!

Warnings: Reader is assaulted, kissing, fluff,

You looked around the sun bathed flat in amazement, a sound you could never recall rang in your ears. Silence. It was quiet and only the furniture was put in place. Aunt Pol and Ada insisted on staying with you for the first night, in your world that was a party so naturally, Esme was in toe with them when they showed up. You all listened to records and drank yourselves silly. Gin and dancing, laughing and gossiping, your heart was soaring high when you eventually fell asleep on a pile of cushions.

However, in the morning, it was a different feeling entirely. You woke up first wondering how on earth you all could make a mess out of a practically unpacked apartment, but there it was. The anxiety from the booze started to hit you and laying still became impossible. Your stomach turned violently and your mind started to race with unwanted memories. Time to get busy, you groaned and got up for the day.

You ran out to get some bread and eggs for breakfast. The street was brutally loud and you were grateful for the little shop as the door closed and the sound was muffled. Eggs and bread turned into a large and heavy paper bag full of all sorts of things. You managed it well enough till you got to the top of the front steps. You nestled the large paper bag in one arm and struggled to get your keys out of your coat pocket. The door swung open suddenly and a very tall man glared down at you. The paper bag fell from your arm as the man's gaze held you. He was very tall and broad, looking down at you with a displeased face.

“So-” You stopped yourself and shook your head this was not your fault. You picked the bag up and tried to hold your head high while walking around the large man, something that would have been possible if his shoulders didn't take up the entire doorway.

Your eyes rested on his collar bones that poked out of his nightshirt and you wondered how on earth someone could have shoulders so….

“221C?” His voice was deep and velvety and would have been very pleasing if he had sounded less grumpy. His crumpled hair and long sweeping robe made you wonder why he was going out at all.

You turned your head to the side as you met his eyes again, a move you regretted instantly.

“Normally people refer to me by my name.” You told him your name and reached out to shake his hand. He gave you a firm handshake and gave you another look over.

“Last night was a terrible experience. My work requires a large amount of concentration and -”

“Are you the new woman?” An overly cheery voice called out from behind the hulking man. He let out an exasperated sigh. A girl with long brown curly hair fought her way out of the doorway and bent down to grab a tin of coffee that had escaped in the fall.

“Im Enola - Holmes! This is my brother” She looked between the two of you and registered her brother's deep glare “he’s hungover - completely ignore him.” She said with a beaming smile. She ushered you past him into the hallway and started chattering. Your head was pounding but you tried to follow along with what she was saying.

“It sounded like a wild night, I don't think I’ve ever heard so much laughing.” She held onto your arm with the tin of coffee in the other hand and you felt weird being walked to your apartment by the girl. She must have been about 14 or so, something in her eagerness to speak with you made you feel she was lonely.

“You know I love parties, I know lots of jokes, and oh- do you run your own business. Your mail here has a company stamp with your last name. That’s really something, I’m excellent with numbers if you ever need accounting - not that you aren't good with numbers if you own your own business- ”

“Enola” The man called from their door across the hall.

“Sorry!” She gave you another big smile.

“Do you want a cup of coffee or tea?” You don't know why you asked her, caffeine was the very last thing that girl needed. But her eyes were lonely and you remembered what it was like at that age.

“No”

“YES!” they answered at the same time. The man looked at you almost apologetically.

“She wouldn't be any trouble. My sisters are here with my aunt, ah tonight was sort of a one-off. Sorry about the noise and everything.” You fumbled and your face flushed.

“No,” He said awkwardly. “ Not a problem I just - as long as it's not every night. I’m sure we can be just as loud.” You gave him a nod and then opened the door to your apartment.

“Behave Enola” He called out before stepping into his flat with his mail in hand. She made an exasperated face and rolled her eyes.

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You laughed as you came into the kitchen to see all three of them sat at the table in various positions that showed their hungover-ness.

“Everyone this is my neighbor Enola.” Esme didn't lift her head from the wooden table but a groan of acknowledgment rang out from a mess of dark curly hair.

Polly looked the girl over and lit a cigarette, then her eyes looked to you with a question.

“She bumped into me in the hallway. Enola this is my Aunt Pol and my sisters Esme and Ada.”

She gave them a wave and whispered a soft hello. Aunt Pol looked at her for a long while then gave a kind smile.

“So you live across the hall then?”

“Yes with my brother Sherlock Holmes - he’s a detective and I’m technically in training but I am taking clients,” Enola said proudly.

Sherlock Holmes, you thought to yourself for a moment brain foggy as ever. The detective from the papers? You didn't know what to think of the information as you put the kettle on the stove.

“A detective eh?” Pol gave her a nod. “Do me a favor and keep an eye on this one for me?”

“Sure thing. She can count on us.- You mentioned it’s just you living here now?”

You nodded as you started to unpack a box of mugs.

“I live in the neighborhood, but we are all from Birmingham,” Ada answered with a small smile.

“Birmingham! Holy - I haven't been before but I read this article once -” And off she went quietly rattling on and on. You got some eggs, ham, toast, and coffee on the table. Pol took Enola’s mug and filled it with milk before she could grab some coffee.

“It’s a dreadful habit dear. Have some milk.” She said knowing full well that she didn't need anything to wake her up.

The morning passed into the afternoon and eventually, Esme raised her head and ate up her breakfast. They made Enola laugh loudly and you felt she fit in with your girl gang well enough.

“You have a boyfriend then? How old are ya? Should call Finn over if not.”

“No” You and Pol answered at the same time. Finn was a good 3 years older than her and the last thing you wanted was her caught up in whatever he was working on these days.

“He’s my litter brother but he’s a hell of a troublemaker and a good few years too old for you.” You gave Esme a look and she shrugged.

“I do as it turns out. Well - Erm - don’t mention that to my brother if you don't mind?” You gave her a big smile.

“Secret is safe with me.”

“As long as we get to meet him of course,” Ada added sensibly.

Soon enough the day passed by and you were left with a messy apartment to clean and many boxes to unpack. You said your goodbyes and enjoyed watching Enola light up as the women hugged her goodbye, with promises of saying hello the next time they came over to stay.

You closed the door and looked at the girl who jumped slightly.

“You probably want me to leave - sorry!” She looked flustered.

“Stay or go, I’m going to do some unpacking then start on dinner. You are welcome to stay if you like”

Enola took that invitation as a welcome to come over whenever she pleased. You thought it would start to bother you, but coming from such a big and loud family you found it comforting.

You watched her interactions with her brother closely the few times you happened to run into him. They would fight over all sorts of things and you weren't happy about it. It was one thing to argue with family but he was an adult and she, whether her family liked it or not, was still just a girl.

“Love, what happened to your parents?” You asked on a spring evening when you were both absorbed in books. They had been shouting at each other all morning and the question was burning a hole in your mind.

“Ah, do I annoy you?” She asked in a voice you rarely ever heard her use.

“No, you and Sherlock argue often I just - It’s none of my business but I -.”

“We argue a lot because we're both too smart.” She sighed like it was a heavy burden. “We see equally important things, but different things when we assess situations and whatnot. He hates it when I get involved in his cases, hates it even more when I’m right but deep down I know he doesn't mind all that much.”

You thought about her words and she let out another deep sigh.

“My mum felt it was her time to be on her own again, my father died ages ago. My other brother Mycroft - he’s a real twat. Tried to put me in finishing school - but you know about that from my first case.”

You gave a nod remembering the story. “Your mum felt you were okay to be on your own?” You looked at the girl and shuddered. London was a big city, and she was incredibly smart but she was still obviously more of a girl than a woman.

“Yep,” She said it firmly like she was trying to be proud but there was a sadness etched into her posture that you couldn't unsee. You thought of your own mother and something sank in your stomach.

“Well, I think you are entirely too much fun to be left alone. The world is big and lonely. Better to stick together with those who are worthy.” You said watching her face light up slightly. “Aunt Pol was calling to see if I’d met your fella by the way.” Pol had not mentioned it in her phone calls, but you said it anyway to make her feel like she was a part of things. She beamed.

“I’ll take you and Ada to see him.”

“Excellent. Baking cookies tomorrow, if you want to help?” she gave you a big smile.

“Despite my extensive knowledge of chemistry, I’m awful at baking.”

“Eh, you just need to learn.” You shrugged. “One more chapter then we best be off to bed.” A lie that was told frequently in your house. You both read until the wee hours of the morning, multiple cups of peppermint tea made and drank.

You jumped out of your chair when a hand lightly nudged your shoulder. Out of instinct, you threw the book at the man. Sherlock was there and Enola was happily asleep on the couch open book resting on her chest.

“Sorry!” You whispered. Sherlock only picked up the book you were reading and then gave you a long look. A thick flush covered your face as you accepted the book back from him. He always made you feel embarrassed and with both of them having all that fancy pants knowledge you really wished he would have caught you reading something of substance.

“Erm-I” You fumbled. “What time is it?”

“Round six,” He said, still staring at you intensely.

“Ah, sorry I told her one more chapter - “ You looked at the stack of books “Two books ago - Sorry”

“It’s alright. I should be the one to apologize. Thanks for spending time with her. If it’s too much-”

“She’s not a problem.” You said with a finality that showed too much emotion. “I - things are complicated with your family - I only know because I also come from a complex family. But really she’s not a burden or someone that’s better left behind.”

Sherlock gave you a strange look and you found it impossible to look away from his deep blue eyes.

“Complicated is a good way of describing it.” He looked around your apartment and you felt extremely uncomfortable. “She’s going to be smarter than all of us soon enough though, I guarantee you she won't be forgotten.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll make it into the public’s eye sooner or later. I’m referring to your mother leaving her-”

“I won’t,” He said firmly and with his full attention turned to you. “Our mother had her own business to attend to, but I assure you Enola is safe with me.” His eyes held you in place and you hated how he made you feel like he could see everything that you were thinking and feeling.

“You shouldn't shout at her so much.” The words toppled from your mouth as you held his stare. This made the corner of his mouth stand up slightly. He looked like he was debating whether he wanted to start an argument with you or not.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He kept looking at you and you were surprised at his response. You knew deep down Enola’s situation reminded you of yourself a great deal. Mother gone, and many fights with Thomas, but you had Pol to back you up, and the rest of them looking out for you all the time.

“Here - she can stay the night no point in moving her.” You got up and grabbed the thick blanket you left on the edge of the sofa for her. You expected him to already be out the door. He often abruptly ended conversations that is if he didn't ignore you completely.

“Why are you in London?” His voice made you jump.

“Wanted some space from the family.”

“Your sister lives here and your Aunt calls frequently? Space from your family or from your brother?”

“What do you know about my brother?” The hair on the back of your neck shot up.

“He gives my bother a hard time in Parliament. Really his arch rival of sorts.” Sherlock said and you wondered if he had been drinking.

“That pleases you?” You smiled at his unusual expression.

“Very much so. Although I know you lot had to struggle to get to where you are now.” His voice was back to its usual neat grumpy tone. “I don’t think it's a lifestyle you engage in?” He looked around your colorful apartment again.

“No. It’s not.” You said hoping he believed you. Sure you had gotten into your fair share of grim situations but the company had been legal for a long while now.

“Good.” He cocked his head towards you and his tone was light again. Something deep inside you wanted to do just about anything to keep his attention on you. With a small smile, he made his way out of your apparent closing the door softly.

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Enola was gone to stay with her mother for the night. You knew that something inside you had run over the boundaries of a friend or neighbor when you lay in bed tossing and turning. You knew she was perfectly capable of protecting herself and it really wasn't your place, but something in your mind wouldn't rest.

Ada had gone back home to stay with Pol for a while, no one was answering the phone today. Now that you thought about it that was probably the main reason you felt worried. You thought about walking across the hall to see if Sherlock wanted help with whatever he was working on.

In the last case, Enola insisted on your help as all the clues were in Romani. This was probably a normal case that would be over your head but maybe he’d have you for tea anyway. You sighed and got out of bed grabbing your thick robe and wrapping it around yourself.

Opening your bedroom door you looked across the small flat and could see that the front door was open. Your first instinct was to move back into the bedroom but dark eyes fell on you before you could move.

“Just come with us quietly love, no fighting” two men made their way towards you. Your fingers wrapped around the poker for the fire and you made careful notes of their appearance before the fighting started.

You thought about the bedroom window behind you but the drop would guarantee your death. The front door was the only option. You held the iron poker in your grip tightly then the most sensible idea floated into your mind. If fighting didn't go as planned you were sure that screaming your head off would alert someone in the building.

The two men came towards you and you got the first one across the side of the face before jabbing him in the eye. The second man proved harder to smack no matter how determined you were. Eventually, he got the upper hand and a hard smack landed across your face. You took a deep inhale but his hand closed around your neck before you could scream. You tried to scratch and hit his face but your arms became too heavy before any substantial damage was done.

Your vision went hazy just as the man let out a loud cry. His hand released you and you watched a hulking figure pull screams from his body. Blood was spilled before the beast made his way toward you.

You tried to move away unsure of anything, still unable to see or hear properly. Big arms gathered you up and lifted you into the air.

“Calm down.” His voice was rough and you wondered how your body could switch from so panicked to letting go entirely.

He carried you across the hall and into his flat. It was the complete opposite color scheme but just as cluttered with books. He placed you down on the countertop in the bathroom. He switched the lights on and you let out a groan covering your eyes.

You watched him look you over for damage while your voice was stuck somewhere deep inside you. His rough hands traced the bruise on your neck and you let out a soft hum. He didn't move his hand and you looked up into his piercing blue eyes. A different type of tension settled between the two of you one that caused your bones to ache. Without further thought and with no one but God to judge you, you leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his lips.

A part of you expected him to recoil in disgust or offense, but he pulled away placing his thumb over your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, and you struggled slightly. You wanted him so badly it hurt to breathe.

“You’re in shock.” He whispered with a softness you didn't know he possessed.

“So?” You mumbled against his thumb.

“So, see how you feel in the morning then try again.” He smiled slightly and you noticed how much blood had splattered up his arms. He got you settled in his bed and gave you some tea. He made some phone calls and after a long while, he came back.

Without any questions or stress, he started reading the book that he must have grabbed from your night table.

You thought you should tell him to stop but enjoyed the way his nose crinkled and how he started to argue about the character's motives.

“Men don’t think that way - surely you must know this?” he said looking down at you curled up in his blankets. The sun was just starting to come up and you were wishing there was a way for you to keep stuck in this moment.

“I have no idea how men think” You whispered up at him. Right then there was a commotion in the hallway.

“Oh, NO.” Enola’s voice had called out and you both shot up. You winced in pain as you followed him out of the room.

“Who are you lot? You need to tell me where she is right now.” Enola commanded in a voice that would have made the average person crumple.

Thomas, the man standing across from her was not the average person. His eyes flicked from her to you standing behind Sherlock. You caught the relief flooding his features and Arthur let out a deep breath from the living room.

“There she is. Tough girl.” Arthur came towards you and you let him pull you into a big hug.

Sherlock and Thomas stood still staring at each other in a way that made you worry.

“This going to be a regular occurrence?” Sherlock asked in a cold tone. John had squared up his chest when you noticed Ada seemed deeply pleased about something as she looked at you from your bedroom doorway.

“No,” Thomas said easily. “This is for you.” He pulled out a folded piece of paper.

Sherlock accepted the paper and sighed when Enola grabbed onto his forearm angling it so she could read it better.

“Moriarty!” She gasped. “Oh, Sherlock this makes perfect sense! The last case was in Romani, he must have known we had her help. We never ask anyone for help so -”

“So we put a gigantic target on her back.” He looked down at her with an icy expression and you hated the way it hit her.

“I take partial responsibility for that,” Thomas called out taking some of the blame off of the girl's shoulders. Not something you would have expected from him. “Moriarty has been pestering me for a meeting for a long while now. I assume this was his way of grabbing our attention.”

“Can she stay with you?” Ada asked in a sweet voice.

“Of course.” Sherlock and Enola both said at the same time in very different tones.

“She should come home, Tom,” Arthur said tightening his arm around your shoulders.

“She would be more help on the case here,” Enola said in a quiet voice.

“She won't be any safer back home. Plus she’s the only one Alfie enjoys working with. Lord knows we will need his help.” Ada added.

“If it's not any trouble” You looked at Sherlock. “I’d rather stay here and help.” You added moving your gaze to Tommy.

“Fuck.” he sighed. “You stay here, deal with Alfie.”

You smiled at the thought of how much it bothered your brother that Alfie would always keep his word if you asked him to.

“If that’s settled I should be off.” Thomas gave you a quick hug then Arthur and John followed him out with glances of warning to Sherlock.

“Alright, two of you go do your thing - with less shouting than usual. We will start on the mess in here.” You looked at Ada and she nodded.

“No, It’s technically a crime scene or whatever?” Ada looked at Enloa.

“Yes, she's right you should just move over to our side and leave everything as is.” Enola gave a serious nod and you couldn't help but think they were up to something.

“We will have to review the last case to see how it relates to this. You need to rest.” Sherlock put his arm around out and gilded you towards his apartment.

“Don't.” He said before you could start arguing. “Please just rest a bit for me.”

“Did you just say please?” You said caught off guard by his choice of words.

“Go to sleep.” He turned on his heel and left you to curl up in his bed. You got up for a while before falling asleep again on the couch listening to him and Enola go back and forth with different theories.

You felt him carry you back to bed and felt a moment of guilt realizing you shouldn't have made him carry you. He placed you back on the bed and you mumbled thanks. There was a moment of complete silence before you felt the bed dip under his weight.

“My brother has guards covering the building, I don't think there’s any more evidence in my flat if you want me to -” You said realizing there really wasn't a reason for you to stay in his space.

“I want you to stay.” He murmured into your hair and you felt his arm wrap around you. A heavy peaceful weight crept over you and you were very grateful to give him what he wanted.

“Then I’ll stay.” You whispered and he pulled you tight against his chest. You thought about that kiss, but you felt his breath even out. With sleep washing over you, you made a note to revisit that kiss in the morning.

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I feel really nervous about this one so let me know what you think <3

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