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She is my girlfriend(BBC Sherlock x reader)
summery: 3 times Sherlock lied about being your boyfriend and the time he made it real warnings: i think none but there are spoilers on the show if you haven't watched it yet genre: fluff p.s: i added some scenes and changed some dialogues in some parts.
number one: during 'the blind banker'
you were a detective. you went on cases with Sherlock and John. now you had to go into Eddie Van Coon's apartment.
"they are new to the apartment aren't they?" you said.
Sherlock smirked: "yes, they are"
"how are you so sure?" John asked
Sherlock points at the name on the doorbell.
"maybe they changed it." John said.
"no one would do that" you said and Sherlock rang.
"hello?" a woman's voice said some moments later
"ummm, hello miss, we are your downstairs neighbors. i don't know if you know us." Sherlock said
"uh, umm, no. we are new" the woman said.
"well, me and my girlfriend forgot our key's in our apartment" Sherlock said wrapping one arm around you and you rose an eyebrow but quickly played along.
"oh, do you want me to open the door for you?" the woman asked
"yeah, ummm, could we come from your balcony?" Sherlock asked.
"the balcony?!" the woman said surprised and Sherlock nodded.
after she left you came out of his arms.
"your girlfriend?" you asked with a raised eyebrow and John chuckled.
"oh, please. it had to be believable." he said.
"uh-huh" you said
number 2: during 'a scandal in Belgravia'
"punch me in the face" Sherlock said
"punch you?" John said
"yes, punch me in the face. didn't you hear me?"
"i always hear 'punch me in the face' when you talk but it's usually subtext" John says
"yeah" you agreed and then, without another word you punched Sherlock in the face.
"i always wanted to do that" you joke
"ouch" Sherlock says "ok..." he starts but gets cut of by another punch by John.
"you are right! i think i did too" John says chuckling making Sherlock roll his eyes.
after forcing Kate, Irene's assistant to open the door you entered the house.
"who is the beautiful lady?" Kate asked with a fake smile
"oh, i..." you started but Sherlock cut you off
"she is my girlfriend" he says
"oh" Kate's fake smile fades and she walks to the room asking you to follow.
"i literally just punched you in the face" you whispered
"i asked you to" he says and you tried to hide your smile
number three: during 'the hounds of Baskerville'(i added this scene)
"hi" Sherlock says sitting next to a random costumer at the bar.
"hello, what's the problem?" the man said
"well, me and my girlfriend are here for vacation and we heard whispers about a huge dog in this town. in the woods." he says
"we made a bet. i said there is no such a thing and he disagrees" you played along
"so, you are here more often right? we wanted to know which one of us will win" Sherlock said placing a hand around your shoulders to make it look more realistic.
"oh, oh, this is way more than a dog. it's a monster. you should believe in it." the man says and then he turns to look at you "of course i don't want to scare a pretty woman like you"
you rolled your eyes and Sherlock glared at him and left before he could finish.
"ok, thank you for your help." he says trying to act unbothered.
"wow, you don't have to be so overprotective" the man say making you smirk and Sherlock roll his eyes.
number four: the real confession
"y\n?" Sherlock says walking to the room.
"yes?"
"i wanted to ask you something" he takes a deep breath.
"ok, what is it?"
"will you....can you....oh god!"
"Sher, just say it. its okay."
"ummm.....willyoubemygirlfriend"
"i'm sorry?" you raise an eyebrow
"oh god" he takes another deep breath "look, i'm not usually this nervous about anything but this really means to me and it has been on my mind for months....will you, be my girlfriend?" he finally says
"what?" you chuckle making him look more worried than he already is "you were nervous to ask me to act like your girlfriend? i have done that a lot of time. i'm actually starting to think it is real" you joke.
"what is it this time? a serial killer or another guy with mental health issues? maybe another naked woman?" you continue
"no....i....i mean be my actual girlfriend" he corrects
"what?" now you were really confused
"you see, all this time, when i acted like you were my girlfriend or acted jealous, it was because i liked the thought of that."
he waited for you to answer but when you didn't he continued.
"will you?" he said "be my girlfriend"
"this isn't a test to see how sentimental i am?" you asked half-jokingly
Sherlock chuckled "no" he said.
"then yes, Sherlock Holmes. yes, i will be your girlfriend"
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Last Updated: 2024-05-30
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ A Week Early│Prt. II│Prt. III by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: You and Sherlock are having your first children; who've thought the famously emotionless detective would be such an anxious father.
✑ A Little Love and Lots of Laughs by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "It's been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. [Now], you have [two children] who... happen to love picnics, swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John."
✑ Absence of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You're] away on a mission…, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in [your] life and how badly he wants [you] home."
✑ Always Attract by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "The strobe lights won't stop blinding him and Sherlock can't seem to shake the feeling that he's missing out, until he realizes he isn't."
✑ Bedside Manner by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock figures out who the father is and [a cat's got your] tongue."
✑ Brother, Annoying Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: Sherlock's, once again, struggling to express feelings, refusing to admit he fancies you. Luckily, Mycroft knows just how to get him to confess.
✑ Champagne Problems by leftperfectionmoon • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: reader turns down her boyfriend when he proposes to her as she has been in love with sherlock all this time.
✑ Closed for Today by coppercatswrites • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Sherlock closes shop to take care of you while you're sick.
✑ Date Night by writefortherain-blog • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: It had been a while since you and Sherlock had a day off…
✑ Don't Let Me Cave In by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: Sherlock'll never get away from the sound of the women that love him and it brings more peace to him than he could ever imagine he could possess.
✑ Don't You Dare Say "I'm Sorry" by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He'd faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down."
✑ Emotions and Experiments by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •
Summary: …
✑ Exact Opposite by lykaonimagines • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls [you in] to handle the situation."
✑ Expectant by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "[You're] acting strange, and Sherlock notices. [After] confessing the truth and... He struggles to find the words."
✑ Feeling is Mutual, the by classickook • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "You've been harbouring a crush on Sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as [possible]. Foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he'll even return your sentiment?"
✑ Game is On, the by classickook • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You have a little surprise for Sherlock that turns out differently than you had originally planned."
✑ Good Girl by all-fandoms-fiction • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "..."
✑ Headache by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •
Summary: "...While it was rare for you to get a proper headache, it wasn't unfamiliar for you or the boys when one resurfaced. They usually let you be, knowing that rest, medication and sleep would usually take care of the problem. [However,] what happens when you accidentally take one of Sherlock's pills?"
✑ Holmes, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: When Sherlock's parents invite you to dinner, mistaking you for his girlfriend, it pushes their son to finally tell you how he feels.
✑ If You're Shy (Let Me Know) by classickook • 18+ • 〔E᜶M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "When Irene won't stop teasing you about your lack of experience, Sherlock comes to your defence and maybe even proves the woman wrong."
✑ Ignorance and Lunch Dates by thepokyone • 〔M᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock was clever. Everybody knew that - especially you, considering you had been friends with him since high school. Being friends with Sherlock had its pros, but it also had its cons."
✑ Kidnapped by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Kissing Advice by imagine-by-susu • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: When Irene taunts Sherlock with his sexual inexperience, the detective seeks out your advise on the matter. However, the situation does go quite how Sherlock hoped…
✑ Let's Have Dinner│Prt. II by classickook • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "as Sherlock's neighbor and friend, you've spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another."
✑ Make Up by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Although you never enjoy fighting with Sherlock, you love making up afterwards.
✑ Nicknames by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "4 times you used nicknames for Sherlock."
✑ On Edge│Prt. II by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke... [leading] Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing [you] what it's like to be on edge."
✑ Other Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ Rest of Our Lives│Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock returns home late after a week long case, and contemplates the current state of their relationship."
✑ Safe Space by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "During an argument over one of Sherlock's experiments, [you realize] some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on."
✑ Talking Out Loud by high-functioning-lokipath • 〔F᜶M〕 •
✑ Tipsy by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: When John and Sherlock return to the flat, absolutely smashed, it's up to you and Mrs. Hudson to ensure they're looked after.
✑ Waltz by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •
Summary: {…}
✑ White Lillies by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 •
Summary: You mistakenly confess you feelings to Sherlock, as it happens his reaction is rather sweet.
✑ Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[You] enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman's perfume. [You realize] it's Irene Adler who is [trying] to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him."
✑ Woman Who Was No Lady, the by whereiputtheotherstuff • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: A tense conversation with Irene Adler makes Sherlock realize something extraordinary about you.
✑ Why Do I Want to Do This Again by imagine-by-susu •
Summary: "..."
✑ You Don't Know Him Like I Do by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You're sick and tired of constantly hearing insults thrown at Sherlock about how he handles his emotions."
✑ Your Stupid Face by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Sherlock is too proud to admit to anybody he likes you, but John knows."
✑ Affirmation by eurusholmmes • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ All Day by classickook • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Ambiguity of Man by gaitwae • 〔M᜶F〕 •
✑ Announcement, the by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔M〕 •
✑ Bad Day by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Bagels by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Birds and Bathtubs by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Blissful Morning by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Boring Days, the by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Cuddling? Cuddling. by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dating and Doctors by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Do Something! by galactic-academia • 〔F〕 •
✑ Enjoy the Show Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ F*ck It by coppercatswrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ I Love You by imagine-by-susu • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Jaw Kisses by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Keep Breathing by eurusholmmes • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Lying Detective, the by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Made for Each Other by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Measurements by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Morning Light by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Move in with Me? by imagine-upon-a-star • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Never Stood a Chance by luxwritesfanfic • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ New Family by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ No Flirting by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Not on the Couch by imagine-by-susu • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Our First Kiss by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Our Little Game by justauthoring • 〔F〕 •
✑ Psychology of Cute by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Resurrection by moonlightsong • 〔A᜶F〕 •
✑ Rewritten Memory by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •
✑ Safe in Your Arms by classickook • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Stressed by generallynerdy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Tease by classickook • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Tell It Like It Is by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ There's No One Else For You by all-fandoms-fiction • 〔M〕 •
✑ These Words Of Mine by eurusholmmes • 〔A〕 •
✑ Thinking Out Loud by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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✑ Wedding Day by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Why Did You Kiss Me? by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •
✑ Babysitting Rosie w/ Sherlock... by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •
✑ Being Sherlock's Pregnant Wife... by tessimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Cuddling w/ Sherlock... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dating Sherlock Holmes… by dragon-kazansky • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Dating Sherlock Holmes... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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Being Sherlock's wife and going through the pregnancy would include:
Warning: It's Sherlock, he's a great man. fluff, aftermath of The Final Problem, sweet, baby, Sherlock is a great husband, pregnancy, Baby William creation.
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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• Him, dumbfounded and stunned when you told the news that you are pregnant which causes you to be concerned with the lack of response from him.
"I think you broke him" John.
•But later Sherlock recovers from the state of loading his information by hugging you tightly and repeatedly saying you two have become parents.
• Since you are still in the early stages of pregnancy, Sherlock will monitor your diet and recommend routines that should be followed by pregnant women. That's after he did research for pregnant women on Google.
• Concerned with the safety of you and the baby when you insist on joining him and John to solve cases. Even if you are still early in your pregnancy and capable of doing your work, saying that you don't need to tire yourself, but later let you join him and John.
• Morning sickness? don't worry Sherlock is always alert to your situation so don't be surprised if he suddenly appears behind you just to hold your hair as you vomit all the contents of your stomach into the toilet.
• Headaches? Sherlock can give you paracetamol and massage your head. Body aches? automatically, Sherlock is good at massage
• When it comes to the middle of pregnancy, the majority of pregnant women will have cravings with weird combinations of food. So you are no exception.
• Lemon and Honey? Sherlock can take the pickle and peanut butter boots? Sherlock doesn't know if the one he married all this time is human or not.
• wake up late at night just to eat something spicy? Sherlock automatically got up and left the flat for the sake's of you.
• you are also no exception to mood swings and your victim is Sherlock. Obviously.
• from sad to angry to happy and Sherlock handles your mood easily because he really expects you to be like that. He will be the place where you release your mood swings as long as you don't kill him.
• John being an expert about pregnancy (Mary preggo tadaa) gave him advice to handle pregnant women.
"and don't stress her out, Sherlock" John obviously.
• And now the awaited time has arrived. As your stomach is getting bigger and rounder, Sherlock can't keep his hands on his side because he always puts his big hands on your stomach just to feel the baby in that stomach.
• he will kneel and talk to the baby in the stomach which becomes a daily routine in these few months. He excitedly talked about his cases. Obviously.
• Him, excited when he gets a response from the baby in the stomach like a baby kicking your stomach because the baby is excited with his father. Often leaving you gasping for breath due to indigestion being kicked by the baby in the stomach.
• rub your belly every night and hug you from the back every time you sleep.
• when it comes to last month of pregnancy, your body aches and back pain are getting worse and Sherlock always helps you.
• he will whisper words of comfort in your ear as he hugs you from behind and strokes your hair to convince you that you are a strong person as you are having a mental breakdown.
• But overall, everything turns out fine and you don't have a mental breakdown anymore. Thanks to your loving husband.
• Excited because there are only a few weeks left before he will meet his baby and always finding some good names for his baby.
• Gender? nahh he doesn't care about that as long as the baby comes out well.
"Tina?" Sherlock.
"sounds like somebody's aunt" You.
•talking with baby has become traditions now. And he cannot wait to hold his baby.
• last week of pregnancy, he already took you to the hospital in case you give birth early. Bags and all facilities such as baby clothes and diapers have been packed by Sherlock. So no need to worry.
• John gave him a word of advice about the newborn. Such as what he should do and what he shouldn't do so that he won't panic.
• Rosie is excited to meet her new friend and always stuck with you while talking to the baby in your belly. She already sees you as a mother figure as hers has passed away. So no wonder she always stuck with you.
• When it's time for you to give birth, Sherlock will be where you endure the pain when you push the baby out of your vagina. He doesn't care if his hand is broken because you grabbed it or you swear at him. He's always there.
• Him, saying that you are strong and encouraging you to push the baby.
• panic when everything was quiet for a moment but sighed in relief when he heard the sound of his baby crying for the first time. He rubbed your head happily.
• Him, support his bundle of joy in both hands and smile genuinely as he found out that he got a boy.
• William Scott Hamish Holmes. That's your baby's name and his.
• Kiss William's forehead tenderly and whisper some words like welcome him to the family of Holmes.
• He is always there when you need him. What a great husband.
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Sherlock x reader - my type
Hello, how are you mate, could you do a fic where reader is a pretty young lady with lots of male admirers and Sherlock thinks she’s out of his league. But he didn’t knew she was actually into him. Thanks! - Anon💜
Walking into flat with you looked around for your older brother but you couldn’t find him anywhere, but you did find his flatmate.
“Hey Sherlock, have you seen my brother?”
Sherlock looked up from the laptop.
“John isn’t here?”
You smiled a little, shaking your head at him and you walked over to him, leaning over the back of Sherlocks chair, you looked at what he was doing.
Sherlock glanced at your arm next to him but he said nothing about it.
“Why are you looking for John?” He asked.
“He was supposed to come to the shopping centre with me.”
Sherlock nodded his head and carried on scrolling through whatever webpage he was looking through.
It was silent for a moment.
“Come with me.” You said.
“Why?”
You smiled a little and walked back around the chair, placing your hands on your hips as you looked at him.
“Because I want you to come, it’ll be fun!”
“I’m busy.”
“No you’re not don’t lie to me Sherlock Holmes. Come on! Do you really want to leave a lady walking around the city alone?”
Sherlock went back to looking at the laptop and you huffed a little.
“Please Sherlock? I don’t wanna go alone.”
Sherlock sighed, closing the laptop.
He stood up and grabbed his coat and you beamed brightly at him as your an down the stairs.
“Thank you Sherlock!”
He complained the whole way to the shopping centre, but he went wherever you went even if he didn’t want to.
You were in a store looking for new tops and jackets, and Sherlock stood looking around.
He noticed how a lot of men would stop and look at you and he furrowed his brows slightly.
Sherlock looked at you.
You didn’t even seem to pay the other men any attention, you simply went about your business shopping for what you wanted.
“Hey beautiful, wanna grab a drink later?”
You looked up at the unknown man and blinked.
“Not interested.”
You walked away, grabbing Sherlocks arm so he would follow you.
“This is why you didn’t want to come alone.” He said.
“Yeah, John usually scares them away.”
Sherlock nodded his head and looked at the red shirt you were looking at.
“That’s not your colour. Here.”
He reached out and handed you a light blue version of the top and you smiled slightly.
“Thanks.”
You happily went to pay for everything, and started wondering again.
Sherlock noticed more and more men trying to hit on you, some offering to get you lunch, pay for your things, take you out.
You declined them all, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt him slightly.
Sherlock wasn’t one for human emotions.
But you were beautiful, even he had to admit that. You seemed to have a sort of glow about you thay no matter where you were he could easily pick you out in a crowd.
You were absolutely stunning, he was sure if you wanted too you could’ve been a model.
And even though you declined the advances of other men it hurt him they had the courage to hit on you when he didn’t.
He didn’t know how.
But not just that, he was certain that there was no way you would date someone like him. He was sure of that.
He sighed softly, and glanced at you, seeing you stopping by a small bakery.
“Are you hungry?” He asked.
“A little. I just want to look.”
Sherlock nodded and gestured for you to go in, and he followed you, watching as you showed interest in different things.
“I’ll be out in a moment.”
“Okay!” You beamed.
Sherlock went back around and gathered a few of each thing you seemed to like or he knew you liked and brought them.
Walking outside, Sherlock held the bag out to you.
“Sherlock?”
“Well take it then, it’s for you.”
You took the bag and looked inside.
“Aw Sherlock you didn’t have to!”
“You wanted them and couldn’t make up your mind, so I got them all. Are we done shopping?”
You looked up at him and you smiled softly, nodding your head.
“Yeah, we can go home now.”
You got a cab back to the flat with him and happily skipped up the stairs, and you sat on the arm of his chair.
Sherlock walked over and sat next to you, and you held out the bag of baked goods.
He looked up.
“They’re yours.”
“And I want to share with you.”
“Thank you.”
Sherlock took one and you smiled, leaning against him and he couldn’t help the fact his heart skipped a beat a little.
“So, why did you turn down all of those men?”
You hummed a little.
“They’re not my type.”
“You have a type?”
You nodded.
“Oh yeah. Tall, brown messy hair, blue eyes, really smart but kinda oblivious to normal emotions, lives with my older brother and he buys me food from the bakery.”
You jumped up and beamed brightly at him, giving him a wink you grabbed your stuff and ran away while he sat there processing what you said
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Destiny
Mycroft Holmes x Reader
Summary: What happens when you fall in love with the IceMan himself? It can never end well, right?
Destiny.
A simple word yet it held so much power.
What does it mean to be destined for something or even, someone?
When you first heard about this word, your grandmother told you how she and your grandfather met.
A true love story.
A story so beautiful it was always in the back of your head as you grew older and older.
You hoped you would have a similar experience in your love life. Finding, the person and falling in love, it all sounded amazing.
You knew you wouldn't be able to force such a thing, you were aware of that. And yet, you were impatient.
So impatient that in fact, you fall into many traps.
In many ways, you thrived in your life.
Expect your love life.
Your desire for a love like no other made you fall in love with men who were undeserving.
Until you met Mycroft Holmes.
To say that he was the entire British Government would be an understatement.
You applied for a simple job, to be his assistant.
You spent so much time with him, that you thought you were going insane.
You blamed Stockholm syndrome for your feelings.
The moment you realized your feelings were real was during a very difficult week.
Almost every criminal in London had an agenda to mess with him. This caused you to do so much overtime, that you didn't even leave the office.
It was during the fourth day when Mycroft showed up with a bouquet.
"I thought you would be home," he said, clearly he wasn't prepared to have you right there, at your desk. "Usually you arrive at 6:46 because you stop by at the nearby bakery for breakfast and coffee."
So, he did pay attention to you. After he spent all that time to make sure you are aware that he simply doesn't care for people like you.
"I stayed to finish the file on this. I-"
"Did you eat?"
"No, Sir." he made a face at that and took his phone out of his pocket.
"Delivery will be here in 10 minutes. Eat, drink your coffee and then come speak with me. I'll be in my office."
He ordered exactly just what you wanted with the most perfect coffee you ever had.
He paid attention to you.
And you realized your feelings for him were real.
You knew hiding it from him would be impossible. Mycroft was incredibly smart. He would notice.
But little did you know, he felt the same.
He thought you would notice his feelings and confront him about it.
He wasn't ready for a rejection.
Yet, your rejection never came.
Not when he asked you out to dinner. Not when he brought you another bouquet.
Not when he kissed you.
Instead, he let you guide him.
Love wasn't new to him. He loved his siblings, and his parents but this kind of love is very different.
He didn't have experience with this kind of love, and it scared him a little.
But he also didn't reject it.
He embraced it.
And soon, a beautiful diamond ring found its rightful place on your finger.
It might have not been the way you wanted your one and true love.
But it was your destiny.
And you were okay with it.
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Do you take requests? If you do then I have one. Reader and Sherlock are in a relationship and she is feeling a bit traumatized of her past. Her traumatic childhood, all the raised fingers telling her she deserves nothing good. With Sherlock she forgot all of this until one night everything infront of her. And she thought Sherlock would see her the same way. And when Sherlock sees her this way what he does and all. A bit messy I know but thanks anyway!
Exceptional (Sherlock BBC x reader)
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Warnings: Sherlock being Sherlock.
He was a cruel person himself in the way he spoke, so you felt trapped in your own feelings. Completely misunderstood. Which was strange, it was so unusual to feel misunderstood with Sherlock Holmes. Yes, he wouldn't give any kind of comfort, but he would instantly know what was going on and why it was happening. You knew that. You knew that the doubt would be dispelled by just telling him that you wanted to tell him something.
But it went beyond that.
It was related to his own perception of you. It wasn't about him giving you a detailed answer about the reasons for the rejection that others gave you. It was simply enough for him to think differently, for him to believe something, anything that made you think that everything that was ever said to you was a lie.
But you knew him. He was cruel and contemptuous. Suddenly he was simply thinking about a case, you told him something and if you were lucky enough to receive an answer, it was an objective reply from a busy man.
And you absolutely couldn't stop thinking about those sarcastic comments he constantly said, even to you.
You couldn't just tell him what was bothering you. No, you ran the risk of realizing your biggest fear: that he deep down believed the same thing those boys told you. That maybe he would give you an objective perspective and then see your teary eyes and not know what to say. It was typical of him. He had a hard time with that kind of thing: emotional situations. That's why, to this day, you didn't understand how you had any kind of romantic relationship.
He knew you were sad, he knew something was wrong. He understood what could have happened to you, but once he came in he stayed too long thinking about that case and forgot about everything.
You knew it.
You knew you didn't have his attention anymore. Your thoughts were clearly increasing, remembering how those boys constantly told you those comments that left you embarrassed, those that weakened you and made you unable to respond to defend yourself. And that haunted you, it couldn't get out of your mind.
“Okay, tell me what happened” Sherlock said, without taking his eyes off the test tubes.
Your skin crawled, there was no other choice. He already knew. It was obvious. You couldn't hide anything from him. No one, no one could hide anything from him.
“Nothing, nothing's wrong” You decided to say, knowing it wouldn't work.
He looked away from the test tubes, staring at the wall for a moment, visibly frustrated. He made great efforts not to say what was happening to you out loud, but he decided to control himself, but you knew that if you didn't say it yourself, he wouldn't be able to limit himself. His brain was going faster.
You knew it, he let you vent. That alone was enough for him.
“Am I distracting you?” You asked, already feeling the guilt in your body.
“Certainly yes” He answered, being brutally honest.
There was a moment of silence, while you planned your words. He was getting impatient, you could feel it. So you just said it. “What do you think of me?” You asked, feeling the nerves running through your skin.
He looked at you, suddenly. You lowered your head, feeling the embarrassment being completely transparent about it.
“I already told you when we met, your phone clearly indicated that you were going through a…” Sherlock began, doing exactly what he knows how to do.
“No, not that” You interrupted him.
He stopped. It was time to talk about it and by the way your hands were shaking he knew it would be serious. He slowly got up from his place, it was strange for him, to stop doing his things for someone. He had never done it and he was sure he would never do it for anyone else. In fact, he didn’t even do it for you. Only now. He sat next to you, looking at you with the typical eyes of a man whose nature was not exactly on the sensitive side, but cold and precise.
You had gotten used to his gaze.
He was uncomfortable, he had never shared an emotional moment with his brother. So he didn't have much experience in this kind of situation. He really hoped deep down that the answer he would give would ease your concern. The concern he easily deduced you had. But he let you, he let you say it, as a sign of respect for you. Maybe that was the most he could give you as Sherlock Holmes.
“When I was a child, people told me a lot of things,” you began, while your hands shook harder, “that I would never achieve anything good, that I was useless."
Silence.
And much more silence.
“Well, suddenly I think it's true,” you continued, without looking him in the eyes.
He found it absolutely strange. Although he did know, he knew what it was like to feel like that, inferior to someone, but that someone was Mycroft Holmes. Apart from him, there was never anyone else. Although well, maybe his university classmates when they were upset with him…
“Clearly you are none of those things,” he said, as if it were obvious. You shook your head. That wasn't enough.
“You are absolutely exceptional, to me” This time you he stared at you, serious.
You stared back at him, surprised. It was something Sherlock never said, never said to anyone. Suddenly, your mind knew that his opinion was much more important than all the others. Maybe that would calm your memories a little. You smiled at him. He smiled back.
And that was the first time, the first time Sherlock said something genuinely kind, without any kind of intention behind it. He really thought that. It made him think. You brought out that side of him, that side that made others feel like he was more than a cold and calculating man. Maybe he could understand your emotional and warm nature.
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word count: 966
u have a date tonight! ur actually on the date for the first half of the story and sherlock’s brooding about it so badly that he can’t sleep :( BUT u come back sad 😧 so he comforts u ☺️. {angst/comfort/cute ending} {this is for the girls w no dad.}
(LOOK AT HIS PUPPY DOG EYES I WANNA CRYYYYYY) (i hate writing stories in my notes app but I watched American beauty last night and that “you could never be ordinary,” scene literally ate me so i just haddd to write something based off it. so enjoy this blurb i wrote first thing in the morning at a sleepover)
The mundane tick of the clock nearly lulled Sherlock to sleep. He persevered through the heavy bricks on his eyelids, pacing the room thinking of you. The time now was 12:34am. You’d left for a date at around 8, you never went on dates. Sherlock preferred it that way, maybe then he’d get some sleep. He thought of you, the image of you in your little black dress and red heels… the way you styled your hair and left a few dangling curls to frame your already perfect face. The stubborn detective would never say it but it enraged him to see you dressed up like this for another man.
…
“How do I look?” You asked sheepishly. He watched your eyes meet his, inhaling the presence of your soul snaking its way into the void where his was supposed to be. Somehow during the time that the two of you had roomed together at 221B Baker St, Sherlock had fallen in love with you and he hated the fact that he didn’t hate it.
“You’re leaving?” His tone was low, monotonous.
“Yeah silly, I happen to have a date tonight.” You gave him a spin. His eyes locked onto the slit in your already short dress and how it hiked up even higher when you moved. A scowl snuck onto his face as he thought about you dancing with lesser men at sub par bars, the way they’d probably slide a hand down your back, itching for an invitation to taint you with their touch.
…
‘A date,’ He muttered to himself. A cigarette sat between his lips. Sherlock leaned onto the fireplace and pulled his head back as he exhaled. Finally, your footsteps echoed up the stairs. He put out his cigarette and scrambled to find a place in his chair. Quickly picking up his violin, fumbling with the tuning to look busy. You’d left the house wearing heels yet your footsteps showed no indication of heels on your feet. You’d probably taken them off after too much dancing & the thought brought a red jealous haze back into his mind but he decided to let it go. Your dark silhouette emerged from the shadows. Something was wrong. He quickly scanned you with his eyes. Messy hair, your left dress strap sliding down your shoulder, your hand on your right shoulder seemingly massaging a bothering ache, perhaps from carrying your purse. Turning around, a yelp emerged from your throat.
“Sorry,” You choked out, trying to mask your sobs, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You glanced down at the violin in his hands, yet his attention was solely on you. Sherlock’s eyebrow was cocked as he continued to silently read your tells. Shaky voice, running mascara, you’d been crying. Your arms were hugging your body, you’d been hurt. He stood up cautiously.
“He hurt you…” Sherlock concluded aloud, inching closer. His hands were somewhat extended towards you as if he wanted to touch you but couldn’t.
“No, Sherlock he didn’t, I’m alright.” You closed the space between the two of you. The sudden feeling of your small hands on his chest electrified him yet also diminished a fraction of his anger. Physically sure, you seemed to be okay. Sherlock realized that you were hugging your body to console deep emotional pain. Physical or emotional didn’t matter to him though, all that mattered was that you were in pain.
“You’re crying. He made you cry, I’ll murder him.” His rough calloused hands cupped either side of your face, his words venomous with intent. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation but Sherlock had never allowed himself to touch you like this. The most touch you shared was when he’d let you rest your head on his shoulder during long train rides, even then he felt like he was playing with fire.
“He was good to me, I promise,” a small silence, “I did this to myself, with my own insecurities.”
“Am I… ordinary, Sherlock?”
The streetlights trickled through the curtains, illuminating the silhouette of you both holding back from indulging in your deepest desires. The image of you, gazing up at the cold detective with wide teary eyes, clinging to his word like he’s god reciting the bible directly to you. Him, his hands on either sides of your face, soothing you with his words, “You could never be ordinary, not even if you tried.”
Although your crying had ceased, his words broke the dam behind your y/e/c eyes. Your head fell into his chest and the sudden intimacy caused Sherlock tense up. He could feel you needing him, begging him to hold you just this once, to tell you that everything will be okay…and that he loves you so. He opened his mouth to protest the hug, only to be cut off by a small, “Please, just this once,” whispered into his chest.
Frozen in time, the gears in his brain began to short circuit. He was a sociopath, how could he feel like this? The two of you were never even meant to get this close. He could feel his defenses crumble. Every alarm inside his mind palace blaring. Emergency! Emergency! The void where his soul should lie was no longer empty. You’d fought your way past his defenses, seemingly effortlessly. He lived and breathed you. He burned for you, and only you. Your soul igniting him, Sherlock finally allowed himself to wrap his arms around your small figure tightly. His chin resting atop your head. He wouldn’t admit any of this aloud. As a matter of fact, he wouldn’t say anything at all. This was enough for now, he’d just be here, with you, for you, in the moment.
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Too good to be true
Anonymous Request: Maybe the reader is a university student and everyone around her is trying to woo her but they don't Sherlock is her boyfriend, so one day protective Sherlock appears and, shows them she's his.
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Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Jealous Sherlock, Major fluff, mentions of sex, Sherlock is in love with you. No use of y/n.
“Guys, I swear on my life,” you chuckled as your finger crossed over your heart, “I’m taken.”
Your friends rolled their eyes at your declaration.
“What?”
“Babes,” Lucy said. “You keep telling us about this guy, yet….” She looked around the bar that your friend group was drinking at. “I don’t see him.”
“He’s just…” You began.
“Married to his work. We know.” Miri said. She took a big swallow of her martini. “Well, I’m off to get another round.”
She quickly excused herself from the table and walked over to the bar.
You sighed. It wasn’t your’s or Sherlock’s fault that there was a new serial killer in town. This one seemed to evade your boyfriend’s and John’s attempts of catching him at every turn. You your friends. knew what stakes his job had, including late nights and missed opportunities to introduce him to
Lucy called your name. “You don’t have to keep lying just because all of us are taken. I promise, as your friends, we won’t judge you.”
To this, you rolled your eyes. When were your friends going to understand you were taken?
“Plus,” Lucy continued. “I’ve heard that Garreth has an eye for you.”
You snickered. “Garreth, the heartthrob of our year. I call bullshit.”
Lucy nudged you on the shoulder. “Is it bullshit that he’s been staring at you this entire time we’ve been here?” Lucy’s grey eyes peered behind your shoulder.
Quickly, you turned around and saw him: Garreth. His bright green eyes lit up the moment you saw him. You had to admit, he was attractive. He was tall, with curly red hair, and freckles all over his face. Not to mention, he was quite smart in all of his subjects. He flashed you a smile, one which you returned. It would have been rude not to, you thought.
“See!” Lucy exclaimed.
“See what?” Miri asked. Her hands were full as she juggled the new round of drinks.
“Garreth’s been checking out, our friend here,” Lucy explained.
“Again? He does that all the time. I swear to god that the man is in love with you,” Miri said in a teasing manner.
“Guys,” You said sternly. “I’m taken which means I have eyes for only one person.”
“Sure,” Lucy and Miri responded at the same time.
You took a shot. The fiery liquid traveled down your throat and spread warmth to your body.
“Look,” Miri said. She herself took a shot of alcohol. “If we haven’t met this…”
“Genius, tall, beautiful man of a boyfriend,” Lucy finished.
“Yeah that. If we haven’t met him by the end of the month. I’m setting you up on a date with Garreth,” Miri said sternly.
You groaned. Your finger pinched the bridge of your nose tightly. This was going to be a long night.
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It was a quarter after midnight when you walked into the doors of 221B. A bright light shone from on top of the stairs. The warm golden light could only mean one thing: Sherlock was awake.
You smiled softly at the thought of your boyfriend, as your feet sluggish in movement carried you up the stairs. Sherlock appeared in the doorway watching your climb. It was as if he knew you were coming from a block away. He probably did. Sherlock had a way with those types of things.
The first thing you did was envelope your boyfriend in a warm embrace. Something he gladly returned. The comfort you felt in his arms was unmatched: his heart beating underneath your ears as you rested your head against his chest, his soft hands cradling your lower back and hips pulling you taut to him, and how his head dipped to kiss the crown of your head. If you died right now, you were sure that heaven would be in Sherlock’s arms.
The two of you stood at the top of the stairs holding each other. Your bodies swayed back and forth in a slow dance. It had been a rough day, it seemed, for the both of you.
“Any luck with the case?” You inquired, pulling away from the hug.
Sherlock shook his head. “Not as much as I would have liked. We’ve narrowed down the possible location of the next murder, but that’s all. He seems to have avoided our every plot to catch him.”
“You’ll solve the case and catch him. I believe in you,” you comforted.
Sherlock smiled and whispered your name. “If only the world revolved around your belief in me, I’d have solved the case by now.”
Then Sherlock brought his lips to yours in a gentle manner. He was savoring the kiss. It was one of the only things he cherished. Your lips could bring him out of the grey haze he often found his mind in. He loved the feeling of you flushed against him. He loved you.
“Now,” he said with a hand on your lower back leading you into his flat, “mind telling me what’s on your mind.”
You sighed and shook your head. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing if it’s bothering you, darling.”
An electric wave shot down your spine. Even after months together, you still weren’t used to that nickname. The things you would do to have him whispering it in your ear like a prayer.
“You were supposed to meet my friends tonight, Sherlock.” You said.
“I know, but Lestrade found another body and…”
“The case is important and I understand, it’s just my friends don’t believe me.”
“Believe you?” Sherlock asked. His brow raised.
“They don’t think you’re…” Your voice grew quiet. “...real. They think I’m making you up.”
Sherlock reached out and laid his hands on your forearms, running them up and down in a comforting manner. He stepped closer. His piercing blue eyes are on you. You had his full attention.
“They gave me a vendetta. If they haven’t met you by the end of the month, they're going to set me up with Garreth.”
Sherlock’s jaw clenched. “Garreth? Who’s…”
You cut him off before he could finish. “Just a guy in my year. Apparently, he’s in love with me or something.” Your eyes lowered as you muttered those last words.
Sherlock’s hands stopped tracing your arms. You could hear Sherlock’s entire body grow tense and his breath becomes slow and calculated.
“They just need to meet me?”
You nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.
“I’ll meet your friends. Now tell me about Garreth, it seems I need to have a word with him.” Sherlock began.
You chuckled and pulled him down for a kiss to silence him.
Sherlock’s mind was made up as you kissed him. He’d let Garreth know you were his. He’d make your friends into believers. If there was any truth in this corrupted world, it would be that Sherlock loved you and that he was yours and you were his.
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“Next class, I would have liked you all to have read chapters sixteen and seventeen,” your professor announced to the class. “These chapters are crucial for the discussion, so please come prepared. Class dismissed.”
It was as if a wave of vitality drowned the class. Students, who were moments before drooling onto the desks and their eyes closed, now shot to life. They stuffed their computers and textbooks into their backpacks.
As you gathered your things at your desk, you noticed a shadow fall over your figure. You peered up to glance at the person. It was Sherlock.
You looked around confused. “Why are you…”
“Thought I’d come to visit my girlfriend and take her out to lunch. Seemed to have a break from the case for a moment,” Sherlock replied. The corner of his eyes crinkled as a grin flashed across his face.
You couldn’t help but match his smile. It really was contagious. “Perfect. I know just the place to eat,” you said. “And it just so happens my friends are working there.”
There was a sparkle in Sherlock’s eye. “Perfect indeed.” He extended his elbow out to you. You linked your arm with his and led him to the cafe for lunch.
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“Miri, the girl’s got three more days in the month,” Lucy said. “You can’t set her up on a date with Garreth.”
“Oh, and how much do you want to bet that her boyfriend will magically turn up in those three days,” Miri shot back. Lucy sighed in defeat. “That’s what I thought…I just worry about her. She needs to go and find her person. I care about her too much. Plus, Garreth is a big sweetheart and everything she’d ever want in a man.”
“I care about her to Miri, but…”
A bell rang from above the door. The sight left both Miri and Lucy’s eyes to bulge out of their heads. The two of them had to do a double take. Once they certified with their brains that what was in front of them was real, they couldn’t help but squeal.
There stood their best friend, you. What the real sight was the man linked to your arm. They ran through the description you had given them of the mysterious man.
He was tall, check.
He had a head of gorgeous dark curls, check.
Cheekbones that could cut, check.
Entrancing ocean blue eyes, check.
A smile that puts the greatest celebrities to shame, check.
A gentleman, check,
Absolutely and irrevocably in love with you, check, check, CHECK.
“It’s him!” Lucy and Miri whispered to each other.
“Hi, Luc and Miri,” you chirped. You lifted a hand and pointed to Sherlock. “This is my boyfriend, Sherlock.” The two women eyed you and Sherlock. They were doing a horrible job of hiding their excitement. “Sherlock, these are my best friends, Lucy and Miri.”
Immediately the two stuck out their hands to shake Sherlock’s.
“Damn, you have nice hands. Nice fingers as well,” Miri blurted. She sent you a wink to which your face flushed with embarrassment.
Sherlock chuckled unsure of what to say. “Nice to finally meet you two.” He flashed your friends an awkward grin. They couldn’t help but ogle at Sherlock.
You cleared your throat. “Can we order, or are you just going to stand there and stare at my boyfriend,” you teased.
Now it was your friend’s turn to be embarrassed.
“Right,” Lucy cried. “What can I get you two?”
The two of your ordered lunch and then found an open seat in the cafe. Sherlock sat with his back facing your friends, which allowed you the full view of their gawking. Miri kept winking and making sexual references with her fingers. Lucy just flashed you a thumbs-up before preparing your order.
“Sorry about my friends,” You whispered to Sherlock. The evidence on your cheeks let Sherlock know just how embarrassed you were.
“It’s alright,” he said in an attempt to soothe your embarrassment.
Again the bell above the door rang long and clear. In stepped Garreth. He had his backpack swung over his shoulder and a witty smile adorning his face.
“Afternoon, ladies!” He greeted Lucy and Miri.
“Hey there Garreth,” Miri replied as she winked at him.
Sherlock’s ears perked up. He turned to look at you. “Garreth?”
You looked over to the man who just entered the cafe and then back at Sherlock. Your boyfriend had a look on his face. A wave of butterflies was released into your stomach. Sherlock raised his brow up and had a smirk on his face.
As Garreth noticed your presence and uttered your name, Sherlock grabbed onto the collar of your shirt and yanked you to him. His lips met yours in a possessive kiss. It was strong and secure and much brasher than you were used to receiving from Sherlock in public. The man tended to stick to more subtle ways of showing others that you were his: a hand around your waist, his figure standing not far from yours, a glare to anyone who dare look your way as if their eyes didn’t deserve to see you in all your glory.
As Sherlock slipped his tongue into your mouth, dancing alongside yours, Lucy and Miri gasped. You could just imagine the look on their faces. You did tell them he was a good kisser after all and now they just got front-row seats to the show.
You had to pull back from Sherlock. Your breath was heavy as your lungs remembered what it was like to breathe. From the looks of it, Sherlock would have kept kissing you until he passed out and you’d let him. You let out a giggle seeing your friend’s amazed faces. Sherlock pecked your cheek lightly as a small reminder.
“Someone’s jealous…,” You giggled.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “I’m just letting the world know what’s mine,” he said in a low voice only you could hear.
“Well, from what I could tell, you’ve only shown three people. If you want to show the whole world, you’ve got a lot of work to do,” you winked.
Sherlock smiled. “It’s a good thing I like kissing you among other things.” There was a suggestive look in his eyes.
You gasped slightly and hit him on the shoulder. “My friends are right behind you Sherlock.”
“I know.”
You rolled your eyes as Sherlock turned around and asked your friends to take lunch to go. He explained that he needed you for the afternoon. Lucy and Miri played along and quickly finished your order. They shoved in your hands and pushed you out the door whispering words of playful encouragement.
“You scored the lottery,” Lucy whispered to you.
You smiled and looked at Sherlock. You really did. Sherlock was everything you could ask for and more.
Once again, the two of you linked your arms together and scurried back to Baker Street. Your takeout left on the counter was forgotten. Unlike that afternoon, when Sherlock showed the world again and again that he was yours and you were his.
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imagine: meeting Sherlock for the first time and him not being able to 'read' you
*y\f\c= your favorite country
You were one of Lestrade's close friends. you worked as a detective inspector in another country but you had recently moved here and since you were a highly intelligent person he thought you and Sherlock should meet.
And today he decided to go to 221b and bring you with him so here you are, standing at a strangers door.
"this is absurd, why should i come again?" you asked
"for god's sake y\n can you stop nagging for a minuet and do what you're told to do?" he says tired of you constantly asking the same question.
"if you are asking me, no" you teased
"oh shut it" he says and you smirk.
The door opens.
"DI Lestrade!" the man says and Greg nod's walking in and guiding you in too.
"so, this is my friend y\n y\l\n. she moved here from y\f\c" Lestrade explained.
"oh! John Watson. pleasure to meet you." he introduced and you smiled shaking his hand.
As you entered the flat and sat down you saw a man with curly brown hair and a black coat sitting on an armchair, his eyes closed.
Lestrade pointed at the man.
"he is Sherlock Holmes. the man i was telling you about." he says and you nod obviously bored. with that the man opens his eyes and looks at Greg but then quickly glances at you.
"who is that?" he asks
"Sherlock, this is my friend, y\n y\l\n."
Sherlock remains silence, looking you up and down. after a while he raises an eyebrow.
he quickly looks at John.
new coat is sleepy just talked to an old friend has a date is nervous
He turns and looks at Lestrade.
annoyed same coat stressed has 2 mission reports to read has 6 missed calls
The words and random facts kept coming to his mind, he hadn't lost his observation skills.
He turns his look at you.
????
Was all he could see.
He rose an eyebrow and looked you up and down again.
"interesting" he muttered to himself
"what was that?" you ask
"nothing.....so, y\n, right? what do you do? as a job i mean." he asks making John and Greg smirk.
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Last Updated: 2024-10-28
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ A 'Cold' Case by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[Dealing with] Sherlock could be... difficult, [and you] were about to learn just how [difficult he could be] when he comes down with an illness."
✑ A Queen for a Mindpalace [Victorian!Sherlock]│by strangelockd • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "You and Sherlock have a past, but before you attempt to move on. You stop by to make amends, only for a realization to take place. The question remains, will you stay or go?"
✑ A Wedding Dance by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: After walking in on the boys rehearsing Watson's wedding dance your eager to tease them. However, your excitement quickly turns into regret when Sherlock unexpectedly asks you to dance.
✑ Admit It by iamsherlocked1479 • 18+ • 〔F᜶E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "..."
✑ An Unconventional Love Story [Victorian!Sherlock]│by imagines--galore • 〔F᜶M〕 •
Summary: "Ever since you had met Sherlock at a Ball your parents had been hosting, you had been intrigued. He had no invitation, but had been able to fool all the guests into making them believe he was invited. Even your parents. You, however, had been suspicious and had trailed after him every step of the way…"
✑ Awkwardness and Revelations by ladyalicesbookstore • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "After working at Scotland Yard with your father, you met the world's only consulting detective. When feelings start to blossom between you and Sherlock, how will your dad find out about your romance with the clever detective?"
✑ Ballroom Blitz by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "John and Mary suspect a spark between [you and Sherlock]… they just can't… [prove] it."
✑ Bar Fight by bitternessismyname • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "[After finishing a case,] you, Sherlock, John, and Mycroft go to a bar [where] a man puts his hands on you. Sherlock doesn't take it lightly."
✑ Beg for Forgiveness by a-cup-of-earl-grey-please • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Your fiancé, the great Sherlock Holmes, comes back from the dead — just when you were ready to move on. Can you forgive him?"
✑ Brother Dearest by stark-hero • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Mycroft had never considered himself to be overprotective. However, he isn't overly pleased with how smitten his little brother is with you..."
✑ Date at a Crime Scene│Prt. II by megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Half impressed and half irritated, Sherlock glared at John. The two hadn't had a new case in weeks so when John told Sherlock that he had found some new clients, Sherlock jumped at the chance. Now he found himself on a date!"
✑ Dear Jealousy by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔M᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When [you] reconnects with a former lover on a case, Sherlock is overwhelmed with jealousy. [However,] by doubting [your] relationship, he might just be the one who destroys it..."
✑ Different by stark-hero • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "After a night in together, you find that Sherlock Holmes is rather endearing whilst drunk."
✑ Drunk Comfort by imagines--galore • 〔F〕 •
Summary: …
✑ Drunken Love by ladyalicesbookstore • 〔F〕 •
Summary: After you had an argument with your flatmate, Sherlock, you end up in a pub, drinking your sorrow and anger away. But when Sherlock found you, things started to get amusing. Did you confess your feelings while being in your drunken state?
✑ His Love for Her by imagines--galore • 〔F᜶C〕 •
Excerpt: "You had had your heart broken one too meany times in the past. The most recent heartbreak had occurred in the form of your almost fiancée disappearing off the face of the Earth..."
✑ Hold It Together by iamsherlocked1479 • 18+ • 〔F᜶E〕 •
Summary: "..."
✑ Innocent by futureplayboibunnie • 18+ •
Summary: "..."
✑ Iridescent: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: Sherlock's compositions are straight from his heart, a depiction of his most secret thoughts. What will you discover when he dedicates a song to you?
✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."
✑ Jealousy by iamsherlocked1479 • 18+ • 〔A᜶E〕 •
Summary: "You don't want to get caught up in a friends with benefits situation with Sherlock so you attempt to go on a date. Key word attempt."
✑ London Eye, the by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You've] a problem; [you're] in love with Sherlock Holmes [and] decided to bury her feelings, but we all know that nothing gets past the consulting detective and his deductions. [However,] could he be hiding something himself?"
✑ Master Mind by a-cup-of-earl-grey-please • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Truly a mastermind, Sherlock outsmarts himself and you; at least he thinks so. How will he ask you out, though?"
✑ Meet the Parents by stark-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Whilst visiting 221B, you finally get… to meet Sherlock's parents. Embarrassment ensues."
✑ Mine by fandom-puff • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Sherlock has no issue with you accompanying him and John to crime scenes; however, he has a massive problem with seemingly every officer slobbering all over his girl.
✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: While on a case, Sherlock stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues.
✑ Romantic Stupidity by ladyalicesbookstore • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Summary: When Sherlock and [you have] to share a... bed in... Baskerville, will [your] friendship get sprinkled with… romance? Or are [you] both blind enough to not notice the signs of love?"
✑ Sentiment by goldencherriess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker."
✑ Sentiment by stark-hero • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Sherlock says something he regrets... can you forgive him for it?"
✑ Sincerity by a-cup-of-earl-grey-please • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes realizes you are feeling insecure — how does he remedy it?"
✑ Spiraling by stupidthoughtsinwriting • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •
Summary: "After an accident during a case, a hostage situation leaves you in a coma for a week. During that week in the hospital, things are going horribly in Baker Street."
✑ Weak by futureplayboibunnie • 18+ •
Summary: "..."
✑ A Bit More than Friends by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
✑ Adorable Otters by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Always on My Mind by stark-hero • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Babysitter by megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Bedside Manner by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Bet, the by poppyisnotaflower • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Brother? by way2geeky • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Comfort by stark-hero • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Confessions by worldofheroes • 〔F〕 •
✑ Desperation Calls by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Drunken Confessions by sherlocks-blanket • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ First Time by fandom-puff • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Fixation by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
✑ Forever Yours by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Good to You by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Hair Pulling by bakerstreethound • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ His Remedy by stark-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ I Love You by strangelockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ I Took Care of It by stark-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Keeping Track by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Love Notes by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Lust by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔E〕 •
✑ Mind Palaces by way2geeky • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Miss You by sherlocks-blanket • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ More Important by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ My Type by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 •
✑ Pancakes by aephereal • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Pregnancy Hormones by thranduilsperkybutt • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Sherlock by make-me-imagine • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Stuck with Me by specialagentlokitty • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Thursday Thrill by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Trying to Tie a Tie by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •
✑ Dating Sherlock Holmes... by make-me-imagine • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Getting into Trouble w/ Sherlock... by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Sex w/ Sherlock… by fandom-puff • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Sherlock Being Affection… by fandom-puff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
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ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ (sʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ x ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)
Summary: Born in a wise family does not mean that one person is the same.
Warning: IT'S SHERLOCK AS A DAD! WE LOVE HIM! medium angst, sad, not so bad achievements, stress, Sherlock being a great dad, struggling to achieve better results, comparison, inadequate feeling, fluff, love.
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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Not good enough. That's what you think in your mind when you see the exam trial results on the school's official website. Passed but not enough. No A's, no B's but lots of C's. That's it. Passed but did not achieve excellence.
You don't know whether to feel relieved, happy or sad. Because all the feelings are mixed inside you. You just stare at your laptop screen with a blank face. Is this what you got after a long effort? Is this the result of your hard work? What is missing? what needs to be added? what else do you need to do to get the best results?
More importantly, is this the result you will show your father in the hope that he will be proud of you? You are just dreaming. Your body doesn't move and everything is quiet in your bedroom. Only the sound of your father's and John's voice can be heard in addition to the sound of traffic outside the flat. You let out a shaky breath and slowly closed your laptop. eyes are closed tightly and both your hands are clasped in front and placed on your face. You then lean your head on your hands.
Tired, disappointed, sad and the feeling of failure in yourself is bubbling up in your mind. You feel so stupid all of a sudden. Born in the Holmes family that has intelligent family members makes you feel like you are the lowest in the family. Although your grandmother is a genius woman, you are only close to your grandfather because you feel that your grandfather is the most normal person for you because he understands and is quite familiar with everything. No wonder you'll just stick with your grandfather every time you go to Musgrave Hall.
Not only that, Your uncle Mycroft and your father inherited your grandmother's wisdom making them a successful and genius in all things. Your uncle Mycroft works with the Government while your father is a consulting detective. Isn't that work only for geniuses?.
After a few months of hard work that's all you got? What will your father say later? did he scold you because you didn't get the best results? Oh god, now you think you are the weakest in terms of wisdom in the Holmes family. Lots of your friends get the best results in their exams even though they don't have genius family members. But you?
you sighed in frustration before getting up from the chair and plopped down on the bed face first before wrapping your head with both of your arms as if you were trying to hide yourself. You father and uncle John are still arguing about God knows what. Probably about the cases they receive. You are not someone who likes to know about other people's affairs. It's just none of your business so you just leave it alone.
But right now you care about what your father would say and do if he knew your achievements. Your bad performance.
The arguing between two adult men seems to have subsided, which makes the flat peaceful and quiet. Probably they are tired of arguing again so they just decided it would be better if they both shut up. At least you have time to cool down from feeling disappointed and anxious.
The two men seemed to be whispering about something that you can't catch with what they are talking about which is okay because well it's probably about cases. You don't always follow them solving a cases because that's not what you're interested in. And one more thing, you don't possess deduction ability like your father so you think you better stay behind. You let out a small sigh that seemed almost to cry.
Yes, you are crying but you don't want your cry to be heard by the two grown men outside your room. Your father is not the kind of man who always shows his affection to others, which is a little difficult for you to deal with. So mostly all your problems will be told to John as John always gives good advice.
You raised your head and wiped your tears with your sleeve before returning to your position before. Maybe you were too busy crying because you didn't hear the knock on your door followed by your father's voice calling your name.
"Y/n, dinner is ready" Sherlock said behind the door.
"In a second!" you replied loudly, managing to hide the hint of sadness.
The other side is silent Probably your dad has gone. You sighed heavily before getting up from the chair and brushing yourself with your hands trying to get rid of the wrinkles on your shirt. You wipe your tears with the sleeves of your shirt several times. You saw your face in the mirror, you sighed again when you noticed that your eyes were red and slightly swollen from crying. Well, you can't hide this.
"Dammit" you cursed under your breath. Ignored that, you moved yourself toward the door.
There your dad is standing motionless in front of your door with his neutral face. You jerked in shock and took a few stepped back. You looked up at him in skepticism.
"What are you doing?" You frowned, looking down, wiping your wet cheeks with your sleeves.
Sherlock cocked his head to the side slightly, eyes narrowed at you. " you've been crying"
"I'm not" you denied, walked past him after trying to close you door room but then Sherlock put his hand on your door room with his hand. Blocking the door slammed shut.
"You are" Sherlock replied, walking into your room, ignoring your protested. His eyes scanning your room, looking through the cause of your sudden emotion. His eyes suddenly stopped at your laptop that still on. He bowed slightly to looked at you laptop screen, he squinted his eyes at the brightness.
You pursed your lips. "dad, can we just-"
"what's this?" Sherlock muttered, eyes still focusing on the screen.
You were silent. Not brave enough to answer what your father asked. It's like the sentence you wanted to say has disappeared like dust in the wind. Nothing. Your mind goes blank.
Sherlock turned his gaze on you. "Y/n"
"It's-" you paused. "can we just have dinner? please" You pleaded.
"Why are you hiding this?" Sherlock replied, ignoring your previous question.
You are silent again. Sherlock looked back at your exam results.
"Yo-"
"I've tried my best!" you cried out.
Sherlock became silent upon hearing your confession.
"I tried but it's still the same. I studied day and night really hard but it's the same. All those revisions and studying I did didn't yield the results I thought. It's like I'm destined to fail in everything even though it's very simple. Seeing my friends getting good results and being able to make their family proud makes me wonder if I can make my family proud, especially my own dad. I mean, he's a detective and he's very smart. He probably has a daughter who is also smart like him but not. His daughter is just a teenage girl who works really hard to fail again and again. Why? Because she does not possess the same wisdom as her other family members. She just.. Normal" you confessed.
Sherlock stared at you for a moment. You pursed your lips as you tried not to cry, tears started to form on your eyelids. You looked at your dad who was still silent and stared at you with an unreadable reaction. You sighed.
"nevermind about that.. I'm just overreacting.. I'm too emotional. You don't need to do anything.. I can handle it.. I'm just going to dinner" You walked closer to your study table to close the laptop .
Sherlock grabbed your hand making you stop moving. You pulled your hand to let go but you dad just tightened his grip making you stop struggling. You suddenly feel like crying. You don't know why you suddenly felt like you were returning to the body of a little girl under his gaze.
"Sweetie.."
Hearing that old nickname you were given as a child brought tears to your eyes. Sherlock then pulled your body closer to him. Hugging you as if you were still a child. A little girl who is always tailing her dad no matter where.
You sniffles as Sherlock rubbed your back a few times to coax you. He may not be good at expressing his sentiment towards others but he will show it in his own way even though it is a bit eccentric but he tried.
" I know you work hard to make dad proud, I know you spend time studying to achieve good results. I know you are always smart but in your own way. Failing is not forever, you can try and try again. Even if you don't being good at something doesn't mean you can't try to succeed. I don't care if your results are lower than your classmates or you don't get the high results you want, you still make me proud, you are still able to stay standing even though reality doesn't allow it. Being a Holmes doesn't mean you have to be intelligent. You are you. You have your own way of expressing your wisdom to everyone. Even though the exam results disappointed you, it still made me proud" Sherlock said in your ear as he keeps rubbing your back.
" I'm scared that you're disappointed with me.." you muttered while sniffling.
"No I don't, you will never disappoint me. I know you will try and try to succeed. I may seem not to express any sentiment to others but I will show it in my own way. Especially when it comes to you" your dad replied as he kisses your crown of hair.
You nuzzled against his neck. "I don't know what to do if you are disappointed with me, that's why I try to hide it from you.. I'm sorry"
"No, don't be sorry for things you can't achieve. You've tried, I won't be disappointed or angry with you. If I'm angry and upset with you, probably your uncle John will shoot me in the head with his gun" Sherlock smirked.
You smile at that as you keep hugging your dad. Head nuzzled against his neck finding comfort in his arms.
"I love you, dad" you whispered early, loud enough for your father to reply.
"I love you too, sweetie"
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Sherlock x reader - my favourite person
Hello lovely writer, could you do a prompt 67 for Sherlock and fem reader, obviously has age gap but she's cute and he's obsessed with her. Like she's the sun in his day. - Anon💜
67: “Hey! Get back here!” “Catch me if you can you old man/woman!” “Stop running!”
Sherlock had been ignoring you all day simply because you didn’t want to go on a case with him.
He was pouting was the easiest way to put it. Pouting because you made him go on his case alone.
He was acting childish, but you couldn’t really say much because what you were doing right now just about levelled out Sherlock’s am Hmmmm petty behaviour.
“Give me my coat!”
“No!”
You ran under his arms as he tried to grab you and stood by the open flat door with a grin on your face as you flicked your eyes towards it.
Sherlock saw this and raised a hand, pointing his finger at you.
“Don’t even think about it, I know what you’re going to do and don’t do it.”
You slowly pulled his jacket on and he narrowed his eyes at you and you grinned at him.
“Why’re you doing this?” Sherlock asked.
“Because you’re being petty and ignoring me.”
“You’re being petty right now!” He huffed.
You shrugged a little.
“I know.”
You spun around and jumped down the stairs, rushing down them as fast as you could as Sherlock ran after you.
“Hey! Get back here!”
Running out the front door, you jumped down the step and barrelled out into the street, turning around to grin at Sherlock.
“Catch me if you can you old man!”
You took off down the shockingly quiet street, and you could hear him running after you.
“Stop running!”
“Never!”
You knew Sherlock was soon going to catch up to you, he was taller and had the advantage of longer legs.
But you had the advantage of being small, so when he got a bit too close you spun around and ran past him making him stop.
“This is childish (Y/N)!”
“I don’t care!”
You stood in front of him and crossed your arms, well, crossed them the best you could with baggy coat sleeves getting in the way.
Sherlock walked over and stood in front of you, placing a hand on your shoulder so you couldn’t run away from him this time
“Is this all because I wasn’t talking to you?”
“You know what it’s for.” You huffed.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, pressing his lips against your forehead.
“I wasn’t ignore you idiot, I was waiting for you to finish what you were doing and to come and sit with me.”
“Really?”
Sherlock nodded his head and you beamed, taking his hand you laced your fingers with his.
“Can I have my coat back now?”
“No, I like it. It’s warm.”
“Why do you think I’m asking for it?”
You grinned and started to walk back in the direction you had run from and Sherlock looked down at you dragging him along.
Usually he didn’t do things like this, hold hands, kiss your head in public, but sometimes it just felt like the right thing to to.
You stopped walking and looked in a shop window, admiring the display and Sherlock looked at it.
He couldn’t really see the appeal, but it made you smile so he stood there waiting for you to finishing looking at it.
“I wanna look inside!”
You let go of Sherlocks hand and made your way inside and he was right behind you, trailing with his hands in his pockets as he looked around uninterested.
Instead he just kept his gaze focused on you, the only interesting thing in this boring shop
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Under the Lamppost
Summary: You and Sherlock have been secretly harbouring feelings for each other, but it takes a moment of vulnerability for you both to finally reveal the truth
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader
Warning(s): smidge of angst, love confessions, fluffy fluff
You had always been someone who was observant, even as a child. You would notice things that others wouldn't, pick up on details that would slip by most people's attention. It was a skill that had served you well in your adult life, especially in your current job as a consulting detective.
But unlike Sherlock, you didn't make a show of your abilities. You kept them hidden, only using them when necessary. You didn't want to draw attention to yourself, especially not from the likes of Sherlock Holmes.
You had been working with him for a few months now, and it was clear that he was intrigued by you. He would occasionally make comments about your abilities, but you always brushed them off, feigning ignorance.
One day, Sherlock was in a particularly foul mood. You could tell he was upset about something, but you didn't know what. You had been working on a case together, but Sherlock had abruptly left the crime scene, leaving you to finish up on your own.
You found him back at 221B, sulking in his chair. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should say anything. But something inside you compelled you to speak up.
"Something's bothering you," you said, your voice soft.
Sherlock looked up at you, surprised. "What makes you say that?"
"You're not your usual self," you said, taking a step closer to him. "You're distracted, agitated. And you're avoiding the case we were working on. It's unlike you."
Sherlock's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out at you. But instead, he seemed to deflate.
"It's nothing," he muttered, looking away.
"It's not nothing," you said firmly. "You're conflicted about something. Something to do with me, I think."
Sherlock's head snapped back to look at you, his eyes wide. "What are you talking about?"
"You've been...different, around me," you said, hesitating slightly. "More...attentive. And not in the way you usually are. It's like you're...conflicted about something."
Sherlock stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. You felt exposed, vulnerable, like you had revealed too much. You turned to leave, but before you could make it to the door, Sherlock's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.
"Wait," he said, his voice low. "You're right. I am...conflicted. About you. About us."
You turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. "What do you mean?"
Sherlock took a step closer to you, his gaze intense. "I mean...I think I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings."
Your breath caught in your throat. You had suspected as much, but to hear him say it out loud...it was almost too much to handle.
"I feel the same way," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sherlock's eyes widened in surprise. "You do?"
You nodded, feeling emboldened by his confession. "I've been hiding my abilities from you, but I've been observing you just as much as you've been observing me. And...I've noticed how you've been looking at me. How you've been treating me differently."
Sherlock's expression softened, and for a moment, it felt like everything was going to be alright. But then, something shifted in his eyes, and you knew something was wrong.
"I can't do this," he said, his voice rough. "I can't have feelings for you. It's too complicated. It's not...it's not safe."
You felt your heart sink at Sherlock's words. You had been so sure that he felt the same way as you did. You took a step back, feeling embarrassed and exposed.
"What do you mean it's not safe?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sherlock sighed heavily and looked down at his feet. "I can't get involved with someone I work with. It's not...it's not professional. And there's always the risk of danger. I can't put you in danger."
You felt a lump form in your throat. You knew that Sherlock had a point, but it still hurt to hear him say it. You had allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, you could have something with him.
"I understand," you said, your voice shaking slightly. "I'll...I'll go. I don't want to make things awkward."
You turned and exited 221B. The lump in your throat growing with every step you took away from him. Opening the door, you turned behind you to look at the entryway one last time.
Swiping the tear off your cheek, you exited into the rain. You made it as far as the lamppost before Sherlock grabbed your hand. He spun you around and pulled you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a fierce, desperate kiss.
The rain was coming down harder now, soaking through your clothes and plastering your hair to your face. But you didn't care. All you could feel was Sherlock's lips on yours, his arms around you, his body pressed up against yours.
When he finally pulled away, you were both gasping for breath. He looked at you, his eyes intense.
"I can't promise that it will be easy," he said. "But I can promise that I want to try. If you're willing."
You felt a smile spread across your face, despite the rain and the uncertainty. "I'm willing. I'm more than willing. "
Sherlock leaned down and kissed you again, this time more gently. You melted into his embrace, feeling the rain washing away all the doubts and fears that had been holding you back. You knew that it wouldn't be easy, but you also knew that you were willing to fight for this, for Sherlock, for yourself. And in that moment, that was all that mattered.
A/N I miss Sherlock 😔
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Kinktober Day 8: Virginity (Sherlock Holmes BBC x Reader)
“The iceman… and the virgin?” you asked Sherlock, holding back your laughter. “How does that man know you so well?”
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, visibly offended by your reaction and your words. It wasn’t easy to leave Sherlock without an answer, the only time it happened was when he felt so annoyed by a mockery, like this time.
He, instead of continuing to pay attention to you, went back to his business, looking at some papers on his table that must have been from a new case.
“Goodbye, I have plans,” John said goodbye.
You were the only one who answered John. Sherlock simply continued to concentrate on his case. You stared at him, not taking your eyes off him. Watching his small gestures and his obvious concentration.
“Stop looking at me, you’re pressuring me,” Sherlock demanded, still absorbed in his thoughts.
“And why is that?” you asked, sitting next to him.
“Your eyes on me, it’s annoying,” he looked away for a moment to look at you, but in an instant, the case he was solving returned to his focus.
“Are you really a virgin?” You asked him, watching his reactions.
“Why would that be a problem?” he answered, frustrated.
“It’s not,” you denied but your smile let your true opinion be seen.
He put his matters aside and turned his attention to you. You could see that he was upset with you, for not letting him work and for insisting on the subject. But, despite the annoyance, you both knew what happened when you both looked into each other’s eyes and he still took the risk. The chemistry was simple, he knew it, he had it with you. A sexual chemistry that could easily be noticed. It was strange, it made him feel strange, because it was beyond admiration. It was something animal. It’s that simple.
“What’s stopping you?” you asked him, looking at his lips, letting yourself be carried away by the atmosphere.
Their lips met in a completely irrational impulse. Maybe he was human after all. The curiosity nascent inside him, motivated him to experience for once what a real kiss meant, not motivated by dark manipulations, a genuine one. Of real need. You had been the second person who had expressed impressions towards him, after John. Your genuine compliment, made him feel rather good feelings. He knew that with you he shouldn't be on guard. You wouldn't ask him for anything. He wouldn't hurt your feelings with his cold nature.
No. You just wanted to share this with him. That's all, no moral demands. Maybe that's why he let himself go with you. Your lips caressed his cheek softly. His warm lips touched yours in a rhythm that grew as time passed.
In the blink of an eye, they were in his room. Thousands of thoughts running through his mind, thoughts of all kinds. He never stopped thinking anyway. You were on top of him, taking off your clothes. He kept his eyes on your face, used to not looking any further. You kissed him again, trying to get him to look away from you and just feel, to stop analyzing for a second. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down a little. His face looked uncomfortable, it was the first time. He wasn't used to that kind of intimacy.
He wasn't used to any kind of intimacy.
You slid his cock inside you. You rested your hands on his stomach and began to move slowly. The moans of both of you were an incentive to increase his own arousal.
He closed his eyes, trying to let himself be carried away by the sensations. His hands were still, not that he knew where to touch and how to touch.
You bounced on top of him, watching his expressions closely, how and when he changed them. Trying to identify what he liked. Even though he was trying not to convey too much pleasure, his own body was disappointing him, swallowing numerous times, involuntary moans and labored breaths.
Your pace was sensual, slow and calm. You thought carefully about how you’ve never done it so carefully. Maybe this was your first time too. Your moans matched as you both came at the same time. Yes, this is definitely your first time. He opened his eyes, watching your expressions as he tried to regulate his breathing. He smiled at you differently, like he never had before. It had been a day full of first times.
You almost couldn’t believe that such a cold man could have given you such a warm moment.
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Secret - S.Holmes; Prologue
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Genre: purely angst, upcoming age and some smut
Warning: none
Word: approx 700
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You should never have had slept with Sherlock Holmes.
From the moment you mistakenly kissed after a long night of drinking, it was a downhill spiral of secret meetings in the private study room – not studying – and late hours in the lab room – not practising. All of your friends warned you that it would only end in a heap of tears over a destroyed friendship.
But you couldn't help yourself. Sherlock left you wanting more: a junkie infatuated with the pleasure.
Because the way that his thighs bumped against you and his strict tremulous voice empowered you to give him every part of yourself., twice. So far, you both have been quite thirsty.
Everything had been wonderful in your life. You were ready to graduate from high school, you had your entire summer planned out, and when autumn arrived, you were going to pack your paints and go to Liverpool to pursue a career as an artist. And suddenly it was all collapsing around you, one fantasy after another turning to dust and vanish in the blink of an eye.
"Do you have any trophies?" You stuttered in astonishment, your legs giving way from beneath you and allowing your body to fall to the bench.
It was a chilly Tuesday evening, and you were sitting in the park midway between your house and Sherlock, exactly as he had requested. He seemed anxious on the phone, but Sherlock was always like that, like the time he called you at 3 a.m. and forced you to come over just to be sure he didn't have a third nipple. Even so, you hastened to get ready and see him since he was your best friend and you needed him by your side.
And he was about to leave you.
You understood how important this was to him. Even you and everyone else who knows him would agree that the lab is his second home. You knew how hard he had worked for an opportunity like this, and you wanted to be happy for him, but hearing him tell you about the best news of his life made you sick. If Sherlock was accepted into Boston University, he'd leave you behind to cope with your mess of a life.
Sherlock sat down beside you, knees brushing up against yours as he moved as close to you as possible. “Yeah, isn’t it amazing? I was just scolded Mycroft that I hate government jobs when someone from the uni called I should come to Boston and you know, start to prepare myself there. It’s what I’ve always wanted!” He was beaming with so much excitement and happiness.
You didn't want to be the one who got in the way of his dreams, as much as you didn't want to go through it alone. You tried to grin as you drank past the lump in your throat. "That's fantastic news, literally. Sherl!" You cried, attempting to fake enthusiasm. You were still sick to your stomach on the inside.
"I still can't believe it," he said, shaking his head in bewilderment before wrapping his arms over your shoulders and pulling you against his chest. His scent enveloped you in an instant as you buried your face in his coat, holding back the tears that begged to fall. "Thank you for never letting me give up," he muttered quietly, gently cradling the back of your head and running his fingers through your hair.
You were on the point of tears, feeling the salty sting as they gathered in the corner of your eyes, but you swallowed hard to keep them in. "This calls for some celebrations," you burst into tears leaning out of Sherlock and bringing your scarf closer to your face. "How about you go get us some tea from the corner café?"
Sherlock smiled brightly at you and rose to his feet, oblivious to your pain. "I like the way you ponder," he said while directing attention to his nose and then at you. "One green tea for my best friend, coming right up!" He responded, backing away and kissing you.
You finally allowed the tears fall down your cheeks as you watched his figure walk out of the park, sobbing breaking out of your chest. The last shred of hope you had clutched to, the possibility of having him at your side through it all, had slipped from your grasp and broken on the ground. You couldn't be the one to derail his hopes as well.
"I guess it's just me and you," you said to yourself, cradling your stomach with your hands. Inside was a swarm of cells that were rapidly multiplying into something that was totally your responsibility.
The secret you could never tell Sherlock.
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B. Cumberbatch Company Collection
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