#bbc john watson x platonic!reader

[themuseinthewoods]

Imagine spending Christmas with your older brother John and his friend Sherlock.....

Gn!teen!reader, platonic! Sherlock and platonic! John. Reader is homeschooled by Sherlock. Use of y/n

You had spent the day helping your brother put up the Christmas tree in the corner of the small flat you, John, and Sherlock shared. As well as distracting Sherlock so your brother and Mrs. Hudson could get things done.

Sherlock personally oversaw your education and through Mycroft got you two diplomas, which you never quite understood. Thankfully he had decided to take a break over the holidays and you were more then grateful.

Now you were curled up in a corner of the couch, sipping tea, wearing a cozy Christmas sweater your brother had gotten you, and listening to Sherlock play as you admired the holiday festivities.

"Sherlock? I don't think I heard this before." Mrs. Hudson calls from the kitchen where she and John are preparing the meal. "That is because it is a new piece, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock pauses for a moment in her playing, you can't describe it but his shoulders look annoyed.

"Entitled 'the wise young friend'." He turns and winks at you and your eyes widened in surprise.

"Merry Christmas Y/n."

"Merry Christmas Sherlock. Thank you." And with that, once more, the fair melody of violin drifted through the flat.

[rpreaperperson]

My Sweet Little Sister (Sherlock x sister!Reader) platonic

2 : Introduction

Masterlist

Treat me kaffein please?☕️

In your teenage you always love to talk blabbering about anything that comes into your mind, many of them find it annoying but many of them find it funny too.

But then..someone who finds it annoying and insults it like it was the most disgusting thing

And you? Well... let's just say that you were very much affected by it because you are the most sensitive from your siblings.

 “Hi..good morning, umm..you ‘re Sherlock's sister?” asked John who came from the kitchen carrying tea and putting it on the table across you

Nodding your head, fidgeting hands as you stood from the sofa dusting off your long skirt, John's eyebrows raised you are quite a beautiful woman that's for sure but then he furrows his eyebrow.

You are... different from that sociopath man , sure you got that curly hair and blue eyes but your shy hunched posture, slightly red cheeks, averting your eyes when he caught you staring at him.

He could tell that you are a shy person

‘then again she is Holmes, she must have that intelligence’

Fisting your hands you placed them against your thumping chest, swallowing saliva as you began to open your mouth to introduce yourself

“here you go sister .. “ suddenly Sherlock came from the kitchen John stared at him wide eyes as Sherlock placed some cookies that you brought on the table beside your tea with a surprisingly soft smile Sherlock approached the woman and hugged her shoulder rubbing it gently as she slightly lean against him shooting him a timid smile “John, let me introduce you to the sweet sister of MINE” he introduces you to John proudly, the doctor gapping at him.

“A-ah..yes uh John Watson nice to meet you” he offered his hand, you took it gently and sincerely smiled at him although there was a hint of shyness in your smile.

“Umm..thank you for being my brother's friend, I-Im really glad that someone other than Mycroft looks after him” You gave him a dazzling shining smile that almost made John want to close his eyes because of how bright it was

‘ is she really Sherlock's sister?!’

[dark-r0ss]

BBC Sherlock Holmes X Reader (mostly platonic)

A little info before we start: Reader is married to Lestrade

Warning: VERY short

You returned home from the Afghanistan war a few months back, having been let go due to an injury you’d gotten on the field.

The first few months was spent recovering and readjusting to normal life again, thankfully your husband was there to help you through all of it.

Once you made a recovery Greg thought it would be a good idea to let you help on a case, and that’s where you are now.

You step in through the door, instantly spotting the corpse in the centre of the room. A woman, one that works in media based on the frankly alarming shade of pink she’s dressed in.

As you approach the corpse you hear taking on the lower levels of the building- someone saying ‘the freak is here’ and multiple pairs of footsteps.

You decide to ignore it for now, assuming it’s the person your husband decided to bring in for help. Your not actually supposed to be in the room right now. Greg had told you to stay outside, he didn’t want you to have to see another corpse again so soon.

You reach into your pocket, pulling out a pair of gloves and sliding them on before lifting the woman’s left hand, studying her ring before looking at the rest of her Jewellery.

The door creaks open but once again you ignore it, only to hear your husband mutter “Oh for-“

“Who’s this?” Some speaks up- clearly male.

There’s a pause as another person enters, injured based on the fact they have a cane; the cane hitting the floor every step they take.

“Colonel?” That voice, it’s familiar; you’d notice that voice anywhere.

You quickly look up, only to find your husband, a man you don’t know and John. Captain John Watson.

Im not going to lie, I lost motivation like half way through. If I can be bothered I’ll make this into a mini series.

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Happy Holidays!!

Happy Holidays to everyone! Thank you for supporting my fics and indulging my writing. I hope everyone is safe and has a pleasant holiday season. Much love from me - teigo-the-explorer

[fictionfromthevoid]

One-shot | Sherlock x platonic!reader - comforting him when he has a panic attack

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Summary: You, Sherlock's best friend since childhood, went to investigate the Baskerville case with him and Watson. When he has that panic attack after being exposed to the drugs and seeing the dog you are there to comfort him.

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You quickly walked down the old stairs of the inn, nearly tripping over your own feet. You had planned to meet with Sherlock and John in the dining room but were now rather late. You had taken a shower and had forgotten the time while getting ready and so you were in a bit of a hurry as to not let your friends wait even longer.

As you approached the door leading to the small dining room, an angry-looking John just stormed out. "What happe-" you began but he cut you off by raising his hand and running past you.

Confused you entered the small cosy dining room. When you looked around you saw Sherlock's dark curls peeking out from a big armchair in front of the fireplace. You smiled and approached the empty armchair next to his where John must have sat only moments ago as it still vaguely smelled of his cologne as you sat down.

"Hey, Sherlock" You greeted your friend, but the moment you laid eyes on him your smile dropped. He clearly wasn't alright. His hands were shaking, he was nervously checking out the room every few seconds with bloodshot eyes that you could tell were on the verge of tears.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?" You now sat on the edge of your seat, leaning forward to be closer to your friend.

"I'm fine" he hissed and took a sip from his drink. His other hand frantically tapping on the armrest of his chair.

OH , you thought, fidgeting, alcohol (which he should not drink as a clean drug addict), the eyes, that's a panic attack

You moved your armchair closer to Sherlock's making sure to do so as quietly as possible as to not draw any further attention to him. During this whole process, he didn't even look at you.

When you sat back down you took both of his shaking hands in yours.

"Do you want to go outside? Get some fresh air?" you asked

A half-shouted "NO" was the answer you got. "Alright. Alright. We stay right here. I'm here with you. It's gonna be alright." you said while your thumbs rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hands.

You had seen Sherlock in situations like this before. Usually, he needed a quiet place a tight hug and someone to breathe through the panic attack with him, but especially the first two things were quite hard to manage when he wouldn't leave this armchair. Why did he go in this crowded room in the first place? Was he afraid to be alone?

"No it's not gonna be alright" he snapped at you "You don't understand"

"Then explain it to me" you responded softly

"I-" his voice broke. He looked away, shifting uncomfortably as you saw him fighting to keep his emotions in.

"Hey, it's alright. We're gonna do this together. OK?" you quickly interjected. "Close your eyes. I'm here. I'll keep you safe." He did as you told him but squeezed your hand a bit tighter.

"Now breathe with me. In: 1...2...3...4. Hold: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7 And out: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8 Ok now, the man in the right corner what is he wearing? You saw him when you walked in. Do you remember it?"

If he had been feeling better you would have earned an arrogant comment like "Pah, of course I remember! And you say you know me!" But today you simply got a precise account of that guy's clothes.

"Good. Now what's his Job?" Again your question was answered promptly followed by all the details that lead to his conclusion.

"What else do you see?" You repeated this process for nearly every guest in the dining room, taking time for the breathing exercise in between. Slowly you could feel Sherlock's grip on your hands loosening. His facial muscles were relaxing too.

At last, he had calmed down enough to open his eyes again. You smiled at him "Better?" He nodded.

"Want to tell me what's wrong now?"

He exhaled deeply and reached for his glass only to find that you had put it out of reach while his eyes were closed.

"I saw it," he stated, voice shaking. "I saw the hound, even tho every ounce of reason in me tells me I could not have. It was gigantic and glowing and..." he didn't finish his sentence.

"Scary?" you suggested, squeezing his hand a little tighter. He avoided your gaze but returned the squeeze of hands.

His eyes flipped across the room checking if people were looking.

"You sure you want to stay here?" you asked softly

He shook his head.

"Alright. C'mon, we're going somewhere else" You smiled as you got up.

He followed you, clinging to your hand as if his life depended on it. The two of you found a sofa in a quiet part of the inn shielded from prying eyes. You both sat down, you taking both of his hands into yours again, sitting on the sofa in a way that you were facing him.

Voice and body still shaking he started talking again:

"Except for when I was high, my senses were the one thing I could always trust. I could always rely on what I was seeing. My method, my deductions, everything is based on the certainty that what I'm seeing is the truth. But now, I can't even trust my own eyes anymore. What do I do now?" his voice was breaking, "John said I need to be rational about it, but I can't. Look at me, I'm terrified. My own body is betraying me."

Tears were sneaking their way out of his eyes, running down his face and leaving glistening paths on his cheeks. You let go of his hands and instead pulled him into a hug. He buried his face into your shoulder, his whole body shaking by now as he tried to stop crying.

"Hey, it's ok to be scared, and it's so ok to cry," you whispered in his ear while stroking his back. He just scoffed.

„Sherlock, we‘ve known each other since kindergarten“ you tried again running a hand trough his curls „I’ve seen you in states way worse than this. You don’t need to be ashamed of your emotions in front of me and you know that.“ you pressed a kiss to his head

"I—I'm not ashamed," he pressed out between shaky breaths. I'm—" he hesitated. "Afraid?" you offered. " And I don't know how to stop it," he whined. There's no reason this feeling persists, yet look at me." Between his words, he took deep, quick breaths to steady his shaky voice and quiet the sobs that were still escaping his lips.

"That's alright.", You hugged him a little tighter, " Maybe you can't stop it at the moment, maybe you can't rationalise this feeling away right now. I know that that itself is scary, but you are safe.", you pressed another kiss to his head,

"I'm here. I will protect you. The hound can't come here. Right now there's nothing that can hurt you. We are not in danger so it doesn't matter if your head isn't clear right now. Nothing bad will happen if you are not fully in control of your emotions. I promise."

He buried his face deeper into your shoulder, breathing still on the verge of hyperventilating. When you began running your fingers through his curls he relaxed a little. You could feel him ease into the hug with every minute passing.

You sat like this for a long time. When most of the other guests had gone up to their rooms and the staff was slowly turning off the lights you pulled out of the hug a bit, taking a look at your best friend. The panic attack was long gone, but the anxiety persisted. He was still shaky and dizzy.

"I don't feel good leaving you alone right now," you pondered. "Tch," he scoffed weakly. Do you want to sleep in my room tonight? You won't be alone, and if you have another panic attack, I'll be there. It'll be like a sleepover when we were children." You smiled. Sherlock just nodded, avoiding your gaze.

"Alright. C'mon," you said, pulling Sherlock up from the couch alongside you. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders and taking his ice-cold hand into yours, you led Sherlock up to your room. During the short walk, you eyed him worriedly. He was way too scared for the situation. And nothing seemed to really help. Yes, you treated the symptoms of the panic attack, but the underlying fear persisted seemingly without cause. It reminded you of all the times Sherlock had shown up at your door, high to the moon, on drugs messing with his brain, trembling from anxiety and paranoia. But that was caused by drugs, not by some big 'scary' dog.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you reached the door to your room. You let both of you in and turned on the lights. On the way you had stopped at Sherlock's to pick up his pyjamas, which he was now changing into as you were getting ready to sleep in the adjacent bathroom.

When you came back you had your tablet in hand, BBC I player opened. "I thought we could watch something to fall asleep, something really boring to distract you from what's going on in your brain at the moment", you suggested. Sherlock's tense face lit up for a moment. "I'll watch everything but that documentary about ancient Roman concrete" he grinned "Oh get over it." you rolled your eyes "We were 8 and besides it was really interesting", "It wasn't and you made me watch it FIVE times." he scoffed, faking annoyance. "Yes because you always fell asleep", You chuckled, relieved to see your best friend more at ease.

"Alright alright, I'll pick something else" you shook your head. The two of you laid down, facing the tablet you had placed on the far end of the bed. When you reached over to press play, a documentary about the construction of the Gizeh pyramids started playing. "You really picked the most boring thing you could find, eh?" he rolled his eyes. You turned off the lights before you settled down under the covers, one arm loosely wrapped around Sherlock hoping to offer some comfort.

When you were sure that Sherlock was sound asleep you turned off the tablet and allowed your eyes to close as well.

[greenandsorrow]

Not a request, but can you make a list of the fandoms and characters you write for? Not to be rude! <333

Disclaimer -> There are fandoms I've already written stuff for, or I will in the future, but they're not in the following list because I don't take requests for them (the Matrix, Prometheus, DC, Marvel, etc.) There's no particular reason, I just don't feel like it.

character x reader only, unless I say otherwise (Be as creative or as specific as you wish with the reader. Your request = your personal treat!)

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR -alphabetical order

DEAD POETS SOCIETY:

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

The poets x reader

Mr. Keating (platonic!)

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S:

William Afton (either from the game or the book trilogy, not movie Willy -still love him tho)

Springtrap

The Puppet

Comfortingly scary stuff with the animatronics of the first six games.

GAME OF THRONES:

Petyr Baelish

Varys (don't ask me why, probs platonic?)

Jorah Mormont

Sandor Clegane

Brienne of Tarth

maybe Arya Stark (for smut only S8)

maybe Eddard Stark

maybe Tormund Giantsbane

GILMORE GIRLS:

Luke Danes

Michel Gerard

The reader being a citizen of Stars Hollow/ Scenarios that include multiple characters

GRAVITY FALLS:

Stanley and Stanford are the only two characters that smut is permitted (even threesomes)

The reader being part of the town/ Scenarios that include multiple characters

HAZBIN HOTEL:

Alastor (human, giant demon, cursed cat, something from your imagination)

Lucifer Morningstar

Angel Dust

Vox

Sir Pentious (can be shipped with Cherri)

The Hazbins x reader

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON:

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen

Scenarios that include multiple characters

?Dragon bonding¿

HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE:

Anything that you desire

IT:

Pennywise

Not sure about any other ships but shoot your shot ig

The reader being a citizen of Derry/ Scenarios that include multiple characters

LEE JINUK:

Pyeon Sang-Wook (and I'm open to writing for Sweet Home in general)

Player 246

LOTR/ THE HOBBIT:

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshield

Fili Durin

Kili Durin

Thranduil

Gandalf x reader (platonic!!)

Thorin & company x reader

The fellowship x reader

Sauron in any form

The Witch King of Angmar (🤭)

OMORI:

I'M NOT AGING ANYONE UP FOR SMUT/ I WON'T PUT ANYONE IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS (aging up for character development is acceptable ig).

Omori (can be shipped with Aubrey)

Sunny (can be shipped with Aubrey/Basil)

Stranger

Basil

The group x reader

The reader just experiencing or being part of Headspace, Black Space, White Space and the characters there.

PEDRO PASCAL:

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

RYAN GOSLING:

Ken

Officer K

Sierra Six/ Court Gentry

Colt Seavers

SHERLOCK BBC:

Sherlock Holmes (platonic mostly)

John Watson

maybe James Moriarty

maybe Molly Hooper

SQUID GAME 2:

The Front Man/ Player 001

Player 246

Thanos

The Salesman

Hit me up with anyone from S2 actually. Men and women.

Scenarios that include multiple characters.

STAR WARS:

the WHOLE Skywalker bloodline (expect Ray, but no hate to anyone who likes her)

Han Solo

Ahsoka Tano

Captain Rex

Obi wan Kenobi

General Grievous

Darth Maul

Darth Malgus

Din Djarin

Captain Phasma

Some droid fluff

Don't limit yourself since there's a good chance I forgot someone

STRANGER THINGS:

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper (don't ask why)

Vecna/ Henry Creel

The reader being a citizen of Hawkins/ Scenarios that include multiple characters

THE DA VINCI CODE:

Silas

THE SECRET HISTORY:

Anything

Absolutely anyone

I mean it

(no incest, no orgies/ threesomes)

UNDERTALE/ DELTARUNE:

Sans

Papyrus

Toriel

Asgore

Azriel

Ralsei

Scenarios that include multiple characters

WIZARDING WORLD:

While I don't deny my love for HP since I grew up with it, I want you to know this is a safe place.

Any Harry Potter or Fantastic Beasts character

Scenarios that include multiple characters

masterlist of all work

requesting rules/ info

*my paypal link can be found on my masterlist & fics

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

Deduce Me

Based on this request:  Hello, I hope you’re having a lovely birthday. May I request a sherlock soulmate Au. Maybe they have a marker or something. She thinks he doesn’t like her because he doesn’t deduce her and suss it out but really he’s holding back and wanted to give her space because she’s kinda sweet and stuff. Bit like the grumpy and sunshine trope!

Here you go, lovely! I apologize for the wait! My hiatus(es) was unexpected and unwanted, but apparently necessary. 

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Warnings: Soulmate AU, angst. Potential for part 2 (maybe)?, a little grumpy and sunshine, but only a bit.

Pairings/Characters: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader, John Watson

Soulmarks were stupid. At least that's how you were feeling at the moment. You'd been fortunate(or perhaps unfortunate) enough to be mated to the most brilliant man you'd ever met. Sherlock Holmes. You knew that because you'd seen his mark, identical to yours, once by accident. Instead of telling Sherlock outright, you decided to wait and see how long it would take for it to be discovered. Now, you knew Sherlock would appreciate a chance to figure things out on his own. To that end you decided to give him a chance to deduce why you were suddenly acting differently toward him.

         After several weeks of this, you were beginning to lose hope. Sherlock refused to deduce anything about you. It was like he didn't want to know anything about why you were acting the way you were. You had seen the man deduce the lives of entire families within a few minutes and yet he wouldn't say a word to you. Surely he knew by now. It was…he just had to. It wasn't until you'd simmering in your frustration for about a week that Sherlock seemed to take notice.

         You had stopped being as attentive. You stopped hanging around as much and you didn't text as much. It hurt you. It hurt so much. Soulmates, platonic or not, were not meant to be out of contact for very long. But the fact that Sherlock didn't even seem to care hurt your pride more than the soulmate bond ever could. Did he just not like you? Maybe that was why. Maybe he knew and just didn't care so acted like nothing changed between you. If that was the case, it might have been in your best interest to leave well enough alone for a while.

Sherlock's POV

         "Watson, where is Y/N?" John looked at the detective exasperatedly. "You're joking. She hasn't been here for days, Sherlock. You didn't not- Never mind. Of course you didn't." Sherlock's brows furrowed. Why would you willingly spend time away from him? You'd been hanging around so much lately and Sherlock had gotten used to you. In fact, though he'd never admit it aloud, he rather enjoyed your company. So why hadn't he noticed your absence before?

         That was when his mind kicked into overdrive. He had noticed. That little niggle in his heart and head. Something telling him that there was something wrong. His entire being ached for your presence. The soulmate bond was fraying, little by little, but why? John's voice brought Sherlock of his thoughts again.

         "I cannot believe you didn't realize she was gone. She's the only woman that has ever been able to handle your madness. If she's not your soulmate, I'd be surprise, along with half of the people we know," John mentioned with a frustrated sigh. Sherlock glanced over his shoulder briefly. "She is," he stated, earning a confused look from the doctor so he continued, "My soulmate."

         "You knew?! And you've been ignoring her?! Why?"

         "Because she is a distraction! And…I can't. I can't allow myself to be distracted," the consulting detective said as if it were a statement of fact. John wasn't going to allow that. He was having none of it. "Bollocks. I know you, Sherlock. You're afraid. You're afraid that, by being your soulmate, Y/N will change. She'll become more like you."

         "Yes. There are so few truly good people in the world, Watson. Y/N is one of them. She needs…She deserves more than a high-functioning sociopath. I cannot allow a romantic entanglement with me to change her. It is better if I say nothing." John merely stared at him for a moment. "You believe that?" Sherlock nodded once and John scoffed. "And now you're both hurting."

         "The pain means nothing if Y/N is safe from me and what being associated with me can do to her."

         "Shouldn't that be my decision as well?" Sherlock wasn't even surprised to hear your voice coming from the doorway of the flat. He glanced back at you as you gave John a tired smile. Sherlock took in your appearance. You looked horrible. Like you hadn't slept or eaten in days. Like all the joy had been sucked out of you. "Would you give us a moment, Doctor?" you asked, not meeting Sherlock's gaze. John merely nodded before shooting a glare at his flatmate.

         As soon as John was outside, you finally glanced at Sherlock. "You look like hell," he declared, matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes. "Well, forgive me, Mr. Consulting Detective, but not all of us have a murder to keep us distracted. Why? Why would you let me believe it meant nothing to you? I know you're not…good with typical human emotions. You find them unnecessary, but I don't! And you said NOTHING! YOU LET ME BELIEVE I WAS BETTER OFF AND LET ME BE IN PAIN!"

         Sherlock's expression, unsurprisingly, didn't shift at all as your voice raised. When he said nothing, you huffed and began pacing a little. "You could have talked to me, Sherlock. You should have! You knew this entire time. You knew exactly what I was trying to tell you and yet, you couldn't be bothered to care. I've been so happy."

         "You are always happy. Well, except for this moment," he replied, earning a groan. "Not the point, Sherlock. The point is that you caused us both unnecessary pain. While you had something to distract you from yours, I didn't. I was here with you, every day. Not that you noticed. You don't want me to be like you? Well I suppose it's too late. This bond has caused me nothing but trouble. I've made an appointment with a soul bond clinic. They'll be removing my mark and severing the bond entirely." With that, you turned on your heel and left the flat, leaving Sherlock standing there with a thousand thoughts racing through his head and his heart clenching harder with every step you took.

         For once in his life, Sherlock had no idea what to do. You were going to destroy the soulmate bond? Sherlock didn't want that. He knew that much. He hadn't meant to cause you the pain. He had only wanted to keep you…you. But now, it was over. Unless he could catch you in time.

         Faster than most people could comprehend, Sherlock's long legs were carrying him out of the flat and down into the street. Just as his foot hit the pavement, the cab with you in the backseat drove off. Sherlock could just see your tear-stained face in the window as you were driven out of sight.

(a/n: I hope you like it. Also, why are half my soulmate AUs on this blog so angsty XD)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard​ @supernatural4life2022​

[thatonepeasant]

My Roman Empire Ships list:

Here's a list of ships I personally go feral over along with their fandom/where they're from!

Quick Clarification:

X/Y = romantic relationship

X & Y = platonic relationship

Haikyuu!!

Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi

Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matuskawa Issei

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru/Hanamaki Takahiro/Matuskawa Issei

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi

Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Regulus Black/James Potter

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Kuroko No Basket (Kuroko's Basketball)

Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga

Takao Kazunari/Midorima Shintarou

Hyuuga Junpei/Teppei Kiyoshi

Hyuuga Junpei/Teppei Kiyoshi/Aida Riko

Tian Gi Ci Fu (TGCF)/Heaven Official's Blessing

Feng Xin/Mu Qing

Feng Xin/Mu Qing/Xie Lian/Hua Cheng (Xianle Quartet)

Modao Zu Shi (MDZS)/ The Untamed/ Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji

Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng

Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang

Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen

Word of Honour (TV) or Faraway Wanderers (novel by Priest)

Zhou Zishu/Wen Kexing

Cao Weining/Gu Xiang

Global University Entrance Exam

You Huo/Qin Jiu

The Sandman

Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Supernatural

Castiel/Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Six of Crows

Jesper Fahey/Wylan van Eck

Nina Zenik/Matthias Helvar

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (ORV)

Yoo Junghyuk/Kim Dokja

Yoo Junghyuk/Kim Dokja/Han Sooyoung

Found family for all of them

Beyond Evil (TV Show)

Han Joowon/Lee Dongsik

Captive Prince (C.S.Pacat)

Damen/Laurent

Voltron

Keith/Lance

Inception (2010)

Arthur/Eames

Prince of Tennis (TV 2019)

Zhang Baiyang/Qiao Chen

Mu Siyang/Zhou Zhi

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Sokka/Zuko

Balance: UNLIMITED (Millionaire Detective)

Kambe Daisuke/Katou Haru

The Witcher

Geralt/Jaskier

Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel

Aiden/Lambert

Aiden/Lambert/Milena (inexplicifics)

All For The Game (trilogy by Nora Sakavic)

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard/Kevin Day

Renee Walker/ Allison Reynolds

Merlin

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Munich: The Edge of War

Paul von Hartmann/Hugh Legat

The Man from U.N.C.L.E

Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo

Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo/Gaby Teller

Sherlock (manga and TV)

Sherlock Holmes/William James Moriarty <- Yuukoku no Moriarty or Moriarty the Patriot

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson <- Sherlock (BBC)

Mycroft Holmes/Albert James Moriarty <- Yuukoku no Moriarty or Moriarty the Patriot

DCU

Jason Todd & Tim Drake

Jason Todd & Dick Grayson

Jason Todd/Roy Harper/ Kori'ander

Jason Todd/Roy Harper

Jason Todd & Roy Harper & Kori'ander

Tim Drake & Damian Wayne

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Fic recs are always welcome and wanted, just general preferences:

Happy Ending

Give warning if mature/explicit

Written in 3rd person

Can be super angsty

Seems like I have a thing for enemies or rivals to lovers

Any form of Wrong Number AUs etc would be FANTASTIC

Bon appetit!!!

[unofficialsherlockian]

(tis Bougie on anon! Hi!)

W, X, Y and N for the fanfic meme?

Thanks for the ask! I love talking about fanfic :’) (fanfic meme)

W. Favorite pairing to read is definitely Sherlock Holmes x John Watson in most any capacity (save for the platonic Elementary, unless friendships can count in a pairing, then Joan and Sherlock is up there!). Top of that is the og Doyle universe ofc. I’ll slurp up some KakaGai any day too (Kakashi x Gai from Naruto is basically canon anyways).

To write is tricky. I want to write Holmes x Watson but I haven’t found my footing yet. I think my favorite to write so far with confidence has been Linus Baker x Arthur Parnassus (idk if there is a ship name!) of TJ Klune’s The House in the Cerulean Sea. I felt so connected to those characters in a real unique way and writing them feels like second nature. Their voices are always in my head.

X. Im somewhere between a voracious fic reader and a careful one. Smaller fandoms tend to be voracious- I go through the tag picking stuff that sounds good to read and once I finish that, I double back and clear the whole tag out. Larger fandoms I’m very selective (stuff like Sherlock Holmes and HP have me going through with a fine-toothed comb).

Y. Personal satisfaction vs popularity - I kind of have to focus on personal satisfaction as a small time fic writer. I also have a long running background as a writer who has done a lot of original work but hasn’t published yet, so I’m always doing what feels great to me, even if it’s not what other people read.

I’m definitely not most satisfied by my most popular stories - Year one of the Slytherin Harry AU (HP and the Stone of the Immortal) has the most hits of anything rn but I think as I’ve worked on that series, I’ve gotten better and had more fun with it (I’m grateful so many people have taken a look and enjoyed that first part. I really loved writing it; it was a fun start to what’s turning out to be a crazy complicated character driven AU/rewrite. The love for that one is also pushing me to work on it more because damn I wanna eventually finish my queer Slytherin HP).

Second most hits are on Just Transport (BBC’s Sherlock told through the lens of FTM Sherlock). I’m proud of that one because of the response it got-several people said how much it meant to them. But it’s also something written by a very young guy and it shows on how I tackled certain things. I did some trans Sherlock Holmes fic since that I’m definitely more satisfied with (Pieces that Fit with Elementary’s Sherlock FTM)

Those two most popular by hits are second and third to Soulmates in Kudos and I would honestly never think about soulmates again if not for the face that many people still like it (for some reason lol). Emergancy Lighting follows that up, though and that’s one of my most favorite that I’ve ever posted, followed by a couple most recent ones, so I’m hoping as I grow as a writer, maybe it will show in the “popularity” of fics as well.

But honestly, personal satisfaction aside, I’d be happy to only have a handful of readers if they all expressed that my writing meant something to them. That kind of connection is what’s really the best with any story.

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BBC Sherlock

Living With Moriarty

Living With Sherlock

Hero

Danger Nights [TW] (F)

She’s My Sister [Holmes!Sister]

Proud Of You [TW] [Holmes!Brother]

Adjustments [Austistic!Reader]

The Other Brother [Holmes!Brother]

Brother My Brother [Holmes!Sister]

In Your Silence [Mute!R] [Holmes!Brother]

Dear Sweet Sister [Holmes!Sister]

How do I Hold This [Holmes!Sister]

You Think I’m Dating a Man? [Holmes!R] (F)

Operation & Princesses [Holmes!Sister]

The Safest Place [Holmes!Sister]

Home for Christmas [Holmes!Sister]

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Requested: More Than A Lovers Quarrel

Summary: When Sherlocks case seems to be more then he can chew he takes it out on (Y/N). Things have been said that may not ever be forgiven and Sherlock doesn’t seem the least bit remorseful.

A Fathers Guilty Conscience

Summary- You and your father Sherlock have never been on good terms. He wanted you to thrive in academics while you wished to bless paper with your ideas and art. When one day an argument goes to far Sherlock must sit and face the consequences Kittens and Cuddles

Summary: Ever since Sherlock met you he has always needed your undivided love and affection. When suddenly that affection is given to something else he begins to reminisce his first time meeting with you, but now enough is enough and he is determined to keep you all to himself. Even if it is a few short hours.

I Tolerate you...

Summary - Ever since meeting Sherlock everything seemed to be to be going great. Your life was spiraling upwards but so is your feelings for the great detective. When Molly’s jealous words get the better of you. Your insecurity seems to push Sherlock more in your direction causing another stepping stone to some thing greater and something more then just a friendship.

The Artist and the Intellect Summary: (Y/N) has just returned from her latest art venture to live with her grand-mother Mrs. Hudson. In doing so she occupies the apartment downstairs and becomes fast friend with the tenant upstairs. Over the months her feelings and their chemistry grow. In an effort to convey to Sherlock her feelings she gives him a gift. Unadulterated Desires A/N: Contains Smut Summary: You notice a difference in Sherlock’s behavior and it becomes more apparent when he begins to feel you up in front of John. Sherlock expresses his insecurity and how he is ready to take the relationship to the next level, but who knew that your first time together would be on the table you eat on.

[rpreaperperson]

My Sweet Little Sister (Sherlock x sister!Reader) platonic

1.Arrival

but maybe there's a romantic scene between reader and some character

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Treat me kaffein please?☕️

“say that again?” ask Sherlock talking with Mycroft through the phone

“She’s coming to your flat “

“you sure?”

“you doubting me brother of mine?”

“I find it hard to believe when she doesn't want any socialization and be away from Mum and Dad ...what time does she come?”

“in a minute she’ll be buzzing the bell on your door....Mummy says that she needs an...inspiration so to speak..”

“and she comes to me because she loved me most yes?” a smug face plastered against Sherlock's face, he could imagine Mycroft rolling his eyes

“Don't be ridiculous, I am her number one Brother” warns Mycroft annoyed, fiddling a leaf pin in his hand's birthday gift from a certain someone

“hmp..but she prefers to stay with me “Without waiting for Mycroft's reply Sherlock shut his phone and rushed into his room tidying up his messy bedroom. Making it look neater than usual he even vacuumed the dust in all of his room except the bathroom of course

John had just arrived after buying groceries and narrowed his eyebrow at Sherlock as he wanted to ask him ‘What the hell are you doing’ he gaps at him when the Detective took his experiment from the fridge and hid it somewhere inside his bedroom and dusted up the table

“Wh-what are you doing” snapped his head at John Sherlock just waving his hand around

“...cleaning, just put those down on the table John I’ll arrange it inside the fridge” answered him, then continued to his cleaning activities, flabbergasted John put the groceries down on the table

‘is he high?’

.

Meanwhile, at the same time a young woman fidgeting her finger as she looks up at the ‘221B’ sign, with hesitance she pushes the bell

And Sherlock perk up

“Damn she’s come already” mutters him, John just raised his eyebrow mouthing 'who?'

“John would you mind making tea, I'm going to welcome my sister”

“yeah..fine...wait who sister?” Sherlock just ignored him as usual and rushed downstairs

.

The door opened presenting your tall brother, you could see a speck of dust on his curly hair guessing he just doing some cleaning.

As your doe blue eyes look up at him smile at him timidly, cheeks redded at the sight of your brother it has been a long time since you met him anyway

“Sister..”

“B-brother Sherlock..”

[nolawritesfanfics-deactive]

Stuck Inside

Summary: On a rainy day, Sherlock asks you to come to 221B Baker Street while John is out, but while you two are preparing to leave to find a case, the storm worsens.

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Sherlock x Gn!reader

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Rain was pouring on the streets of London, thunder echoing across the darkened sky. The streets were empty, with the exception of a few people fighting their way back to their apartments, trying not to get wet, which was a lost cause given the weather conditions.

Despite the storm, someone was running through the rain, in the complete opposite direction of their apartment. Winding down several different crosswalks and streets, they finally make it to 221B Baker Street. Before they can even blink, someone opens the door.

This ‘someone’ is none other than Sherlock Holmes.

“Ah, (Y/n) you’ve arrived.”

Stepping into the warmth of the apartment, you hang your soaking coat up, not paying any attention to Mrs.Hudson’s protests about drying off.

“So, what does this new case involve? I imagine that it’s confused you, given the fact that you had to call me.” You jest, words dripping with playful sarcasm.

Sherlock rolls his eyes at this, bounding up the stairs to his apartment.

“No, but I find you to be bearable enough to invite you to join me for this.”

A smile makes its way across your face as you follow the detective up the stairs.

The flat is covered in papers, books, and experiments. One of the newspapers had a column about one of Sherlock’s recent cases, the headline being, “Three Missing Children Found.”

“I see that the media’s been at you again.” You start, turning your head to look at Sherlock, who is frantically pacing around the room.

“Yes, and it’s terrible for business. I haven’t found a single interesting case, I’m practically being driven out of my mind.”

“I thought you called me to help with a case, not help you find one.”

“Oh please, I knew that was the only way to get you down here. And the missing children were taken by the nanny, it was blatantly obvious. I called you for backup.” Sherlock stops beside you, looking at the newspaper.

“Isn’t that John’s job?”

“John is out.”

“Ah. I see. Do you two have a row?”

“ It’s not my fault his girlfriend is cheating on him.” Sherlock muttered as he dashed over to the coat hanger, throwing on his coat, and stopping by the doorway.

“Well? I’m assuming you’re coming, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, fine, let me grab my coat.”

Just then, lighting struck, signifying that the two of you wouldn’t be finding any new cases anytime soon, or at least until the thunderstorm stopped.

“Nevermind then.” You say, taking off your coat and sitting down in John’s chair, with Sherlock sitting across from you.

A few minutes pass, both of you sitting in awkward silence. Then, Sherlock’s voice breaks through the quiet atmosphere.

“I’m bored, (y/n).”

You huff and roll over in John’s chair, voice muffled by the cushions, “What do you want me to do about it? I’m not giving you any cigarettes.”

All that was heard by you was a loud groan of frustration. “I’ll go make some tea. Maybe that will cheer you up, you did say you liked how I made tea.”

Sherlock hummed in agreement, causing you to smile as you turned around. You enter the kitchen, which is a mess, as usual, and start boiling water.

As you wait for water to warm up, you start thinking. Why did Sherlock want you here? It wasn’t uncommon for you to stop by, and you frequently joined Sherlock and John on cases. But even so, you weren’t even close to being as smart as Sherlock, so did he really want you around?

Yes, you were intelligent, but you just didn’t think that you had the level of skill as him, even if your friends said otherwise. You had always admired Sherlock, despite how insufferable he could be at times.

Then, a whistling noise snaps you out of your thoughts. You fill two cups with water and honey, and go to find Sherlock again. Sherlock is sitting on his chair, watching some crappy TV show.

You hand him his tea, and he quietly thanks you.

Two minutes later, Sherlock is yelling over the TV at the events happening on the screen, causing you to laugh quietly. Moments like these drown out the storms outside, no matter how bad they are.

And even with the questions you have about your relationship with the detective, you know that you’re grateful for the friendship you have with him. And right now, that’s enough to keep you content.

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Part One

Note: This was a request from @psychosociogentleman. Hope you like it!

Sherlock paces around the stairwell fitfully, tapping his slender fingers against his thighs in a manic fashion. He’s been worrying about this meeting for days now, and driving you absolutely mad. “Y/N,” he says abruptly, “you are going to…?”

You sigh. “Behave.”

“Or?”

“You’ll tell Mycroft.”

His eyebrow shoots up. “And?”

You sigh again, this time artfully straightening the cuffs of your sleeves. This is really getting rather annoying. Sherlock needs to learn when to quit. “And Mummy.”

He stops and pauses. “Good, that’s…good. John is my friend, Y/N. I understand I am not the best example for exemplary behaviour, but I would prefer if he remained my flatmate,” Sherlock tells you, obviously preparing himself for what he’s going to say next. “Don’t deduce him. Don’t talk about his sister and her marriage. Do not, under any circumstances, do anything that I would normally do.”

Oh, how dull. Your brother is such a funny little fellow, thinking he can tell you what to do as he pleases. You’re obviously not going to listen to a word he says, but it’s cute to see how much sentiment he holds for his precious doctor. “Sherlock, dearest brother, light of my miserable existence- Please refrain from telling me how to act. Age has nothing to do with our understanding of the world, as you have so little it is almost laughable.” Your cold eyes flicker over his neatly ironed suit jacket. “Are you looking to impress someone? No, don’t answer, it’s obvious you are. It could be John’s sister, more likely that analyst, Miss Hooper. You’re trying much too hard.”

Sherlock swallows with a bit of difficulty as his eyes glint with a hint of hurt at your rapid deductions. “Do not drive away my only friend, Y/N.”

You smile sardonically. “I’ll do my best.”

For some reason, he still looks uneasy as you walk inside the messy old flat. These sort of things make you wish you had been an only child. What an unnecessary annoyance little brothers are. They only serve to make trouble and frustrate you with warnings of ‘don’t bother John’ and ‘leave his sister alone’, so on and so forth. Tedious.

You gently push open the creaky door, plaster on your fakest and most polite expression, and duck your head into the living room. “Hello, my name is Y/N. I am Sherlock’s older sibling,” you say quietly, your voice becoming significantly lower as you realise how many people are in the flat. You hate large groups. Why didn’t Sherlock warn you?

“And my younger,” Mycroft interjects from his uncomfortable perch on the ancient leather sofa. “Pleasure to see you again, Y/N.” He doesn’t look happy at all, but you’re used to his icy attitude. He’s held disdain for you ever since…well, that’s not important.

“Mycroft,” you acknowledge, with the most courtesy you can manage. You glance around the room, counting heads as an instinct. You’re initially surprised that you recognise each one, but then quickly remember that Sherlock gave you a briefing on who would be there. You must have deleted it in your desperate haste to ignore him.

The pages instantly flash through your mind like an overly detailed slideshow, much to your dismay. It’s already getting too busy in your mind, far too busy.

Molly Hooper- Lab analyst, insecure, cat lady, crush on Sherlock.

G…avin…(?) Lestrade- Idiotic DI, alcoholic, unhappily married, secretly a bisexual.

Mycroft Holmes- Older brother, government, annoying, stupid (but can understand if you go a bit slow).

Sherlock Holmes- Younger brother, consulting detective, oblivious, in love (with whom?).

Mrs. Hudson- Ex-exotic dancer, former drug addict, murderous husband, secret past.

Harriet Watson- Alcoholic, lesbian, recently divorced, extroverted.

You get through most of the list with relative ease, before you notice someone staring at you from the corner of the room. The person in question is really a middle aged, blonde-haired man, plainly dressed in a cashmere jumper that must have been bought by a relative a few years ago, and with an expression so determined, it seems his steely eyes are boring into your soul.

One word flashes into your mind:

John.

You clear your throat and break away from his mesmerising stare in slight shame as you look around. “Sorry, I got a bit lost. Where were we?”

[dapperappleton]

I’ll Be Seeing You (Moriarty x Reader part 1???)

A/N: I’ve never done a series or a multi-part fic, but I think this one will be. Don’t get your hopes up though. If I do, I’ll link it on here. I can also have a taglist if y’all want.

Part 2

Pairings: platonic!Molly x reader, platonic!John x reader

Warnings: angst, a lot a lot of crying, Reichenbach (Sherlock spoilers), character death (not actually in the fic, but prior to it), suicide mentions/talk, comfort with Molly/John, mean Mycroft

Summary: Jim and Sherlock are dead, even though you know Sherlock isn’t, but Mycroft won’t give you any comfort after finding out you’re upset about Moriarty. Instead you go to John and Molly.

Word Count: 1,437

“He’s not dead you know.” Mycroft picked up the newspaper casually. “He wouldn’t commit suicide. You of all people should know that.”

I was sitting in the chair in front of his desk as he lounged on a recliner on the left. I had come to him sobbing, and Mycroft had simply waved it off. He wasn’t good at comforting people, that much I knew, but he hadn’t even tried because he thought I was crying over nothing. I inhaled sharply.

“I know Sherlock wouldn’t,” I said, voice very wobbly and watery. “But he would.”

“Who? Who is he?”

“Oh come on, Mycroft. You’re smart, figure it out.” I was mocking all the times he had said the same to me or John.

He stayed silent, confused as to who I could be crying over.

“Moriarty, Mycroft. Jim Moriarty would,” I said through the new wave of tears.

Jim had shot himself two days ago. And Sherlock subsequently jumped off a building. I had known Sherlock since I was ten and he was eight. Obviously, he wasn’t dead. He wouldn’t ever do that, it’s not his style. Besides that, Jim had told me his plan with the final problem. I already knew Sherlock would jump off the hospital, but I also knew he wouldn’t actually die. However, I did not expect Jim to go and shoot himself in the face. He wouldn’t have done that had he thought of me, but he forgot in that moment. His moment of pure excitement at the end of his and Sherlock’s battle. Their childish game, really. Jim loved me, and I love him. No one ever knew that. No criminal, assassin, detective, friend, enemy. No one knew that we were together.

“Moriarty? Seriously? Of all people, you had to fall in love with James Moriarty, criminal mastermind.” Mycroft was obviously disgusted, but he was also astounded and confused. “You know he was a psychopath. He just manipulated you to like him for his own gain.”

“How dare you.” Fury. Rage. Desperation. Anguish. “He loved me. He told me when he was dating Molly so I wouldn’t think he was cheating on me. He told me all of his plans. He told me, showed me he loved me, that he trusted me. He protected me more times than you know. I was not his pawn. I was the closest he has ever had to a best friend and a loved one. Don’t you dare think for one single second, that I would fall for anyone’s tricks.”

“Believe what you wish, but emotions are a trick. And apparently you’re not the person I once believed you to be. He told you his plans? What did you do about it? You just let people die. He killed for sport, and you let it happen.”

“Ha, you really think that? Do you know how many people I stopped him from killing? And the ones that he did, do you not think I did anything to get him to stop? I helped Sherlock every single time. Every single case that I could. Is that nothing to you?” I was still bawling, but my quiet rage was chilling. “I am exactly who you know I am. I never changed.”

I had stood up and stalked over to him at some point without realising it. Mycroft actually looked fearful. He had never seen me angry for any genuine reason. Sure, I had been angry over some things like someone taking my food or not being able to solve a case, but never had he seen me so enraged, icy. I sent him one last broken stare before rushing out of his office and to my car again. The moment the door shut, my eyes welled up with tears again. I was without my light, now. Not on my own, but without my sole light. I couldn’t see well enough to drive, so I sat there with my grief. He had left. He really had, hadn’t he?

It was nearly twenty minutes before I could see well enough to drive. I left Mycroft’s house and just started going. Somewhere, anywhere. The first place I thought to drive was to John. We were in the same boat. Not able to bear 221B, he was staying with Molly. She would need someone too. All the things that had happened to her, she really didn’t deserve it. I fought with Jim over that. Longest fight we’d ever had. Jim said it was essential, I said not her. She doesn’t deserve all the heartbreak she’s been through.

It wasn’t very long before I pulled up to her flat and parked. I hadn’t even made it to the door before Molly opened it and rushed to me. Her eyes were puffy and red. I opened my arms and she fell into them, sniffling. I’ve never been good with words, so I put them into actions. I hugged her to show her I was here for her, that I loved her, that I wasn’t dealing well either, that I understood. And she huffed back with just as much emotion. Eventually she loosened her grip and we split. She smiled weakly before leading me back inside.

“John hasn’t left the bedroom since he got here, not even to eat.” She looked at the door he was behind.

“I’ll check on him, but I’m going to make him some toast first.” I started walking towards her kitchen.

“Of course.”

I was familiar with her flat. We’re best friends, I had been here so many times. A lot of comforting happened on her couch, all the times that Sherlock had hurt her or broken her and a boyfriend apart. I knew he meant to keep her safe, but it really only hurt her more. I had tried so hard to get him to stop. Never did work though.

I knocked on the guest bedroom door, toast in hand. He didn’t answer, he didn’t even make a noncommittal grunt.

“John, come on. I’m not going to come in unless you say I can.”

I heard shifting bedsheets and footsteps leading closer to me. He opened the door to a completely darkened room, the only light peaking in from the curtains and the door. I walked past him and placed the toast on the small desk in the room before sitting down on the bed, my back against the headboard. John sat down next to me and buried his head into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and started humming. I think it was “I’ll Be Seeing You” by Bing Crosby. Well, it was soft and slow and quiet and somehow it perfectly expressed all our emotions. By the end I was crying silently and John was sobbing into my shirt as I hugged him and ran my hands through his hair. We just sat like that, crying together in the dark. We both eased up slowly.

“You know how people sometimes say that they’ve cried so much they ran out of tears?” John’s voice was very croaky and monotone. “I think they’re wrong. I should have run out of tears by now if that were true.”

I nodded before slipping out of his arms and heading to the kitchen. I grabbed two cups and a mug. I made some tea for Molly and filled the cups with some water. I downed mine in mere seconds and filled it up again. I took the tea to Molly and she took it appreciatively.

“How’s he doing?” She asked softly, not wanting to break the quiet blanket covering the flat.

“The same as both of us.”

She nodded, and I took the cups of water into John’s room. He took it and sipped it slowly. I finished mine just as quickly as the first. We just sat like that, staring at the wall across from his bed. I didn’t think that would be a good time to tell him that I had been “involved” with Moriarty, but I wasn’t sure when it would. But I really wasn’t sure of much other than I would be there for John and Molly and they would be there for me. I felt him look at me before going back to his water. It felt so strange, so new. But I supposed I would have to get used it, even if Sherlock was still alive he wouldn’t be there and Jim wouldn’t either. It was a new dawn, a new day.

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Worth Your Life

Pairing: Platonic Sherlock x Reader

Info: request from @gretelforever Could I request an injured reader and John had to save her life while Sherlock’s freaking out and helping John as his nurse and the reader is trying to stay awake and tell them how much they mean to her (platonically please). If you could do that that would be awesome! If not I understand!! Thank you and never stop writing.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: dark themes, death, violence and blood.

A/N: Requests are open and the form is in my bio. I’m really slow at them so I’m trying to whip a bunch out now. I swear this one is from like more than two years ago, sorry I’m the worst.

Masterlist linked in my bio. Taglist in the reblog.

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“Freeze!” Your attacker screamed as you attempted to take another step forward when he wasn’t looking, “I swear to God if you move one more step I’ll make sure you leave here in a body bag!”

You raised your arms in surrender, you believed him, after you’d seen how he treated his victims. He was smart, it took you, Sherlock and John nearly a month to finally track him down. He knew what he was doing, and he could finish you off in a heartbeat.

Taking in a deep breath, you glanced to your left to see Sherlock and John still frozen where they were. You saw something in their eyes... was it fear or something else? Something didn’t feel right... this wasn’t going to end well.

The three of you had always gotten yourselves into dangerous and outrageous situations doing the job that you do, so why did this feel different?

The killer finally turned his back for a moment, and you knew it was now or never. You’d been eyeing his spare gun on the table a few steps away from you ever since you’d chased him here. You could tell it was loaded, you weren’t sure how many bullets, but you only needed one.

As you raised your foot to move towards the table you could feel Sherlock’s eyes burning a hole into the back of your head. He didn’t dare make a sound and try to stop you. He didn’t know how to stop you without getting you killed in the process.

You reached your arm out and were a few inches away when the attacker screamed once more, fumbling for his gun. You snatched the gun off the table and fired as quickly as you could, delivering a deadly blow. You hadn’t realized that he’d also fired his gun before he fell to the ground, the life leaving his body.

You stood frozen in shock as you faintly heard John and Sherlock scream. They were right next to you, but their voices sounded so distant, as if you were under water.

You felt pain, but you didn’t know where it was coming from. Your knees had given out and John was helping you to the ground. You faintly felt his fingers on your neck, likely attempting to check your vitals. You knew it was John by the blur of blonde hair, but you couldn’t see much more. He yelled behind him, but your ears were still ringing from the shots.

“Sherlock!” John yelled behind him, to his friend who was frozen as well. He didn’t know what to do, he ran through a million scenarios of how this could play out in his mind, but he still stood frozen.

“Sherlock! For god sakes! I need you, I need your scarf, I need to stop the bleeding!” John yelled frantically and Sherlock had to will himself to move. You needed him, and that was all he knew.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Sherlock knelt down by your side. The ringing in your ears has subsided and you slowly nod. Your face feels hot, and sticky. Is that blood?

“You’re going to be ok. I promise you.” Sherlock pleads. You still can’t feel where the pain is coming from, or maybe it’s coming from everywhere. You don’t know if you’re going to make it out alive.

“It’s ok Sherlock. It’s ok.” You tried to reassure him that no matter the outcome, things would be ok.

“Why would you do something so incredibly stupid?” He scolded, you knew he wasn’t really angry, but he was clearly upset.

“So you wouldn’t,” you tried to muster a smile but didn’t know if you could move a hand to grab his. You tried, your fingers shaking as you found his hand and held on tightly. John was putting pressure on your wound, you thought it was near your shoulder or chest.

“John has a baby now, he shouldn’t have even been here. And you... Sherlock you do so much good in this world. People need you. They need you so much. London would fall without you. It had to be me.” You struggled through every word, your chest and eyelids feeling heavier and heavier.

“Don’t talk like that, the ambulance is almost here.” Sherlock tried to reassure you, but you were at peace knowing the both of them were alright.

“Sherlock she’s lost a lot of blood...” John said quietly, thinking you wouldn’t hear.

“She’ll be fine John, dammit! She has to!” Sherlock yelled, as if he was trying to convince himself more than John.

“I’m sorry I let you down.” You muttered, trying to keep your eyes fixed on his ever blurring features.

“No, no you could never let me down. You’ve become an excellent detective. You make us all better, you push us. You- you love us. We need you.” Sherlock says as a tear escapes down his cheek.

Flashing red and blue lights illuminate Sherlock’s face as you begin to give into the darkness trying to consume you. Your eyes are so heavy, you can’t muster the energy to keep them open anymore.

“Stay with me Y/N!” Sherlock yells as he feels your hand go limp in his. The paramedics are here and trying to get to you.

“Sir, we need to take her now.” They said firmly, but Sherlock wouldn’t move as he was still trying to shake you awake.

“Sir!” The paramedics yelled, snapping Sherlock back to reality and letting John pull him back so they could do their job.

How had it come to this?

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Your eyes finally adjust to the bright lights around you as you wince at a searing pain in your shoulder. You glance down to see your arm in a sling, and Sherlock sitting beside you.

“You know you really shouldn’t have done something so stupid.” Sherlock scolds you once more.

“But it was so worth it to hear you say such sweet things.” You smiled and attempted to laugh before your pain stifled it and you grabbed your shoulder.

“Promise me you won’t do something like that again. None of our lives is worth any more than the other.” Sherlock spoke, he’d felt saddened when you tried to sacrifice yourself for John and him, as if you didn’t deserve to live just as much as they did.

“I promise to leave all stupid decisions to you from now on. Deal?” You smiled.

“Deal.” He answered with a smile.

“Now, come here you big sap.” You opened your arm for him to hug you. He chuckled and gently wrapped his arms around you, making sure to avoid your arm.

“So... have you got any new cases?” You smiled innocently, and Sherlock just rolled his eyes and laughed.

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