Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

"We're gonna be late!"

"Finished!" I said, tiredly after we had just finished getting Mycroft's belongings settled in.

"Who knew my dear brother possessed so many useless objects." Sherlock said, out of breath.

"They are not useless, but valuable." He protested, out of breath as well.

"Do you two always get into arguments like this?" I asked, giggling.

"Yes." Sherlock said, bluntly.

"Unfortunately, he isn't the little brother I had hoped for." Mycroft said, while Sherlock rolled his eyes.

I smiled at them both ruffled both of their heads.

"I'm off to bed." I said with a smile, before walking off with a yawn.

"Goodnight." Mycroft and Sherlock both called out.

"Goodnight." I said, shutting my bedroom door, turning off the lights, and falling on my bed with a sigh.

Today was a long day, and I was exhausted.

I kept remembering what had happened between Sherlock, Jim and I. How Jim was about to-

I heard my door creak open, and footsteps approaching.

I was used to Sherlock sneaking in at night, so i wasn't surprised.

"Hi Sherlock." I said loudly.

"Aw...you knew it was me?" He asked.

"Most definitely." I said, amused.

"Well...I should probably let you know That it doesn't change you're situation a tiny bit, love." He said, getting inside the bed with me and wrapping his arms around me.

"Situation?" I asked, snuggling into him.

"Never mind, it seems you have gotten used to sleeping with me." He chuckled.

"Yea...I guess I have..." I said, shutting my eyes.

I felt him stroke my hair lightly, as I drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, I was awoken by the tickling of Sherlock Holmes on my very belly.

"What the...what are you doing?!?!" I screamed, giggling.

"Time to wake up." He said, smiling down at me.

He had managed to get on top of me during my weakest state:

My sleeping state.

"It's too early for this, Sherlock!" I giggled as he continued.

I continued to giggle and laugh for a long time as Sherlock tickled me, but we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Y/N? You alright in there?" I heard Mycroft call out.

"I-I'm fine!" I struggled.

"You don't sound so fine." Mycroft chuckled.

"N-No!" I squealed in between giggles.

Mycroft opened the door and Sherlock stopped tickling me to look at him.

"Good morning, brother mine." Sherlock said with a smirk.

Mycroft's face of surprise was hilarious.

"What are you two doing?" He asked, appalled.

"Sherlock won't stop tickling me!" I said, quickly sitting up and hugging a pillow, scooting away from him.