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Wenclair x Reader - What Are You? -Part 1

Wenclair x Reader- New at NeverMore and unsettled by your new stalkers? ... Or more excited. Why do these girls interest you so much? Or why are they so interested in you?

This is my first attempt at Wenclair X reader fic but I'm really excited to write it. I have so many ideas and different directions this story can take so hope y'all enjoy reading 😋

You walked the halls of Nevermore, anxiety filling your body, your mind filled with endless extremities of how badly this transfer could go and your heart beating so loudly you were sure everyone around you could hear it. You scanned the array of Fangs, Furs , Scales and Stoners that covered the Quad as you made your way to the principal's office to be welcomed as an outcast. Although you weren't sure that was the correct term for what you were.

Your eyes darted across the courtyard and you halted your steps when you heard a loud scream pierce your ears. You immediately went into defense mode only to focus your vision on a cute curly haired blonde whose scream turned into a giggle as a Gorgon boy threw her over his shoulder.

'Huh cute couple' you thought watching most of the group around them smile and laugh at the scene in front of them.

Being the huge snoop that you are, you focus your hearing on her laugh which was weirdly melodious to your ears. Only to hear...

"I suggest you remove my beloved from your clammy hands before I make certain you no longer have hands to perform such actions" the voice was harsh, very monotone yet incredibly alluring... Who is she?

"Wednesday, relax babe Ajax was just messing around" you watched as the blonde hopped down from the boys shoulder who seemed genuinely terrified by the 5ft nothing girl in front of him and held his hands up in surrender. She glided up to the girl and intertwined their hands together...

'Oh' you think to yourself "Now that's a cute couple" changing your tune. You hadn't realised how long you'd been staring, watching the group interact was fascinating but it wasn't long before you watched the beautiful blonde's nose twitch as she jerked her head in your direction and tilted her head quizzically at you.

The girl you now knew as Wednesday followed her girlfriend's eyeline stepping closer to her and turning her head to also make direct eye contact with you.

Your breath caught in your throat momentarily and you watch as the blonde flashes her fangs, presumably opening her mouth to speak but you don't wait up to hear what she has to say. Instead you whip your head towards the ground and scurry away not in the mood for confrontation on your first day

"Who was that?" Enid scrunched her brow in confusion, watching the back of you as you disappeared into the distance.

"I don't know but she seemed rather intrigued by us" Wednesday observed, also not taking her eyes off the girl who had scurried away.

"I know everyone at Nevermore why don't I know who that is?" Enid suddenly seemed a little panicked at her own uninformed self. Her eyes starring towards Wednesday who let a small, almost invisible to the naked eye, smile cross her lips. She couldn't believe she had fallen for a werewolf whose biggest issue was whether or not she kept up to date with all Nevermore gossip for her extremely girly blog.

"Highly suspicious." She recognised "Shall I get my investigation board out?" Wednesday suggested in an attempt to calm her hyperactive Lover down.

"Not yet" the werewolf smiled, pecking Wednesdays cheek and smiling. She did enjoy watching her girlfriend turn into Sherlock Holmes but she didn't seem it necessary just yet.

"Mon Chiot you must refrain from such ludicrous displays of public affection" she scolded Enid weakly, unable to admit the affect the wolf had on her.

"Chill out Wens noone is watching and besides I like that I'm the only one that can turn those beautifully pale cheeks even the slightest bit pink" she bragged playfully, knowing full well she could irritate the Seer without consequence.

Wednesday sighed "You're impossible" she threw her head to the sky and feined annoyance.

"And you're beautiful" she grabbed Wensdays hand to lead her back to the dynamic pack of friends but they were abruptly stopped by the assistant principal who stood in front of them.

"Miss Sinclair a word?" but as Enid moved to follow their teacher she felt a light tug from the hand that was grasping hers.

"What do you require of her?" Wednesday asked in a not so polite tone and the teacher just rolled her eyes very used to the Wednesday Addams and her protective nature. You couldn't blame her. The amount of times Enid had been in trouble and Wednesday knew for a fact she was responsible, was too many to count. It was alarming. So if she had to take the fall for something... she was ready to dive into the waiting arms of detention to protect her girlfriend's spotless record. At least it was spotless before Wednesday decided to hypothetically drag mud across the clean sheet.

"We have a new student at Nevermore" she rolls her eyes "It is a very abrupt transfer so the welcoming committee... i.e you...have not been informed" she explained and watched as the 2 girls gave each other a knowing look. The eavesdropper. "You're wanted in the principal's office to meet her" she smiled.

"Cool!" Enid beamed widely. She loved new students. New students meant more gossip and more gossip meant more things happening! Enid loved things happening!

"What is she?" Wednesday interjected concerned for her girlfriend's welfare around a new and undetermined creature.

"I am not at liberty to divulge that information Miss Addams" she spoke cryptically "Now chop chop she'll be waiting for you" she turned to Enid then flicked her eyes towards Wednesday "Bring Wednesday if you must but please refrain from terrifying her on her first day" the teacher directed her last sentence at the more sinister of the two then left without another word.

"Well this is gonna be so much fun!" Enid practically yelled before waving to her friends and leaving, Wednesday following close behind like a magnet being drawn to metal.

"Or harrowing" she mumbled as she caught up to Enid.

...

When you reach the two very large and intimidating doors, you knock with confidence and are greeted a few seconds later by a tall, tantalising women.

"Ahh you must me Y/N welcome to Nevermore" she declared before ushering you inside.

"I trust you found your way around ok I apologise for not greeting you at the gates I have only just been informed of your arrival a few minutes ago" she explained but it wasn't necessary. You knew why you were here and you didn't expect much of a welcome anyway.

"Yeah it's cool" you spoke rather casually and unbothered taking a seat as the other women did. She blinked at your casual tone but disregarded it to get down to business.

10 minutes went by which consisted of the Rules of Nevermore, the appearance of your schedule which you didn't expect to have so soon and an explanation of the requirements to attend the school. You listened as well as you could but eventually your thoughts drifted to two girls you had "Met" earlier and your mind swirled with images of them.

As if you had conjured it yourself a knock was heard and when you craned your neck to see who it was ... There they stood.

"Enid" the principal smiled warmly " and ... Wednesday" you watched as she forced a smile but seemed utterly dismayed by the other girl. So that's her name ... Enid your mind whispered to you.

You weren't at all surprised. The blonde whose smile was infectious was dressed in her uniform but it was bedazzled with countless accessories of blinding colour, her bubbly personality practically spilling out into the room. Whereas the darker haired girl looked far more distraught and tortured sporting an all black uniform and a deadpan expression.

"Howdy Newbie!" Enid skipped towards you a wide smile as you stumbled off your seat turning around to reciprocate her greeting.

"Umm Hey" you say quietly and immediately stepped back slightly as the girl threw her arms up to attack you, you presume with a hug. You were never one for physical contact around strangers especially with the "gift" you have being unpredictable so although you rejected her hug you hoped you hadn't offended her.

Enid tilted her head to the side with a slight frown. Which of course made you feel bad but it was safer this way. You let out a sigh of relief when she looked back at Wednesday who smirked at her then back at you while letting out a light chuckle.

"Not a hugger?" She questioned lowering her hands, but she seemed oddly happy about this rather than dismayed.

"Haha not really" you shrugged, with one hand grasping at your forearm for comfort.

"Got it!" Enid spoke, respecting your boundaries which you were incredibly grateful for. "You and Wednesday will get along great" she laughed a little again and winked, causing you to blink at how affected you were by this. She then reached her hand out to Wednesday who hadn't stopped examining you with her piercing stare since the moment you began speaking to Enid. You felt you should be more unsettled by her eyes on you but you can understand her curiosity as you yourself were very interested in knowing more about the two girls.

Wednesday took Enid's hand easily and stepped in to join the conversation

"Hello" she said rather formally and you couldn't help the smile that pulled at your lips. These two were literally polar opposites. One sunshine, one Raincloud. One dark, one light. One a happy social hugger, one a dreary unsociable avoider. How in heaven's name are they a couple? Opposites really do attract it seems and it's proven very true in this case, as you can see.

"Hi" you nod at her and she matches the action with a slight tilt of her head towards you. You then watch as she looks at Enid who does the same. It's as if they are communicating through telepathy and all you can see is the slight change in facial expressions at whatever they were both thinking. Not a lot to go on but you choose not to pry, it didn't seem to be malicious or anything so you could let it go.

Thankfully the principal interrupted "Right well I think I've covered most of what Y/N needs to know so Miss Sinclair if you could just show her around and give her the ol' Nevermore welcome that would be much appreciated." She spoke looking up from her notes and back down to make sure she had covered everything.

"Roger that!" Enid saluted the teacher dramatically before skipping away and opening the large doors to the office.

You on the other hand watched as Wednesday examined you further, her eyes trailing up and down your body while you were standing only a meter apart. You felt rather trapped between her and the chair you were once sat on, unable to follow the bubbly blonde who had left the 2 of you.

You again we're thankful when Enid interjected "Wens stop it!" She looked back scolding her girlfriend "You'll make her feel uncomfortable" she trudged back to the both of you shaking her head.

"Sorry about Wednesday she's just ..." Enid struggled to find the right word "Curious about new unidentified people" she explained.

"Cucciola, What have I told you about apologising for me? It's not necessary" Wednesday speaks bluntly but with a hint of affection towards the werewolf girl. You notice the pet name and smile 'Shes Italian... or at least she speaks it' you find this incredibly attractive and nervously look away.

"Well someone has to" she rolled her eyes and you admire her features as she does this. Unfortunately for you Wednesday notices.

"Va bene capisco" you raise your hand hoping that you can distract the sinister looking girl from the fact that you just checked out her girlfriend.

You watch as Enid's eyes light up at your voice. And Wednesday narrows her eyes at you. "You speak Italian?" She questions and you're not sure whether she's impressed or annoyed at this point, Wednesday is very difficult to read.

"Sì mia madre mi ha insegnato quando ero bambino" you say proudly, always being extremely pleased with your learned skills.

"degno di nota" you hear Wednesday mutter as she looks away from you which for some reason causes you to feel all giddy at the sly compliment.

"Come New Outcast" Wednesday flicks her head towards the door and grabs Enid's hand before walking out of the room "I apologise for staring" she says while still facing away from you.

Enid smiles proudly at Wednesday and then gives you a reassuring look as you hastily follow behind the two.

This is gonna be an interesting day you think to yourself.

#wenclair #wenclair x reader #wednesday #wenclair fanfic #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday x reader #enid x reader #ajax petropolus #what are you

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softestqueeen · 4 months

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✧*̥˚ masterlist *̥˚✧

most of my fics are x fem!reader (i subconsiusly have me in mind, makes sense) but you can request fics with different dynamics!

all of my fics can also be read on my ao3: @ softestqueeen

my masterlist for my specials! -> my specials are NOT on my regular masterlist!

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❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓️ hurt/comfort 🖤 dark ✍🏻 request

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i can't do this anymore! ⛓️🌸

sherlock holmes x reader When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

let the light in 🌸

sherlock holmes x reader After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

misty mornings 🌸

sherlock homles x reader feat. Mrs Hudson and John Watson When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

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need to be closer ❤️‍🔥🌸

bruce banner x afab!reader You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

when you come home to us, pretty boy... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes It was no secret that your relationship was kinky. Even though Steve has been pleasured by Bucky multiple times, he wants you to mark him. And who are you to turn such a good boy down?

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sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes On the first vacation with your boyfriends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you notice the shower with a glass wall into the bedroom and immediately know how to put it to good use…

let me teach you pt. 1 🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures.

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steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

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natasha romanoff x afab!reader When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

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natasha romanoff x afab!reader After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

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simon “ghost” riley x reader x könig (cod) On a mission with König and Ghost you have to stay at a safe house. The only problem – there is only one bed.

my little flower pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸✍🏻

stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

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Slowly you’re getting used to living with the man that was slowly becoming more than just the man who abducted you. You’re also getting used to the different ways he’s using and abusing your body.

do you trust me, sweetheart? ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

simon “ghost” riley x afab!reader After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague and friend Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…

✧*̥˚ Haunting Adeline*̥˚✧

red roses and deadly promises ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸

zade meadows x fem!reader When your stalker, Zade Meadows, has to do some business out of town, someone new makes an unwelcome appearance. How will Zade react when someone tries to steal you away from him?

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nowiamcoveredinyou · 7 months

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Victorian bbc Sherlock x reader

Word count:- 493

30 days writing challenge

A/n:- I think this is the longest one till now in this 30 days fanfiction writing series.

I sat by his desk, my husband's, Mr Sherlock Holmes, turning pages after pages of "the count of Monte Cristo". The intense adventure made me read 50 pages at once. It's 1890, and my bookshelf is filled with every new released novel. Yet I was reading this for the second time and it felt like the first time ever. Perhaps, this love for adventure drawn me to marry my detective.

The clock's ticking and crackling of fire were the only sounds that were to be heard in the house, because the detective was out with Dr John Watson. Even though when I finally lifted my head I noticed the time, 'an hour late!' I thought to myself. He promised to be back at sharp seven o'clock in the evening and it was eight. The clock confirmed as it chimed eight times. And then my attention was shifted to the sound of the horse shoe's hitting the road. There came a horse driven cab and stopped infront of 221b. No wonder the great detective finally remembered he has a house, a wife, and a violin. I saw him getting down and eventually he looked up at the window, we both exchanged smiles. And soon enough his footsteps were heard coming up, then with the creek of the door he entered. I put down my book and sighed, "so".

He humed putting off his deer stalker hat and coat.

"someone remembered he has a house to turn up to." I knew I was teasing and his serious face confirmed his case isn't the easy one, however there was a package in his hand.

"still reading that?" he asked pointing to my book.

"oh yes, for the second time." I replied, way too proudly.

"wonder when will these books be read, david Copperfield, a tale of two cities, north and south, emma, the three musketeers.."

He kept on naming every book that was there in the bookshelf. Unread.

"I will but..." he didn't let me say but interrupted saying,

"and great expectations."

I was baffled, "I don't own that novel yet."

To these he smiled and handed me the package, "now you do".

I took it, rather snatched it to find it was a book, Great expectations by Charles Dickens.

"thank you" I almost whispered admiring the book, sniffing the pages.

"now read them" He said, he meant all the unread ones which I neglected for one book in particular.

"I will, but after I complete it." He rolled his eyes to my answer and sat by the fireside.

"you know what?" I started, and he asked me to continued with a hum.

"even though I love the count of Monte Cristo, but it's not my favourite adventure." I replied.

"then what caught my wife's attention more than the count?" he asked a little unamused.

"rather obvious" I put the book down and sat on the arm of his sofa and said, "The adventures of Sherlock Holmes."

#bbc sherlock #sherlock fandom #sherlock tv #sherlockbbc #sherlock x reader #sherlock x you

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star1117-archives · 2 years

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hi, this is the anon who sent in an ask about how wonderful your yandere mingi miniseries is! since you have a request thing going on, i was hoping i can send in a request? <3

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

genre: yandere, smut, college au (for extra spice, if you want: they became friends because y/n was assigned to a paired project with yunho for a class)

specifications: stalker yunho, voyeur yunho, consensual sex (maybe y/n likes yunho too but doesn't know he has yandere behavior), daddy kink, name-calling

prompt: "you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel."

thank you for reading this! i hope you're doing well, and even if this doesn't get answered, i want to thank you for writing and providing us with good ateez content <3

Oh hey I remember you <33 tysm love and I hope you’re doing well anon :]

➵ Pairing : Yunho X Fem!Reader

➵ Genre : Smut, College au, Yandere + Slight Crack

➵ W.C : 1813

➵ Warnings : Voyeurism, Non-consensual filming, Dirty talk, Simp Yunho, Sexual innuendos, Restraining, Explicit consent, Daddy kink, Humping, Marking, Posessiveness, Sex w/o prep (don’t do it), Perv/Stalker Yunho.

➵ A/N: Under 16’s DNI

“For fucks sake.”

Holding your bag over your head, you cursed at the sky as the heavens seemingly opened up above you. The flimsy material done little to shield you from the torrential rain so despite not being the most sporty of people, you sprinted across the pathway to the dorms on the other side of campus. Typical that the one person who didn’t seem like a dick in your class had to be the furthest away from you. Fucking typical.

When you finally reached his dorm, you knocked rapidly on it until Yunho answered, his eyes wide as he quickly ushered you in. Completely soaked to the skin, you had a scowl on your face that could make a grown man shiver as you stood in his hallway. Holding in a chuckle, he ruffled your hair and with a look of disdain, shook the water off it.

“You’re soaked, let me grab you a towel.”

Unable to control your flaring temper at the absurdity of the situation, you shouted after the boy as he walked away.

“Wow Yunho, you’re a real Sherlock Holmes!”

Coming back to you with a smile and a surprisingly fluffy towel Yunho threw it to you, managing to land it on top of your head and turning you into a ghost with very colourful language. Pulling the towel off your face, you started to dry your face and hair as you glared at him.

“You’re lucky there’s no one else to work with boy, but you’re on thin fuckin’ ice.”

Yunho rolled his eyes and nodded, his playful smirk fading when you started tugging your joggers down.

“Wha-”

Stripping yourself of your wet clothes, you thanked whatever God or deity there was that you’d kept your dance clothes on underneath. Looking up at Yunho with a raised eyebrow, you glanced at his bright red ears and stifled a chuckle.

“What, sad you’re not gonna get a striptease?”

“N-..No!”

Yunho sputtered to himself in shock before turning away with a shake of his head and guiding you out of the hallway, hand on your back as he lead you further into the dorm. His roommate, recognisable as San from your dance course, was sprawled out on the sofa, completely immersed in the tv as he tapped furiously on his controller.

“Wooyoung hurry up! The bunker! I said the bunker you deaf bitch! Mingi you fucking shot me you stupid fucking giraffe!”

Your eyes widened and Yunho chuckled nervously, slapping the back of San’s head and sighing when the boy slipped his headphones off without taking his eyes from the screen. Yunho hissed at him, just loud enough that you unintentionally heard.

“Y/N’s here, pause that damn game.”

San whined as his friends shouted through his headphones, clearly trying to talk to him.

“Yunho it’s a live game! How the fuck do I pause a live game?!”

Before Yunho could reply you rested a hand on his shoulder with a small smile, your mood brightened slightly from watching the two bicker.

“It’s okay, it’s not as if we’re doing the project with him anyways.”

Yunho turned to you in surprise, his eyes looking for something in your face as his expression was unrecognisable. You just couldn’t place how he felt right now.

“It’s just.. we don’t have a kitchen table cause we always eat in here so…”

You raised an eyebrow at Yunho in confusion, looking between him and San who was already immersed in his game once again.

“Well, unless San’s got you sleeping on the couch, ain’t you got a room?”

A flush spread across Yunho’s face at your words, the man coughing nervously as he stared at you dumbfounded for a second. When you waved a hand infront of his face, Yunho clicked back into gear and smiled widely, nodding.

“Okay then! Lemme just go tidy a little first, I wasn’t exactly expecting you.”

You chuckled and patted his shoulder.

“No need, with my manky ass brothers I’ve definitely seen it all.”

Yunho however grabbed your wrist with an urgency, his tone rushed.

“N-No!”

Your brows were furrowed as Yunho lead you around the sofa, practically forcing you down on it.

“Yunho it’s fi-“

“Stay here with San, I won’t be long.”

The finality in his tone left your face burning, gulping before nodding.

“Okay..”

Smiling, Yunho patted your head before walking away, leaving you to deal with the fire ravaging your body. Not even glancing away from the screen San sniggered, smirking in a knowing fashion.

“He likes you too you know, like really likes you.”

You turned to him in surprise, pushing his shoulder as you spoke.

“Who said I liked him?”

San tore his eyes away from the screen to look you up and down before turning back again, kissing his teeth.

“A unicorn riding a scooter through Buckingham palace would be less obvious than you lovesick fucks.”

Cursing and throwing his controller to the side, San stared directly at you as he spoke in an irritated manner, the black screen displaying a ‘Game Over’ drenched in blood.

“Get it out the way and fuck already, I’ll keep my headphones on to give y’all some privacy.”

There was truly nothing you had to say to the man infront of you, completely dumbfounded by his words. Luckily however you were saved by the bell when Yunho called out to you.

“Y/N?! You ready?!”

San turned around and ran his hands all over his back like a teenage boy, earning a middle finger when he turned back around with a smug smirk.

“Coming!”

“Already? Thought you’d last longer, to be frank.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and stomped away in the direction of Yunho’s voice.

“Fuck you Choi San!”

“Nah thanks, get Yunho to sub in for me!”

Yunho raised an eyebrow when you came in with a scoff, grabbing your laptop from the bag slung over your shoulder before setting it down next to you on his bed.

“Something up?”

You shook your head and sat down, opening your laptop and clicking away.

“Nothing, just San being stupid.”

Yunho’s eyebrows creased at this, drawing your attention away from the screen when he spoke.

“What happened?”

You looked up in surprise and patted Yunho’s hand when you saw his concerned expression, chuckling quietly to yourself.

“He thinks you’re madly in love with me, and we should fuck now, since he’ll be on call with his friends.”

Shaking your head, you let out another scoff before redirecting your attention to the assignment.

“So what-”

Your eyes widened when your laptop slammed shut, looking at Yunho in silence as a new expression took over his features. One that didn’t look as innocent as you’d usually expect from the shy, friendly giant.

“And what if I was?”

You stared blankly at him for a second, struggling to process his words.

“What if you were what?”

Yunho chuckled and it sent a chill down your spine, goosebumps starting to rise as the room suddenly felt very hot.

“What if I was madly in love with you? Like utterly insane, deranged in love with you?”

He slowly took the laptop off your thighs, gaze hungry as he replaced it with one of his large hands.

“Would you let me show you? Show you how fucking crazy you drive me, Y/N?”

When you opened your mouth to reply Yunho’s connected with yours, the kiss sloppy but passionate. You instantly melted into his embrace, not fighting him when he laid you on your back. His body hovered over yours as his hands travelled your body, stopping at your wrists and catching them with one hand whilst his free hand grasped your chin. Nibbling on your bottom lip, Yunho pulled back triumphantly when he saw how beautiful they looked swollen. Now images of them wrapped around his cock plagued his mind, but he couldn’t do it. Not without your permission.

“Say it Y/N, tell me what I wanna hear.”

His thumb now stroked your lips, weighting down on them slightly to part them as you stared up at him in awe. All your bravado from before had been quickly taken from you by Yunho’s hungry stare, the boy’s eyes gleaming at the prospect of making you his. Yunho’s tone almost became whiny when he was met with pure silence however.

“Please, I gotta hear you say it.”

His thumb slowly moved from your lips to your cheek, caressing it as he eagerly awaited your answer. You gulped and nodded, breath hitching when Yunho’s grip tightened on you.

“Please… Daddy.”

Almost seeming shocked for a second, Yunho’s eyes widened slightly at the new name you’d given him. The effect of the title soon wore off however, especially when your eyes glistened with lust as you spoke.

“Show me.”

Wasting no time Yunho had already begun ridding himself of his sweatshirt while your hands tugged your tight shorts off. The boy’s smirk was almost crazed when he saw your underwear, lowering himself down slowly while you gripped his shorts. It was a mad struggle to pull each other’s clothes off, both of you desperately tearing at the fabrics. Eventually you were both left in your underwear, Yunho now fully on top of you, pinning your arms as he feverishly kissed your neck.

“Such a good… little slut.. giving yourself.. to me so… easily.”

You whimpered quietly and nodded, body jolting as Yunho’s clothed member rubbed against your core. It was like you were in high school all over again, your body moving against his almost automatically. The hisses and grunts leaving Yunho’s mouth as he shamelessly rutted onto you had your panties soaked, eyes tightly shut as you moaned. The heat radiating from the two of you already hung in the air, mixing with lust as both of your sweat mingled on each other’s skin. When you felt a little blossom of pain on your neck, you let out a pleasured cry, whimpering quietly as Yunho licked the spot he just bit.

“Pretty little..shit- whore… G-gotta mark you up… Make you mine.”

You let out a breathy moan of the male’s name as his hands gripped your legs, pushing them apart with ease before pushing his boxers down and pulling your panties to the side. One hand on your hip, Yunho slowly pushed into you with a groan, jaw clenched when you cried out in pain.

“It’s okay pretty… I’ll shit- I’ll stretch you out.”

You nodded quickly, hands finding his forearms and nails digging into his skin. The male simply let out a breathy laugh at this, glancing at the little red dot hidden on his shelf before pressing messy a kiss to your lips, making sure they were even more swollen by the time he pulled away.

He had to make sure his little slut looked picture-perfect for the camera, after all.

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fatandnerdy30 · 8 months

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Are there any wips you're working on? 👀 If so, can we get a sneak peek? 👀

I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer, but I've been really busy with my nephew (who's almost 3 now!) and trying to find work due to prices rising and everything. I have a few things, such as Sherlock Holmes&Peter Parker(sherlockDad), still working on Land of the Avengers(I've been having a really tough time with that for some reason), Borrower Peter&Giant Tony Stark Irondad, and some NSFW things like Peter Parker being sent to Sakaar and being enslaved by Hulk(meaning he's a s*x slave), something with Steve/Bucky where Dr. Strange turns Steve into a tiny s*x doll, and I'm still working on Iason's Tiny Pet. I just haven't had the time to really work on them because raising a kid is so time-consuming but I work on them when I can so I don't know when I'll have them up but it'll be in the near future.

Plus I had to abandon my AO3 due to a stalker who wouldn't leave me alone and have yet to make another one, but as soon as I do, I'll let my beautiful readers know!

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joanquill · 2 years

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Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist II

Guide: Fluff: 💞 Angst: 💧 Songfic: 🎶 Sensitive: ⚠️ Platonic: ✨

|HEADCANONS/SCENARIOS|

🔤SFW ALPHABET🔤

Moran + Sherlock

William + Louis

Mycroft Holmes

Albert Moriarty

Von Herder

James Bonde

Zack Paterson

Fred Porlock

Billy the Kid

💟RELATIONSHIPS💟

Being In A Relationship With Them

Moriarty Brothers

Moran, Bonde, + Porlock

Sherlock + John

Mycroft Holmes

Charles Milverton

Billy the Kid

Your Relationship after the Time Skip

Sherlock Holmes

Love Languages

Falling In Love

Moriarty Brothers

Jealousy

Moriarty Brothers

Sherlock (Bonus: Clingy!S/O)

Mycroft + Sebastian

Getting Rejected

Albert + William

First Time Holding Hands

William + Sherlock

Bragging/Gushing About Them

Albert + Mycroft

Taking Care of Sick!S/O

Moriarty Brothers

Sherlock Holmes

S/O Taking Care of Them When They're Sick

Moriarty Brothers

Jumping Into Their Arms

Moriarty Brothers

S/O Receiving Love Letters and Vice Versa

Albert Moriarty

Fighting and Making Up 💧 -> 💞

Moriarty Brothers

Moran, Bonde, + Porlock

Cheating on You 💧

Albert Moriarty

🎉CELEBRATIONS🎉

S/O's Birthday

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

Their Birthday

Moriarty Brothers

Valentine's Day

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

💍DOMESTIC/MARRIAGE💍

Wedding Day

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

Married Life

Sherlock, Sebastian, + William

Domestic Headcanons

Moriarty Brothers

👶PREGNANCY👶

Pregnancy

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

Sebastian Moran

Childbirth

Albert, Moran, + Sherlock

Having Children

Moriarty Brothers

💃SPECIFIC CHARACTER💃

William James Moriarty

Fem!S/O with Maladaptive Daydream Disorder (MDD) [VERY SHORT!]

Subordinate!Reader ✨

Albert James Moriarty

Brat!S/O

Sugar Daddy Albert

Seamstress!S/O

🔃RANDOM🔃

|Shorts/Scenarios|

Going on a Date with James Bonde + Sebastian Moran

Spending Summer Together with William + Sherlock

Simple Moments with William + Sherlock 💞

Hiding from a Stalker with the Moriarty Brothers + Von Herder

|Headcanons|

William and Sherlock's S/O's

Albert & William Crushing on The Same Fem!S/O

Russian!S/O with Sherlock, Sebastian, Albert, + William

Sweet Tooth S/O with Albert, Mycroft, + Sebastian

Chubby!Fem!Reader with Albert + Sebastian

Smart!Reader with William and Sherlock

Strong!Reader with the Moriarty Gang

Flat-Chested!S/O with Albert, Sebastian, + Bonde

Asexual!S/O with Albert + Sebastian

Jack's Niece with Albert, William, Louis, Mycroft, + Sherlock

Back Scratches with the Moriarty Brothers

Tattooed, Pierced, (and other details) Reader with Albert + Sherlock

In-Laws

Albert & Louis with Their Sister-In-Law

Jack Renfield with William's S/O

William & Louis with Albert's S/O

Siblings

Moriarty Brothers with Holmes' Younger Sister

Sherlock with Moriarty's Younger Sister

Childhood Friends

Moriarty Brothers + Bonus

S/O Wearing Glasses

William, Sebastian, Fred, + Herder

Sherlock, Watson, + Billy

Self Harm ⚠️

[Moriarty Bros, Moran, + Porlock]

|NON x READERS|

Modern!AU

Sherlock + William

Albert, Louis, Moran, Porlock, + Bonde

Christmas Headcanons

YuuMori Masterlist I (ONE SHOTS)

Events Masterlist

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #masterlist #sfw alphabet #headcanons #imagines

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yungisstar1117-writes · 2 years

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hi, this is the anon who sent in an ask about how wonderful your yandere mingi miniseries is! since you have a request thing going on (congrats on 1k, by the way!!), i was hoping i can send in a request? <3

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

genre: yandere, smut, college au (for extra spice, if you want: they became friends because y/n was assigned to a paired project with yunho for a class)

specifications: stalker yunho, voyeur yunho, consensual sex (maybe y/n likes yunho too but doesn't know he has yandere behavior), daddy kink, name-calling

prompt: "you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel."

thank you for reading this! i hope you're doing well, and even if this doesn't get answered, i want to thank you for writing and providing us with good ateez content <3

Oh hey I remember you <33 tysm love and I hope you’re doing well anon :]

Tw: Non-consensual filming and Mature scenes ahead, proceed with caution.

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“For fucks sake.”

“You’re soaked, let me grab you a towel.”

Unable to control your flaring temper at the absurdity of the situation, you shouted after the boy as he walked away.

“Wow Yunho, you’re a real Sherlock Holmes!”

“You’re lucky there’s no one else to work with boy, but you’re on thin fuckin’ ice.”

Yunho rolled his eyes and nodded, his playful smirk fading when you started tugging your joggers down.

“Wha-“

“What, sad you’re not gonna get a striptease?”

“N-..No!”

“Wooyoung hurry up! The bunker! I said the bunker you deaf bitch! Mingi you fucking shot me you stupid fucking giraffe!”

“Y/N’s here, pause that damn game.”

San whined as his friends shouted through his headphones, clearly trying to talk to him.

“Yunho it’s a live game! How the fuck do I pause a live game?!”

Before Yunho could reply you rested a hand on his shoulder with a small smile, your mood brightened slightly from watching the two interact.

“It’s okay, it’s not as if we’re doing the project with him anyways.”

Yunho turned to you in surprise, his eyes looking for something in your face as his expression was unrecognisable. You just couldn’t place how he felt right now.

“It’s just.. we don’t have a kitchen table cause we always eat in here so…”

You raised an eyebrow at Yunho in confusion, looking between him and San who was already immersed in his game once again.

“Well unless San’s got you sleeping on the couch, ain’t you got a room?”

“Okay then! Lemme just go tidy a little first, I wasn’t exactly expecting you.”

You chuckled and patted his shoulder.

“No need, with my manky ass brothers I’ve definitely seen it all.”

Yunho however grabbed your wrist with an urgency, his tone rushed.

“N-No!”

Your brows were furrowed as Yunho lead you around the sofa, practically forcing you down on it.

“Yunho it’s fi-“

“Stay here with San, I won’t be long.”

The finality in his tone left your face burning, gulping before nodding.

“Okay..”

Smiling, Yunho patted your head before walking away, leaving you to deal with the fire ravaging your body. Not even glancing away from the screen San sniggered, smirking in a knowing fashion.

“He likes you too you know, like really likes you.”

You turned to him in surprise, pushing his shoulder as you spoke.

“Who said I liked him?”

San tore his eyes away from the screen to look you up and down before turning back again, kissing his teeth.

“A unicorn riding a scooter through Buckingham palace would be less obvious than you lovesick fucks.”

Cursing and throwing his controller to the side, San stared directly at you as he spoke in an irritated manner, the black screen displaying a ‘Game Over’ drenched in blood.

“Get it out the way and fuck already, I’ll keep my headphones on to give y’all some privacy.”

There was truly nothing you had to say to the man infront of you, completely dumbfounded by his words. Luckily however you were saved by the bell when Yunho called out to you.

“Y/N?! You ready?!”

San turned around and ran his hands all over his back like a teenage boy, earning a middle finger when he turned back around with a smug smirk.

“Coming!”

“Already? Thought you’d last longer to be frank.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and stomped away in the direction of Yunho’s voice.

“Fuck you Choi San!”

“Nah thanks, get Yunho to sub in for me!”

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Yunho raised an eyebrow when you came in with a scoff, grabbing your laptop from the bag slung over your shoulder before setting it down next to you on his bed.

“Something up?”

You shook your head and sat down, opening your laptop and clicking away.

“Nothing, just San being stupid.”

Yunho’s eyebrows creased at this, drawing your attention away from the screen when he spoke.

“What happened?”

You looked up in surprise and patted Yunho’s hand when you saw his concerned expression, chuckling quietly to yourself.

“He thinks you’re madly in love with me and we should fuck now since he’ll be on call with his friends.”

Shaking your head, you let out another scoff before redirecting your attention to the assignment.

“So what-”

Your eyes widened when your laptop slammed shut, looking at Yunho in silence as a new expression took over his features. One that didn’t look as innocent than you’d expect from the shy, friendly giant.

“And what if I was?”

You stared blankly at him for a second, struggling to process his words.

“What if you were what?”

Yunho chuckled and it sent a chill down your spine, goosebumps starting to rise as the room suddenly felt very hot.

“What if I was madly in love with you? Like utterly insane, deranged in love with you?”

He slowly took the laptop off your thighs, gaze hungry as he replaced it with one of his large hands.

“Would you let me show you? Show you how fucking crazy you drive me, Y/N?”

“Say it Y/N, tell me what I wanna hear.”

“Please, I gotta hear you say it.”

His thumb slowly moved from your lips to your cheek, caressing it as he eagerly awaited your answer. You gulped and nodded, breath hitching when Yunho’s grip tightened on you.

“Please… Daddy.”

“Show me.”

“Such a good… little slut.. giving yourself.. to me so… easily.”

“Pretty little..shit- whore… G-gotta mark you up... Make you mine.”

“It’s okay pretty… I’ll shit- I’ll stretch you out.”

He had to make sure his little slut looked picture-perfect for the camera after all.

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iamthemain-character · 2 years

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i’m so upset, i accidentally deleted a request for mycroft x reader headcanons where the reader is sherlock’s neighbor. to that person i’m so so sorry, i really hope you see this!

also another note, this is my first time doing headcanons so i hope it turned out okay. :)

Mycroft Holmes Headcanons

Gender Neutral reader

Sherlock Masterlist

How It Started

Mycroft decided to spend the day with his “dear baby brother”

You had become well aquatinted with the residents of 221B long ago

You had brought them cupcakes and somehow ended up helping with a murder mystery

Every since then you were fast friends

So on that one afternoon you decided to visit your neighbors

Mycroft instead greeted you

Sherlock and John were away so the two of you ended up waiting together

Mycroft thought you were very attractive

but it was Mycroft so he was v e r y awkward

but luckily for him you are outgoing and struck up a conversation

needless to say by the time Sherlock came back Mycroft was quite infatuated with you

The First Date

You ended up running into him a lot more after that fateful day

Sherlock was extremely perplexed by why his brother started frequently visiting Baker Street

You grew quite attached to the elder brother, and you found his odd ways endearing

Mycroft slowly fell more and more and more in love with you

And him being the stalker resourceful person he is started sending you gifts

except these were very elaborate gifts

we’re talking massive bouquets or gift baskets

The cards always had riddles on them and no name

The simp part of you fantasized that it was Mycroft

Your first “date” was a complete accident

Both you and Mycroft were eating at the same restaurant

You saw him and invited him over to your table so you both didn’t have to eat alone

He was a perfect gentleman and insisted on taking you home

He even walked you to your building

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe you were just extra brave, but you kissed him

He totally didn’t expect it and did not react properly

You got hurt and turned to go, but he caught you and hesitantly returned it

You made sure he knew exactly how you felt

How It’s Going

It didn’t take long for Sherlock to realize what was going on between you two

He was relatively okay with it, mostly just rambled on about the science of love and teasing his brother

John actually had known for a while but just kept his mouth shut

Mycroft was very shy at the beginning of your relationship

But slowly you helped him relax and open up

As for you he was your dream man and you were madly in love with him

Everyday just got better

His love language was definitely giving gifts

And while you had to set some boundaries, honestly you enjoyed being pampered by your lover

You in turn helped him feel loved and cared for like no one ever had

Much to everyone’s surprise, you two worked perfectly and were very happy

After a few years he would ask you to marry him (if marriage is your thing) and of course you said yes

You loved being the new spouse of Mycroft Holmes and he adored having you by his side forever

Needless to say you were definitely couple goals

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Total Eclipse (P.3)

Title: Total Eclipse (Part Three) Summary: Fem!Reader x Sherlock Holmes (RDJ). Sherlock had an impression on the reader from a formative age but he was always so busy running with cases. Their moments of passions were coveted between the two but they were few and far between. He left with Watson on a case and in that time, her parents found her a suitable man to give her to. Wealthy and accomplished. Sherlock and her have not been able to let go of each other though. Words: 5,365 Warnings (for the whole fic): Angst, infidelity, smut, swearing, substance abuse, non liner storyline, character death, 18+ as always Author’s Note: This whole chapter is backstory, hence why it’s all italics. I got really carried away, my b. The next chapter will resume current time and the plot will move on there. Heavy angst this chapter and smut!

Part Two || Part Four || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

Your family left you in London when they went back to the country estate after the season had ended. Your mother was hell bent on finding you a suitor and even in the off season, she wanted you in sights on the streets, at cafes, restaurants. She wanted you out of the house too, one less mouth to feed. Your family was well off enough, but she was growing more embarrassed about an imagined slight against her of you not marrying off younger. As if your martial problems were a reflection on her…. But that is what society saw it as and it was how she reacted.

Despite the passive aggressive hostility between the two of you, this was going to be a blessing. Your great aunt retired early in the night, and you were given more freedom. Not to mention your great aunt was far more progressive in her views. It was shocking to you in the first place your mother allowed you to stay with her at all without supervision, but you kept your lips sealed. You were not going to pass this up.

Standing beside your aunt outside the florist shop where she was examining the seeds for her spring garden to plant this fall, you listened dully to Emily, the florist, tell her the layout to have them planted for the best coloring. You felt the uncomfortable feeling of someone watching you. Turning nonchalantly, your eyes scanned the square lazily. You spotted a man across the square with curly hair and a large, overgrown mustache. You furrowed your brow if only for a moment at his blatant staring.

Tearing your eyes away from him to not invite conversation or any indication you were interested, you looked back to your aunt still speaking with the florist.

“Love, would you go across the square to get me a bun? It is driving me insane to smell them fresh,” your aunt told you, touching your arm gently. “And get one for Emily too.”

The last thing you wanted to do was walk away from her and have this man approach you, but you nodded. You made sure to not look in his direction as you walked across the cobblestone towards the bakery. Out of your peripherals, you caught movement in his general direction, and you scowled. You hated brushing off advances, but it seemed you were going to have to do it. He was certainly following you.

Walking into the bakery, you waited patiently while the baker helped the two people already ahead of you.

The air shifted at your back and you closed your eyes, readying for the drawling of a desperate man.

“So, you were left behind.”

The whisper caused you to burst your eyelids open and you turned halfway to face the man. You found it was the man with the large mustache but that was certainly Sherlock’s voice. You scanned his face and realized immediately you recognized his eyes.

Stammering, you asked, “W-what are you doing?”

“Is there a problem, miss?” one of the men who had been being assisted asked, stopping when he saw your state.

You recovered quickly and straightened. “No, no, sir. Sorry. I was just startled by my acquaintance. I did not expect to see him out and about… like this. I apologize.”

The man nodded and walked on, leaving you to narrow your eyes at Sherlock.

“Give me a minute,” you told him before turning back and walking up to the counter. You ordered your buns, adding a fourth, before coming back to him waiting. He gave you a curt nod gesturing towards the door.

As soon as you were outside, you stepped off to the side, out of sight from the window of the bakery.

“What are you doing? What is this? Are you alright?” you asked, throwing all these questions at him in a hushed voice. You held out the fourth bun to him and he eyed it before taking it.

“Much obliged. I haven’t had breakfast,” he told you. He touched at his mustache and said thoughtfully, “Although, I will have to save it. This will make it difficult to eat.”

“It makes you difficult to recognize!”

“That is the point of a disguise, Miss Y/N.”

“Why are you wearing a disguise at all?”

“Well, I can’t just be myself all the time following you can I? That would be suspicious. Especially if your escort continued catching sight of me.”

“And following me in a disguise does not scream ‘stalker’ to you?”

Sherlock looked taken aback. “’Stalker’?”

“Is that not what you’re doing?”

Sniffing, he said, “I was merely checking up on you. I hardly would refer to that as stalking.”

“How did you know I was staying with my great aunt then and not at my family’s home?” Sherlock was silent and you intoned, “That’s what I thought.”

“Well, I was going to invite you to a play but now I am having second thoughts.”

Your eyes lit at this, and you said, “What play?”

“I said I was having second thoughts.”

“Well, maybe I’m having second thoughts about getting you a bun,” you retorted, immediately holding out your hand for him to return it.

He frowned and held it tighter, causing you to smirk.

“You would need to sneak away from dinner tonight.”

“I’m going out to Sweetings with my aunt.”

“Makes it more difficult. What if I told you the play was tonight, and you could use that as an excuse? A date with a gentlemen?”

All it took was him walking you back to outside the florists shop and the two of you exchanging pleasantries, him inviting you to dinner, you telling him you would have to check and that you would send word. Of course, your aunt did not know he had given a fake address. She was questioning of his name you gave but she did not pry too deeply.

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Seeing Sherlock was again not looking at the stage, instead his eyes wandering around the theater, you leaned over, lips close to his ear.

“You’re distracted,” you whispered.

He turned his head and now your noses were almost touching. Your lips parted, eyes locked with his. He swallowed sharply, blinking.

“That I am,” he responded, flustered before pulling away much to your disappointment.

He grasped your hand, “Come with me.”

You almost protested as he pulled you from your seat. It was terribly rude to leave in the middle of a play, not only towards the actors and actresses but the people you were having to walk by. Sherlock did not seem to care though.

A man was following the two of you up the aisle and out the doors. When he started following the pair of you up the stairs to the second floor and down the hall, keeping distance though, you cleared your throat.

“Sherlock, I think we have a tail,” you whispered out the corner of your mouth, keeping stride with him.

“I’m aware,” he returned quietly. Louder in his normal voice, he asked, “Love, do you need to use the lavatory?”

“No?” you hissed at him, confounded.

He shot you a look and you took the hint, nodding. “Yes.”

Sherlock took a sharp left with you down the hall. “Well, let’s find them for you. I’ll wait here.”

He egged you on with an encouraging hand at your waist. You did what he asked to continue down the hall, your heart beating. He pointed at a door and gesture for you to go inside. As the door closed behind you, you were thinking wildly about what was going on? Did he even have a plan?

“You shouldn’t be here,” an unfamiliar voice said from down the hall back where Sherlock was standing. Your ear was pressed up against the door.

“And your employer shouldn’t have taken what he did. It has been quite the goose chase figuring out where the piece was.”

“Where’s your lovely friend?”

“Went on to find the lavatory.”

Suddenly you heard a loud grunt and a crash. There was scuffling outside, and you pressed your hands against the door, debating if you should open the door or not. What if he was getting hurt?

The noise stopped and all you heard was your pounding heart.

Until to your immense relief, you heard Sherlock said, “Took you long enough. Were you too caught up in the show?”

You barely got out of the way before the door was opening, Sherlock thrusting it open. You stumbled a little as you flung yourself backwards and he reached in quick, steadying you. There was not a mark on him.

He pulled you from the room and you were faced with the man that had been pursuing the two of you, slumped against the wall. And another man standing there, pushing his hair back into place to look presentable again.

“Watson saved the day,” Sherlock told you, giving you a grin. “Flatmate that I mentioned. He can be helpful at times.”

“Holmes,” Watson said exasperated.

“’Holmes’?” you questioned, smiling slyly at Sherlock.

He looked entirely displeased at you before he shot Watson an annoyed look.

“Yes, John?”

Oh… he was getting back at John Watson then for exposing him as either Holmes Sherlock or Sherlock Holmes. You believed the latter sounded more plausible.

Realization dawned on you then.

“Hey, I’ve heard of you!” you said in an excited whisper and your breath caught when he jerked you towards him.

“Darling, we must be quiet now. Watson caused some ruckus out here,” he informed you. That was until it registered to him what you said, and he cocked his head. He leaned in, eyes narrowed in scrutiny, and whispered, “Heard of me where?”

“The newspapers!”

“What newspapers?”

“Where you solved a case with Scotland Yard! You hid your face—”

“I always hide my face.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were an investigator?” you asked.

“I wouldn’t say investigator—"

“Holmes, we do not have time for this,” John cut in impatiently in a harsh whisper, catching both of your attention.

“Right,” Sherlock answered, looping arms with you, cutting your conversation off. That was intimate, it was unproper for men to do this for women they were not engaged, married, or related to.

Watson led you back down the hall towards the main drag. He was cordial to the passing workers who were fetching refreshments for the people in their boxes. He led the two of you up another flight of stairs to the third floor.

Sherlock leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Now, dear, there might be some more violence. I may have to shove you in another closet.”

“Or I can stay out here.” Sherlock looked at you surprised, and you told him. “I can be useful.”

Suddenly, he pushed you up against the wall as loud applause erupted, putting a hand up to block your face. John was beside the two of you now, further blocking you from seeing down the hall.

“He’s leaving the box. It must be in between acts. It has to be happening now. Now, there is that room at the end of the hallway. Is he heading there?” John said in hushed tones to Sherlock.

Sherlock peeked around Watson’s shoulder, eyes searching. “He’s going to the room. He’s got two men with him. Broad. Should be a good time. You’ve needed that jacket mended on the hem for quite some time though, so perhaps it’ll serve well to have it fully needing to be tossed out.”

Watson looked completely unamused at Sherlock’s comment directed at him.

To you now, Sherlock implored, “Seriously, Miss Y/N, I would encourage you to heed my advice and stay out here. It should not take too long for Watson and I to retrieve what we need to.”

Sighing disappointed, you told him, “Fine. Don’t get yourself hurt.”

Sherlock smirked, “That would be incredibly rude of me considering I need to escort you home.”

“It would,” you agreed, and he pulled away from you.

Watson was watching the two of you closely, looking interested.

They left you.

The minutes dragged on after they disappeared into the room. People were milling about in the hall, waiters offering drink. You meandered closer to the door, curious about what exactly it was that Sherlock was retrieving.

Suddenly, the door burst open, two figures coming tumbling out. People yelled in alarm, the crowd dispersing as they jumped back up to your feet. You recognized Sherlock immediately as one of them. He had blood on his cheek and he was disheveled. They came at each other again and tangled up, throwing punches. He was tossed back towards the door.

Looking around wildly, you spotted a large bottle of vodka on one of the waiter carts and grabbed it. Before the man could advance again, you brought it across the back of his head, the glass shattering and the vodka spilling all over the man’s clothes. But he was knocked out, his knees buckling beneath him and falling to the floor.

Sherlock was back on his feet, looking at you in shock for just a moment before he came forward in a rush, grabbing your arm. “Quickly now,” he told you breathless. “We haven’t much time until the authorities show up!”

In awe at what you had done, you let him drag you along.

“Where is Watson?”

“He’ll be along shortly.”

The two of you were out of the theater and out onto the street. You were stumbling trying to keep up with his fast pace. He led you a few blocks down before turning the corner into an alley. That was when he finally began to slow down.

“What happened?” you demanded after you caught your bearings.

“More than the two men that went in there with our target. Things got a little tricky.”

You took your glove off and used it to wipe at his cheek. He winced and he commented, “You’re ruining your gloves.”

“Your face is bleeding!” you protested. You saw the blood was originating from a rather large cut.

“Hardly noticed,” Sherlock responded. He cocked his head and said, “You certainly made that other man bleed with that bottle.”

“I told you I could be useful.”

“It seems that is so…”

You had cleaned up most of his face. There was nothing to do about his hair but that was no matter.

The further you were from the theater, the more you realized what exactly had happened, your excitement thrumming beneath your skin was switching from shock to thrill. You had been in a fight. There had been henchmen. Sherlock was a detective and had taken you along on one of his cases. Which raised the question.

“Why did you bring me along?” you demanded. “Did you know it would be this dangerous?”

“I needed a date for entrance. And one I believed I could trust. As for danger, it is usually lurking around every corner, so of course I anticipated it. But, the degree is always in question.”

“Trust? You barely know me. Also, Watson didn’t have a date?”

Sherlock pointedly ignored the last point you made, “I’m good at reading people. And you proved I could trust you, especially in a fight. Plus, you said you wanted adventure.” He tilted his head towards you, asking sincerely, “Tell me, how am I doing providing that for you?”

You yanked him to you by the lapels of his coat, your lips crashing together. He was stunned as you pulled away.

“That was so exciting!” you said, caught up in your emotion.

Someone cleared their throat. Watson was standing there further down the alley. Sherlock hands came up to yours still grasping his lapels and he pulled your hands away. His thumb caressed the hand further away from Watson, concealing the touch, before he let you go.

“Right, well, we’ve retrieved the stolen items. That’s what we came here to do, correct?” Sherlock asked, reaching into his coat, pulling out an extravagant necklace and earring set. “Shall we move further away from the scene of the crime? Preferably to make sure Miss Y/N gets home safely.”

He barely saw Watson move towards the pair of you before he looped arms with you again and began walking. The trio of you caught a Hansom cab to return you home. On the trip, you offered Watson your other glove and said, “Sherlock’s already bloodied the other one. They might as well match.”

Watson actually chuckled at that and took it from you gratefully, wiping at the cut on his forehead. You caught Sherlock was amused by your comment and you sent him a quick, close lipped smile before pointing out to Watson he had missed a spot.

When the carriage pulled up outside, you looked at Sherlock and said, “However will I contact you if you do not give me an address?”

“Bold of you to ask for a man’s address,” Sherlock commented.

“You’ve been using that adjective to describe me since the moment we met. And I’m merely asking in case I need a date somewhere and need one for entrance,” you said, turning his words back to him.

Sherlock’s eyes crinkled and he said, “Touche.” He leaned out the window, “The lady is getting out. After she does, 221B Baker Street.”

You opened the door yourself and got out before either of them could react. You turned back to the door and said, “Expect a letter then. Pleasure to meet you, John. Thank you for the invigorating night, Sherlock. I surely will not forget it.”

With that you closed the door, and turned, leaving them.

Inside the cab, Watson looked across at Sherlock who was watching Y/N go through the gate and up the stairs as the carriage took off again. Sherlock felt Watson staring and turned his head back when Y/N was out of sight.

“Wherever did you meet her, Sherlock? And how long has this been going on?”

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There were small get togethers still held in the off season, especially underground, and you had sent Sherlock a note, letting him know you would be at it, extending an invitation. You were on the minds of the hosts as one not to report debauchery, which is what this party consist of. And through them, you had secured that invite for Sherlock on your word he would not speak of what transpired there either.

You were accompanied by three girls younger than you, who were eager to meet some of the men attending. They cared not you were a tad older, actually were relying on you to give them guidance. They knew you were not a virgin and one confided to you she was not either. Your advice to them was to stay away from Lord Timothy and Mister Wilhelm… they both carried disease. The girls had giggled at first before they realized you were serious. You had been warned yourself by someone older than you during your first season.

You found yourself wandering through this party, keeping an eye out. He had responded he would attend. It would be the first time you would see him since Watson and him had dropped you off at your aunt’s after that night at the theater. It had been over a week.

There were card games going on, women sitting in men’s laps, libations and drugs passed around freely.

“My, my, a woman without thick or long sleeves and baring shoulder,” you heard him comment from behind you. Turning, he was standing, hands clasped behind his back. “You’re barely wearing anything at all… what would your mother say?”

“Barely wearing anything?” you repeated, coming to him. “I have a dress on!”

“But it is improper. The scandal!” Sherlock commented dramatically.

“You don’t approve?”

“I prefer it. Your skin is beautiful.”

That was the first time he had commented on anything other than your clothing and your heart jumped. You kept your bearings though.

Cocking an eyebrow, you asked, “Sir, I thought you said it was inappropriate to comment on features. You are so indecent!”

“Yet, you’re still standing here with me.”

“That I am… How satisfied you must be.”

“Quite.” His eyes were alight.

You shook your head, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “Well, are you going to offer to find us drinks?”

Offering his arm, you took it, allowing him to take you towards a table where one of the servers would come by to take an order. The two of you spent the next couple hours drinking and speaking in hushed tones about his work and what was going on with you and he even engaged in politics with you. Throughout the conversation, you had gotten closer to him in the booth, your bodies almost touching.

“You’re here with others…” he commented out of the blue. You confirmed you were and he asked, “Do they need you here?”

“Why?”

Sherlock’s eyes ran over the room quickly before he said, “I am growing tired of the crowd. You could sneak away with me? I have a carriage waiting outside and there is a vintage bottle of brandy at my residence.”

He was… inviting you back to his place? You would be lying if you said you had not been living that kiss over and over again.

Coy, you asked, “That seems a long time to ‘sneak away’.”

“Well, then you could go tell them you are not feeling well. I could pretend you spilled on me, offer to take you home…” he made a face and said. “Honestly, I could handle you even geting sick on me cause I packed a second waist coat.”

Laughing, you asked, “Did you plan this?”

“What would your reaction be if I did?” He examined you closely. He grunted lightly as you came close, your body flush against his. He looked at you in interest. “Forward as ever, are we?”

You slapped his chest and he grinned, taking that as a yes.

<><><>

“This is your place?”

“Well, I rent this room specifically. Watson has another,” Sherlock answered, tossing his coat on the back of a chair. His vest followed suit, leaving him in his dress shirt and suspenders. “You are not shocked by how unorganized I am?”

“There is a lot of things to look at,” you said honestly, picking up a leaf and touching the soil. “You could certainly water more though. That I will judge.”

“You’re quite mouthy.” You heard him popping the cork out of the brandy he had mentioned. “Especially for being the guest.”

“Are you complaining?” you questioned, throwing a look over your shoulder, watching him pour the pair of you small glasses. You were unsure you would be able to handle another drink; you were already buzzed, and you did not want to be too drunk for what you were expecting to come. You wandered further into the room, finding his bed.

You noticed the light film of dust across the pillow you were closest to. “Where do you even sleep? Do you ever sleep?” Running your finger across it, you rose your brows. You flicked the small dust gathering from your finger.

“Yes. But not there.” He was closer now, holding both glasses.

“Well, I hope to change your stance on that,” you said carelessly, tossing the covers back. You grabbed one of the pillows and shook it out before tossing it back.

Sherlock commented, “You are trouble.”

“Am I?” you asked, not looking at him still as you shook out another pillow.

Sherlock was quiet behind you as you began to undress. Your bodice was tossed carelessly to the side and you pulled your skirt over your head, leaving you in your undergarments. You tossed a look over your shoulder, finding him looking at you with rapt attention, his knuckles white on the glasses he was clutching so hard. Your lashes brushed your cheeks as you looked down at your petticoat, releasing it. Your corset and chemise followed, you kicking your heels off.

You turned, facing him, completely nude. You were baring your dignity and your body to him, hoping he would respond in like. He was transfixed and you took that as an invitation to crawl onto his bed, sitting back on your calves. You would be the one to mess it up, get him to sleep in it for the first time in a long time.

He placed the glasses down before turning back to you. He walked forward and you got up onto your knees as he approached. You gestured him closer, and he came to you. You pushed his suspenders off his arms, letting them fall to his sides. Your fingers found the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them, the two of your gazes locked. He let you tear it off, throwing it aside before you went to work on his sacks. His hand gripped your wrist as you went to free him from his slacks and a grin broke out.

You kissed the tip of his nose and asked, “Why are we stalling?”

“I’m just thinking of you getting caught. And your family asking for me to hang—”

You silenced him by shoving your lips to his, and he grunted at the impact. He quickly fell into it though.

Good. You had succeeded in getting him to shut the hell up. If even for a moment. You pushed at his slacks and he got the message, pushing them down himself and kicking them off along with his shoes.

You pulled at him, and he followed you, not wanting to let you go. His dick was growing hard, brushing against your skin as you brought him onto the bed. Lying back, he came in between your legs, hovering over you as the two of you were locked in passionate kisses.

His lips trailed up the inside of your thighs. His lips were soft, yet you shuddered at the brush from the stubble of his beard. He kissed up your stomach again, coming up between your breasts. He found your mouth again, his tongue slipping in.

He sunk into you slowly, and your fingers dug into his shoulders as you took each inch, breathing steadily. His lips peppered your shoulder, before sneaking back up. Sucking roughly at your neck, his teeth drug as he drove into you at a slow, steady pace. Small noises left you as you adjusted to his width.

Sherlock was lustful but he relied on passion rather than rough thrusts. He drove deep, holding you securely.

“On your back,” you rasped, wanting to please him.

He followed your order and you found yourself on top. You took him again, sinking into his length. You rode him, moaning, fingernails digging into his chest. His hands were gripping tight at your thighs and hips, low groans emanating from deep in his throat.

You stared into his eyes as you repeatedly sunk onto him, breathless and full of him.

<><><>

Nervously, you sat down on the bench beside Sherlock. He had sent you a note, somehow getting it into your bedroom without anyone in the house noticing. He had been away on a case and during that time, your hand had been forced finally. He looked bleak.

“I saw you are engaged.” He sniffed indignantly, looking out over the water. So, that is how he was going to greet you, cut right to the chase.

“You had time to be the name opposite of mine in that announcement.”

The two of you had been sneaking around either to meet each other for midnight trysts or accompanying him for over a year and a half. And during that time, you had convinced your mother to let you stay at your aunt’s, which granted you the freedom to do so.

He looked piqued. “I told you I was not ready. And I told you I would not be suitable for your parents. You needed to allow me to assist you in finding fortune to raise funds for yourself before moving out.”

“I was caught sneaking out with you.” He looked at you stunned, and you said, “Yes. Our time at The Everlade. Right before you went on this last case. I walked back inside the back door and my aunt was waiting there. There had been too many late nights and the staff had gossiped to her. It was the last straw… I was cornered and I was accused of sleeping around and I didn’t get out to or send you a note to tell you before you left.” He was silent still and you said, “I didn’t give your name up if that is what you are worried about.”

“Of course that’s not what I’m worried about,” Sherlock scoffed immediately.

“I had to choose between my great aunt telling my parents I had been sleeping with someone or behave and take the proposal she had been offered on my behalf.” You noticed the look on his face and sighed heavily. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Sherlock. I had no choice! And did you expect me to become a spinster?”

“I am years your senior and I’m still single,” he argued.

“You’re also a man.”

“You evaded it — marriage, the dredges — for years.”

“I did. At the whim of my parents! I cannot get a place on my own. And if word got around that I was being… loose,” Sherlock bristled at the term because sleeping with one man was not being loose but outside of traditional marriage – something he did not abide by which influenced his feelings on the matter – you were as good as a harlot. And that is what society believed so it was what you had to play by. “I would have been ruined.”

Sherlock huffed.

“It’s true and you know it! I was stuck under their roof! All that time. And we had something, something great. And then I got stuck under that proposal!”

“You could have moved in with me.”

“Oh? To a place with two men? That’s what I could’ve done? That would have looked savory, Sherlock! So then not only would it have been one man I was sleeping with, it would have been two!”

“There’s an attic!”

“You wanted me in the attic?”

“Of course not!” Sherlock snapped sourly. “But it would have been the convenient excuse.”

“Except for your house maid.”

Sherlock scowled at the mention of Mrs. Hudson.

You turned to face him more fully and for the first time he looked at you completely. “Propose to me.” He was stoic and you reached for his hand. “If I had another proposal—"

Sherlock pulled his hand away and you felt a deep pang of hurt. He was gruff when he said, “Your parents won’t accept it. I know who Arthur Cole is. Read up on him. He is drowning in his lineage’s fortune.”

Of course, he was right. They had been overjoyed at the proposal, knowing not only that you would be set financially but they would benefit from it as well.

Your voice was meek when you agreed, “No… they won’t.”

“Then it’s settled then. I knew how this would end.” He cleared his throat and you saw his eyes were wet and your own were following suit, devastated at what was happening. He could not even look at you when he said, his voice barely above shaking, “It does not make it hurt any less.”

He got up from the bench quickly. “Good day.”

“Sherlock. We do not have to end like this,” you protested, reaching for him again but he was out of your reach. You got up now and pleaded, “I do not want to not see you.” He continued walking off and you followed a few steps, trying again. “Sherlock, please!”

You were only met with silence and your feet came to a stop. It would not look good for you to be running after him, especially now since that word could get back to your fiancé. So, your breath shuddered, watching him walk further and further down the path, leaving you behind.

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Fic tags: @undecidedsworld @mcnegan

#sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes rdj #rdj sherlock holmes #my shit

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littlefreya · 3 years

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November in Writing 🖤

Just a masterlist for all the stories I wrote this November!

🎃 Henry Cavill

It’s On - Henry x OFC (2nd person, smut, Henry’s revenge, bondage, teasing) Henry gets revenge for being locked in the basement.

Keep your eyes open - Henry x Reader (smut Dom/Sub, mutual masturbation, facial, bodily fluids all over, mention of oral performed on a man.) Henry makes you touch yourself while having you on a spreader.

Drabbles

Don’t test me pet - Henry x Reader (Suggested smut)

🎃 Sherlock Holmes

The Devil’s Tongue - Sherlock x OFC (Smut Manhandling, abuse of power, MaleDom/FemSub, thigh riding, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, mild mentions of blood, sex in front of the mirror, profanities, bodily fluids, possessive behaviour.) A mask of virtue hides a man riddled with lust and while his stoicism proceeds him, even he can’t withstand a begging girl.

🎃 August Walker

Stalker Walker - Chapter 5 - August Walker x Reader A voyage to Paris in order to escape your mundane life leaves you with more than what you’ve bargained for.

Pink Umbrella - August x Reader (Fluff to smut, soft!August Walker, DD/LG, thigh riding, gloves fetish (it’s a thing now), dirty talk, a tint of angst and slight twist ending.) August is on a mission in beautiful Paris and had you join the ride, but while he wants you to stay safe at the hotel, you have other ideas.

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove

Jerk - August x Reader (male masturbation, lewd language, mentions of rough sex, degradation, anal and oral (both male and female receiving), depiction of bodily fluids and slight angst.) August sits alone in his office, thinking about the one he can’t have.

Easy Prey - August x Reader (dark, kidnapping, bondage, dubious consent, teasing, dirty talk, gunplay, sweet degradation and praise ) Direct sequel to Jerk. Ring or not, August promised himself that he will make you his, in whatever mean possible and he kept that promise.

Shelter - August x Reader (Strictly soft sticky fluff) Lazy morning cuddles with August

Something Wicked - August Walker x Reader (Fluff) August sleeps tightly and you decide to exploit the situation.

Kiss it Better - August Walker x OFC (3rd person POV Fluffy, sticky, gooey fluff and floof with a tint of naughty suggestion) August takes care of his girl after she fell

Drabbles

August’s moustache ride - August x Reader (smut)

August’s safety ass - August x reader

🎃 Captain Syverson

Drabbles

Syverson’s Safty boobies - Sy x Reader

Sy is a boob guy - Sy x Reader

🎃 Multi character

Henry’s characters daughter dating reaction

Henry’s characters as college professors

Praising / Degredation Kink with Henry characters - Smut

Henry Characters being top breeders

Thank you for reading 💖

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #august walker #Captain Syverson #august walker x reader

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fangirlinsweden · 3 years

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October 2020

Down below I will post all the amazing fanfiction I have read during October 2020.

1 ~ Shattered Pieces part 8 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

1 ~ Have Fun by @buckysmischief ❤️ Pietro Maximoff x reader, Marvel Au

1 ~ So happy part 4 by @stuckonjbbarnes ❤️ Pairing: Secret, Marvel Social Media AU

1 ~ Never Have I Ever.. by @tropicalcap ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel The Avengers play a game of never have I ever. You and Steve play for all the marbles.

1 ~ Talk by @wizardingworld-imagines ❤️ Bill Weasley x Reader, Harry Potter Universe

2 ~ Ash Painted Lips by @sebbytrash ❤️ Frank Castle x Reader, Marvel Frank is your lifeline, protecting you like only he can do but you harbour not-so-secret feelings for him that threaten to shake the foundation of this steady, necessary partnership.

2 ~ The Proposal(s) Special Update 1 & 2 by @imaginationintowords ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel

2 ~ October 1: Decorate by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

3 ~ Secrets don’t make friends part 3 by @buckysmischief ❤️ Peter Parker x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

3 ~ So Happy Part 5: In the Afterglow & Part 6 by @stuckonjbbarnes ❤️ Pairing: Secret, Marvel Social Media AU

3 ~ October 2: Halloween pj’s by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

4 ~ Shattered Pieces part 9 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

4 ~ October 3: Movies by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

5 ~ Eternal Love part 3 by @barnesjamcs ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

5 ~ October 4: Candy by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

5 ~ Shattered Pieces part 10 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

6 ~ What’s Next part 6 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU

7 ~ October 5: Scary book by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

7 ~ October 6: Front Porch by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

7 ~ The Monte Carlo Job Chapter 1 by @iwillbeinmynest ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel

8 ~ On The Same Page by @banditthewriter ❤️ Billy Russo x Reader, Marvel

9 ~ A Beautiful Lie by @mermaidxatxheart ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel You’re forced to do something terrible, something you would give your soul not to have to do.

9 ~ October 7: Pumpkin Pie by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

9 ~ October 8: Face painting by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

10 ~ Secrets don’t make friends part 4 by @buckysmischief ❤️ Peter Parker x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

10 ~ How do You Solve a Problem like Bucky Barnes part 12 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

10 ~ October 9: pumpkin carving by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

11 ~ October 10: Pumpkin Seeds by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

11 ~ The One by @barnesjamcs ❤️ Michael Gray X Reader, Peaky Blinders

12 ~ Shattered Pieces part 11 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

12 ~ The Cowboy by @ladyideal ❤️ Leonard McCoy x Gender Neutral!reader Leonard loses a bet, and has to spend a night with you at the infamous Stanley Hotel.

12 ~ Koala Grip by @ozarkthedog ❤️ Clark Kent x Reader, DC Comics

13 ~ Eternal Love part 4 by @barnesjamcs ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

14 ~ The Monte Carlo Job Chapter 2 by @iwillbeinmynest ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel

15 ~ Shattered Pieces part 12 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

15 ~ Paint Me a Memory chapter sixteen by @mermaidxatxheart ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Social Media AU

16 ~ October 11: Orange by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

16 ~ October 12: Disney by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

16 ~ October 13: Painting Pumpkins by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

17 ~ Secrets don’t make friends part 5 by @buckysmischief ❤️ Peter Parker x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

17 ~ October 14: Costume Search by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

17 ~ October 15: Haunted House by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel AU Guns and Roses stories

18 ~ Shattered Pieces part 13 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

19 ~ Oh Shit by @dancingalone21 ❤️ Cop! Sam Winchester x Reader, Supernatural AU

20 - did not read any fanfiction this day

21 ~ Eternal Love part 5 by @barnesjamcs ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

21 ~ My ex’s best friend by @buckysmischief ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, past Scott Lang x reader ‘

21 ~ Shattered Pieces part 14 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

21 ~ Paint Me a Memory chapter seventeen by @mermaidxatxheart ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Social Media AU

22 ~ Helpless by @mermaidxatxheart ❤️ Taron Egerton X Reader

23 ~ How do You Solve a Problem like Bucky Barnes part 13 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

24 ~ Did not read any fanfiction

25 ~ Shattered Pieces part 15 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

26 ~ Vampire Diaries Imagine by @angelkurenai ❤️ Stefan Salvatore x Reader, Vampire Diaries Imagine trying to find a way to tell your boyfriend, Stefan, that there is a chance of you being pregnant with his child.

26 ~ Folklore [song series]: the last great american dynasty by @imaginationintowords ❤️ Bucky Barnes x OC!Reader; Steve Rogers x OC!Reader , Marvel AU

27 ~ Dark Times by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel Bucky is what goes bump in the night and darkness does get sunshine.

28 ~ You Let Her Go by @volklana ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel

29 ~ Shattered Pieces part 16 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

30 ~ Love In A Bottle by @ladyideal ❤️ Leonard McCoy x Gender Neutral!Reader

30 ~ If Tomorrow Never Comes by @banditthewriter ❤️ Billy Russo x Reader, Marvel You wake up to a normal day in your life until you realize you’re being stalked. When your stalker kills you that night, that should be the end of it. Instead you wake up at the start of your day again. As it becomes obvious that it wasn’t a dream, you are faced with the horrifying realization that you’re trapped in a time loop and if you don’t figure out what’s going on, you and your friends will continue to be in danger.

30 ~ Halloween Spirit by @darling-i-read-it ❤️ Peter Parker x Reader, Marvel Peter crashes through your window and watches scary movies with you

31 ~ Eternal Love part 6 by @barnesjamcs ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

31 ~ All Hallows’ eve ball Drabble by @hispeculiartreasure ❤️ Sherlock Holmes (Henry Cavill) x Reader Moodboard by: @abovethesmokestacks

#October 2020 #266 Days Reblog Challange #Reblog Challange

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con-fection · 3 years

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ASHES TO ASHES | jim moriarty x reader | part 3/13

Word count: 4.3k

When Sherlock Holmes becomes a man obsessed, James Moriarty becomes a man intrigued. That much, you are about to learn.

The first night in your hotel room, you allow yourself rest. The bed sheets are so soft, and sleeping on a mattress is infinitely more comfortable than the floor of a freezing basement. In many ways, despite your fervent dislike of the decor of the room based on its disingenuity, it is a decent opposite to your life before.

There is no blustering breeze blowing through dark, cracked bricks. There are no semi-dangerous power tools strewn over the floor. The sheets don't scratch at your skin.

You make sure, that night, to check yourself over for injuries. The fire was a major risk, you knew that much, and there had always been the chance that you could get caught in the blaze and burn alive, your body remaining trapped in the same house as those of your step-family's, and your freedom curbed by fire.

And you had come out unscathed.

There were no burns on you, not even the tiniest of markings from something as harmless as a stray ember. There was the chance you were suffering from some mild smoke-inhalation, but you felt completely fine, so you weren't too worried about that.

You wake up earlier than most people, but today, you don't have to get up and start sweeping or work on preparing breakfast. You feel absolutely, devastatingly victorious when there come no shouts of your name, no demands to get out of bed and fix the house.

Freedom feels so utterly delightful.

The only real downside is the lack of birdsong. The kind of birds that will chirp sweetly in the morning with you as their only audience do not thrive in inner-city London. Here, there is the eternal street-chatter, car noises, and taxi calling.

When you turn on the TV, having spent the early morning lounging in bed and enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in soft sheets, the news is reporting live from your street.

There is a news reporter lady talking rapidly to the camera, a microphone clutched tightly in one hand. Behind her lie the remains of your parents' house. The blaze has long-since been extinguished, but there still remains one lone firetruck at the scene. The house itself has practically caved in on itself. Tiles of the roof and pieces of wood that had served as the infrastructure of the house lie lamely scattered around the lawn and driveway. It's a mess of ash and what had once been your childhood home.

The words she's saying are almost imperceivable.

Verona's car had caught fire after all. That alone gives you a smug sense of satisfaction. Just one more thing that she had valued had been stripped from her and desecrated.

"...The police have announced that they are launching a murder inquiry into the deaths of Verona Archer and her nineteen-year-old twin daughters Aubrey and Alora. Detective Inspector Lestrade, who will be heading the inquiry, has declined to comment, but sources have confirmed to us that Reichenbach hero Sherlock Holmes will be consulting."

You sit up, more interested in what she has to say than you had been just moments ago. The murder inquiry was no real surprise - you hadn't exactly tried to cover up the fact that the corpses had been hacked to bits. The mere thought of Sherlock Holmes - an allegedly brilliant civilian detective - on the case, did however shock you slightly.

Taking in a shuddering breath only calms you very slightly.

You had been so, so careful, and this had the potential to become your downfall.

The police, of course, would be on the case. You had been smart - burning everything in the house that had belonged to you. Any item that bore your name or image was to be reduced to ash, now scattered in the wind like black snow.

It was most fortuitous that Verona had caused you to have a life of solitude. Her daughters, of course, had been allowed to go out and socialise as much as they wished. Verona herself would attend dinner parties, and had wormed her way into any and every social scene that she could. Everybody had adored the three of them - Verona Archer, with her perfectly curled blonde hair, pink lips, and her darling twin daughters that were the spitting image of her.

That was a social life that you hadn't been permitted. You had been incredibly resentful at the time. Your parent's families flaked away from you once they had both died - there was nobody who cared to reach out and check on their only child. There was no way of being certain whether or not they would even remember that you had been living in the Archer household.

It was rather unlikely there were even any neighbours that even knew of your existence. That obscurity would hopefully keep you safe.

It's mid-morning by the time you eventually leave the hotel room. You've decided that today you're going to buy some new clothes, get some food, and look for a job that won't ask too many questions, all whilst keeping your head down and staying away from any cameras. The employment will probably come in the form of a seedy pub, which does invoke some kind of revulsion within you.

You have to remind yourself that it won't be for long. This is all temporary - once you're able to acquire some forged documentation you'll be in the clear. This is just one step closer to your happy ever after. You've already endured the hardest part and come out stronger for it.

---

Lestrade has relocated his board, featuring pictures, evidence, and lots of colourful string and thumbtacks, to a bigger room in the police station. The board sits front and center of the room, and is the primary focus of the room's occupants.

The full team has been gathered, all congregating in this one room to try to work cohesively.

"Listen, we're under a lot of scrutiny on this case." Lestrade says, grimacing as he looks between his taskforce and the board.

"And that's your fault." Donovan sniffs. "If you hadn't brought in Sherlock bloody Holmes then I bet that the media wouldn't even care."

"Right, right," John tries to intervene. "Let's just look at the evidence, yeah? And try to solve the case?"

As usual, she seems less than thrilled with John's presence, regarding him less than a teammate and more as a tag-along that Sherlock had somehow procured.

"So what do we actually know then?" Donovan asks, staring unrelentingly at the board.

Sherlock steps forward, pinning another picture to the board, next to the Archer girls. "This is our culprit. She's Verona's step-daughter, the child of a previous marriage of Verona's second husband."

There she is - there you are. It's an old photograph, ridiculously outdated from when you had been in high school. It looks terribly out of place next to the pictures of the Archers when they had been alive. Theirs are recent, good quality images - Verona's had been just the night before she was killed. The twins were impossible to distinguish from one another. All of them had the luxury of smiling at the camera, of being happy.

Lestrade takes over. "Her father died almost a decade ago in a car accident, and her actual mother passed away a while before that from health complications. The dad remarried not too long after his wife's death, so Verona becomes her step-mum, and the twins become step-sisters. She's a few years older than the twins, and we have no clue whatsoever what she had been doing since she finished high school."

"And we have no clue where she is now?" Anderson asks.

"None wha-" Lestrade begins.

Sherlock cuts him off. "No, that's not true. She'll be in a major city, most likely London. She'll either be keeping a low profile, or have a new identity set up already. She will have changed since high school - probably a hair cut, hair dye, or even tattoos, though that's unlikely."

"Right, I'll tell the officers on duty to keep an eye out for her." Lestrade nods, "Though I don't think a picture from years ago is going to help very much."

Donovan frowns slightly, her eyebrows tugging downwards slightly. She bites her lip for a second, her eyes darting between the pictures of the Archer girls when they were alive, their bodies, and their possible murderer. "Do we have a motive yet? Are we sure that this couldn't be a stalker who killed the Archers to kidnap their step-sister? I just can't really see a girl who Verona had raised, who loved the twins as if they were really her sisters, just turning on them like that."

"That's been bothering me too." Lestrade says. "I mean, maybe she felt like an outsider, but -"

"Of course she felt like an outsider." Sherlock says. "Verona took away her step-daughter's bedroom and had her sleep in the basement, so that she could store her fur coats upstairs. The step-daughter would be banned from furthering her education, and served as practically a live-in maid. It's incredibly obvious, really."

"They kept her as a maid? In the basement?" Lestrade's jaw hangs open slightly, his tone utterly disbelieving.

"Of course they did. All we have to do now is find her." Sherlock says, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come on, John. If Cinderella's looking for a story, then we'll help her write one."

---

By the time you get back to your hotel room, your confidence has been bolstered immeasurably. You'd rather cautiously kept away from the more densely populated, camera-filled streets, and remained in more seedy, shady areas where nobody would really care too much even if they did know what you'd done.

In that time, you'd secured clothes, food, and you'd scouted out a few places that would probably be willing to employ you and not ask too many questions, though you weren't under the impression that they would pay you particularly well.

It felt so intoxicating to be completely and utterly free. You had no constraints any more. There were no Aubrey and Alora to hound you when you went shopping, and Verona was no longer around to tell you to be grateful that she even kept you around. Total, complete independence was one of the finest things you had ever encountered.

Perhaps the next few months would be rough whilst you were evading the police and establishing your new life. But ultimately, you were free. From freedom, your happily ever after would be borne.

Hastily, you put the food away - you'd bought simple things that could be stored in the mini-fridge - and pull the clothes on to hangers in the wardrobe. It doesn't feel like home, but oddly, you're glad for that.

Home had been burnt down, reduced to ashes by your own hand. In due time, you'd build a new one if you had to, and it most certainly would not resemble this hotel room.

Once you've finished packing everything away, you try to allow yourself to relax, but for some reason, you feel utterly unable to.

For some, indecipherable reason, you feel watched.

Instantly, your eyes narrow and you stalk around your hotel room, checking below your bed and in the bathroom. There's nobody hiding in either places, and you know that the wardrobe is empty, too. You're utterly alone here, and yet, you certainly do not feel that way. Rather, it feels like there are eyes at your back, scrutinising your every move.

Your next course of action is to check out the window. There's nobody there. Still, you draw the curtains closed tightly. It does little to block out the light or offer you any true sense of security. You're on edge - all of a sudden the shadows in the room feel too dark, too ominous, and it feels like the temperature has dropped several degrees.

There's a deep paranoia settling into your bones, and slowly, but surely, your heart rate is beginning to rise, to the point where your heart is rapidly thundering against your ribcage.

There has to be something you'd missed.

Most people hadn't developed the acute senses that you had. They simply weren't as perceptive, and they had no reason to be. Your distinct awareness of everything around you had been developed over years and years of maltreatment.

Just the slightest movement could tell you a thousand different things. Noises, from the screech of a heeled shoe against wooden floor to the mutterings of your step-mother, were a vital part of determining how safe you felt. Sight, too, was important. You could recognise just from the way Verona positioned her handbag if she would be in the mood to let you eat that night.

You had learnt to trust your senses. And right now, they were declaring that you had missed something - that there was something totally and completely off about this room.

Quickly, your eyes are traversing over every tiny little thing. From the doorframe, to the curtains, to the TV, to the desk -

The desk.

That's what had changed. The sugar packets and TV remote had been pushed to the outskirts of the desk to make room for something that hadn't been there before.

It's in the centre of the desk, and your jaw drops open slightly just at the sight of it. A bolt of ice rushes down your spine and suddenly you're afraid. There had been no fear when you killed three people and set their house aflame. But this, this felt like a threat.

Resting idly, almost innocently on the desk, is a heeled glass shoe.

It glitters prettily under the few rays of sunlight that escape from the curtains, but its mere presence feels insidious. You want to stumble away from it, dash out of the hotel and run for your life. But you don't. Rather, you stalk closer, creeping towards it, your eyes wide and unblinking.

The glasswork is pretty. It's delicate - carefully made, with intricate spirals running up the heel. It's relatively transparent, with a slight blue tint to it, enough to make it appear more frosted. It looks about your size, but it's far too nice to even attempt to wear. It's the kind of shoe you would have relentlessly lusted after as a child. A real life glass slipper.

And yet, neither the pretty glasswork or whether it is actually wearable are the primary thoughts on your mind.

Right next to the shoe, lying so innocuously on the desk, is a little white note. It almost resembles a business card, with a swooping golden border around the edges. If the shoe felt like a threat, then this feels even worse.

Inscribed, in shocking black ink on the bone-white card -

HELLO, CINDERELLA. WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO TO THE BALL?

Now you really do feel like crying - like yelling out and destroying everything around you, smashing the glass slipper and burning your dreams just as you'd burnt the house down. You collapse to the floor, one hand clutching at your chest, grappling onto your torso like it was a lifeline.

You had been cautious. Cameras had been avoided at all costs. You'd even made sure that there would be no up to date pictures of you available for you to be identified from. You had done everything right.

It was so, awfully unfair. All of a sudden, that tenuous, delightful freedom had been ripped out from under you and torn to ribbons. And you had no idea by whom.

There was somebody out there who knew. Somebody who knew what you had done, and worse still, knew where you were. Somebody who could very, very easily let themselves into your hotel room.

Last night, you had slept so soundly, totally unaware that you had already been compromised.

You had no idea who could possibly do this - who could want to torment you in this way. Nobody came to mind. There should have been nobody that even cared to look for you, beyond the police hunting down a criminal. Logically, there should have been no way for you to be found. All of your bases had been carefully covered.

Worst of all is that you have no way of fathoming what it even means. Is it a threat? A taunt?

You simply have no idea, and you're not inclined to even want to find out. It's entirely possible that you've burnt your way out of one cage just to be put in another. All because there's somebody out there who's smarter than you, who has somehow been able to undo every precaution you put into place.

Taking in a deep breath, you lower your head into your hands and beg yourself to just think.

This could be a threat. You have no idea who would want to threaten you, and you have no leverage against them.

Rather quickly, you come to the conclusion that for now, you will simply play along with whatever they want. It's the easiest option - if they'd found you here then they could potentially find you anywhere. This way, you can dig for as much information on them as possible.

Playing along could mean being extorted, or made into a pawn. Wretchedly, it threatened to put a stranglehold on your freedom.

But, you'd broken out of the role of the pawn before.

If they were threatening you, then you would play along, until you found the right time to burn them to ash, reduce them to cinders that could easily be swept away. You were already well on your way transitioning from pawn to queen, and you were absolutely determined not to let anything derail you.

This time, you wouldn't run away from the blaze. You would gleefully watch it consume anybody who dared stand against you.

If reaching the fabled happily ever after meant starting a few fires, then that's what you would do.

---

There's a deep sense of relief when you wake up and find that nothing's changed. The glass slipper is still resting threateningly next to the card it came with upon the desk, but you haven't received any additional gifts. Not yet, anyway. You cannot simply throw caution to the wind - now you must be more careful than ever.

Somebody has discovered exactly who you are, and they know exactly where you are. It's quite possibly the worst position for you to be in. The last thing you need is anybody else recognising you.

That morning, you creep out of your hotel room, dressed in some of the clothes you had bought the day prior. You were very careful not to choose anything too flashy or that would stick in people's minds. For all intents and purposes, you needed to become a shadow, to fade from memory and hide in plain sight.

Once again, you will be trawling the shadier areas. These are the places bathed in darkness and defined by hidden bloodshed. These people have little regard for the law-abiding. Being amongst them will probably help keep you concealed.

They won't allow the police to get anywhere near them. There will never be any security cameras. There will only be secrecy and that is where you'll thrive. It's where you will hide, until the press has blown over and your step-family's murders have been relegated to cold cases.

You stalk out of the hotel, ever wary of everybody that you interact with.

Any one of these people in the lobby could have left you the slipper and the note. They're the ones with the most opportunity. However, most of the guests here, from what you can reasonably guess, are disenfranchised or senile. It could have even been the lady at the desk, Emily, you think her name had been.

You take to the streets like a duck to water. You decide to walk along a route with less traffic, working your way through maze-like alleys rather than go near the roads. There's almost no cameras here, and occasionally you will see a metal clasp on the brick walls that perhaps, at some time had held a camera, but it had since been taken down or torn off the wall.

Unfortunately, these places are rife with unsavoury people. Realistically, you probably weren't the only person here that was on the run from the police.

Your methodology of travelling only by the shadiest routes brought you past a myriad of seedy little pubs. You'd taken a look at some of these places yesterday. They seemed like as good a place as any to start looking for a job. The people there weren't likely to ask too many questions.

Despite having probably done crimes more morally reprehensible than any of the pub patrons, there's a disparity in how you view yourself compared to how you view them. They're stationed below you - they are just another stepping stone to your future. Among them isn't where you belong.

The way you spend the day is rather boring - doing a more in depth evaluation of all the places nearby that would probably be willing to employ you, mentally cataloguing the pros and cons of each place. It's incredibly dull, but you have to remind yourself that it's necessary. Right now, you don't have much other choice.

By the time the sun is beginning to set and dusk is beginning to fall over London, you've found a few places you like the look of. They're easy to get to, and just seedy enough that they may not care about your lack of documentation. That, of course, had been destroyed in the fire, and even if it hadn't, you weren't about to use your real name.

Once it starts to get darker, you head back to your hotel room, half-starved. You're simultaneously eager to get back just to eat, and nervous that you could have been left another message.

You practically fly through the lobby, hurriedly following the signs back to room one hundred and twenty five.

You make your way down the hallway, pausing cautiously at your door.

There, hung on the door handle is one of the hotel's do not disturb signs. You hadn't been the one to place it there.

Immediately, you're put on edge. The tiny, rectangular blue and green key card feels rather heavy in your hand. Your fingers twitch, and your eyes narrow. Once again, something is very, very off.

You press your ear to the door. There's nothing - no noise that you can discern. Cautiously, you swipe the card, and you tug the door handle down, but you don't push it all the way open. Not yet. You wait another moment before doing so, your eyes immediately flying to check the bathroom before you even truly step inside.

The room looks deserted, overcast by shadows. There's a deep anticipation stirring within you as you step into the hotel room and let the door close behind you.

It's rather dark - the shadows all move in the dying sunlight, and there's too many places for someone to hide.

"Hello, Cinderella." A voice calls out from the darkness, crooning and smooth.

In a second, your hand has slammed down on the lightswitch. The lights flicker for a moment, but they enable you to see him.

There's a man lounging in the chair to the desk, looking directly at you. His legs are outstretched in front of him, and he's passing the glass slipper between his hands.

You'd never seen him before. He's older than you, perhaps in his early thirties, with slicked back dark hair, an expensive-looking grey suit, and eyes that stare straight into your soul.

"Did you like my gift?" He asks, sounding vaguely amused. His dark, all-consuming, black eyes dart briefly down to the glass shoe in his hands. He strokes a fingertip along the glasswork intimately.

"Who are you?" The question tumbles from your mouth before you can even think to stop it.

He rolls his eyes. "I believe that I asked you a question first. You're welcome to call me Moriarty. But you, Cinderella, have been a very naughty girl."

This Moriarty man is rather changeable, you think. His annoyance had quickly faded to something that sounded horrendously like glee. You're left floundering for a response - there's nothing clever for you to say.

"Have I?" You find yourself saying, rather absently, like you were making an off-hand remark about the weather or something equally insignificant. It feels meaningless to refute him. You know exactly what he's referring to.

"Oh come on," Moriarty says. His voice is almost playful - and it's now that you place his accent. Irish. "You know you have. Killing your wicked step-mother and ugly step-sisters? Most people would call that terrible. Psssh, I'm not so boring." He waves it off, dismissing what you had done gut-wrenchingly easy.

You flinch backwards, your back colliding with the door. "Oh?" You manage to choke out.

"No, no. I'd call that impressive," He says in a sing-song voice. He seems so cheery, and he's practically grinning at you. "You see, most people don't quite gather the guts to kill their own families. And when it's a woman - well, they tend to go for poison. Bit of a cop out, don't you think? But no, not you. That would be too boring. Go on, Cinderella, tell me how it felt."

"Am I...being blackmailed?" You don't think you've ever felt so confused and worried at the same time. This man - the man who had figured it all out and found you seems to be dually comical and threatening. You can't really discern what is an appropriate reaction.

"Only if you'd like to be." He replies with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. "Just tell me something, will you?"

#jim moriarty #jim moriarty x reader

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a-real-ackerman · 4 years

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Perfect Scenario

Sherlock Fanfic

summary: You, a super human, an excellent actor and a liar with debatable ethics; are having a hard time overcoming feelings no one new you were capable of. On top of it, you have to deal with your “arch enemy” who has dedicated himself on the way of ruining your chances at your new life.

pairing: Sherlock x superhuman!Reader

warnings: Mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide, violence, language and horrible mistakes... I dunno, I will write a current warning in red on every chapter.

A/N: Even tho I think Sherlock as an asexual character or not interested etc, I find working with well-known characters and less OC’s quite useful. Also, I see a lot of me in him so I will be writing about him more. Also, the reader is female. Also, gifs are never mine, all credits for those talented people. By the way, in case you see my mistakes don’t be shy, let me know! I am trying to improve my English.

Chapter One: “Trembling Hands.”

“You don’t know who you are, unlike me.” was written on the card you recently received. Menacing words written in an elegant handwriting, appeared by your window, every morning since last Friday. there you stood by your counter, your e/c eyes wandering over the same simple words again and again, in a hopeless struggle to find any clues. You did not know what they wanted or cared about; what part of you they assumed they knew? Your super powers? Your business? Your therapist? Your past? Your parents’ death? All the lies you have been telling whole the time?

What you could analyse from each of these notes were the fact that they actually new about you. The words they choose were written in a friendly manner which told you that even tho you have never met them, they knew enough to consider themselves close to you.

You had a few assumptions on who they could be:

A secret admirer, in a sense, stalker

A conspiracy theorist who have witnessed your... condition?

One of the investigator who had researched you in your teens

Jimmy

No matter which one they were,(more likely to be a he), he was a stalker. You did not like stalkers. But you were interested in this one’s motive. You wanted to beat their game before they could put their filthy obsessive hands on your very new and clean life.

Hopping off the counter, you rushed into the living room and put the card on the brown coffee stand in the middle of the room, right next to others. Walking trough cold blue walls of you flat, you kept mentally checking the places you usually control, in case there were cameras. You were going to take a shower after all.

“I have to ask him first,” said the man on the line, Holmes’ face shot a fake kind smile as he was face to face with the doctor. “ tell my brother I said hi.”

Doctor threw a look at the phone in disbelief as Holmes hang up the phone. Sherlock was not in his mood for a new case. Especially not a case from his brother, which involves scammers, government, some mafia and a class action lawsuit that could bring them a big amount of money. The detective was too busy in his mind palace.

John entered the flat and found his flatmate already waiting for him, sat on his chair with hands in praying position, eyes boring into him like he’s trying to ask something.

Uncomfortable under the gaze, “Yes, Sherlock ask away.” sighed John.

“John,” said Sherlock, “I have a suggestion.”

John looked at him in suspicion, his eyes narrowing.

“How about going out to see a play tonight?”

John exhaled out of surprise to his friend’s suggestion, was he asking him on a date? For a case (of course)?

“Don’t worry John, about whatever you thought of-I don’t’ prefer to vocalise it. I think we may have a new case, which includes the leading actor. She seems to play a big part in this case as much as the play. I also want to witness myself if she was as good as they talked about.”

“It’s okay, Sherlock, just for once.”

Sherlock baffled,” What do you mean by ‘just once’? This is a case just like the others, you don’t want to solve cases anymore?”

“No,” insisted John, “All I’m saying is: it’s okay to be a human just for once.It’s okay to take interest in a play, film or a person-”

“-I AM NOT INTERESTED,JOHN,”

It was too late to deny, John was already going upstairs, with a smug smirk of a self-proud mother who has just embarrassed their teenager.

You have once again saluted the audience, holding hands with your teammates. A little stronger than usual maybe, you didn’t want to throw the decors and people off the stage. Your hands were trembling more since you couldn’t stop the seconds passing; and your head got dizzier every movement, with the help of flashing stage lights. Mavis, your co-actor since high school, leaned over your ear; “You always get so excited when it ends!” she whispered without knowing anything.

You shot your perfect, warmest smile as your eyes wandered around the place in case anyone was suspicious. You locked your eyes with an awfully familiar man around your age, with curly hair falling on his forehead and eyes piercing onto you. He knew, he knew something and made it clear. He knew you.

”There she is,” you saw him whispering to his friend. You could listen to them is you focused enough, thanks to not being so human.

But you choose to not hear anything.Thanks to your instincts being quite active this afternoon, every word had felt no different than a knife stabbing her ears. All of this pain was because you couldn’t use your power today. You were a bomb waiting to explode, your hands itching to throw people to the walls and your screams desired to ruin every window in the city.

The torture soon ends, but always leaves you shaken up. You turned from the left corner of the entrance of the theatre and entered the cafe where you have tea every night after performance. You didn’t die to drink it every night actually, yet the calming mix thing of this cafe could put an angry elephant down. Naturally, you could calm down too. It eased your nerves and relaxed your muscles which helped you overcoming your power. I you didn’t bother to control your powers, let’s say, no one nearby could survive.

Whatever, you took your usual seat and smiled at the kind young waiter. You knew each other now, so you didn’t have to talk.(dreamy isn’t it? not having to talk?) You looked out of the window, watching the shiny cars passing by and colourful lights dancing. You slowly turned to the man who just sat in front of you, his arms crossed on the table and eyes gazing you in a weird expression between curious and astonished. Admiring and contemptuous. Familiar and hateful. Friendly and strange.

“I have to say I am totally astonished by your acting,” he started. You were right about astonished. You smiled firmly, just because this one was choosing his words firmly. If he is one of those creeps you would send him off. But you had to be careful these days, anyone could lead you to the stalker.

“You come here often.”

“Yes, it’s not new. Everyone who has taken interest in stalking me knows.”

He let out a chuckle which you didn’t expect to be this natural.”Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Ironic, since I have come to apologise for making you uncomfortable.”

His gaze took a lovely, apologising, soft form, which could melt your heart if you didn’t realise him checking for your expressions in between seconds. He was trying to impress you, for what?

“It’s not very comforting of you when you follow me to a cafe.”

“So it did,” he said, paying too much attention on your hands while you reached out to your tea.

“Is he bothering you miss?” asked the waiter protectively, his voice a few octave deeper than usual.

“I am fine, thank you Oscar.” you watched him walking away with a nod.”So what did what?”

“Me. Looking at you. You noticed me in hundreds of people. You saw us talking about you.”

“Please don’t start with that ‘love-at-first-sight-soulmate’ shit.”

“I was actually going to start with ‘you-somehow-know-you-are-in-danger’ shit.”

Your mouth dropped with his super sassy mic drop. You had to be clueless, oblivious and self centred now. You were a normal person now.

“Is this a threat? I am amused.” you smirked, don’t let them him the fear.

“No,” he rolled his eyes, “This is an offer.”

“I am Sherlock Holmes.”

“OH!” you relaxed, “I know you, (y/n)(s/n).” you answered shaking his hand.

"Come on, drink it. You seem to be dying for it."

You reached to the cuppa, not being able to hide your hands. As soon as this herbal smell filled your nose and followed it's way to your heart, a soft needy smile appeared on your lips. You felt your muscles getting back to normal.You opened your eyes.

"Now look," you threatened suddenly," if you are here to investigate my parents' death and sue me for it..."

He was more focused now, his gaze melted down to a more intense, even a curious one.

"I am tired. I am tired of this. For all my teenage years, my past, people defined me as a liar. So keep going, keep evoking my traumas. You won’t find what you’re looking for."

"There is a huge misunderstanding, "

He comforted you, leaning more onto the table, you almost loved this caring facade, a pair of eyes; signing no danger, no threat but just a simple caring feeling, were more than enough to let your guard down and believing someone. Just this once.

"I don't want to sue you. I offer you my help. Someone has opened your case again."

This was too much for you, with all energy trapped in your body your heart started to ache, your hands trembling in a way no one could stop.

"Trembling hands."

"What?"

"Show them."

You obeyed, held them up in front of him.

"I thought tea would help you."

"It does. When no one triggers me."

"Everything could trigger you. You live alone in the house your very own parents committed suicide. You don't even have pets which is surprising because you love animals, judging by a different cat and dog fur on your pants, coat, jumper, pretty much everywhere. You also have been avoiding your therapist, judging by the notification sound that you didn't answer after seeing the name. And no, it can not be your lover because you are alone live alone and have no attempt on your physical self-care, in addition, the cafe you go nearly every day or your friend group doesn't look for someone else after you arrive on your own. But those are not clear assumptions, knowing what your parents like is enough to assume you prefer to be single. You are alone for a reason. You think you’re dangerous.

So you live alone, have no one, and Scotland Yard is investigating you. You get stalked and for a reason, you always stay sharp and have a very defensive observant personality.

You are interesting enough for me. I will take your case."

"Is this a nerd way of asking for my number? If it is I will say yes."

"No, it's better, it is a smart way to interest you."

" What for? Why will you help me?"

" Because there is a game waiting for me,” he sighed, “and I am bored."

"Fine, this is my number here-"

"I already have it!"

Then he rushed out, putting his collars up, ruffling his hair.

A/N: I want to thank @fanfictionislovefanfictioni-blog for the request!

#bbc sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #john watson #johnlock #reader insert #reader x sherlock #jim moriarty #murder #slowburn #slowburn romance #fanfiction #sherlock x reader #sherlock fanfiction #moftiss #this is my first fic

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roonil-wazlib-at-221b · 6 years

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Slytherin Sherlock x Slytherin Reader

-For the longest time Sherlock’s been hearing this voice in his head

-About as long as he’s been going to Hogwarts

-He supposes it’s just another one of his thoughts or maybe the Mind-Palace-Mycroft

-You’re both just as annoying

-Eventually he investigates

-It’s in the Slytherin common room that he sees you

-A first year like him, doing homework and laughing at something someone who’s not important enough to be in here said

-And he just stares at you

-Because he’s not said a word to you

-And you’re in his palace?????

-He doesn’t even know your name

-Or at least he doesn’t think he does

-But he approaches you, scowling, and demands to know what you’re doing in here

-You turn around, still smiling, and just say

-’Well, how am I supposed to know, dummy? You put me here’

-He leaves his Mind Palace and looks up and you’re exactly where you are in his Mind Palace

-Just laughing at something another boy said

-He doesn’t know why you’re in his Mind Palace so he strives to find out

-He doesn’t talk to you the entire first, second, and third years

-Just kinda lurks behind you

-He’s positive you haven’t noticed

-He just doesn’t know why you’re in his Mind Palace considering you two have never even spoken

-He doesn’t know why he even bothers

-All you do is hang out with that Gryffindor John Watson and the Hufflepuff Molly Hooper

-You’re nothing like him or Mycroft

-You get decent grades sure and you always show up to class on time sure but your hair is always ruffled and pulled into a quick bun with quills sticking out of it like you’re some bloody porcupine

-Whenever he’s in his mind palace you just show up and tag along behind him

-And just say sarcastic things that make him snort

-And you should be annoying but he doesn’t mind you being there all that much

-He just kind of accepts it

-Like maybe you’re just there because you’re interesting

-And anyways, Yule Ball fourth year

-Sherlock’s just sitting and brooding in his chair and staring at you because you’re the only person in this whole bloody school he can’t figure out

-You’re working on homework as always

-And for some unknown reason both the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are working with you

-In the Slytherin common room

-Then Sherlock realizes both the guests are looking over at him and whispering

-He just folds his hands underneath his chin in the praying position and squints

-Mycroft comes over and sits next to him

-After a second asks Sherlock why he’s constantly staring at you

-’What????? I’m not Mycroft you’re dumb why would you say that’

-’Literally everyone in the House has noticed Sherlock’

-’Take her to the Yule Ball before Moriarty tries to’

-At that Sherlock stiffens

-He fucking hates Moriarty because he was one of the two people he couldn’t figure out

-He should probably hate you too

-He doesn’t

-Anyways

-He refuses to admit to Mycroft that he’s right

-So he ignores the sick feeling in his gut as Moriarty twirls you around the dance floor

-And ignores Irene until she leaves to go fuck multiple guys in a closet

-Honestly he doesn’t even like her he just couldn’t show up to the dance without a date

-Mycroft insisted

-Somehow he starts talking with John Watson who’s with a nobody named Sarah Something who’s got no personality and is in Hufflepuff

-John isn’t actually so bad

-Sherlock likes John

-And so the first time John ‘introduces’ you and Sherlock

-(so you guys are in the same House but you never talk about each other and I think you two would like each other)

-Sherlock just stares at you with wide eyes and when he speaks it’s just ‘asdfghkl;’ because you’ve got a quill pointing right out the back of your head and it’s making his tongue fuzzy

-And you just give him a funny look

-And later he curses himself

-If you didn’t think before (why else would John and Molly have been looking over if you hadn’t told them he constantly stares at you; that or they noticed and there’s no way they didn’t tell you) he liked you you definitely do now

-So passes fifth year

-You’re frequently seen with around five quills in your hair, one for each subject or so

-Sherlock sneers but worries about the bags under your eyes

-Obviously he gets all O’s but then he secretly wonders what you got

-One day you just sit down with him at the lake

-He opens one eye to peer at you disdainfully but doesn’t tell you to leave

-And you’re like ‘You’re Sherlock Holmes, incredibly intelligent, you’ve got a deduction thingy that John calls Asperger’s and being an arsehole. You got all O’s on your exams and so did I. You’re really weird around new people bc you couldn’t even talk to me so you’re probably shy’

-And you just keep rambling

-Sherlock secretly likes it even though you got half the stuff wrong

-and then you’re like ‘although you’ve literally been staring at me the entirety of our school career so I’d appreciate it if you stopped’

-’what if i don’t want to leave you alone’

-’if i want you to leave me alone you’ll damn well leave me alone’

Sherlock’s disappointed

-So, like, that means you don’t like him

-And he totally definitely doesn’t like you but he’s still disappointed

-’What makes you think I want to do anything with you’

-You snort

-’Please, I’ve seen that look before’

-’And I’ve heard the stories about you’

-’You use girls all the time and then you’re cruel to them’

-’I don’t want to set myself up for heartbreak’

-Sherlock just looks over at you dead in the eyes and says ‘well I haven’t been watching them for six years straight’

-You laugh nervously

-’What are you, a stalker’

-Sherlock shrugs and starts to get up

-You scramble to your feet as well

-Sherlock doesn’t notice you getting closer until you’re right in front of him and your hand is on his chest and your lips are on his

-You pull back, flushing

-’I don’t want to set myself up for heartbreak but I guess I’ve got no choice, sorry, I won’t bother you again’

-Sherlock grabs your wrist as you walk away

-Spins you back towards him like you’re dancing

-Cocks an eyebrow at you suggestively

-’What if I want you to bother me again’

-It’s after that Sherlock realizes how much of a Slytherin you really are

-You show up in his Mind Palace and instead of being snarky you’re a snarky bitch and he just loves it

-Like Mind Palace you and Mycroft get into so many arguments

-And even though Sherlock knows its all in his head he can’t help but be proud of you

-I mean

-He bases his Mind Palace off of what he sees

-You dissing Mycroft is perfectly normal

-Like

-You’ll kiss him in the middle of the hallways and right when he’s dropping his bookbag you’re stepping away so he’s flushed and scrambling to pick up his books

-and you just walk away like ‘see you babe’

-and he just stares after you like half pissed half turned on half proud

-Other times you’ll work on homework with him

-But you absolutely refuse to work with him if you’re not sitting on his lap

-And Sherlock just turns bright red

-And you’ll lean over to kiss him

-Wiggling your butt as you do so

-And Mycroft’s just sitting there with his jaw down like ‘damn sherl i wanted you to talk to her not for her to sit on your lap in the common room’

-And you’ll just cuddle with him during lessons

-because ‘goddammit you didn’t make a move for six fucking years imma cuddle when i damn well want to’

-And cuddling isn’t supposed to be this hOT

-Like

-You’ll put your head on his shoulder

-And like burrow into his side

-And occasionally press kisses to his shoulder

-Like damn

-Could you be any sweeter

-And then one day another Slytherin Janine starts spreading rumors about Sherlock and about how he slept with her bc shes jealous

-So you walk up and just punch her in the face

-And say ‘you wish he’d slept with you too bad no one would ever stoop that low’

-She doesn’t mess with you guys from then on

-But you turn around, shaking out your hand

-And Sherlock’s just sitting there and he looks like a tomato

-Like a tomato-colored stature

-Like why does he get turned on by you being violent and manipulative?

-And you just laugh and shake your head

-And take him by the hand

-’Come on I know a place’

-’What y/n where are we going what are we doing what are you talking about’

-Sherlock’s babbling because he does not have feelings

-He most certainly does not have sexual feelings

-And he most certainly certainly does not get hard when you break bitches’ noses

-So on the last day before summer break you two make some noise in the Room of Requirement

-*wink wink*

-Seventh year is fun

-You stress about everything

-And Sherlock’s so annoyed by it

-But he doesn’t bitch about it to you because he loves you

-And one day you’re ranting about how you’re going to fail your N.E.W.Ts and he just casually says ‘I love you’

-And you just blink

-....

-And then you like jump him

-So when Sherlock feels that you’re stressing too much

-he’ll just randomly say ily

-And then

-Fun times

-Although he’s still slightly hurt that you haven’t said it back

-So one day when he’s drinking some stolen firewhisky he mentions it to you

-You burst out laughing

-’I’ve said it so many times’

-’What??? No you haven’t??’

-’Yes I have it’s just you don’t pay attention to me when you’re anxious and that’s when i say it like how you say it when im anxious’

-.....

-....

-That night you two go for like five times

-And then after graduation

-Sherlock invents his own job as ‘Consulting Auror’

-Because that whole Sirius Black thing was just embarrassing

-And he’s great at it

-And you’re like so proud of him

-And yeah he proposes to you at a crime scene one time

-And it’s hilarious because it was almost your crime scene too

-Like a mass murderer kidnapped a bunch of people and took them out one by one

-So like

-You’re covered in blood

-And Sherlock’s still shaking with anxiety

-And you just roll your eyes and shove it on your finger and say ‘why the fuck did you even have to ask you stupid fucking bastard’

-which translates to

-’of course I will I love you’

-and then you start crying

-And Sherlock’s like ‘nO sTOP why are you crying what did i DO did i do something wrong’

-And you live happily ever after the end

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Curly curly curly - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

#5. Doing each other’s hair. Heyyyyyyy , first request for something else than Marvel or DC ! I’m excited :D. Hope you’ll like it :

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-This is ridiculous.

You sigh for the hundredth times today, and ignore yet again his comment. He scoffs at your lack of vocal reaction, but doesn’t do anything to get away from you, which you took as a good sign. You resumed what you were doing, and turn your head toward the entrance door as you can hear John’s footsteps going up the stairs.

Without seeing him, you were sure it was John Watson. You’d recognize the way he walked anywhere. Each of his feet on the wooden steps making a particular sound, unique to his way of climbing stairs. You’ve always been able to tell those kind of things...Most people pegged you for a crazy person, or a stalker, as you always knew too much about them before they even spoke to you. Most people...But Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

And sure enough, the door opened on a John whose hands were full of groceries. When he saw you, his face brightened, and you smiled back to him. You two became great friends, and John would always have a soft spot for you because of how happy you made his best friend (though Sherlock would scoff at that, calling him a “cheesy pathetic hopeless romantic man”...even though he was right).

Sherlock didn’t even turn around to greet his friend, still kind of annoyed with you and your stubbornness to...brush his goddamn hair.

You were sitting in Sherlock’s chair, and he was sat on the floor in front of you, his back against your knees. A comb in hand, you were gently untangling his hair with it, making his curls look absolutely beautiful.

When John realized what was going on, he froze and just stared at you two, mouth opened. Once again, you sighed (you swore than you never sighed as much before in your life, when the detective and the ex-military doctor weren't part of your life), and arched an eyebrow at your friend :

-What is it John ?

-You...You’re...You...You’re combing his hair !

-Wow, and here I was, thinking Sher’ was the one with the great observation skill !

Your sarcasm make “Sher” chuckle lowly (lowly because he doesn’t want you to hear him laugh at your joke, he’s still kinda mad at you for making stay there for you to brush his hair), and snap John back from his shock.

-Yeah ok, I deserved that one but...Why ?

-Exactly John, why ? It’s ridiculous isn’t it ? It’s another one of her “boyfriend/girlfriend” thing that I don’t get.

Here we go, another sigh escape your mouth, and you roll your eyes. Sherlock glances at you, and you almost laugh at his outraged expression. You stick your tongue to him, and he scoffs once more. Damn you and your sometimes childish behavior...that he couldn’t help but love.

You first met Sherlock almost exactly three years ago, and you made quite an impression on him. Even more than “the woman”, Irene Adler. You intrigued him greatly, and he would never admit it, but he was pretty sure you matched him in intelligence. You were just way nicer and sociable...You quickly became great friends. Dear friends. John could see the alchemy going on between the two of you, and when he told Sherlock, the man was surprised. Really ? You liked him ? With his usual bluntness, he asked you if that was true, and your short reply made his heart beat wildly : “Yes”. And he found that he wasn’t able to push you away like he did with most women. By some miracle, after being friend for two years, you became an item.

It wasn’t always easy, dating a man like Sherlock Holmes. Intimacy, especially, made him uncomfortable, and it took all of your energy to make him feel at ease in your arms. Sometimes, his brutally honest habits could hurt your feelings...but you were full of sarcasms and wits, and instead of leaving him to go cry in a corner, you would talk back, rendering him speechless every time.

Those were the moment he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you...He never felt more comfortable with someone than with you, except maybe for John, he didn’t know anyone else that made him want to talk about himself like you.

At his great annoyance, he found that you became an essential part of his life, and so, even if he didn’t always understand, he would do anything to please you. Or almost anything, he had his limits of course, he wasn’t your slave. But you brushing his hair wasn’t going beyond his limits. Just to piss you off, he’d never admit that he found your hand going threw his hair, combing your way in it, a soothing gesture beyond any...Instead, he was being goddamn whiney since you started to take care of his hair, just about half an hour before John arrived.

-It is not ridiculous, your hair are wonderful, and you never take care of them. They needed a good brush alright ? And I believe that answered your question too, John.

-Yeees...

John looked at Sherlock curiously. Of course, his friends avoided his gaze, a bit embarrassed. That made John chuckle, and he turned to look at you. You were focus on your boyfriend’s curls, and didn’t even notice his eyes on you. Your fingers were going smoothly threw his best friends’ hair, and the comb you had was following them. Your movements were tender, loving, and the way Sherlock let you do it was...Surprising. He was sure you’d be the only one in the world that he would let brush his hair.

You were quite something. If anyone would have told him three years ago that you would steal his friend’s heart...Well it wouldn’t have surprised him in the least. On the contrary. The instant complicity between the two of you was the most obvious things he ever witnessed. And he found it hilarious that neither of you, some of the most observant people he ever met, realized your attractions for each other was mutual.

He smiled to himself, and went to put the groceries he just bought away. He opened the fridge and...

-OH MY GOD !! SHERLOCK !! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ?!

You jumped, surprised of the sudden scream, and Sherlock turned around, putting an elbow on one of your knee, to look into the kitchen.

-Oh, yes, I should have told you, that’s the victim of our next case !

-That’s...That’s a human being ?

-No, it’s a fox. Granted, not in the greatest shape. Interesting really, I’ll explain everything later, when (Y/N) won’t be here.

You smiled to yourself, and couldn’t stop your heart to beat like crazy. Only for you would he put a case on hold...

John gagged a bit and closed the fridge, trying to push away the memories of the gory mess in it out of his mind. He went back to the living room, and faced you and Sherlock.

-Well, you’ll take care to put away the groceries then. I’ll take the milk and other things that need to be in the fridge to Mrs. Hudson’s apartment. You owe me for having to listen to her speech about how “she’s not our maid” and how we always “take advantage of her kindness”.

He goes to take some items from the grocery bag, and, grumbling incoherent vulgar words, take the stairs once more to go knock on his landlady’s door.

You chuckle a bit, and resume brushing your boyfriend’s hair.

And there, you’re done. His curls are beautiful. More than usually, as they’re probably taken care of. You kiss the top of his head, and he twists his neck to look at you.

-Is it over ?

-Yes curly, it’s over.

-Oh dear lord I hope “Curly” won’t become one of the stupid pet name you always give me !

-...Just because you said that, it will.

He scoffs, and look away. You smile, bending forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

-Don’t be broody Curly, you look handsome with your hair like that.

He tried. He really tried. He tried not to smile, but it was just impossible...Especially when you kissed him lightly, just caressing his lips with yours lightly. You pull away, and look into his eyes, a hint of worry in your (E/C) orbs.

-You...You didn’t completely hate it did you ?

Oh he has to reassure you, to tell you he’s just an asshole who likes to be a contrarian, to tell you no, he didn’t hate you brushing his hair, quite the opposite really. And that’s exactly what he does. You can’t help but smile, and when he rises on his feet, moves you out of the comfy armchair to sit you down where he was sitting moments ago, you’re a bit confused. He takes your place in his chair, and gently takes away the comb you’re holding. You look curiously at him.

-What ? I’m trying to be a good boyfriend, I’m returning the favor. I’ve been told that’s what you’re suppose to do to be a gentleman.

You chuckle, especially cause you’re pretty sure he misunderstood what whoever told him to “return the favor” meant, but also because...it’s just so damn cute.

With awkward movements, he starts to brush your hair, afraid to hurt you when hitting a knot. You reassure him, and for almost an hour, he takes care of your beautiful (H/L) (H/C) mane...He was right, it is quite soothing to have someone brush your hair. And as he did it, Sherlock realized that it was almost just as pleasant to comb his fingers threw your locks, than it was to feel yours threw his curls. With a kiss on your head, he decides to do this more often.

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