Sherlock Imagines [ Book 2 ]

He Fell Out of a Window [ S&M ]

Type: Oneshot

Pairings: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: If the subject of rape is triggering I highly suggest you move on, stay safe loves <3

If you have struggled with some kind of sexual assault the national sexual assault hotline is 1-800-656-4673 You're not alone <3

You felt disgusting.

The feeling of his fingertips digging into your skin, horrid whiskey scented breath down your neck. Teeth digging into your shoulder, the memories sent shivers down your spine. You longed to wake up and realize this was all nothing but a dream, but alas this was all too real. You took a shakey breath, the sound of conversation sounded from behind the door. You easily picked out John and Mary's voices, for a brief moment you reconsidered entering but knocked anyway. Where else could you go?

Home was with the boyfriend who'd forced himself upon you.

A rustle sounded from the other side, soon the door opened and revealed John. His eyes widened once he looked you over, "Y/N? What happened?!"

Suddenly you realized how you must of looked with red swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"Y/N?" You heard Mycroft's voice from inside. You must of interrupted an important case. John stepped aside and you heard an audible gasp come from Mary, you couldn't bring yourself to look at either of your brothers. Mary patted the spot beside her on the couch and you sat, both of your brother's gazes boring into you. Sherlock moved towards but you flinched. "It was Jason, h-he.. He.." You felt fresh tears form and you buried your face in your hands, Mary slowly scooted towards you. She gently put an arm around you and you felt into her embrace, finding the feminine smell of her perfume comforting.

Sherlock and Mycroft shared the deadliest, nastiest glare you'd ever seen from the pair. Mary rubbed circles on your back, "Shhh love, it wasn't your fault."

The blonde looked up at the three men surrounding you, "Give her a little space."

They all gingerly took steps back as Mary continued to console you. Sherlock looked at his brother.

"Brother o'mine, I believe we have a visit to make."

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The bitter night time chill ruffled blonde hair as he reached up, pulling on his battered gray hood. Pavement crunched under tennis shoes as he walked into the flat, brown eyes flickered around for a moment. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, he fumbled with his keys for a moment as he unlocked the door. He was greeted by total darkness, he reached for the light switch. He continuously flipped it but the darkness remained.

"Dammit Y/N I told you to change the bloody bulbs." He growled, drunkenly stumbling through the foyer. In his alcohol induced state he had to grip onto the wall for support as he walked into the lounge. He flipped on the light, a man sat on the couch.

"I don't believe we've met yet." He examined the end of his umbrella. "I'm Mycroft Holmes, and you Mr. Paul have made an incredibly big mistake"

Jason's eyes widened as he stepped backward, only to collide with something solid. He slowly turned around, seeing a flash of crystal eyes before the click of the lightswitch was heard and the room went dark.

***

You awoke the next morning to a slight better feeling, all the tears you'd shed left you exhausted. Soon you felt a sense of dread wash over you as the previous events of the night before replayed in your mind. You looked around, a slight frown forming as you found yourself tucked in Sherlock's bed. You remembered falling asleep on the couch.....

You pushed the covers away, greeted by a bitter cold by the lack of warmth. You slipped out of the bed as your sock covered feet padded across the floor towards the door, the sound of a news anchor's voice rattled off various reports of the day. John and Mary were gone, and your siblings were sat across from each other in front of the TV, a chess board in between them. You walked over and kneeled down beside the board, "Who's winning?"

Both boys jumped, both so enveloped in the game you were never heard.

"I am." they both said at once before glaring at each other, Sherlock looked back at you and his gaze softened. "How are you?"

"Been better." In reality you were beyond shaken up, but giving your brothers a glimpse of your emotions would be weakness. You were already ashamed of last night.

Suddenly the news anchors voice caught your attention as you looked up at the screen.

"Alleged rapist Jason Paul was found in his flat this morning, authorities reported he was in critical condition from what most likely was falling out of his window."

You looked back at your brothers, Mycroft stared at the chess board and Sherlock was clearly fighting a smirk. "You two wouldn't know anything about this now would you?"

Sherlock who looked at Mycroft, "Perhaps Mycroft would share his deductions."

"I would say a coincidence." Mycroft said simply.

You rolled your eyes and smirked, "the universe is rarely so lazy."

You stood and kissed the top of both their heads before ruffling their hair, Sherlock didn't seem to mind as he gave a small smile. Mycroft, however, did for you caused several pieces to fly out of place, but even he gave the tiniest smile.

"Thank you." You smiled at the two.

"For what?" Sherlock moved a chess piece. "You heard the anchor, he felt out of a window."

a/n

Sexual Assault is a very real thing for both genders, please don't be afraid to report it. I was and now it's too late for me to do anything about it, please don't make the same mistake I did.

I love you all dearly, you're all beautiful and utterly amazing.

Love Em