#bbc sherlock x you
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brother dearest
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Summary: Mycroft had never considered himself to be overprotective. However, he isn't overly pleased with how smitten his little brother is with you...
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: John is the only one with any emotional intelligence and Mycroft is faced with the horrifying ordeal of realising his younger sibling is dating, so they're all idiots really
Mycroft Holmes could practically feel his blood pressure rising. Confidential documents had been stolen from the very hands of the British government, putting the democratic well-being of an entire nation in jeopardy. And his little brother wouldn't answer the phone.
The moment word of the breach had gotten to Mycroft his first plan of action was to call Sherlock. Of course, he could have hypothetically dealt with the issue himself had it not required leg work. But to his dismay, contacting the youngest Holmes seemed to be as unlikely as winning the lottery.
Tossing dignity to the wind in the name of restoring balance to the western world, Mycroft stooped to the, in his opinion, ever embarrassing low of visiting Baker Street himself. He ascended the stairs, his displeasure evident in the weight of his steps, and refused to practice the common courtesy of knocking before entering the flat. Sherlock had lost that privilege when he refused to pick up the bloody phone.
Mycroft tutted with annoyance when he found both the living room and kitchen empty. Sherlock's coat, with whom he refused to go anywhere without, still hung idle on the clothes rack. He was in the flat and Mycroft was going to find him if he had to tear away every brick.
With all the begrudgement of a man who'd had his morning routine seriously uprooted, Mycroft marched towards Sherlock's bedroom and swung open the door.
He almost immediately wished he hadn't.
Sherlock lay sprawled out on the bed, white sheets twisting over alabaster skin. His eyes were shut, his hair a tangled mess of curls and you lay by his side.
Mycroft's jaw fell so quickly he expected it to unhinge and clatter against the floor with all the comedic effect of a nineties cartoon.
Sherlock's head rested against your shoulder whilst the lower half of your face was largely hidden by his curls. Your lips brushed his forehead in a prolonged kiss and Sherlock's arm was thrown over you almost possessively. Your own hand curled softly around the nape of his neck.
Disbelief, embarrassment and anger chased each other across Mycroft's expression before he settled with complete mortification. He couldn't explain it, not really, but seeing his little brother in bed with someone made him feel ridiculously nauseous.
Sherlock shifted, stretching out his limbs like a content cat before nuzzling closer to you.
Having no idea what else to do, the eldest Holmes shut the door. After a quick and failed attempt to purge the last few moments from his memory, he made his way back towards the living room.
He was met by John.
The doctor quickly did away with his fresh bag of groceries in order to make small talk, much to Mycroft's disdain. When John got around to the reason for his visit, and therefore Sherlock's current whereabouts, Mycroft shifted awkwardly.
“He seems to be occupied.”
A look of confusion clouded John's expression. He glanced down the hallway, jutting his thumb in the direction of Sherlock's room.
“I'm fairly certain he's just–” John's words were dissolved by the bitter look that was thrown his way by the eldest Holmes. “–oh, he didn't tell you?”
“Tell me what?” Mycroft asked with a painfully fake smile.
John swallowed thickly, suddenly very unhappy with the fact that he was the one that had to break the news to possibly the most powerful man in Britain that his little brother was seeing someone.
“He uh– he didn't tell you about himself and Y/N?”
Mycroft blinked. “It would appear he left out that minor detail.”
The silence that followed was awkward at best and utterly painful at worst. John, who wanted nothing more for the interaction to end but had no idea how to make that happen, nodded. Mycroft cleared his throat and readjusted his hold on his umbrella.
He glanced back towards his brother's room and John didn't miss the subtle glare he was trying to hide. Ah, so that's what this was about. John may not have shared Sherlock's observational skills but he did have a sister. He knew what overprotectiveness looked like.
“Mycroft, you do realise that Sherlock is an adult.”
“If that's what you would like to call him.”
“Right,” John dismissed quickly. “But he and Y/N are together. They have feelings–”
What was very much beginning to sound like a new rendition of ‘the birds and the bees’ was shortened by a scoff on Mycroft's behalf.
"My brother is barely capable of understanding his own feelings, you think he can handle someone else's?"
“You'd be surprised.”
Surprised was certainly one word for it. Mycroft simply couldn't imagine his brother being emotionally involved with anyone, regardless of how much imagination he tried to employ. He failed to imagine Sherlock in any situation that involved intimacy or vulnerability, let alone with you.
As if the very thought of you had doubled as a summoning spell, you entered the kitchen, steps lazy and eyes tired. If you were surprised to see the eldest Holmes you hid it well.
“Mycroft,” you greeted with a tight-lipped smile.
“Y/N.”
Your eyes moved between him and John, trying to piece together what exactly you'd walked into. John cleared his throat. You fought the urge to just go back to bed.
“Can I get you anything?” You motioned to the kitchen.
“My brother, if it's no trouble.”
“Showering,” you yawned. You decided not to add the bit where Sherlock had mentioned needing to ‘cool off before facing the devil so early in the morning’ upon realising his brother was in the living room. “He won't be long.”
“I see. I hate to show up unannounced. But I tried to call this morning and it seemed he was unavailable.”
You smirked despite yourself. Mycroft's grasp on his umbrella tightened.
After a few agonising moments that consisted of you cluelessly making yourself a morning cup of tea, Mycroft glaring holes into your back and John all but hiding behind his newspaper, Sherlock joined you.
His hair was damp, curls frizzed up due to the warm water. Mycroft hadn't seen it in such a state since Sherlock was a child. The unruly nature of his hair, as well as its tendency to make him look far less intimidating and far more endearing, often led to embarrassment. Which is why Mycroft was so surprised to see him so at ease.
Sherlock didn't so much as acknowledge his brother's existence as he made a beeline towards you, accepting the tea you offered and leaving a lazy kiss against the side of your head. He was smiling fondly all the while.
Said smile immediately fell when he spotted Mycroft. Sherlock muttered something about god under his breath and took a long, almost purposefully so, sip from his mug before speaking.
“Terrorist attack or security breach?”
Mycroft raised an unamused brow.
“It's ten o'clock on a Sunday morning, from my understanding you should be having tea with the prime minister or something–” Sherlock waved his free hand around dismissively. “You wouldn't be here if it wasn't of national importance. So which is it? Suspected terrorist attack or a security breach?”
“That, brother mine, is something you would have already been clued in on if you'd learned how to answer my calls.” Mycroft intended for his words to be somewhat scolding but judging by how Sherlock reclined in his chair and crossed his legs he figured his attempt at exerting some sort of authority over his younger brother had failed. “Now, it's not as threatening as initially believed but still relevant enough to warrant some sort of investigation. Which is why I need you to–”
His words fizzled out at the sight of you moving to stand behind Sherlock's chair. Your stance was relaxed, comfortable, as if you felt you belonged where you stood, as some sort of watchful protector. Mycroft glowered.
You seemed unfazed and Mycroft couldn't tell which he hated more, your hand now on Sherlock's shoulder or the fact that his brother was smirking because of it.
By some miracle, he managed to make it through the rest of the briefing without giving away just how much he wanted the floorboards to open up and swallow him.
He didn't know why the sight of you both together irritated him so much but by god was it getting under his skin. The glances you shared that Mycroft knew had hidden meanings behind them. How his brother, who needed a week's recovery in his room after any social interaction, preened under your touch. The youthful look in his eyes, the boyish smile. It was somehow painful to look at.
Mycroft could still recall when he was the only one that could placate his brother. When they were children, spending hours in their garden estate, finding insects and frogs and recalling their Latin names. Anything to keep their brilliant young minds entertained. He remembered how Sherlock would light up with each new nugget of information Mycroft gave him. Even into their teenage years, he was the one Sherlock trusted, the one he looked to for help and guidance. It had always been him.
But now, now there was you.
He had you to confide in. To talk to. To irritate with a tirade of useless facts that anyone else would think irrelevant. He had you to look out for him and comfort him and Mycroft couldn't understand why this was angering him so–
Oh.
The notion that his little brother had, in fact, grown up and didn't need him anymore came as a very unwelcome realisation. Mycroft had the sudden desire to leave the flat as promptly as he could.
“Well,” he cleared his throat. “I should be getting on. I trust you'll fill me in on your findings?”
Sherlock groaned, in agreement or dismissal it was hard to tell.
Mycroft, who now wanted nothing more than to leave, turned to make his way to the door. “Good day, doctor Watson.”
John nodded, not failing to notice the change in Mycroft's stance.
‘He's copped on then.’
Partially because of your closeness to the door and partially in an attempt to rectify whatever you'd done to wrong Mycroft, you moved to show him out.
He passed you silently but as you stepped back to close the door, he stopped you.
He seemed uneasy, an emotion that looked unnatural and foreign on him. His nerves were infectious and you quickly found yourself growing anxious, expecting him to gift you with some horrific piece of information to pass on to Sherlock to save him from dealing with the mess of telling his brother himself.
His actual request was something much softer.
“Take care of him, will you?”
It took a few moments for you to blink away your surprise. As confused as you were, you nodded all the same.
“Of course.”
Mycroft responded with a nod of his own, offered a surprisingly genuine smile and then turned to leave. He'd descended the stairs entirely by the time you finally closed the flat door.
“What was that about?” Sherlock asked nonchalantly.
You shook your head. “Absolutely no idea.”
John took a sudden interest in his newspaper in an attempt to ignore just how hard he was biting his tongue.
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Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
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✑ A Week Early￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: You and Sherlock are having your first children; who've thought the famously emotionless detective would be such an anxious father.
✑ A Little Love and Lots of Laughs by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "It's been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. [Now], you have [two children] who... happen to love picnics, swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John."
✑ Absence of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You're] away on a mission…, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in [your] life and how badly he wants [you] home."
✑ Always Attract by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "The strobe lights won't stop blinding him and Sherlock can't seem to shake the feeling that he's missing out, until he realizes he isn't."
✑ Bedside Manner by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock figures out who the father is and [a cat's got your] tongue."
✑ Brother, Annoying Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: Sherlock's, once again, struggling to express feelings, refusing to admit he fancies you. Luckily, Mycroft knows just how to get him to confess.
✑ Champagne Problems by leftperfectionmoon • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: reader turns down her boyfriend when he proposes to her as she has been in love with sherlock all this time.
✑ Closed for Today by coppercatswrites • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Sherlock closes shop to take care of you while you're sick.
✑ Come Home by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Following Mary's death, Sherlock sent you away to prevent you from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. However, now that you're back and has all the details, you're not sure your relationship can survive it.
✑ Don't You Dare Say "I'm Sorry" by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He'd faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down."
✑ Exact Opposite by lykaonimagines • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls [you in] to handle the situation."
✑ Expectant by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "[You're] acting strange, and Sherlock notices. [After] confessing the truth and... He struggles to find the words."
✑ Feeling is Mutual, the by classickook • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "You've been harbouring a crush on Sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as [possible]. Foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he'll even return your sentiment?"
✑ Game is On, the by classickook • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You have a little surprise for Sherlock that turns out differently than you had originally planned."
✑ Headache by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •
Summary: "...While it was rare for you to get a proper headache, it wasn't unfamiliar for you or the boys when one resurfaced. They usually let you be, knowing that rest, medication and sleep would usually take care of the problem. [However,] what happens when you accidentally take one of Sherlock's pills?"
✑ Holmes, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: When Sherlock's parents invite you to dinner, mistaking you for his girlfriend, it pushes their son to finally tell you how he feels.
✑ If You're Shy (Let Me Know) by classickook • 18+ • 〔E᜶M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "When Irene won't stop teasing you about your lack of experience, Sherlock comes to your defence and maybe even proves the woman wrong."
✑ Ignorance and Lunch Dates by thepokyone • 〔M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock was clever. Everybody knew that - especially you, considering you had been friends with him since high school. Being friends with Sherlock had its pros, but it also had its cons."
✑ Jealous? by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: {…}
✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."
✑ Kidnapped by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Kissing Advice by imagine-by-susu • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: When Irene taunts Sherlock with his sexual inexperience, the detective seeks out your advise on the matter. However, the situation does go quite how Sherlock hoped…
✑ Let's Have Dinner￨Prt. II by classickook • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "as Sherlock's neighbor and friend, you've spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another."
✑ Make Up by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Although you never enjoy fighting with Sherlock, you love making up afterwards.
✑ Men by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You work at the MI-6 Headquarters for Lady Smallwood. You love your job, but one day someone shows up and things get a little bit weird."
✑ Nicknames by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "4 times you used nicknames for Sherlock."
✑ On Edge￨Prt. II by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke... [leading] Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing [you] what it's like to be on edge."
✑ Other Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues."
✑ Rest of Our Lives￨Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock returns home late after a week long case, and contemplates the current state of their relationship."
✑ Safe Space by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "During an argument over one of Sherlock's experiments, [you realize] some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on."
✑ Sentiment by goldencherriess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker."
✑ Tipsy by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: When John and Sherlock return to the flat, absolutely smashed, it's up to you and Mrs. Hudson to ensure they're looked after.
✑ Waltz by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ White Lillies by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 •
Summary: You mistakenly confess you feelings to Sherlock, as it happens his reaction is rather sweet.
✑ Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You] enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman's perfume. [You realize] it's Irene Adler who is [trying] to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him."
✑ Woman Who Was No Lady, the by whereiputtheotherstuff • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: A tense conversation with Irene Adler makes Sherlock realize something extraordinary about you.
✑ Why Do I Want to Do This Again
✑ You Don't Know Him Like I Do by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You're sick and tired of constantly hearing insults thrown at Sherlock about how he handles his emotions."
✑ Your Stupid Face by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock is too proud to admit to anybody he likes you, but John knows."
✑ Affirmation by eurusholmmes • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ All Day by classickook • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Announcement, the by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔M〕 •
✑ Another One!? by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Bad Day by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Bagels by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Birds and Bathtubs by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Blissful Morning by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Boring Days, the by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Cuddling? Cuddling. by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dating and Doctors by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Emotions and Experiments by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •
✑ Enjoy the Show Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Fatherly Advice by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ F*ck It by coppercatswrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Jaw Kisses by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Keep Breathing by eurusholmmes • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Lust by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔E〕 •
✑ Lying Detective, the by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts •
✑ Made for Each Other by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Measurements by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Morning Light by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Never Stood a Chance by luxwritesfanfic • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ New Family by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No Flirting by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Not on the Couch by imagine-by-susu • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Our First Kiss by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Our Little Game by justauthoring • 〔F〕 •
✑ Psychology of Cute by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Resurrection by moonlightsong • 〔A᜶F〕 •
✑ Rewritten Memory by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •
✑ Safe in Your Arms by classickook • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Stressed by generallynerdy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Tease by classickook • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Tell It Like It Is by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Texting by imaginesbyella • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ These Words Of Mine by eurusholmmes • 〔A〕 •
✑ Thinking Out Loud by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Wedding Day by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Why Did You Kiss Me? by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •
✑ Babysitting Rosie w/ Sherlock... by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •
✑ Being Sherlock's Pregnant Wife... by tessimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Cuddling w/ Sherlock... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dating Sherlock Holmes... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Getting into Trouble w/ Sherlock... by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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Sherlock x reader - my type
Hello, how are you mate, could you do a fic where reader is a pretty young lady with lots of male admirers and Sherlock thinks she’s out of his league. But he didn’t knew she was actually into him. Thanks! - Anon💜
Walking into flat with you looked around for your older brother but you couldn’t find him anywhere, but you did find his flatmate.
“Hey Sherlock, have you seen my brother?”
Sherlock looked up from the laptop.
“John isn’t here?”
You smiled a little, shaking your head at him and you walked over to him, leaning over the back of Sherlocks chair, you looked at what he was doing.
Sherlock glanced at your arm next to him but he said nothing about it.
“Why are you looking for John?” He asked.
“He was supposed to come to the shopping centre with me.”
Sherlock nodded his head and carried on scrolling through whatever webpage he was looking through.
It was silent for a moment.
“Come with me.” You said.
“Why?”
You smiled a little and walked back around the chair, placing your hands on your hips as you looked at him.
“Because I want you to come, it’ll be fun!”
“I’m busy.”
“No you’re not don’t lie to me Sherlock Holmes. Come on! Do you really want to leave a lady walking around the city alone?”
Sherlock went back to looking at the laptop and you huffed a little.
“Please Sherlock? I don’t wanna go alone.”
Sherlock sighed, closing the laptop.
He stood up and grabbed his coat and you beamed brightly at him as your an down the stairs.
“Thank you Sherlock!”
He complained the whole way to the shopping centre, but he went wherever you went even if he didn’t want to.
You were in a store looking for new tops and jackets, and Sherlock stood looking around.
He noticed how a lot of men would stop and look at you and he furrowed his brows slightly.
Sherlock looked at you.
You didn’t even seem to pay the other men any attention, you simply went about your business shopping for what you wanted.
“Hey beautiful, wanna grab a drink later?”
You looked up at the unknown man and blinked.
“Not interested.”
You walked away, grabbing Sherlocks arm so he would follow you.
“This is why you didn’t want to come alone.” He said.
“Yeah, John usually scares them away.”
Sherlock nodded his head and looked at the red shirt you were looking at.
“That’s not your colour. Here.”
He reached out and handed you a light blue version of the top and you smiled slightly.
“Thanks.”
You happily went to pay for everything, and started wondering again.
Sherlock noticed more and more men trying to hit on you, some offering to get you lunch, pay for your things, take you out.
You declined them all, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt him slightly.
Sherlock wasn’t one for human emotions.
But you were beautiful, even he had to admit that. You seemed to have a sort of glow about you thay no matter where you were he could easily pick you out in a crowd.
You were absolutely stunning, he was sure if you wanted too you could’ve been a model.
And even though you declined the advances of other men it hurt him they had the courage to hit on you when he didn’t.
He didn’t know how.
But not just that, he was certain that there was no way you would date someone like him. He was sure of that.
He sighed softly, and glanced at you, seeing you stopping by a small bakery.
“Are you hungry?” He asked.
“A little. I just want to look.”
Sherlock nodded and gestured for you to go in, and he followed you, watching as you showed interest in different things.
“I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Okay!” You beamed.
Sherlock went back around and gathered a few of each thing you seemed to like or he knew you liked and brought them.
Walking outside, Sherlock held the bag out to you.
“Sherlock?”
“Well take it then, it’s for you.”
You took the bag and looked inside.
“Aw Sherlock you didn’t have to!”
“You wanted them and couldn’t make up your mind, so I got them all. Are we done shopping?”
You looked up at him and you smiled softly, nodding your head.
“Yeah, we can go home now.”
You got a cab back to the flat with him and happily skipped up the stairs, and you sat on the arm of his chair.
Sherlock walked over and sat next to you, and you held out the bag of baked goods.
He looked up.
“They’re yours.”
“And I want to share with you.”
“Thank you.”
Sherlock took one and you smiled, leaning against him and he couldn’t help the fact his heart skipped a beat a little.
“So, why did you turn down all of those men?”
You hummed a little.
“They’re not my type.”
“You have a type?”
You nodded.
“Oh yeah. Tall, brown messy hair, blue eyes, really smart but kinda oblivious to normal emotions, lives with my older brother and he buys me food from the bakery.”
You jumped up and beamed brightly at him, giving him a wink you grabbed your stuff and ran away while he sat there processing what you said
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A detective and a part time dad (SH x wife! Reader ft baby)
Summary: only a detective whose part time job is to look after his son.
Warning: it's Sherlock. He's detective. Sweet, fluff, baby, love, warm, William can be 5 or 6 months years old. (The Sixth Thatcher references ahead)
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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"you just need to make his milk and heat his milk if it's cold. And make sure his diapers are always clean" You told Sherlock as you put your wallet in your handbag.
"what if he cries? How to stop him crying?" Sherlock adjusted baby William's support in his arms. Sometimes he took out William's hand that was put in his mouth.
William babbling in protest after his wet hand was removed from his mouth. Sherlock then wiped William's hands and mouth with a napkin.
"Just sway him when you pick him up until he fell asleep or give him that soft cookie or when all that is useless maybe you should give him attention" You cooed at William with a sweet smile while stroking William's cheek with your finger.
"Didn't he always get attention?" Sherlock replied while stroking William's small foots.
"perhaps he needs your attention more." You said then walked to the door of the flat and put on your black jacket. "I won't be gone for long, I just want to settle some files in St's Bart. So you, young man. Be good to daddy, okay?" you muttered to William as you played with his little hand.
William let out a small babbling and then showed a wide toothless smile. Sherlock then sighed a little. Right, this is the first time he took care of baby William. So far only you know how to handle William with what he wants but now it's Sherlock's job.
You noticed Sherlock's concerned face and looked softly at him then you put your hand on Sherlock's cheek. "don't worry, I'm sure Will can cooperate with you. You boys go have fun while I do work, ok?" You stroke Sherlock's cheek and kiss Sherlock's lips passionately.
Sherlock returned the kiss and nodded slightly. You smiled gently and walked out of the flat. The flat door is slammed, signifying that you had left and there was only Sherlock and William left. Mrs Hudson went out to London to visit a friend far away so there are only two people living in the flat for now.
Sherlock then looked at his son who was also looking at Sherlock's face with his mouth and his shirt wet with saliva. Sherlock looked narrowly at his clone.
"Wonder what's going on in your head" Sherlock wiped William's lips.
William wailed happily and patted Sherlock's chest as his feet kicked in the air in Sherlock's arms.
"Ok Will, now.. what should we do?" Sherlock looked around for a moment trying to think of what activity they should be doing. William let out a small cooes trying to get Sherlock's attention. Sherlock then looked at his son's chubby face with calculating on his face.
"fancy a game of Cluedo?"
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"Already told John the victim could be a suspect but he didn't believe it and said that's not how this game works." Sherlock mumbled to himself as he flipped through the cards in his hand.
William who was sitting on the strap on John's chair (like Rosie's chair in The Six Thatcher) let out a loud wail as if agreeing with his father and waved his hands in the air.
"see, you agree with me"
William babbling while bubbling his lips with saliva creating a bubble. Sherlock wiped William's lips with a napkin.
"well, the rules are wrong"
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"no you can't put my magnifying glass in your mouth" Sherlock snatched his magnifying glass from William's grasp and put it on the dining table so William couldn't reach it.
William then screamed in protest trying to slap his father's hand with his chubby hand. His feet kicked in the air several times quickly.
"you cannot put that in your mouth, understand?" Sherlock kneeled in front of his son in front of the baby seat.
William then stopped screaming in protest and looked at his father's face with a red face. And immediately his face scrunched up in sadness and started crying loudly.
Sherlock panicked and didn't know what to do and then he got up and lifted William from his seat. His hands held William's small body tightly and swayed left and right trying to calm William down. But it doesn't work. William kept raging and sobbing as he pressed his face to Sherlock's chest. This is tiring. Sherlock was stumped. He doesn't know how to calm his own son let alone persuade him to stop crying.
Soft cookies were given but William still wanted to put something hard in his mouth. What did you say before? William started teething? Is that what you call? Perhaps his gums are already itchy and uncomfortable, that's why he always puts hard things in his mouth to relieve his itchy gums.
Sherlock sighed tiredly. William was still struggling in his arms but his face pushed into Sherlock's chest making Sherlock's shirt wet with his tears and saliva.
Sherlock then gave up and put William back in his seat and walked towards the corner of the living room where there was a toy box and reached one of William's toys. Sherlock then kneeled in front of William and held out a toy magnifying glass towards William with a soft face.
"You can put this in your mouth. At least it's a little soft and won't hurt your gums" Sherlock said softly and put the magnifying glass toy in William's hand.
William, whose face was red and had streaks of tears on his face, looked at the toy in his hand for a long time. Sherlock smiled genuinely at William. Not a few seconds later, William threw his toy magnifying glass at Sherlock's face precisely making Sherlock startled and dumbfounded.
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After a few hours later, Sherlock and William slept together on the couch. William who was lying face down on Sherlock's chest snored slowly while Sherlock had his arms around William's small body protecting him from falling. The father and son were sleeping so soundly that they didn't even hear the flat door being opened by you who had just returned from work.
You expect this flat to be noisy with William crying or Sherlock mumbling to himself but no. This flat is quite quiet. Weird. You took off your jacket and hung it on the hook next to the door then slowly you went up the stairs to flat 221B. As soon as you arrived in front of the door of the flat, you slowly opened the door and were stunned to see your husband and son sleeping soundly on the couch. You refrained from making a sound. This scene is too sweet and it will give you a cavity but what the heck, it's too cute.
You slowly took out your phone and opened the camera and pointed your phone at your two boys and snapped the picture to make memories. This is so cute. You chuckled softly and walked without footsteps to your bedroom to change your clothes and bring a blanket to join the two of them.
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| sherlock holmes x u |
word count: 966
u have a date tonight! ur actually on the date for the first half of the story and sherlock’s brooding about it so badly that he can’t sleep :( BUT u come back sad 😧 so he comforts u ☺️. {angst/comfort/cute ending} {this is for the girls w no dad.}
(LOOK AT HIS PUPPY DOG EYES I WANNA CRYYYYYY) (i hate writing stories in my notes app but I watched American beauty last night and that “you could never be ordinary,” scene literally ate me so i just haddd to write something based off it. so enjoy this blurb i wrote first thing in the morning at a sleepover)
The mundane tick of the clock nearly lulled Sherlock to sleep. He persevered through the heavy bricks on his eyelids, pacing the room thinking of you. The time now was 12:34am. You’d left for a date at around 8, you never went on dates. Sherlock preferred it that way, maybe then he’d get some sleep. He thought of you, the image of you in your little black dress and red heels… the way you styled your hair and left a few dangling curls to frame your already perfect face. The stubborn detective would never say it but it enraged him to see you dressed up like this for another man.
…
“How do I look?” You asked sheepishly. He watched your eyes meet his, inhaling the presence of your soul snaking its way into the void where his was supposed to be. Somehow during the time that the two of you had roomed together at 221B Baker St, Sherlock had fallen in love with you and he hated the fact that he didn’t hate it.
“You’re leaving?” His tone was low, monotonous.
“Yeah silly, I happen to have a date tonight.” You gave him a spin. His eyes locked onto the slit in your already short dress and how it hiked up even higher when you moved. A scowl snuck onto his face as he thought about you dancing with lesser men at sub par bars, the way they’d probably slide a hand down your back, itching for an invitation to taint you with their touch.
…
‘A date,’ He muttered to himself. A cigarette sat between his lips. Sherlock leaned onto the fireplace and pulled his head back as he exhaled. Finally, your footsteps echoed up the stairs. He put out his cigarette and scrambled to find a place in his chair. Quickly picking up his violin, fumbling with the tuning to look busy. You’d left the house wearing heels yet your footsteps showed no indication of heels on your feet. You’d probably taken them off after too much dancing & the thought brought a red jealous haze back into his mind but he decided to let it go. Your dark silhouette emerged from the shadows. Something was wrong. He quickly scanned you with his eyes. Messy hair, your left dress strap sliding down your shoulder, your hand on your right shoulder seemingly massaging a bothering ache, perhaps from carrying your purse. Turning around, a yelp emerged from your throat.
“Sorry,” You choked out, trying to mask your sobs, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You glanced down at the violin in his hands, yet his attention was solely on you. Sherlock’s eyebrow was cocked as he continued to silently read your tells. Shaky voice, running mascara, you’d been crying. Your arms were hugging your body, you’d been hurt. He stood up cautiously.
“He hurt you…” Sherlock concluded aloud, inching closer. His hands were somewhat extended towards you as if he wanted to touch you but couldn’t.
“No, Sherlock he didn’t, I’m alright.” You closed the space between the two of you. The sudden feeling of your small hands on his chest electrified him yet also diminished a fraction of his anger. Physically sure, you seemed to be okay. Sherlock realized that you were hugging your body to console deep emotional pain. Physical or emotional didn’t matter to him though, all that mattered was that you were in pain.
“You’re crying. He made you cry, I’ll murder him.” His rough calloused hands cupped either side of your face, his words venomous with intent. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation but Sherlock had never allowed himself to touch you like this. The most touch you shared was when he’d let you rest your head on his shoulder during long train rides, even then he felt like he was playing with fire.
“He was good to me, I promise,” a small silence, “I did this to myself, with my own insecurities.”
“Am I… ordinary, Sherlock?”
The streetlights trickled through the curtains, illuminating the silhouette of you both holding back from indulging in your deepest desires. The image of you, gazing up at the cold detective with wide teary eyes, clinging to his word like he’s god reciting the bible directly to you. Him, his hands on either sides of your face, soothing you with his words, “You could never be ordinary, not even if you tried.”
Although your crying had ceased, his words broke the dam behind your y/e/c eyes. Your head fell into his chest and the sudden intimacy caused Sherlock tense up. He could feel you needing him, begging him to hold you just this once, to tell you that everything will be okay…and that he loves you so. He opened his mouth to protest the hug, only to be cut off by a small, “Please, just this once,” whispered into his chest.
Frozen in time, the gears in his brain began to short circuit. He was a sociopath, how could he feel like this? The two of you were never even meant to get this close. He could feel his defenses crumble. Every alarm inside his mind palace blaring. Emergency! Emergency! The void where his soul should lie was no longer empty. You’d fought your way past his defenses, seemingly effortlessly. He lived and breathed you. He burned for you, and only you. Your soul igniting him, Sherlock finally allowed himself to wrap his arms around your small figure tightly. His chin resting atop your head. He wouldn’t admit any of this aloud. As a matter of fact, he wouldn’t say anything at all. This was enough for now, he’d just be here, with you, for you, in the moment.
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Secret - S.Holmes; Prologue
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Genre: purely angst, upcoming age and some smut
Warning: none
Word: approx 700
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You should never have had slept with Sherlock Holmes.
From the moment you mistakenly kissed after a long night of drinking, it was a downhill spiral of secret meetings in the private study room – not studying – and late hours in the lab room – not practising. All of your friends warned you that it would only end in a heap of tears over a destroyed friendship.
But you couldn't help yourself. Sherlock left you wanting more: a junkie infatuated with the pleasure.
Because the way that his thighs bumped against you and his strict tremulous voice empowered you to give him every part of yourself., twice. So far, you both have been quite thirsty.
Everything had been wonderful in your life. You were ready to graduate from high school, you had your entire summer planned out, and when autumn arrived, you were going to pack your paints and go to Liverpool to pursue a career as an artist. And suddenly it was all collapsing around you, one fantasy after another turning to dust and vanish in the blink of an eye.
"Do you have any trophies?" You stuttered in astonishment, your legs giving way from beneath you and allowing your body to fall to the bench.
It was a chilly Tuesday evening, and you were sitting in the park midway between your house and Sherlock, exactly as he had requested. He seemed anxious on the phone, but Sherlock was always like that, like the time he called you at 3 a.m. and forced you to come over just to be sure he didn't have a third nipple. Even so, you hastened to get ready and see him since he was your best friend and you needed him by your side.
And he was about to leave you.
You understood how important this was to him. Even you and everyone else who knows him would agree that the lab is his second home. You knew how hard he had worked for an opportunity like this, and you wanted to be happy for him, but hearing him tell you about the best news of his life made you sick. If Sherlock was accepted into Boston University, he'd leave you behind to cope with your mess of a life.
Sherlock sat down beside you, knees brushing up against yours as he moved as close to you as possible. “Yeah, isn’t it amazing? I was just scolded Mycroft that I hate government jobs when someone from the uni called I should come to Boston and you know, start to prepare myself there. It’s what I’ve always wanted!” He was beaming with so much excitement and happiness.
You didn't want to be the one who got in the way of his dreams, as much as you didn't want to go through it alone. You tried to grin as you drank past the lump in your throat. "That's fantastic news, literally. Sherl!" You cried, attempting to fake enthusiasm. You were still sick to your stomach on the inside.
"I still can't believe it," he said, shaking his head in bewilderment before wrapping his arms over your shoulders and pulling you against his chest. His scent enveloped you in an instant as you buried your face in his coat, holding back the tears that begged to fall. "Thank you for never letting me give up," he muttered quietly, gently cradling the back of your head and running his fingers through your hair.
You were on the point of tears, feeling the salty sting as they gathered in the corner of your eyes, but you swallowed hard to keep them in. "This calls for some celebrations," you burst into tears leaning out of Sherlock and bringing your scarf closer to your face. "How about you go get us some tea from the corner café?"
Sherlock smiled brightly at you and rose to his feet, oblivious to your pain. "I like the way you ponder," he said while directing attention to his nose and then at you. "One green tea for my best friend, coming right up!" He responded, backing away and kissing you.
You finally allowed the tears fall down your cheeks as you watched his figure walk out of the park, sobbing breaking out of your chest. The last shred of hope you had clutched to, the possibility of having him at your side through it all, had slipped from your grasp and broken on the ground. You couldn't be the one to derail his hopes as well.
"I guess it's just me and you," you said to yourself, cradling your stomach with your hands. Inside was a swarm of cells that were rapidly multiplying into something that was totally your responsibility.
The secret you could never tell Sherlock.
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Destiny
Mycroft Holmes x Reader
Summary: What happens when you fall in love with the IceMan himself? It can never end well, right?
Destiny.
A simple word yet it held so much power.
What does it mean to be destined for something or even, someone?
When you first heard about this word, your grandmother told you how she and your grandfather met.
A true love story.
A story so beautiful it was always in the back of your head as you grew older and older.
You hoped you would have a similar experience in your love life. Finding, the person and falling in love, it all sounded amazing.
You knew you wouldn't be able to force such a thing, you were aware of that. And yet, you were impatient.
So impatient that in fact, you fall into many traps.
In many ways, you thrived in your life.
Expect your love life.
Your desire for a love like no other made you fall in love with men who were undeserving.
Until you met Mycroft Holmes.
To say that he was the entire British Government would be an understatement.
You applied for a simple job, to be his assistant.
You spent so much time with him, that you thought you were going insane.
You blamed Stockholm syndrome for your feelings.
The moment you realized your feelings were real was during a very difficult week.
Almost every criminal in London had an agenda to mess with him. This caused you to do so much overtime, that you didn't even leave the office.
It was during the fourth day when Mycroft showed up with a bouquet.
"I thought you would be home," he said, clearly he wasn't prepared to have you right there, at your desk. "Usually you arrive at 6:46 because you stop by at the nearby bakery for breakfast and coffee."
So, he did pay attention to you. After he spent all that time to make sure you are aware that he simply doesn't care for people like you.
"I stayed to finish the file on this. I-"
"Did you eat?"
"No, Sir." he made a face at that and took his phone out of his pocket.
"Delivery will be here in 10 minutes. Eat, drink your coffee and then come speak with me. I'll be in my office."
He ordered exactly just what you wanted with the most perfect coffee you ever had.
He paid attention to you.
And you realized your feelings for him were real.
You knew hiding it from him would be impossible. Mycroft was incredibly smart. He would notice.
But little did you know, he felt the same.
He thought you would notice his feelings and confront him about it.
He wasn't ready for a rejection.
Yet, your rejection never came.
Not when he asked you out to dinner. Not when he brought you another bouquet.
Not when he kissed you.
Instead, he let you guide him.
Love wasn't new to him. He loved his siblings, and his parents but this kind of love is very different.
He didn't have experience with this kind of love, and it scared him a little.
But he also didn't reject it.
He embraced it.
And soon, a beautiful diamond ring found its rightful place on your finger.
It might have not been the way you wanted your one and true love.
But it was your destiny.
And you were okay with it.
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Under the Lamppost
Summary: You and Sherlock have been secretly harbouring feelings for each other, but it takes a moment of vulnerability for you both to finally reveal the truth
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader
Warning(s): smidge of angst, love confessions, fluffy fluff
You had always been someone who was observant, even as a child. You would notice things that others wouldn't, pick up on details that would slip by most people's attention. It was a skill that had served you well in your adult life, especially in your current job as a consulting detective.
But unlike Sherlock, you didn't make a show of your abilities. You kept them hidden, only using them when necessary. You didn't want to draw attention to yourself, especially not from the likes of Sherlock Holmes.
You had been working with him for a few months now, and it was clear that he was intrigued by you. He would occasionally make comments about your abilities, but you always brushed them off, feigning ignorance.
One day, Sherlock was in a particularly foul mood. You could tell he was upset about something, but you didn't know what. You had been working on a case together, but Sherlock had abruptly left the crime scene, leaving you to finish up on your own.
You found him back at 221B, sulking in his chair. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should say anything. But something inside you compelled you to speak up.
"Something's bothering you," you said, your voice soft.
Sherlock looked up at you, surprised. "What makes you say that?"
"You're not your usual self," you said, taking a step closer to him. "You're distracted, agitated. And you're avoiding the case we were working on. It's unlike you."
Sherlock's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out at you. But instead, he seemed to deflate.
"It's nothing," he muttered, looking away.
"It's not nothing," you said firmly. "You're conflicted about something. Something to do with me, I think."
Sherlock's head snapped back to look at you, his eyes wide. "What are you talking about?"
"You've been...different, around me," you said, hesitating slightly. "More...attentive. And not in the way you usually are. It's like you're...conflicted about something."
Sherlock stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. You felt exposed, vulnerable, like you had revealed too much. You turned to leave, but before you could make it to the door, Sherlock's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.
"Wait," he said, his voice low. "You're right. I am...conflicted. About you. About us."
You turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. "What do you mean?"
Sherlock took a step closer to you, his gaze intense. "I mean...I think I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings."
Your breath caught in your throat. You had suspected as much, but to hear him say it out loud...it was almost too much to handle.
"I feel the same way," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sherlock's eyes widened in surprise. "You do?"
You nodded, feeling emboldened by his confession. "I've been hiding my abilities from you, but I've been observing you just as much as you've been observing me. And...I've noticed how you've been looking at me. How you've been treating me differently."
Sherlock's expression softened, and for a moment, it felt like everything was going to be alright. But then, something shifted in his eyes, and you knew something was wrong.
"I can't do this," he said, his voice rough. "I can't have feelings for you. It's too complicated. It's not...it's not safe."
You felt your heart sink at Sherlock's words. You had been so sure that he felt the same way as you did. You took a step back, feeling embarrassed and exposed.
"What do you mean it's not safe?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sherlock sighed heavily and looked down at his feet. "I can't get involved with someone I work with. It's not...it's not professional. And there's always the risk of danger. I can't put you in danger."
You felt a lump form in your throat. You knew that Sherlock had a point, but it still hurt to hear him say it. You had allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, you could have something with him.
"I understand," you said, your voice shaking slightly. "I'll...I'll go. I don't want to make things awkward."
You turned and exited 221B. The lump in your throat growing with every step you took away from him. Opening the door, you turned behind you to look at the entryway one last time.
Swiping the tear off your cheek, you exited into the rain. You made it as far as the lamppost before Sherlock grabbed your hand. He spun you around and pulled you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a fierce, desperate kiss.
The rain was coming down harder now, soaking through your clothes and plastering your hair to your face. But you didn't care. All you could feel was Sherlock's lips on yours, his arms around you, his body pressed up against yours.
When he finally pulled away, you were both gasping for breath. He looked at you, his eyes intense.
"I can't promise that it will be easy," he said. "But I can promise that I want to try. If you're willing."
You felt a smile spread across your face, despite the rain and the uncertainty. "I'm willing. I'm more than willing. "
Sherlock leaned down and kissed you again, this time more gently. You melted into his embrace, feeling the rain washing away all the doubts and fears that had been holding you back. You knew that it wouldn't be easy, but you also knew that you were willing to fight for this, for Sherlock, for yourself. And in that moment, that was all that mattered.
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I have a Sherlock request if you’re happy to do it!
I’d love it if you could write something friends-to-lovers / idiots-in-love like where Y/N is on a case with Sherlock + John and she starts saying how romantic the place is so Sherlock takes her back there later and confesses his love to her 🥹
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Sherlock x fem reader
Fluff only no warnings
Word count: 3.1K
Exactly as asked Sherlock has a crush and wants to confess. Hope you enjoy :)
“Are you sure I should be coming with you?” you say being pushed into the back of the cab by your unusual flat mate.
“Oh yes you’re perfectly qualified.” he smiled as he hurried along the cab driver.
“Sherlock, I own a bookshop.” you reply with a tone of irritance in your voice.
“Well nobody’s perfect but that's not what i mean.” he says keeping his eyes to the window
“I know, you mean John is busy with Mary and you need somebody to show off too.” you roll your eyes.
“Well, no. I don’t show off, we’ve discussed this.” he adds
“When?! When did we discuss this, I called you out on it last week.”
“Exactly and i told you i wasn’t showing off i was in fact you stating the obvious.” he says finally turning to you.
“No you didn't, you just stared at me.” you huff
“Did I?” he fixed his eyes elsewhere
“Uh huh.” you say crossing your arms like an unhappy toddler. “Where are we going?”
“Apollo victoria theatre. Lead to one of their most popular shows was murdered” he says texting away on his phone.
“No way” you brow raises in excitement
“What?” He looked confused. “It was murder, usually only I am excited over these things.” a small smile began forming at the corner of his mouth.
“No it’s just the history in that building and the shows, god what i’d give to see one.” your eyes lit up.
“Oh, right. One has to understand when they’re different I see.” his smile dispersed. His heart fluttered as he watched you watch the streets as you grew closer to the destination. He couldn’t understand it, he did actually bring you along to the case as you were useful, but he needed time. He needed time to study you more, he was going to eventually tell you his findings, just how he would explain it after watching you cry to countless romance movies and going on about relationships where for small minded people. But for you, he would be small minded.
You followed him out the cab in awe, the way his mood changed when he got to the crime scene was almost instantaneous like the flick of a switch, you enjoyed watching Anderson’s face drop as Sherlock entered the building. You followed him through the halls past the police giving you, a civilian, strange looks. You shouldn't be here but you were with him and that sugar coated the whole thing, but it’s not like he could ever know that, he was your friend and a good one that is. You couldn’t risk losing that he needed a friend and you needed him. For one he makes sure the crime story you’re writing is factually correct, whether you like it or not, but you did appreciate the time he spent with you. You’d take anything at this point, you were starting to become desperate and it stupid. But here you are following him through the place you’d always wanted to visit to look at a dead body, how romantic.
“I got here as soon as you called.” John appeared from the hallway as you walk down the aisles and rows of chairs towards the stage where a woman laid in the centre of the stage face down and a pool of blood leaking from her head.
“Have you examined her yet?” Sherlock commanded pulling rubber gloves down his wrists
“I thought John was busy?” you question
“Why would I be busy? This is my job?” john asked confused as you both look at sherlock who looked up from the body
“You didn’t answer my call. And i needed her.” he nodded to you who began to lose it
“Why would you possibly need me? I had to close the book shop I'm already behind on rent.” you pace as you lecture. You were stopped by his tall frame gripping your shoulders.
“Shh.” he says the taste of latex edging your lips as his finger covers them. “I need you to rule out the possibility of suicide. When was the building built?”
“1930.” you mumble “Did you just touch a body and then put your hands on my mouth?” you say pulling away
“Uh, maybe.” he holds his arms behind his back looking up to the ceiling “when was it last refurbished?”
“1981, why?”
“Look at that, your history degree is finally coming into use.” he says running backstage.
“Wow, I'm so happy about that.” you sigh sarcastically. You shuffle about the stage for a moment taking in the room, it was amazing the rows of velvet red seats climbing their way to the seats. The golden patterns on the railing, the way the dust trickled to the floor.
Dust? No that's not right, you look up to see Sherlock boxing on the railing above the stage that technicians would use to lower props.
“Sherlock, get down from there!” John yelled as sherlock stepped out closer to the edge.
“This plank, its broken.” he shouted back down
“Its an old building” john replied
“I’m coming back down. I know what happened.” the sounds of footsteps eagerly coming towards you echoed through the halls as he worked his way down.
“That was fast.” you say impressed
“Usually it doesn't take him this long, he seems a bit distracted.” John smiled
“Yeah, he hasn’t seen you in a while.” you add to his statement
“That's not what i meant.” he said still smiling
“Then what did you mean?”
“Suicide” sherlock interupted you
“But all the evidence leads to the backup lead.” john replies
“Just because the lead and the backup argue does not mean the backup would kill the lead. No, the lead was stressed, you can tell by the amount of loose hairs around her head. Probably because she was behind on her rent obviously doesn’t pay well in the west end, dark circles around her eyes and pale skin add to that conclusion, malnourishment, come on john you're a doctor after all. No my friend she couldn't handle her life anymore the pressure from the backup obviously wasn’t helping either but they are completely innocent.'' He turned to you and winked as he walked away correcting the collar of his coat.
You stood in awe. He really was impressive, but as you reminded yourself time after time he wasn’t interested. No matter how many times he would appear in the corner of the bookshop because he was, as he claimed, bored, no matter how many times you could have sworn you felt him watching you as he played his violin. He never really would be yours, all you could do was hold on to what you had.
Sherlock hoped that his quick conclusion would entice you to join him on more adventures. He smiled to himself as he approached the theatre owner, remembering the look of awe on your pretty little face, the way your hair followed the neat shape of your jawline, oh sherlock, he was becoming flustered. He hated how no matter how many times he tried to tell you nothing would come out. He would wait until the shop was empty and appear looking through the rows of books just so he could watch the way you made the young children smile with your stories or help a stressed student find their textbook. His favourite would be when a husband comes in looking for the best “i forgot our anniversary book” the way you would approach the confused men in the romance section and hand them the most popular romcom at the time, always worked. He just loved being around you, he just loved you, and he was never one for keeping things to himself. And he wasn’t going to let this be the only thing he would keep to himself. The one thing you might want him to say.
“Mr holmes?” the owner stood with his hand out towards him
“Huh? Yes?” Sherlock snapped back into existence, how long was he gone for?
“I said thankyou for solving the case, so glad it’s not going to be too much paperwork, i asked if you would like some tickets, as a thankyou i mean?” he still held out his hand waiting for Sherlock to shake it.
“No thanks not really my-'' wait that's it, your face lit up when you saw the theatre he could take you. It could be a date? Sherlock on a date, god if Mycroft where to find out he’d think sherlock had gone insane. “Yes uh, any shows tonight?”unlikely he thought, suicide and all.
“Yes, once we get the stage cleaned up, we have wicked if that's your thing?”
“None of it is but I know someone who would love it.” he smiled shaking the man's hand
“Great, I'll tell the office you’ll be joining us tonight, with a guest I assume?” he smiled
“Uh yes”
He walked away feeling accomplished, his plan was perfect, all he had to do was not freeze.
…………………………….
It was around 4:30pm when you finally managed to get back to the bookshop. There were only two hours left of your usual hours, but being behind on rent meant every minute the bookshop was open counted.
“Thanks for visiting.” you smile at one of your usuals, a ginger haired english student from the local university. You often found her sitting in the corner of the shop studying until just before closing time. It didn’t bother you that she rarely purchased anything you were just glad she had somewhere to lay low.
“y/n?” Sherlock cleared his throat from behind you, causing you to almost drop the books in your hand with his sudden appearance. “Erm sorry i didn’t mean to-”
“It's fine.” you laughed it off “What can i help you with?” you smile placing the pile of books in his hand for him to hold why you find their places on the shelves.
“I uh was wondering if- of course if you’re not busy i-” he stuttered his words as you turned to him tucking you hair behind your ears
“Are you okay there?” you ask, taking a book, your hand slightly tracing over him.
Oh god did you, you did. You touched his finger, whether you meant it or not he couldn’t tell. It was hard enough when you turned around giving him a good look of your emerald green eyes, and the slightly too low neckline of your sweatshirt, but as a gentleman should, he never looked too much. At least he tried to. But your touch burned his skin, he needed more, he needed you. Why was he here again? Oh right.
“Theatre.” he suddenly blurted out
“Pardon?” you say confused at his sudden outburst
“The owner gave me two tickets for tonight's show, wicked, I believe and I was wondering if you weren’t too busy would you go with me? I saw how excited you were and-” he paused realising he was rambling.
“You want to go out with me? Like a date?” your eyes widened slightly, maybe all this time the feeling was mutual.
“A date?”
“Well two people go out, they enjoy each other's company and do something fun.”
“Isn’t romance usually part of it?” he asks leaning on the shelf
“It can be, but friends can have dates too.” you smile warmly
That word left him confused, friends? Is that all you saw the pair of you as? Was it even worth asking? He couldn’t change the plans now, you love the theatre and even if you didn’t reciprocate the feelings, he would still get to see you smile. Sherlock Holmes was never one to back down because he was afraid of the outcome. And he wasn’t about to do it now.
He stood pacing in the living room of baker street, wearing his usual smart attire. Black dress trousers and a purple shirt. He paused as you came down the stairs looking a lot smarter than earlier, it was the theatre after all, he admired your outfit, a denim dress accompanied by black tights and your favourite pair of doc martins someone in your financial situation definitely shouldn’t own.
You moved in with Sherlock when John moved out after being friends for nearly two years, with you knowing him as the detective above the shop you figured having someone to help you pay rent wouldn’t cause you any problems. Only just leading to having a crush on the only man in London who didn’t seek out a relationship. People often seemed surprised when you told them you owned a bookshop, in the politest way girls who look like you don’t usually ever pick up a book after the age of five.
“Ready to go?” you smile picking up your coat. He stood silently observing you, his eyes tracing up and down your body. “Is everything okay? Is it too much?” you ask, becoming insecure.
“No, you look fine. Apologies for staring just, wow.” he smiled picking up his coat.
“Are you sure?” you ask as he ushered you out the door.
“Positive.” he smiled, this smile was real. Finally just you and him, he couldn’t wait for the show to be over, so he could tell you.
You gripped his arm as you entered the theatre heading to the ticket office, admiring the building in its true glory. The golden archways and marble floors are traced with a red carpet, leading to the box office. You were like a kid in a candy shop, it was amazing.
“Are you okay?” sherlock asked with a smile
“Better than okay.” you exclaim
“Two please, for Mr Holmes. Mr Thompson said i could get in on him.” he asked the booth worker
“Of course, we’ve been expecting you Mr Holmes.” she smiled and handed him a set of tickets.
The look on your face was what brought Sherlock to pause in his mind. She had never looked this fascinated with any case that he had brought her to before and… was she holding his hand? It must be awkward both holding arm and hand but… what could it mean? For one, Sherlock Holmes couldn’t find an answer.
The two of you walked to your assigned seats and found that the owner had given you some of the best seats in the house. Sherlock watched your eyes light up even more as you sat down and looked out over the other seats and the stage to fully take in what was happening.
“Thank you for this, Sherlock,” you looked over at him with a smile and watched as he tensed up, awkwardly looking for an answer under your gaze.
Awkwardly clearing his throat, Sherlock nodded to you and gave you a gracious smile before replying, “you’re welcome.”
“Doesn’t it look amazing?” You smile admiring the mechanical dragon hanging above the stage.
“Yes, one would say even intriguing.” He smiled, keeping his eyes on you. He sighed as he watched the grip you had on his hand tightened as the lights dimmed. Maybe this show would be the best thing he’d seen in a while.
The show itself was more amazing than you could have ever imagined. The voices of the actors were amazing along with the choreography they had paired with the songs. You watched as even Sherlock seemed to enjoy it, smiling every time you looked over at him. You finally concluded that defining gravity was your new favourite song and just as quick as it started the show was over.
“Oh my god that was amazing, maybe the wicked witch wasn’t so wicked after all.” You beamed
“Perhaps she wasn’t.” Sherlock laughed at your excitement, his chest tightening as you once again looped your arm with his.
You wandered the streets before eventually stopping at a chip shop Sherlock had insisted you eat from instead of the closest shop you could find.
“These better be worth the blisters these boots are giving me.” You sighed as you slumped into the bench.
“Believe me it's one of the very few things I enjoy in this life.” He sat next to you, moving the chips in your direction allowing you to share.
“Okay, these are pretty good.” You smile as you push a chip into your hungry mouth.
“I told you so.” He smiled, the knot in his stomach tightened again as you knee touched his, the feeling he had come to find an answer too becoming more prominent than it ever had been. “Y/n I- there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He put the chips aside and turned to you.
“Okay then.” You watched as his baby blues were now fixed in your pupils, dilating as your gazes met. You looked away trying not to bring too much attention to yourself as you felt the heat of your blush appearing on your face, all because he looked at you.
“I uh, erm. As you know or as I explained in my speech at john's wedding, if you remember.” He shuffled in his seat and cleared his throat. “Relationships are a strange thing to me, the way humans feel the desire to find a specific partner to spend every moment with repulses me.”
“Oh” you sigh, looking away again, “I know that.”
“But that was before i met you, before i too found myself feeling that I didn’t function properly without you and I still don’t understand it, i find myself thinking about you constantly hoping you notice everything i do. I hope that I never disappoint you or cause you harm and i- well. I don't understand these emotions I'm feeling, but I know that I can't imagine my life without you. You make me feel things that I never thought possible, and I want you to know that I care about you more than anything and-“ he wasn’t able to finish the speech he had prepared before your lips where on his, a surge of electricity flowed through your bodies only being satisfied when he wrapped his arms around you pulling you in as close as possible you let out a small hum as his tongue pushed into your mouth, dancing with your own before finally pulling away to catch a breath.
“I uh, sorry i cut you off i just wanted to-“ you laugh tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“No, no it uh it pretty much had everything i wanted to say.” He smiled, taking your hand into his. “It was all I wanted to say.” He repeated before pulling you in again
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Last Updated: 2023-11-30
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
❧ Holmes Family, the by victoriaholmeswriting • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When refusing to dress up for Halloween results in an argument with his wife, Sherlock re-evaluates his priorities and tries to make it right."
❧ Truth Behind It, the by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Prompt(s): "Person A loves Halloween, but sees that Person B hates it. A wants to find out why, but B doesn't want to say it."
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❧ Halloween at 221B by jpat82 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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Sherlock/john x reader - you need this
May I request a story with Sherlock and John worried about clumsy reader? Maybe they are just sleep deprived and need a cup of tea and a good long nap? All platonic please. Thank you! - @their-love 💜
Padding into the living room, you stood there without a word.
Sherlock said nothing, but John set his laptop down, and he turned his attention to you.
“Is everything alright?”
“They can’t remember why they came in here, it’s a frequent thing.” Sherlock said.
You shrugged a little.
“Yeah but it’s fine, did I get a parcel today?” You asked.
“Yeah, it’s just over here.”
John got up, making his way to the corner of the room before coming back over.
You were heading to meet him halfway, tripping over your own two feet slightly before regaining your balance, taking the parcel.
“You good?” John asked.
“Huh? Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You just tripped?”
You waved your hand dismissively, making your way over to the couch, you bumped into the table, but said nothing as you sat down.
Setting your parcel on the table, you searched around trying to find something to open it with.
“Under the sofa.” Sherlock said.
You reached under, pulling out a box cutter and looked at him confused.
“You left it there the other day.”
“Oh yeah…”
You went to open your parcel and Sherlock set the book down that he was reading.
“You’re not usually this confused (Y/N).” John said gently.
“Eh.” You said.
Sherlock leant back in his chair, carefully studying what you were doing.
“Your hands are trembling, you have dark circles under your eyes. You have walked into everything going so far and you can’t even remember where you left your favourite box cutter.”
“We all forget things sometimes Sherlock.”
He shook his head.
“Not you. For the past three nights I’ve heard you moving about upstairs, then during the day you’re down here.”
John glanced between you and Sherlock.
“You’re not sleeping, are you?” John asked.
You sighed a little.
“I can’t… I don’t know why…”
“Nightmares, excessive caffeine, too much energy, there’s loads of reasons you don’t sleep.” Sherlock said.
You said nothing, and John got up, leaving the room.
Walking over to you, Sherlock took your new books from you, dropping them somewhere else and threw the box across the room.
You went to stand up.
“Ah. No.”
Sherlock placed a hand on your forehead, and pushed you back on the couch.
“You’re not leaving that spot.”
“Here, I’ve got some tea for you.”
John walked over, setting the cup on the table and he sat next to you, patting his shoulder.
“Come on, you need some sleep. We won’t go anywhere right Sherlock?”
You both looked at him.
“Sherlock!” John hissed.
Sherlock walked back over, throwing his hands into the air.
“Fine! I’ll stay here!”
He dropped himself next to you, handing you your cup.
“Drink your tea and sleep.”
“You’re not my father…” you grumbled.
“Then stop acting like a child.”
You smiled a little at him, sipping from your cup.
You kicked your feet up on Sherlock, leaning yourself on John.
“Will you read to me…?” You asked.
“Yeah, of course.” John smiled.
While he read, you drank your tea, and while John read, Sherlock carried on working on something.
Soon enough you fell asleep, but neither of them moved.
You needed this, you needed sleep, and if that meant the pair of them had to stay there with you sprawled across them, that’s what they would do.
Even Sherlock could manage sitting still for a while if it meant his friend getting some much needed sleep
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Being Sherlock's wife and going through the pregnancy would include:
Warning: It's Sherlock, he's a great man. fluff, aftermath of The Final Problem, sweet, baby, Sherlock is a great husband, pregnancy, Baby William creation.
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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• Him, dumbfounded and stunned when you told the news that you are pregnant which causes you to be concerned with the lack of response from him.
"I think you broke him" John.
•But later Sherlock recovers from the state of loading his information by hugging you tightly and repeatedly saying you two have become parents.
• Since you are still in the early stages of pregnancy, Sherlock will monitor your diet and recommend routines that should be followed by pregnant women. That's after he did research for pregnant women on Google.
• Concerned with the safety of you and the baby when you insist on joining him and John to solve cases. Even if you are still early in your pregnancy and capable of doing your work, saying that you don't need to tire yourself, but later let you join him and John.
• Morning sickness? don't worry Sherlock is always alert to your situation so don't be surprised if he suddenly appears behind you just to hold your hair as you vomit all the contents of your stomach into the toilet.
• Headaches? Sherlock can give you paracetamol and massage your head. Body aches? automatically, Sherlock is good at massage
• When it comes to the middle of pregnancy, the majority of pregnant women will have cravings with weird combinations of food. So you are no exception.
• Lemon and Honey? Sherlock can take the pickle and peanut butter boots? Sherlock doesn't know if the one he married all this time is human or not.
• wake up late at night just to eat something spicy? Sherlock automatically got up and left the flat for the sake's of you.
• you are also no exception to mood swings and your victim is Sherlock. Obviously.
• from sad to angry to happy and Sherlock handles your mood easily because he really expects you to be like that. He will be the place where you release your mood swings as long as you don't kill him.
• John being an expert about pregnancy (Mary preggo tadaa) gave him advice to handle pregnant women.
"and don't stress her out, Sherlock" John obviously.
• And now the awaited time has arrived. As your stomach is getting bigger and rounder, Sherlock can't keep his hands on his side because he always puts his big hands on your stomach just to feel the baby in that stomach.
• he will kneel and talk to the baby in the stomach which becomes a daily routine in these few months. He excitedly talked about his cases. Obviously.
• Him, excited when he gets a response from the baby in the stomach like a baby kicking your stomach because the baby is excited with his father. Often leaving you gasping for breath due to indigestion being kicked by the baby in the stomach.
• rub your belly every night and hug you from the back every time you sleep.
• when it comes to last month of pregnancy, your body aches and back pain are getting worse and Sherlock always helps you.
• he will whisper words of comfort in your ear as he hugs you from behind and strokes your hair to convince you that you are a strong person as you are having a mental breakdown.
• But overall, everything turns out fine and you don't have a mental breakdown anymore. Thanks to your loving husband.
• Excited because there are only a few weeks left before he will meet his baby and always finding some good names for his baby.
• Gender? nahh he doesn't care about that as long as the baby comes out well.
"Tina?" Sherlock.
"sounds like somebody's aunt" You.
•talking with baby has become traditions now. And he cannot wait to hold his baby.
• last week of pregnancy, he already took you to the hospital in case you give birth early. Bags and all facilities such as baby clothes and diapers have been packed by Sherlock. So no need to worry.
• John gave him a word of advice about the newborn. Such as what he should do and what he shouldn't do so that he won't panic.
• Rosie is excited to meet her new friend and always stuck with you while talking to the baby in your belly. She already sees you as a mother figure as hers has passed away. So no wonder she always stuck with you.
• When it's time for you to give birth, Sherlock will be where you endure the pain when you push the baby out of your vagina. He doesn't care if his hand is broken because you grabbed it or you swear at him. He's always there.
• Him, saying that you are strong and encouraging you to push the baby.
• panic when everything was quiet for a moment but sighed in relief when he heard the sound of his baby crying for the first time. He rubbed your head happily.
• Him, support his bundle of joy in both hands and smile genuinely as he found out that he got a boy.
• William Scott Hamish Holmes. That's your baby's name and his.
• Kiss William's forehead tenderly and whisper some words like welcome him to the family of Holmes.
• He is always there when you need him. What a great husband.
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B. Cumberbatch Company Collection
Mr. Cumberbatch's character fic log
Sherlock Holmes
Series and Collection
Oneshots and short stuffs
Spiraling
-After an accident during a case, a hostage situation leaves you in a coma for a week. During that week in the hospital, things are going horribly in Baker Street
Stephen Strange
Series and Collection
She used to be mine
-Coming from a wedding of a friend, Stephen reflects on that one relationship that was once his everything and how he fucked that up. It just so happens that everything would come back...
Oneshots and short stuffs
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A Queen For A Mindpalace
Pairing: Victorian Sherlock x Reader
Synopsis: You and Sherlock have a past, but before you attempt to move on. You stop by to make amends, only for a realization to take place. The question remains, will you stay or go?
Word Count: 2,750k
Warning: Angst,Pining,Tooth Rotting Fluff,Male Masterbation,Thigh Riding,Mentions Of Past Sexual Encounter,NSFW Themes
•If you enjoy the song you can find it on my Sherlock Playlist•
Slouching deeper into his favorite chair Sherlock stared up at the ceiling, she will come back. Casting his weary gaze to a small side table the detective reached for his trusty pipe, taking a few pinches of tobacco; his nimble fingers effortlessly stuffed the brown dried herb into the blackened wooden chamber. The leftover soot always stained his fingers with just a tinge of black. Packing the leaves snugly into the wooden bowl he smiled proudly. His fingers went groping inside his silk-lined pocket fishing out for the matchbox, sliding the paper box open Sherlock pinched out a match striking the side of the box and igniting the pipe chamber. Releasing a satisfied exhale, the smell of tobacco loomed in the flat leaving a smokey haze. It was the ideal evening after the week he had but something was missing. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned over grabbing the violin trying to banish any thought from his mind.
You had your chance…many times, but now you really screwed it up. You brainless old fool….
Releasing a sigh, Sherlock brought the violin up resting it under his chin. His fingers effortlessly danced along the neckline as he got lost in one of his favorite pastimes. Closing his eyes, Sherlocks mind could not help but wander to all the memories. How could he forget the first-time you showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night soaked from the storm, asking him to help find her father's killer. The case that would change his life forever in more ways than one. His mind wandered deeper as he recalled your first night together. How your delicious sex swallowed him perfectly like you were tailored just for him. Or the countless times those supple ruby-red lips moaned as you devoured him whole with a fiery passion. Little would he find out how much he craved that flame, your desire…the way you moaned his name as you reached the crescendo of your climax was better than any drug he ever consumed.
He missed the nights he would worship at your feet getting drunk off you. The supple bounce your breasts made as you rode him again and again into climax. He missed the way they felt under his touch, the way your nipples would pebble under his touch as he would tease and pinch them into flushed sensitive buds. The way his hands would travel down the small of your back as he rested them on the swell of your hips. Oh, how he missed the way you tasted, the way his tongue traveled from bud to bud as he trailed his mouth up your sex-flushed skin leaving purple blossoms in their wake. The way you felt under him, the way your body bloomed only for him, for you were a force of nature, and he wanted to be in the center of your storm. But all of that was in the past now for he had to focus on the reality at play. You moved on, and he was stuck here in London…alone.
Sherlock groaned, noticing the stiffness in his trousers he rolled his eyes, for he was now conflicted with an obvious but still awkward choice. Setting the violin down, Sherlocks large slender digits slowly grazed the outside of his seams as his mind trailed back to you. Thumbing through a drawer he fished for a rag, his hips bucked at the increasing sensitivity of his pressing member making Sherlock groan. His eyes caught a white handkerchief, and hastily pawed for it, pulling it closer Sherlock noticed the lipstick stains…. Y/N. Lifting it to his nose he took a deep inhale taking in the remnants of your scent…lavender. The smell shot right to his cock as he felt the pressure grow greater.
Oh, bloody hell screw it.
Lifting himself upward Sherlock quickly unbuttoned his trousers allowing as much that was necessary to do the deed. Once they rested on his knees Sherlock quickly sunk once more into the chair. His palm stroked across his virility thats now standing practically at the ready. As he grazed the bulbous head of his member, leaning his head back becoming lost in his own pleasure. Lost in the smell of you…His cock oozed out the hints of glistening pre cum as he groaned in ecstasy chasing his chemical high.
Knock knock knock
Dropping the handkerchief to the floor Sherlock quickly adjusted his trousers breathlessly, “Mrs. Hudson, will you get that! I- I’m in the middle of something!” stuffing what he can into his pants with little avail he managed to finally straighten himself out.
Her voice trailed off in the distance with that sweet tone, “Sherlock I’ve told you this before, I’m not your housekeeper,” hearing her bedroom door close shut Sherlock rolled his eyes again. Apparently, she was not going to accommodate.
Knock knock knock
“Ugh!” he scoffed standing up lazily. This better be worth it. Sherlock stood up reaching for his silken robe, tying the matching beige belt around his toned waist he looked around one last time. Making his way to the front door he turned the latch; suddenly having to catch his breath once more because it was you, of all the people standing outside looking beautiful as ever. Your corset hugging you in all the right places as his eyes trailed back to the ruby red lips he remembers so well.
All those nights where you would entertain each other with the pleasures of your flesh and conversations, but those were faded passions burned to memories. His eyes casted his gaze to your voluptuous bosom. Admiring the rise and fall with the swelling of your breathing as his trousers slowly began returning to their previously stiffened state. Leaning against the doorframe Sherlock cleared his throat; an obvious poor attempt at maintaining composure.
“Y/N…to what do I owe the spontaneous visit,” Sherlock stammered while his fingers nonchalantly adjusted his robes attempting to hide the growing stiffening arousal. Shrugging your shoulders, you allowed yourself in, “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by.” Taking a seat in his chair you smirked knowing it would annoy him. Closing the door Sherlock turned walking back placing his hands in his pockets, staring at you flatly, “you know there’s another chair right there” gesturing with a finger masking his annoyance. Setting down your reticule drawstring bag smiling, “Ya but I like this spot and besides,” crossing your legs with a smug expression,” I’m a guest.”
Sherlock released a scoff rolling his eyes. Taking out the pipe he reached for the tobacco box. “You’re not a guest, you’re more of an annoyance” a beautiful annoyance, taking a step closer his eyes glowed against the fireplace. Igniting the chamber he exhaled a puff of smoke.
“That’s mighty bold of you to say considering US,” spitting with venom in your tone.
He paused returning his gaze to you, taking in his expression you noticed his eyes harden, “There never was an us Y/N,” those six words cut through your heart like ice. At that point you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to get your point across and take your leave.
“Look I didn’t come here to argue Sherlock. In fact, I came to say goodbye.” That look of earnestness in your eyes left him dead in his tracks. He knew you were not lying this time about leaving England. You have an offer for a job overseas in the new world. It was going to be a fresh start for both of you since there was no future in London, especially with Sherlock Holmes.
He took another step closer his eyes never leaving yours, “Well if that’s the case, then I feel like there’s nothing much left to say” he took another puff, Tell her the truth…before it's too late. His mind screamed to stay but his feet lead him forward as he took the seat across from you.
Pausing, your mouth parted open in shock at his lack of response, “that’s it? That all you have to say Sherlock Holmes?” your tone above a whisper. Desperation hazed as you fought off the tears.
He wasn’t going to fight for me after all…
“It’s just that…,” Sherlock took a deep sigh, “I don’t want to be the one who holds you back. You deserve a future and need to go on and forget about me Y/N.” By this time, he couldn’t look at you for it was too painful. He can already picture the devastation in your eyes. Peaking over, he was right. Tears streamed down your face as you reached for a tissue from the mahogany chaise lounge. You were always stunning, but when you cried it was devastatingly beautiful. It aroused him in some way. This look of pure innocence, walls completely torn down. You were a goddess of grace he couldn’t stay away from anymore no matter how hard he fought it.
Fight for her you idiot…just ask her, now!
Leaning forward he sat the pipe down next to him taking a deep breath. His gaze locked yours as he slowly raised a hand upward, “Y/N, you know this is for the best” his chest rose and fell quickly as he attempted to steady his breath all while convincing himself that this is even what he wanted. Sherlock couldn’t help his rapid heartbeat as he was sure you could hear it through his starched white shirt. The ring was burning a hole in his pocket at this point. Normally he was an excellent liar, but with you, he couldn’t mask the truth for very long.
“You don’t get it, do you?” wiping your eyes you noticed his eyes widening, “every time I walk away from you, I feel like a piece of your soul is with me. You’ve stolen my heart Sherlock Holmes, the least you can do is tell me what you intend to do with it before I g—.”
Before you could finish Sherlock lunged forward, his form towered over you on his favorite chair as his mouth consumed yours with a slow passion. His lips parted yours ever so slowly but begging to taste more. Despite the time apart your bodies still moved in sync with each other. As eager as he was to have you, Sherlock wanted to take his time to savor every bit of you. He noticed your hands instinctively trailing through his slicked-back hair, tugging the ravened strands gently. He released a hiss as his palms trailed down the chair to meet your face, he will have to fix his hair later no doubt. Sherlock smiled wide, he knew his hands were always your weakness, for you couldn’t help but lean into his touch making him smile all the brighter.
Tilting your head back he dove deeper into your mouth savoring the taste of you. You moaned as he pulled away slowly, his nose just a hairline away. His thumb gently rubbed a tear away as he smiled sweetly at you. Your eyes widened as you saw your reflection in his sea-glass gaze. “I intend to never let it go again…because you are everything,” his gaze unwavering, he pressed your palm to his chest. Feeling the rapid tapping of his heart under his shirt, you realized he was not lying. “For you are worth the fight my love”
Your eyes lit up as he leaned into you once more feeling the warm tears stream down your cheek. Parting your lips, he moaned as he shifted your weight to his lap. Lifting your skirts, you adjusted yourself as you rested on top of his stiffening trousers.
“Oh!” You exclaimed feeling yourself turning bright red. Even when not fully erect Sherlock’s cock made you blush. The reaction went straight to his cock as he smiled widely like the Cheshire Cat.
His tone laced with lust and longing,
“Like what you feel?” One hand wiping your tears as the other trailed down resting on your hip.
Rocking back and forth chanting like a prayer, “always…” you missed this. Missed the way he made you feel. Arching your back you rode him slowly, leaning into his hand enjoying every twitch and response Sherlock made. You always had a way of breaking him, turning the great detective into putty. You couldn’t help but grin as your eye caught something on the floor. Pausing your movements Sherlock groaned in protest. Leaning over scooping up the material immediately noticing was it is. The old handkerchief that you swore was “lost.” Returning upwards facing Sherlock you noticed a rosier tone in his cheeks as he looked away sheepishly. Dangling it in front of him you teased, “what's this?”
His ears flushed a bright red as he snatched it from your hand inhaling the thin cotton smiling sentimentality, “Oh, just a souvenir,” tucking it into his pocket he couldn’t wait any longer.
“There’s been something I have been meaning to ask you”
Fishing out a small velvet box he grabbed your hand.
His voice was slightly shaking as Sherlock fumbled with the box, “I should have done this the first morning I woke up next to you Y/N”
Opening the box slowly your eye’s widened as they gazed upon a gorgeous diamond halo engagement ring. The beautiful rose gold complemented the fiery opal that stood in the center. It left you speechless.
“Y/N, please stay. For I cannot survive another day of you not being my wife. I love you. Please, marry me” his eyes never left yours as he waited for an answer. Your hands shook as you sat there going through thousands of options at once. But all the options always lead back to him, this man in front of you who choose you above everyone else. This consulting detective was yours and you wanted to be his and his alone. Jumping off his lap you squealed, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Of course, I will marry you!”
Tears streamed down your cheeks as Sherlock grinned from ear to ear. He stood up, placing the band on your finger before giving your palms a gentle kiss. His lips were warm and inviting as they danced up your arm. Peppering your face with kisses, he pulled you in for an embrace. The feeling of his sturdy form made you feel so comfortable and safe. Bringing your hand up he laced his with yours to gaze upon the glittering ring resembling your future together.
“It really is very beautiful Sherlock, where did you even find it?” Leaning your head into his shoulder, Sherlock moved a lock of hair kissing your neckline whispering, “oh this, it was Mrs.Hudsons. She thought it would look perfect on you. She’s been hounding me for months to puck up the courage to ask you.”
You chuckled, “not surprised the great detective is bashful”
“Not bashful,” he chuckled placing another kiss against your neck, “just a old fool who kept waiting for the right moment”
His hands trailed to your waistline as he slowly turned you around. Arms laced around each other you both got swept away in the moment and began swaying back and forth together. A small, adorable dance that was shared between the two of you. Taking his hand up he spun you around slowly bringing you back to his chest. Leaning your head against him you took in the strength of his forearms, how you missed his embrace. Sighing with joy Sherlock sat back down in his chair, pulling you in his lap his arms laced around you, “Im sorry for saying such hurtful things my darling,” looking you in the eyes his voice lowered, “I love you more than anything in the world Y/N. And I can't wait for you to be my bride”
Lacing your fingers with your future bridegroom you brought them up to kiss his hand gently. The ring glimmered in the light as your forehead rested on his,“Its ok Sherlock, its in the past. What is love without forgiveness.”
Words were no longer needed as Sherlock held you tight, he was always a handsy man even though Sherlock would never admit it. Especially when after a case there was nothing he wanted more then to come home and just hold you. No words. Just the pure feeling of you with him. For you were not just his fiancé, but the queen to his mind palace, and you finally made your way back home.
Heres the ring that inspired me…❤️
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I've been planning class for two days and i haven't finished, my brain is tired of making up ideas... so i have a little messy sherlock prompt haha... it goes like Sherlock can't sleep as he sits on the edge of the bed, he has this difficult case in his head, trying to connect the dots and the reader sleepy kneels in bed hugging him from behind asking him if he wants her ti sing for him to help him sleep and that makes him smile because she cannot sing but he knows she does it on purpose to make him laugh or relax, maybe she stars singing "don't go breaking my heart" and he giggles laying in bed with her and they sing a few lyrics from the song until she says something like "You will solve it, it will be fine"
Okay, this idea is so adorable. I literally squealed as I was writing this prompt. @selcouthangel Thank you so much for this idea. I hope you like it. Here is the song the blurb is based on: Don't Go Breaking My Heart
Word Count: (I had a bit too much fun with this prompt) 1,197
Warnings: Major Sherlock Fluff, domestic Sherlock
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Your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Warm breath tickled his cheeks as you exhaled, and he couldn’t help but smile. Sherlock’s eyes gazed at your face lax from the brightness it held when you were awake. A piece of your hair fell onto your face, draping over your brow and cheek. Your lips pursued as you furrowed your forehead. Sherlock couldn’t but bring his hand to your face to brush the hair aside to smooth out the lines on your forehead. Slowly he gently brought his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before he arose.
He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. It was this case. Despite his years of experience, Sherlock felt stuck. If it was a few years prior, he would have slapped on a few nicotine patches and entered his mind palace for the next day or two. But now he had you. He had your smile to wake up to. Your soft hands rub away the stress. He had your love…and you had his. He wanted to do better for you. Which met discarding his regular coping methods for “healthier” ones. Some of which included more physical options, not that he minded.
The bed creaked underneath him as he stood up and left the comfort of his bedroom. Returning shortly back to the warmth of his bed with the case files in his hands. He didn’t dare sit back down next to you, knowing the sound of papers would soon wake you up. You were already running around enough as it was assisting him and John with cases. Instead, he sat on the edge bed and turned the bedside lamp on to its lowest setting. Sherlock paused to listen into your breath. It hadn’t changed, so he cautiously flipped open the file that you had so carefully organized for him earlier that day. Well, yesterday he corrected peering at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
His eyes perused the text in front of them taking extra time to regard the statements and crime scene photos. There was something he was missing. He was sure of it. Sherlock hadn’t noticed he began to mumble his thoughts aloud. It was his little comments of disdain that had woken you up from your slumber.
You reach up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. A light crept into your view and you sigh–Sherlock. The blankets rustle as you slip out from under them. Crawling across the bed to where he sat, his shoulders tense. You came to a stop and wrapped your arms around his back, enveloping Sherlock in a hug. Your legs coming to rest next to his. While his feet touched the floor, yours only dangled a few inches off of it.
He continued to work away. His mind running a hundred miles per minute. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched and the muscles in his back contracted.
“Sherlock,” your voice cooed. It had suddenly become quite hard to hold up your head, so you rested your chin on his shoulder. He hummed in response. “The case can wait until tomorrow.” You yawned.
He placed the papers in his lap and turned his head to peer at you resting on his shoulder. He smiled. Your eyelids were heavy with the absence of slumber yet you fought to keep them awake. Determined to be awake when he was.
“It is tomorrow,” Sherlock clarified as he motioned to the alarm clock.
You groaned. Then you playfully punch his back. “You know what I mean.” Sherlock only nodded in response. “Please?” You begged, peering up at him with wide eyes. The look you know he could not resist.
Sherlock chuckled and removed the files from his lap and onto the ground. “Alright. Back in bed, firefly.” Your laugh was akin to a melody Sherlock would play on his violin. The memory of the nickname flashes in your mind.
“I told you they weren’t called lightning bugs,” you mumbled as he gently laid you back into bed. Tucking you underneath the covers before he joined you, turning the lamp off.
You wrap an arm around him pulling yourself closer to his body. Sherlock happily snuggled back into you. It was perfect…yet he still couldn’t sleep. He sighed, and his chest heavily sank underneath your arms.
“Do you want me to sing to you?” You ask him softly. He almost didn’t hear it.
You take his silence as a yes, take a deep breath, and begin. The song had been stuck in your mind since you had heard it on the radio the other day. You had heard somewhere that the best way to get rid of a melody was to sing it, so that’s what you did.
“Don’t go breaking my heart…” You paused waiting for Sherlock to continue. You smile softly to yourself as Sherlock continues his act of pretending to sleep. “I couldn’t if I tried…” You chuckled as your voice wavered on a high note. You weren’t a singer and Sherlock knew that. Yet your voice, when you did sing, held an endearment to it that Sherlock adored.
Still no response from Sherlock. You nudged him slightly and began to sing a bit louder. “Honey, if get restless. Baby, you’re not that kind.”
Reluctantly, Sherlock turned around to face you. His baritone voice rang out, continuing the next few lines. “Don’t go breaking my heart. You take the weight off of me.” He reached out to touch your cheek. His thumb rubbed small circles feeling the blush that crept onto your face.
“Oh, honey, when you knocked on my door,” you sang.
Sherlock felt your shoulder doing a little dance and he chuckled. “Ooh, I gave you my key,” he found his voice chiming back.
Then your voice merged together. You had some difficulty staying in the correct pitch, but Sherlock didn’t mind. “Ooh-hoo, nobody knows it.”
“When I was down,” you raised your hand up as if you held a microphone and sang. “I was your clown.”
Sherlock couldn’t help but laugh. You never failed to bring a smile onto his face.
“Ooh-hoo, nobody knows it (nobody knows)” You two sang.
You brought the imaginary microphone to his lips, urging him to sing his lines. Instead of singing in the mic, he clasped his hands around your hand and brought it to his chest. You could feel the beating of his heart.
Even though it was dark, your eyes met his and he slowly sang, “Right from the start
I gave you my heart…Oh, I gave you my heart…”
You smiled and leaned into him. Brushing your lips against his in a loving manner. Pulling back you snuggled deeper into his side and mumbled an incoherent goodnight and words of comfort.
“You’re gonna solve it, Sherlock. Everything will be fine,” you whispered.
Sherlock brought his arm to hold you close and kissed your forehead one more time. Your calm breath matched his as his eyelids fell heavy. Everything would be fine, so long as he had you by his side. At last, his eyes closed, giving in to the pleasant call of sleep.
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