The "Rebellious" one - BBC Sherlock sibling fanfic
!NOTE!: Male-reader/insert, inspiration from SHERLOCK TV Show
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The rebellious one
Sherlock absolutely loved you; you were by far his favourite sibling by a long shot. You were the eldest of all your siblings, 1 year older than stuck up Mycroft and 8 elder than dear little Sherlock Holmes.
You were the troublemaker, mischievous without a doubt. You saw little reasoning behind Mummy dearestâs desires for you to become something great, like a doctor or lawyer. You hated the private piano lessons, the pointless tutoring sessions and eventually school altogether. It was easy to guess what you did, but dropping out of school was by far one of the best decisions of your life, and one of the easiest as well.
You were rebellious by nature.
Mummy and Daddy werenât quite sure where the behaviour stemmed from as it was definitely not inherited from either of them. It was obvious to you however, the stress of being the first born, the expectation to be the most successful and therefore grand of your siblings. To be able to support yourself with ease and help your siblings if the need arises.
While you respected the ideal. You ultimately rejected the pathways your parents provided, paving a new one and building everything from nothing. It was satisfying seeing your parents reaction when you visited one Christmas dinner, they were horrified at the ink adorning your right arm. Sherlock however quite liked it, in fact he wasted no time gifting his present early, he wanted you to get his pirate sketch tattooed. And who were you to deny him?
That cute little face was irresistible normally, but with added intent and desire behind them? God, you were putty in his hands.
Together you went to a tattoo parlour, Sherlock was rambling furiously to the tattoo artist whilst the ink was being stained onto your skin, it was adorable, the passion in his story as he explained the intricacy of his design and the meaning behind it. âThe adventures of Yellowbeardâ. Sherlock called it, or something similar at least.
It didnât quite match the other tattooâs youâd gotten, as those were all grey-scale realistic designs, but Sherlock was adamant that colour was non-negotiable. The young Holmes was a hyper little bean as he jumped around in joy at the completion of his masterpiece. You couldnât stop chuckling at his antics; the innocence was overloading your system.
Of course, Mum and Dad were horrified once the two of you returned, though they seemed less upset at the tattoo and more with the aspect of Sherlock in a âbikerâs tattoo shopâ of which it was absolutely not. You werenât an idiot, youâd made sure Sherlock was as safe as could be.
Mycroft thought you a moron the majority of your life. Growing up he strived to pass you at everything he possibly could, interestingly enough, it took much longer than expected. He thought you were just another goldfish, swimming around dumbly just like all the others. But of course, you were more than that he later realised.
You were a sponge. While you hated your motherâs insistent lessons and tutoring, you had an eidetic memory and couldnât help but memorise absolutely everything ever taught to you. You would have been a prodigy, everything your parents ever dreamed you to be. But unfortunately for them, you had slightly different plans.
Mycroft thought heâd finally done it when he joined the British Government, there was no way you could outshine him now. Yet, despite not having achieved a high standing career, it was obvious that whenever the two of you met, who was smarter ultimately. You were the opposite of what you parents dreamed you to be, yet you were the happiest having done so. Mycroft admired that.
Heâd admit that of course, you would win in physicality. Always. You loved going outside, working out, playing sports, and eating healthy. It was one of your passions, something that ultimately benefitted you quite greatly as your appearance remained younger for much longer than if you had of neglected fitness and health. Sherlock teased Mycroft relentlessly about it as well, how young and fit their elder brother looked in comparison. Of course it was playful teasing, but it was definitely something to respect.
It was only more recently that all three brothers started getting along quite nicely. Sherlock of course never thought ill of you, he just assumed you were an average idiot like John. You played the part quite well, snickering behind Sherlock back while explaining things to John, whom believed you to be his favourite of the Holmes children. You were fun to be around, the most human and emotional of all. It was refreshing to be around.
When you finally decided to reveal your hidden superpower, he was dumbfounded but also instantly relieved.
Mycroft however was a very different story. It started slowly, you invited him randomly to a gig, of which he was pleasantly surprised when he arrived to a wedding, you adorned in an unfamiliar suit standing at the stage and singing a sweet lullaby to the lucky couple. It wasnât your usual style, sure, but you wanted to ease Mycroft into your life, and what better way to do it?
Over the years, Sherlock had subtly provided you with more tattoo designs heâd wish for you to get, all his own of course. You were still a sucker for those eyes; it seemed their affect never dimmed as the detective aged.
Eventually one day Mycroft approached you on the matter, rather shyly youâd point out as well, you were open and encouraging as he mumbled the reluctant request to add to your collection of ink with one of his own. Stating through hidden messages within his speech that heâd been feeling a little left out. Of course you were ecstatic, more than happy to agree.
It was then that Mycroft realised no matter what heâd accomplish, you always have the upper hand in the end. Not because of intelligence nor deducing skills, but because of your raw compassion and commitment to your beliefs and dreams, it was awe inspiring. Beautiful even.
Perhaps those brothers of yours might do a little rebelling of their own.
Headcanons: Being the youngest Holmes sibling and being Lestradeâs crush
Requested by anon
Note: Sorry this took so long, well, sorry everything is taking so long lol
-You would be extremely smart like Sherlock, and cunning like Mycroft
-But you would have a totally different personality
-Friendly, funny, kind, empathetic, etc.
-It was common for people to be shocked that you were a Holmes
-Johnâs jaw dropped at the dissimilarities between you
-You were a relief to talk to after John spent time with either of your brothers
-You would constantly help Sherlock on his cases, you two were close, much to Mycrofts annoyance
-Though, you were also close to Mycroft, which in turn annoyed Sherlock, you two would often have meals or tea together
-Your older brothers would be protective over you
-Lestrade would be kind of awkward around you, but not enough that it was obvious he liked you, at least to others like John
-But of course it was obvious to you, and you found it amusing, as well as adorable, you liked him too, you just werenât sure how to express it
-Sherlock would see that he as attracted to you as well and would probably blurt it out one day, much to the horror of Lestrade
-You would chastise Sherlock, successfully making him feel slightly guilty
-Then you would tell Lestrade that you had already known
-Cue an even more horrified and embarrassed Lestrade
-But ultimately, this would lead to a relationship
-One, that of course, neither of your brothers truly approved of
-Even though your brothers would be protective, they never underestimated you, cause they knew that if you truly tried, you could outsmart both of them and get both of them our of trouble
