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A New Years Kiss

Part One: A Christmas Rose

Plot: After an agonizing wait over the holidays, you finally get to see Sherlock again at the Tewksbury family New Years gathering. Will you find out if the rose was truly meant for you?

Pairing: Cavill!Sherlock Holmes x Gn!Reader

Words: 2.2k

A/n: In Victorian times they did not celebrate New Years as heavily as we do today. The rich families would often be the only ones to hold parties or they had "open houses". So this is based around that a bit. With a little modern New Years kiss theme thrown in.

As you stepped down from the carriage, your eyes ran over the Tewksbury's residence. You often forgot just how large it was.

People mingled outside, greeting each other before slowly making their way inside. Your heart beat was heavy as you took a deep breath and made your way towards the house.

Spotting Enola lingering outside, you approached her. As she spotted you, you saw her smile.

"Y/n, thank God, I was afraid I would have to go in alone."

"Isn't Tewksbury greeting you?"

She sighed "No, alas he is busy hosting, he has to greet everyone with his mother."

"Everyone? I do not envy him"

"No do I." She sighed as she looped her arm through yours. "Come, lets go inside."

As you began entering the house, your eyes cast over the crowd. You wondered if Sherlock was here yet. Was he still coming? It had been torture for you having to wait until this party to see him.

You had given in once, a few days prior and went to his apartment. But he was not there. So you had to wait. But you could not help but worry that he might not come tonight. How long would you have to wait to see him then?

What if he did not leave the rose after all, and your anxious waiting meant nothing?

Shushing your own thoughts you looked over at Enola. "Is it true your brother is coming?"

She nodded "Oh yes, apparently he has a very important reason to be here, though he wont tell me what that is exactly. I can't help but think it is about a case he is working on. He is here somewhere." She glanced over at you "He asked if you would be coming as well."

You tried to hide any emotion you might be feeling "Did he?"

You saw something akin to curiosity cross her face, but it quickly faded when she spotted Tewksbury motioning for her to come over to him.

Looking over at you, you nodded "Go ahead. I'll be around."

Smiling, she darted off to go to his side, and you smiled at them. They made a cute couple. Looking around, your heart began beating a bit faster as you wondered where Sherlock was. You wanted to look for him, but feared you might be getting in his way if he was really here working on a case.

Saying hello to a few people you knew, you grabbed a drink and stood at the edge of the room, your eyes casting over the art pieces the family had set out for people to admire.

When some time had passed and you had yet to see Sherlock, you started to doubt he was still here. Maybe something happened and he had to leave.

As people began filing into the large dancing hall, you followed, continuing to stand at the edge of the room.

As Sherlock entered the large room, his eyes found you almost immedietely. You were dressed in an elegant outfit that suited you very well. You looked slightly nervous as you stood among the crowd.

Ever since the day you exchanged gifts, he was tormented with thoughts about how you found the rose. Did you immediately think he left it? Did you return his feelings? Did you even find the rose within the pages?

Walking through the crowd and around the room, his eyes remained on you as he grew closer. A dance would be starting soon, he did not dance often, but with you, he would very gladly do so.

As couple after couple made their way into the middle of the room, including Enola and Tewksbury, you felt an odd sense of jealousy. You were not much of a dancer, but you would like to experience the thrill of dancing closely with someone you had feelings for.

As if on queue, a voice spoke near your left ear, taking you by surprise.

"Would you like to dance?"

Looking over, you saw Sherlock standing close behind you, leaned over to speak softly to you. His hand was placed out for you to take, and a small smile on his face as he met your eyes.

You felt at a loss for words for a moment, but you smiled and nodded "I would love to" You finally muttered out shyly.

His smile grew slightly as he took your hand in his and lead you to the dance floor.

You were not unaware of the mutters that followed as people saw Sherlock Holmes leading a mostly unknown person out onto the dance floor. But you didn't care about their opinions, much.

Your heart was fluttering, and your chest was tight as Sherlock pulled you closer to him to prepare for the dance. Your eyes met and he still held the familiar soft smile on his face.

As the music began, you quickly fell into rhythm with everyone else on the dance floor. There was a silent moment between you, before Sherlock spoke.

"I was glad to see you were able to make it."

"Oh yes, wouldn't miss it." There was a hint of sarcasm in your voice that made his lip quirk. "I was still a bit surprise you came yourself. Enola said you were here for something important. A case perhaps?"

His smile changed almost to a soft smirk and you felt small jolt from your heart.

"The reason I came is important, but it does not have anything to do with a case"

The way his eyes studied you made you think he meant you were the reason. But you feared you may be hoping for too much.

"And what reason is that, may I ask?" Your voice was soft.

Sherlock could tell what you were hinting at, and this was enough to tell him what he wanted to know.

Spinning you around to the music, he pulled you close to him again your back against his chest, as his voice spoke softly in your ear.

"I wanted to know what you thought of my gift."

You felt a shiver roll through you as his lips just brushed your ear. Twirling you back around to face him again, your came chest to chest, your face hovering just in front of one another before you stepped back and continued with the dance.

"The book? Or the other gift within it?" You didn't say explicitly what it was, but your word were obvious enough.

He smiled at your choice of words "Both." He said simply.

"I adore the book, and I've already read it front to back twice." His eyebrow quirked and you smiled. "And the other-"

Pulling you close to him against, his face hovered close to yours as you moved around the room in dance. You were sure there were eyes on you, but you didn't care.

"I loved." Your voice came out softly.

"Loved?" He repeated, his own voice soft.

"Such a beautiful color. And the meaning-" You seemed to be losing your train of thought as his face remained so close to yours.

"Is returned, I hope?" He finished, just as the music ended.

You stopped as everyone else did, but remained locked on each other before you pulled your eyes away to clap for the musicians. Sherlock did the same, his own chest tight as he looked back at you.

He was unable to say more before a group of men started to make their way over to him, already speaking loudly, asking questions and trying to gain his attention.

He saw you step away, somewhat alarmed by the interruption. Gently grabbing your elbow he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Meet me on the balcony at Midnight."

Stepping away again, he was almost swallowed by the group of strangers, most of whom you assumed were reporters or politicians.

Making your way away from the crowd, you looked back, only able to see glimpses of his face. You felt pity for him, knowing he hated this kind of attention. And you felt anger, for being interrupted at such an important and intense moment. Looking at the clock nearby, you noted it was nearly forty minutes to twelve.

You sighed as you looked back to here Sherlock had once been. You assumed he had been dragged off by the group of people. You dd not envy him, but you wished you had someway to help him.

"You and my brother seemed to be deep in conversation during that dance."

You jumped slightly at Enola's voice. Turning, you saw her standing beside you, having not even heard her approach.

You cleared your throat lighlty "Yes."

"Did he tell you about the case?" She asked with obvious curiosity in her tone.

You shook your head "He is not here for a case." Your heart jumped slightly. Should you tell her more? What would she think?

Her smile widened as she moved a little closer "Well that confirms the other thing I had a feeling about then."

"Feeling about what?"

"That he was here to see you."

Your eyes glanced to his last location before you looked back at Enola. "Why would you think that?"

She rolled her eyes slightly "Because ever since I introduced you, he always asks about you, wants your opinions, and his eyes follow you everywhere, every time you are around, it's obvious he has feelings for you. "

You felt heart rise up your neck and ears.

"Sorry was that too much?" She asked as she noted your change in demeanor.

You smiled and shook your head "No, I just...didn't know it was obvious."

She smiled "Well your feelings for him were obvious too. But, surprisingly I don't think they were obvious to him."

Deciding to tell her vaguely about what happened between you and Sherlock, she kept you company asking questions and going on long rants about how cases might work after you and Sherlock got involved. You simply listened, too overwhelmed by her ideas and thoughts to say anything.

After some time she tapped you aggressively on the shoulder and pointed at the clock.

"It's nearly midnight."

"Oh!" You said with a jolt "I should go."

She nodded her head hurriedly as she ushered you away, watching as you made your way towards the balcony.

Stepping out onto the balcony, you looked around for Sherlock. Seeing he had not come out yet, you let out a soft breath and wandered over to the balcony's edge. You looked out at the property, seeing groups of people scattered around. The night was brisk, and the stars were bright in the sky.

"Y/n." Your voice was spoken from behind you, causing you to turn around.

Sherlock stepped out and smiled at you, closing the doors behind him. "I hope I did not keep you waiting."

You shook your head "I've only been here a few moments. "

As he approached you, you felt jjttery and nervous.

"I'm sorry all those people bombarded you, I'm sure you did not wish to deal with that tonight."

He smiled "No, I did not. But it was not as bad as it could have been. Though I very much would have preferred being able to spend the time with you."

You smiled as you looked down towards your feet. He smiled at your familiar bashfulness. Stepping forward, he reached into his jacket and pulled something out

"I got this for you."

Looking up, you half-expected to see another purple rose. But instead, he was holding a beautidul dark red carnatin flower.

As your eyes lit up at the sight, Sherlock felt a jolt in his chest. You gingerly took the flower from him and met his eyes.

"You read the book front to back, yes?" You nodded softly and he smiled "What does it mean?"

You looked down at the flower again as you tried to recall the section on carnations.

"White carnations symbolize purity and luck, pink are for gratitude, light red for admiration, and dark red for love and affection."

He nodded softly and took a step closer to you. Reaching out, he gently touched the petals.

"Love, affection, dedication, and passion. Red carnations in general express that-" he paused as his eyes locked onto yours "-my heart aches for you."

You felt a shiver roll through you and your breath seemed to catch in your throat as he stared deeply into your eyes. Slowly, his hand rose and cupped your face, his fingers gently caressed you as he moved closer.

His face hovered just in front of yours as his eyes drifted down to your lips. There was thick tension in the silence between you, that was abruptly interrupted as fireworks shot into the sky from the yard below.

You let out a soft gasp as you and Sherlock looked over to see the bright explosions in the sky. Letting out a soft laugh, you looked back at Sherlock who had an amused smile on his face.

His fingers gently held your chin as he pulled you closer "Happy New Year Y/n"

"Happy New Year Sherlock."

His lips met yours softly as his hand slowly trailed from your chin to rest at your neck as he deepened the kiss. His hand then slowly moved to cup the back of your head as he pulled you closer. His other hand rested at your back, as he held you close to him.

As one of your hands held the carnation, the other reached up and wrapped around his neck as you leaned in and relished the kiss.

xx End xx

I'm really bad at ending fics lol, but I hope you liked it!~

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 7 months

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hello can i request a jack the ripper x male reader who is basically sherlock holmes who is his husband.

like the reader would have been the most well known detective in history that stopped a lot of serious crime's like human trafficking groups/operations, serious murders,very dangerous gangs, Drug rings ect. and always gets into near Death experiences, From getting stabbed, poisoned,shot, almost getting assassinated and many more. but by pure luck they always survive as well as making a full recovery

but the twist is that jack doesn't know that his husband is doing a very VERY dangerous job but he does know that his s/o is a detective but he didn't know that his husband was doing a very Very dangerous one he thought that they were only doing investigations of not so serious crimes like robbery's or something getting stolen in the neighborhood

so imagine his surprise seeing his husband on the news finding out that he stopped a well known gang by disguising himself as a gang member giving the police information on the group but he did get shot and stabbed but made a full recovery.

but even so how would jack react to finding this out? i sure he would be VERY VERY against it, i mean how could you not?

-Jack never could have imagined himself being married to another man- especially the man who is regarded to be the world’s greatest detective.

-However, that is what he loves so much about you- you know who he is- the real Jack, not Jack the Ripper as he claims to be. Initially you were perturbed that Jack killed other killers, but he always left the innocents alone, and while this was getting dangerous and evil people off the streets- he still killed them.

-You turned a blind eye, as long as he wouldn’t get caught, something you told him, which he agreed to, and he adored that you kept his secret.

-The two of you were an adorable couple, playing off each other’s energy- you were a morning person while Jack was a night owl, but you both always made time to spend time with each other.

-Jack would spout poetry to you, showing you how he cares, making you delicious meals, while you would surprise him with flowers, cute dates- you were both so stinking adorable!

-Jack knew your profession as a detective was a dangerous one but he believed that you were just an investigator- you weren’t going to be in any danger.

-Ding dong Jack was wrong!!

-Imagine his surprise when he turned on the news and saw you being loaded up into a gurney after you had infiltrated a local notorious gang and managed to get them captured, but you had been stabbed and shot at least once!!

-Jack never ran so fast- full speed power sprinting to the hospital the whole way, skidding to a halt as he made it there, running inside, looking for you.

-You heard the running footsteps and you braced for impact as the door slammed open and you saw your husband there.

-His eyes were wide and you managed to lift your one good arm, smiling brightly, “Hi hon- oof!” he crossed the room in the blink of an eye and threw himself into you, holding you tightly, one hand behind your head and the other around your neck, clutching you tightly.

-Your eyes had gone wide at the embrace before you smiled softly, relaxing and you lifted a hand to his silvery hair, “I’m okay Jack- I’ll be okay.”

-He inhaled deeply and you were prepared for a vicious tongue lashing as he pulled back, only to shock you as you saw unshed tears in his eyes, nothing but worry in his features.

-He was mad with you- once he got back the upset part, “I almost lost you! I didn’t know you did such dangerous things! Why didn’t you tell me?! And don’t tell me that you didn’t want me to worry!”

-You had no answer, because that’s exactly what it was- and he scolded you a second time, reminding you of what he does and that he knows danger and wants to know if you’re in danger, “You’re the only one I have- I can’t lose you too!”

-You murmured apologies into his hair as he hugged you, calling you an idiot, which you took- knowing that you had been the foolish one.

-You only had to spend two days at the hospital, luckily your wounds weren't serious and you were discharged into your husband’s loving arms, as you were now on leave to heal from your wounds.

-Jack basically grounded you- you weren’t allowed to go out without him, and he didn’t allow you to do anything- he became a mother hen, not letting you lift, bend, or do anything without helping you.

-However, you let him, you knew that you had upset him, and he was doing this to remind you of that- so he could help you heal. You did like teasing him sometimes, holding out your good arm, “I’m lonely without you cuddling me!”

-He turned so red, scolding you for being so shameless while you couldn’t help but grin- he was so cute. Jack knew you were intelligent- so he knew exactly what you were doing, teasing him.

-He held you close, giving in to your request and you hugged him with your one good arm, sighing softly and he couldn’t help but melt into your embrace, “You’re a brat I hope you know.” You pressed a kiss to his temple, “I know- but I’m your brat!”

-The swat to your thigh was worth it as you laughed warmly as he snuggled down, hugging you close.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper

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inevitably-johnlocked · 7 months

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Halloween Fics (MFLs) [October 2023 Edition]

See also:

Halloween Fics (Oct 2018)

Halloween and Ghosts (updated Oct 31/21)

Vampires (Dec. 2020)

Ghosts / Figments

Hybrids and Shapeshifters

Hey everyone!! Hope you're having a wonderful day! Today I thought that it's been a long time since I've posted an update to my Halloween fic list, but I haven't read many new fics since, so I though for today's post (because I don't have anything ready anyway) I would go through my MFL List and post up the ones that have been recommended to me throughout the years! Please note I have not read any of these, these are just based on a tag search on my offlline list :)

And because I haven't actually been asked this year for some new fics (I usually do so I am sad lol), I guess I shall make a new list without one!

As usual, please feel free to add your own fics!

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Mummy by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (T, 901 w., 1 Ch. || UAP Canon Divergence, Halloween, Meeting the Parents) – Meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time can be a bit scary. Especially when your boyfriend is Sherlock Holmes. Part 12 of the Spooky Johnlock Stories series

What Didn't Happen by Katzedecimal (T, 1,213 w., 1 Ch. || Costumes, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Halloween, Texting, Case Fic) – There is a very short Conan busying about the flat. He's threatening me with a sword if I don't eat something.

Until the final breath escapes by meet_me_in_samarra (M, 1,875 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Domestics, Established Relationship, Mild Gore, Kissing) – In a world turned hostile they hold onto their love until the final breath escapes.

John Watson and the Curse of the Were-Kitten by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (G, 2,193 w., 2 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Supernatural AU || Halloween, Spooky Fluff) – Limping away from the crime scene, John glanced up at a nearby rooftop. His mouth dropped open at what he saw: Sherlock, silhouetted against the rising full moon. Realising that he was gawping like a fool, John looked around to make sure he wasn’t being observed. When he turned back, Sherlock had vanished. All that remained on the rooftop was a small black kitten, padding between the chimney pots. Part 1 of the Spooky Johnlock Stories series, Part 5 of the H.I.A.T.U.S. Prompt Fills

These Hands of Yours by okapi (E, 2,700 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || Supernatural Elements, Horror, Hands, Anal Fisting / Fingering, Halloween) – Holmes has casts made of his hands. Watson falls in love. So do the hands.

His favourite pizza (delivery guy) by thewallflower07 (G, 4,298 w., 1 Ch. || Teenager AU || Flirting John, Annoying Mycroft, Med Student John, Horny Teenagers, Halloween, High School Student Sherlock, Pizza) – Sherlock is staying at a hotel on Halloween with his family and keeps insisting they order pizza because he is infatuated with the very cute, blonde delivery boy.

Wanted: Empath by nutmeag83 (T, 4,886 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU || Empath John, Ghost Hunter Sherlock, Halloween, Haunted Houses, Pining John, Resolved Romantic Tension, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock is a ghost hunter and John his empath assistant. Near Halloween, they investigate a ghostly sighting at a mansion in the English countryside. The events of their investigation bring their feelings for each other to the fore.

Food goes on the food shelf by avalanching effect (G, 5,283 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Pre-Slash, Crack/Humour, Cannibalism, Magical Realism, Witches, Light Gore, POV Sherlock) – John, (without conferring with Sherlock) implements a system of organization in the kitchen. There are areas designated as 'experiment' areas, and others as 'food safe' areas. Crossover, however, is bound to happen.

In a manner of speaking I'm dead by fellshish (T, 6,372 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Mystrade, Angst With Happy Ending, PIning, First Kiss, Drunk Idiots, Drinking Games, Humour) – Sherlock and John accidentally dress in matching outfits for Lestrade's Halloween party. Things only get worse: someone pushes them to play 'Never have I ever'.

A Beautifully Frightening Revelation by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (M, 6,486 w., 2 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU|| Ghosts, Haunted House, First Kiss/Times, Frottage, Fluff, Halloween, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing, Spooky) – John and Sherlock are investigating an isolated country manor haunted by a mischievous ghost. A series of spooky incidents brings them together in a candlelit bedroom, the night ripe for revelations and facing fears.

The Babadook by CatieBrie (T, 6,886 w., 1 Ch. || Babadook Fusion || Post-TRF, Horror, Demonic Possession, Violence, Halloween, Grief, Angst with Happy Ending) – “A children’s book,” John mutters as he flips it open. The pages are scrawled with beautiful charcoal lines and thick black ink. The cover, bright red, edges the open pages and something tugs at the back of John’s brain. It’s a familiar feeling, black and tarrish and thick in his thoughts. He shakes it off and picks the book up off his bed, turning so that he can sit on the edge and spread the book out across his knees. If it’s in a word or it’s in a look, you can’t get rid of the Babadook. He turns the page, ignoring the pressure building beneath his chest. There’s a closet on one page; paper doors meant to be opened by the reader flutter as John reads the text on the other page.

The Spirit Child by VelvetMace (M, 7,287 w., 1 Ch. || Psychological Horror, Disturbing Themes, Horror, Gore) – A small wooden box filled with clay and feotus bones yields more than just clues to a violent murder. A Halloween Story. Read at your own risk -- and I do not say this lightly.

Were it Well by merelypassingtime (G, 7,496 w., 6 Ch. || Shapeshifter AU || Crack, Halloween) – When moving in with the world's only consulting detective John is concerned he won't be able to keep his secret. Turns out he need not have worried.

In the Shadows of 221B by CarmillaCarmine (E, 8,299 w., 5 Ch. || Halloween, Friends to Lovers, Spooky Smut) – On a stormy, Halloween night, Sherlock appears changed, but John isn't about to complain about anything Sherlock wants to do to him. Part 10 of the The Stories of Angst and Heartbreak series

Let's Say I Let You In by kedgeree (E, 9,972 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE|| Halloween, Costume Kink, Established Relationship, Humour, Smut, Vampire Sherlock, Bloodplay, Biting, Romance) – It's Halloween and Sherlock's vampire costume is turning John on, but Sherlock doesn't quite get the idea of a sexy vampire. At least…not at first. Part 4 of the Holidays series

The Subtenant by khorazir (T, 12,238 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, Halloween, Magical Realism, Humour, Ghosts, Banter, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – When you have ruled out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Hence, there can be no doubt about it: 221B is haunted. Sherlock and John set out to investigate their new subtenant and find out more than they bargained for.

Hallowe'en Homecoming by earlybloomingparentheses (T, 12,594 w., 1 Ch. || Unconventional Relationship, Halloween, Sherlock’s Childhood, Family Videos) – Sherlock and John are solving a case when Mycroft turns up and persuades Sherlock to return home for his mother's Hallowe'en celebration. John thinks that seeing where Sherlock grew up will help him understand the detective better; instead, he finds himself more confused than ever. But it's John Watson's job to look after Sherlock Holmes, come hell, high water, or Hallowe'en, so that's just what he's going to do.

Looks like something the cat digged out by HOverSeas (T, 12,876 w., 1 Ch || Magical Realism AU || Post-TGG, Canon Divergence, Halloween, Hurt/Comfort, Werecat John, Temporary Character Death) – The bomb at the pool goes off, and takes both Sherlock and Moriarty with it. John doesn't agree with the outcome, so he decides to bring Sherlock back from the dead. But, of course, there is a price.

Zing and You'll Miss It by Raina_at (M, 14,980 w., 2 Ch. || Hotel Transylvania AU || Vampire Sherlock, Crack/Humour, Rom Com, University Student John, Love at First Sight, Magic, Soul Mates, Minor Mollstrade) – Every year, the monster community meets at Halloween for a big party. Sherlock is bored out of his mind as usual, when suddenly a handsome human stumbles into the monster party. Eyes meet, sparks fly, and Sherlock's entire world is turned upside down as he has to decide whether that tingly feeling is lust, love, magic, or a combination of all three.

The Masquerade of the Red Death by okapi (E, 16,800 w., 14 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, For A Case / Case Fic, Kink Exploration, Orgy, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Bum Worship, Shotgunning, Daddy Kink, Corsetry, Cock Worship, Praise Kink, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Drugging, Wrestling, Love Confessions, Pet Play, Rimming, Public Sex/Blow Jobs, Shibari, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism) – On the hunt for a serial killer, Sherlock & John attend a masked orgy. Inspired by "The Masque of the Red Death" by Edgar Allan Poe. Part 11 of the Spooky & Kooky (the Halloween fics)

One Good Scare by blueink3 (M, 17,386 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Holmes Family, Parentlock, Misunderstandings, Family, Fluff and Angst, Jealousy, Halloween, Happy Ending) – Mummy invites Sherlock, John, and Rosie to the country for her birthday, which just so happens to coincide with the annual Harvest Festival, an event Sherlock loathes. With John seemingly making the wrong move at every turn and with ghosts hiding in each of their closets, what will it take for their (Halloween) masks to finally come off?

The Halloween Party by XistentialAngst (M, 19,044 w., 3 Ch. || Halloween, Sexy Sherlock, Vampires, Costumes/Disguises, Mutual Masturbation, BAMF John, First Time, Humour, Romance, Frottage, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John attend a Halloween party on the trail of a vampire killer -- a man who's been seducing his victims and taking all their blood. Sexy costumes, bad puns, hideous danger, frantic sex in hidden places and some Halloween-flavored fluff are all on hand to "treat" you. Boo.

it's not always black and wight by elldotsee (M, 21,385 w., 7 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU || Ghosts, Halloween, Case Fic, Victor Trevor) – By the time he turned eight, Sherlock had had more supernatural experiences than he could count or recall. He’d grown used to flickering lights, the whispers in the night, the sudden appearance of apparitions in the corridors. The dead were just as much a part of his life as the living. He went about his business, never disrupting theirs.Sometimes he talked to them, but they never talked back. Sometimes, he heard their stories second-hand, in the snippets of conversation between his parents at the dinner table, but they were never spoken about like real people. They were simply characters that formed the tapestry of the house, bumps and flickers of a life stuck in the in-between. That is, until he met Victor.

Haunted by Vulpesmellifera (E, 22,369 w., 4 Ch. || S4 Fix-It/Post-Canon, POV John, Child Endangerment, Halloween, Nightmares, Bed Sharing) – Plagued by the past, John moves himself and his daughter to a new flat for a fresh start - and it's not 221B Baker Street.While he grapples with new knowledge and old guilt, he's confronted with odd neighbors and strange noises in the night. But is it the new flat, or is John Watson losing his grip on reality?

the napoleon by darcylindbergh (E, 24,823 w., 4 Ch. || 1980′s AU || Halloween, Action & Romance, Costumes, Costume Parties/Masquerades, Mutual Pining, First Kiss / Time) – Halloween, 1989: John and Sherlock both have big plans for the night, but serial killers have the worst possible timing.

From a Well, Dark and Deep by Vulpesmellifera (M, 32,691 w., 18 Ch. || Post S4, Supernatural Elements, Horror / Milld Body Horror, Bed Sharing, Possession, Hand Holding, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Coming Out, Alternating POV, Nightmares, Caring John, Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is desperately trying to reconcile his newfound memories and feelings within his transport—a transport that won’t quit with the nightmares and the strange, fiddly anxieties that crop up at the most inopportune moments. On the advice of his psychiatrist—not that he’s thrilled to be taking the man’s advice, but needs must—he's going to mark the anniversary of Eurus’ torments. That explains why he visits the well. What he finds at the well, though, is entirely unexpected. Meanwhile, John Watson has finally come to terms with something he’s ignored his entire life. He’s ready to share that something with Sherlock, except Sherlock isn’t acting himself. It's not the time for confessions, and John determines he must get to the bottom of his best friend's affliction before he can reveal anything. Part 3 of Vulpes' Halloween Johnlock

This Is Family by SaraStarchild (T, 39,840 w., 16 Ch. || Hereditary AU || Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Demonic Possession, POV Third Person Limited, Protective Mycroft, Cults, Mycroft Whump, Sherlock Whump, Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Retelling) – When the Holmes family's secretive mother and matriarch, Ellen Holmes, passes away, the family she leaves behind – father Martin, sons Mycroft and Sherlock, and daughter Eurus – begins to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry. The more they discover, the more they find themselves trying to outrun the sinister fate they seem to have inherited. This is, pretty much, a word-for-word retelling of the 2018 Ari Aster film, Hereditary. Part 1 of Sherlock Halloween Stories

A Sharp, Dressed Man Series by sgam76 (T, 50,221+ w. across 6 works || Series WiP || Vampire AU || Halloween Fic, Protective Mycroft, Kidnapping, Injured Sherlock, Psychological Terror) – Every once in a while, Mycroft Holmes is called upon to take matters into his own hands. It doesn't always go exactly as you'd expect. And he enjoys it more than he will ever admit.

FictoberLock 2018 by FinAmour & unicornpoe (M, 60,875 w., 31 Ch. || Halloween, Protective John, Smitten Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Injured Sherlock, Various Prompts) – 31 different prompts, 31 Johnlock fics: one every day for the month of October! Each chapter is a stand-alone story. Some are written by unicornpoe, some by FinAmour, and some are written by us both! They range in length from ~500 words to ~3500 words, and there’s something in here for everyone.

Johnloctober by prettysailorsoldier (E, 169,945 w., 31 Ch. || Assorted AU’s || Alternate First Meetings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, 30 Day OTP Challenge, Prompts, Halloween / Autumn, Assorted Tags) – 31 days of autumnal Johnlock with prompts from all of you! There will be a bit of everything, but you can check the tags for more specifics.

Skeletons Series by flawedamythyst (T, 174,262 w. across 3 works || Nightmare Before Christmas Fusion || Implied Character Death) – Sherlock's refusal to talk about his past hides far more skeletons than John could ever have guessed at. Halloween-esque AU.

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strangelockd · 1 year

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I love you

Pairing: SherlockHolmes x Reader

Synopsis: it’s getting late, but your son has a special request for more music

Warnings: fluff and angst, (kinda proof read, Ill fix it later if I find errors)

A/N: I know two fics in one week!!!! 😮

Please accept this small fic of tooth rotting fluff as I finish up ‘Darling You Taste Divine’. Its Sherlock being a perfect adorable dad so naturally its catnip right?

“Play it again daddy play it again!”

Your son squealed with glee as your husband played his violin, its something you all have come to enjoy doing every evening. His little green eyes lit up as he gazed upon his father, he was his hero and best friend. He always felt like an outcast, but ever since you came into his life that changed for him. With the birth of his son came this human that looked at him not as a “highly functioning sociopath”, but as a hero, and someone to look up to. As far as he was concerned Sherlock could do anything.

“John William Holmes for the last time daddies hands are tired and he needs a break” you stated sweetly to your only son.

His little head turned to you with hands clasped pleading, “aw come on mom, just one more song pleeeeease!” Noticing his eyes getting bigger it was hard saying no when he has the eyes of his father. He always had his fathers tenacity and you admired that. Glancing over to your husband his bottom lip quivered in what looked like a cute attempt at a begging pout. Rolling your eyes you smiled and obliged, “ok fine alright but just one song, ok daddy. I don’t want him up to late” you and Sherlock eyed each other in a knowing glance and he gave a smiling wink.

“Oh trust me He won’t be the one up late tonight,” He gave that look that sent a flutter in your core. Returning his gaze to your son he smiled

“So, what does my little prince want me to play?” He plucked the strings gently with a smile across his face, “shall daddy play Mary Had A Little Lamb? I know mummy loves that one.”

“Ya daddy play that one!”

He winked at you across the room returning his instrument to his chin playing the classic melody. You noticed he eyed you and mouthed the words “I love you” that made you blush and blow a kiss in return. Over the years watching the happiness glow in both of there eyes made your heart burst more and more. There was nothing Sherlock wouldn’t do for you both.

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So Smart, Those Boys Part 1

Sherlock Holmes. Weirdo of the college. Thin, pale, and queerer than hell. He wears skirts, is addicted to crime TV, and is the smartest person anyone knows. Only eighteen years old and in his third year of college classes. Everyday he bounces around school in his beat to hell converse and button downs and flies through classes. He reads textbooks for fun and he’s rude. Sherlock Holmes does not have friends, he’s said so himself. He’s turned down every party offer and confessions of crushes he’s ever gotten. Sherlock Holmes is a fucking weirdo who doesn’t even fuck. A loser. A rich brilliant pompous loser. Then there’s John. John Watson. Med student, Vice President of pep club, and the only person who’s ever caught Sherlock’s eye. From the first day, Sherlock made it a mission to plant himself nicely on whatever is in John Watson's trousers.

Everyday he bounces around school in his beat to hell converse and button downs and flies through classes. He reads textbooks for fun and he’s rude. Sherlock Holmes does not have friends, he’s said so himself. He’s turned down every party offer and confessions of crushes he’s ever gotten. Sherlock Holmes is a fucking weirdo who doesn’t even fuck. A loser. A rich brilliant pompous loser.

Then there’s John. John Watson. Med student, Vice President of pep club, and the only person who’s ever caught Sherlock’s eye. The short light haired man was in one of Sherlock’s anatomy classes. It’s actually the only class he’s attended for a full year, both semesters.

Sherlock had come in to get his final exam on the second week and he had spotted him. Strong build, cute face, but what really caught Sherlock was his hands. They were by no means big but they looked so... strong. Sherlock had told the professor to ‘ never mind ’ and made his way to the other boy.

John was in the middle of talking to some girl. Molly might have been her name. Sherlock had tried to swing his hips a bit and bounce a little bit more in his mid length skirt. He had picked out his plain black skirt and a purple tight button up.

John had looked at him and stopped talking.

This... person. This person looked amazing. Amazing in a model kind of way. A natural kind of sculpture way. Tall, slim, high cheekbones, trim waist, curly short hair, and breathtaking eyes. Blue and crystal like diamonds or rain droplets. His eyes caught on the way the bottom of the skirt bounced up slightly with each step they took, revealing just a sliver of porcelain skin above the high tops and plain grey crew socks.

Molly also looked but then sighed. She rolled her eyes and made a fake smile.

“Hi Sherlock. What are you doing here? Taking your final?” Molly asked and John looked confused for a moment. Sherlock gave Molly a face. A Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking bitch kind of stink face. Molly Hooper. He had rejected her multiple times before she finally got the hint. Now she isn’t his biggest fan.

“No Molly, I'm here to take the class actually.” Sherlock said and then stepped up to John. Sherlock smiled and looked down at him. He tried to make his heart stop thumping against his chest but that attempt was failing.

John was even better to see up close. A good specimen of a human male. Clean hair, washed face, focused eyes, clean ears, close shaven and smooth skin. The few flaws he saw made him even more attracted. Razor burn under his jaw, slight bags under his eyes, not so neat hair, chapped lips. Sherlock had to force himself not to sigh at the sight.

“Hi.” Sherlock said in an almost strained voice.

John blushed and bit and then smiled and tried his best to keep his eyes on the other person’s but... wow nice body. Lanky and thin yet so… something. Something John couldn’t put his finger on.

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you. I’m John Watson.” John said and stuck out his hand, shaking himself out of his study of the other. Sherlock smiled and bit his bottom lip looking down at the extended hand. He gently shook it, he didn’t shake many people’s hands. He didn’t touch many people.

When his hand met John’s he made three observations. One being that John had very warm hands. Warm and calluses and not sweaty but so lovely warm. The second being that John Watson must type very fast and must do many things with his hands because they’re quite muscular. Almost oddly muscular for hands. Thick and strong and warm hands that Sherlock hands to touch more. He made one more observation as he pulled his hand away. John Watson either hates him, wants to have sex with him, or is scared of him. His heartbeat quickened a noticeable amount in the short few seconds their hands were together.

“It’s really nice to meet you John. Where’re you going to sit? Maybe we can sit together? I’m Sherlock by the way...” Sherlock said and looked around. He couldn’t deny that his heartbeat was also elevated. John Watson was… attractive. Sure Sherlock knew John was good looking by society’s standards but he’d never thought he’d be truly attracted to someone’s looks. And He was very attracted to John’s good looks and strong stature.

Molly was kind of glaring at him but she turned and walked off. Wonderful. Alone time with John. Well… alone kind of.

John nodded and looked over at where he was going to sit with a few other pep club members but he decided against it.

“Um, over there. I… just haven’t put my stuff down yet.” He said as he confidently walked over to a seat in the back corner at one of the many blue two person tables. Sherlock happily followed him, smile wide on his face.

“I love sitting in the back, it makes me more comfortable in the summer.” Sherlock said and slid in the seat next to John, who looked at him curiously.

Sherlock put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his upturned palms. He let his eyes settle on a straying blonde hair that was sticking to the other’s forehead. He likes looking at John. Easy on the eyes most people would say. Sherlock rather thought that John was perfectly asymmetrical. He’d like to see his body without his sweater. Or shirt. Or pant- I need to see him without his pants. Sherlock thought and felt his face heat up.

“Why? Are the fans back here?” John said and looked up at the ceiling confused about his comment. Sherlock giggled a bit and smiled. It shook him from his… not so modest thoughts. But not too shaken. No… not shaken enough.

“No~ I always feel like the professors are looking up my skirts. And ya know getting stared at when people give presentations. I’d much rather sit back here and be able to sit comfortably.” Sherlock explained and spread his legs out so his knee was touching John’s. He was smiling softly. He could feel the heat radiating from John’s leg even through the thick fabric of his skirt and the denim of John’s jeans. John blushed and looked to the side, his mind was whirling around a bit.

“Oh... well I suppose that does help. Uh do you mind me asking um well ya know um...” John struggled; he wanted to ask what Sherlock identified as but he didn’t want to say it wrong. John was already caught in his grasp but he didn’t want to offend him. Honestly John was just hoping Sherlock wasn’t just teasing. Sure John had had quite a few girlfriends while he was attending uni but… Sherlock had an air about them something… weirdly compelling. Oddly attractive. Magnetic and almost addictive. Weird and John loves it.

Sherlock smiled and let out a small breath of air from his nose before answering.

“Oh John, you’re so cute. I’m a man, I just like to be comfortable. Honestly if I hated myself anymore I believe I would simply melt. Dressing... a certain way makes me happy. But if you were wondering, I am a cis man.” Sherlock said and watched John nod. John wasn’t gay. Not completely. He just wasn’t straight. Not gay. Not straight.

John tried to look Sherlock up and down in a bit of a not obvious way but failed. He couldn’t help but look from his knobby ankles to where his skirt hugged his waist to where the buttons on his shirt pulled tight over his thin chest to his eyes. God those eyes. Piercing and knowing. Like Sherlock knew exactly what he was thinking.

Sherlock smirked and reached out with one hand to trace down John’s bicep with one finger. Causing John’s eyes to go big and surprise. He held still though, keeping still and staring at the other pers-man. The other man.

“You know John, you’re quite handsome. Oh~ strong too.” Sherlock said and used his fingers to press into the thick muscle that was hidden beneath the other boy’s cream colored sweater. He just wanted to get a sense of what was hiding under the winter clothes. It only made his heart beat pick up even more and make him more intrigued. He just needed to know what John looked like under all his clothes, what he looked like in just his skin.

John blushed and coughed into his hand. Finally pulling away from the gentle examination.

“Thank uh Thank you.” John said and looked awkwardly away from Sherlock.

‘ Does he not like me? Maybe he’s just straight. Ugh I thought he was bi. I mean he cuffs his jeans... that could be because he’s so short. Is that a stereotype? I’m a stereotype. I shouldn’t judge him on what he wears. Maybe I’m just not his type. ‘M never anyone I like’s type.. .’ went through Sherlock’s mind. He’s not really ever liked that many people but even the few he has they never liked him back. They’ve just called him a freak or a weirdo and passed him on. Sherlock’s smile dropped and he pulled his backpack around to sit on the table. He pulled out his notebook and his pen. John just dropped his bag onto the floor and fished out his own note taking supplies.

Sherlock couldn’t help but notice that he had a green pencil with sparkles on it. Cute. He thought and looked back at his own paper.

Once the lecture started Sherlock didn’t pay much attention to the old man speaking. No, he paid attention to the way John held his pencil and wrote in a sloppy way. He wrote like someone who’s used to typing. Sloppy but clear enough to know what the words were. Another characteristic Sherlock found endearing. John will have such a bad doctor’s script he thought and then blushed and looked back down at his paper. Sherlock doodled and scratched around until the lecture was over.

“You didn’t take any notes. Do you want to borrow mine.” John said as he looked over at the curly haired boy’s notebook. Sherlock closed his notebook and packed it away in his bag, shaking his head. The last few minutes he’d been so distracted watching the muscles in the back of John’s hand flex and move he’d become… hot under the collar a bit.

“Don’t need them. I’ll remember it.” Sherlock said and smiled at John and then hurried out to his next class, backpack slung around his shoulders. He was glad the fabric of his skirt was thick enough to hide the small bulge that was definitely pushing the front of his boxer briefs forward.

John was so confused. Why was Sherlock acting like this now? Was John reading into this too far by thinking Sherlock wanted to be friends? More than friends? John left it. Might be a fluke. Fuckin’ suck if it’s a fluke. He’s hot.

Sherlock went about his day as always and so did John. It was easy to go about your day and pretend nothing happened. No sparks were flying. Nope. There was no mutual attraction. No way.

Next Chapter ->

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imagines--galore · 1 year

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May I request Reader has trust issues and still can't trust Sherlock's love, he loves her dearly so he makes her comfortable and does every sweet to have her complete trust ?

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None, just Sherlock being cute :3 A/N: Gah! I love all these requests! Thank you so much for sending it in!

You had had your heart broken one too meany times in the past. The most recent heartbreak had occurred in the form of your almost fiancée disappearing off the face of the Earth, and when Sherlock had deduced he had run off with another woman you had been skeptical.

Deciding to go and confront him yourself, and with Sherlock wanting to have gloating rights when you found what he said was true, you had taken a small trip to where Sherlock said he was hiding.

And sure enough, you had find him there. Proposing marriage to another woman.

Whatever words of victory Sherlock had been about to voice died the moment he beheld the look of utter heartbreak and devastation on your face. One that had him wanting to go and deck the man for hurting you so badly. He had even offered to do so, but you had declined, and the two of you had returned back to London.

Yet somehow, despite his best efforts, Sherlock hadn't been able to get the thought of you out of his mind. No matter what he did, he would always get around to thinking about you. And once he voiced his concerns about it to John and Mary, the former had shaken his head at his friend's oblivious nature, while his wife had clapped her hands in delight and said something that had nearly made Sherlock fall off his seat.

"You fancy her, Sherlock."

You had been surprised when Sherlock had dropped by your little bakery/cafe a few days after solving your case. If you didn't know any better, he was just as surprised at finding himself there.

Still the two of you were polite to one another, and you spoke a little before he ate whatever he had asked you to recommend and left.

It became something of a ritual between the two of you as the days turned to weeks.

Sherlock would drop by, ask you to recommend him something to eat and you would sit at his table and just chat. He always picked the time when there was no rush hour, and as the owner, you allowed yourself to sit and just speak to him.

He would come nearly every other day, though when he had a particularly exciting case that required his undivided attention he would miss out on visiting you but you didn't mind. Whenever he would return he would be buzzing with excitement and would proceed to tell you every single detail of the case. And it would always take your breath away, just how amazingly he would solve each case and how brilliant his mind was.

The two of your would share some leftover pastry and drink tea, talking into the wee hours of the morning.

One time he had come in with someone he introduced as his friends, John and Mary Watson. You had immediately taken a liking to the couple and so your friend circle grew. And though Sherlock would come in with them often, he would always take time to come alone.

Truth be told, you had to credit getting over your recent heartbreak to Sherlock. He was the perfect distraction from just how much the man's betrayal had hurt you. Though you came to see him as a friend as time went by, which was strange because according to Mary, Sherlock didn't make any friends.

She had once commented on the fact when she had stopped by to pick up some cupcakes. You had waved her off saying that despite the front he put up, Sherlock had a kind heart and only took pity on you because of what you had endured.

Still it was surprising when you encountered Sherlock's older brother sitting in your cafe one day. He had been a little rude and you had a sneaking suspicion that you were being tested. Maybe he was just over-protective of his younger brother? Which you found to be sweet and was something you had pointed out to Mycroft Holmes as he left your establishment. The man had denied such claims and left in a huff, though not before you had been able to catch a slightly surprised and guilty look across his face.

You were definitely on par with your assumptions.

However, what you hadn't been expecting was Sherlock to come bursting in just moments before you closed up and demand to know what his brother has said to you. He looked strange, his eyes wide and for the first time you saw what Sherlock looked like when he was afraid. You had reassured him, saying that though Mycroft had told you to back off if you had any ulterior motives, you had set him straight.

That was the first night Sherlock had hugged you.

For someone who claimed to have no regard for physical touch, he had to be one of the best hugs you had ever had in your life. His very warmth and presence calmed you and the way his body relaxed against your own, you knew he felt the same way as well. You had both flushed red when you broke apart, and proceeded to carry out your normal routine of sharing something sweet and tea. Though this time he had food delivered to your shop since the both of you stayed there the entire night.

Just talking.

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His confession came at a time when he had just finished a case and was pumped full of adrenaline. The natural kind, he had assured you.

It had been a particularly hard case, with multiple people dead and more to come, not to mention the killer was mocking Sherlock every step of the way. He hadn't visited for nearly two weeks, and you admitted to yourself that you missed him. John would keep you updated, since you didn't want to text Sherlock yourself for fear of distracting him, you knew how much he loved to stay focused on his case.

Sherlock had burst into the office of your cafe where you had been working on the budget for the next month. He hadn't even given you time to greet him when he had scooped you in his arms and twirled you around. You shrieked, playfully smacking his shoulder and laughing as you demanded to be put down.

He had done so, though he still kept his arms around you, and you around him. His blue eyes were gleaming and you were smiling widely at him, ecstatic to see him again. Perhaps it was the reason why you didn't pull away when his face lowered and your head tilted back as your lips finally pressed together in what would be the first of many many kisses.

Despite the obvious affection you had for Sherlock, and how much he seemed to adore you, you still had a long road ahead of you. Given how your previous relationships had worked out, you had told Sherlock that it would take time for you to trust him completely.

And, surprisingly, he understood. He had been there when he had seen your heart break. Never before had Sherlock been aware of the effects of a broke heart, and it still made him angry at how your previous boyfriend had treated you.

"I need time."

He had simply kissed your forehead and smiled.

"Well I can be very patient when I want to be Y/N."

Where Sherlock had been a little hesitant before, he was now more outright about his feelings for you. John once told you how Sherlock had stayed up multiple nights just so he could finish composing the perfect musical piece that matched your soul. His words, John had quickly added, making you blush and look away, unable to see just how lucky you were to having someone as dedicated as Sherlock at your side.

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You were made aware of the true depth of your feelings for Sherlock one night when you were closing up and the person you had least expected walked in.

Your ex-boyfriend.

You were stunned, staring at him as if you had seen a ghost. The feelings and memories you had worked so hard to get rid of over the past few months all came rushing back as he began to talk. He apologized for the way he had left, how he didn't realize how good he had had, and that it was just a mistake, that he was no longer with the other girl.

You had simply stood there, lips pressed in a thin line as he pleaded with you.

"I'm going to ask you to leave." You had finally stated, firm but sure. He had tried to grab your hands but you had stepped out of the way. Your response seemed to get a rise out of him as he approached you, claiming how you would never get anyone better then him.

It was at that moment you had glanced over his shoulder to see Sherlock walking into the cafe. The utter relief and feeling of safety and security that overwhelmed you in that moment had you making a break for Sherlock and throwing your arms around him. He managed to catch you in the last second, his blue gaze murderous as he glared at the man who had been standing too close to you.

"If you do not leave within the next few seconds, I will make it so that you never even existed." Sherlock's voice held promise as he continued to glare at the man, still holding you in his arms. Your Ex seemed to be flustered, obviously not expecting someone like Sherlock to be there for you.

Still the man didn't wait to find out if Sherlock would carry out his threat. Though as he passed, Sherlock stepped away from you, only to grab the man by the collar of his shirt so he would look him in the eye. "And if you ever bother Y/N again, they'll never find your body." The chill in his voice was enough to make you shiver. Reaching out you gently laid a hand on his arm, causing his entire body to relax as he let go of the man, who wasted no time in sprinting out of there.

With the threat gone, Sherlock turned his attention to you.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He said, referring to how he had spoken to y our ex. You shook your head, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together.

"No, I'm glad I did." He gave you an adorably confused look at which you reached up and cupped his cheek. "Because now I know I can trust you with my heart."

His answering expression of utter astonishment and delight had you laughing softly as you pressed your lips against his. The embrace was every bit as sweet and perfect as one of your decadent cakes, and Sherlock couldn't help but file away everything about that moment in his Mind Palace.

From the way your lips felt against his, warm and soft, to the gentle grip of your hands on his shoulders. The firmness of your body against his, yet just how soft you were. The scent of melted chocolate and vanilla that you always carried given your profession, and also the fact that when he kissed you, his over-racing mind would slow down, as if it wanted to savor every second with you.

"I still say I should've punched him." He whispered against your mouth, once the two of you broke for air.

"For once Sherlock take the win without any violence." You giggled against his lips before distracting him with another kiss, muffling whatever he had been about to say.

And for once Sherlock was all too happy to stop talking and reciprocate.

#sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock x oc #bbc sherlock

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doizy · 5 months

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Wonderful Precure Leaks discussion

Ever since the first leaks for wonderful surfaced, I've been thinking about the notable differences in design within the two "duos". The most obvious that only one cure of each duos appears to have animal's traits (wonderful has her little dog ears looking pigtails while nyammy has cat's ears). Lots of people have been guessing that they might be this season's fairies which seems likely to me. But another detail that I find interesting is that while those two cures wear little crowns while the others, Friendy and Lillian, wear respectively a little deerstalker and a tiny top hat. Given that those designs choice immediately made me think of Sherlock Holmes I've been wondering if the season is meant to have a detective theme?

I think it could be a fun concept if for exemple the monsters were more sneaky that they usually are and the cures had to investigate before confronting them...

Also the design of the cures looking like two matching duos goes with the trope of the detective and his companion.Having the human cures be the "Holmes" with their fairy partners be their "Watson" would be such a cute dynamic...

#precure #wonderful precure #wonderful precure spoilers #i've been wondering a lot about lillian top hat #because that's usually a ''masc'' design choice for precure (see wing and chocolat) but the rest of her outfit really doesn't have this vibe #anyway i'm excited!

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charliedawn · 1 year

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Sherlock x Reader

The Happy Coffee Shop

Sweet and tooth rotting. That's it...

Actually, no.

There's pain.

And death.

But, it starts sweet.

I did my best.

Therefore, nobody can judge me.

Enjoy.

You knew for a fact that a lot of people needed compliments in their life.

Children needed them to grow up.

Teenagers needed them to push through life.

Adults needed them to accept themselves.

And old people needed them to know that they hadn't been forgotten.

So, you had decided to take it upon yourself to make sure everyone you met got at least one. People always seemed to be surprised when they would first hear about the Happy coffee shop and it's very peculiar rules:

1) All customers must be provided with a name tag (chosen by themselves, or by the employees)

2) All customers must give a compliment and receive at least one.

3) Respect is a must.

4) No one is allowed out without having smiled. Happy Oath oblige.

You had written those rules for fun one day, but it had started a trend and now, you were overflowing with people wishing to have a good time. Some did call you naive for those rules, but you had never let it bring you down. Your heart had always known you were meant to bring joy to other people, and you knew that heart-felt compliments were usually the best way to make someone's day.

You had decided to create the perfect coffee shop with its principles written on the door, so that it would offer the services of a qualified coffee shop while the customers felt as if they had found a true second home.

Another one of the coffee shop's policy was that everyone must be provided with a cute or funny nickname in order to be comfortable to share and be whoever they wanted in the coffee shop. It was also a fun way to greet each other and even though you could use real names, it was only in case of emergencies, or if the customer was to decline his first nickname and until they were provided a new one.

So, everyone had a pin tag with their cute little nickname.

Smiles was your name tag, and it allowed everyone to recognize you instantly. The nicknames made the customers smile, and it was always fun to come up with them as an employee, and extremely gratifying as the one at the origin of the coffee shop's policy.

The nicknames usually came with the first order. It also brought its fair amount of people to the place, as compliments were always a good way to make someone smile. You had first been afraid of having but a few customers, but people kept coming in and participate in the games organized or to have a drink.

They usually all left with a smile. It was the real goal of the shop. No one was allowed to be unhappy, or be left alone in their sorrow. Hence, no one had ever been able to keep a straight face and even skeptics had eventually came and given it a chance.

But then, HE showed up.

You didn't know at the time, but Sherlock Holmes would become your greatest challenge.

In the coffee shop:

You were washing the cups when your friend (one of the employees) nudged you playfully.

"Hey, Smiles. That one's for you."

You smiled back at her before looking up, ready to welcome the next customer when you suddenly froze. He was like a blotch of ink in the very colorful setting...The stranger was tall, and seemed to be scrutinizing the surroundings with keen attention. He wasn't a regular, and just by the way he was looking down at all the other customers was enough to make you slightly frown in disapproval. You shouldn't allow people to be looked at with such disdain in your coffee shop.

You now understood why the other employee had passed him down to you. A judgmental skeptic. It was as clear as day. He was looking around with a keen eye and a slight mocking curve of his lips. You wouldn't allow your safe place to be compromised by bad energy. You were about to call him out on it when another thought appeared in your mind.

What if he was a critic and was judging your coffee shop for some kind of review ? Besides, a customer was a customer and you would make that mocking smirk turn into a real bright one soon enough. So, you only kept your smile and asked politely.

"Can I help you, sir ?"

You had dealt with skeptics before. And even though you didn't allow judgment on the other customers, it didn't mean you wouldn't serve him right. It was against everything you believed in. He seemed to suddenly remember where he was and slowly turned towards you.

When his eyes laid on you and your eyes met, it took your breath away. His eyes were bright and beautiful—like a sapphire with green hues.

The perfect nickname presented itself to you on a silver platter as he calmly walked to you and told you his order. You were momentarily dazed and tried not to stare too much.

He seemed so out of place. It was obvious he wasn't the type to go out; his hair was disheveled and he looked like someone who hadn't slept in a few days..But, it didn't make him any less gorgeous.

But, you knew a black cat had made its way into your lair.

Maybe was it your superstitious side, but you were certain the man would be your greatest challenge yet.

And you were looking forward to it.

"Miss..Could I have my tea now, please ?", he asked and it snapped you out of it.

"Oh..OH !", you exclaimed and quickly put yourself to work. "I'm sorry. Right away, sir."

"And no insignificant nickname please.", he added with disdainful scoff and you frowned slightly at the request. Hadn't he read the sign at the door ?

You looked up at him and found him staring straight at you. He seemed to be waiting for your reaction, but you didn't say anything. You only wrote down his order and pretended to indulge in his request.

"Alright."

He thought that would be the end of it and turned around to leave, but you then wrote something on a pin tag and smirked.

"A tea for Pretty Eyes on aisle 6 !", you shouted loud enough for him to hear. The man stopped dead in his tracks to give you a side glance with a quizzical arched eyebrow. He seemed to hesitate for a second about whether or not to make a comment before finally returning to the counter to ask.

"Why did you do that when I specifically requested you didn't ?"

He seemed genuinely confused and you only smiled in response before leaning forward. He thought you wanted to whisper, so he leant forward as well, but you only pinned his name tag to his breast pocket. He stared at it for a few seconds silently before raising his eyes back towards you in disbelief.

"It's policy.", you replied with a cheeky wink.

He opened his mouth to protest, but reconsidered—knowing it wouldn't change anything. He only stepped back and went to one of the seats, but still left the pin tag on the counter. You sighed, but didn't insist.

If he didn't want the pin tag, he would remain the nameless to the coffee shop..

You then started wondering if he was waiting for someone ? He did look outside multiple times and even though you were busy with the other customers, you found him glancing at you a couple of times as well.

You then finally came to his table to clean the table and refill his cup, but he was expecting it and asked as soon as you were finished.

"Why did you make those rules ?" You arched a quizzical eyebrow at him before looking at the door he was pointing at. You then shrugged and wiped your hands on your apron before replying.

"I guess I wanted my coffee shop to be a safe place for people—somewhere they could feel good and be cheered up."

He took a sip of his drink—pondering on your words—before he replied with a slight tilt of his head.

"So, you are lying to people to make them feel better ? Strange policy.", he scoffed once more—it seemed he liked to do that a lot.

"Who says I'm lying ?", you shot back and he seemed taken aback by your bluntness. He didn't expect such a quick and honest answer and he stared at you for a couple of seconds before reasoning.

"You welcome at least 20 persons a day. You can't mean every single compliment you tell them." You couldn't help but laugh and shake your head at his reasoning. He didn't like it and humphed before looking away. You seemed to have offended him. You immediately stopped laughing before answering him truthfully.

"Sorry for laughing. It's just that..I do. I'm proud of it even. I think they are all wonderful in their own way..", you said it with such confidence, Sherlock himself could have almost believed it..Almost.

"Ah. I see now. You're crazy.", he concluded and you shook your head with a small knowing smile before turning around to leave.

"Call me whatever you want, Pretty Eyes. Just look around and you'll see. It works."

He seemed skeptical at first, but still let his eyes wander. He did as you had advised him and looked around at the many people there. They all seemed to be having a good time and even the employees were all smiling and chatting with the customers as if they were friends.

He frowned. He didn't understand. Why play pretend ? What was the point ? Another employee walked past him and opened her mouth to either say some false niceties or compliment him the wrong way. But, one look from him and she quickly walked away.

He didn't want compliments.

He wanted answers.

And he knew that the only one who could give them to him was actively chatting with another customer on his right. He eyed you and as if you knew he would, your eyes met and you smiled knowingly at him. He promptly looked away and continued to sip on his tea.

Why did it somehow taste better now ?

A few hours later :

He was waiting.

Everyone was gone, even the employees—but he was still there. You had stopped counting the number of cups of tea he had requested after a while. It was pointless.

You didn't know what he wanted and were too curious to ask him to leave. But then, your eyes settled on the clock that showed 10 pm, it made you realize it was soon time to close..

You sighed and made your way to him, but before you could say anything—he spoke first.

"You haven't made me smile.."

"Huh ?", you asked—momentarily confused and his eyes idly looked up at you.

"Your sign says that you won't allow a customer out until they've smiled...Is it true ?" You suddenly understood what he was referring to and chuckled awkwardly. You had actually never had a customer follow that rule to the letter. They usually left when they were satisfied, and you never had to actually force a smile out of them. But, it seemed this one was ready to put up a fight..Good.

You liked a challenge.

You sat down in front of him and he stared at you—awaiting your response. You looked at the finger of his right hand slowly rising up and down as he waited patiently for your attempt. He was really serious, wasn't he ? You let out a small sigh before thinking of a way to get to the man. So far, he hadn't really opened up to you, so you had no idea of what he liked or what made him smile. You weren't even sure he could...But, he did like a challenge. So, something brain-stimulating, but also witty and funny ?

You rested your chin on the back of your hands and smiled before finally asking.

"What did the coocoo in love say to the sun ?"

Sherlock's finger suddenly stopped as he started frowning at the new enigma. He had never heard that one before, and he had heard a lot of them..

"It doesn't make any sense...", he muttered under his breath before voicing his confusion out loud. "Why would the coocoo be in love with the sun ?"

He raised his eyes to look at you—as if expecting you to give him the answer. But, you wouldn't make it easy for him.

He was frustrated at not knowing the answer, but spurred on nonetheless by his need for an answer. He kept staring at you and at your big vibrant smile and twinkling eyes..You really wore your name tag well.

"You tell me, Pretty Eyes. You tell me..", you taunted him and your smile suddenly gave away the answer.

You were so...

"You're radiant.", he whispered and you tilted your head quizzically at him.

"Why...Thank you. I try my best. ", you offered him another one of your lovely little infuriating smiles and he shook his head—even though he knew you knew exactly what he meant.

"No. I got it. The coocoo in love says 'you're radiant' to the sun.", he clarified and didn't notice his own victorious smile until it was too late.

He immediately stopped smiling and tried to protest.

"Wait...No. That doesn't count ! You tricked me !"

"I...tricked you ?", you tilted your head quizzically at him and there was a silent challenge in your eyes, a challenge his ego took it like a critical blow to the heart. Sherlock immediately closed his mouth and let out a small huff. He didn't say anything before grabbing his coat and walking to the door in a hurry.

"See you soon, Pretty Eyes !", you said knowingly.

He stopped at the door and for a moment, you thought he was going to answer—but he only huffed a second time before opening the door and leaving in a hurry.

You smiled.

Round 1: Winner Smiles

The very next day :

When you came at 9 am to open the shop, you knew you had definitely won when you found Pretty Eyes waiting for you in front of the door. You smiled knowingly at him before opening the door and letting him in after you. He sat down at the table nearest to the window and didn't order until you were in your uniform and ready to go.

He asked for a cup of tea again and you quickly prepared it. But, when you went to serve it, you slid his unused pin tag back to him.

"Here's your tag, Pretty Eyes. You earned it for answering my little riddle.", you said—as if it was some kind of reward, and he seemed taken aback.

"I didn't ask for it back.", he reminded you and you gave him a light shrug in answer.

"Policy oblige. Besides, everyone likes them.", you told him and gave him your best smile when he seemed to hesitate on whether to take it back or not.

"I don't.", he told you assuredly, but you only tilted your head with an skeptical raised eyebrow.

"You do. You're just playing hard to please. I'm sure deep down, you love compliments.", you replied with a small knowing smile before adding. "Or else, you wouldn't be here. Complaining."

The man seemed to be rendered speechless by your overconfidence. He then frowned in confusion when you let out a small chuckle and batted your eyelashes teasingly at him.

"You know what I think, Pretty Eyes ? I think you like receiving compliments, being flirted with, spending time with people..You just don't know how to get it in real life, so you come here..", you shared your theory and Sherlock let out a mocking laugh—even though it felt fake.

"I'm a detective. I receive compliments daily.", he declared and both your eyebrows shot up at the arrogant answer, but it didn't make you any less certain.

"Huh-huh. Any genuine ones ? From people who actually know you ?", you insisted and Sherlock opened his mouth to say yes, only to prove you wrong...But, another answer left his lips.

"People don't know me."

You smiled. Finally. Here he was...You were wondering when he was finally going to be honest with you.

"Yes. Exactly.", you agreed and then proceeded to explain—hoping it made sense. "See...I know for a fact that people love compliments, they love being validated. But, people usually aren't genuine in their compliments either. They compliment your work, your actions, your academic achievements or your physics..They never compliment you for nothing. For just being you. But, I do that."

"I find you good company enough. And I don't know you.", he confessed and you smiled knowingly.

"That's because you know I'm a people pleaser.", you tapped the tag name on your chest significantly. "All in the name. And you, my friend..."

You leaned forward to whisper, as if it was a secret none should share.

"...are a compliment seeker. You thrive on it."

He frowned and seemed to ponder on it for a second before shaking his head at the absurdity of your theory. He had never received compliments. And, he was fine with it. He then looked into your eyes and replied firmly.

"I am NOT a compliment seeker..And saying that only shows how little you know about me." You hummed softly to yourself while holding his unwavering gaze and only smiled once more before putting your hand on his.

"It is not an insult, Pretty Eyes. It just proves that you're human. Tell me you don't want the tag name or anything to do with this coffee shop. Tell me you don't want to let go and just have harmless fun. Tell me you don't like the attention and comfort and I won't ever bother you with any of it ever again. Promise."

His eyes fell on your hand on his and his eyes softened for a brief moment. He then finally humphed unhappily before snatching the pin from your hand.

"Fine. I'll wear your stupid name tag."

Your smile widened as you playfully ruffled his hair and he looked away—embarrassed.

"That's a good boy."

A few weeks later :

The customer had returned so many times, he had actually become a regular. The other employees usually knew to call you when he arrived, because he wouldn't say anything until you were there to entertain him.

But, you didn't mind.

You liked entertaining him. It meant he was living with a little more joy in his life. He made you push yourself and strive for more for your shop. If you were able to make him happy, then you would be able to make anyone happy.

You had learnt a lot about Pretty Eyes (alias Sherlock Holmes) within the few moments you had managed to converse and exchange pleasantries. He still had trouble opening up, but you were certain to crack his shell at some point.

And you had managed to make tremendous progress. He did share that he was a detective and that he was passionate about his job. He had also disclosed a glimpse of his mind at work when you had lost your favorite mug and he helped you retrace your steps..You truly thought you would end up being good friends at the end.

However, that was before you saved his life.

It was a normal day at the coffee shop, it was rather calm and there was nothing to do other than wait for customers. Sherlock was already there and at his usual favorite place beside the window, observing the outside world and making deductions—as per usual.

You hadn't meant to learn about his identity, but one of the customers had recognized him and had asked for a picture. But, as the coffee shop was to be a safe place for everyone, you had asked the customer to remain quiet and no photos had been allowed.

He had appreciated it. But, you couldn't have kept your curiosity at bay and had decided to do your little research on him...For someone famous, he did like to keep to himself. If you had known, you would have charged him twice for that first cup of tea, but it only helped figure out more about the great Sherlock Holmes. He was no ordinary man, but you could have figured that on your own. No. The fact that he had became a detective helped you more in framing the character.

Born surrounded by people. But, born alone.

Never-ending talk about the prodigy child. Never about the child himself.

That was probably the reason why he had entered the shop in the first place.

You brought him his cup of tea and flashed him your best smile.

"Hello, Mr. Pretty Eyes. You're glowing today. Tell me, did someone die ?"

It was a genuine question. You had never seen Sherlock so cheerful before. So, you could only guess he had work to do..But, his answer took you by surprise.

"No. I have actually arrested someone. Not a very good sport I'm afraid..But, still..It took me a while to get it. So, I suppose you could say it put me in a good mood." The smile he gave you afterwards made your heart skip a beat. You knew the fact that he had arrested someone shouldn't make you happy, but it was the first time you had seen Sherlock in such a good mood.

You left in a hurry and Sherlock cranned his neck to see what you were doing as you started making a lot of noise in the kitchen. When you returned a few minutes later, he pretended not to have been curious and only took a sip of his cold tea..

You then put one of the blueberry muffins you had prepared the night before in front of him.

"Here. Victory breakfast."

He stared at the muffin for a few seconds before blinking twice and looking up at your joyful smile.

"I don't eat breakfast.", he told you and you giggled—as if he had made the funniest joke ever.

"I know, silly. But, you do now. It's a victory breakfast after all !" You wouldn't tell him how you had noticed his alarming loss of weight and hollow cheeks. You also wouldn't tell him how much you were worried about him..Sherlock had been spending a lot of time here recently, as if he was running away from home..And even though you liked seeing him and that the coffee shop would always be a safe place for everyone..You were genuinely afraid he might get too attached.

There was a world out there. A world waiting outside for him...

But, you didn't tell him. He would understand eventually. It wasn't your place to say..You turned around to leave and tend to the other customers, but then had a moment of reconsideration and stopped. You then glanced back at Sherlock who was staring at the outside world, the glass separating him from the rest of the world...You then wondered if his mind had set up glass doors all around it to protect itself from other people's cruelty ? So, he could look at them, without them ever reaching him..Your smile turned sorrowful for a second. Turns out Pretty Eyes would be quite the challenge indeed..You then walked away and took care of the other orders ready to be prepared. But, you felt his eyes following you as you went from one table to the other and you sighed to yourself.

You really wanted to help him. But, how could you when he refused to get out of this glass cage he built himself ?

That night :

You were cleaning glasses and putting them back on the shelf when you noticed the shadow still sitting next to the window, but his eyes now resting on you instead of the outside world. There wasn't a lot of people left in the streets anyway..

"Well...I guess I'll take my leave from you.", Sherlock suddenly stated and even though you were surprised he wouldn't wait for you this time around—you were used to Sherlock's mood swings by now.

So, you only nodded and watched him as he opened the door and was about to walk out. But then, one of the shadowy figures you had spotted earlier appeared at the corner of your eye and you frowned. It had already walked several times in front of the coffee shop, as if he wanted to come in or—

Your eyes widened at the realization that he was possibly a spotter and ran around the counter as fast as you could to reach out for Sherlock. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back in. He turned around with a confused expression and was about to ask what was the meaning of your abrupt action when he saw the genuine fear in your eyes.

"Stay. Please. There's something not quite right here. I can feel it."

He was momentarily taken aback by your hand around his wrist and wondered for a moment if it was a trick.

"What ?", he finally asked.

"Hey !", someone called behind him and you could see he had a gun hidden in his pocket. You didn't have the time to alert Sherlock, so you just tackled him to the ground and closed the door with your foot just as the man shot at it. The glass shattered and you closed your eyes, not noticing how Sherlock had wrapped an arm around your head to protect it.

You quickly rose to your feet and took Sherlock's hand before hiding behind one of the couches.

"GET OUT AND FACE ME, COWARD !", a familiar voice shouted.

It took you a moment for you to recognize the voice and your eyes widened at the realization of who it was. It was one of the customers. You looked at Sherlock who seemed to guess your intention and shook his head. But, you didn't listen. You slowly stood up with your hands in the air to have a better look at the boy standing before you.

"...Curtis ?"

The boy had tear-strained eyes and it was obvious he was deeply upset, but he still relaxed a little at the sight of a familiar face.

"...Smiles."

You offered him a small smile before asking.

"Hey there, champ'. What's going on ?"

Suddenly, Curtis seemed to remember why he was here and his features hardened as he spat.

"...He put my brother into prison. An innocent person. He can't get away with it. He can't, Smiles.." Curtis sniffled and you could see he was emotionally unstable, but you still tried to talk to him.

"Come on. He is a good man, Curtis. I'm sure there is a good reason behind.."

"STOP !", he shouted.

You were surprised by his sudden outburst as he then cried out. "STOP DEFENDING HIM ! HE WAS AN ASS WITH US DURING THE WHOLE INVESTIGATION ! HE CALLED MY DAD AN IDIOT AND TOLD US OUR FAMILY WASN'T WORTH HIS TIME !"

You glanced back at Sherlock who lowered his gaze guiltily...Figures.

"Alright. He's an ass. I won't argue with that."

"Now, wait a minute..", Sherlock interjected—but you gave him a firm look.

"Shut up. You are."

He immediately closed his mouth and you sighed before returning your eyes on the boy standing before you. He was barely a man, blinded by a need for revenge. You were certain you could talk to him.

"But, I have also had the occasion to talk with him. To get to know him. He may not be the most social person in the world, but I know for a fact that he is a good person."

The boy's eyes widened as he slowly glanced at Sherlock—undecided. But, the look Sherlock gave him set him on edge once more as his gun was still pointed at him and he shook his head.

"You don't know what he's done. You don't even know his name..", he snickered mockingly and you frowned. You knew it would be confessing as to knowing exactly who he was—but you had no choice. You needed to tell him. It was a question of life and death.

"Sherlock.", you finally replied—ignoring the way both boys looked at you in shock—before you continued. "His name is Sherlock Holmes. His eyes are blue/green/grey. His height is approximately 5 foot 6. He is a detective and a valued police advisor. He can be a real jerk at times, but he also has a big heart." You didn't even turn around and your voice didn't falter as you spoke your truth and slowly lowered your hands.

"I also know Andy..Or, Big bear as we call him. He is also a good fella' and I can assure you that he wouldn't want his little brother to follow him on the path he unfortunately ended up on. You are better than that, little man. Now, please...Do not make Andy cry in his cell. He's been through enough."

You slowly extended your hand towards him and the boy stared at it for a few seconds before his eyes watered and he nodded once. You didn't waste any time and took the gun from him before throwing it across the room and pulling the sobbing boy into your arms.

"Ssh...It's okay. It's okay. I know. You've been through a lot, but everything will be alright."

Sherlock stared at the scene and couldn't comprehend it. You were scared, your shaking form was as aggravated as the boy's, but you seemed genuine in your will to comfort him. The boy had held you at gun point.

When the police arrived, you insisted in not pressing charges and asked to be informed as to his development. Sherlock remained uncharacteristically quiet—silently observing you as you talked to the policeman with a friendly smile, as if you hadn't risked your life just a few minutes ago.

It didn't make sense.

Sherlock waited with you. He then insisted on walking you home, even if you didn't say a word to each other during the whole fifteen minutes it took you to get home.

You stopped in front of a small building, dimly lit and unwelcoming. Sherlock didn't seem that surprised though and only stared at the building in silent contemplation.

"...Do you want to get in for a cup of tea ?", you asked with a smile and it unnerved Sherlock. That smile. That damn smile. You had just been held at gun point, and you didn't even seem fazed by it. He suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you back with an unexplainable fury gleaming in his eyes.

"...How can you be so smart, and yet so very stupid ?", he spat and your eyes widened at his harsh words. You wanted to ask what he meant, but he turned around and walked away before he could.

You stayed there a few minutes, stunned by his sudden outburst, before you walked in.

However, the moment you had closed the door of your apartment behind you and were plunged into darkness, your smile turned sour and slowly formed into a grimace as tears started falling down your face. Your bag was dropped on a nearby chair and you slid down to the floor. You hid your face between your arms and rose your knees at the level of your face.

"...Sh*t.", you cursed under your breath and tried to calm your racing heart, but couldn't help the tears that were now running free down your face.

That had been scary as hell...You wondered if the coffee shop would be alright ? And would Sherlock ever come back again ?

A week later :

When you heard the bell ring, you were about to tell the incoming customers that you were about to close when you found Sherlock there, accompanied by another man who held a distinctive umbrella.

"Sorry to come in so late at night, but we would like a table please."

You nodded in agreement and they sat at the table closest to the window. You observed them in silent at first and a smile drew itself on your lips as you realized how close they really seemed. Both men were sitting rather closely, even though their eyes seemed to glare at each other...You could still see the slight ressemblance.

You approached their table and offered the gentleman the customary name tag.

"Oh. A pin tag ? Why thank you.", he smiled—but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes until he took it.

"The umbrella smooth-talker...", he read aloud and paused for a few seconds before the corners of his mouth tilted upwards. It was a genuine smile this time. "Clever. It does fit rather remarkably I must say. I might come here more often."

Your eyes glanced between the two men with a slight frown as you wondered who they were to each other ? You didn't have to wonder for long.

"You saved my brother. And we wanted to thank you personally.", the umbrella smooth-talker answered your silent question.

"Yes. Thank you soooo much.", Sherlock offered you a bratty smile before looking away. "Can we leave now, please ?"

"Stop acting like a child.", the gentleman scolded him before turning back to you. "I am so sorry, young miss. He can sometimes forget his manners."

You shook your head and smiled at the other man before shaking his hand.

"It is quite alright. I am used to having him as a customer.."

Sherlock didn't say anything, but the murderous glare he gave you didn't go unnoticed and you quickly turned away to leave—but what his brother said next made you stop dead in your tracks.

"...Do you know that you are my brother's very first crush ?"

It was loud enough for the whole coffee shop to hear and you gaped at the lack of complete shame concerning the privacy of what he had just disclosed, but could only reply—dumbfounded.

"Excuse me ?"

He smiled knowingly before glancing back at Sherlock who was doing his best not to grab a nearby knife to commit fratricide..

"OH yes. You see..He has had many women in his life, but none he ever actually willingly asked my opinion about. When he did, I was actually quite surprised and asked to meet you in person. It was very human of him. Unlikely so.."

"...I bet." You glanced back worriedly at Sherlock. He already hated you, you didn't need your relationship to get any worse by him being called out in front of all your customers by his own brother. Sherlock kept glaring at his brother, but didn't say anything. You knew he was angry, but you didn't think he would be so mad as to stand up and straight up leave. You looked at the other man with an expectant raised eyebrow and arms crossed over your chest in disapproval.

"Was that really necessary ?", you asked with an accusative edge and he only took a sip of his coffee before answering you with a flat smile.

"I would catch up with him if I were you.."

You sighed before finally exiting the shop and running after Sherlock. He was just about to disappear at a corner when you succeeded in grabbing his hand. He turned around so suddenly, you almost collided and then noticed the way his knuckles had turned white as he had tried to control his temper in the coffee shop. You then realized he had tried to control his temper for the coffee shop's sake and smiled at the thoughtful gesture, but then remembered why you had ran after him.

"I'm sorry. We didn't mean to upset you..", you apologized and Sherlock opened his mouth to answer—but finally only sighed before glaring in the direction of the coffee shop where he knew his brother was surely having the laugh of his life. It will teach him never to ask Mycroft for advice..

"You didn't.", he pointed out before looking back at you and you could see something else in his eyes—a certain numbness which made you feel guilty.

"Let me...walk you home.", you said and before he could refuse, you locked arms with him and forced him to walk with you.

"Fine. If it would suit your hero complex.", he finally conceded and your brow furrowed. You stopped dead in your tracks, and even though you weren't used to getting upset, Sherlock seemed to have pushed your last button.

"Okay, what's up with you ?! I am tired of playing this game of tag with you ! So, either you answer me, or I'll...!"

He didn't let you finish as he quickly fished out his keys from his pocket and unceremoniously shoved you away with his words.

"Alright. Goodbye."

He was about to open the door to his apartment and get in when something clicked inside your head, you suddenly realized what he was mad for and blinked twice before asking.

"Wait...Are you mad at me for saving you ?"

He had already taken a step inside and was ready to shut the door behind him, but you wouldn't let him. You stomped your foot down on the separation and laid your hand flat against the door.

"Tell me. Tell me why.", you demanded—confused and desperate. You didn't know why Sherlock was mad at you. You were genuinely afraid of losing your...whatever what you had was.

"Please. Just, be frank with me, Sherlock."

Sherlock's hold on the door handle neared painful and his lips tightened into a thin line before he opened the door wide, making you momentarily lose your balance.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU AND IT FRIGHTENS ME, ALRIGHT ?!" You took a step back at the sudden raise of his voice and a few passers-by looked at you funny, but Sherlock didn't care. He grabbed your arm and pulled you inside, closing the door behind you. The moment you were alone, he released you and ran a hand through his curls. He then started pacing around before stopping and sighing.

"He was going to pull that trigger.", he said with certainty. "I was sure of it. I was going to die...But, I don't understand. I didn't. You really saved me. But, how ? How did you manage to find the right words ? I have never been able to.."

He sat down and seemed genuinely confused and lost as he ran a hand through his hair. The sight of the great Sherlock Holmes in distress was really puzzling to say the least. You sighed and finally sat in front of him, letting the silence settle in the room for a few minutes before you replied.

"Ah. I see now...You're jealous, aren't you ?", you asked.

"What ? No ! I...", he tried to deny, but was interrupted by a little old lady with a sweet smile who opened the door just at that moment.

"Forgive the intrusion. I am Mrs Hudson. Sherlock Holmes' landlady. I just happened to overhear that he had company and couldn't help but come introduce myself. It is so rare for Sherlock to bring friends home that are not clients..." She then presented a plate of cookies to you and smiled again. "Cookies ?"

You smiled back and were about to accept when Sherlock burst out in frustration.

"MRS HUDSON ! WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONVERSATION AND...!"

Mrs Hudson didn't hesitate before taking one of the cookies and shoving it in Sherlock's mouth to silence him.

"Oh, shush you. No need for one of your tantrums. I'm leaving."

She then took one of the cookies and gave it to you with a wink before walking away. You smiled one last time at her before taking a bite. It was delicious. Once Mrs Hudson was out of the room, Sherlock resumed your previous conversation.

"Listen. I just want to know how it feels like..to know how to reach people's heart the way you do."

You tilted your head to stare quizzically at him. Was he really jealous of...you ? It made you want to burst into laughter and tears. The great Sherlock Holmes. Jealous. Of little old you..The dark glare he gave you was enough to make you reconsider though and think about it more seriously.

"Look. You rely on reason, Sherlock. And I rely on emotions. You listen to your head. I listen to my heart. You do not need to understand me, as I do not need to understand you. We both make observations and can tell people's intentions before they even do. I may be able to read people's feelings, but you can practically read the future. And I admire you for that."

You smiled and Sherlock's eyes seemed to bore into your very soul, searching for any sign that you were lying...But, only found genuine concern and will to comfort.

"You are...really good at your job.", he acknowledged and you tilted your head with a small knowing smile.

"Can't you see that I'm off duty ?"

He huffed a laugh and you felt relieved to find your old Sherlock back. But then, a little man with gray hair came in and didn't even look at you before grabbing Sherlock by the collar to shake him back and forth.

"I TOLD YOU TO BE NICE TO THAT FAMILY ! BUT, NOOOO ! AS ALWAYS, YOU HAD TO GO AND ACT LIKE THE UNFEELING BASTARD THAT YOU ARE !"

"It wasn't my fault, Watson. I—!", Sherlock tried to speak, but the man named Watson didn't let him. He shook him even harder.

"NOT YOUR FAULT ?! YOU ALWAYS ACT SO RECKLESS AND EXPECT PEOPLE NOT TO REACT ?! COME ON ! USE THAT BIG BRAIN OF YOURS AND THINK, SHERLOCK ! TO THINK I HAD TO LEARN IT IN THE NEWS !"

You looked at the scene and couldn't help but let out a small amused snort. It was the first time you saw someone so familiar with Sherlock. It was a new side of him. Watson suddenly seemed to notice your presence and immediately released Sherlock who fell in his favorite leather chair—unable to stay up by how much Watson had shook him back and forth. Watson suddenly seemed very shy and embarrassed as he stroked the back of his head while bowing his head apologetically at you.

"I'm sorry...I didn't realize Sherlock was having company. I'll...I'll come back later..."

You surprised both men by bursting out laughing. You didn't know if it was the way Watson had turned from a raging lion to a sheepish lamb or the way Sherlock was now looking at him with big puppy eyes...You just found the situation hilarious. You didn't hesitate before standing up and presenting yourself to Watson who—you now knew—was one of Sherlock's heart support.

"I am Y/N L/N. Pleasure to meet you. And, do not worry. I was here for a reason and now that I have my answer, I'll leave."

"...Y/N ?", Sherlock asked and you then realized you had never actually told him your real name. You smiled and nodded in his direction—ignoring his stunned expression.

"Why yes...I have a name, Sherlock.", you answered with a cheeky smile and Sherlock frowned. You had told John so carelessly...so easily...Why had you waited so long to reveal it ?

"You never told me your real name.", he pointed out and you shrugged.

"You never asked."

"Wait...You're Y/N L/N !", Watson seemed to realize as he turned to Sherlock with a disapproving frown. "She's the girl who saved your life, Sherlock ! The least you could do is invite her to stay for dinner !"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at his companion's outburst before indulging.

"Fine. Would you like to stay for dinner ?"

"Would you like to stay forever ?!" You heard Mrs. Hudson shout from the kitchen and you couldn't help but laugh as Sherlock shook his head in disbelief. He would have to have a serious conversation with Mrs. Hudson when it came to listening in on private conversations...

You smiled and shook your head before standing up and shaking John Watson's hand once more.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr Watson. Unfortunately, I am still on duty tonight and just wanted to make sure that our common friend was alright..."

He was about to protest, but reconsidered. He only smiled and gave you a short nod of acknowledgement.

"Likewise, miss Y/N."

You smiled before waving Sherlock goodbye. He humphed in response, but you could see he was back to his normal grumpy self and smiled in relief.

Things went back to how they were afterwards and Sherlock took back his rightful place as a loyal customer...until a few days later when he seemed to be acting quite unusually. He seemed nervous and kept glancing back and forth from the window to you—like a frightened rabbit searching for a possible escape.

"Are you...alright, Pretty Eyes ?", you asked and he suddenly blinked with one eye at you. You frowned and were starting to worry—but hid it behind a light joke.

"Was that a wink or a stroke ? Use your words, Sherlock."

"Could we spend casual time together on a non romantic outing with absolutely no love songs and definitely no affection-related gifts ?", he blurted out in one breath and your eyes widened at his fast request. You took a second too long to get out of your momentary shock before Sherlock suddenly ran a hand through his wide curls and shook his head before suddenly standing back up.

"Nevermind. It was a stupid idea."

But before he could reach out for his coat and dash for the door, you grabbed it and took a couple of steps back.

"Now, hold on a minute. Are you...Are you really asking me out on a date ?"

Suddenly, the café seemed to fall into a deep silence as all the waiters and customers looked at the both of you. You sighed and were about to give him back his coat when he burst out.

"And what if I am ?! Can't I ask a friend to go out on an outing with me ?"

You couldn't help but laugh, which seemed to only embarrass him further. But, you couldn't help it.

You had never seen Sherlock flush before.

"It's a date."

It took a moment for the words to set in in Sherlock's mind, but when they finally did...He looked up at you with widened eyes—full of surprise. He was genuinely puzzled. He didn't have a clue on what your answer would be, but he still hadn't expected such an easy yes from you...He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Suddenly, the silence was filled with applause and loud cheering.

"YOU GO, SMILES !"

"PRETTY EYES' GOT TASTE !"

"FINALLY !"

You seemed to suddenly realize where you were and your own face flushed red at the sudden keen awareness of your surroundings. Your co-workers had initiated the cheering and some even whistled and didn't stop, not even when you raised your index to your lips to shush them.

Suddenly, Sherlock took your hand and dragged you to the door before you could protest. You barely had the time to hear your co-workers shout that they would take up your shift before you were led away from the coffee shop. Once you were far enough, Sherlock released you and you chuckled awkwardly.

"Sorry for that. They can be quite loud sometimes, but they are just being supportive."

Sherlock hummed absent-mindedly before scratching the back of his head and you started walking side by side in silence. You had never thought you'd go on a date with the Sherlock Holmes, but you were glad he'd see you as a friend. Because that was what it was...right ? Friends going on a walk. Nothing more.

"Have you ever been unable to compliment someone ?"

The question took you aback as you glanced at Sherlock who was looking at the river running down below—pretending not to be focused on you. You hesitated before finally confessing.

"Myself."

He stopped dead in his tracks to look back at you in surprise.

"Wait...Really ?"

You hummed affirmatively—not wishing to elaborate on the subject. But, Sherlock had other plans as his lips tightened as he started thinking and decided to try something.

"You look...good.", he attempted. Your smile faltered slightly as he complimented you and you hid your face in your scarf as you tried not to cry.

But, he kept going.

"You are...terribly enticing."

You shook your head and pretended not to hear him.

"I...really like your face ?"

You burst out laughing at that one and it allowed Sherlock to notice how red your cheeks were—and not only from the cold.

"Well...You're not so bad yourself, handsome."

You winked cheekily at him and he frowned.

"Stop deflecting. Accept."

You sighed and shook your head. If only...

"It is not that easy, Sherlock. I used to be like you, unable to socialize. But unlike you, it had nothing to do with my amazing abilities. People never seemed to find any use in me. The only thing I'm good at is making other people happy it seems...", you mused—but Sherlock was having none of it. He stopped walking once more and took you by the shoulders for you to face him fully.

"Shut up ! You're not stupid, so stop acting like it and accept the damn compliments."

"How would you know ?", you asked and Sherlock opened his mouth and answered you without hesitation. "Because I know you !"

You smiled. ~Got you.

"And I know you, Sherlock. Now, start complimenting yourself and allow yourself to be happy.", you told him adamantly and Sherlock frowned in incomprehension. His eyes then widened as he realized what you had done. You had tricked him.

"Come on. Be honest.", you insisted and Sherlock hesitated before finally indulging begrudgingly.

"I'm a genius.", he mumbled half-heartedly.

"Huh-huh. What else ?", you urged him to continue and he seemed a little less confident.

"I'm...cool ?"

You bit down on your lower lip in order not to laugh before nodding in agreement.

"Very. What else ?"

He seemed to ponder on it for a while before finally adding.

"Hum...I have good taste ?"

You nodded once more—oblivious to the trap he was setting up for you.

"You do. Own it."

"Okay.", he quickly replied and proceeded to kiss your cheek. It took you a few seconds to realize what he had done. It was only a peck, but it was enough to make you realize what he had meant by 'good taste'. You had wanted him to say it again or develop on the matter, not for the man to actually take your word to the letter and go for a kiss. But, you wouldn't complain.

"Oh..." He took your stunned expression for rejection and his smile immediately fell. "Wait...Was I...wrong ?"

You had never seen Sherlock self-conscious before..so nervous. He seemed ready to jump in the river and come back to Baker Street swimming if you told him no.

"I actually don't know whether to hit you or kiss you right now..", you disclosed and Sherlock's eyes widened before he chuckled heartily.

"Could I get a vote on that ?", he asked and you replied with a small playful grin.

"Nope."

You then leant forward to kiss his cheek, but he wasn't expecting it and turned his face towards you just at the same time. Your lips touched briefly and you were frozen into place. Time stopped and for a brief instant, you were afraid he might take it the wrong way...It was quite the sight. You still had your lips on him, but your hands were raised in the air—ready to fly out of here if he was to tell you to back off.

Your mind repeating on loop.

ShootShootShootShootShoot...

You closed your eyes and in a moment of bravery, decided to go along with it. If he was to kill you afterwards ? Then, so be it. You lowered your arms to his shoulders and Sherlock—who had remained still as a statue so far—lowered his to your hips.

You stayed like that for a while until you couldn't hold it in any longer and just started laughing.

"I..I'm so sorry. I...*snorts*...I can't help it. I didn't mean to...I mean...", you had trouble finding your words as you had just had your first kiss with Sherlock. On accident. You felt sad. You wanted it to be perfect and...You felt tears threatening to spill at the many emotions and thoughts swirling wildly in your brain, Sherlock silenced them when he said.

"Let's do it again."

"...What ?", you asked—dumbfounded.

"Your first kiss. Let's do it again. I mean...we can just forget about the first first one and do it again and again until we get it right, right ?"

You were so stunned by the proposal, you didn't expect it when he put his plan into motion and started kissing you...again and again.

"Was that good enough ?"

"I..."

"No ? Fine. Again then."

You didn't have the time to nod before his lips were back on you. At this point, you didn't care at all about the numbers of kisses he had given you, as long as he didn't stop.

And everytime he would ask the question, your mind would be so hazy and incapable of any coherent thought that you'd just shake your head and meet him halfway every single time. Once you were both out of breath and your lips red and swollen...You finally nodded.

"That. That last one was good."

He smirked before asking in a whisper.

"Number 39 or 40 ?"

"...Yes."

No point in asking if he had really counted them all, you already knew he would. And he already knew you wouldn't by the smug grin he gave you.

"That good, huh ?"

"Sh...Shut up !" You flushed red and he chuckled knowingly while you kept walking, not noticing how your hands had joined at some point. All things considered, you were glad that Sherlock was your first kiss...no matter how many times it happened.

A few weeks later :

You were walking back from work when you found a rose at your doorstep. You picked it up and twirled it between your fingers before taking a long whiff. However, something felt wrong..It didn't smell like Sherlock. It smelt like Death.

The rose fell to the floor as you took a couple of staggering steps back. You would have fallen down if two arms hadn't wrapped themselves around your waist to hold you steady from behind just in time.

"So nice to finally meet you, miss Y/N."

You just had the time to hear before falling unconscious.

A couple of days later :

You woke up in a room with a single TV in front of you and realized that your hands and feet were tied when you tried to move. You sighed. This was definitely not good.

You blinked multiple times, trying to get accustomed to the blinding light before a mysterious voice rose from the speakers.

"~Ah. Our little sleeping beauty is finally awake."

You clenched your teeth and were about to yell at him when the TV suddenly lit up and Sherlock appeared on the screen. Your eyes widened as he seemed in a very bad shape. He had purple circles underneath his eyes from lack of sleep, his dark curls were a mess and his face livid. It brought tears to your eyes as you whispered.

"Sh...Sherlock ?"

"Y/N. I'm so sorry. I should have never met you. I...It's all my fault."

It didn't make any sense. What was happening ? Who was that man in the speakers ? Why did Sherlock seem so miserable ? So many questions...And yet, no answer. Before you could try to get an answer though, the voice spoke up again.

"Now now, Sherlock. Get a hold of yourself and answer me this simple question if you want her to live...Why do you love Y/N ?"

There was a long pause after the question where you locked eyes with Sherlock and he took a sharp inhale before answering the voice.

"Because she's the reason I smile. Because she made me love myself. Because she made the impossible possible...Because she's her."

Your eyes widened as Sherlock's voice seemed so weak and true, it brought tears to your eyes. You opened your mouth to tell him that you loved him too, but the voice wouldn't let you. It laughed darkly and sent shivers down your spine.

"Is that it ? Dear me. This will be easier than I thought then...Now, tell me..."

You suddenly felt the head of a gun being pressed against your temple and realized that thee voice you thought was coming from the speakers was actually coming from the man now standing right next to you.

"...Why should I let her live ?"

Your eyes closed sut as tears started rolling down your face.

"No. Nononono. Please. She's...I'll do anything. Just..."

Sherlock wanted to beg, but you both knew it was futile. You both knew that the man—whoever he was—was never going to let you go. Your whole body was shaking in fear and yet, you forced yourself to open your eyes and smile through your tears at the camera.

"Hey. It's okay, Pretty Eyes. Keep that smile for me, will you ?"

Sherlock opened his mouth to answer you, his own face wet with tears...But, he didn't have the time.

There was no warning. No 1-2-3. The loud bang was sharp and deafening. You fell to the floor and it took Sherlock a few seconds to realize what had just happened.

He let out a shaky breath before shaking his head.

"No..NO !", he screamed at the top of his lungs and held the TV tight, trying to get through it to you.

Finally, the man who had orchestrated the whole thing came into view and Moriarty smiled as he saw Sherlock's face.

"That's a new look on you, Sherlock. I like it."

He then shut off the TV and Sherlock let out another gut-wrenching scream before throwing the TV to the floor and the screen smashed into hundreds of little pieces. Mrs Hudson and Watson were in the room and both of them were in tears. But, Mrs Hudson decided to hold Sherlock in her arms.

"Ssh...son. I know it hurts. I know."

She soothed him and Sherlock felt as if he had fallen back into infancy and was being held by his mother. He would normally push her away and curse at his emotions surging through. But, he didn't have the strength right now. He clutched the hem of her nightgown tightly and seethed in rage.

"I will kill him...I WILL KILL HIM !"

Watson was standing aside, but thought no less. He glared at the TV and for once his thought joined Sherlock's.

He was going to kill that bastard.

Back with Moriarty and yourself (Surprise ! You are alive !) :

"...Do you realize what you've just done ? You've destroyed him...", you muttered—your thoughts going back to months of hard work and getting him to open up...all turned to ashes in a mere instant.

You stayed on the floor, your hot tears almost a relief against the cold hard floor.

"Yes. I have.", he simply acknowledged before standing above you—his eyes studying you closely. You took a difficult breath before asking—already dreading the answer.

"...Why am I still alive ?"

"Entertainment purposes I suppose..", he mused and you glared at him. You had never hated anyone in your life. It wasn't in your nature. You loved all humans and their hearts. But, that thing before you was neither human nor had a heart..

"Now, lovely Y/N..I wonder..What kind of cute little nickname will you give me ?" He asked with a certain giddiness that contrasted with the gun—still hot in his hand.

His eyes almost glowing in the darkness and you looked away.

"I think I've found the perfect nickname for you."

"Oh ? Pray tell." He crouched on top of you and trapped your chin between his thumb and forefinger to force you to look at him in the eyes.

"The Devil...",, you uttered in a whisper and he tilted his head at you before clicking his tongue.

"...The Devil.", he repeated—before giving you a sharp grin.

"I like it. I think I'll keep it. Thank you."

He then stood back up and walked out whistling, light on his feet and even dancing on his way to the door. He suddenly stopped however to give you one last glance.

"My name is Jim Moriarty by the way. But, you can call me Jim."

He then finally left and the moment he was out of sight, you burst into tears.

I'm so sorry, Sherlock. I love you too...

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