DiamondRoust

 It wasn’t that you didn’t notice. It seemed daily that the boy showed up to class with new wounds and darker eyes. Sometimes he didn’t show up at all. In the beginning, his appearance raised questions amongst your fellow students, though now they had grown used to his disheveled and rugged appearance—it was just how he was. No one seemed to care about it. Except for you, that is. Remus John Lupin seemed to be all you could think about. You worried about him, to put it simply. You feared that every smile he gave you was covering up something else. You had initially believed that he was sick and that was why he was al

You groaned, getting out of the cab to look up at the gorgeous house in front of you. How had you been the one designated to deal with this? Oh right you’d lost at rock, paper, scissors to John, though you suspected Sherlock gave him some sort of signal to ensure that he would win. You were better suited for this task they insisted… and most of the time you would agree with them. You were the closest thing Mycroft had to a friend and he did listen to you but this task seemed so monumentally difficult that you doubted you’d have any success. Steeling yourself, you pulled your coat tightly around you and mounted the steps to

Sherlock spent the rest of the party waiting for the perfect moment to enact his plan, letting the hours tick by and the food and drink be consumed until everyone was just sitting around, happily chatting. His brother had had three glasses of scotch, all poured by you meaning they were very generous, and as promised John had slipped quite a bit of extra alcohol into your eggnog. Outwardly, Mycroft looked the same as always but Sherlock knew he was really quite loosened up and you were swaying tipsily on your perch of the arm of Mycroft’s chair, giggling and talking more openly than you normally would. Perfect for his plan. John moved

Mycroft tried to read you, to discern your thoughts, as you stared pensively out the window of the car but came up with nothing. He knew you enjoyed the holidays, his brother often complained over the fact that you always decorated his flat and insisted that he go shopping with you and John, but looking at you now it was like he’d stolen your Christmas spirit. He pursed his lips before taking a deep breath, “I apologize for what I said earlier. I know you have your reasons for keeping your distance from your brother.” “If I tell you why do you promise it never leaves this car and that you will not bring it up ever ag

“My, where are you going?” A soft voice made the government figure freeze. “No where my dear.” He didn’t turn around. “You better not be going to work out. You have five seconds to get back in this bed or I’ll call your brother.” The brunet glanced back at the woman. “One, two-” He knew he couldn’t win against her. “Alright.” With a sigh, he rejoined her in the bed. She wrapped her arms around him. “You know I hate when you use Sherlock against me, (Y/n).” He nuzzled into her (h/c) locks. “It worked didn’t it?” She muttered into his c

   "This is a violation of privacy, Sherlock!" the blond ex-soldier bellowed towards his taller companion.   "Hum, my brother knows no thing about that," the detective stated while he adjusted his coat collar.   "Are you really going to waltz into her home!"   "Correction, John. We are really going to waltz into her home."   John Watson sighed out of exasperation and the audacity of his flatmate. This was a very good example of not having interesting cases in a course of two days. Two days. Sherlock found out about his older brother's girlfriend out of boredom.   Mycroft obviously kept it a secret from everybody because he might hav

Mycroft looked up from his glass and saw tumbling (h/c) waves walking out of the room and into the garden. It had been almost a month since the kiss and you had constantly been on Mycroft’s mind much to his annoyance. At social events you would catch a glimpse of one another but never made conversation. Blue and (e/c) eyes would catch and smiles exchanged but nothing else. All of this left Mycroft conflicted, you liked each other but why was nothing happening. His belief that emotions were unneeded was compounded as he found himself distracted, thinking of you and what could happen. Quickly he finished his drink and followed you out in

It wasn't often that Mycroft socialized and it was even rarer that he spent the night at someone else’s, yet he had. He was up and fully dressed in a suit by eight o clock sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper. You waltzed into the kitchen wearing a short nightdress completely unaware that Mycroft was there. Both of you had met a few times before and so vaguely knew each other. Mycroft cleared his throat to alert you to his presence causing you to spin towards him and smile. "Morning, would you like something to eat?" You were completely oblivious to your lack of clothing. "A cup of tea and some toast would be lovely." You tur