#platonic!sherlock

[dapperappleton]

Sherlock Holmes’s Other Brother Part -2

A/N: Short “background story” to a fic I’m going to write later (I swear I will). Y/N isn’t actually a Holmes, but Sherlock considers him his brother.

Word count: 721

Part -1 Part 1

“Y/N! Mycroft! Come play pirates with me!” A seven year old Sherlock ran at Y/N and Mycroft with a toy sword and a pirate hat on.

“Sherlock, no. I’m sure you have homework to do, and I know Y/N and I have a lot of homework as well.” Mycroft didn’t even look at Sherlock, he just kept writing an essay. “Besides, you’re not a pirate and imagination is useless. Put your brain to better use, brother.”

Sherlock’s face fell with every one of Mycroft’s words. Y/N looked at him incredulously and smacked the older boy’s head with a notebook. Mycroft locked eyes with Y/N, questioning what he had done wrong this time. Y/N wasn’t much younger, he was 12 and Mycroft was 14, but Y/N definitely acted just as old, if not older, than Mycroft.

“Sherlock, how about you finish your homework, and then I’ll play pirates with you.” Y/N smiled softly. “You can sit next to me while you do it.”

Sherlock immediately brightened up and scampered off to grab the small amount of schoolwork he had. Mycroft’s eyes followed the boy until he couldn’t see him anymore.

“Why are you encouraging him? It’s childish and naive to play pretend and dream of becoming a ruthless pirate. I am trying to be a good brother and help Sherlock grow up smart.”

“Well, Myke,” Y/N started, a salty undertone lacing his voice. “Sherlock is a child, of course he’s childish. Every child has an imagination when they’re younger. It’s healthy to play pretend and run around without worrying about homework. He’s seven, you can’t possibly expect him to just focus on school and learning. Besides, he’s smart already and he’s going to grow up to be smart.”

Mycroft opened his mouth, but Sherlock ran back in and pulled back the chair next to Y/N and climbed atop, smiling proudly at being able to sit with big kids, especially Y/N. Sherlock liked Y/N, he was nice to Sherlock and always played pirates with him. Y/N brought Sherlock treats that he made like cookies and in return Sherlock gave Y/N drawings of them as pirates on their ship. Y/N hung them on his fridge when he got back to his house.

Sherlock started working on his maths, they were supposed to be learning addition. Sherlock already knew addition, so he didn’t have to think that much about what he was doing as he did it.

“Why does Mrs. Summers spend so much time teaching us this, I already know it,” Sherlock mumbled at his paper.

“Most of the kids in your class don’t know it, Sherlock.” Mycroft mumbled back in the same monotone voice, what a pair. They were so alike, and they didn’t even know it. “This is new for them, but I taught it to you early.”

Sherlock grunted, barely even registering what Mycroft said as he rushed to finish his homework and play with Y/N. Y/N, on the other hand, was stuck on science homework. How was he supposed to know what type of chemical looked like crackers under a microscope? He skipped to the next question and had just started it before Sherlock shot off his chair and shouted “done!” before grabbing Y/N’s hand and pulling.

“I’m getting up, I’m getting up!” Y/N laughed. “Relax a little Bluebeard, ye landlubber.”

***

“Avast, ye scallywag!” Y/N popped up behind Mycroft. “Surrender yer plunder or face the consequences!”

Mycroft tried to look annoyed, but he couldn’t hide the amused smirk as he handed over a cookie he had just baked. Y/N broke the cookie in half and turned around to a snickering Sherlock. He bowed as low as he could and presented the cookie to the little boy.

“Bluebeard, your share of the treasure.”

Sherlock took it and shoved it into his mouth before running back outside. Y/N followed him with his half also shoved into his mouth. Mycroft could hear something along the lines of “no fair, you got a head start” but he couldn’t be too sure since the cookie muffled most of the sound. Mycroft shook his head and continued baking more cookies. He looked out the kitchen window to see Y/N falling backwards dramatically with Sherlock’s sword under his arm. As immature as the two of them were, he wouldn’t dare stop them from having so much fun.

[dapperappleton]

Sherlock Holmes’s Other Brother Pt. -1

A/N: Y/N isn’t actually a Holmes, Sherlock’s 15 and Y/N is 20

Summary: Y/N takes Sherlock to get ice cream after finals

Warnings: none

Word count: 656

Part -2 Part 1

Y/N stood leaning against the wall outside of Sherlock’s school. It may have looked a little creepy, seeing as he was 20, but Y/N didn’t dwell on that too much. Soon enough, people started leaving the building, eager to get home and relax after a week of exams.

Sherlock started walking quickly, bag clutched tightly to him. Y/N pushed off the wall and started to walk next to him.

“How’d it go, smarty?” Y/N looked at the teen.

“How do you think, Y/N?” Sherlock snorted. “Easy. Even these advanced classes are too easy for me. And rather boring. I don’t care about how the French rebelled centuries ago, I care about things that matter like murder and chemistry.”

“Fair point. But I’ll tell you this, once you get to uni, it gets much more fun.” Y/N looked around as they waited at a crosswalk. “How about we get ice cream to celebrate?”

“Celebrate what? The fact that I was required to sit in a stuffy room and write down boring facts they’ve shoved into my head for a week?”

Sherlock was actually tired, Y/N could tell. He had known Sherlock long enough to see through his sass. Sherlock had gotten good at hiding emotions and human things like hunger and fatigue, but Y/N would always see right through the act, the same with Mycroft. The Holmes brothers were an open book to Y/N.

“How about we go to that ice cream shop down by my place, and we can play deductions. I’ll get you whatever you want.” Y/N smiled, knowing Sherlock couldn’t resist deductions and ice cream.

“Alright fine. You win.” Sherlock smiled despite his auditory annoyance.

Together they walked towards the ice cream place and chatted about their days. Sherlock complained about how boring and stupid everyone else was, and Y/N talked about his exams.

Soon enough, they reached the quaint but bustling ice cream parlour. It was old fashioned, with pastel greens and pinks. The tables were half full of students who had just gotten out of school, but the line was longer. It wasn’t overly loud despite the amount of people there.

“Sherlock, what do you want? I’ll wait in line and you can save us a table,” Y/N nodded to an empty table in the corner where they would be able to see everyone.

“One scoop of chocolate,” Sherlock answered simply.

“Oh, come on, Sherly,” Y/N chuckled. “I’m paying, get whatever you want.”

Sherlock looked hesitant before shyly asking for a second scoop of strawberry, with sprinkles. He walked over to the table and put down his bag in the other chair. Y/N stood in line and thought about what he wanted. Honestly, three scoops didn’t sound all too bad, but he knew that he would have to bad of a brain freeze to be able to finish.

Eventually, Y/N made his way back to Sherlock, who muttered a quick thanks before quickly digging in. Y/N sat down and started eating his as well while looking around.

“Well that’s a character.” Y/N nodded at someone and laughed.

“No eighty year old who lives alone with a memory as bad as that needs five cats and a bird.” Sherlock laughed as well.

“I was actually talking about that kid over there.” Y/N looked back to Sherlock before continuing. “The one with an older sister who has chronic pain.”

“That kid who forgot her glasses? Or the other one who failed his exams and is burying his anxiety in ice cream?”

“Ice cream dude. He already went home before this, must’ve gotten out earlier than you.”

A silence came over them, a good one though. They were both thinking.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Sherlock mumbled to Y/N.

“It’s no problem, my treat,” he said back.

“No, not the ice cream. I mean for being so kind to me. I,” he paused, struggling to express emotions. “I really care, about you.”

“Right back at you, kiddo.”