#thread: sherlock holmes

[mayhasopinions]

Why do you draw your sherlock with such slanted eyes is it a stylistic choice (genuine question and curiosity, no hate intended)

great question anon! when designing characters, specifically duos, i want their designs to compliment/contrast each other's, and that's what i intended when designing my sherlock and john i.e. john has round eyes and sherlock has sharp slanted eyes! also because i wanted to make sherlock kinda catlike lol

[midnightsaboteur]

Sherlock’s gaze dropped down to watch Zelda snaked her hand between her legs to touch herself, her gesture inspiring him to take hold of his member and start slowly stroking his cock. However, with how Zelda moaned his name, Sherlock soon moved towards her, never able to resist her sultry charms. The way she declared how he never ceased to amaze her made a slight smirk flash across his lips whilst he moved onto the bed, settling himself into a kneeling position between her legs. “You certainly know how to charm, Zelda. One might argue that’s your most effective weapon…” Sherlock mused, tone husky and gaze intent upon her sex. Sherlock reached down to place his hand on top of Zelda’s, gently guiding her fingertips to move against her clit whilst he used his other hand to press the tip of his achingly hard cock upon her slick folds. It took just a slight roll of his hips to push his tip inside her, a groan erupting from Sherlock and more such sounds following as he slowly filled her. 

If there was one thing that Zelda knew about Sherlock with utmost certainty, it was that she could count on him to always find her eventually. Call it love or fascination. Sherlock was sold on her from the moment they met. He would never be able to say no to her, he would never bore her, he would never be entirely predictable. And that was part of the reason she couldn't just let him go.

As one article after another dropped to the ground and Sherlock was finally revealed to her, Zelda hummed in satisfaction. He really was a beautiful man. Dark eyes admired each and every line of muscle, every scar, everything she'd ever committed to her memory. Fingers snaked between her legs as arousal pulsed at the apex of her thighs. "Oh Sherlock.." Zelda moaned his name softly, beckoning him to her with a come hither gesture. "It doesn't matter how many times I see you, you never cease to amaze.. get over here and show me what I've been missing in my marriage."

[aunhinged]

Hilson & Johnlock crossover AU

Wilson and John Bond Over Their Toxic Relationships

John and Wilson grab drinks and vent about their respective geniuses.

John: Does he ever stop for one second and think about anyone but himself?

Wilson: Are you kidding? He thinks I'm the selfish one.

Cue House and Sherlock showing up at the bar, debating some obscure medical/murder theory, completely oblivious to their partners’ gripes.

[eirinstiva]

The very maddest, queerest thing

Missing boots are strange, a huge inheritance is a classic trope in this type of stories, but another Sherlock Holmes? That's something new and crazy!

Also: Holmes saying wrong information about the guest just to be corrected by the clerk with a lot of extra information has the same energy of that person who used a second Reddit account to answer their own question son people will give the correct answer just to correct what is wrong.

This case is getting queerer~ Good luck on your adventure, Watson!

[holmesoldfellow]

Some of the lobby cards for "Sherlock Jr" featuring and directed by Buster Keaton (1924)

[destroyalovesu]

"yeah your book has queer characters in it but is it interesting?"

i agree with the sentiment but these kinds of takes always make me think abt myself at age 14, desperately trawling the local small town library for any books with any mention of gay people (there werent many, at least that i could find at the time). i scoured internet forums for lists of queer books, but i didnt know the right key words and what i did find our library or local book stores usually didnt have and wouldve been really expensive to ship to finland. back then i wouldve read the phone book if youd told me there was a queer character in it.

i guess its just hard to get my head around how much more access there is nowadays. just looking for gay books is infinitely easier, theres a million lists online. if i walk into my local bookshop there will always be a gay romance book on the "trending on tiktok" shelf.

ofc these days the popular sentiment is "who cares if theres queer characters in a book, what matters is that its good". and thats a good thing!! its what we deserve!! but damn it sends my head spinning how much things have changed in just a decade

[allsortzofcrap]

i feel like for the rest of my life i will be walking around totally normal and then periodically, i will be absolutely brained with a metaphorical anvil falling off the side of a building that represents the absolute bafflement i have towards modern adaptations of sherlock holmes and their treatment of irene adler. bbc's most recent adaptation in particular.

im so sorry. please repeat. she was stupid u say??? and i'm sorry, IN LOVE with him u say??????

i'm a feminist so i think women are capable of being in love and also of being stupid. they can do anything they put their minds to ofc ❤️. but this is too far even for me.

it's just that i can't understand why you would choose to write a narrative that is more mysoginistic than the source material when the source material was written in 1891.

was it intentional? did they somehow not pick up on the implications? was it random?

i can't fathom it. it keeps me awake.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (15-21 Dec 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Might As Well Be Dead (Nero Wolfe #27) (Rex Stout, author; Michael Prichard, narrator)

🥰 Wanna Feel the Heat With Somebody (2bestfriends) - 72K, stucky - seasonal reread of this fluffy & indulgent tropetastic omegaverse

😊 If Death Ever Slept (Nero Wolfe #29) (Rex Stout, author; Michael Prichard, narrator)

🥰 The Holiday (crinklefries) - 90K, a Stucky/Thorki version of The Holiday, very well done, forever fave, seasonal reread

💖💖 +129K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Not to me, not if it's you (AidaRonan) - Stranger Things: steddie, 11K - the spirit of xmas/krampus steddie monsterfucking fic we all needed

Something that Feels Like Hope (BeaArthurPendragon) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 7K - sweet & hot shrunkyclunks holiday fic, perennial reread

One Does Not Simply Walk Into JoAnn Fabrics (And other millennial lessons from The Winter Soldier) (attackofthezee (noxlunate)) - MCU: shrinkyclinks, 11K - one of my fave holiday rereads - shrinkyclinks where steve's a DIY crafting YT'er & the recovering WS works at JoAnn's

Carols By Candlelight (aurora_australis, PhryneFicathon) - MFMM: aunt prudence & mr butler, 1.7K - short but nailed character voices

Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (and Other Lies He Tells Himself) (betts) - MCU: stucky modern au, 14K - just one of my all time fave fics ever. So funny and even after at least half a dozen rereads, still manages to make me cry

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Dropout Presents: The Big Team

The Sam Sanders Show - Jessica Williams Talks Therapy and Life Lessons

Handsome - Pretty Little Episode #18

Handsome - Toni Collette asks about inappropriate songs

Dirty Laundry - s4, e10

Ghosts (UK) - s5, e1-7

What We Do In The Shadows - s6, e11

Gastronauts - s1, e6

Elementary - s6, e7-21

The Sam Sanders Show - The Evolution of Pop Music with Diallo and LUXXURY

Ghosts (US) - s4, e8-9

D20: Time Quangle - "The EnWoodening" (s1, e4)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Sherlock Holmes Short Stories - The Adventure of the Speckled Band

Welcome to Night Vale #260 - The December Monologues

Pop Culture Happy Hour - No Good Deed

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Dylan's Mailbag: Strange Things Packed, Authentic Adventures, Road Trip Food Disputes, and More

The Sporkful - Defending Seed Oil: Salad Spinner Year In Review

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Art We Love to Hate

It's Been a Minute - Blocking your mom: why adult children are going no contact

⭐ What Next - How Shaboozey Broke the Mold

Vibe Check - Successful Repression featuring Isabella Hammad

Ologies - Castorology (BEAVERS) with Rob Rich

⭐ Pop Culture Happy Hour - Best Movies To Watch On An Airplane

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Christmas Monsters with Colin Dickey

⭐ Decoder Ring - Mailbag: Fruit Snacks, Waterbeds, and Lobster Tanks

99% Invisible - Mini-Stories: Volume 19

⭐ Song Exploder - Sabrina Carpenter "Please Please Please"

Endless Thread - You'll never believe what happens in our MrBeast explainer…

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Mufasa: The Lion King And What's Making Us Happy

⭐ Switched on Pop - The many lives of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town"

One Song - Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You"

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Easy Listening Gordon Lightfoot - John Denver etc

Rock & Roll Christmas

my Christmas Divas playlist

Jazz Christmas

Christmas - Lindsey Stirling

Christmas - Rockabilly

my Christmas playlist

Destination… Christmas! [Fred Schneider & the Superions]

[elementxrymydear]

@speciesofhurt

"did you two have a nice chat?"

Sherlock stops their reading, slowly glancing over at Watson from the newspaper, they had been waiting for him to speak up, say anything. " Yes, we had a lovely chat." They decide then that reading could wait, wanting their full attention on the man in front of them." Watson, are you jealous? I would be happy to share any details you may be curious to."

[gibbearish]

anyone else experience the thing where you have like. ships in law. like someone you follow is turbo into a pairing from a media you know nothing about so youre like. well guess this is our ship now

[zepuffer]

i was going to apologize for making him too young but i’ve now learned he’s 27 in study in scarlet so we are ballin

[theabominableblogger]

I hate how much sense this makes honestly but this is hilarious

[moviegroovies]

TOP MOVIES 2023

10. Dicks: The Musical (2023)

9. Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows (2011)

8. Citizen Kane (1941)

7. Sorry To Bother You (2018)

6. There Will Be Blood (2007)

5. Deathtrap (1982)

4. Prospect (2018)

3. Pitch Black (2000)

2. School Daze (1988)

The Hitcher (1986)

[noonewilleverknowistealkneecaps]

Idk if thats okay that i reblog so much but, i believe that yes! What did Livanov say about it, something something, love can be faked on screen but friendship cant?

I live for that because, the whimsy of their off-screen interactions, like cmon

That sure aint faked

Dont mind the tiny text, im just yapping about how good this show is.

P.S. that smexy blue lighting throughout the series makes all the shirts look porcelain and ethereal, im in love

[partentts]

detective conan really has it all:

- bad writing

- somewhat cheap plot twists for shock factor

- girls with so so many issues that will never be addressed

- unintentional gay people

- extremely interesting plot threads that aren't nearly expanded on enough

- kudou shinichi (and his one million clones)

- same face syndrome

- one thousand million ways of killing your loved ones

- police force that honestly kind of suck (just like in real life!)

- some guy who isn't even from this series

- three thousand million ways of killing your boss

- unintentional gay people again (lesbians this time)

- three 6 year olds running around murder cases (plus two teenagers)

- unintentional neglectful and/or abusive parents

- an unexplained drug that serves as the driving force for the entire premise of the story

- curry

- one million secret identies

- a thousand secret agents

- incest

- will-they-won't-they romance in favor of actual relationship development

- incest again (now plot relevant)

- Beika murder town

- walking death magnet (call that a shini-chi-kami)

- accidental trans allegory

- some morals that you really shouldn't take to heart

- autistic guys who tries to emulate sherlock holmes due to their special interests

- yuri

- my favouritest girl ever (shiho)

[cherryclxud]

Catch me if you can, Lord Holmes pt1

(ENOLA HOLMES)!Sherlock x BRIDGERTON!reader

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Description: a writer by the name of Marcus Bradford has been writing a weekly updated crime story that appears in the newspaper and it is the talk of the ton. sherlock is then pulled in to uncover the mystery of the story of the abominable bride. will he be able to find the writer of this story who yet remains hidden from seemingly all of society?

word count: 3.8k

Warnings: none

read below for credits

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MARCUS BRADFORD WAS AN EXTRAORDINARY WRITER. He wrote books of fantasy, romance, and tragedies. But anyone who has read Bradford’s works will tell you his prized works were that of the thrilling crimes series that would be posted on the weekly newspapers on page 4. Yes, no one could deny that this was the reason he was the talk of the ton. Appearing out of seemingly nowhere, Marcus Bradford’s words made it into every household in London, whispers about the crimes written were on the tongue of the fanatics every passing day, 

“Did you read what this man has written?”

“Did you see where he left this week's edition off?”

“How can the bride return when she so clearly shot her brains out in front of a whole street?”

“She returned and killed her husband then was found back at the morgue?”

It was a story where no one could see a true way to solve it, and so it kept everyone on the edge of their seat, that is…everyone but one.

Sherlock Holmes hated Marcus Bradford, and he hated his work. He was never a fan of fiction since fiction wasn't real and wasn't deducible, therefore he was never actually interested in anything this man was writing, but when all the clients asking for help seemingly came to him complaining that they wanted him to solve a fictional case written in a newspaper, that's when he would pick up the story to read and wasn't able to put it down till he had finished the latest edition of it. Two thoughts running through Sherlock Holmes’ head after putting the paper down, he hated fiction, and he hated Marcus Bradford.

The story was impossible to deduce anything out of, how could someone dead return? The bride quite clearly can't be who murdered her husband however the story clearly states that the husband had recognised her before his death. But she was in the mourge, how could the bride be in 2 places at once? How could she then continue to kill countless men after her funeral? Sherlock felt there were too many open ends and loose threads. Threads that only one person knew the ends of. Marcus Bradford.

But no one knew who Bradford was, no one had seen him before, in fact, he had never attended any soirees nor had any presence in the ton that anyone knew of. This opened a new case for Sherlock. Who is Marcus Bradford?

No one in the ton knew that Marcus Bradford was always under their noses.

In the prestigious house of the Bridgertons, y/n Bridgerton picked at the strings of her violin with a sigh. Mrs Wilson walked into the drawing room with the weekly news and a copy of today's Lady Whstledown, y/n watched as her younger sister Eloise snatched this week's paper out of the head maid's hands and quickly skipped to page 4, with an eye roll, y/n took the gossip sheet from Mrs Wilsons hand thanking her before pretending to skim over the paper. In truth y/n wasn't interested in the words of Lady Whistledown, she only ever tried to look out to see if ‘Marcus’ was ever mentioned. He was not. She dropped the sheet on the table before standing at the window and looking out.

“Can you believe it, another one?” Eloise spoke up not tearing her eyes from the sheet. Looking back at Eloise, y/n feigned confusion “Hmm, sorry what was that?

Eloise dropped the paper on her lap and looked blankly at the ceiling “Another man was murdered, all because the yard can't solve the case”

y/n picked the paper from Eloise and pretended to skim over it while hiding her smile, “Oh Eloise don't tell me you are going on about this stupid little story again, why not go read something more useful? Or try looking into who Lady Whisteldown is again, you loved that remember? This story doesn't seem to be doing anyone any good, and the writer seems to have hit a wall don't you think?”

Instantly Eloise turned her head to y/n  and stood up walking to her, “no you don't get it, sister,” she snatched the paper from the elder girls hands and pointed to a line “See here it's different ‘The man’s face paled as he looked at the contents of the envelope, turning it over, four orange pips dropped unto the table’ see sister it’s strange, this man got a warning the others didn't. Something big must be coming y/n, something different.” she quickly took the paper and ran up to her room leaving y/n looking behind her.

In truth y/n was out of inspiration. Writing under the pen name Marcus Bradford, she had made quite the name for him, but she thought, perhaps she had gone too strong with the opening and now she was crashing, the seeds in the envelope was her quite literally reaching for straws at this point, trying to buy herself time hoping that some grand idea will hit her. 

She was happy with all the attention her writing was gaining even if it was under a false name. She knew her stories would have gotten nowhere otherwise. She also knew that she couldnt keep writing forever, no matter how much she loved it. Her mother was on her back about missing many balls since her debut last year and that since Eloise’s debut this year, it’s harder taking care of two girls at once, especially two girls who cared more about books than looking to the men right in front of them. 

It wasn't like y/n was not interested in romance at all, rather, she was actually quite the romantic, but she found no interest in the advances of the men of the ton, in fact she always compared the whole process to a birds mating ritual, all the dancing, and the reciting of poetry and the hundreds of flower bouquets and colours. no, she much preferred the romance on the paper she read, and quite often found herself daydreaming about the books she had read, maybe one day a pirate would take her to go treasure hunting together. Or maybe a past childhood friend she doesn't remember will profess his undying love to her and how he never forgot her all these years.

y/n scoffed at the thoughts she was having, “Maybe all I need is a change of perspective and scenery…I assume a ball will have to do then” She rolled her eyes before standing and going to look for her mother's whereabouts. 

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IF YOU WERE LOOKING TO FIND SHERLOCK HOLMES, polite society would usually be the last place you would look. To Sherlok it is mundane and boring, and really there is no point in trying to connect with people whose knowledge and understanding end where yours begin. With this knowledge in mind, you can imagine how shocking it would be to the people of the ton when that very Wednesday Lord Sherlock Holmes was in the promenade with his younger sister in hand, they walked straight ahead ignoring all the stares they received. Enola could quite clearly see many desperate mamas pointing to Sherlock and whispering to their daughters. “You must remind me again Sherlock, why are we here?”

Sherlock stopped walking and unhooked his arm out of Enolas’ before looking around the park and then turning to her “I’m hunting”

“Hunting? In the promenade? Brother that's hardly quite safe” she spoke with a smirk before raising an eyebrow at her brother “Don't tell me you’re-... you're not hunting for a wife are you?”

This question made Sherlock momentarily stop looking around and then sigh “Really Enola think before you speak, honestly a wife out of any of the women here? Marrying a mannequin would be more  productive, at least then it wouldn't throw stupid questions at me” he eyed a few women but quickly looked away uninterested “besides I doubt any of them can hold up any meaningful conversation with substance”

Enola rolled her eyes before swatting her brother's arms lightly with her fan “Don't be so easy to underestimate them all Sherlock you never know” She then walked ahead leaving him behind.

“Of course I know, I'm Sherlock Holmes”

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y/n sat on the chair under the umbrella with a fan in her left hand and a book in her right, skillfully managing to hold the book and turn the pages all with one hand, her mother sat by her chatting her ear off about some lord or other that had passed by, and all y/n could do was hum in absent agreement to please her mother when in truth she held no care for whatever lord she spoke of.

“y/n dear look theres lord manyard,” y/n looked just above her book at the lord her mother spoke of, truth be told he was appealing to the eyes but y/n knew better, she knew that he had been sweet talking almost every debutant in the ton, her eyebrow twitched into a semi frown when he caught her eyes. A wink and smirk were sent her way causing her to use every muscle in her body to not shiver with disgust, she could not however stop the massive eyeroll she did “i hear that he owns land and estates in the country and that he is even buying out oil factori-”

y/n lightly slammed her book in her lap and gave violet bridgerton a tightlipped smile, she knew her mother meant well and that she only wanted what is best for her, but it was getting hard to see her mothers disappointment at every rejection she made, “Mama, where perchance did eloise go? I did have something quite important i needed to discuss with her”

Violet sighed but pushed no further “well yes I suppose sitting here will do you no good, last i saw her she was on the promenade trail with Penelope, will you be alright on your own or should I send Anthony with you?” 

y/n had already gotten up and adjusted her dress “No it's quite alright I think I’ll be fine on my own” and with that, she made her way in the direction her mother pointed to only to be stopped by a bunch of little kids running past her throwing confetti at each other, unfortunately, some got caught on her dress so while she walked she busied herself with clearing the tiny squares of paper off of her. As such in cliche stories and books, she wasn't looking in front of her causing her to bump into someone who equally wasn't looking where they were going.

Both parties' priorities regaining their balance before looking to the person in front of them, and looking up y/n noticed a girl about her age looking back at her “Please accept my apologies I wasn't focused on where I was going”

The girl quickly shook her hands in front of her “No no please you must apologise i also wasn't aware of my surroundings as I walked so if anything I'm equally at fault here”

Y/n smiled at the girl in front of her and gave her a small nod, then suddenly thought…what now, the girl was looking at her almost expectantly, y/n wasn't sure if she should say something or just walk away, but she had already stood there for too long in silence to suddenly walk away, but on the other hand what does she say?

“Enola”

Y/n raised her eyebrows “Sorry?”

“Enola Holmes… that's my name if you wanted to know” y/n raised her eyebrow at the familiar-sounding name. Enola extended her hand to y/n to shake.

“OH… oh I see yes, very nice to meet you Enola, I'm y/n Bridgerton” She then grabbed Enola's hand and shook it too as they smiled to each other.

“I must say Enola I haven't seen you in the promenade before…or at any soirees or some such thing” y/n spoke as she looked around.

Enola nodded as she brought her head up to her forehead “Yes well, I don't usually come out, I'm usually around my brother and he really doesn't care for the affairs of the ton so we rarely actually leave Baker Street”

Y/n tilted her head “I see, then what seems to have prompted today's outing?”

Enola linked her arms in y/n as they started to walk “Well-” stopping midsentence the Holmes girl furrowed her eyebrows and lifted her chin as she tried to think “In all truthfulness, I haven't the faintest idea when I asked my brother he simply stated that he was hunting”

Y/n stopped midstep and looked to Enola in confusion, “Hunting? In the promenade? I doubt he'd be lucky getting any deer or game here” She laughed at the absurdity  then a thought popped into her head “he's not..hunting for women is he?”

“Those were my exact words when I confronted him, however, if I know anyone it's my brother, he isn't interested in trivialities, ‘Enola, I’d rather marry a mannequin than a woman’ were his exact words to me” she spoke as she walked on with y/n and even deepened her voice as she quoted her brother, making y/n giggle at the absurdity.

“Quite the idealist he sounds like, lucky he is a man and gets to choose and not get judged upon it” y/n voiced her thoughts making Enola look at her “You quite right y/n, and it helps him that he is also the second son so no responsibility on his shoulder he is free to do as his heart desires”

Y/n and Enola both laugh before the latter girl notices her brother standing with a couple of gentlemen smoking cigars. She pointed at her brother and sighed “Had I known he had planned to throw me aside for his playmates I would have benefited more from staying at home” 

Y/n looked in the direction she was pointing at and suddenly it was like it all clicked once she saw him, of course, how could she miss such an obvious thing “Your brother is Lord Sherlock Holmes?! Of course, how could I not realise it sooner.” She slapped her hand lightly on her forehead as she looked to Enola who nodded in response.

“Trust me y/n, not as fun as it sounds, my eldest brother gave my wardship to Sherlock since he is already busy as it is with family and estate affairs and ever since then Sherlock has been as busy as ever” she stuck her tongue out at sherlock who looked away from the group of men at his sister. His eyes quickly flickered to y/n but didn't linger as his attention returned to Enola before he too stuck his tongue out to her.

Y/n smiled at the sight of the two of them, they made her think of her own family “You complain yet you both seem inseparable, it's sweet, mine are over there” She pointed to where Anthony and Colin were standing with Hyacinth and Gregory playing with a hoop. Hyacinth threw it up and Anthony managed to hook his arm in it then bowed to the trio in front of him. 

Enola giggled at the sight “My that is a lot of siblings how do you get a moment of peace to yourself?” causing the other girl to roll her eyes with a smile “I don't, and believe it or not there are 4 more” Enola’s jaw dropped before noticing that Anthony had apparently started approaching them, “it seems your brother wants you back I assume?”

“Not at all I'm just checking on my sister” he smiled at the two girls before directing his attention solely to his sister “sister I'm glad you are finally adjusting and meeting people that aren't on paper” y/n rolled her eyes before pushing Anthony's shoulder lightly “oh nothing makes you happy does it Anthony, I sit reclusively, I’ll become a spinster, I mingle with other people I'm suddenly to adventurous” they both laughed before the sister turned to Enola “Enola this is Anthony my brother, Anthony…this is Enola Holmes”

Anthony's eyebrows rose “Holmes? As in Sher-”

“Good day to you Bridgerton” 

There is a saying, ‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear’, and it seems quite fitting to use right here seeing as the man who approached the group and spoke up at that moment was Sherlock Holmes himself.

Anthony stood straight and nodded with a straight face to Sherlock  “Holmes.”

Both men looked at each other, like in a staring contest, both Enola and y/n raised their eyebrows in confusion, looked at each other then back at their brothers. Suddenly like it was synchronised both the men shook hands and pulled each other into a friendly hug. 

“I'm sorry Anthony but it feels like there's some missing context here, you both looked like you were about to murder each other and yet now you are acting like old friends, which is it friend or foe?” Y/n crossed her arms as she looked at the two men

Anthony looked to Sherlock with a smirk “Definitely foe dear sister seeing as since  his graduation Lord Holmes here didn't see it fit to send any correspondence any longer”  

The younger Bridgertons eyes widened as she looked to the older Holmes “You knew Anthony during his study?”

Sherlock nodded “We studied at Oxford at the same time, I studied chemistry and your brother focused on history and literature or some such thing”

Anthony coughed looking away quickly “Lord Holmes here was 1 year my senior and was booked in a flat with Hastings and I, of course, he valued his complete privacy so while he got the single bigger room in the flat me and Bassett had to share” he spoke with an eye roll.

It was Sherlock's turn to clear his throat and look away “Yes…how is Bassett… well I assume I must respectively call him the duke now”

Y/n who had felt that she and Enola had been quite forgotten now spoke up before Anthony could “Yes he is quite well, dukedom fits him rather well” 

Sherlock turned to the younger Bridgerton “Is that so? I see you have become acquainted with the duke” making the girl smirk “But of course hard not to when my sister is quite literally married to him”

“I see…”

“So Holmes” Anthony spoke up clapping his hands together to divert the conversation “you never promenade what has changed? Finally thinking of settling down?” 

“He's hunting” Enola spoke up.

Sherlock looked to his sister with a sigh before meeting the confused face of the Bridgertons and before they could speak up with any accusations he decided to clear his name.

“Not hunting persay, more scouting. I'm looking for the Bradfords”

It seemed as though time stopped around them, the two Bridgerton siblings and Enola’s eyes widened and y/n’s fan stopped mid-swing, the silence was heavy but was burst when Anthony quickly started laughing. 

“Holmes, surely you jest, don't tell me you too have been ensnared by a small column of fiction like the rest of the ton” he spoke and was quickly followed by Enola who expressed that he constantly refused to read it and that he could possibly just be joking.

Y/n looked at each person and stepped back to watch how this would play out.

“I assure you I do not jest or joke, I have received many clients coming to me with this case and it can only be solved if I find this Marcus Bradford himself” Sherlock frustratedly spoke while looking to his sister and old friend.

Enola raised an eyebrow before addressing her brother once more “And…what case might that be Sherlock?”

Suddenly as Sherlock looked to the three stood before him, his eyes flickered between them as he embarrassingly spoke. “The case of the abominable bride.”

Y/n tried so hard but couldn't hold in the laughter causing it to come out as a snort more like. Most unladylike and in fact unhelpful seeing as Sherlock's embarrassment now turned to frustration and annoyance.

The girl quickly realised her mistake and apologised with a smile, “It's just you'd think you of all people wouldn't waste your time with a storybook” 

Anthony was quick to scold his sister lightly then turned to Sherlock “I am not sure why you are doing this Holmes but…if it helps there is no Marcus Bradford in the ton, trust me people have looked.” 

Sherlock nodded solemnly while looking around the ton slowly “I see… well then we had best be on our way then, it was nice seeing you and meeting your sister Anthony”

Anthony nodded and bid the Holmes' farewell as Enola promised she would write to y/n. As the two families split away and started walking away, y/n suddenly stopped and stood back and waited for Anthony to keep walking and not notice before quickly walking back to the Holmes siblings.

“Lord Holmes!” she called out to him, Sherlock and Enola turned to y/n as she stopped in front of them and took a moment to regain composure. “You know Lord Holmes… I have a pet cat named Minnie” 

Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why he was being told this, then the Bridgerton spoke up once more “She has this terrible terrible habit of loving the house a lot, and it drives me crazy looking for her but I think I have a technique down on how to catch her.” Sherlock still had no idea where this was going yet…something in him told him to humour the girl and give her his complete attention. 

“I used to go to every maid and ask her if she had seen Minnie until I realised, really if I track down the most important places I'd be saving time and energy, so now… when Minnie runs off, I just go to the kitchens and wait… she will have to eat sometime and the kitchen staff know not to let her out after that.”

And with that y/n turned around and walked back to her family who were sitting under the umbrella. 

“What was that about?” Enola spoke up when she noticed Sherlock was still looking at where y/n stood with a far-off look.

“A cat called Minnie…apparently”

y/n smirked as she watched Sherlock and Enola leave the promenade. If Sherlock Holmes wanted a wild goose chase, then who was she to deny him of it?

“Catch me if you can Lord Holmes” she spoke with a smirk

The game was truly afoot.

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I do not own Bridgerton

I do not own Sherlock or Enola Holmes

and I most certainly do not own the abominable bride story

they belong to their rightful owners.

I only own the fic idea.

@frost-queen