eudoria holmes x female reader

* secrets *

tw: internalised homophobia, y/n being annoyingly oblivious

''Are you sure you don't need the stool?'' Eudoria asks as I reach for the apple once again. She's making fun of me, I can hear it from her voice.

It's been two weeks since we crashed into each other. We've met a couple times after that. I know she's bad for me. I don't know what it is, but she does something to me. Still, I can't keep away from her. 

''I'm not small like... you!'' I grunt as I jump up and get a hold of the fruit. Then I spin around and toss it to her and she places it in the basket.

''I'd win you in a fight any day,'' she grins. 

''Right,'' I roll my eyes and she gasps. Then she bends her knees, raises her other hand to protect her face, the other closer to me and starts swinging her arms around. 

''You don't believe me?'' she questions as she throws punches towards me. I try to duck every punch as she hops around me and boxes the air. ''You don't believe me!?''

I run away from her laughing but she catches me and this time places her hands on my sides. ''Okay! Alright, I believe you!'' I laugh as she tickles me. 

I spin around and there she is. Right in front of me. Like, really close. I can basically feel her breath on my face. And it feels like she's only getting closer to me.

Stop it. Get yourself together.

And it takes all I have within me to look away and start walking away from her towards the basket. ''It's getting late, I should go,'' I say quietly and grab the basket. 

She follows closely behind me. ''You could spend the night here,'' she suggests. God, Eudoria. Stop it!

''Why wouldn't you? It'll be dark before you're even halfway to your apartment,'' she tries to persuade me to stay.

Because, Eudoria, my feelings towards you are the kind a lady should only feel towards a man and if I stay a second longer I'm afraid I'll do something I can't take back anymore! 

''Mrs. Mooney is really expecting me to pay the rent tonight,'' I lie. Well, technically it wasn't a lie. I couldn't care less about Mrs. Mooney right now and I know she'd let me pay later. But I did live in a flat above a pie shop.

''You've been meaning to pay the rent since we met, Y/n. Surely one more night won't hurt?'' she asks and takes my hand suddenly.

I turn around and snatch my hand back. She looks at me confused, kind of hurt. I can't keep angry when looking at that face. 

''I'm sorry,'' I apologize and look at my shoes. ''I'm just a bit tired, that's all. Maybe I should just stay then,'' I look up at her and give her a small smile. 

Her face lights up at this and she starts walking towards the house again. Or a manor, really. ''Of course, you can take the guest bedroom. Or Sherlock's room. Or Enola's, though they might be a bit messy right now,'' she rambles on. 

''Maybe I should sleep next to you then,'' I joke and shake my head. She looks back at me with her eyebrows raised. ''The guest bedroom's fine.''

''Great. My room would've been even messier,'' she mutters. There's a slight disappointment in her voice. She didn't think I was serious.. did she?  We reach the house and once again, she holds the door open for me. ''There you go.''

She places her own basket on the dining room table and I follow her lead. Her place is beautiful. Magical. It's like something out of an fairytale. Paintings and statues everywhere. Everything is a bit messy and cluttered, but not in a bad way. You could see the house is too big for just one person though, dust lay in the corners and countertops.

''Where did you get all these things?'' I ask as I trace a marble statue with my fingers.

''I'm not sure, to be honest,'' she shrugs and comes to stand next to me. She tilts her head and crosses her arms. Her eyebrows furrow in concentration as she now inspects the same statue. ''After Mr. Holmes died, the house was left to Mycroft, but he never really cared for it and nobody came to claim their belongings. My best guess is they're presents or some old family heirlooms.''

She's never mentioned her husband's name. It's always ''Mr. Holmes'' or ''my late husband''. And to be honest, I don't really care either. This may sound a bit... cruel, but I'm kind of glad Mr. Holmes isn't here right now. Who knows if Eudoria and I had ever even met if anything was different? I'm glad fate has played it like this for us. And by the sounds of it, Mr. Holmes never made Eudoria very happy anyways. 

''You didn't know his family very well then?'' I ask carefully. I don't actually know much about this woman. She's very private.

''Eh, his family never really liked me. Said I was too ''unconventional'' for them,'' she chuckles. ''My father was a well known artist, that's why we married.''

''Oh. Um, what do you think they meant by that?'' I ask and turn to look at her.

She laughs. ''Wouldn't you like to know,'' she grins at me and continues whatever it was she was doing before. 

I gasp. ''You can't do that!''

''Can't I?'' she wiggles her eyebrows and pulls out two teacups. ''Tea?''

''Yes, please,'' I answer. ''And don't change the subject!'' I'm really curious at this point, I want to know everything about her. 

''I'm not!'' she cackles. ''Too curious for your own good,'' she shakes her head and smiles to herself. 

''Oh, come on now Eudoria!'' I whine and take step closer to her. ''You can't just start something and then.. not finish it!''

She cocks her eyebrow and looks at me from head to toes. Dear God. Then a cocky grins spreads over her face as she turns her body towards me. ''You really don't hear yourself, do you?'' she asks and crosses her arms again.

I furrow my brows and look at her confused. 

''Funny girl, you are,'' she chuckles and sweeps a lock of hair away from my face. ''You really want to know?'' 

Yes!

I nod eagerly and she laughs again. Then I watch her actions intensely as she leans closer to me and opens her mouth to spill the secrets. 

''Maybe I'll just have to show you,'' she whispers. Really, Eudoria? 

Stop teasing, I want to know already!

''Please do,'' I say now even more confused and furrow my brows again. Her smile turns into a devilish grin and she leans even closer. She doesn't look like she's going to say anything. But then again, she wanted to show me something. Hm.

And then the tea kettle whistling on the stove pulls me out of my thoughts and I turn my face away from the woman in front of me. 

''Better get that before we manage to burn the water,'' I smile and take the kettle off the stove. When I look back at Eudoria, she looks kind of frustrated. Weird. I carefully take the teacups from her hands, not wanting to make her even more annoyed. 

''Actually, I think I'll just go to bed,'' she suddenly says. ''I'll leave a night gown on your bed.''

''A- alright?'' This woman really doesn't make any sense today. 

Then she steps forward with her arms open, but instead of kissing me on the cheek she turns her head at the last moment and pecks my lips. 

''Goodnight, Y/n,'' she smiles and winks.

Then she walks upstairs to her bedroom and leaves a dumbfounded and really confused me standing in her kitchen with two teacups. 

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