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deyarc · 3 years

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visitors

pairing: sherlock holmes x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1380

author: darcey

summary: mycroft makes for a terrible babysitter, so maybe sherlock and his beloved, could hold the solution to cure enola’s boredom.

Enola lay on the sofa, arms crossed and staring up at the plain ceiling. She was bored. Unbelievably and utterly bored. Mother was gone for the day into town, and she was home alone…as long as you didn’t count Mycroft, who was sat in the first-floor study, doing whatever Mycroft did all day.

He had been instructed to look after her, and yet he had not even aimed a single syllable towards her. She would be offended, but she had reminded herself that it was perhaps best that he kept quiet, as it seemed the only things her dear brother had to say to her were pointed comments about her appearance, or even perhaps the task she might have been performing at the time. She found herself constantly wondering; “Who asked?”

Because she certainly hadn’t.

Enola turned her head slightly towards the right and glanced at the grandfather clock that stood a few paces away from her. Twenty-five past two. She still had a substantial amount of the day left. What a pity.

It was then, that she heard the front door open, and quiet voices sounded from the entrance hall. Visitors…how exciting! She swung her legs off the sofa and got up. Dashing out of the room, and into the hallway, she let her mind wander for a few brief seconds, and think about who could be standing at the entrance of her home.

Obviously, it wasn’t Mycroft. It could be Mother, but it was not like her to come home 4 hours early from a trip into town. Charles, the sheepdog from down the road? No… goodness no! Dogs had no business opening doors.

But the longer Enola considered it, why not? If dogs wanted to enter a home through the front door, who should stop them? Common sense, she realised. How silly of an idea was it to think that a dog would wish to enter through the front door instead of the open gate at the back of the kitchen that’s especially fashioned for domestic pets? The answer was very. This ruled Charles out as well.

It was as Enola approached the entrance hall that she realised her blindness. A stranger would never be let in so quickly into the house, so it was obviously someone they were familiar with. Her realisation was indeed confirmed when she actually peered into the hall and found her…favourite brother, Mr Sherlock Holmes. Moving her gaze to rest just behind him, she also found his beloved.

Enola may have been wrong in guessing who the visitors were, but she would be lying through her teeth if she said she wasn’t glad that these were the people who were to grace her with their presence.

“Enola! Dear sister, how are you? We haven’t seen each other in months!” Exclaimed the previously mentioned Sherlock. He smiled warmly toward her as they both moved to embrace.

“I’m quite well, brother. It’s been ever so boring with just Mycroft here with me. I ensure you and your sweetheart have arrived to rescue me?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, only half-joking. You laughed, before moving forward.

“I trust Mycroft has been watching you like an eagle, dear Enola?” You enquired while taking your darling man’s hand within yours. He squeezed ever so gently, as he usually did. Enola of course noticed and raised a playful eyebrow.

“If shutting himself inside his favoured study, and not speaking a word to me is what you are referring to, then indeed he has!” She quipped, starting to walk out of the entrance room and into the formal living room.

She and Mother hardly spent time in here, only greeting guests, when they seldom passed by. It was in the warm, cosy living room upstairs that she had spent all morning trying to find some entertainment.

All three of you took your places on a sofa, Enola choosing one across from both you and Sherlock. Sherlock laced his fingers with yours, and pulled them into his lap, before looking toward Enola once again.

“Sister dear, I suppose you are curious as to why both me and my other half came here today?” Enola nodded, smiling.

“I must admit, it is somewhat of an unusual occurrence.” You let out a small breathy laugh, finding yourself to have missed the young girl’s little comments here and there.

“Well then, we shall keep you waiting no longer.” He paused for a split second and glanced at you. You beamed at him, and squeezed his hand, urging him to continue.

“The reason we travelled to you today, was to share some happy news. I am happy to proclaim that I shall be taking this one, right here-“ He gestured toward you, making Enola grin even wider as she turned her glace toward you. “-To the courthouse down by Baker Street, to sign some very important papers with me.”

Enola let out an excited shriek before clapping her hands together excitedly. “You’re getting married? To each other? This is fabulous news!” You furrowed your eyebrows if only for a moment, to consider her latter question. ”Who else would we marry?” You asked, the smile that was working its way onto your face giving away your amusement.

She shrugged. “I have absolutely no idea! But you simply must tell Mycroft just this instant! It may lift his foul mood, and goodness knows that would do me a world of favours.”

Sherlock agreed, laughing along with you. “Yes, I do suppose we should go along and inform our other brother of the news.” He said, standing up with Enola, and tugging your arm gently along with him. All three of you rushed along to the study.

“Mycroft? Open the door, we have something to discuss with you!” You exclaimed, tapping your knuckles against the wood a few times. You heard some shuffling, and a lock slide open. Then suddenly the door you leaning on flew open. You almost toppled over into Mycroft, had Sherlock not reached for your waist with both hands to stop you.

You released a quick sigh of relief and spared a grateful glance toward your lover before turning toward the man before you.

“You two? When did you-? Never mind, what is it then? I have lots of work to do, and hardly any time to accomplish it, so a quick debrief would do very nicely.” He informed you curtly, eyeing the messy-haired Enola with something akin to...distaste.

“We are to be married next week, Mycroft.” You told him, offering a cautious smile. He raised an eyebrow, before lowering it slowly.

“Right. I must congratulate you both, should I not? I assume you are both overjoyed?” He asked, almost seemingly relaxed.

“Extremely” Answered Sherlock, with one arm hooked around your waist, and the other reaching to shake his brother’s suddenly outstretched hand. Even Enola seemed slightly surprised. The reaction you were all expecting was maybe a quick “Well done.” and a nod, before him inevitably turning back to whatever he was doing.

The brothers shook hands, as Sherlock patted his brother’s shoulder. “I should hope we will be receiving some similar news within the months to come? I hear you and Miss Harrison have been spending quite some time together recently?” He teased, still smiling kindly toward Mycroft. The elder brother frowned before stepping back into the study.

“No such thing has, and ever will, occur! I assure you, dear brother!” He exclaimed, before shutting the door quickly.

Enola burst into a fit of giggles, and you followed closely after. Sherlock looked toward both of you fondly, before clearing his throat. “Seeing as someone won’t be coming out of his room for a while…is anyone up for a spot of ice cream from the market to pass the time?” He asked.

“That sounds heavenly!” Enola exclaimed. You nodded along with her, taking the girl’s hand. Your trio walked back down to the entrance hall and stepped out into the early afternoon sunlight.

“Well then, Mr Holmes, lead the way!”

“Oh, I shall.” He quipped, once again lacing your fingers together as all three of you made your way toward the carriage waiting by the lawn. I think it was safe to say that Enola’s day has just gotten a lot more interesting.

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what brought you and mr jarvis together?

edwin jarvis x gn!reader

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• He’d be a bit oblivious.

- I’ll be honest, I think you would be the first one to realise what you felt for him was love. Of course, he knew it too, but he simply attributed it to caring about you not dying.

- It may or may not take you being seriously hurt for him to finally address his feelings. Which of course, isn’t exactly ideal, as I don’t think anyone is going to be eagerly hoping for a disaster to strike. You’ll probably have to wait it out.

Your ears were ringing. The damn thing detonated, and you hadn’t got there in time to stop it. The SSR had been tipped off about a possible bomb threat, and as luck found it, you and Peggy Carter just happened to be in the area. Not so lucky now, you thought.

You laid sprawled on the floor, trying to open your eyes. Everything hurt. You managed to lift one eyelid and glance around you. The aeroplane hanger was in ruins, only flames seemed to be visible. Just a few feet to your right, lay Peggy. You could see her fingers stretching out, so you could only assume she was regaining consciousness.

You started to sit up, but found yourself suddenly being encouraged to lay back down again. You opened both eyes now, surprised by the sudden hand on your chest, pushing you gently back onto the curb.

“Darling, stay down, the medics are on their way.” Cooed Mr Jarvis, reaching for your hand. He had knelt down beside you, and had evidently not been caught in the blast. You felt yourself let out an internal sigh of relief. He began to stroke along your fingers soothingly.

“Can you hear me, Agent?” He asked, his eyebrows creasing with concern. You tried to nod, but found your head almost too heavy for your body to carry. You certainly must have hit it hard. Maybe speech would serve you better.

“I can hear you, yes.” You responded, suddenly feeling the urge to cough. Your eyes started tearing up as your chest began heaving. You throat felt like sandpaper, and you began to panic.

Mr Jarvis’ eyes widened. He quickly took hold of your shoulders and turned you onto your side. His hands then found their place on your back as you coughed and spluttered onto the pavement. A few moments passed, and you found yourself somewhat recovering from your coughing fit.

You flopped onto your back again, and sighed. Explosions were shit. And yet Mr Jarvis was still knelt by your side. Didn’t he need to go and help Peggy as well?

“Isn’t Peggy in need of some assistance, Mr Jarvis?” You asked, raising a very pained eyebrow. He scoffed, before touching your temple, which felt like it may have been oozing blood. For that matter, your ears might have been bleeding just as much.

“Agent Carter is in pursuit of a possible suspect, although I don’t doubt she’s feeling any better than you are right now, darling.” He confessed, his lips turning upwards into a small smile. And besides, I believe I am needed elsewhere.” He added, gesturing toward you.

You just realised he called you darling? Yeah, so did he.

• ALERT ALERT ALERT

- In the days that followed, he found himself sat in his favourite chair, pondering you. What possessed him to refer to you as darling? To your face?! *Panicked expression becomes very prominent.*

- He’d probably feel the need to apologise.

You were awakened from your nap by a soft knock at your office door. You rushed over and opened it, and found none other than Edwin Jarvis stood there, seeming...almost sheepish?

“Could I help you, Mr Jarvis?” You asked, tilting your head in concern. He met your gaze and nodded, before awkwardly shuffling by you into the room. You shut the door behind him, and leaned back against it, worried. You stared at him, waiting for him to start speaking. He noticed, and quickly cleared his throat.

“So, Agent. How are you feeling?”

“Just fine, Mr Jarvis. How are you feeling? You seem...on edge.” You told him, frowning. He nodded in acknowledgement.

“Yes, I’m just fine. Just popped down to ask you if...if you felt comfortable with me the other day. I, uh...referred to you as-” He cleared his throat again, as if scared to even say the word out loud.

“As...darling. If I caused you any offence please do not hesitate to-” He started.

“Are you apologising for calling me a term of endearment, Mr Jarvis?” You interrupted, shocked. He lowered his eyes before nodding hesitantly.

“I...” You began, not sure where to start. “I...assure you that I didn’t take any offence. Non whatsoever.” You reassured, making the man in front of you breathe a small sigh of relief. “Actually, on the contrary, I liked it.” You told him, afraid that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. You were rewarded with a breathy laugh.

“You have no idea how relieved I am, I genuinely thought I had said the wrong thing completely.” He confessed, meeting your gaze again. You shook your head smiling, before pushing yourself off the door, and waltzing over to him.

“In fact...do you think it would be okay if I called you my darling as well?” You asked, hoping you didn’t misread the situation at all. It seems you didn’t, as he leaned down so his head would be level with yours.

“Only if you call me start calling me Edwin.” He responded, almost whispering. You smiled, before reaching for his cheeks, and smashing your lips against his.

And you were kissing him. You were snogging him, actually. Let’s hope Peggy doesn’t need anything for the next 10 minutes, because you will be temporarily indisposed.

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