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Where Our Hearts Truly Lie, Chapter 6Chapter 6: It’s a GirlWhere Our Hearts Truly Lie, Chapter 6 by DragonHaven42
The news reached Sherlock on one of the rare mornings John decided to sleep in. He had ignored the first buzz, caught in a sleepy haze with his face buried in John’s shoulder. The second time it buzzed he dislodged an arm and half heartedly felt for his phone. At the third buzz he heard a faint beep and realized John was being texted too.
It was probably important. Sherlock reluctantly got out of bed and turned on the lamp. Blinking he picked up his phone and opened the message,
“Congratulations, it’s a girl!”
Sherlock frowned and checked the number. It was blocked, but he had a feeling he knew who sent it. He opened the next message, “Ready to be dads?”
Mary. Sherlock dropped his phone. He had completely forgotten that she was, had been, pregnant. He threw on some clothes and deleted the messages from John’s phone, the last of which read, “I am willing to adopt the little tyke.” before dashing out the d
Kidding (Teen!Sherlock X Teen!Sister!Reader)It was a woman's body.Kidding (Teen!Sherlock X Teen!Sister!Reader) by LowBattery00
Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the sight and glanced at (f/n). She rounded the corpse, kneeling down for closer inspection. Her face was a pretty one, marred by bruises and slashes straight across. Her clothing of simple hiking shorts and tank top seemed to be messy. (f/n) took a moment and concluded aloud to her brother, "A image obsessed health nut. She worked out but not without looking good doing it. There's a faded shade of maroon on her lips, but it's messy around her mouth. Maybe forced into a kiss she didn't want?" His mouth parted for words but she put a finger up, "Wait, I'm not done." He closed it, allowing her to continue.
"Another thing are the cloths, they're on her too messy. Almost like she rushed-but no, not her. She would never rush. I figure she'd spend about an hour and a half getting ready to work out. But maybe someone else was rushing to set clothes on and make a break for it? Don't speak, my questions are rhetorical. There's bruising around
Sick (Sherlock X Sister!Reader)"Get up (f/n)! You have a visitor!"Sick (Sherlock X Sister!Reader) by LowBattery00
So early in the morning? (f/n) smirked looking up at the ceiling as she lay flat on her bed, her fingers lightly tapping against her stomach. It dawned on her that it could only be one person. Who else would come to see her? JM maybe but only for the purpose of threats. She rose from her bed, following the guard through the long hallway. Stripped of her personal clothing and forced to don hospital wear of white, she walked barefoot, her shoes removed after she'd successfully escaped her room five times with them. No matter, she thought, there were other things to be used.
"Don't try anything this time, Holmes..." the guard, Henry, snatched her from her thoughts with his 20 years of smoking voice. His eyes might have been piercing to anyone else, but (f/n) was hardly one to be detoured by such petty attempts at instilling fear.
She smirked, her head hanging with her eyes closed, "I make no promises."
The man scowled, grasping her arm and
Curiosity (Sherlock X Crazy! Sister)"Has it finally sank in, big brothers?"Curiosity (Sherlock X Crazy! Sister) by LowBattery00
The girl extended her arms like a bird. The Holmes' brother's looked up from their knees, Americans once again keeping them down with guns. Thanks to his unfiltered way, Sherlock had invited a swift punch to the cheek that left a dark bruise. Bound by mouth and wrists, the Holmes' could do nothing in the decision of their fate. Not like (f/n) currently was. Tied to the chair in the kitchen, all John could do was simply sit back and watch from a distance. Her palms faced the sky and she looked up, inhaling sharply before exhaling as she brought her gaze to their level, a smirk of pure smugness, "The stories mother used to tell us? They were about me. I am the East Wind, Mycroft. And I've got you." A single dark chuckle escaped her as Sherlock still attempted to communicate despite the fact that all anyone could hear were muffled sounds. She knelt to his level, taking his chin, " 'Fraid I can't hear a word your saying, Sherly. But I'll take
(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]For the remaining nights of the full moon, John and Vistha camped in the witches’ cave, while Sherlock and Aela spent their nights in the mountains. They believed it would be the safest thing to do.(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover] by Darkshine97
John kicked what appeared to be rat bones against the cave wall.
“This place is disgusting.” He said.
“The Glenmoril witches don’t care much for hygiene.” Vistha remarked, clearing a space for him to sit by the fire.
They’d prepared a fire after collecting firewood from outside. The small, flickering fire gave the dank cave an orange glow.
“How did you and Sherlock meet?” Vistha asked.
“We met in prison.” John poked a stick in fire, shifting one of the logs. “We escaped together. I think he’d known exactly how to escape for a long time, but he just didn’t know what he’d do on the outside.”
“So you escaped and came to the college?” Vistha inquired.
“Yes. I saw him transform not l
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