perfect mama and son

breathe, just breathe

Genre: Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Friendship, Romance, Family 
Words: 6190 words 
Pairings: Rucas, Corpanga (mentioned), Joshaya (mentioned), Smarkle (slight) 
Summary: The three times Lucas Friar does not let the tears in his eyes fall, and the one time (okay, maybe two times) he lets them flow freely. (Lucas-centric, major Rucas) 
A/N: Happy reading! 


“I’m afraid that your son has left me with no choice, Mr Friar,” Principal Westerly shakes his head regrettably as he takes off his glasses. He hesitates before he says his next words, as though they weigh heavily on his tongue, while he regards the three Friars on the opposite end of the table. 

Please, Lucas wants to beg but he cannot. Please, just give me one more chance. I’ll be better. I’ll control myself better. Please just don’t give up on me. 

“Lucas Friar, you are hereby expelled from this school because of your actions yesterday,” Principal Westerly speaks the words he has been dreading to hear, and Lucas’ breath hitches. “Because you put a student in harms’ way and because of the threat you pose to other students, my hands are tied.” 

Beside him, his mother sniffs and Lucas looks to his father, heart sinking at the look his father shoots him. Bitterness, disappointment and anger all crosses his father’s aged face and Lucas gulps before he looked down. Shame courses through him, making his hands shake as he curls them into a tight fist. 

“Principal Westerly, please, there has to be something -”

“I’m afraid my decision is final, Annette,” Principal Westerly sighs. 

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Then Papa Holmes and Greg would come home all laughing with arms around each other shoulders singing the Arsenal song and Greg would see Sherlock sulking in the corner and he would immediately come over to kiss it better.

(It works every time and Sherlock tries not to blush when his mother cooed over how adorable they are)

Then Papa and Mama Holmes would take them all out for dinner and Greg would ask them if they would entrust their son to him for the rest of his life.