[CONTAINS SMUT!] ❗️18+❗️
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Being the youngest Holmes was always quite the journey, especially when you didn't want to show off your talents, maybe even lack of such. Compared to your brothers you were always the 'dumb' one. The teachers saw it, yo...
Tension gone- Nope, you take that back. Why? Currently everyone was sitting around the flat; You sat on the couch next to Jim who had his arm around you, other hand holding his tea, a soft bruise from Sherlock on the edge of his left eye.
Mycroft and Lestrade sat awkwardly next to each other on the other side of the couch, though Mycroft was on a chair.
John and Sherlock sat in respective spots, the middle Holmes glaring right at Moriarty who was returning it with a smug look.
"Thanks, Mrs H," You gleam to the land lady who provided cookies to everyone she recently baked.
"Mrs H... Hudson?" Moriarty tilts his head as the slightly terrified woman nods. "Oh!" She jumps at the volume. "A good friend from Florida talked about you during the 80s, couldn't stop talking about your... uhm, skills,"
A small smile formed on her lips. "Oh, dear, I've lost all that," she chuckles, refilling his cup, palm patting her hips. "Was it... Henry by any chance?"
"Why yes it was, Henry Versto, awfully infatuated by you, he insisted on showing me tapes he kept but I politely decline, they seemed... personal," Jim held back a small distaste at the memory of the offer.
"Oh, how lovely!" Mrs H clapped her hands together.
"I'd happily give you his number, you two should catch up," Jim held out a small card which he scribbled a number upon.
"Thank you," she pinched Moriarty's cheek before turning to you. "Charming young man, very good choice,"
"Well you got her approval," you giggle lightly. She left soon and he placed his cup down on the coffee table, moving his hand rested on your thigh with a smile.
Everyone noticed this except you, obviously because it was such a normal occurrence. "Keep. Your. Hands. To. Yourself. Moriarty." Sherlock grit making you look down to the contact.
"Jim,"
"What? My hand is just there, literally on your knee, see?"
"James," you warn again, sipping again at your tea as he groans, slumping back and rolling his eyes. "Is that better?" You direct this Sherlock.
"It would be better if he was locked up as he should be,"
"Why did you break in to all those places and take nothing?" Lestrade suddenly quips.
"I was going to see if Sherly figured that out,"
Sherlock put his cuppa down to speak but you butt in smugly, looking for approval from Jim. "Because he doesn't need anything, he was showing how much power he has to the world, advertising almost!"
"Oh, don't you just love it when she does that?" Jim sighs out in awe, kissing your cheek, the heat in your cheeks meeting his cool lips.
"But how?"
"Lines of computer code," Sherlock blurts out quickly before you could.
"Code to blow up NATO in alphabetical order if he wanted, take over the world even," Mycroft murmurs.
"Bingo," Moriarty says, tapping his fingers on his knee which you catch. It was Morse for 'idiots'. Sherlock and Mycroft see this too memorising as though it was the code... As though it was a code-
"OH!" You gasp. "Oh oh oh!" Smacking your forehead, Jim looked proud. "There is no code!"
"To think I could toy with them a little longer," Jim mumbles.
"Sorry," you purse your lips.
"No, no, I'm quite proud, never doubted you even when your brothers did," Sherlock nearly launched at Jim again. "Ah, ah, ah!" Moriarty raised a finger as John stood up.
"Then how?" Lestrade asked more so to you.
"Sherlock always wants things to be smart and Mycroft expects Jim to be all powerful but anyone could do this! There were people on the inside who volunteered,"
"God, I love you," Jim murmurs before catching his tongue. Your head snapping to him quickly as John and Lestrade gaped in disbelief.
"You love me?"
"Sherlock,"
"Mycroft," respective partners coaxed the other Holmes' out. The two apathetic men not understanding even as they were dragged out the flat, door slamming shut.
"Was that too soon? I'm sorry I haven't- I've never really..." He thought he had finally lost you but the moment you kissed him reassuringly, he sighed in relief.
"You're so cute, you know?"
"Come on, don't ruin my image," he rolls his head back onto the couch, tilted to the side.
"Mm, too late," peppering his face with kisses, that light laugh filled your ears, arms pulling you onto his lap. "I love you too, my idiot king,"
"As much as I enjoy that, I only had the crown for a few minutes,"
"Well, who needs the jewels? You're the king of an entire criminal empire, my king,"
"You know how sexy you are when you're possessive?" Jim growls in your ear, sliding his hand along your waist only for you to jump off him and hit the ground when the door burst open.
"That's enough!" Sherlock pulled you away, grabbing Jim and kicking him out.
"Sherlock!" You whine, folding your arms like a child on the ground and pulling your puppy dog face.
"I can't see you so it won't work," he clasped hands over his eyes and walked to his bedroom, bumping into the wall making your snicker. "Shut up,"
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