#as the alphabet squad watch with tears in their eyes like he's so cute help

[ridiasfangirlings]

Animal Strain again, turning Fushimi into a cute red panda (but he's tones of blue instead of that ruddy red color)

Imagine him looking kinda like a red panda that rolled around in blue paint and it's very distinctive and maybe a little weird but the squad feels like isn't he sort of looking like our mascot this way. Like imagine Fushimi gets hit by the Strain power and turned into a cute fuzzy red panda and the minute the alphabet boys see him they are all just frozen because he is so cute and they want to hug him, but on the other hand no one really knows if red pandas are dangerous at all and could he scratch us to death if we try to hug him. Fushimi's just sitting there on the ground and maybe he pads right over to where one of his knives is lying and he picks it up in his small red panda paws. He's just sitting there playing with the knife and the alphabet boys are like 'should we try to stop him, what if he hurts himself?' but then at the same time no one knows if trying to stop him will get them stabbed.

In the end maybe Akiyama is finally able to coax Fushimi into the vans, where Fushimi just sits in the middle of the van looking gloomy but also incredibly adorable. As soon as they get back to headquarters Awashima probably just grabs him and hugs him before they can even tell her that this is Fushimi-san, she just couldn't resist the living stuffed animal in front of her. Fushipanda freezes and then tries to escape her grasp but Awashima's cuddling him too tightly, one of the alphabet boys coughs and is like 'Lieutenant...that's Fushimi-san...'.Awashima pauses and then gathers herself as she stops hugging him (but still keeps him in her arms) as she's like '...I see.' Fushimi's a little dizzy from lack of oxygen due to Awashima's super hug and is therefore suprisingly docile when he's delivered to Munakata.

In short order Munakata has some young trees delivered to his office for Fushimi to play in and is very proud of his adorable third in command. Imagine at some point there's like a situation and Munakata has to go out into the field, he doesn't want to leave Fushimi back at headquarters so this ends up with Munakata going into battle with Fushimi like climbing up on his shoulders the whole time. Somehow Munakata remains standing straight and regal even with this red panda clambering around on him and he looks kinda like a magical girl with his own furry mascot (also imagine then Fushimi ends up chasing down some criminals while this is going on and now there's a rumor amongst the criminal element of Shizume City, about how Scepter 4 has trained their own attack panda and that little asshole is vicious).

[husbandograveyard]

Shuhei Hisagi B,C,L,M, Y the fluff alphabet please. Thanks!

Hi anon! I LOVE SHUHEI so I am very happy someone requested him UwU! Hope you enjoy these!! 

Fluff Alphabet - Hisagi Shuhei - B C L M Y 

2nd person. Female reader. 

B - beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Not saying that Shuhei is superficial, but appearance is the very first thing he notices are your killer looks. Shuhei thinks that you are the most attractive person in the world -yes, even more attractive than Rangiku- and will definitely tell you so, at least, if he’s not reduced to a stuttering mess. He always wonders how he can be so proud and confident in all kinds of ways and yet find it hard to be close to an attractive lady without getting flustered. Other than that, Shuhei admires your strength, you’re probably another ranked soul reaper, that’s how you initially caught his eye. He loves your smile and laughter too, and he can get lost in your eyes anytime, but especially when they twinkle when you laugh or are excited about something. He admires that you are hardworking and not giving up easily, and just an overall positive attitude. It balances out how he can be overly serious when it comes to work and training.

C - comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

First order of business: making sure you’re out of whatever situation that set off the initial emotional reaction. People made you feel that way? They’re gonna get a stern talking to, and definitely will be shown the door. Just overwhelmed? He will scoop you right up in his arms and shunpo away with you until you are somewhere quieter. He is very quiet in his comforting, not really saying anything or even whispering comforting words. He just likes to hold you close while you cry out or come down from whichever extreme emotions you were experiencing. He gives the best hugs and holds you for a long period of time. Your head against his chest, listening to his slow but steady heartbeat, you are able to calm down relatively fast. Afterward, he won’t be pressuring you into talking about it. If there is something that needs to be talked about, he’ll trust and expect you to say it whenever you feel comfortable doing so, but if you just want to leave the whole ordeal behind you, he will respect that too and not push on. 

L - love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Shuhei’s confession would probably be helped along a bit by some sake. Not that this guy is a drunk, but he went to Rangiku for advice, and she proposed to talk it over, loving every little bit of gossip over a drink, and spurred him on to immediately go confess to you after. He came to you all red and flustered and blurted out his feelings in one incoherent waterfall of slightly slurred words. Luckily you already had a crush on him, but you did decide to wait it out a little until he was sobered up. After all, you wanted to make sure if he didn’t regret saying everything to you. Drunk people often speak the truth, but sometimes they’re still not really convinced of their own words. So you help him get to his room and onto his futon, and he did pass out pretty soon. So far for the cute, well thought out and confident confession he had in mind originally. The morning after, his hangover isn’t the worst thing on his mind (although it is present very prominently, hello headache). He’s all ready to go on and apologize, especially since he vaguely remembers you laughing at him and he’s pretty sure that was a rejection. So when you confess back, it’s enough to nearly clear his headache and make his day. 

M - marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Eventually, yes. Marriage isn’t really on his mind, but once you start living together, he will definitely start noticing just how much he likes the domestic life with you. He likes cooking dinner for you and spending evenings together, and falling asleep and waking up next to you is something he could never get enough of. So after a few years of a stable relationship, he will be sure to propose! At the marriage himself, he will be stoic on the outside, but panicking so hard on the inside. Not because he’s scared or he wants to back out, but more in a I-cannot-believe-this-is-happening kind of way. He will definitely tear up when he sees you in your dress for the first time but try and hide it. The marriage ceremony in itself will be small, close friends only, with a nice party afterward. It will be one day all training and duties will be set aside in whatever way possible, and it will almost feel as if the whole soul society can relax for a day. Shuhei doesn’t smile too much but watch him smiling through almost the whole marriage. He just cannot believe this is happening.  

Y - yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

I feel like I am getting repetitive here, but much like other men, Shuhei will bury himself in work. Squad nine usually is kind of busy and he will have more than enough to do, especially with his editorial work for the soul society’s magazine on the side as well. He will take his work home, just to distract himself from the lack of your presence, especially if you’re already living together. Of course, extra training never hurts, and he makes the most of the spare time to get stronger, although he’d rather be spending that with you. He will catch himself still preparing dinner for two, either inviting Izuru or someone else over to share with and to distract himself further, or try and eat the whole thing by himself, just so he doesn’t have to acknowledge you’re not there. He’s got friends, so he never really is lonely, but it’s just a little different whenever you’re not around, and his friends do notice that too, and help to distract him. Mostly with a good ol’ drinking party. It’s what they do.

[wwesmutdonedirtcheap]

Compare and Contrast

I was in the mood to write some Bray, cause there isn’t enough out there.

Reader feels empathy for Bray after Randy’s attack on his home, so she tries to comfort him. Bray becomes intrigued by her and a bond starts to form between them. Kinda fluffy and later on gets smutty.

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*

I stood backstage. My hand covering my mouth as I watched Randy’s attack on everything that Bray held dear.

The entire room was silent. Everybody who was within walking distance of the monitors, were huddled around in shock and quite frankly, disgust.

Ever since I started doing hair backstage, I had grown to know a lot of the wrestlers well. I had known Randy for several years and this was the most vindictive I had ever seen him.

“What the hell?” AJ finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

Bray was on his knees in the ring, the most vulnerable looking human being. That was one word that I thought I would never associate with him…vulnerable.

He was dark, he was damaged but never vulnerable. He was laid bare in the middle of the canvas. His eyes practically sheened with tears, his pleas for Randy to stop going unanswered and unacknowledged.

In that moment, I knew that I had to try to comfort him.

Nobody else would.

Everyone was so afraid of him. He no longer had Luke by his side. Randy had turned his world upside down by revealing their relationship as a lie.

Bray didn’t have anyone.

And I wasn’t afraid.

*

I found him, later on as the 205 taping got underway.

He was sitting in the corner of a hallway on top of a stack of equipment boxes. His hat was down over his eyes and he was staring at the cement ground beneath his boots.

I expected him to look up as I approached. His senses were always extremely heightened but…Nothing.

Finally, I reached him and crouched down on the floor just in front of his feet.

“Bray?” I whispered, my voice surprisingly a little shaky.

His head slowly rose up and his eyes, still misted with tears, looked into mine.

“Is there anything that I can do?”

I had worked on his hair before and we had the occasional exchange but I had never really talked to him until now.

“Darkness,” he finally spoke, his voice low and rough “I am constantly surrounded by darkness…And yet, you sought me out.”

“I just, I know that you must be in so much pain,” I reached out, testing his reaction as my hand hovered above his knee.

He didn’t move away, so I rested it there comfortingly.

“Pain?” he chuckled “Pain goes away, pain does not last…I am in something far greater than that…There are no words to describe it.”

“I’m so sorry,” I sighed, my hand lightly squeezing his knee.

His hand shot out quickly and covered mine, causing me to gasp at how fast his reflexes were.

“There is so much light in you,” he whispered, his fingers methodically petting mine “Darkness does not draw light.”

“I think you’re wrong,” I shifted in my crouching position “Darkness needs light. How else would we know the difference?”

A smile turned up on his lips and he shook his head, almost pleased at my philosophical rebuttal.

“Darkness is corruption,” he stopped moving his fingers and rested his hand across mine “Darkness…is danger….Darkness is a breeding ground for treachery and betrayals.”

“Randy always had his own darkness,” I covered his hand with my other one “You didn’t ask for this, Bray.”

“You aren’t afraid of me,” he laughed, tilting his hat up out of his eyes “Are you?”

“No,” I shook my head “Why should I be?”

He pulled his hand away from mine, and lightly touched my cheek.

“Sweet girl,” he whispered “I advise you to stay away from the darkness. It will take the beauty that you have and wither it away.”

“I’m not afraid,” I sighed, standing to my feet “I’ve never known you to push others from it, either.”

“Perhaps, I see something in you…That I’ve never seen in another,” he stood too, his hands nervously shaking by his sides “Perhaps, the kindness you have shown…Makes you special.”

“Special?” I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Perhaps you have given me the light that I need, to rebuild…To take back what is mine.”

He reached out for my hand and raised it to his lips, lightly treading a kiss across the back of it.

Then, he was gone.

*

The following week, Bray extracted his revenge on Randy. It was his turn to cower and squirm. Bray seemed rejuvenated, no longer the broken man I had spoken with earlier.

A few nights later, I headed to a bar after a long night of filming. I purposely sought out one that I assumed nobody else I knew would go. It was dark and a little sketchy but the whiskey was good.

I was just about to leave, when a man who towered over me with broad arms and a leather jacket stepped in front of me.

“You duckin’ out already?” he raised an eyebrow at me.

I felt the hair on my arms stand up.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve been watching you,” he moved closer “A woman like you is hard to miss.”

“I’m sorry,” I tried to push passed him “I don’t have time for…”

“Oh darlin’, we have all the time in the world,” he easily held me back.

“What I think the lady means, is that she wants you to let her pass.”

We both looked around to see Bray standing in the doorway.

“It would benefit you greatly, sir, if you were to do as she asked.”

Despite the fact that the stranger was much larger than Bray, he backed down immediately. Something in Bray’s eyes always made people fall to him.

He was gone in an instant and Bray was still standing in front of me.

“Thanks,” I smiled softly at him.

“This is no place for you,” he shook his head, opening the door and ushering me outside into the chilly night.

I pulled my coat on and drew in a breath of fresh air.

“How did you know where I was?” I turned to him.

A grin fell upon his lips but he didn’t answer the question.

“I wanted to thank you,” he spoke after we had been walking for a few seconds.

“Thank me?” I looked over at him.

“It was your kindness, in my most darkest hour, that helped me see what had to be done.”

“I’m glad you feel better,” I admitted.

Even though I had no understanding of the ritual Bray had performed, it seemed to have made him somewhat whole again.

“I have what is mine again,” he assured me “Randy, is no match for me now…Even if he were to take my title, I still have a hold on him that is far more powerful.”

“I believe you,” I stopped walking and turned to him “But…don’t you ever want something more? Something other than what you were able to get back? Something different?”

"You seem to have something in mind.”

“It’s just,” I sighed nervously “I know we don’t know each other very well but…I see good in you. You may not…but I do. Your words have the power to move people. You could do so much more…”

“You speak as though you believe what you’re saying,” he answered back, his face stoic and a little stunned.

“I do believe it,” I brushed my hair behind my ears as the wind blew “I believe there is good in you, Bray.”

“Then is there darkness in you?” he stepped closer.

“We all have both,” I whispered “It just depends on which one we choose to listen to.”

He laughed, another one of his impressed chuckles that lit up his whole face.

“I have chosen one path and you another,” he rested his finger under my chin.

“Then together,” I looked up into his eyes “We would be unstoppable, wouldn’t we?”

I watched as his chest heaved with his quickened breathing. His tongue darted across his lips, as he pulled my chin closer to him.

“And you do not wish to run?” he whispered.

“No,” I shook my head.

His lips rushed toward mine, taking them completely under his control. His hands roamed through my hair, tugging and tangling the strands. A growl escaped his mouth and roared into mine. I managed to get my hands on either side of his face, pulling him closer with each kiss.

His tongue finally met mine and pressed against it sharply. I moaned against him, his kisses becoming even more hungry.

When our lips parted, our foreheads rested against each other. We both were gasping for breath. I was shaking and I was pretty sure he was too.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered, “Perhaps light is just what I need for the darkness that surrounds me.”

I smiled before he kissed me again.

*

Bray and I formed a bond over the next few months, that grew stronger by the day.

He lost his title to Randy but he would have a shot to get it back.

He seemed happier, back to himself completely again.

I loved watching him smile when we were together, although he tried to hide it more often than not.

One night, after taping was over, he showed up to the makeup room.

I was putting away all the hair styling tools I carried with me, when I looked up to see him watching me.

“Have you always been a voyeur?” I smirked, fastening my case shut.

He chuckled, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

“I am a jack of many trades, my sweet girl,” he sat down in one of the stylist chairs and watched me finish my packing.

I was just about to pack up my styling scissors when the idea struck me. I had been wanting Bray to lose some of his beard. It was getting too long.

“Can I trim your beard?” I smiled, holding the scissors up in my hand.

He shifted uncomfortably in the seat.

“Please?” I whispered, walking closer to him.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and nodded his head.

“Just a little,” I assured him.

Even though I was wearing a dress, I straddled his lap slowly. I watched him tense as I got closer to him than I had ever been.

“Sit really still,” I smiled, as I began to precisely trim the edges.

He kept his eyes on me the entire time. Each movement that I made, caused the bulge in his pants to grow larger, as it pressed against my thigh.

I continued to trim it, snips of the scissors being the only sound in the room.

Finally, I tossed them onto a nearby table and ran my fingers through his beard.

“Much better,” I insisted, sliding my hands down his chest.

“What have you done to me?” he gasped, his hands sliding up my lower back.

“It’s just a trim,” I giggled “It’ll grow back.”

“No,” he breathed out “What has your soul done to me?”

Before I had a chance to answer, he kissed me. My hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt and he hummed his approval into my mouth.

His fingers found the zipper to my dress and he slid it down my back slowly.

Bray’s lips went to the side of my neck, sucking marks as he went. I threw my head back and moaned with each one.

When he reached my collarbone, he slid the dress off me. His fingers unhooked my bra and he groaned as he pulled it off my body.

“You are my heart’s most darkest desire,” he whispered, his hands massaging my breasts.

“And you’re mine,” I gasped, before taking his mouth again.

We finally stood up and he backed me up against the door. I stepped out of my dress and his fingers began to stroke me through my panties.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, Bray,” I started to grind against his hand “I promise.”

He flipped me around, my naked body pressing against the cold metal door. I heard his pants unzip, my panties hit the floor and then felt his breath on the back of my neck.

“You will be mine,” he gasped, his hand running along the curve of my ass.

I knew this was his way of giving me an out. If I wasn’t all in, now was my chance.

“Will you be mine?” I looked over my shoulder, my eyes pleading.

“My sweet girl,” he groaned, as I felt his dick push against my entrance “I will belong to you as much as I can belong to anyone.”

I gasped when he entered me, rough and powerful. His fingers gripped my hips tightly and groans escaped him as he pushed in and out of me.

He felt so good though. His body molded against mine and I felt like I was on fire in the most delicious way possible.

Bray’s teeth dug into the back of my neck and I cried out, mostly from surprise. He chuckled against the skin before I felt his tongue lap across it. His hand replaced his tongue, gripping the back of my neck to steady me against the wall.

“I have never felt a body more tantalizing than yours,” he growled, his hand letting go of my hip and sliding over my ass again.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, his thrusts becoming more piercing.

“Tell me,” he hissed “Tell me what you’re feeling?”

I closed my eyes and found myself chewing on my lip, biting into it with every thrust.

“You’ve never fucked like this before, have you?” I panted at last, his hand sliding around to draw circles over my clit.

He groaned but he didn’t answer me.

“You’ve never cared about the girl,” I moaned, his fingers working more vigorously “You never cared if she got off…But you care with me.”

His fingers pinched my clit and he rammed into me so hard, that it literally took my breath as my orgasm nearly toppled me to the ground.

“Bray!” I squealed, his hand jerking my head back against his neck.

His lips danced along my ear as he continued to pound into me.

“Tell me if I’m wrong,” I whispered, enjoying the feeling of him all around me.

He let go of me and I balanced my hands against the door. Two more thrusts and he came inside me. His whole body shaking against mine, satisfied grunts escaping his mouth.

I turned around, pushing my body flush against him.

“Tell me,” I ran my hands along his face.

“Your pleasure,” he danced his fingers up my waist “Is what my body desires.”

He drew my lower lip into his mouth and our kisses started to deepen again. His hand roamed down to my thigh, hooking my leg up around his waist.

“The light has broken through,” he gripped my leg tighter “Slipping into the cracks…Breaking up the darkness.”

That was my answer.

[cutie1365]

Hello Detective Chapter 43

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 1507

masterlist   Part 44  

When you arrived you suspiciously found the door unlocked, and heard voices upstairs.

“Sherlock did you know your door was unlocked–” You said, walking into his sitting room but stopping in your tracks when you saw James Moriarty sitting in Sherlock’s chair.

Sherlock looked to you from John’s chair, a worried look on his face.

“Y/N/N, why don’t you have a seat, join us. Have you told your little friends yet?” Moriarty said, first motioning to the couch then turning his conversation back to Sherlock.

“Told them what?” Sherlock asked, his hands folded in prayer position.

“Why I broke into all those places and never took anything?” James asked.

“No.” Sherlock muttered.

“But you understand.” Jim smirked.

“Obviously.” Sherlock said.

“Off you go, then.” Jim said as he fiddled with an apple and a pocket knife.

“You want me to tell you what you already know?” Sherlock asked.

“No, I want you to prove that you know it.” Jim said, you sat awkwardly on the couch, sitting in the middle of this cock fight.

“You didn’t take anything because you don’t need to. You’ll never need to take anything ever again.” Sherlock said.

“Very good. Because...” James said, urging him to continue.

“Because nothing, nothing in the Bank of England, the Tower of London, or Pentonville Prison could possibly match the value of the key that could get you into all three.” Sherlock said and your eyes went wide.

“I can open any door anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now. They’re all mine,” James began then turned his head to you.

“No such thing as secrecy, I own secrecy.” He smirked at you, you frowned in disgust.

“Nuclear codes, I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey, you should see me in a crown.” James smiled.

“You were advertising all the way through the trail, you were showing the world what you can do.” Sherlock said.

“And you were helping. Big client list. Rouge government, intelligence communities, terror cells. They all want me, suddenly I’m Mr. Sex.” James said, and you saw the disappointed look on Sherlock’s face. He was played by Moriarty, he was inadvertently helping him.

“You could break any bank. What do you care about the highest bidder?” You asked, and he turned to you and smirked before answering.

“I don’t. I just like to watch them all competing. ‘Daddy loves me the best!’ Aren’t ordinary people adorable?” James said before turning back to Sherlock. “Well, you know. You’ve got John, and Y/N/N you’re moderately ordinary. You have feelings, weaknesses, your mind may be a match for Sherlock’s but you let emotions get in the way. Love. How cute, I should get myself a live-in one. It would be so funny.” Jim said, fearful tears were filling up your eyes but not daring to spill.

“Why are you doing this? You don’t want money or power, not really. What is it all for?” Sherlock asked, you could tell he was angry from the way Jim spoke to you.

“I want to solve the problem. Our problem. The final problem. It’s going to start very soon Sherlock. The fall. But don’t be scared. Falling’s just like flying except there’s a more permanent destination.” Jim said, and it gave you chills. Sherlock stood, keeping his composure but you could tell something was off. He was afraid that Moriarty was threatening his one weakness- you.

“I never liked riddles.” Sherlock said, Jim stood too.

“Learn to. Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I owe you.” Jim said cryptically before leaving the room. Sherlock moved to grab the apple that James was messing with. He turned it to reveal that ‘IOU’ was carved into it.

You stood cautiously before speaking, “Sherlock...”

“Leave, I need to think.” Sherlock said, turning his back to you.

“But it’s important.” You said forcefully, preparing to tell him.

“More important than this? Go!” He yelled. You took a step back in shock. He had never spoken to you like this before. Moriarty had angered him, and he thought that by pushing you away he could keep you safe... Little did he know that the safest place for you was right next to him.

You did as he said, and as you closed the door to 221B a sleek black car pulls up. You rolled your eyes and got in the car. Once the car pulled to a stop and you entered the building you noticed the silence in the room and looked around curiously, before a man emerged to take you back to Mycroft.

“Hello Mycroft.” You said as you noticed him.

“Y/N,” he nodded as the door was closed and you were now alone. You noticed a copy of today’s SUN sitting on his table, you picked it up.

“You read this stuff?” You asked with a smile.

“Caught my eye.” He said, you sat down across from him and began scanning the front page. There had to be something about Sherlock in here, otherwise Mycroft would never have bothered with it.

“Saturday, they’re doing a big expose.” Mycroft said, you read the headline. Sherlock: The Shocking Truth. Close Friend Richard Brook Tells All. You read on, Super-sleuth Sherlock Holmes has today been exposed as a fraud in a revelation that will shock his newfound base of adoring fans. The story was written by Kitty Riley.

“She was at the trial, tried to get information from Sherlock and I. Richard Brook? I’m assuming he’s not a school friend.” You said, looking up to Mycroft with a smirk.

“Of Sherlock’s?” He laughed. “But that’s not why I asked you here.”

Mycroft picked up a few files and handed one to you. You opened it and noticed that it was an assassin. He looked oddly familiar.

“Know him?” Mycroft asked.

“No, but he looks familiar.” You said.

“He’s taken a flat in Baker Street two doors down from Sherlock.” Mycroft said, and you read on in the file.

“Sulejmani. Albanian hit squad.” You read.

“Expertly trained killer, living directly between you and Sherlock.” Mycroft said, before handing you some more files. “Dyachenko, Ludmila.”

“Russian.” You said, taking the file. “I’m sensing a pattern here.”

“In fact, four top international assassins relocated within spitting distance of 221B.” Mycroft said.

“You think this is Moriarty?” You asked.

“He promised Sherlock he would come back.” Mycroft said.

“If Moriarty had wanted him dead, then he would be dead.” You argued.

“If not Moriarty, then who?” Mycroft asked, and he had a point, but you didn’t think these assassins were put there to kill Sherlock.

“You know you could just talk to Sherlock, since you’re so concerned about him.” You smiled, knowing he wouldn’t.

“Too much history between us, Y/N. Old scores, resentments.” Mycroft said, you laughed.

“You know one day you two are going to have to get over that. He needs you, maybe now more than ever. He’s pushing me away too. He thinks he can do this on his own but he can’t. Mycroft, you know how much I respect you. But if you can’t be honest with me then I can’t help you. What aren’t you telling me?” You asked him.

“What aren’t you telling me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” You asked surprised.

“Moriarty is obsessed, he’s sworn to destroy his only rival. To get to Sherlock, he might get to you. I know he’s been in contact with you, can I see it?” Mycroft asked, wanting to see the text Moriarty had sent you.

“You already know what it says Mycroft...” You said, looking to the floor.

“Is it true?” He asked. A tear rolled down your cheek.

“I haven’t told Sherlock yet.” You cried. He sat back in his chair and sighed.

“You know what’s coming... Between him and Moriarty. Do me a favor... Don’t tell him.” Mycroft said, surprising you.

“Don’t tell him? Are you serious?” You almost yelled.

“He doesn’t need another distraction.” Mycroft said, but what he meant was it would make it harder for him to let go.

“Trust me, please.” Mycroft begged. You were hesitant, but ultimately, you wanted, needed Sherlock to defeat Moriarty, so if this is what it took.

“What if he deduces it?” You asked.

“He won’t. You and I both know he has trouble reading you, he always has.” Mycroft announced. Your phone buzzed, a text from Lestrade.

Kidnapping, need you now at 221B. Important!

It was typed in a hurry, meaning it must have been someone important. You stood to leave.

“I need to go to work... Mycroft I’m trusting you on this. Prove to me I made the right decision.” You said, leaving the room.

“I always protect my family!” He called after you. That’s when it really struck you. Not only was this Sherlock’s son, but Mycroft’s niece or nephew. He cared about you and this child too.

Part 44  

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