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mycrofts-gunbrella · 4 years ago

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Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Mycroft Holmes x Reader (Part Five)

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Morning had come around a lot quicker than you had hoped it would, the sunlight peeking through the curtains and birds singing outside making drifting back off an impossible task. Though you felt well rested, you simply just didn't want to move anywhere any time soon. Last night had begun with Mycroft shyly placing his hand on your hip as your back pressed close to his chest, but this morning had ended with Mycroft on his back and you with your head resting between his chest and shoulder, hand crossing over with fingers hooked over the pyjama's pocket. You'd never expected to be the type to wake up earlier than Mycroft Holmes, particularly not two days on the bounce, but you wouldn't complain. He looked so peaceful as he slept, the sunlight turning his auburn hair far more ginger, his freckles on his nose matching. You slowly reached one arm backwards, blindly feeling around for your phone on the bedside table and reading through your messages. You grinned seeing a text from Greg and had to fight the small laugh that threatened to escape you.

'Hey, just thought I'd check in on you both and see how you're getting on. I hate to feel pushy but we do really need to start that paperwork, today ideally. Figured I'd pop round later if it's alright- I need a sodding nap first though. Spent the majority of last night receiving phone calls about mysterious activity around St James', load of dodgy cars sending people away, loads of papers.. don't suppose you saw any of that down your way did you, makes life easier?"

Your fingers typed a response- 'Uhh..guilty as charged.. Myc was in jeans and a Who top, daren't be seen by the public..I'll get him to fix it when he's up x'- a grin playing on your face. Yeah okay you felt a little bad, but Greg had dealt with worse. After pressing send, you scrolled further through your notifications, spotting one from John. Nothing major, just checking in and inviting you both over for late lunch, mentioning briefly how it'll do Sherlock some good seeing his brother, even if he doesn't believe it himself- evidently also receiving a message from Greg as he also explained how it would make Lestrade have to do one less visit for paperwork if you popped over a little earlier. Before you could type an answer, you felt Mycroft shift beneath you, stretching out the arm that wasn't trapped beneath your body.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty." You teased, turning your head and placing a small kiss on the Holmes' chin. Mycroft blinked, rubbing his eyes and offering you a 'good morning' in response as he eyed up you typing on your phone.

"Needed to be whisked away to catch a criminal mastermind already?" He asked, sitting up a little as you moved to give him a little more space, his arm still loosely tucked behind your back, though his torso now free.

"Your deductions in the morning are lacking.. though close. Mastermind, but not criminal. John and Sherlock have invited us to late lunch, Greg's popping over to start the first part of paperwork handling, only the basic stuff this time round, so figured it would make it easier on him only having to go to one home before we left." Mycroft breathed deeply, fingers raising to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"I think I'd have rathered the criminal." He spoke, already mentally planning the afternoon, the conversations he would likely have, the way Sherlock would behave. What if he still hadn't forgiven him? It was surprising enough that you had let him off so easily, but Sherlock was different. Sherlock was a Holmes, and someone of whom already had feudal tendencies with Mycroft, it was bound to end terribly. As though you had read his mind, you moved your hand to take his from his face as you noticed his fingertips whitening as he pinched harder.

"Hey, it'll be fine. He doesn't blame you, he's been far too silent for that to be the case. From the way John sounded, it actually seemed more like he was worried about you, though you know he'd never admit that." Mycroft hummed in response, not being able to find the right words to say before reaching over and grabbing his own mobile. "World ending yet?"

"Not yet. Though with any luck, quarrels could happen before lunch." He mused, one side of his mouth raising slightly in a playful smirk.

"Mycroft you can't wish for conflicts amongst empires to get out of a meal with your brother."

"Can't I?" He raised a brow.

"Anthea wouldn't allow it anyway. We're on strict instruction to not go into work for the next couple of weeks, nations be damned. Lunch sounds far more appealing too." You slid yourself out of bed and grabbed one of the bags from Anthea that you brought upstairs last night, taking a handful of clothing items and tucking them under your arm.

"But it isn't lunch, is it? It's LATE Lunch, settled approximately around 3pm, too late for lunch, too early for dinner. It's impractical by any means; you starve yourself at real lunch so you do not ruin your appetite, and then by dinner time you're hungry once again. And if you eat at both of those times as well as the late lunch, your feeding schedules become on par with a bloody Hobbit." You rolled your eyes and headed to the bathroom. "Though you may be more accustomed to such choices given the height similarity between yourself and Mr Brandybuck."

"Cheeky sod, not all of us have glorious Holmesian legs. I'm sure you'll survive a few hours.. Oh, you also owe Greg an apology." You chuckled, opening the message back up and tossing your phone in the general direction of Mycroft's lap before going to get dressed. After reading the message, you heard Mycroft let out a laugh from the other room, the rare kind that you knew made the sides of his eyes crease and his head tip back slightly in amusement; you were sorry you missed it.

Leaving the bathroom, you couldn't help but notice the silk pyjama clad man standing mindlessly in front of his open wardrobe, glancing over each individual item of clothing. Wandering behind him, you moved up on your tiptoes and peered over his shoulder at the rows of suits. You were still dressed relatively comfortably in a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt, which you felt was appropriate for the later meal that would likely be somewhere like Angelo's- but you equally knew that Mycroft's idea of 'comfort' lay within his three pieces, pocket squares and oxfords.

"Don't panic, I'm not going to begrudge you of your precious suits today. You deserve it after actually going through with my wardrobe choice for you.. I didn't actually expect you to do it." You laughed, squeezing his shoulder fondly. "We slept in late again, there's barely any morning left." You commented, glancing over at the clock that read 10:53am. "Can I tempt you in Elevenses, Mr Baggins?" You grinned, your Lord of the Rings reference not being missed by Mycroft. He cast you a playful glare, fighting the urge to childishly poke his two fingers up at you. "What? Not judging my bedside manner this time?"

"It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it solves nothing." He quoted Frodo without hesitation, bastard probably already planned that you'd quip back with something smart and already armed himself with Shire related comebacks. You, in contrast to Mycroft, did have the tendencies to become childish and did opt for the two fingered response, an adoring smile unnaturally paired.

Not many people got to know of Mycroft's little nerdy side, and you took pride in being one of the few that did, though you took more pride in him for being able to easily reel off the quotes. Though he had told you before that The Lord of the Rings trilogy had been his favourite of everything you made him watch, then when he read the books? You wouldn't hear from him for hours at a time while he binge read through them for the tenth time round, and of course you had noticed the varying editions of the three books on his bookshelf in his personal office, rather than lining the shelves in his small library room. If anything, it just made him more endearing.

Though it was nothing compared with his love of Doctor Who. Bless his heart, you had taken him to watch David Tennant's Richard II a few years ago for his birthday and he was insistent on waiting behind after the performance to catch David leaving and got him to sign his special edition box set of his DW seasons. He even had a photo taken with him, his expression being easily comparable to the likes of a child who just got a puppy for Christmas- and, much to his dismay, the photograph had had a prime place on your desk at NSY since the event.

You made your way downstairs, calling out something about making omelettes and leaving Mycroft alone to get ready. His fingers skimmed across the expensive fabrics, tugging out an olive green suit and red tie and pocket square to match. The smell of the food you were preparing began to fill his nose, making his stomach growl as he rushed to the bathroom to get dressed. After removing his pyjama top, Mycroft caught a glance of himself in the mirror, prodding at the pudge of his stomach that settled just over his pyjama bottoms, before sucking in flat and looking again. Maybe he should forego the omelette and just wait until later.. another growl.. okay maybe just a little, just so he didn't raise suspicion. He sighed, stomach relaxing back to its natural state before finishing his morning routine, tugging his trousers up a little higher than usual to tuck away the offending belly fat.

Mycroft had always suffered with his weight, he knew that. He also knew of his past, how he would skip meals, or spend hours upon hours on his treadmill, or the time he was under Doctor Chinnery for just shy of three years following his habits of completing his meals with his fingers down the back of his throat over the toilet just after his job promotions exceeded and he found himself in much higher rankings- public appearance being far more important than any personal preference. Though his eating disorder had improved, the years of therapy didn't miraculously improve his self-confidence. It was one of the many reasons he preferred inviting others for dinners, or at the very least having his days to himself when he knew he would be going out later in the evening. Spontaneous meals out like the one he would be attending in a few hours, or having somebody at home with him while he waited for said meals threw him off balance completely- his usual routine of fasting beforehand as to not appear rude or raise suspicions when he ate in public being disturbed significantly. You knew of his past, deduced it, actually, and had been nothing but supportive, trying your best to convince him for years that he was perfectly healthy and encouraging him to eat better, to actually consume meals. He was thankful, of course he was, but it didn't help his insecurities around you, no matter how welcoming you had been or however many compliments you gave him. His body was covered in stretch marks and areas of loose skin from his weight loss over the years, his chest hair, though scarce, was a coppery ginger and his body was covered in so many freckles he looked like an explosion at a dot to dot factory. It led him to remember the other reason why he had never previously attempted to pursue a relationship with you; if he was disgusted and horrified at the appearance of his nude body then what on earth would you think when that time eventually came around? He daren't even try to imagine your face. You'd worked with Sherlock long enough to have seen him wander around naked and Mycroft had to admit that his brother at least had a body worth parading about in the nude, then there was Gregory who, despite not having an exactly chiseled body, still had the rugged good looks and toned chest- a physique that clearly represented the physical aspects of his occupation- there was no doubt you'd compare him to them and he would come up short every time.

"Myc? You gonna be long? Yours is going to be freezing!" Your voice had knocked him out of his thoughts and he quickly shrugged on the rest of his clothes, straightening his tie in the mirror and plastering on a small smile as he headed downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Apologies.. the cufflinks failed in succession to cooperate at first." You had eyed him suspiciously, knowing that Mycroft had worn enough suits in his lifetime that he could probably find a way to put one on to completion in 5 minutes in the dark with oven mitts on.

"I know I've been so against the suits, but I have to admit that you look incredible.. I think that one's my new favourite." You commented casually, placing a quick kiss to his temple as he sat at the table. "That colour is lovely." He quirked a brow.

"New favourite? You've had old ones?"

"Obviously." Imitating Sherlock. "Charcoal pinstripe with that light blue shirt- brings your eyes out wonderfully... and your bum." You winked, positively enjoying the pink that dusted the man's cheeks, and the way he would open his mouth to speak and then close it before any words came out. In his defence, he was really not used to receiving such compliments. And in your defence, you weren't particularly used to giving them, not like that anyway. You'd blame Greg, he was a terrible influence and an incredible flirt- using his charm to at the very least try and make you laugh when you had shitty days.

You lay his plate in front of him, a coffee to its side, before beginning to tuck into your own meal. You had learned early on that if you didn't wait until Mycroft was able to eat then he likely wouldn't eat at all. While drinking his coffee fairly happily, you hadn't missed that the vast majority of Mycroft's breakfast was still on the plate, cut in smaller pieces and rearranged to appear as though he had eaten more than he truly had. Frowning, you didn't press- knowing better than to point out his behaviour and just being thankful he had eaten anything at all (about a third of the omelette and half a slice of toast if your judgements were correct) but had elected to keep an eye on him. You finished your own food in silence before crossing the cutlery over on your plate and beginning to speak.

"I figured if we left now we could have a bit of time for you to go through the first set of paperwork, Greg should be getting there in the next 10 minutes or so, and then by the time we finish and have a cup of tea it'll be time to go out." You suggested, taking Mycroft's plate to clear away after he had sent a nod to show he was finished. He made a small groan at the need to go at all, but soon acquiesced, sent a text for a car and stood to go to the front door. Tugging on a hoodie, you opened the door and took a step back, the wind shooting in your face and making you scowl. Mycroft made an amused sound and offered you the scarf of his that you had worn last night. Rather than taking the garment, you stood and waited for him to wrap it the same expert way that he had the night before. "I also text Greg to run by my flat and grab my coat so I'll be able to stop stealing your expensive scarves soon.. though this one feels so lovely I may text him again to leave it on the tube." You laughed, stepping back outside once again and walking with Mycroft to the end of the road where a car was waiting. Mycroft had wanted to respond, to make a comment about how he didn't mind letting you wear his things, how he actually quite liked it. But he stayed silent, offering a small smile instead and a soft hand at the small of your back. Mycroft opened the door for you, climbing in after and settling against the plush seats of the lavish car.

As the car began to move you tensed a little, a thought popping into your head.

"Myc.. does Sherlock know yet? About us? I might have hinted at it a little when I spoke to Lestrade earlier but I didn't press.. I just.. I didn't know if you were telling people." You asked awkwardly. Christ it made it sound like you were in some forbidden relationship. Mycroft's jaw clenched a little.

"I wasn't aware it was secret knowledge, if that's what you are asking Y/N. In response to your question, no. I haven't spoken to Sherlock at all since.." He trailed. "And I am not the sort of man to walk into a room and actively announce that kind of thing. But you should know that he will likely deduce it the moment we walk through the door being as you are wearing my clothing, your hair smells like my shampoo and your skin still has traces of the scent of my soap. So if you didn't want anybody to know, then I strongly suggest we rearrange our plans for this afternoon." Who was he kidding? Of course you didn't want people to know that you were actually together now- you would look ridiculous being such a pretty young woman with a man like Mycroft in tow. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. "If you are going to say you could argue the soaps then it would simply be futile, he knows I have your regular brand at your disposal; he'd know you used mine in the form of... sentiment." The last word felt wrong on his tongue now, knowing you had hoped to keep your.. relationship.. behind closed doors. Mycroft Holmes was a very private man, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want knowledge of your relationship to be at least semi-public, having felt a little giddy when you'd chosen to cross that line with him.

"What? No, I wasn't going to talk about the sodding shampoo." You grinned, reaching a hand over to place on his knee. "Jesus Myc, I asked because I didn't know if YOU were comfortable with people knowing. I'm pretty sure everyone inside that flat knew I fancied you the last few years, I'd proudly walk in and show that my pining eventually paid off. I just know you have appearances to keep up and I didn't want to ruin that, or embarrass you in front of Sherlock." For what seemed like the millionth time in the last few days, your words surprised Mycroft. He felt his jaw loosen and he took a breath, moving only to briefly place his hand over yours for a small squeeze and moving back again. You didn't expect him to say much, he was Mycroft Holmes, not Romeo Montague, but the small smile you sent back his way let him know that you understood his thoughts. The drive to Baker Street was only 10 or so minutes from Mycroft's home so you soon arrived in no time at all, the slick black car smoothly pulling up outside number 221.

"I can only hope my dear brother deduces our relationship correctly and doesn't make a vast attempt to embarrass me in front of his peers.. again." Mycroft knocked on the door, his words casting you back to a Christmas you had all shared a couple years ago.

It was a small gathering, consisting of the pair of you, the Baker Street boys, Greg and Mrs Hudson, and a few weeks beforehand, after multiple arguments of whether or not presents should be shared, Mrs Hudson had come up with the wonderful (terrible) idea of secret Santa which, incase you wasn't aware, isn't a fun game when played with two Holmes' that knew everybody's present and Secret Santa before the packages were opened. You had pulled Mrs Hudson and couldn't have been more thrilled, neither could she when she opened her new tea set- a simple floral design decorated its sides, but she was thankful no matter the pattern, the last teapot having been found at the hands of Sherlock housing human eyes. Conveniently enough, Mycroft had pulled your name and elected to subtly buy you a personalised travel mug for work. After you had opened it, Sherlock had scoffed, muttering something along the lines of "Mycroft isn't that shit at buying presents. He bought you a necklace at first but felt too embarrassed to give it to you in such a public setting and panic bought that cup." Continuing on about how Mycroft had put a lot of thought into your original gift and how it was unusual and how it "obviously" meant he favoured you and was attracted to you. Mycroft had left shortly after that, not making eye contact with any of the silent people in the room and climbed into the back of his car, but you had followed suit and clambered in after him- easing the tension by ignoring Sherlock's allegations and giving him the envelope that you had in your pocket. You had told him you had bought him something special anyway, even though he wasn't who you were supposed to buy for, because you cared for and appreciated him- he had opened the envelope slowly and his eyes widened, that rare smile appearing on his face when he was presented with the Richard II tickets. After your exchange Mycroft had given you the necklace anyway, spouting derogatives about his brother's deductions as he did so. It was a small silver chain necklace with a sparkling silver pendant that, upon closer inspection, you had noticed was a police badge.

You smiled fondly at the memory and instinctively placed your hand above your sternum, feeling the small piece of metal beneath your clothing that you hadn't taken off in two years. You turned to face the man beside you a little more, placing a hand on his shoulder and reaching up on your tiptoes to place a lingering kiss on his lips, moving back only when you heard the latch unlock in front of you, and noticing the ever so slight pink tinge to Mycroft's bottom lip from the lip balm you had put on earlier. "That should make it easier to get it right." You commented, fighting the small grin from your face as you noticed Mycroft standing in the same way, lips parted slightly from where your own had been moments ago, a matching pink dusting his cheekbones. The door opened revealing a smug looking Sherlock.

"Be careful Mycroft, you'll catch flies like that if you aren't cautious enough."

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ogsherlockholmes · 3 years ago

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Enola Holmes

I’m going to begin this by saying that this is only my opinion: I am not trying to hate on anyone and if you disagree with me, that’s fine, I don’t want to cause any controversy or argument. This is in no way intended to offend anyone, I just want to express my thoughts, and yes, I realise that this kind of makes me sound like those old men who watch movies and go bUt ThAtS nOt CoMiC aCcUrAte and then make fun of people who weren’t ‘there from the start’. Anyway, back to the point:

Enola Holmes, in my opinion, was not a good movie.

It’s fine if you like it, and I’m not saying that the actors in it are bad at their jobs, but I found it very disappointing (by the way, I do realise it was released a while ago and this is a very late review). I’ve got to be honest, I wasn’t actually expecting that much from it. I don’t really like the trope where they take a famous, fictional, male icon and give him a younger, rebellious, female sibling who is trying to ‘be’ him, then they label it as ‘girl power’. I guess in some ways it could work, but sometimes, it’s just boring.

The plot line wasn’t the most exciting thing, but that’s not the main reason why I disliked the movie. It was how they represented Arthur Conan Doyle’s characters. I get that adaptations of books are not always exact, but Enola Holmes missed out really important features of the characters.

Henry Cavill (an amazing actor, don’t get me wrong) is not at all suited for Sherlock Holmes. When I first heard he was going to play him, I was very confused. Henry Cavill tends to play quite serious, stern roles (he is, after all, Superman), not strange, dramatic detectives with drug-addictions. When I see Henry Cavill, all I can think of is Superman. That’s not his fault, obviously, but the way he played Sherlock was a bit.... I hate to say this.... boring. Also, he wasn’t very smart, which is a very important part of Sherlock’s personality. In the books, John Watson literally describes Sherlock to ‘run around like a dog who is picking up on a scent’ (The Boscombe Valley Mystery) and he literally walks across a rooftop (barefoot) in The Sign of the Four. Sherlock is strange. He has to be unusual, different, ‘quirky’. Serious, at times, yes, but ordinary, no.

Mentioning John Watson, I have to ask, where was he? I don’t know if his absence was explained, but I don’t remember him being in it, at all? Sherlock Holmes and John Watson come together, you don’t get one or the other. Watson is an essential part to Sherlock’s story, you can’t leave him out of any adaptation, otherwise you can’t call it a Sherlock Holmes adaptation. Apparently there is a reference of some kind to him, but it’s very discreet and hardly noticeable.

The next character that disappointed me was Mycroft. Before I say this, I am not trying to bodyshame in any way. But, Mycroft is supposed to be overweight. As in, it’s important for him to be overweight because he is supposed to look different to Sherlock, which Watson notices when they first meet. Mycroft is just as smart as his brother, but he doesn’t like to ‘do the legwork’ on his cases, which is why he’s overweight (I understand that this doesn’t exactly make sense). This obviously isn’t that terrible, but the fact that Mycroft was mainly used as Enola’s annoyed carer who yelled at her and treated her badly was. He was not smart in it, he was just mean. (For reference, Mycroft Holmes is first introduced in The Greek Interpreter.)

Eudoria Holmes was the mother in the movie. In the ACD canon, Sherlock’s mother is never mentioned, so there isn’t really anything to base her character off. However, personally I would expect her to be a somewhat serious woman, since both of her children are so intelligent and one is very high up in the British Government, not at all like the one in Enola Holmes. Eudoria Holmes was closer to what Sherlock should have been. If the movie Sherlock and Mycroft were raised by her, I’d suppose they’d have been very different. I do love Helena Bonham Carter, but I wouldn’t image her as Sherlock’s mother.

I’m not going to say anything else, since there are other things that I didn’t like about the movie, but I think they’re more based on my preference of movies. Again, if you liked the movie, that’s fine, we all have different tastes, I’m not trying to convince you to hate it. I think the costumes were pretty good in it, I wouldn’t watch it again though.

#please dont hate me #sherlock #bbcsherlock #sherlockholmes #arthurconandoyle #enola holmes #mycroft holmes

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saoirse-1887 · 4 years ago

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Okay, time for a rant about Mycroft.

So, to recap, this is largely based around my own headcanons and assumptions about the characters. I have no clue what the hell I’m talking about, so feel free to criticise or add on to my opinions. If you’re not interested in my little rants, please filter the tag ‘saoirse rants about sherlock’.

Alrighty. So, in my little Sherlock universe, Mycroft is more invested than in the actual series/cannon (in this house we disregard canon unless we like it).

His past: Of course, the eldest Holmes kid and the sole protector of Sherlock. Though in his teenage years, he began straying from the loving brother and became the subtly rebellious teen. He disliked the law, learning how to get out of situations with his silver tongue and deduction abilities. Once Sherlock was old enough to understand, he began to teach him his ways: what he’s learned about people, how to read the room, how to pick apart his enemies and determine who to take as allies. Though as soon as he leaves for Uni, Sherlock is left behind and is confused. He gets himself beat up for mouthing off at the wrong people, being too cocky, but Mycroft would always come back if he was needed, and they kept a strong bond until Sherlock was in secondary school. That was when he started breaking laws, rebelling against their parents, doing substances.

They slowly drifted apart until Sherlock ended up in the hospital because of the abusive relationship he gained in university. Then their bond became stronger than ever, Mycroft keeping a closer eye on his brother, while Sherlock did more for him in terms of detective work and gathering vital information. When Mycroft turns 32, he becomes head of the British Security Force where he meets the captain of MI6, Kirk Manning, an English-Korean military man who captivated the elder Holmes almost immediately. Though frowned upon from higher-ups, they started a relationship, and then a few years later at 38, they married, Kirk being only two years younger. They adopted a girl who was 6 at the time, her mother was killed during one of the MI6 raids on an enemy camp in London. Kirk managed to talk Mycroft into taking her in.

They lived happily in Wellington as a small family, Sherlock visited regularly, taking care of their daughter when they wanted to go out for an afternoon, but one day, shortly after taking occupation at Scotland Yard, Sherlock wasn’t available. So, they called in a caretaker to watch after Saoirse, she was 11 at the time, while they were out on a date night. Sometime around 12 am, they were heading home when they got a call from the caretaker.

The house was broken into and they took her.

They rushed to the Security headquarters to find her as soon as possible. When they located her, the captors demanded official pardons from Mycroft and a total of £100.000 in untraceable cash or else they would kill Saoirse. Kirk led a team with Mycroft as a distractor with fake pardons and money while they retrieved Saoirse. It went completely wrong. They were caught before saving the girl, the captors shot at her, but Kirk took the bullet. Dying to save her.

Sherlock looked after the two after his death. Saoirse wouldn’t speak at all, even when playing, holding silence for a year afterwards. Mycroft recovered after a few months, and being able to take care of their daughter, the girl Kirk sacrificed his life to save. It was hard on the whole Holmes family, mummy and dad Holmes were broken by his loss, Sherlock lost a very kind brother, Mycroft lost his husband, Saoirse lost her pops.

After that day, Mycroft erased the existence of Saoirse in all digital records, keeping only paper copies of her documents. Once she was put into school systems, he did away with her middle names and the surname Holmes. Angela Saoirse Daisy Holmes was then known as Angela Davidson, Kirk’s mother’s maiden name. She was only known as Saoirse Holmes to her family.

Fast-forward to three years after Sherlock meets John: Saoirse’s graduated university for her degree in forensics and she applies to work in NSY. She’s assigned to a unit led by Greg Lestrade

Then you know… Greg and Mycroft sleep together and Sherlock is absolutely offended.

(Next up is John, I’m gonna pick him apart)

Once again, interaction is encouraged and I would love to hear your opinions on these theories and personal headcannons of mine!

#saoirse says things sometimes #sherlock holmes #sherlock #221b johnlock #221b #john watson #mycroft #mycroft holmes #mycroft or greg #sherlock oc #headcannons #saoirse rants about sherlock

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morganeuk · 6 years ago

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The Doctor & the Librarian. (Sherlock AU)

Part 4: Want to meet?

(Read Part 3: The British Government interferes on Tumblr)

(Read Part 2: Brainy is the new sexy on Tumblr)

(Read Part 1: Kissing is not required on Tumblr)

Summary: After talking online with a flirty doctor from London, Sherlock - librarian at Oxford University - can't stop thinking about him! It won't do! Fortunately, Lestrade asked his help on a case. But poor Sherlock can't work with Anderson... don't worry, he knows the perfect substitute!

In his brother's private sedan, Sherlock remained silent for the hour-long drive back to London. His brother, content that he was back to a somewhat 'normal' version of himself whatever the reason, respected the privacy of his thoughts. He was overall satisfied with his younger brother's relationship with DI Lestrade. The NSY officer was now asking for Sherlock's assistance on a more regular basis, forcing the librarian to skip work on occasion. Of course, as Mycroft was a schoolmate with the dean of the university, Sherlock's job would never be in jeopardy as long as he wanted it. The older Holmes' end goal was of course that Sherlock ceases playing at being a librarian! The thing with Doctor Watson may also become a positive influence in his life, possibly even bring him back to a more active role against our enemies...

Once in front of Lauriston Garden, the crime scene where Lestrade is expecting him, Sherlock leaps out of Mycroft's car as soon as he can. Even though he wasn't expecting any thanks from his younger brother, the government man was irritated by his sibling's attitude. But, as usual, he brushed it off and instructs his chauffeur to continue to his club and let the DI deal with him.

A vast police perimeter was surrounding a disaffected building. Once beautiful flats, the edifice was now abandoned and surrounded by junk. Passing under the yellow tape, Lestrade's assistant Donovan spots him at once. "What are you doing here, Freak? Shouldn't you been sorting books in a basement somewhere?" Sally Donovan despised Sherlock to a fault. His condescending attitude towards NSY and the fact that he was nearly always bloody right, was a personal affront to her.

The hostility was cut short by the arrival of Lestrade who motioned the young man to follow him inside. "Hi Sherlock, thanks for getting here so quick... How's village life?" The DI, still wanting to convince Sherlock to return to the city, was always teasing the detective about Oxford.

"It's as charming as always, Geof, how's your adoring wife?" the amateur detective replied with an innocent smile. He knew perfectly well that Lestrade's wife was having affair after affair, despite Lestrade's wish to save their marriage. Sherlock knew he was treading on dangerous territory, but the teasing about Oxford and his 'desk job' was getting old so... Fair game. Lestrade, not mentioning that he effectively found his wife with one of her co-workers a few days before and that his bloody name is Greg, turns on his heel and strides toward the entrance of the building. "Who's on forensic?" Sherlock asks before moving a step further.

"... Anderson." The DI sighs heavily "Could you please just this once try to ignore his shortcomings and work together!" He knows that Anderson and Holmes are far from being friends, but he had hoped... But it was too late, Sherlock was already on the defensive, not wanting to deal with the man.

"He won't work with me, and you know it!"

"Stop nagging him about everything and he will!" An exasperated Lestrade retorted, finally losing his temper.

"He's useless, I can't use any of the photographs he takes, not a single one of his ridiculous analyses... His 'work' is utter garbage!" Of course, Anderson chose that moment to walk out of the building and overheard everything. The loathing between them was mutual and obvious to everyone around them.

It won't do... Sherlock sighs internally.

"Do as you want, but you'll have to deal with Anderson, I have no one else." and the DI went inside, leaving Holmes outside.

Argggg! GOD! This is a good one, a serial killer I'm certain of it... But Anderson... I can't do it... But I have no other option, I need a medical opinion... A flash of a blond doctor, not remotely annoying, and cleverer than most passes in front of his eyes. Taking out his phone, he texts without even thinking.

I'm in London. Want to meet? - SH

The reply comes quickly.

Sherlock? - JW

Know anyone else with this phone number? - SH

Sorry, stupid question. ;-) - JW

When? - JW

Now. 3 Lauriston Garden. Ask for Lestrade. - SH

Lauriston Garden? Is this a restaurant? Who's Lestrade? - JW

Sherlock? - JW

But it was too late, Sherlock was already inside, following the DI up a circular staircase. A bickering Anderson tried to block the way and slow them down, not wanting Sherlock anywhere his corpse. After a few long minutes, they were finally able to access the third floor where an apartment was highly illuminated by huge spotlights. Before entering the room, Lestrade slowly and carefully puts on a coverall and gloves before asking Sherlock to do the same. With an exasperated look, the young man advanced towards the corpse, being careful to not touch anything.

"I can give you two minutes," Lestrade explains, knowing that bringing an amateur consultant on a crime scene can cause him problems.

Ignoring the DI, the young man murmurs dismissively "May need longer..."

"Her name’s Jennifer Wilson according to her credit cards. We’re running them now for contact details. Hasn’t been here long. Some kids found her."

In the middle of the room, Sherlock's focus turns to the woman in pink. Everything in pink. What an awful gaudy shade of pink, Sherlock mused, followed by I wonder if John, Dr. Watson, is coming... Distracted by the idea of John being there with him, he can't restrain his instinct to snap at the policemen around him."Shut up!"

An offended Lestrade protested, "I didn’t say anything!"

"You were thinking. It’s annoying." Sherlock, closing himself to anything outside the body in front of him, stays silent for many minutes while Lestrade checked his watch anxiously.

From the bottom of the stairs, they heard Donovan below. "Boss! Someone here, he said he's looking for you! It's about the Freak!"

Sherlock's heart somersaults... John!

Less than half an hour before, John was relaxing in his flat. Drinking tea and eating biscuits Mrs. Hudson made earlier. He was trying to focus on his book but it was at no avail. Last night conversation with William, no Sherlock!, was still fresh in his mind. Oh My God... I can't believe it... He was actually there, at the end of whatever connects computer together! He texted with me and let me flirt with him without evaporating in the night. Sherlock... More precisely Sherlock Holmes. An unusual name, for an unusual man... He discovers little on the Internet, but enough to convince him that the name was real. He was listed as a librarian in the university directory. There he is, in black and white, 'Sherlock Holmes, BChem MLIS' . He found two blogs under the name, one about data mining - the concept of being able to program a computer to actually read and analyze a text if he understands it correctly! - and one about the science of deduction. That was different... but he reminds himself how quickly the librarian deduced he was an ICU doctor. John was wondering what else the man would be able to find if they meet. Curiously, he was unable to find an image of him, there was nothing that could tell him what the man looked like.

As he puts down his mug, his phone chimes with an elegant group of violin notes. Taken by surprise, his mug misses the table and crashes to the floor. It was Sherlock's ringtone! Putting away the thought of how pathetic to have a special ringtone for a man you never meet... He opens his phone.

I'm in London. Want to meet? - SH

His positive reply was instantaneous as a brilliant YES crossed his mind! He took five minutes to brush his teeth and refresh is after-shave, changed his t-shirt for a nicer shirt and flew down the stairs to find a cab. The less than 5 miles trip to Lauriston Garden (Where the hell am I going?) was done in record time as John offered a generous bonus to the cabbie. Less than 25 minutes after Sherlock's mysterious text, he was in front of... an old decrepit building with half a dozen police cars and yellow tape everywhere. He walks up to a woman who was managing the scene, phone in hand. "Excuse me, officer, I'm looking for..." John reads the text again, "Lestrade?"

"Who are you? Why do you want to talk to the DI? Are you a bloody journalist? We have nothing to declare for now!" She turns her back to John and starts to talk on her phone.

"I am Doctor John Watson. This was the instruction that I received, to ask for Lestrade. Maybe it would help you if I told you that I am here to see Sherlock Holmes?" John was unsure of what was happening, but he was certain that he would fight for the chance to meet the man he has dreamed of for the last three days!

"Holmes? What do you want with the 'Freak'?" Donovan was now surveying John with a curious gaze. "Do you know him? Are you a... friend?" The mere idea of Holmes having a friend brings a laughing tone to Donovan's voice.

Without knowing the woman, the doctor instantly hates her with a passion. What's her problem? He decided to omit the fact that he has never seen the man and simply reply "Yes, I am a friend and he texted me to join him here. If you are unable to help me, I can talk with your superior, DI Lestrade?." He used what he called his captain voice to snap the woman out of her sarcastic attitude.

Donovan, out of arguments and under the influence of John's commanding voice, lifted the yellow tape and leads Watson to the base of the stairs, then yells for Lestrade. She shows Watson the stairs and simply muttered "third floor," before leaving him alone.

Looking at the flights of stairs, John screams inside. Of course, it's on the third floor. His leg was doing better and he had left his walking stick at home, but fifty-ish steps... that was a challenge. Putting his hand on the rail, he starts the ascension that will bring him to, he hopes, Sherlock Holmes.

At Donovan's announcement, Sherlock, to Lestrade's astonishment, was having difficulty containing himself. He jumped up from the floor where he was nearly sprawled on, removed any lint on his already spotless coat, passed a nervous hand in his curly hair, and withdrew further in the room. Not knowing what to do... What's happening? Is this the man Mycroft mentioned? If so, this is going to be funny!

John, now on the landing of the third floor, inhaled and exhaled profoundly, trying to relax and compose himself. He walks in the room and, seeing Lestrade first, he was impressed by the stature of the man, his silver fox look, his smart and cocky smile but... he was also disappointed. The man, disregarding the protective kit he was wearing, didn't have the elegant and posh demeanour he imagined. He was a nice looking man and seemed friendly but John's gut didn't react at all. He was a regular bloke with whom he can go to the pub for a beer or two, but nothing more... no 'sparkles'. Kind of sad, his expectations were maybe too high, he extends his hand to the man. "Hi, I'm John Watson, nice to meet you...".

Lestrade politely takes John's hand before putting the poor man out of his misery. "Hi, John, nice to meet you, too. I'm DI Greg Lestrade... You're here to meet Sherlock if I'm right?" and he turns towards Sherlock who had frozen in a corner of the room where the doctor can't see him. John, following Lestrade's gaze, understands his mistake and finds Sherlock's eyes that were gazing at him reverently. Hypnotized by the grey and blue eyes that were watching him, he registered unconsciously the tall elegant frame, the soft curly hair...

Oh God, I'm in deep trouble.

Read the rest of the story here! http://archiveofourown.org/series/770607

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dre--scape · 6 years ago

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Confessions (Sherlock x reader)

FWOOMP IM BACK MY PEEPS || it may look like i’m inactive but i’m really just procrastinating on homework so i’m active almost all the time but i take so long to write,,, i’m so so sorry ;-;

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1702

Request by anon (a long frikin time ago): Could I request a Sherlock x reader high school au? Thanks ❤️

Summary: Childhood friendships can become very confusing.

Requests are open!

Warnings: slight cursing (two words at most), smidge angst(?)

It was quite funny actually, seeing Sherlock Holmes hang out with you, (Y/N) (L/N).

The sarcastic and -often considered- rude teenager hanging out with the open and charming teen. Most people found it weird, some found it endearing, and others made bets on how long it would take for you two to eventually go your separate ways.

You merely laughed at that. Go separate ways after knowing Sherlock? God, life would be so boring after that. Look at you, imitating your best friend’s vernacular. It was only natural for you to pick up his little tells and habits.

“Sherlock! Watson!” You shouted as you spotted them down the hall.

They both looked up and saw you running towards them, making a scene out it. John could’ve sworn you slapped Sally Donovan on the way there and Sherlock smirked.

“You guys looked like you were going to leave me in this hell hole.” You pouted and Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Well you were three minutes late,” He pointed out. “John insisted we wait for you.” A small grin tugged at your lips as you looked over to John.

“I’ve found my new best friend!” You exclaimed, pulling John into a hug. “Don’t get carried away, (Y/N),” John chuckled, rubbing your arm. “I’m with Mary, remember?” The man laughed as you nodded into his chest. “I said best friend, I never said boyfriend,” You mumbled then pulled away.

Sherlock glanced between the two of you and sighed. “Now (Y/N), if you would stop flirting with a taken man,” The taller boy suddenly spoke and both you and John turned to look at him. “Mother is expecting us at home.” You turned to John.

“You’re not coming?” The blond shook his head and smiled. “I promised to take Mary out tonight,” He said and you grinned. “Such a romantic,” You sighed teasingly, placing a hand over your heart. “Oh well,” Sighing, you took a hold of Sherlock’s hand. “Give Mary our best wishes.” You smiled before you felt Sherlock try and pull his hand out of your grip. John saw this and watched in amusement.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Sherlock asked, attempting to tug his hand away. “And don’t forget to use protection!” You called out, ignoring and dragging the taller man behind you.

“(Y/N)!” A smirk tugged onto your lips as you heard John shout in annoyance.

“Why are you holding my hand?” Sherlock reiterated and you shrugged. “It’s cold.” You said simply. “You’re wearing gloves.” He looked down at your intertwined hands and you huffed in defeat. “Fine.” You reluctantly let go of his hand and your hand limply fell to your side.

“Thank you,” He stated and he pulled out his phone from his pocket. “My mother is asking what kind of tea you were thinking of today,” Sherlock said as he checked his screen. “Any,” You mumbled, keeping your stare straight ahead.

He quickly observed the way your hands fidgeted subtly, the slight frown on your face and the small shiver that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Sherlock sighed in resignation.

You weren’t really paying attention. Sherlock obviously didn’t allow physical affection and no affection at all. Hell, he didn’t show anyone any kind of affection. You were no exception.

That was until you felt a warm hand wrap around yours.

Your eyes snapped up to an indifferent Sherlock, who continued walking like he wasn’t holding your hand. You turned your head away from Sherlock, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Are you tired?” You looked up at Sherlock as he rung the doorbell. “Maybe,” You muttered, a large yawn quickly following. He chuckled as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Maybe?” He asked, a slight edge of teasing could be detected in his voice. “Okay, just a little,” You admitted quietly.

“Where the hell are they?” He mumbled, ringing the bell then knocking furiously on the door with his free hand. “Just use the key to your own home, Holmes.” You giggled tiredly at your own joke which caused Sherlock to roll his eyes once again. “You are very tired.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You muttered as soon as the door opened. “(Y/N)! Sherlock!” His mum greeted as you let go of Sherlock’s hand. “Mrs. Mum!” You cheered, enveloping her in a hug.

Sherlock huffed out in amusement as all your energy returned. “Come now, we have an array of teas for you to choose!” You laughed sheepishly and waved your hand. “I would’ve been fine with any, I’m sorry for causing you a hassle.” You apologized as she stepped aside to let you in.

“Oh, nonsense!” She exclaimed, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. “You are less of a hassle than my own two sons.” You both laughed and she ushered you in the direction of the kitchen. Sherlock tried to follow until his mum cleared her throat.

He turned around to face his mother, her arms folded. “Aren’t you forgetting anything?” Sherlock scoffed softly, but still gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. “Hello to you too, Sherlock,” She said sternly but lovingly.

“Thank you so much for everything, Mrs. Holmes.” You smiled as she pulled you into a hug. “Of course, honey,” She returned the gesture before pulling away. Your gaze turned upwards towards Sherlock.

You grinned and held out your hand. “Since your mum told you to bring me to the station,” The taller boy sighed before grabbing your hand reluctantly. “Bye Mr. Dad! Bye Mycroft!” You announced, waving your hand animatedly. You saw Mycroft’s eyes travel down to your interlocked hands and a sly smirk spread across his lips. “Goodbye, (Y/N),” The older brother said, nodding his head your way. You stuck your tongue out and smiled graciously at Mr. Holmes before dragging Sherlock out of his home.

“Y’know,” You started, staring up into the rare sight of a starry sky. “I could’ve walked to the station alone.” Sherlock scoffed and looked around at the small town he came to memorize by walking alongside you, “Well, mother would’ve had my head if I let you walk here alone at night, and your grip on my hand isn't much of a help either,” You laughed and swung your arms softly.

Sherlock chuckled at the childish gesture but let you continue anyway.

A few minutes passed before you spoke up. “Why do you do this?” Sherlock turned his attention to you and you huffed in slight amusement.

“Do what-”

“That.”

Now he was genuinely confused, not like he’d ever admit it though.

“Why do you do things differently with me?” You asked as you slowed your pace, letting go of Sherlock’s hand. “You allow me to hold your hand and get intimately friendly, we rarely quip, and hell,” You paused for emphasis. “You give me your attention after I ask one question when it takes John a murder and a breakup!” Your teeth clamped down on your tongue before you tilted your head back, closed your eyes and sighed.

Sherlock noticed how your jaw tightened and how your breathing pattern changed. “We’ve known each other for years, (Y/N), of course I’m going to know everything about you,” He chuckled. “I’m going to know how you like physical attention or how you noticeably get irked everytime you can’t think of an intelligent riposte to an insult,” He watched as your eyes opened, suddenly glossed over.

“Did I offend you?” He asked almost immediately after noticing your response to his observations. “I’m terribly sorry about-”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Sher.”

He froze. You never called him that since year 7.

“You think you know every detail about everyone and every little thing,” You let out a ghost of a laugh. “But you really don’t.” You quickly wiped away a tear from your eye and quickly glanced at Sherlock who obviously noticed it. “I guess I’m just that great of an actor, right?” Sherlock tilted his head, giving away his knowledge of knowing he was dumbfounded.

More tears followed, one after the other, and you merely laughed bitterly. “Goddamn teenage hormones,” You cursed softly. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Sherlock Holmes.”

The aforementioned teen felt a squeeze in his chest. “I’ve fallen in love with your stupid hair and your stupid vocabulary,” He could tell you were running out of the air in your lungs by the crack in your voice. You were close to crying.

“I didn’t want to fall in love with you,” You cried. Sherlock felt the squeeze again when you said that. Was it possible he was actually hurting because of your words? “I really didn’t want to fall in love with someone who wouldn’t love me back!” Your legs gave out from under you and you collapsed to your knees. Sherlock quickly kneeled down to your height before pulling you into a hug.

You continued to cry into his shoulder, both of you ignoring the harsh weather of London.

“It’s alright,” He soothed, stroking your hair. “It’s too cliché,” You mumbled into his coat. “The best friend from childhood falls in love with the main character,” A sour chuckle escaped your lips before pulling away from his embrace.

A biting smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at Sherlock. “God,” You scoffed and Sherlock returned your gaze. “This is like some cheesy romance fanfic I would read back in year 7,” Both you and Sherlock laughed softly and you buried your face in his shoulder again.

“This won’t change anything, right Sherlock?” You sounded so tired, he wasn’t sure if it was even you who spoke. “My confession won’t change anything?”

Sherlock felt your body start to shake and he pulled you in closer. “No,” He whispered, placing a careful hand on your head. “It won’t change anything except my train of thought.” Your head popped up, eyes wide with worry.

“I’m sorry! We can just ignore-” A chaste kiss to your nose cut you off and you only stared at the boy in front of you, who donned a cheeky grin.

“You’re going to be very distracting, (Y/N) (L/N).”

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imagines-so-what-if · 7 years ago

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I is for Impressing You

Headcanon and scenarios for Sherlock, Mycroft, and Moriarty

The prompt: How he tries to impress you.

Genre: Fwuff.

Rating: K+

Reader type: Quiet, patient, shy

SHERLOCK MASTERLIST

Headcanons for Sherlock trying to impress you.

Bby boy is all about trying to impress you with his deductions. It’s his pride and joy, after all!

He’ll absolutely put down others in front of you (especially Anderson).

“Were you born without a brain or did you lose it when s/he entered the room?”

“How that tiny little brain of yours is developed enough for you to speak is a scientific miracle.”

Will call everyone else but you an idiot.

Might unintentionally insult you by deducing you.

Loves explaining things to you. Even if you know the answer he’ll still enjoy telling it to you.

Embodiment of sass and sarcasm.

Will attempt to succeed in whatever interests you (for example if you’re big into cooking he’ll try to make an elaborate dish for you).

He’ll drag you along on his cases so you have more chances to be impressed by him.

Sherlock scenario

You hovered near the back of the crime scene beside John. You were technically a civilian so you really shouldn’t be there, but Sherlock had effectively dragged you along with him and John. Still, you didn’t want to accidentally contaminate evidence or cause an issue with the already irritated officers, so you tried to stay out of the way to the best of your ability.

Sherlock was kneeling beside the body, his eyes rapidly moving about as he examined it.

Without looking up he snapped, “Shut up, Anderson.”

The man who had walked into the crime scene just then halted. He was beside you so you could clearly see the flush of anger on his cheeks. “I haven’t even said anything!”

“I can hear your lecherous thoughts about Y/N. Remove yourself before you waste any more of the air here.”

At the word lecherous you blushed bright red in embarrassment. The man named Anderson stammered out, “I was not!”

You shuffled a couple steps away from him and he threw you a look of disbelief.

“Leave,” Greg sighed. “You’ll only rile him up.”

The man looked thoroughly offended and gave Greg a scathing look of disapproval, but he did turn around leave.

Greg turned to look at Sherlock and asked, “Well?”

“Solved it,” Sherlock said brusquely, abruptly standing back up. “Ridiculously easy, I’m sure you could figure it out on your own within a month or so.”

“So what happened?” You asked hesitantly.

Sherlock looked at you, fixing you with his sharp blue eyes. He took a deep breath and then launched into a huge monologue explaining how the victim was obviously killed by her sister. He listed such minor and seemingly unimportant clues but which all added up to the big revelation. You couldn’t help but be impressed by his deduction and you exclaimed at the end, “That’s amazing! You’re so brilliant, Sherlock.”

His lips twitched and he cocked his head. “Well, yes.”

“If this was so easy why did it catch your attention?” John asked, struggling not to grin at Sherlock.

Sherlock glared seethingly at him. “How could I have known it would be so alarmingly easy before coming here?”

“Well I mean you first rejected coming here and then all of a sudden Y/N shows up and suddenly it’s a fascinating case—”

“Your memory is failing you, Watson,” Sherlock snapped. “Case is solved, end of story.” Then he looked back over at you, blue eyes burning into your own. “You haven’t eaten yet, but you’re hungry. Let’s go.”

“O-Okay,” you managed to get out before Sherlock grabbed your hand and dragged you away again.

You could hear John and Greg’s laughter behind you.

Headcanons for Mycroft trying to impress you

Mycroft is subtle with how he impresses you. He’s not one for grand gestures or drama.

He already knows he’s an impressive man, and he’s certain you already know it, too.

That being the case there are times where he can’t resist showing off. For example he might play a strategy game against his brother or someone else you know of high intelligence (chess for example) and you “coincidentally” walk in on him winning.

He’ll prepare elaborate meals for you and not tell you he made them until after you’ve already praised them.

He’ll subtly steer conversations so he can slip in some of his impressive feats.

He will without a doubt casually put down anyone he views as competition when you’re in earshot.

Backhanded compliments are his bread and butter for this.

“Oh, yes the report looks extremely put together considering it was done by a primary school child.”

“A truly fascinating story. You’ve almost been upgraded from imbecile to a vaguely interesting imbecile.”

“What a charming mind you have! Thinking for an instant s/he would take any sort of interesting in you. My, I wish I could experience such wild delusions like you.”

Mycroft scenario

You were returning home after a long day of errands, expecting to find it empty. To your delight, however, you saw the lights were on in Mycroft’s study. As soon as you entered your home you could smell something absolutely delicious dominate most of the house.

You wanted to go to the kitchen to see what new lovely creation Mycroft made, but you were more excited to see your husband.

With a skip in your heart you moved quickly through the halls, slowing down as you heard Mycroft’s voice along with someone else’s. It sounded like his brother, but that would have been odd. Sherlock didn’t typically visit Mycroft (if anything it was the other way around, or you playing messenger for them).

Still, stranger things have happened.

You walked in on the library, surprised to find that the lovely smell was also coming from it. You immediately spotted a decadent cake—your favorite kind!— and you felt your stomach sing praises at that.

“... Checkmate, brother mine.”

“Tt.”

Reluctantly, you looked away from the mouth-watering cake and over at Sherlock and Mycroft. The two were sitting opposite of one another at Mycroft’s gorgeous chess table. Sherlock was perched on the edge of the chair and looked, for all intents and purposes, like an angry kitten told it was time to take a bath. Mycroft on the other hand was perfectly at ease with a small bemused smile on his face.

Both men looked up at your entrance. Sherlock glaring and Mycroft’s eyes gleaming. “Welcome home, my dear.”

“Thank you,” you returned. “Sherlock, everything okay? You hardly come here.”

“A little wager, that’s all,” Mycroft smoothly answered on his brother’s behalf. “He lost, though, and now he has to pay up. The case file will be by the front door. Do you require assistance—?”

“I know where the front door is,” Sherlock snapped, standing up with grace and grabbing his coat off the back of the chair. He tilted his head towards you. “Good evening, Y/N.”

“Be safe going home,” you said, patting Sherlock on the shoulder as he brushed past you. Then you turned back towards Mycroft, gesturing towards the cake. “Whatever is the occasion?”

“Oh, nothing really,” Mycroft hummed, standing up from his chair and straightening out the nonexistent crinkles in his coat. “A new recipe. Care to try?”

“Mycroft I know it’ll be heavenly. You’re always such an amazing cook.”

“Of course, of course,” he demurred, “but can’t a man want to his impress you?”

You blushed, smiling shyly at him. “We’ve been married for five years, Mycroft...”

“Time won’t change my desire, my dear. I will always want to impress you.”

Headcanons for Moriarty trying to impress you

This guy is all about grand gestures.

He’ll buy you expensive things and fly you out to random and exotic places. He’ll arrange fireworks to cover the London sky; he’ll rent out an amusement park for a whole day (or more) for you; he’ll take you to ridiculously expensive places.

It’s easy to show off with money and it’s one of the few things he’s comfortable doing. Everyone has a price, right?

Still that won’t be enough. Sure you could be impressed with the wealth he’s accumulated but that doesn’t mean you’re impressed with him. He’ll show off his intellect at every chance he gets.

He’ll manipulate events and conversations to his benefit. He’ll want every interaction you have him with to leave you in awe.

He’ll base it off of your interests. Interested in writing? Coincidentally he’s published a few books. Like to cook? Oh, wow, guess who’s won a Michelin star. Big fan of whatever fandom? Guess who’s buying the franchise.

Everything he does and says will be over the top.

(If you’ve been with him long enough he’ll actually start to compete against himself over past actions to impress you.)

He will absolutely brag about his criminal achievements and particularly elaborate plots.

Moriarty scenario

It was still early on in your relationship with him. You’d been friends with Jim for a few years now, but your relationship was mostly through online messages. You hadn’t met him in person until a week ago when you moved to London.

It was actually rather odd. You were miraculously offered your dream job! And amazingly enough a crazy cheap (it was almost exactly as much as you could afford for a flat without having to live paycheck to paycheck) flat in a gorgeous neighborhood (frankly you didn’t believe the pricing given to you could really be it because it was so beautiful).

When you had moved into the new home (somehow a lot of your old stuff got destroyed by the movers on the way so they paid you ten times the price it was worth to replace so in addition you got brand new furniture that you sorely needed) you almost instantly got a message from Jim asking to meet in real life.

The meeting had been brief since you had to get ready for work—he met you at a cute little café near your new home—but absolutely delightful. The two of you instantly connected and you were enamored by his brilliant mind and charming wit.

You had only been able to meet up a few more times after that until tonight.

Tonight was first “proper” date with him.

Now you knew Jim was wealthy (he was upfront about that after the two of you became friends) but that didn’t matter to you. You liked Jim for his addicting personality and you loved talking with him.

Still, you were caught off guard by how crazy expensive the restaurant was that he had taken you. It was in the heart of London and everyone was elegantly dressed.

You felt oddly out of place there, but Jim was quick to put you at ease with his warm banter.

The two of you sat down at a small little table. It was lit by candlelight and the music and conversation swelled around you.

“What do you think?” he asked, leaning towards you across the table.

“I-It’s gorgeous. Certainly very busy though, isn’t it? They must be constantly booked,” you replied, looking around. Every table was filled, after all.

“Is it too loud for you? Too many people?”

It was a bit intimidating being surrounded by so many beautiful and obviously rich people, but you didn’t want to say that out loud. He was treating you, after all. It would be rude to speak ill of his choice.

“Oh, I wouldn’t—”

Moriarty smiled charmingly at you, a gleam in his eyes. Something about his gaze made your voice fall silent. With great care and grace he lifted up his wine glass and gently tapped his spoon against it. On the third chime everyone else in the restaurant fell silent.

Then in the next second they all got up and filed out. You watched them leave with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. Within the minute the restaurant was entirely silent save for the sound of the candles flickering.

Moriarty watched you with that same smile on his face. “Better, my dear?”

“U-Um—wow.”

He winked. “Oh don’t say that so soon. I’ll give you a real reason for that praise later tonight.”

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make-me-imagine · 8 years ago

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Request: Would you write an Mycroft x reader x Sherlock (best friend) imagine where the reader works in a chemistry lab and is not taking good care of herself (losing weight, working long hours, dealing with a lot of stress). Some Holmes fluff. - I’m assuming that it’s a reader x mycroft relationship wise and Sherlock is the best friend - hopefully that’s right

Characters: Mycroft x Reader x Sherlock (Platonic)

Gender: Any/Neutral Triggers: Mentions of weight loss

Words: 895

Sherlock huffed out a breath as he approached your lab after hanging up the phone again. You had yet to pick up, so Sherlock decided to come see you. You weren’t at your flat, which meant you had to be at your lab.

Mycroft tapped his finger on his umbrella impatiently as they approached your lab. He had stopped by your flat but it appeared that you hadn’t been home for at least a day. And you didn’t answer his phone calls. He was worried.

Sherlock glanced at the car that pulled up in front of him, stopping in his tracks when he saw his brother getting out “Of course” he said sighing.

Mycroft looked up upon hearing the familiar voice “Ah, Sherlock. What are you doing here?”

“Guess” Sherlock said continuing towards the lab doors

Mycroft rolled his eyes as he quickly caught up with his brother “Have you seen y/n lately?”

“Two days ago” was all he responded

“I’m worried about them. They haven’t been to their flat in a while and haven’t been picking up my phone calls” Mycroft said, still nervous

“Yes, I know. That’s also why I’m here” Sherlock said, sparing a glance at Mycroft, seeing the nervous look on his face.

Even if he didn’t get along entirely well with his brother he was glad that if he was in a relationship with anyone it would be you. He could stand you. He actually liked you. You were friends. Which is one of the reasons he is worried for you as well.

Entering the lab they both started scanning over the heads to find your familiar face. Not seeing you they started walking towards the lift.

Once inside Mycroft spoke again “y/n’s loosing weight. Though I suppose you’ve already noticed”

“Yes” Sherlock said before turning towards his brother “Is y/n working on an important experiment that might require long hours?”

“I’m not sure. But knowing y/n, everything is important” Mycroft said quickly stepping out of the elevator as soon as it opened.

As they approached your lab they stopped to watch you.

You hadn’t heard the lift ding as it opened, or the footsteps of the men that came towards your office. You were too busy, you didn’t care. As you were staring down at your work you froze when you heard someone clear their throat, a sound you were familiar with.

Looking up, you spoke quietly “Mycroft. Sherlock”

Sherlock and Mycroft looked you up and down. Mycroft didn’t need Sherlock’s deduction skills to see something was wrong with you. Your clothes were baggy and appeared looser due to your weight loss, you had bags under your eyes and your hair was a mess.

“Y/n” Mycroft said slowly as he approached “When was the last time you went home?” his voice was laced with concern.

“After you dropped me off after our date yesterday” you said smiling at him, as if it was no big deal.

“Darling..that was two nights ago” Mycroft said walking closer.

“What?” you asked confused “No, that was...that-” you looked up at the clock and then the calendar confused. Had you really been here that long?

“Have you eaten anything?” Sherlock asked, now approaching

“Umm I-”

“You’re hands are shaking, probably from low blood-pressure” Sherlock cut you off, approaching you and grabbing your hand. He drug you to a chair and made you sit “Stay” he said pointing at you like you were a dog.

Watching as he left the room, you avoided Mycrofts gaze. But it became impossible when he approached and hooked his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You should know better y/n” you could hear the sadness in his voice.

You sighed “I know..But..you know how easy it is for me to get caught up in work. And the lab just got a donation for this huge experiment and I just..really wanted to be a part of it, I guess I just..got a bit too involved”

Mycroft smiled softly at you before kissing you gently on the head “I’m sure the experiment can wait for you to go home, take a shower, eat and rest. Alright?”

Staring into his eyes you nodded lightly “Alright”

“Good” he said smiling before pecking you quickly on the lips.

Sherlock entered a moment later with water and a chocolate bar “Water so you don’t get dehydrated, which I believe you already are. And the chocolate for your blood-pressure” he said handing them to you before looking at his brother “Please tell me you convinced y/n to leave the lab?”

“He did” you answered for him “Thank you Sherlock” you said before taking a sip of the water.

“You’re welcome” he said simply, glancing over at his brother he rose his eyebrows “What?”

Mycroft was staring at Sherlock with mild shock “You’re never that nice to me” he said referring to the chocolate and water, his voice offended.

“That’s because I like y/n more” Sherlock said with a straight face, which gained an equally offended one from Mycroft.

Your giggle made them look over at you “I love you two” was all you said, earning a proud smile from Mycroft and a small one from Sherlock.

You were glad to know that even when you forgot to take care of yourself, the Holmes brothers would be there to do it for you.

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toomanyfandomsinonebrain · 8 years ago

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Masterpost

THE MASTERPOST IS BACK!

Headcanons HARRY POTTER

Draco x reader

friends since toddler, now dating

s/o being upset

Imagines & One-shot & Song Request HARRY POTTER

Draco x Reader

She is different

Merry Christmas, Malfoy

Stay down, Weasley

Shall we dance?

Plans for the summer? (Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4)

My little Malfoys

I’ll help you

Magic...

Go away

Scars

Muggleborn

George x Reader

Who said we wouldn’t prepare anything?

Let’s go to the ball

Fred x Reader

My little Chaser

How do you know?

Your crush is here

Harry x Reader

Step aside, Potter (Father!Snape)

Sirius x Reader

I knew you would come back

Severus x Reader

Sorry, professor, not today

I care for you

Don’t ever do that

I do not want you to leave

Professor... Professor Snape?

Come here

No Romance

She is Malfoy

You deserve that (Draco)

I could have killed you. (Maradeur!Remus)

LUCIFER

Lucifer x Reader

I see

Revenge

It’s my turn

Happy Birthday, Darling

MARVEL

Bruce Banner x Reader

Arguing with your brother, Tony, about your relationship

Flirting

Returning from the mission

Learning that he tried to kill himself

Him saying that you can never go home

More than just annoyed

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Telling him that his family is dead Playing piano

Calling you while on mission

Dean and Sam meeting you demon boyfriend (Dean, Sam, Demon!Bucky Barnes)

Him living with you because Natasha asked

Watching movies together

Him leaving for the mission

Pillow Fight

Watching you leave (Bucky, Steve)

Recalling that he tried to kill you

Dancing in the kitchen

Calling your parents

Recognizing you in the street

Understanding the reference

Him leaving for WWII

Having a nightmare

You know you want to

You look bad, dumbass

Happy Birthday, babygirl

I am James

I will do what I have to do to help him (Father!Tony)

You look like crap, love

Happy birthday to us!

It is not a dream

Loki x Reader

Visiting him in prison

Avengers capturing you

Returning home to you

You having cold hands

You look blue...

Give her back

As long as you are not hurt

Natasha x Reader

Talking till 4 a.m.

Driving her away

Coming before she leaves for the mission

Calling while she’s on mission

Steve Rogers x reader

Watching you leave (Bucky, Steve)

I am crazy about you

This is fear

Tony Stark x Reader

Apologizing

Dancing

Intervening when your relatives offend you

Steve being over-protective when you date Tony

No Romance

Teasing Steve (Steve, Tony)

Helping you pick a major (Thor, Natasha, Tony)

You’re very likeable (Phil Coulson)

MERLIN

Arthur x Reader

Saving you from getting married

A Royal Prince

Who cares if one is a prince if he is kissing your sister? (Brotherly!Gwaine)

Not Really Expected

What Were You Thinking?

Isn’t that his highness?

It’s all about my father

Gwen is not ‘the one’

Gwaine x Reader

Not Perfect

Melin x Reader

You don’t have to

No Romance

I’ll teach you

Two Wizards in One House

Everything will be alright (Lancelot)

Little Sister’s Guardian

ONCE UPON A TIME

Mad Hatter x Reader

Talking to you

No Romance

Have you asked Violet out yet?

SHERLOCK

Mycroft x Reader

I know

I simply observed

Merry Christmas

Happy Birthday, Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock x John

I am taking your computer away because you should go to bed

You had one job, Sherlock!

Sherlock x Reader

The One Time John Gets To Explain Stuff To Sherlock

Do Not Open Your Mouth Again (and Part 2)

Jerk

How did I produce such a child?

Moriarty? (Moriarty’s sister!Reader)

That is strange

Not Romance

Not again (Dad!Mycroft)

Dad is here (Dad!Mycroft)

Let’s play murder

Interrogation (brother!Sherlock & brother!Mycroft)

Good night, darlin’ (Dad!Mycroft)

STAR TREK

Doctor ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader

Not to the Sickbay you say?

She is my sister, Bones! (+ Brother!Kirk)

Late Night Chat

Captain’s Orders, Doctor. Also, I want you alive.

Asexual and terrified

STAR WARS

Han Solo x Reader

Scoundrel

I did not mean to shoot Luke!

SUPERNATURAL

Balthazar x Reader

Introducing Dean and Sam to your kid

Not trusting that he is serious about you

‘Forever’ by Kiss

Castiel x Reader

Telling him that you are not as good as others

Him saying ‘I am no angel’

Everything I do by Bryan Adams

Him taking care of you when you are sick

Him learning that you don’t like Christmas

Him and Christmas Tree

Learning that you can’t sleep after the rape

Him and Mistletoe

Him and Grinch

Soulmates

Him and cooking for Christmas

Taking your computer away because you should sleep

I am here for you

I don’t understand... why hide them? (’bout freckles)

Rabbit and Castiel

Charlie x Reader

Coming home after the mission

Telling her you like her

Chuck x Reader

Meeting for the first time (anti-religious one!)

Him coming for help

Helping you with depression

Crowley x Reader

Dean walking on you kissing

Protecting you

Meeting for the first time

Capturing Crowley to talk to him

‘Fawn’

Him seeing that you self-harm

‘You were always worth saving’

Him learning that you self-harm, even though you promised to stop

You hating John Winchester

Him wanting to marry you (1, 2, 3, 4)

Him being jealous about ‘Angel’

Him saving you from death and making you stay with him in Hell (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)

Hail to the King of Hell

You will burn, Winchester

You must be kidding me (+ Brother!Dean)

Yet we are here, negotiating like proper psychopaths

King of Hell, and you are... a non-important guy?

I promised I would

It took you some time

I always am here

I wanted you first!

I had a nightmare about you

I am not a hugging guy

I know you better

Give me your hand

That is the reason why you are here with me.

No one treats my girl this way.

Wanna try that again?

I did not feel bad for you

Now, are you sure about that?

You... You make me feel. I want that to stop.

Dean x Reader

Crushing the Impala

Kissing before going hunting

Your father, Balthazar, learning that you and Dean date (Balthazar, Dean)

Scaring him in the morning

Death feeding you because Deana asked him to take care of you (Death)

House of Memories by Panic!At the Disco

Bed of roses by Bon Jovi

No one like you by Scorpions

Comatose by Skillet

I’ll be around by Blowsight

Falling asleep listening to him

Drunk Dean

You didn’t have breakfast, so I brought you food

My child?

Morning, sunshine. (Demon!Dean)

Death x Reader

You know he doesn’t like us

Do you actually believe that?

How dare you?

Mutual attraction

I did not expect that

She is mine

Shape of you

Gabriel x Reader

Him learning that you are kicked out of home for being bisexual

Him learning that you are pregnant

Having a nightmare

Helping you with depression

Dean and Sam hiding you

Dancing

Him coming back for you

Body image issues

Having dinner

Lucifer x Reader

Finding you after getting out of Cage

Dean and Sam learning that you date Lucifer (Dean, Sam, Lucifer, Castiel)

Your sweet 666 by HIM

Him watching you sleep

You having a heart condition, and him being an a-hole about it

Watching ‘Beauty and the Beast’ together

Every breath you take by the Police

Panic attack

Convincing him to stop looking for God

Being stressed, and Lucifer not helping

Annoying you when you are trying to study

Him killing demons that are hiding you

Him following you because he cares for you

Saving you when you get hurt badly

Taking care of you when you get drunk

Saving you when angels are following you

I’ll bring you back, love (1 and 2)

I knew you would come

Unexpected Guest

Stay away from her

I knew you would come

Michael x Reader

Being his soulmate

Sam x Reader

Waking up after being hurt on a hunt

Learning that you self-harm

Dating Soulless!Sam

Spiders

Nightmare

Reading

No Romance

Responsible for cameras (Dean, Sam)

Calling to make them proud (Dean, Castiel)

Your brother, Dean, talking to your boyfriend (Dean)

Crowley saving you after learning that he is your father (Crowley)

Balthazar saving you from a maniac

Dean and Sam meeting you demon boyfriend (Dean, Sam, Demon!Bucky Barnes)

Dean learning that you hunt (Dean)

Making Balthazar, your father, proud (Balthazar, Dean, Sam)

Dean, your brother, walking you to the altar (Dean)

Your father, Balthazar, seeing that you got a crush (Balthazar)

Your father, Balthazar, learning that you and Dean date (Balthazar, Dean)

Seeing Destiel

Death feeding you because Deana asked him to take care of you (Death)

Telling about how you performed on a concert (Sam, Dean)

Sam pulling sleeping aid in your tea

New case

Don’t close your eyes

Gotcha

Brave Kid

You will make the right choice

Stay away from our girl

She is coming with me (GuardianAngel!Castiel)

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Meet My Wife: Ch 18

Read It All Here: Meet My Wife

You feel as if you’ve been apart from Sherlock for a week rather than just a few hours. You hurry up the stairs to 221B Baker Street and see the door is cracked open. You let yourself in and come face to face with Mycroft Holmes.

“Mrs. Holmes,” he greets you cordially. “What a surprise.”

“Hello, Mycroft,” you reply, thinking that he does not actually look at all surprised to see you. “How have you been?” You glance over to Sherlock, who is sitting in his black leather chair and he subtly rolls his eyes.

“Very well, actually,” he says, smiling his tight lipped smile at you. “What brings you back to London.”

“Divorcing your brother,” you shrug and Mycroft lifts one eyebrow.

“My condolences to you both,” he drawls. “Mother and father will be so disappointed to hear it’s finally over.” You frown at the thought of further disappointing Sherlock's parents.

“Give them my best, will you?” you ask and Mycroft does not miss the sincerity in your tone. “They were always so kind to me. I think of them often.”

“I will be sure to tell them so,” Mycroft replies. “You both probably have much to discuss, what with the divorce proceedings.”

“Thank you Mycroft,” Sherlock says, standing and crossing the room. “I will walk you out.”

You nod a quick farewell to the elder Holmes brother and wait patiently until Sherlock returns.

“He still doesn’t like me,” you frown at him as he locks the door behind him.

“You still are not smothered in gravy,” Sherlock says, returning to his chair.

“How are your parents?” you ask, shrugging off your coat and placing your purse next to it on the desk before curling up opposite Sherlock in the red plaid chair.

“Relatively unchanged,” he answers and you smile.

“That makes me happy,” you reply quietly. “I loved them.”

“And they you,” he says, steepling his fingertips together and pressing them to his lips. Guilt fills your chest as you think about all the people you hurt when you left Sherlock, kind people that trusted you.

“I’m sorry I hurt them,” you say, but Sherlock swats the words away as if they were tiny little flies buzzing in front of his face.

“Where does he go? When he travels?” Sherlock asks and the guilt in your heart switches from past regrets to your most recent one.

“Sherlock, I don’t want to talk about Ethan…”

“Does he ask about what you do when he’s gone?” he continues, ignoring you.

“No, he trusts me,” you mutter. “Are you trying to make me feel shitty?”

“Do you ask what he does?”

“He works,” you shrug and Sherlock squints his eyes. “Why are we talking about this? Does this have anything to do with Mycroft’s visit? Is he ‘looking into’ Ethan?” You straighten up in your chair, suddenly suspicious.

“Y/N, I am offended,” he replies indignantly, standing and taking a few steps towards you. He reaches down and pulls up to your feet. “Now, where did we leave off this afternoon?” he replies, weaving his fingers into your hair and tipping your lips up to meet his. Something feels off, but as his hands slip lower and lower on your body, you lose the ability to think of anything else except how much you want him.

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Sherlock’s foul post-rehab mood hangs on for long days after his return. You want to call Mycroft and make him come back so you can punch him in that perfect, slender nose. Sherlock already had so many doubts about being a good husband and Mycroft comes along and basically validates every single one and nothing you can say seems to be getting through to him.

Your pregnancy is progressing and you keep waiting for Sherlock to notice, but his abnormal powers of observation have been blocked by the thick walls of self-doubt and self-pity he’s encased himself in.

You start to have second thoughts about having the baby and after days of watching Sherlock mope around your flat, you call a clinic and make an appointment to end your pregnancy on the following Tuesday. You jot the time and address down in your planner and shut it.

You almost instantly regret this and call the clinic back to cancel the appointment, drawing a single, solid line through the note in your planner.

This is your baby. Your and Sherlock’s baby. For better or worse, you are going to be parents.

After a few days, Sherlock’s mood begins to lighten. He showers, shaves and dresses in real clothes. He even places a few calls around to the local precincts to see if any unusual cases have arisen that may require his expertise. As you rush out the door for the day, he grabs your elbow and pulls you back to him, gathering you up in his arms and kissing you with such fervor and passion that when he pulls away, you’re reeling. Flushed, you wave good-bye and smiling like a fool, you decide that tonight is the night you tell him that he’s going to be a dad.

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ebaeschnbliah · 8 years ago

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THE RETURN OF BASKERVILLE

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Thank you @monikakrasnorada for your question about the 'Black Pearl of the Borgias' (here). It inspired a lot of thinking and led to connecting several dots between 'The Hounds of Baskerville' and Series four of Sherlock BBC. Found some lovely treasures here. :))))

More under the cut ...

Things vanishing from secure places __________________

Bluebell (THOB): A little girl calls Sherlock for help (well, well ...) because her rabbit vanished from a locked hutch. No sign of forced entry could be found.

SHERLOCK (irritated): A rabbit, John! JOHN: Oh. SHERLOCK (sarcastically): Ah, but there’s more! Before Bluebell disappeared, it turned luminous ... (he adopts a little girl’s voice for the next three words.) ... “like a fairy” according to little Kirsty.

As it turns out later, Bluebell the 'glow in the dark rabbit' originates from Baskerville. Kirsty's mother works there and performs secret genetic experiments on animals. Things got a bit mixed up and Bluebell ended up at the wrong place. Therefore the rabbit had to go. The glowing was achieved by a gene from a jellyfish (Aequoria Victoria). @devoursjohnlock wrote a whole meta about jellyfish 'Predator and Prey' and the above mentioned species plays a big role in it. It's Mycroft's jellyfish :))))

The Black Pearl of the Borgias (TST): The legendary gem was stolen from a secure vault in Georgia. Interpol seems to have not the slightes idea who could have done it. There are no suspects. Unsurpisingly only one person has some information about an interested party. Mycroft Holmes is as always very well informed about the plans of Jim Moriarty.

MYCROFT: .... Moriarty has shown some interest in tracking down the Black Pearl of the Borgias – which is still missing, by the way, in case you feel like applying yourself to something practical. SHERLOCK: It’s a pearl. Get another one.

Sherlock's reaction to take on the 'Black Pearl Case' is a bit similar to that of the 'Bluebell Case'. Not interested at all. Almost offended and annoyed.

Redbeard (S4): The information about 'Redbeard' leaves the 'secure and very secretive installation' of Sherrinford. It is passed on from Eurus to Jim ... who was a Christmas present requested by Eurus because she noticed Jim's interest in Sherlock. Mycroft allowed five minutes of unsupervised conversation between Eurus and Jim..

JIM: I’m your Christmas present. So what’s mine? (In the governor’s office, Mycroft watches as the footage is replaced by an image of a heavy flow of water pouring down the screens.) EURUS (softly): Redbeard.

Sherlock's reaction to the mention of the name 'Redbeard' ..... is shock ... every time he hears it.

What follows in the wake of Bluebell, Black Pearl and Redbeard _____________________________________

1. Sherlock is offered the case of 'Bluebell the glowing rabbit'. Sherlock is not interested. The case of the 'Monstrous Hound' appears immediately afterwards. And the 'hound' is glowing as well.

JOHN: But that wasn’t what you saw. That wasn’t just an ordinary dog. SHERLOCK: No. (His gaze become distant.) It was immense, had burning red eyes and it was glowing, John. Its whole body was glowing.

2. Sherlock is offered the case of the 'Black Pearl of the Borgias' ... twice. Once by Mycroft, once by DI Hopkins. Sherlock is still not interested.

(There’s a knock on the door and Hopkins opens it and comes in.) HOPKINS: Uh, Sherlock ... SHERLOCK (quick fire): Borgia Pearl, boring, go. (He turns her around and pushes her towards the landing.) HOPKINS: Uh, but, uh ... SHERLOCK: Go!

Shortly afterwards Sherlock stumbles over Ajay ... once a member of AGRA and involved in the 'Tiblise hostage incident' in Georgia. Sherlock suspects him to be the thief of the precious pearl but it turns out Ajay isn't looking for that pearl at all. He is instead after one of the flash drives containing information about AGRA. Confronting Mary with the news, Sherlock gets drugged and 'Redbeard' appears in his memory.

3. Sherlock takes on the case of 'Redbeard the drowned dog' which is also the case of 'Eurus - the lost sister - the other one'. And he sets out on his journey to Sherrinford where he fights demons and monsters inside himself.

Connections between Bluebell, Black Pearl, Redbeard ___

Bluebell is a rabbit. Rabbits get chased by dogs. Dogs used for hunting are called 'hounds'. While going to his Mind Palace in THOB, Sherlock finds among other memories the song 'Hound Dog' by Elvis (who is recognizable by just one name as well :)

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog Cryin' all the time Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit And you ain't no friend of mine

At the end of THOB it is shown that Jim Moriarty gets released from prison by Mycroft Holmes. And that prison cell looks a lot like it could be located at Sherrinford.

Black Pearl is the name of a famous movie-pirate ship. A pirate basically is ... a thief. Pirates are often portrayed as heroic rebells against some government. Sherlock wanted to become a pirate. He played pirate with his 'best friend' ... be it the boy, the dog or something else entirly. Both ... boy and dog ... are called 'Redbeard'. Sherlock didn't like the story of Samarra so he told himself another one. In this version the merchant doesn't die but becomes a pirate. (Henry and Jim also told themselves different stories. Henry imagined the 'monstrous hound'. Jim turned 'Nativity' into 'The hungry Donkey')

Redbeard ... the dog shown as Redbeard is an Irish Setter. That's a breed for hunting. (Sherlock in canon is compared to a Bloodhound) The first time an Irish Setter appears in Sherlock BBC is at the beginning of THOB.

GRACE: What is it, dear? Are you lost? (The dog pokes its nose towards little Henry in a friendly way. Henry screams in utter terror.)

Questionable Experiments __________________________

The Hounds of Baskerville - Sherlock locks John into a lab to test the possible impact of the drugs on him.

JOHN: Oh God. It was you. You locked me in that bloody lab. SHERLOCK: I had to. It was an experiment. JOHN (furiously): An experiment?!

The Final Problem - as all characters involved represent certain parts of Sherlock himself ... Sherlock is actually experimenting on himself.

EURUS: This is an experiment. There will be rigour.

SHERLOCK: Molly, this is for a case. It’s ... it’s a sort of experiment. MOLLY: I’m not an experiment, Sherlock. SHERLOCK: No, I know you’re not an experiment. You’re my friend.

SHERLOCK: This isn’t torture; this is vivisection. We’re experiencing science from the perspective of lab rats.

Therapists shooting clients and getting shot by clients ___

THOB: Henry shoots at his therapist .... but into the mirror ... therefore Dr. Mortimer survives.

TFP: Eurus shoots John .... but with a tranquilizer as it is later revealed ... therefore John survives.

What is the meaning of this? Considering that Henry is a big Sherlock mirror and Eurus turns out to be a part of Sherlock . It is implied here that on both occasions Sherlock is the one who is shooting at someone ....

Drugs involved ____________________________________

The Hounds of Baskerville - Project HOUND - turns out to be a 'new deleriant drug which renders its users incredibly suggestible'. It was planned to be used as an anti-personnel weapon to totally disorientate the enemy. A drug based on fear and stimulus. Prolonged exposure leads to insanity and almost uncontrollable agression.

Sherlock’s concentration becomes intense as he takes it all in and focuses on certain phrases like “extreme suggestibility”, “fear and stimulus”, “conditioned terror”, “aerosol dispersal”.

The Lying Detective - TD12 - is normally used by dentists and hospitals for minor surgical procedures. But it is capable to interfere with the memory if the drug is administered through infusion bags and drip feeds at exactly the right level. Ignorance is bliss ... and what's wrong with bliss ... TD12 is a memory inhibitor for anyone who doesn't opt to remember.

SMITH: Nothing that is happening to you now will stay with you for more than a few minutes. I’m afraid that some of the memories you’ve had up to this point might also be ... corrupted.

One drug to create fear and agression ... leading to insanity

One drug to inhibit and corrupt the memory

The locations of secret facilities _______________________

Baskerville: This top secret army facility can be found in Dartmoor near Grimpen Village. Sourrounded by the Grimpen minefield .... marked by skull and crossbones (like pirate flags) to keep people out. (It's Grimpen Mire in canon) A moor - a mire - a swamp .... basically this is a place staturated with water. And rumors say tha in the secret labs there ... terrible things can be seen.

PRESENTER (voiceover): … the chemical and biological weapons research centre which is said to be even more sensitive than Porton Down. Since the end of the Second World War, there’ve been persistent stories about the Baskerville experiments: genetic mutations, animals grown for the battlefield. There are many who believe that within this compound, in the heart of this ancient wilderness, there are horrors beyond imagining. But the real question is: are all of them still inside?

Supervisor ot that facility is the government .... is Mycroft Holmes.

CCV1 • security authorization requested • holmes, mycroft • priority ultra processing CCV1 •

Sherrinford: This top secret facility can be found on an island sourrounded by the sea. Wise people react alarmed and terrified when they hear the name. 'If you ever get that message .... just forget you ever heard it'. (Sherrinford has been compared to 'Shutter Island'. Well, I wonder if one could compare it to 'Treasure Island' as well. :)

MYCROFT: There’s a place called Sherrinford; an island. It’s a secure and very secretive installation whose sole purpose is to contain what we call ‘the uncontainables. The demons beneath the road – this is where we trap them. Sherrinford is more than a prison or an asylum; it is a fortress built to keep the rest of the world safe from what is inside it. Heaven may be a fantasy for the credulous and the afraid, but I can give you a map reference for hell.

Supervisor ot that facility is the government .... is Mycroft Holmes.

MYCROFT: I presume the tapes are in my office? GOVERNOR: Your office? MYCROFT: Cast your mind back. It used to be yours

A case of mistaken identity ___________________________

Baskerville: Major Barrymore is led to believe he deals with Mycroft Holmes when in fact it is Sherlock.

Sherrinford: The governor thinks he has to deal with Sherlock Holmes when in fact it is Mycroft.

A facility with several levels __________________________

Baskerville: When Sherlock, John and Lyons enter the lift to visit the labs of Baskerville, it can be seen that there are five floors beneath them .... marked -1, -2, -3, -4 and B. They go down from the goundfloor only to the very next level.

JOHN: How far down does that lift go? LYONS: Quite a way, sir. JOHN: Mmm-hmm. And what’s down there? LYONS: Well, we have to keep the bins somewhere, sir. This way please, gentlemen.

Sherrinford: 'On the wall behind Mycroft appears an image of an Alcatraz-like castle on top of a cliff. Guards armed with rifles patrol across the roof. The perspective changes to show that the prison is at the top of steep granite cliffs on a small island. As Mycroft continues to speak, a schematic overlays a side view of the island showing that much of the facility is underground.'

If Sherlock and John had gone deeper in Baskerville ... I wonder if they would have emerged in Sherrinford. :)))

And then suddenly one notices that all the heads have gone red ..... again.

These are just the more obvious things that connect THOB to S4. There is a lot more to find. But this post is already long enough. :)))))

I leave you to your own deductions. Great thanks to @callie-ariane for the scripts.

Just noticed that @kateis-cakeis wrote today about THOB as well. Imaginary Hound ... a meta full of light. :)))

July, 2017

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mandysimo13 · 8 years ago

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Good news everyone!

Part 2 of “Attend the Tale of John Watson” is up! Part 2 is called “Here, There Be Dragons” and I can’t wait for you all to read it! As always, here’s a little snippet for you to read from but it’s available in full here on AO3! Enjoy!

“John, you’ve been on lots of quests.”

“I have.”

“Some of them bloody, terrifying, ending in death.”

“Some of them, yes.”

Sherlock smiled wryly at him and said, “care to go on one more?”

John grinned in return and gripped Sherlock’s hand tightly. He knew that, whatever happened, this was going to be the most important quest he would ever embark on. There was only one answer he could give. “God yes.”

The two men grinned at each other like loons so long that the rest of the world faded away. At that precise moment, as far as they were concerned, nothing else existed but the two of them. John was about to reach for Sherlock to draw him into a kiss, to seal their decision with a physical act of joining, when a disgusted cough broke their mutual gaze.

“Forgive my intruding on your, frankly disgusting, ‘eye-banging’, brother dear. But we do have some rather urgent planning to do if we’re going to, oh I don’t know, save the kingdom?”

John, at least, had the good grace to duck his head sheepishly at Mycroft’s scolding. Sherlock had no such compunction.

“I suppose I can forgive the intrusion. We are in your office, after all,” Sherlock said smoothly, eyes never leaving John’s face.

Knowing one of them had to be levelheaded enough to get them through strategizing before celebrating their small victory, John forced himself to turn his eyes Mycroft. The elder Holmes brother looked on with a mixture of disgust and amusement and John found difficult not to lay his affection for Sherlock on a little thicker just to get a rise out of him. He was fairly certain Mycroft would puff up like an affronted toad and just the idea made a laugh tickle the back of John’s throat. He forced it back with a cough and asked, “so where do we start?”

“We start by convincing Mummy and Father that you’re essential to the quest. They would insist on Sherlock having backup, regardless, but they know that you have a motive for being a part of it. That will make them suspicious about your intentions. Especially since you came waltzing into breakfast wearing Sherlock’s old clothes. Don’t think for one second that had escaped my notice.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sherlock said disinterestedly.

“I think that my reputation speaks for itself,” John said proudly. “I mean, I would brag but you kind of did that for me already with that little monologue in your pocket.”

“Your reputation will legitimize your request, yes. But, let’s not forget Mary.”

Sherlock seemed suddenly interested. “Mary who?”

Shit, John cursed internally. Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, John said while staring at his nails, “she was...my girlfriend.”

“Whom you were engaged to,” Mycroft supplied smugly.

“Whom I was engaged to,” John confirmed.

“Who, after being kidnapped, willingly married a rival king,” Mycroft continued.

Scowling at his nails, not daring to look at Sherlock, John mumbled, “who, after being kidnapped, willingly married a rival king.”

John could feel Sherlock’s eyes burning a hole in the side of his head but he refused to acknowledge it. Instead, he let the tension roll back and forth between them while Mycroft explained it to Sherlock.

“John was, and still is I suppose, very much the knightly cliche. He slays beasts, completes quests, and saves damsels in distress. Mary was one of these damsels that he rescued and they were together for some time, weren’t you?”

John nodded jerkily once. “Two years.”

“And when it seemed you’d have a hero’s happily ever after, a wife and seven kids-”

“Actually, I was thinking more like three-”

“Poor Mary was snatched away. You rode out to save her, galant as you are, and professed your love right there in the church during the ceremony. Only to have her choose money and security over love and have your arse handed to you before getting tossed out on your ear.”

Sherlock snapped, “I fail to see the point of this story.”

“Don’t you?” Mycroft quirked an amused eyebrow at him and asked, “don’t you think it would occur to Mummy and Father, knowing John’s history-”

“How on God’s flat earth do they know about this,” Sherlock interrupted.

“It was the best gossip for months,” Mycroft said with undisguised mirth. “Really, better than a tourney, all that knightly gossip. Anyway, knowing John’s story they might think that John’s trying to marry up out of spite. Mary, from what I hear, is quite happy with her chosen husband. A lesser man might seek to level the playing field between them a little, just to spite her. Soothe the wound, so to speak.”

Sherlock whipped his head to look at John and this time John couldn’t ignore his gaze. He looked at him with an open expression and said, “Sherlock, Mary means nothing to me anymore. Yes, she broke my heart but she has no control over it anymore.”

Sherlock levelled a look at him that screamed “we’ll talk about this later” and John suddenly wished planning for their quest would take all day. It’s not like he purposely hid Mary from him. But Mary, even with Sherlock in his heart, was a sore subject. He didn’t like to think about having been brought so low, to almost lose himself in the depression that followed his humiliating rejection. Heartbreak and depression aren’t exactly topics that one find to be delightful “wooing” conversation. John swore he would have told Sherlock about her. Eventually.

John answered Sherlock’s near furious glower with one that pleaded for him to put his thoughts on hold. He silently radiated “not the time for this, please” and Sherlock seemed to agree. He crossed his arms and sat back in his chair and said, “let’s get on with it then, shall we?”

The planning itself went fairly quickly. Quicker than John would have liked, knowing the uncomfortable conversation that awaited them when they were finished. Sherlock, unsurprisingly, was good at compartmentalising his thoughts. He seamlessly switched gears from angry lover to engaged strategist and soon enough the three of them they fleshed out a strategy that they hoped would appease the king and queen. Mycroft would first propose the dissolution of Sherlock’s marriage contract, citing it as part of Sherlock’s terms of partaking in the quest for two reasons; the first being that he could die in the quest and he wanted to free Irene from official mourning. The second was that he still, officially had no desire to marry unless it was for love. Mycroft expected there to be an immediate refusal, due to the fact that Belgravia had not rescinded their offer of a marriage between Irene and Sherlock during his time away. Prepared for this, he would then introduce in his prepared solution. To maintain good ties with Belgravia, Mycroft would suggest a list of cousins that Belgravia and Posh-ville could exchange for fostering. He would cite that while Irene had not backed out of the marriage, she had a general distaste for marriage. Coupled with Sherlock’s well demonstrated flair for dramatic exits, he would suggest that it would be wise to hold off on marriage until a more amicable suitor could be found. Seeing the logic in Mycroft’s plan, it was likely to succeed.

Once they accepted their terms for Sherlock returning home and then accepting his quest, John would enact stage two of their plan. He would come to them and ask in court for the honor of participating in the quest alongside Sherlock. Not only was he a brave, seasoned knight, but he also had grown fond of his charge and wanted to join Sherlock’s service. When the request was heard and he was asked what sort of compensation he would take in return for successful completion of the quest John would request Sherlock’s hand in marriage.

“Of course they’ll say ‘no’ and try to dissuade you. And it will be important for you, Sherlock, to dismiss his proposal at first. It will strengthen our argument that you will want to marry for love, not material gain,” Mycroft told them. Seeing their distress, he quickly added, “this is where I’ll step in to advocate for the idea.”

Mycroft would point out Sherlock’s past reckless nature and how difficult he had been as a child. He would point out his stubbornness and all his questionable actions, left mostly unchecked since he’d been able to outsmart guards and nannies alike, until he finally took it upon himself to put himself to sleep. Sherlock bristled like an offended cat but Mycroft paid him no mind. “And this is where I point out that since making John’s acquaintance, you have been more agreeable and less prone to unseemly outbursts. They’ve no need to know that that’s not entirely the case, I know you’re just as stubborn as ever, but I’m sure you can play the part long enough to get a ring on your finger. Am I correct?”

Sherlock shrugged, remaining silent and clearly displeased with the idea of rejecting John’s proposal.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He rolled his eyes and continued. “I’ll advocate for it publicly only if you manage to both live through the quest and make it back alive. In that case, if the king and queen think that your continued safety and reasonable behavior were to continue with John at your side, you might have a shot. After all, marrying your personal guard is rather convenient when talking about your protection. This is assuming, of course, that you’ll actually resume your duties as prince once you’ve completed the quest.”

Sherlock’s reply was terse, spoken through tight lips. “Work. Dull.”

“We all have a job to do in this life, Sherlock. You must do yours, as I must do mine. And as of now, I am putting my work on hold for you. ”

That seemed to chasten him a bit. He nodded once in acceptance and the three ironed out the rest of the details of their plan before John and Sherlock were finally released from Mycroft’s office. It was as if a switch had been flipped. Sherlock was all focused and calculating in one instant, but the second the door closed behind them he was cold and distant. They stood in the hall staring at anything but each other, awkward silence stretching between them.

John supposed he couldn’t delay the inevitable forever. So, trying to seem unaffected, he scuffed his boot against the marble floors of the hall and asked, “did you want to ta-”

“In my rooms,” Sherlock cut in, not bothering to speak further. He took off in the direction of his rooms, his posture all full of piss and vinegar, and John couldn’t do anything other than follow.

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ablack-reblogs · 8 years ago

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Sherlock SSN 4 ‘Live’ Blog

Sherlock

Season 4: The Six Thatchers

‘Live’ Blog

Fair Warning, below the line are spoilers. If you’ve not watched the episode yet (which you probably have) then do not read below the line. Else wise - this is my ‘live’ blog of T6T (aka, my comments and thoughts as I am watching).

Fair Warning 2, there’s a lot surrounding John that I don’t like and I get kind of angry about it. Like, a lot angry.

Continue if you dare ;)

Shout out to @heroofthreefaces for telling me where to find the episode! Sometimes I don’t have the mental energy to sort through the safe options, so I appreciate such a kind and helpful fandom. Thanks lovely.

Ugh, I have missed Sherlock so fucking much, guys! I feel like I’m riding a trike without two wheels because Sherlock has been gone – Doctor Who has been gone – and the wheel remaining (SPN) has been a bit lacking (imho). So this is like getting a new used trike that’s working with a wobbly wheel. YUS>>>

BROTHERS

MY GODS IT IS LOVELY

Sherlock is such a piece of work. It is crazy how bleh

THEY HAVE TUMBLR USERS WORKING FOR THEM! WE CAN TWIST ANYTHING TO MAKE SHERLOCK INNOCENT!

Targets wait.

“I’ll know when it begins.”

“I always know when the game is on.”

“Because I love it.”

Oh Sherl.

While the openingcredits roll – I’m going to say that I hate Moffat so much.

I’ve seen a lot of OOC content – and I don’t know if it’s fan manips or if it’s 100% honest representatives of the content. So I’m curious what taste this episode will leave in my mouth.

Sherlock narrating with Sharks swimming in the background – that is my new aesthetic for sure.

Are there any Sherlock!Shark fics?

Mary seems more interested than even Sherlock.

I love that Sherlock is tweeting. It’s adorable.

I also love John’s silver hair. It’s distinguished, as we’ve always read, but Martin wears it so well. Yays.

59 Missed Calls.

BABY!

BABY IS COMING!

JOHN IS NOT AN OB DOCTOR.

GODFATHER

Did they agree to do this? Did they agree that Sherlock is a fitting Godfather?

Sherlock is my husband in that scenario, honestly.

But I feel like they should have known as much.

SHERLOCK AS A GODFATHER IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE!

SHERLOCK!DAD IS A THING I NEED DID YOU KNOW?! YOU SHOULD KNOW!

DAD!LOCK

Sleepy Watsons.

I love that Sherlock already checked with Mary.

Is John going to flirt with the Rowena-wannabe?

BITCH IS GONNA GIVE HIS NUMBER TO HER

PLEASE NO HALP

SHE GOTTA BE BAD BAD BAD TO THE BONE

Oh it must have been the flower that she was staring at, right?

Not because she’s admiring our distinguished Watson Doctor.

Charlie’s son is in danger I think.

He’s in danger for sure.

Lestrade says weird and danger.

SPLOSION

Sherlock laughing; “I thought it would tickle you.”

Oh, I have missed this so very much. I can’t cope with this being the end. I truly cannot.

“Is it is my birthday.”

“Take all the credit.”

“Definitely a sore spot.”

Lestrade genuinely believes Sherlock doesn’t know his name.

BUT HE DOES – he just doesn’t want anyone to know he knows stuff about them.

Can we say it is canon that Mary breastfeeds?

It looks like maybe she does but I can’t be certain. It would mean a lot if we just had a line or a passing snapshot about it.

Is Sherlock having a vision? Is he hallucinating? What’s happening here? Are the objects speaking to him? What – is –happening?

SHERLOCK USING HIS INTUITION?!

I am calling OOC on this one.

Lestrade is such a fucking attractive person.

Smiling offends Sherlock, apparently.

His son meant to surprise his father and as a parent I want to cries lots.

SO CRIES.

IT CANNOT BE THAT EASY AND OH NOOOOOOO PLEASE HELP ME

It’s going to feel awful no matter what.

Husband & Mrs. Husband.

He actually almost tried there. It was sort of sweet of him. He used a soft voice.

VERY FULLY FUNCTIONING

He’s even worse than Sherlock, oh my god.

The water thing is weird.

CALL HIM ON IT MARK – I MEAN MYCROFT.

Sherlock’s love of pirates is adorable.

Can it be a headcanon that Sherlock spends his free time watching Pirates of the Caribbean? I kind of want that to be a thing.

Lestrade. Do the flirts.

DO THE FLIRTS LESTRADE.

And since when does Sherlock consult with not Lestrade?

WHEN DID THAT BECOME A THING?

THE BALLOON JOHN

HAHAHAHA – That guy is mentally unstable, it feels.

The hell is Sherlock doing – what is he telling to this man for why?

He’s gone bonkers, hasn’t he?

Oh he was doing a funny.

Sherlock doing a funny is funny. In a strange way.

LESTRADE KNOWS SHERLOCK SO WELL AND I JUST FEELL IKE HE DOESN’T GET ENOUGH CREDIT!

“have a good time”

kid I know – hacker – brilliant

Sherlock would know a hacker.

He looks like Sherlock’s old dog, my goodness.

“Don’t wait up.”

ROSIE IS CUTE AS A BUTTON SAVE FOR HER FAKENESS.

John running about with the Rosie doll is fucking great. They are definitely every bit the parents you would expect.

I can’t get over how bad the baby thing is though – very obviously fake – the way the hood was sitting is stupidly horrible. It would be dead.

They’re saying they’re child is a bit of a rotten piece of flesh in bed – my goodness! As a parent I can tell you I have not done this. Not even when my babe was that smol.

I like that last name: Harker. I’ll have to use it sometime as a throwback to SH.

I glanced back up and I thought this was an odd photo shoot but it’s a dead body.

What does that say about me… probably nothing good.

THE FUCK SHERLOCK?!

Is anyone else not impressed with this fight scene? Like, it definitely felt artificial.

I mean, all fight scenes are, but they were maybe a little too safe with that one.

Does the man know about this fight is happening in his house?

There should be blood on that dudes face.

I can only assume the guy didn’t necessarily know – or at least knew to call the police? I’m intrigued.

I ache for what I know is going ot happen man, I don’t want to know it.

But I know it.

And I know what John says to Sherlock.

And I HURT FOR MY SHERL.

Our Sherl, really.

Let me be selfish at this moment.

SHOOTING STUFFS HAPPENIGN PEOPLES DEAD.

That must have been Mary?

Yes.

Yes it was.

Those two were partners, then, and it must have gone south.

That was a pretty wide stand for general lap top use.

Anyone else feel uncomfortable about that?

Okay, so that’s not Mary’s JD.

That’s just the JD of one of her partners – the partner trying to murder her.

That’s why he was looking for the statues. Okay dokay.

Are we to believe as the viewers that the person hanging up that they were punching was Mary? Because she got some seriously repressed issues if it was – like I hope John is gentle with her.

No Entry naturally means ENTER ALL THE TIMES.

What an odd rendezvous..

Necessary, of course.

Sherlock is being a good friend right now.

“Polite title.”

Yeah, really wrong is a way to put it.

She’s excited for him to be alive.

But she don’t know – She doesn’t know – he wants to murder her.

Sherlock is trying so hard to keep her safe.

That’s a considerable amount of bronzer on her cheeks. Beautiful woman she is, though. Make-up or not.

SHERLOCK THE DRAGONSLAYER IS MY FAVE EVER

My husband just told me it looks like I’ve just found a way to connect Sherlock and Merlin.

DID THIS BITCH DRUG HIM?

MARY YOU FUCKING BITCH HE WAS TRYING TO BE A GOOD FRIEND AND YOU DID THE BAD FRIEND BITCH BYE DON’T COME BACK

You are going to die.

You are GOING to do the DIE.

DOES JOHN KNOW SHE DRUGGED HIS BEST FRIEND?

“I love an acronym.”

“It went horribly wrong.”

WHAT A WAY TO PUT IT AGAIN

“Difficult to tell the difference these days.”

Mycroft calling out the OOC like a boss.

The retired in a permanent sort of way. Oh gosh.

Is this Mary?

Oh gods it is.

Poor John.

GIVE JOHN THE HUGGLES.

GIVE HIM A SHOT OF WHISKY AND A HUGGLE.

John is a single dad, oh lawd help.

I’m curious where this gun business is going.

OF FUCKING COURSE

GODDAMN SHERLOCK WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

“How the fuck” indeed princess.

They’re having a laugh.

I love them having a laugh.

JOHN

JOHN YOU SHOULD PUNCH HER SHOULDER PLAYFULLY AND THEN KISS HER FACE.

John deserves better, and I want him to be happy, and if he wants to be happy with her – that’s great – but he’s not getting everything he deserves in the relationship.

BITCH NO YOU DO NOT DESERVE JOHN WATSON.

YOU ARE A GOOD FRIEND BUT NOT THE BEST WIFE.

I’m not the best wife either, so I feel you girl, but please be better to John.

With the time that you have left – be good to him.

BE SO GOOD TO HIM!

Is this bro mad because he thought she knew he was alive?

OKAY THAT WAS NO MARY.

So bro is mad because she fled for her life.

I can understand being mad about that – but if someone is really family to you – like – wouldn’t you want that person to do what saves them

I AM SO STRESSED BY THIS SITUATION

MY HEART IS RACING

I WANT TO DO THE CRIES.

So he has legitimate reason to believe that the British woman betrayed them.

Ammo.

Ammo in latin.

John is such a smol bean.

PLEASE DO NOT DO THE BAD THING JOHN

DO NOT CHEAT ON YOUR WIFE

I HOPE YOU DID NOT CHEAT ON YOUR WIFE JOHn

ESPECIALLY WITH NOT SHERLOCK

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DO NOT

THROW THAT SHIT AWAY JOHN

FUCKING DAMN DAMN DAMN JOHN

MARY DESERVES BETTER

I CANNOT FUCKING DO THIS

I TAKE AWAY THE SMOL BEAN STATEMENT

WHAT A FUCK

OOC

OOc

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FUCKING NOW

I HATE EVERYTHING

I should have known.

I should have known the way they laid in bed

I thought it was strange

And now it is strange

BECAUSE JOHN IS SUCH A FUCK

THESE TWO FUCKS DESERVE EACH OTHER BECAUSE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCK

I FUCKING HATE THIS

I FUCKING HATE MOFFAT

WHAT ON EARTH MAD THIS FUCKING OKAY

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FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK THIS

Does Sherlock know?

Is this why he’s been involving Mary in his case?

IS SHERLOCK TRYING TO HELP JOHN MAKE BAD CHOICES.

I am so mad.

FUCKING

MAD

SO FUCKING MAD

I should have KnoWN

MOFFAT TOUCHES IT

IT IS RUINED

BECAUSE HE CANNOT LEAVE GOOD ENOUGH ALONE

I CANNOT BREATHE BECAUSE I AM SO RAGE

HOW THE HELL CAN I LOOK AT JOHN NOW WITHOUT WANTING TO PUNCH

JOHN IS NOT THAT KIND OF MAN

HE IS NOT THE KIND OF MAN TO DO THAT BECAUSE HE IS TOO GOOD HE IS TOO LOYAL

THAT IS SO OOC THAT I CANNOT ACCEPT ANY OF THIS SEASON AS CANNON NOW BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS FUCKED UP

GOOD MEN MAKE BAD MISTAKES BUT THIS WAS NOT NO NO NO

This is not John.

John would make a stupid mistake like – putting the wrong fuel in a car.

ICE LOLLY LADY

Sherlock should have brought an ICE LOLLY

I cannot handle this.

I don’t mean to shame people who have affairs – because it happens. It’s a natural thing that happens – IN STRAINED RELATIONSHIPS if the people are good people – and I would not be surprised that Mary and John have a fractures relationship on a good day. So I get it – I understand – I think it happens more often than not. But dammnit, John Watson is loyal to the Nth degree. He wouldn’t sell out his mates if it meant his death. What bothers me about this is that I can’t imagine any alternate universe – no other time line – NOTHING – nowhere would John do this to Mary.

He loves her so much he was willing to let her past be in the past so he could marry her. HE LOVES HER SO MUCH that she holds her on the same pedestal as Sherlock – letting her be a proper git running around the world to ‘solve’ her problem.

John.

Watson.

Would.

Not.

Do.

This.

To.

Mary.

FUCKING NO

The gun is pointed at Sherlock

And now it’s not Sherlock dying.

Sherlock called for the ambulance.

“Come on Doctor you can do better.”

Oh my gods.

I’m not crying – you’re crying.

“I’m sorry for shooting you, that time.”

Come on Doctor you can do metter.

John is disturbingly calm.

His screaming is frightening.

Scary John Watson is Scary.

I’m shaking.

Side note, I’m surprised that martin wasn’t more emotional watching he love die like that – fake or not. The Phelps twins had a very difficult time after the death scene in Deathly Hallows – and I thought this would have been equally as difficult for Martin and Amanda.

John is so angry.

I am so legitimately scared.

Martin would play the villain quite well.

HOLY SHIT. Sherlock is the one in therapy.

That is super groundbreaking.

A more human Sherlock Holmes is such a crazy thing.

Mycroft looks like he lives in the basement of his work building.

Headcannon?

Will John move back to 221 with Rosie? Probably not – not safe. Not safe at all.

“Work is the best antidote to sorrow.”

That is true, for me.

NORBURY

NORBARRY

NORBURRY

NORBERRY

Miss Me disc.

Fucking hell.

“Thought that would get your attention.”

I am permanently fucked up.

Molly doesn’t look impressed to have Sherlock around.

I don’t like how brash she’s being. I know of all people she has every right to be – but she’s been just as dedicated to him as anyone else. I don’t like it. I know everyone reaches a point of no tolerance.

“Save John Watson.”

Save him from what – oh gods.

SAVE HIM FROM WHAT

John needs to stop. PLEASE STAHP JOHN.

“Go to hell, Sherlock.”

THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT ABOUT

FUCK

FUCKING ME UP

ALL OF IT FUCKING ME UP GODDAMN

SO – A brief reflection of the episode.

So, all in all it wasn’t as terrible as I was expecting. I don’t lie when I say I hate Moffat. He convolutes things and leaves plot holes galore. He has this way of leaving POC out of his work and being a general twat about LGBT. The episode was well done.

I’m a bit rusty, of course, and feel poorly about my ability to foretell the events of the episodes as well as I have in the past. (I’ve not read all of the Sherlock Holmes stories).

Back to content, I think they humanized Sherlock in a beautiful way – and it did seem OOC but it was OOC in the right way. Transitions always feel off and ill-placed. We as people have to make changes and it shows, we are always uncomfortable in the early stages of change – doubtful of ourselves. So Sherlock’s OOC nature was not a problem for me.

But John… I don’t like what is happening with him. I don’t like the shady affair business. I don’t like him deferring and submitting to Mary and Sherlock. I don’t like his shutting Sherlock out for something that wasn’t even his fault. JOHN TOLD MARY TO GO – and were John there he’d have done exactly as Mary did. John is a smart man, emotional to boot, but intelligent and reasonable. Whatever is happening with his character reeks of poor writing. I’m not particularly excited to see what becomes of his character.

This may be the season that taints Johnlock for me – as a friendship or otherwise.

This episode made me appreciate Mary more, and I hadn’t liked her at all. Not because she was a bad character or anything. I didn’t like her for John, it never felt right. But now – I have a lot of respect for her because she did give John the option of knowing what she came from. He chose not to know. So I feel she’d been fairly transparent from that point on. I don’t agree with her choices but she clearly was trying harder that I believed prior to the whole random affair that had 0% purpose to the story.

IT DID NOT BELONG.

And Molly, she’s cold. She felt off. She’ll bit at Sherlock for being a git, but it’s almost like she’s eaten up this false story of Sherlock being a villain – some poppycock John is surely spouting off in his fits of rage. And John has those, those complaints about Sherlock and his work and his flaws… But nothing that would convince anyone he genuinely hates Sherlock. This just…

I feel like Sherlock has gained some humanity to appease those around him, but not the people around him have decided “Just kidding, we’re still over it.” Like, I don’t know. Maybe I’m seeing through a lens that holds Sherlock on high… But these characters are turning on him, it feels, right? Not like in season two when Moriarty ripped apart his reputation – but genuine friends turning their back to him.

Like I said, I know people reach a point where they can give no more tolerance. There is a point in time where we can’t give any more of ourselves to a toxic person or a toxic relationship; and it is good to walk away when it becomes an issue for him. But I cannot believe that is what is happening.

And return to the point of John’s affair.

What poor writing – unless it gets addressed in the next episode.

Sherlock didn’t hint to knowing.

Mary didn’t hint to knowing. If anyone would know – those two would know.

And I don’t feel confidently any lines in this episode suggest that either Mary or Sherlock actually know. I had my theory that Sherlock did know and was encouraging John (or rather protecting Mary by keeping her busy – he did seem more protective and invested in Mary than John this episode, and he’s even been someone inclined towards Mary over John in the past in one way or another).

That’s the sort of stuff that bothers me about projects Moffat is associated with… There’s also something missing that makes the project feel wrong. Incomplete. Wrong.

As for the plot – it was nice to have more about Mary revealed. It was nice to not be delving right back into the Moriarty business. It’s also nice to have more domesticity in the show – a way to keep older characters relevant who don’t feel quite as important anymore with the case searching that Sherlock does on his own. And there didn’t even need to be a compromise to the content that people actually watch Sherlock for: a mystery.

If I had to give this work a grade or a rating – I think I’ll give is a solid A- or 8/10.

It’s hard to say for sure because I couldn’t read all the text because of my live blogging and details surely went unnoticed. For now I’m pretty impressed. It exceeded my expectations but didn’t completely “wow” in any way except this affair nonsense that will eat away at me for the rest of all eternity.

#sherlock #sherlocked #the six thatchers #t6t #spoilers #sherlock season 4 #fandom rant #live blog

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Masterpost

The lists are done for ships (Dean x Reader, etc). If you are looking for a no-romance imagine with a particular character, you have to go to the no romance section and look through it. For those sections, the names in the brackets are those of the characters used in the imagine.

They all go from earliest to newest, so the first imagines

Headcanons HARRY POTTER

Draco x reader

friends since toddlers, now dating

s/o being sad

Imagines & One shots & Song Requests HARRY POTTER

Draco x Reader

She is different

Merry Christmas, Malfoy

Stay down, Weasley

Shall we dance?

Plans for summer? (Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4)

My little Malfoys

I’ll help you

Magic...

Go away

Scars

George x Reader

Who said we wouldn’t prepare anything?

Let’s go to the ball

Fred x Reader

My Little Chaser

How do you know?

Your crush is here

Harry x Reader

Step aside, Potter (Father!Snape)

Sirius Black x Reader

I knew you would come back

Snape x Reader

Sorry, professor, not today

I care for you

Don’t ever do that

I do not want you to leave

No Romance

She is Malfoy

You deserve that (Draco Malfoy)

LUCIFER

Lucifer x Reader

I see

Revenge

It’s my turn

Happy Birthday, Darling

MARVEL

Bruce Banner x Reader

Arguing with your brother, Tony, about your relationship

Flirting

Returning from the mission

Learning that he tried to kill himself

Him saying that you can never go home

More than just annoyed

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Telling him that his family is dead

Playing piano

Calling you while on mission

Dean and Sam meeting you demon boyfriend (Dean, Sam, Demon!Bucky Barnes)

Him living with you because Natasha asked

Watching movies together

Him leaving for the mission

Pillow Fight

Watching you leave (Bucky, Steve)

Recalling that he tried to kill you

Dancing in the kitchen

Calling your parents

Recognizing you in the street

Understanding the reference

Him leaving for WWII

Having a nightmare

You know you want to

You look bad, dumbass

Happy Birthday, babygirl

I am James

I will do what I have to do to help him (Father!Tony)

Loki x Reader

Visiting him in prison

Avengers capturing you

Returning home to you

You having cold hands

Natasha x Reader

Talking till 4 a.m.

Driving her away

Coming before she leaves for the mission

Calling while she’s on mission

Steve Rogers x Reader

Watching you leave (Bucky, Steve)

I am crazy about you

This is fear

Tony Stark

Apologizing

Dancing

Intervening when your relatives offend you

Steve being over-protective when you date Tony

NO ROMANCE

Teasing Steve (Steve, Tony)

Helping you pick a major (Thor, Natasha, Tony)

You’re very likeable (Phil Coulson)

MERLIN

Arthur x Reader

Saving you from getting married

A Royal Prince

Who cares if one is a prince if he is kissing your sister? (Brotherly!Gwaine)

Not Really Expected

What Were You Thinking?

Isn’t that his highness?

It’s all about my father

Gwen is not ‘the one’

Gwaine x reader

Not Perfect

Merlin x Reader

You don’t have to

Not Romance

I’ll teach you

Two Wizards in One House

Everything will be alright (Lancelot)

Little Sister’s Guardian

ONCE UPON A TIME

Mad Hatter x Reader

Talking to you

No Romance

Have you asked Violet out yet?

SHERLOCK

Mycroft x reader

I know

I simply observed

Merry Christmas

Happy Birthday, Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock x John

I am taking your computer away because you should go to bed

You had one job, Sherlock!

Sherlock x Reader

The One Time John Gets To Explain Stuff To Sherlock

Do Not Open Your Mouth Again (and Part 2)

Jerk

How did I produce such a child?

Moriarty? (Moriarty’s sister!Reader)

Not Romance

Not again (Dad!Mycroft)

Dad is here (Dad!Mycroft)

Let’s play murder

Interrogation (brother!Sherlock & brother!Mycroft)

Good night, darlin’ (Dad!Mycroft)

STAR TREK

Doctor ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader

Not to the Sickbay you say?

She is my sister, Bones! (+ Brother!Kirk)

Late Night Chat

Captain’s Orders, Doctor. Also, I want you alive.

Asexual and terrified

STAR WARS

Han Solo x Reader

Scoundrel

I did not mean to shoot Luke!

SUPERNATURAL

Balthazar x Reader

Introducing Dean and Sam to your kid

Not trusting that he is serious about you

‘Forever’ by Kiss

Castiel x Reader

Telling him that you are not as good as others

Him saying ‘I am no angel’

Everything I do by Bryan Adams

Him taking care of you when you are sick

Him learning that you don’t like Christmas

Him and Christmas Tree

Learning that you can’t sleep after the rape

Him and Mistletoe

Him and Grinch

Soulmates

Him and cooking for Christmas

Taking your computer away because you should sleep

I am here for you

I don’t understand... why hide them? (’bout freckles)

Rabbit and Castiel

Charlie x Reader

Coming home after the mission

Telling her you like her

Chuck x Reader

Meeting for the first time (anti-religious one!)

Him coming for help

Helping you with depression

Crowley x Reader

Dean walking on you kissing

Protecting you

Meeting for the first time

Capturing Crowley to talk to him

‘Fawn’

Him seeing that you self-harm

‘You were always worth saving’

Him learning that you self-harm, even though you promised to stop

You hating John Winchester

Him wanting to marry you (1, 2, 3, 4)

Him being jealous about ‘Angel’

Him saving you from death and making you stay with him in Hell (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)

Hail to the King of Hell

You will burn, Winchester

You must be kidding me (+ Brother!Dean)

Yet we are here, negotiating like proper psychopaths

King of Hell, and you are... a non-important guy?

I promised I would

It took you some time

I always am here

Dean x Reader

Crushing the Impala

Kissing before going hunting

Your father, Balthazar, learning that you and Dean date (Balthazar, Dean)

Scaring him in the morning

Death feeding you because Deana asked him to take care of you (Death)

House of Memories by Panic!At the Disco

Bed of roses by Bon Jovi

No one like you by Scorpions

Comatose by Skillet

I’ll be around by Blowsight

Falling asleep listening to him

Drunk Dean

You didn’t have breakfast, so I brought you food

My child?

Death x reader

You know he doesn’t like us

Do you actually believe that?

How dare you?

Mutual attraction

I did not expect that

She is mine

Shape of you

Gabriel x Reader

Him learning that you are kicked out of home for being bisexual

Him learning that you are pregnant

Having a nightmare

Helping you with depression

Dean and Sam hiding you

Dancing

Him coming back for you

Body image issues

Having dinner

Lucifer x Reader

Finding you after getting out of Cage

Dean and Sam learning that you date Lucifer (Dean, Sam, Lucifer, Castiel)

Your sweet 666 by HIM

Him watching you sleep

You having a heart condition, and him being an a-hole about it

Watching ‘Beauty and the Beast’ together

Every breath you take by the Police

Panic attack

Convincing him to stop looking for God

Being stressed, and Lucifer not helping

Annoying you when you are trying to study

Him killing demons that are hiding you

Him following you because he cares for you

Saving you when you get hurt badly

Taking care of you when you get drunk

Saving you when angels are following you

I’ll bring you back, love (1 and 2)

I knew you would come

Unexpected Guest

Stay away from her

Michael x Reader

Being his soulmate

Sam x Reader

Waking up after being hurt on a hunt

Learning that you self-harm

Dating Soulless!Sam

Spiders

Nightmare

Reading

Winchesters, Cass, Crowley, Balthazar, etc (NO ROMANCE)

Responsible for cameras (Dean, Sam)

Calling to make them proud (Dean, Castiel)

Your brother, Dean, talking to your boyfriend (Dean)

Crowley saving you after learning that he is your father (Crowley)

Balthazar saving you from a maniac

Dean and Sam meeting you demon boyfriend (Dean, Sam, Demon!Bucky Barnes)

Dean learning that you hunt (Dean)

Making Balthazar, your father, proud (Balthazar, Dean, Sam)

Dean, your brother, walking you to the altar (Dean)

Your father, Balthazar, seeing that you got a crush (Balthazar)

Your father, Balthazar, learning that you and Dean date (Balthazar, Dean)

Seeing Destiel

Death feeding you because Deana asked him to take care of you (Death)

Telling about how you performed on a concert (Sam, Dean)

Sam pulling sleeping aid in your tea

New case

Don’t close your eyes

Gotcha

Brave Kid

You will make the right choice

Stay away from our girl

She is coming with me (GuardianAngel!Castiel)

#masterlist #merlin #supernatural #marvel #imagines #supernatural imagines #marvel imagines #merlin imagine #fanfic #crowley #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #castiel #gabriel #lucifer #arthur pendragon

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