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[oldtowrs]

WHEN IT’S OVER - MYCROFT HOLMES

PROMPTS - ww2 au + 9. “end of the war” kiss + “i love you and i couldn’t imagine a life without you.” +

A/N: hello! another mycroft fic woop woop! i’ve been wanting to write this for a while even if it is just a modge podge of random prompts and ideas. i just hope you all enjoy and if you do please like or reblog or comment. my last lindir fic flopped really freaking hard and it kind of makes me sad because i spent 3+ hours on that fic so that i could give you all some new content. please don’t let my smol sweetheart mycroft flop. please? also the gif isn’t mine, its from wattpad, i don’t remember where. credits to the editor

WARNINGS: mentions of war i guess

WORDS: ~2000

The low hanging clouds remained ever constant as the scenery outside the rattling train changed from rolling green hills with the occasional village to the bustling city of London. The train kept nearing the station, the survivors kept living, the rubble kept crumbling. The city would suffer and lament its losses, but it would endure just as I had. 

I had been a nurse during the war, caring and treating the salvageable and the doomed victims alike. And all the while I sat wrapping bloodied appendages in gauze and apply antibacterial salves, I thought of him. 

I thought of the man who looked absolutely ravishing with his side swept curls of russet and his soft sprinkling of freckles. The man who could bend his enemies' will to match his own with nothing more than a look but who could also comfort me with sweet words spoken in his hushed and poshly-accented voice. The man whose tall form and welcoming embrace smelled of clean tweed, old sweaters with a note of expensive cologne, aftershave and the warmth of a hot cup of earl grey. The man who gave me his heart and who in return cared for mine with all the world’s delicacy and sweetness. Mycroft Holmes, my fiance, who I had left behind at the beginning of the war. 

He had proposed to me two months before the war when I had no clue I would be sent to the fields and the clinics to care for England’s wounded soldiers. Looking down at the thin and simple but elegant band around my finger, memories of the calm afternoon drive to the countryside, the warmth of the sun and the happiness that had overwhelmed my heart and soul in a singular, blissful moment ran through my head. 

I hadn’t seen Mycroft since the beginning of the war. I hadn’t seen him for 5 years. 5 whole years. We had written back and forth when we had found the time, and in fact I still had the bundle of wax-sealed letters written in curling, elegant script in my bag, but unfortunately, we had found ourselves occupying busy and stressful jobs: him being a high-ranking government official and me being, well, gone. The war had split us apart, but my love for Mycroft was what kept me going each and every day filled with wailing and crying people, newly-orphaned children, and the other casualties of war. 

I just hoped he hadn’t moved on, hadn’t found someone to replace me in my absence. Although, I could hardly blame him if he had. 

These thoughts swam around my head as the train finally pulled into the bustling station, steam from the train’s engine billowing up and fogging the windows that made up the high, vaulted ceilings. 

After gathering my belongings, I made my way to the exit at the end of the train car I had shared with countless others returning from where ever the war had scattered them. And as I stepped out of the car, the calling of names and the whistling of the train and the crying of London’s people instantly flooded my senses. 

Anxiety bubbled in my chest, constricting my throat as my nervousness grew. What if Mycroft didn’t bother to show? What if he had found someone prettier and moved on? What if the war truly had come between us?

And then from across the bustling mass of people, I see him standing near one of the tall stone supports that reach to the ceiling like flowers to the sun. I began to fight my way through the crowd, while the thought of his name echoing through every facet of my mind. And when I had finally made my way through the majority of the crowd, I stopped, a small gasp leaving my mouth at the sight of him. 

He was dressed in his finest Shetland wool sweater, the delicate linen and silk of his cream button up and tie peeking out from beneath the taupe neckline, and brown tweed pants and his chestnut-hued oxfords. His russet curls were mostly combed back; a small bunch of the reddish locks fell down the slope of his forehead and ended just above his eyebrows and glinting grey eyes. He was clean cut and the usual air of professionalism hung about him as always, but his dress gave him a softer edge.

He was just as handsome as the day I left. 

“Mycroft!” I called. His tall figure turned and happiness seemed to shine through the confusion and the cloudiness that lingered in his gaze. I watched as his lips parted in a wide grin that revealed the shining whiteness of his teeth. It was a genuine smile, one that he only let slip onto his wonderful face when I was the only one around. 

“Y/N! Oh, you’ve returned!” He exclaimed, his pale, freckled hands flying from his pockets like birds from a cage as he rushed towards me. I dropped my bag and welcomed the familiar curling of his long arms around me, the softness of his skin and hair against my own and the solidity of him against me. The warm scent of his aftershave and cologne intoxicated my senses, the memories of all the long days remedied by embraces such as this one flooding the forefront of my mind. My heart soared with the happiness and the familiarity and comfort of it all and I found myself burying a smile of my own into the warmth of his shoulder, the wool of his sweater tickling my cheek. 

“Oh darling,” Mycroft mumbled into the long curtains of my hair, his posh accent pleasant against my ears. “I’ve missed you dearly.” 

No matter how long Mycroft had been practicing, no facade could hide the hint of pain in his voice as he said those words. 

I’ve missed you.

And then it hit me. Mycroft really had missed me, probably to the point of near heartbreak. It was clear in the passion with which he hugged me, the genuineness with which he smiled, the desperation with which he spoke. For him to throw his facades to the wind, especially in a place as public as the station, must’ve meant he’d been hurting so much for far too long for him to care about his appearances. It was reckless of him and it made my heart ache. Mycroft, though he pretended he didn’t, felt things deeply and often times, it would always lead to overwhelming sadness and anxiety. Mycroft had hurt endlessly with no one to console his worries for the past 5 years. And with a war to burden him even more… 

The thought brought tears to my eyes. 

“I missed you too,” I croaked, “so so much, Myc.”

At the mention of my nickname for him, he retreated from the embrace to look at me, his hands still fondly grasping my sides in a desperate attempt to ground himself to me, and me to him. Sadness and worry filled his eyes. 

“Darling,” he said, “is everything alright?” 

His voice was soft, and I barely heard him over the roar and din of the station. My hands left their place on his shoulders to gently brush over the wool of his sweater and the soft skin of his neck until my hands delicately held his face. 

“You’ve been hurting all this time haven’t you?” I asked, my eyebrows scrunching together as the storm clouds returned to cloud Mycroft’s irises. “All this time, without me, you’ve been hurting and you didn’t try to find comfort in anyone. You just let yourself hurt.”

He smiled softly, sadly. A hint of love lingered in his eyes like the few rays of honeyed sunlight that spills through gaps in the clouds as the sun begins to set on a cloudy day.

“You’ve been working on your deductions skills, I see,” he said. A small smirk, perhaps of pride, graced his lips and a brief moment of pause had just begun to settle when he spoke again. “It wasn’t as bad as one would presume.”

I really didn’t see how it could’ve been worse. The war had brought the constant prospect of my death and all the fear and stress that accompanied the thought. Not to mention, Mycroft had one of the most stressful jobs in all of England, and he had to deal with its toils alone, with no one to comfort him. 

“Well, it really couldn’t have,” Mycroft said as if reading my mind. “I was rather lonely in your absence and I can’t think of anything worse from being parted from you, darling. You are my light after all.”

Mycroft pulled me close again, this time, with more hesitation. I hugged him tightly despite the delicateness of it all, just to let him know I was there and that I wasn’t leaving.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his lips brushing the tips of my ears, “no one could provide me with more comfort than you, and I’d rather suffer alone for a little while than seek comfort in someone else and potentially dash any dream of ever being in your arms again. I’d rather have you, darling.”

Tears blurred my vision as I hugged Mycroft ever closer. “Thank you, Myc.”

A small murmur of worry-cloaked hope was my response. “You didn’t happen to find anyone either, did you?”

The words pained my heart, and I removed myself from the embrace to look into the grey pools of his eyes. I held his face as reverently as I possibly could and my words were soft and bright in the chaos that surrounded us. 

“Of course not, Myc,” I said, the words sweet on my tongue. My hands slid from his face and instead found a home in the grasp of Mycroft’s. My eyes flitted to my ring, and then to his matching one, then to him. “We still have a world to create together, after all. No war could tear the chance of a life with you away from me. I love you and I couldn’t live a life that didn’t have you in it.”

Relief seemed to flood Mycroft’s eyes along with the tears that glossed them. And then, Mycroft did exactly what I had been craving and missing for the past five years. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and mine found their way around his neck and he kissed me. 

And in that kiss, there was heat and passion in the way our blushing faces touched. And beneath that fierce cloak of passion, there was a soft fondness that always comes with the absence of a loved one. There was pain and longing, but there was something warm and sweet in the pure love that laid beneath. 

When our lips parted, I waited a moment before reopening my eyes to savor the sweetness and the intensity of the kiss. And then my eyes opened and I was met with a wide grin, and eyes that were almost overflowing with tears of pure happiness. I know they would never fall, Mycroft was too restrained for that. But to me, the tears were proof that he still loved me. We had endured our own personal hell during the war. But now, the war was over and we were together again, and nothing could ever come between us again. 

“It’s so wonderful having you back,” Mycroft said. His hand drifted to my face, his thumb caressing the curve of my cheek. “And I cannot possibly wait for all the memories we will make, my love.” 

And with those words, I kissed him again, quick and sweet. A smile brightened his usually grim face as his hand found mine. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, ecstatic to be back in the arms of the one I loved.

“Come, darling, let’s go home.”

[entishramblings]

Midnight Greetings, My Preciouses!!

I want to make a masterlist of lotr/th fanfics/one-shot/drabble writers here on Tumblr so when we are in the reading mOoD we will have oH sO mAnY oPtIOns!!!

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I WILL UPDATE THIS LIST REGULARLY

(Ugh apparently you can only tag 50 people wtf??)

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(part 2 is in the reblogs)

@entishramblings (me lol)

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Legolas Greenleaf

Imagine Legolas waking up without you | @long-cosmos-overhead​

Elven Healing | @legolaslovely​

Childhood Love | @uncpanda

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The Miscalculated Whittled Elk | @elvenbookworm

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Her | @thatfanficstuff

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Magic Fingers | @dashesofink​

Wounds | @starkonic​ 

Corpse Bride AU | @coalsmind​ | corpse bride au 

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Nightmare | @starkonic​

Beautifully Human | @legolaslovely​

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Let Down Your Hair | @seinelee​

Enjoy the Moment | @lotr-hobbit-imagines​

Reconciliation, 2 | @uncpanda​

Marry Me | @lotrmynewobsession​

Imagine Being a Human Who Has Fallen in Love with Legolas, but Being Hesitant to Start a Relationship because you are Mortal | @swanimagines​

“Explain it to Me Again- Why do we Need to Pretend to be Married?” | @beautifultypewriter​

You Only Love Once | @waiting-for-motivation​

A Peculiar Fellowship | @ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell​ | 7/7?

Legolas Thinks the Reader is Human because he’s Dumb lol | @legolassss​

A Friend’s Warmth | @dashesofink​

Thranduil

Thranduil x reader; angsty but fluffy | @saviorsong​

Imagine Thranduil zoning out during a meeting as he recalls the previous night spent in your arms making love | @tigereyesf​

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Black & White | @finnofamerica​ | soulmate au

Imagine: Legolas exposing Thranduil’s Crush on You | @beebosclique​

Imagine: Bard not Knowing the Reader is Thranduil’s Wife and Compliments Her in Front of Him | @beebosclique​

Original Elvish courtship/relationship facts & other things from Tolkien that I found interesting | @holytolkien​

Imagine: Thranduil asking the guards to fetch you so you can dine with him | @holytolkien​

A Writer’s Guide to Elvish Courting | @luna-xial​

Meeting the Parents Masterlist | @theincaprincess​ | 2/11

Confessions | @thetherianthropydaily​

Multiple Characters 

Elves with Pregnancy | @writingsofa-hobbit​

Braiding Your Curly/Kinky Hair; The Elves | @castieltrash1​

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To the writers that I follow and to the ones I don’t;

I am so grateful that each and everyone of you take time out of your days/evenings to write and create content for others to enjoy. Like, seriously you all are honestly one of my favorite creators on this dumbass website. I don’t care what kinda stories you write all of you are a blessing and I can not thank you enough for doing what you do.

The way you guys can write with emotion and make others feel with just your words, honestly amazing and god bless you for doing it for free, cause man i know this can take a lot especially if your out here writing 3,000+ stories. Even though I have to take a moment to scream a bit cause y’all like hurting me with your stories/oneshots (Callie I am looking at you you are a wonderful writer but man you hit me with the sad a lot lol) I wouldn’t have it any other way I’m so glad you guys make stories/oneshots I’m honestly reeling for better words here but !!! I can’

This is out of the blue but I just wanted to give a little appreciation to you the writer creators on tumblr, I love each and every one of you guys, even the one I don’t know thank you sm for doing what you do ♥️

With love,

A fool names len

And some of you I hope it’s okay to tag I have t really spoken to you also this goes for all writers if I haven’t made it clear ya fool is bad with wordings

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Tagged by @the-violet-writer. 💛 Thank you!

Rules: Answer the questions, tag fifteen mutuals.

Are you named after anyone?

Haha, yes. My parents named me after some random mtv dj...

When was the last time you cried?

Dawg I have no idea... I think while I was studying for my AP physics test? Who knows tho. I may have cried while watching a movie during break. All I know is it happens frequently.

Do you have/want kids?

Besides my ocs and my cat? No. Maybe one day but I’ve never given it much thought.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Definitely. It’s ruined my life at school.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Voice. I barely register appearances unless I’m really trying to. The only way I realize people I know are around is when they talk to me.

What’s your eye color?

Dark, dark brown. They’ve been mistaken for black dozens of times. they turn “bronzey” in the sun though.

Scary movie or happy ending?

I love happy ending movies. Love them... unless it’s a scary movie with a happy ending in which case I get upset. (I didn’t come here for morals)

Any special talents?

Writing... that’s it, unless you can count the ability to avoid social interaction. I also used to be good at archery but I haven’t picked up a bow in years.

Where were you born?

Denver, Colorado!

What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, watching movies, and camping.

Do you have any pets?

YES! I have a six month calico named Lilo (she’s horrible, and absolutely horrible person all in all. Cruel and evil. Obviously going through her demanding toddler years.) and a golden Labrador named Buddy (very original)

What sports do you play/have you played?

A long time ago I tried swimming, but I nearly drowned. Then I went into basketball... I scored a basket in the wrong goal, cried, then quit. Finally, I went into volleyball and played on club for three years before pulling an “I’m bored” and quitting.

How tall are you?

hnnnnnnggggg 5′8″???? Maybe???

Favorite subject in school?

English LIT 4 lifeeee

Dream job?

I’d love to make a career out of writing alone but I have been reassured by everyone that will never happen so probably a screenwriter/director along with writing.

Tagging  @wickedalienation @inthedarkwedancetogether @txintedsxint @monstrouswrites @writingsofa-hobbit @rhikasa @loveisaplotdevice @bluejay-of-petrichor @writerproject @grimmwrites @itsshainy @kirby-the-frog @its-not-fine-but-whatever @writingwordsanddrawingpictures 

[universalmemoir]

honey

[word submitted by @writingsofa-hobbit]

i loved you i truly did but you weren’t good for me i suppose i have no better explanation for why you turned into honey and dripped through my fingers leaving your residue on my arms and sweet bitterness on my tongue  i blame myself if i had never met you  i’d have never lost you if i had never loved you none of this would have happened yes i regret everything but you were lovely while you lasted and as i watched you crystallize pooling around my feet on the floor i remembered the way you tasted and i wonder if losing you wasn’t a bad thing after all it means that, for a brief moment i had something worth keeping and for that brief moment the world was brighter

h.rae | universalmemoir

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[chriscalledmesweetie]

Last Sentence Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @elwinglyre.

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in that sentence.

From an upcoming chapter of Sherlock of Green Gables:

“I think when I grow up I’ll be a chemist, and perform brilliant experiments — or maybe I’ll be a detective, and solve the most baffling crimes.”

Tagging @imnova @daisyfairy1 @crazycatt71 @writingsofa-hobbit @weneedtotalkaboutsherlock @221bsherlockedbitch @221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor @seaweedwrites @freebirdflyingforever @love-in-mind-palace @notjustamumj @221bsweetheart @bakingsherlycakes and anyone else who’d like to share. I know you’ve probably all been tagged before, but I hope you’ve written a new last sentence since then.

[imperial-martian]

Awe! Thank you @letysg0.

I love all of these writers: @bbcsherloves @sherlockxreader @thebeethathums @writingsofa-hobbit @fandom-writers

*reads a gorgeous line in a fanfic* oh my god. how is this possible. how did they even fucking think of this. the symbolism is spot on. the planets are fucking aligned, everything is one and all and the world is complete, my soul is at peace

[oldtowrs]

Come Back to me, Darling - Thranduil

Based on the imagine from  @imaginexhobbit : Imagine being Thranduil’s wife and the look of heartbreak in his eyes when you wake up from a coma and have no recollection of your life with him.

A/N: Hello, people! Thank you so much for putting up with my unannounced and unexpected hiatus. School’s been pretty stressful and I haven’t had the motivation to write, but now I think I’m back on my bullshit, and fics should be coming out asap. Requests are open once again so please, if you have an idea, please drop it in my inbox!

Abbreviations: E/C: eye color, H/C: hair color. 

Translations: guren vell: my sweetheart, meluis: lovely one, melethron nin: my love of my life

Warnings: Comas, no recollection of memory, sad Thranduil

Word Count: ~4000

Weeks had passed since Thranduil had seen the happiness that shimmered in her E/C eyes, heard the sweet twinkling of her laughter as it graced his ears and felt the warmth of her embrace. All had been cold since the attack, since they had taken her consciousness-and therefore from not only her but both of them. His heart ached and mourned the events every moment and it yearned and begged for the day those wonderful eyes would reopen again... for the day Y/N would wake up.

The healers in the infirmary had said that Y/N, Thranduil's queen and precious lover, might have forgotten everything that had ever happened in her long life up until the attack, and that knowledge had torn at his heart night after night in which sleep could and would not come to him. Everything they had worked for, everything they had built up... gone in a fleeting instant...

The healers said that talking to her while she slept in her cold, lifeless hibernation might help her regain some of the memories, and so, Thranduil would always leave his chambers early in the morning, before his duties were scheduled to begin, and would leave his throne early as well, all to visit his beloved Y/N's sleeping form. Each morning and each night, he would softly talk to her, spilling the deepest thoughts and feelings of his soul to her in hopes that the love and passion might awake her once more. But it never worked. Each morning and night he would enter the infirmary chambers in which she slept with a glimmer of newfound hope, that today would be the day she would awake. But each and every day and night, the results would always be the same... his beautiful, precious love would remain hindered deep within a slumber she took within the clammy, frozen palm of death itself.

Tonight was no different, or so Thranduil thought as he entered the infirmary, and crossed the large room to the corner in which the small bed laid. The nurses who weren't tending to patients immediately left, flying like innocent white doves on the flapping folds of their stark white healer's robes. Every day she gets better, Thranduil thought, noticing the stronger pigment that had settled in Y/N's skin, but still, she never wakes.

"Oh, Y/N," Thranduil's deep, melodious voice sighed, pure heartbreak in his eyes as his elegant, nimble fingers brushed her soft cheek, a small strand of H/C hair cascading down the slope of her petite jawline as a result, "why can't you wake up? Why can't you come back to me? Oh, Y/N... come back to me, my darling."

Thranduil's fingers tangled with the ones on Y/N's limp hands absentmindedly as his other hand smoothed over her hair that he had carefully washed with the help of a healer only yesterday. Although she was close to death, Y/N's hair was still as soft and beautiful as the day Thranduil had met her... the day oh so long ago that she had captured his heart.

"Darling, please," Thranduil cooed weakly, tears welling in his eyes as he continued. "I don't know if I can keep doing this. I can't keep waking to find our bed empty and cold. I can't keep dealing with these imbeciles without knowing the comfort of your sweet arms is waiting for me. I can't keep living my life that I wanted to spend with you without you. Love, oh sweet darling love...come back to me."

Tears, as frozen as Thranduil's aching heart, wetted his pristine face as they flowed in masses uncontrollably from his eyes... eyes that he had planned to use in acts of worship. He had planned to gaze upon Y/N's beautiful form with those eyes for the rest of his life upon the day they had married secretly in the woods with the last rays of summer sun melting like gold upon their skins.

Unable to take the pain any longer, Thranduil leaned down and kissed Y/N's cold lips, tears leaking from his closed eyes... his fingers a final prayer to Illuvatar for your awakening as they squeezed Y/N's tightly, reluctantly letting go as the delicate hand Thranduil had placed on her cheek departed like a fluttering bird and his lean back straightened.

Then he left the infirmary, his body feeling burdened, for every inch held the soft memory of Y/N's warmth... every inch was a reminder that she was just beyond his desperate fingertips and that, no matter how he tried, he could never reach her.

That night, he miraculously managed to sleep... a sleep that was interrupted only a few hours later by relieved but also grieving healers.

-

Thranduil... Thranduil...

"Thranduil!" the sharp voice of the head healer called, ripping Thranduil from a dreamless sleep, a single candle illuminating the curves of her face, for the sun still had not risen in the east, leaving the moon to reign over the blackened skies.

Thranduil sat up reluctantly, the blankets he once shared with Y/N falling from his torso into soft ridges at his waist.

"What matter is so paramount that you must drag me from the only sleep I've gotten in two weeks?" Thranduil snapped irritably.

"She's awake," the healer said, her tone softer this time. "Y/N's awake."

All of the previous anguish and sadness lifted from Thranduil's heart and soul as he shot up from the mattress he had been slumbering upon.

"I wish to see her," Thranduil murmured, rising again from his bed to his full height. He towered over the healer by a good foot, but that did not matter to him. His Y/N was awake.

"Very well," the healer sighed. "Come."

-

"Y/N!" A tall, thin man cried as he rushed to my side and enveloped me in an embrace that was so full of love. His pristine features seemed familiar, but only in the haziest and darkest of ways, as if the very depths of my mind could only vaguely remember his long, blonde hair, the piercing yet loving eyes, the tall stature, the kind yet elegant hands... the soft sweet voice. His voice seemed more present in my destroyed mind than anything else. I tried to return the hug, but I didn't know how. I did not know him or any of the details of how I knew him, and therefore, the love was lacking.

The warmth of the man's touch faded and he retreated as he realized I had no recollection of who he was.

"Y/N," he asked worriedly, "are you okay?"

"I don't know you," I tried to say as kindly as I could, but attempts were futile as his beautiful eyes widened and began to water. He backed away from me, his shoulders hunching forward as if he had just taken a blow to his heart... a heart that I could tell was now shattered by my words. Tears streamed from his eyes, hundreds of little droplets cascading down his face brokenly.

"You don't remember me... at all?" He asked disbelievingly, his merry tone from before now broken.

"No," I said softly, guilt consuming me. "I'm sorry. Maybe you could remind me?"

"Yes of course," he said after a long moment. "My name is Thranduil. I'm the King of the palace and woodland realm we find ourselves in. I'm your husband. And you're my queen, my lover... my true home..."

"But of course... you would have no memory of that," the man said quickly, trying desperately to hide the moment of emotion he had just shown from me uneasily.

The tears still fell from his dimming blue eyes and down his pristine cheek. But the corners of his sensuous lips turned slightly down into a pained, fragmented grimace. It was that subtle frown and the pain in his eyes that made me realize that I wanted to help this man, or elf (as I realized the long points that were the tips of his ears), as much as I could.

"Maybe if you tell me more about yourself and how we know each other, some memories would come back," I tried reassuringly, flashing him a kind smile.

His eyes betrayed his melting heart as he gazed at me in that moment, love evident in his eyes as he gazed fondly upon my smile. For a moment, I wondered what I had done to make such a handsome and loving man fall in love with me.

"Here," I said, patting the area beside my leg to beckon him over to me. "Come sit."

Thranduil, as he said his name was, sat gently on the mattress and folded his hands in his lap. They were long and elegant, each finger free of flaw. His nails were perfect in shape and size and everything just seemed to fit together in a delicate manner as he gently nestled his hands in the folds of his silken robes.

"Well, we've been king and queen for quite some time. In fact, as of next month, it will have been our 2,000th year of marriage-2,607th if you wanted to count how many years we've known each other," Thranduil began explaining.

He paused for a breathless moment before saying, "I know I keep bringing up our marriage, and for that I'm sorry. But... well, it's the most beautiful feeling loving you, and being able to know that you're mine and that I could come home to see the woman of my dreams each and every day, without fear of losing you. It was wonderful to know that you loved me as much as I loved you. In other words, I loved loving you... I still love loving you."

"Were we happy? Was I happy? Before I lost my memory, I mean," I asked.

"Yes," Thranduil sighed, his look becoming distant as a small smile formed on his face and his thick eyebrows turned ever so slightly upwards towards the middle of his pale forehead. "I'm so in love with you... so happily in love. I would bend over backward a thousand times if you asked it of me. I'd do anything for you. And you... you were always so happy with me. Even when the world thought I was the harshest, cruelest being, you were always there to comfort me and tell me how happy you were with me, how much you loved me... always."

He laughed a little, tears forming in his eyes as a memory surfaced in his mind. His nimble fingertips touched a silver band upon one of his fingers. It was very simple and humble compared to the other rings that decorated his hands. It was made of silver, and four elegant etchings were carved into its surface.

"You would always point out my wedding band... each and every time I was down. The runes on it say, 'you have my heart.' You would always say that with your heart, came every ounce of your happiness and love. You always had a way of making me believe you," he said fondly.

He pointed slightly to my hand. "Your ring says, 'and you, my soul,' by the way." I looked down at my own hand and upon looking at the ring, I felt my heart swell in my chest and tears form in my eyes. Sure enough, four runes similar to the ones on Thranduil's ring were etched into the softly glinting surface of the silver band. In that moment, I realized that if his band resembled his possession of my heart... then that must have meant that I had possession of his soul. Tears formed in my eyes, as I looked back to Thranduil.

"You would always kiss me so sweetly and my world would become brighter than all the stars combined. You would say you loved me, and in those moments, I swear I've never felt more in love... in happy, sweet, and precious love."

"How did this happen to me?" I asked after Thranduil paused, tears beginning to fall. "Why don't I remember a love like that?"

"Because, only a few weeks ago, this palace was under attack by the spiders that have inhabited the forests surrounding us for years. I tried to hold off the spiders so you could be safe, but I didn't notice the spider that had climbed in through the window until it had sunk its fangs into you. I didn't realize until you screamed as its venom entered your system. I was able to vanquish that hellspawn, but I wasn't able to save the venom from reaching your brain, taking all memory of us, of the love we, had from you..."

Thranduil's voice trailed off, leaving the two of us in silence for a long moment, the quiet bore heavily upon my heart and apparently even heavier on Thranduil's, for his pristine hands untangled and came up to cover his face as he hunched over, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"It's all my fault, Y/N," he sobbed, the tears becoming ever more present on his pale cheeks. "It's my fault you don't remember anything!"

Perhaps there was a small piece of past me, the part of me who remembered and loved Thranduil, that made me do it. But whatever it was, Thranduil's sobbing made my heart ache uncontrollably and so, in that moment, I felt compelled to pull Thranduil's quivering form to me.

My arms encircled Thranduil's form, one hand pulling him to me gently while rubbing circles on his muscled back.

"No, Thranduil," I cooed, "it isn't your fault. Oh please don't think that? I may not remember much, but I know that it was not your fault. After all, you said, about how you care about me and love me, I know that it isn't your fault. You would have stopped the spider if you could have. I just know it."

"I really would have, my dearest darling," Thranduil sobbed. My heart swelled as the pronunciation of the endearment kissed my ears, heat spreading through them, turning them a hue of red as I blushed uncontrollably. "I'm just so sorry I didn't... I'm so so sorry."

"Thranduil," I whispered one of my fingers curling beneath his strong jawline and tilting his face upwards until his eyes were aligned with my own, "I don't know what it is, but I can tell that my heart still loves you. I may not remember you, but the adoration in my heart and my soul is still there. There are certain things you've said that has made my heart swell, and the tears on your cheeks now cause my heart to ache endlessly in a way that only true lovers' hearts can. Thranduil, there's still a chance for us. I've already accepted it. Do you think you can too?"

At my words, Thranduil looked up at me weakly. It hurt me to gaze into the sea blue orbs, but even as I did, I could see the smallest glimmer of hope behind them.

-

The end of the summer season came slowly in the fact that each day seemed to drag on for eternity, but quickly in the fact that weeks were over without my noticing. My hope, like the sun, had begun to fade as I visited Y/N each and every day, and talked to her for hours on end, and yet she still remembered nothing of our life before.

I thought that when she awoke, everything would be better. The pain in my heart would cease and the woe and anguish in my mind would be quelled by a single, sweet gaze of her wondrous E/C eyes. But alas, with her awake and her memories still gone, my heart was even more pained and my mind still ached with a beastly longing that not even the sweet touch of my lover could tame.

For all the love we had built up for a third of our lifetimes had been ripped from us so cruelly and so harshly that I had truly begun to believe that I would perish if my heart continued to shatter in the way that it did each and every time I laid eyes upon the beauty that was my Y/N.

-

The day of Y/N and I's 2000th anniversary had finally come with a bloodstained dawn. The brilliant rays of golden sun pierced the clouds as they streaked across the pink sky, staining them a brilliant shade of crimson.

I woke up on this morn, tired and heartbroken still after a month since Y/N's awakening, a month since my heart truly lost all hope.

I filtered through the closet I used to share with Y/N in search of my own robes and other attire I would need for the day. But as I filtered through the elegant silks and cotton, I found the most delicate cream dress. It was loose about the legs, but tight fitting around the hips and shoulders. Small pearls were sewn into the folds of the skirt. I pulled it to me, and as I did my tearing eyes fell upon the finest silk shawl I had ever seen. Vivid memories of summer afternoon sunlight dancing upon the fabric and the luscious skin of their wearer filled my mind, drowning it as my tears did my eyes.

These most lustrous garments that I held at my most unworthy fingertips had been the clothes Y/N had worn upon our wedding day. It was her form the fabric clung to and flowed away from and it was her skin the sunlight kissed upon that golden afternoon.

I remembered how the wind caught on her hair and that lovely dress as it flitted amongst the trees and meadows we had frolicked in that afternoon when the sun kissed her lips more sweetly than I ever could. I remembered how flower petals had gotten tangled in her luscious H/C hair when we had kissed in those meadows and I remembered thinking that I could not believe such a beauty existed anywhere, especially in my arms. I remembered how the sunlight had glinted in her even brighter E/C eyes that day that our souls had become one.

Then I remembered how none of these memories resided within her anymore, how none of all that we had known had been retained and, by this point, probably never would be.

At that terrifying thought, my heart finally broke. After a month of seeing Y/N, but not being able to love her in the way that I wished, my heart had finally shattered. My sun, the love I held for Y/N, had finally set on my heart and now... now there was nothing but darkness. Cold, unforgiving darkness that I knew, as long as Y/N didn't remember, would henceforth imprison me in its cruel claws.

A knock at my door sounded and in fear of seeming weak I threw the clothes into the closet once more, wiped my eyes as quickly as I could and called, "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Y/N, her widely smiling face the only radiant thing in our dark chambers. I looked at her, and a sharp pain ran through my heart and tears resurfaced, despite her radiance. Her smile fell.

Her smile fell.

"Thranduil!" She gasped as she rushed to me, placing her hand on my quivering shoulder. "What's wrong, my love?"

"It hurts. It hurts so much," I sobbed, my hands clutching at my chest as if I could tear my heart from my being. Would that end this horrid pain? I wondered.

"What does? What troubles you? Thranduil, please tell me!" She begged, the desperation in her voice increasing as the number of tears streaming from my face increased as well.

"It hurts to know that you'll never remember us," I sobbed. "I wake up every morning thinking, 'maybe today will be the day,' and it never is! It never ever is! This pain and heartbreak that I feel have become too much! I cannot bear the knowledge that I did this to you and still my selfish mind rages at your unhealing memory."

I clung to myself as the sobs shook me to my core and the tears streamed from my eyes that refused to relax from their tightly closed position. Even the comfort of Y/N's familiar arms around my quivering form was not enough to calm the rough waves that eroded the cold stone of my heart.

"Hey," Y/N cooed, delicate fingers running through my hair and over my scalp over and over in a tender attempt to calm me, "it's okay, darling. It's okay. Come back to me, darling, come back."

And suddenly, the tears halted. The pain ceased. The raging sea of my heart was suddenly... tranquil. Y/N's soft, sweet words became beautiful in their familiarity, and I couldn't help but look into her beautiful eyes with pure wonderment. Those words, so often spoken months ago after long days in which the tears kissed our cheeks and sadness overwhelmed our hearts, had finally been repeated. Those words had not been spoken since before the attack of the spiders and never in my countless centuries of life had I ever been more happy to hear the small combination of words that I did then.

"You remember..."

-

"You remember..."

Thranduil's voice was filled with insurmountable hope and awe as his shimmering, tear-glazed eyes searched mine for a sign of a positive answer. I couldn't help but smile widely as I nodded ever so slightly.

And suddenly, the elf to whom my heart and soul belonged had his arms around me in the tightest embrace, his head tucked into the crook of my shoulder and his tears of grief and pain had turned rather to joy.

"Oh, my darling! Guren vell, you remember!" He wept. Never had I seen him so happy other than the day of our marriage.

"Yes, love, I do!" I whispered, my lips grazing his shoulder as a result of our most minimal proximity.

Thranduil pulled his face away from my shoulder, his cold grey eyes regaining their lively blue color as tears streamed down both our faces. Small lines formed on Thranduil's otherwise immaculate face as his pink lips pulled back to reveal the most wonderful smile I had ever laid eyes upon.

"Meluis, melethron nin... I love you!" Thranduil exclaimed. And as the red, bloody dawn turned rather to a rosy shade of gold, Thranduil kissed me with such a lovely force that it sent us both to the floor, laughter erupting from my lips as he pressed loving kiss after kiss to every inch of my face. His long, thin hands held me with such sweetness, devotion, and care as he did so, and I couldn't be happier that my memory had returned and that I had been able to fully return to the lovely elf that was my husband.

"Oh, love," he cooed, the sweetness in his voice clearly have been restored with the normality that had fallen once again over our lives, "never again will I fail to protect you."

"And never again will I leave you."

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Armitage Hux

Drabble: Sunshine | @starlightsearches | modern au

Drabble: “I’m not going anywhere” | @whirlybirbs | queen!reader | 3.26.20

Potential, 2, 3 | @aweirdlookingtree | ch. 3 | 03.24.20

Bereft | @lumifuer

I Will Always Win | @mindofthetenshi

Imagine getting rough with Hux and biting his lip too hard making it bleed and he’s upset because it brings back memories of his abusive past so you gently console him with makeup sex where he’s in charge | @mindofthetenshi | ***

Walls Series | @frickyeahfanfic | ch. 1

No One Needs to Know | @xjust-one-yesterdayx | ***

Roxanne, 2, 3 | @thirstytrashblogger | stripper au | ***

Drabble: Fake Relationship | @inkinflux

The Captive Masterlist | @frickyeahfanfic | part 8

Drabble: One Night Stand with Hux who you Later Find Out is your Superior | @inkinflux

Headcanon: Hux Falling in Love with a new Commander | @goddessofmadnessheiress

Drabble: Practice Room | @propertyofpoeandbucky | college AU | 10.1.19

under the influence | @thekeywordisbalance | 09.22.19 | ***

Full | @multific | 1940s au

Headcanon: Hux’s First Fight with His s/o | @littlebitoffanfic

Drabble: Do You Have a Ride Home? | @propertyofpoeandbucky | club owner!hux

Drabble: Hux Explaining Why He Dryheaves at the Sight of Your Naked Body | @whirlybirbs | queen!reader | ***

Drabble: You run into Hux while He’s Practicing | @propertyofpoeandbucky | track runner!reader + marching band + high school au

The House Under the Magnetic Clouds | @joeybelle

Armitage Hux Headcanons | @frombeginingtoend​ | ***

A Slight Obsession | @the-lady-of-stars

Mint | @accio-zara

Through the Tempest | @writingsofa-hobbit

Boundaries | @littlebitoffanfic | ***

Imagine: Cuddling with Hux | @thepaperpanda

My Kitty | @bad--bad--man | ***

Your First Time With Hux | @bad--bad--man | ***

Headcanon: Werewolf! Hux | @bad--bad--man | werewolf au

Headcanon: Hux’s Kinks | @bad--bad--man

Broken Datapads (prologue) | @alladeline

I Love You | @thewalkingkylo | dad au

Love Letters From a Drunk Guy | @bad--bad--man

Cafe Con Soya | @bad--bad--man

What’s an Emperor without his Empress? | @bad--bad--man | pregnant!reader

Good Vibration | @fullofbees | ***

Headcanon: Having a child with Hux | @bad--bad--man

Date Night at Canto Bight | @bad--bad--man

Armitage Hux & Kylo Ren

Imagine Ren lying to Hux by telling him he looked into your mind and saw that you didn’t feel the same way about Armitage as he did for you | @mindofthetenshi​

Hate Leads to Suffering Series | @powerfultenderness​ | 8/10

[dreams-of-middle-earth]

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[imperial-martian]

Aweee, thank you so much!! 💕😊

@bakerstreethound, @klinenovakwinchester (I know you tagged me, but I love your writing.), @writingsofa-hobbit, @long-cosmos-overhead, @lazydoodlesandfanfic, @yandereaffections, @bbcsherloves, @written-by-living-stars, @thebeethathums, @imaginemycroftholmes

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[cleganegirl]

Eye Spy - Sandor Clegane/Reader

Such a huge fan of your writing! 😍 How about a "catching sandor spying on you while you're getting dressed" story.

Warning: Swearing and smut

Authors notes: I didn’t get a ‘no smut’ warning for this, and I’m a bit deprived in that department so my mind sort of just went with it, I apologise if it isn’t want you wanted. 

Kings Landing was thrown into Summer regardless of the precious and promised Winter. The sun rose into the sky like every other day and the heat brought with it made the stench of the land worse. All the windows were open, Ladies walked around with fans in their hands, boffing the smelly air around their faces as they continued to complain about the heat. Nothing changed, you had seen it for years since you had moved into the Red Keep with your sister Cersei. You flocked with the ladies of the court, giggled at the Knights' flirtatious attempt, yet, you stood talking to Sandor Clegane more than you did the rest. He was bitter and cynical, short-tempered and beastly, foul-mouthed but behind all this, the facade he had for everyone with you he was different, he told you the honesties of the world, showed you which men had only one motive and which ladies were the bitchiest. He never spared gory details of battle or sex, and you thanked him for it, to him you weren't the Queens younger sister, or another lady twirling around in dresses. You were his confidante and he was yours. You opened up to him about the King wanting to marry you off to some Lord, he scoffed, "Lords are nothing but monsters with titles, you can do better, he's a shit and would only have you to breed with," you thanked him for his honesty. "Thank you Clegane, I already had my suspicions, I, however, have my mind on another." This earnt another scoff from Sandor. "You don't waste much time, lass, I thought with you hanging around old Dogs that you might be picking flowers with the Tyrell boy," his sneer was cold, but not meant. You giggled, "not likely, Sandor, not likely, perhaps you'd know of him." You elbowed the large man in his armoured side. "Aye, lass, maybe I do, but I'm not one for feminine chit chat, you keep that shit for the flock of doves you're normally with." You sighed, "I'm off to get changed for tonight's feast, guard my door?" Sandor grunted a yes and stood with his back against your chamber door. You went inside and washed the grime and sweat of the day off of your body, you lay your dress upon your bed. Wrapping your nightgown around your body tightly you cracked your bedroom door open slightly, "Psst, Clegane!" You whispered through the gap. "Yes my lady," was his reply. "Yellow, Red or purple?" Sandor turned to face you, his eyes widening at the sight of your lack of clothing. "Yellow," was all he said, all he could say. "Thank you!" You walked back into the room, your door still slightly ajar, had you done it on purpose? Wanted him to see inside of your room? See your naked body? His heart was beating against his chest as he didn't resume his position against the door and didn't make a move to close it behind you, instead he stood looking through the crack of the door, watching as your body still covered by your nightgown stood beside your bed, holding the dress up against yourself. You pushed the gown down your shoulders, off your arms and to the floor where it pooled around your feet, your skin now caught the light from the candles in the room, your long hair flowing down your back and stopping just before the cleft of your bottom. Sandor gulped, the saliva sticking to the back of his throat, 'get a grip you dirty bastard, you've seen naked women before, she's no different' he thought to himself, he pulled at the neck of his armour as he continued to watch you. You had turned to face him, eyes still peering down at the dress that you still had hold of up against your body, his mind shot comments at you, hoping you could read them, 'drop the dress, drop the dress, drop the fucking dress'. You turned again and laid the dress against the back of a chair as you moved to the back of the room to put more perfume on your skin, turning slowly you walked back towards your dress, boobs bouncing with every step you took, his mesmerised eyes never left them, he watched as they bounced and swayed, saw the way your nipples puckered in the cool night air. He was drooling now, he knew he was and his cock was stiff within his breeches. He pawed at it with a hard and steady hand, never taken his eyes off of your tits, they roamed every now and again though when he remembered the juicy and pleasurable centre between your legs. Yet, he soon found his eyes back up towards your tits. His brain wasn't working, his dick however was, yet, if his brain had of been working he would have noticed the subtle difference between the way you stood, instead of carefree and naked your arms were now crossed, instead of carrying on getting dressed you stood still, your eyes were no longer busy with the hustle and bustle of getting dressed, they remained still and staring. Staring right at the bedroom door, right at Sandor Clegane, Sandor Clegane who was pleasuring himself as he watched you undress, Sandor Clegane who was still rubbing his swollen cock through his pants. You walked closer, the warmth of your arousal now lubing up the top of your thighs, the thought that he found you that attractive that he couldn't control himself made you want to have him now. With a gentle hand, you opened the door to reveal more of the giant man, his eyes snapped from your tits to your face, his face was covered in burns and a thick beard yet you could still see the flush of red creeping its way under his skin. He stammered, something along the lines of "m'sorry, didn't mean it." You took no notice, grabbed his hand and led him into the room, shut the door and pushed him against it, you took to your knees as he kept apologising, and took him into your mouth. That night Sandor and yourself were both late to the feast, he escorted you to your seat and took his stand next to the King. His mind never fully on the job, but it was fully on the job you had just given him, the way your arse looked, your tits and how they bounced, your perfect mound and silky thighs and that talented mouth that had him cursing within moments, that mouth that made him forget he was apologising and had him releasing a load down your throat. On the way into the feast that night you had kissed his hand and whispered, "escort me back tonight Clegane and this time you can apologise to me about your staring." "Yes, m'Lady, it would be my pleasure."

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Mischief [Mycroft & Sherlock Holmes x Reader]

Tags: @letysg0, @writingsofa-hobbit, @lilcutekittykat

Pairings: Mycroft & Sherlock Holmes x Moriarty! Reader

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Trigger Warnings: Fluff, platonic, mentions of possible death

A/N: Sorry it won’t allow me to tag you verkira888! Let me know what you think! I enjoyed writing it and I do hope it is to your liking.

“Bloody hell, somebody turn this God awful music off!” Mycroft yelled as he walked through the doors of his office, letting out a loud groan as he heard the modern day rap music- in which he knew even you disliked -blare through the speakers.

Sherlock raised a single brow as be listened to his brother bark the order, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. Although you sometimes went after the younger Holmes brother, your favorite person to target had always been Mycroft. Why you ask? Because who doesn't love messing with the British Government?

To say it was a common event was an understatement. Messing with the Holmes' brothers was a hobby at this point. A hobby in which you very much enjoy.

Sure, your brother was a consulting criminal- which you have to admit was always fun when you worked with him, which was often -but you much prefer seeing the utter anguish you got to see on the brother's faces when they realize you were up to something.

Hearing the music that blasted through the entire building amused Sherlock, because he knew his brother was in complete agony. Of course, Sherlock detested the music as well, but he knew there was more to come from you because you are most certainly not a one trick pony.

"It seems that Y/N has gotten to you again, isn't that right, brother mine?" Sherlock teased. Even though he kept a straight face, the gleam of amusement showed in his eyes. The pure reflection of the sun could not be brighter than Sherlock's pale blue eyes were in that moment.

Mycroft plopped himself down in his seat, covering his face with his hands as he let out a defeated sigh. “Oh, would you shut up Sherlock?” Mycroft asked rhetorically, causing his brother to let off a faint chuckle.

“Hmm, although that is a rhetorical question, I don’t think I will,” Sherlock stated, moving to sit in front of his brother’s desk. He kicked his feet up upon the desk, much to Mycroft’s disapproval.

“Get your bloody shoes off my desk,” Mycroft snarled, batting at Sherlock’s feet with his hand.

Sherlock rolled his eyes before lifting his legs to bring them back down, opening his mouth to speak when your voice rang through the office.

“And you two call yourself the most observant men in England, nevertheless the world,” you tsked, standing up from the couch Mycroft has resting by his fireplace- somewhere he enjoys going to have a glass of scotch or brandy.

The brother’s heads snap in your direction as they hear your taunting voice. You were genuinely shocked that their heads didn’t fall off their necks.

“Oh for God’s sake!” Mycroft exclaimed, sliding the chair back as he threw his hands in the air. “Now why the hell are you in my office?”

You gave off a small chuckle. “To see my two favorite non-related brothers of course. Why else would I want to come to your office?” you asked with a wide grin, extremely pleased with yourself.

Sherlock looked at you with a somewhat amused look, that simply being because he wasn’t the one who had to clean up whatever mess you were going to make.

You noticed and gently waved your finger in front of Sherlock’s face. “Don’t get too excited, I do have a surprise waiting for you at home,” you hummed, just barely catching the satisfied look that flashed on Mycroft’s face.

“Yes, of course, what was I thinking?” Sherlock asked himself, slumping down in his chair before crossing his arms and pouting a bit.

“What a child,” you and Mycroft simultaneously muttered at the same time, causing you to send a smirk to Mycroft, who returned it with a raised brow.

Mycroft sighed before leaning forward and folding his hands upon the desk, thankful that the music was no longer an issue now that someone had shut it off. “Alright, Y/N, what is the real reason why you are here?”

You let out a small sigh, your shoulder’s slumping down slightly as you let your head roll back for a second before letting out a puff of air. Looking back at the two brothers, you took a step closer and let your hands rest behind your back.

“I have to leave for a few months, and I know that it’s great news for you both since I won’t be here to torture you, but I’m not sure if I’ll make it back alive,” you answered, looking blankly at the floor before glancing up at Sherlock and Mycroft.

You knew their was a good chance you wouldn’t come back alive, that being the reason why you were leaving. Your own brother, James Moriarty, was going to one of his stations back out in the Faroe Islands. (Yes, that was a rather strange place to have one of his network stations, but it was much less noticeable there than it would have most likely been anywhere else.) Although, James would usually do these trips alone, he needed your assistance for this one.

You had a special skill in computer technology, one that your older brother did not have, and since his station was currently being attacked by a few Russian agents, he needed your knowledge.

You worked best in a secluded area, however, you knew that with your brother it wouldn’t be the case. Anyone could find you anywhere. Which is why you were now at Mycroft’s office, to say goodbye, whether it’d be temporary or permanent.

“Don’t try figuring out who I am or where I’m going to stop me. You won’t find anything. There is not a single data record out there on me,” you informed. It was the truth. After you and your brother left Ireland everyone had assumed you were dead, and so James made it that way. There was not a file in the world which had your name on it. Of course, you kept your first name, but not a single person knew your last. You kept it that way.

“And why is that? Why won’t we find a file on you?” Sherlock asked, turning in his chair so that he faced you somewhat better.

You smiled almost spitefully. “Because I don’t exist. To the outside world, I’m dead,” you responded with a shrug. You raised a hand to stop Mycroft from speaking when he opened his mouth. “I’m not taking questions. I simply came here to say goodbye,” you continued before making your way to the door.

“Goodbye for now,” Sherlock said, watching you as you placed your hand on the door handle.

You smirked slightly, already hearing Mycroft grab his laptop and begin typing. You knew he wouldn’t listen, they’re both too stubborn to do so. So, after letting out a small huff, you walked out of the office and made your way to your flat to get ready, knowing that they both had a huge surprise when they arrived home.

A small flash drive with your initials rested on their beds, a little bit beside it with your first name and handwriting.

A simple note that said:

‘Open the flash drive if I’m not back in 8 months, then it’s confirmed I’m dead. I wouldn’t want to die knowing that the Holmes’ brothers would not know who it was that caused all the torture throughout their lives.’

Oh, and 8 months would they wait, but in reality, knowing you were alive was much more important than knowing who you were. Because to Sherlock and Mycroft, you were always a pain in their backside, yet they dare called you a gift. Why? Simply because you tolerated them. The same reason why you were thankful for them too.

They let you feel normal.