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Unable to find your bedroom you sank to the floor of the bathroom. Tears streamed down your face as you pulled your knees into your chest. Gently you pinched your calf, hoping that actually it was just a dream but no such luck. Just got to suck it up you whispered as you stood up and looked in the mirror. You splashed your face with cold water to make it less obvious that you had been crying then deeply inhaled and exhaled before leaving.
“She was broken and hurt. You didn’t see that? How could you miss that, even John knew that something was up. You are losing it big brother.”
On hearing Sherlock’s voice you froze on the top of the stairs. He was shouting at Mycroft but why?
“She did not tell me that you two knew each other.”
“Heaven’s sake Mycroft (Name) is a person. You should be able to see all the important facts and then trust her.”
“Trust, what does Sherlock Holmes know about trust?” Mycroft’s tone was scathing.
A loud crack punctuated the air which was quickly followed by a series of expletives. Curious to the cause you walked downstairs to see Mycroft clutching his bleeding nose, a slightly satisfied Sherlock and an extremely annoyed Violet all glaring at each other. It dawned on you that Sherlock had punched Mycroft and may have broken his nose. Blood trickled down Mycroft’s hand and the handkerchief that was pressed to his nose had turned bright red.
“It’s not broken, don’t be such a drama queen.” Sherlock ran his eyes over his brother’s face as he made his assessment.
Carefully Mycroft pulled his hand away and the bleeding had indeed stopped. With a glare in Sherlock’s direction he walked towards the kitchen. A smirk flitted over Sherlock’s face who buttoned up his coat and left the house. Violet kindly looked at you as leaned against the stone wall.
“This is my fault. This is all my fault. How do I fix this?”
Violet pulled you into a hug, gently rubbing your back.
“It will be ok. But I have no idea what you need to do. You are going to have to work that out on your own.”
“She was broken and hurt. You didn’t see that? How could you miss that, even John knew that something was up. You are losing it big brother.”
On hearing Sherlock’s voice you froze on the top of the stairs. He was shouting at Mycroft but why?
“She did not tell me that you two knew each other.”
“Heaven’s sake Mycroft (Name) is a person. You should be able to see all the important facts and then trust her.”
“Trust, what does Sherlock Holmes know about trust?” Mycroft’s tone was scathing.
A loud crack punctuated the air which was quickly followed by a series of expletives. Curious to the cause you walked downstairs to see Mycroft clutching his bleeding nose, a slightly satisfied Sherlock and an extremely annoyed Violet all glaring at each other. It dawned on you that Sherlock had punched Mycroft and may have broken his nose. Blood trickled down Mycroft’s hand and the handkerchief that was pressed to his nose had turned bright red.
“It’s not broken, don’t be such a drama queen.” Sherlock ran his eyes over his brother’s face as he made his assessment.
Carefully Mycroft pulled his hand away and the bleeding had indeed stopped. With a glare in Sherlock’s direction he walked towards the kitchen. A smirk flitted over Sherlock’s face who buttoned up his coat and left the house. Violet kindly looked at you as leaned against the stone wall.
“This is my fault. This is all my fault. How do I fix this?”
Violet pulled you into a hug, gently rubbing your back.
“It will be ok. But I have no idea what you need to do. You are going to have to work that out on your own.”
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Brother!Holmes X Sister!Reader - Deductions
BUZZ!
“Oh bugger!” Mycroft cursed, dropping the tweezers as the nose lit up, the buzzing resounding in the room.
“Whoopsie, can’t handle a broken heart, how very telling.” Sherlock smirked, leaning back.
“Don’t be smart.” Mycroft quipped.
“That take me back,” Sherlock sighed, before putting a crude imitation of your eldest brother’s voice on, “don’t be smart, Sherlock, I am the smart one.”
“I am the smart one.” Mycroft snapped.
“Oh Lord, not this again.” You muttered, not looking up from behind your book as you sat in your chair.
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Grumbling, you cast a glance back at the group, whom were all tottering about, shrieking and creating such a racket. The only thing you were really grateful for was the fact everyone else had gone, leaving only five of you left – you don’t think you could have dealt with any more. Given half the chance, you would rather be curled up at home on the sofa, reading a book and chatting to Mycroft, whilst occasionally sending texts to Sherlock, who seemed to be very frustrated that someone had changed all his text tones to Irene Adler’s moan, meaning
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After John had gotten married, to Mary, Sherlock deiced he needed someone he could care about as well. He went to the adoption agency and adopted a 6 year old girl named (y/n) who had (h/l) (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. She was quiet and mostly kept to herself, and she hated to get in to any kind of trouble with those appointed over her.
It had been almost a whole year since the day that Sherlock had brought his daughter home. Mrs. Hudson home schooled her during the day, as long as Sherlock agreed to quit shooting her bloody wall. When she wasn't schooling with Mrs. Hudson, she was drawing, reading, or taking deduction lessons from
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so is the reader like, mycroft's girlfriend or something? sorry i dont take hints well .0.