Sherlock x Reader; The Six Thatchers; one shot

The first time.

"Mary!" Y/N yelled, pushing away Mary. Vivian had already shot the gun, pointing it to Sherlock.
Everything had went so slow after that, Mycroft and Lestrade  came already, but they cannot stop the happenings.

Life and love at it's best.

"They know everything..."
"They know everything..."
Y/N took a deep breath, staring out Vauxhall Bridge, her hands on the railings. 'What does she mean?' She thought wearily, her mind full of doubts.
Vivian! Vivian the receptionist!
Her phone pinged, she grabbed it swiftly as she ran towards a cab. "Taxi!"
'London Aquarium, emergency. -JW'
I hope I get there on time. Or maybe not. I'll die anyways.

Not...

The bullet embedded itself near Y/N's heart, blood seeping out through the shirt. Mary's eyes widened, as Vivian was held, arrested. "No! No! No! Sister dearest, please be alive. Please! Please!" Mary exclaimed, adding pressure to the wound.
John had arrived, seeing his sister-in-law on the floor, barely breathing. "Mary, Mary. I-it's alright. Everybody's bound to die, anyway." Mary's eyes had tears prickling at the corners, Sherlock stood there, completely in utter shock.

Y/N texted John back, 'On my way, -(Y/I)'
A cab had parked in front of her as she stepped inside, "London Aquarium, please. And be quick."
The ride itself was horrible, traffic broke through but she arrived. Running towards the said destination, she prayed.

"(Y/N), it's gonna be-be alright, okay? The ambulance is-is coming." John said, tears threatening to fall. (Y/N) chuckled, "don't even bother. Nobody cares, not even my husband." She smiled, looking up at Sherlock. "Jé t'aime tellement, Sherlock." And with that, she chuckled, her final breath fading away.

...

"You promised, Sherlock. You promised, vowed! Vowed to save her at any costs!"
Sherlock still stood in astonishment, the realization kicking in. He started slowly walking towards his dead wife's corpse, "don't you dare. You vowed, Sherlock Holmes." John exclaimed angrily, the detective stepping back. Whimpers fell upon John and Mary's throat, the tears finally falling.

"Jé suis désole, mi amore. Jé suis désole tellement." Sherlock muttered, whimpering.

The first time he had ever fell in love, lost.

"The vows, if we must." The priest said, smiling at the couple, "Mr. Holmes."
Sherlock took a deep breath, "I never knew I would go and have sentiment towards someone, but you. You were the same as me, we met because of John and Mary, and I'm proud to say that you are going to be mine. Never that I have felt like this before, your beauty, your smile, your laugh, everything I would cherish and protect. It would all be mine afterwards. Yes, we had ups and downs. So many downs, but we still think about the ups, and that is what I love about you. You think about the positive side. And I would love for you to be Mrs. Holmes, and be the mother of my children. Until the day I die, I love you."

(Y/N) laughed through tears, "Sherlock. From the first day I met you, I knew you were an arrogant and cocky toe rag who is just the same as I was, but it all changed. John was perfect and is, for my big sister. But I never thought that we would be perfect for each other. I would travel all over the world for you, and if you die, I would kill myself just to be with you. But that isn't happening so soon.
I am ready to be Mrs. Holmes, and love you til' the day I die, Sherlock Holmes, because, Jé t'aime, mi amore."

"Mmm, Mrs. Holmes, are you ready for the night of our lives or no?" Sherlock teased, dancing //swaying// to the music, "no, not yet. I just want to dance for a while before we go to France." (Y/n) smirked, burying her face in his chest.
Suddenly, "Can't help falling in love" was playing. A mic was thrown towards (Y/n) as she turned around, seeing Mary smirk and wink at her.
(Y/n) took a deep breath and smiled at Sherlock,
"Wise men say,
Only fools rush in,
But I can't help falling in love with you.
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
'Cause I can't help, falling in love with you..."

"Sherlock, what should we name him?" (Y/n) whispered, careful not to wake up the baby. Sherlock smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "John William."
(Y/n) cocked an eyebrow but smiled, gazing at their newborn.
He started crying, "no, no, don't cry. Mummy's here, mummy's always here. Don't worry, and if I leave, Daddy, Auntie Mary, and Uncle Johnny will take care of you."

The funeral. It was very hard for Sherlock, he heard no sign of Mary and his son for weeks.
It ended quickly, many people had joined, joined the fight. Sherlock stayed at the grave for a few more minutes, before he heard an Irish voice behind him.
"Wow, you actually care. I never knew the Sherlock Holmes would have a heart.." Sherlock turned around, seeing Sebastian Moran smirking. "Sebastian. I thought it was Moriarty." Sebastian walked towards the grave, "he's dead, remember?" Leaving a bouquet of black roses, he spoke, "Jim would've broken down, right here, right now. But he can't. Jim was her... real brother. She was adopted, and she knew." Sebastian sighed, looking at his wristwatch. "Well, I better go. Thanks for killing my boss, Curly." He walked towards his car, driving away.
Curly, her only nickname for me.

Meanwhile, in Ireland, at Dublin  Airport...

"Did you miss me?" A deep, Irish voice had said behind her, as she smirked behind her. "So how are you, brother dear?" (Y/n) smirked, as he slowly stepped towards her. "Good fake death, sister dearest. How, though?" She laughed, "a true magician, never reveals their secrets." Grabbing her trolley bag, she tossed her jacket over her shoulder, "a Holmes is a Holmes, brother."