Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines ✔

I promise

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3rd person's POV:
"SHERLOCK BLOODY HOLMES!!"you called as your stomach was erupting and your eyes had tears in them.

Curse mother nature.

"About time"his voice met your ears as you groan. "This is not the time for your ridicukous games, william!"you shout.

"Here's your hot packet; and um....john got you chocolates and jellies...as you'd like to call it"he said and handed you the hot pack.

Living with a sociopath and a doctor had its perks and advantages. One of them being them warming up to you and caring for you, much to mycroft's dismay.

But, even the british government couldn't resist your overflowing charm and immaturity. It blended well with his maturity and seriousness. Well, he had no choice as per the reason he was stuck with you all his life.

In fact, you and sherlock had a nickname for your brother, the queen.

Although john catched up to it and whenever he knew mycroft would come he developed a habit of warning you both, "the queen is coming" and every time you 3 would laugh like schoolchildren whilst mycroft rolled his eyes at the immaturity.

What were you to the dynamic duo was still a question, though. Sure, you had sherlock's green eyes, mycroft"s nose, and your mysterious sister's stare. You were the one and only y/n holmes.

Yes, the youngest of the holmes family. Their precious gem, and greg lestrade's girlfriend.

"Did graham dissapoint you again, or is your nature treating you badly as to why your face us scrunched up in such a way?"sherlock's voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Both"you sigh as you lean against your brother, you felt him tense up in the slightest but soon recovered. You smiled at this. He was still never used to the affection you so freely gived him, or almost everyone anytime you had the urge to. They warmed up to it but your own brothers weren't used to it

You were the black sheep of the family but you never felt out of the circle. Your brothers were known to be the coldest of all the icebergs, your sister, the cold hearted silent genius.

But here you were, the softest and most smiles of all. The sunflower in the field of ash.

"Brother, will you ever get used to me hugging you?"you smile at your brother, green meeting green and he sucked in a breath and looked at you again.

"I am afraid not, sister"he smiled at you.

"Have you ever hugged someone? Aside from watson, I mean"you ask him.

"Now that I look at it, you never had hugged me, have you?"you looked at him as you moved away and tilted your head.

You had your own signature move too. If sherlock had his prayer position and mycroft, his crossed arm and stone faced seat, yours was a mere tilt of your head with an innocent doe eyed look to the person, giving them no where near the possibility of lying to you.

However, you may be the most innocent one, you could be the most dangerous and hostile girl if you wanted to. Your family knew that.

Getting your deductions from sherlock and your cold stare that was hardly ever used, from mycroft. It was enough for you to take down a government, but one thing that made you the black sheep was that you were neither on the side of the angels nor devils.

You did as you pleased, for the greatee good and bad.

"No....I think I haven't"he admitted to you.

"Well, I guess I need to be jealous don't I?"you smiled and he gulped.

One thing more about you, was you were both the weak and the tough spot of the holmes' siblings. Eurus always had a spot for you in her heart; and because of you, she wore her heart on her sleeve.