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ohh my shit. so i never read fanfics in a long ass time. but for once i decided to hit up a pairing. and ohh my gosh, YOU EVER JUST READ SOMETHING. AND BE LIKE. THAT WAS ACTUALLY SO FUCKING SLICK OF YOU TO SAY THAT. QKJSWKW.

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Wine

Dacre Montgomery x Reader

Summary: After spending months of crushing on Dacre, all you needed is a little courage to speak up, or alcohol. 

  His handsome face caused you more confusion than any math problem ever could.

The way he smiled made you feel fuzzy on the inside. And it was harder and harder to hide your feelings for him. You were sure some of your co stars noticed it by now.

You had a crush on him from the moment he walked on set and introduced himself as the actor who will be playing Billy.

And ever since, you were lost.

Lost in his eyes, in his smile and in his incredible physique. You forgot your lines whenever he was also in the scene with you, because you were so nervous. You felt like a teen again. A love-sick teen.

And in a way that helped you build your character for the series. Which was a bonus at least.

But now, you were lost, in a different meaning of the word. 

You were expected to go to a dinner with the cast, however on your way there you must have took the wrong turn, because you were now in a completely different side of town. And the best of it all? Your rental car decided to breakdown. You did manage to call a recovery and a taxi.

You were very late for the dinner. Because when you finally got there half of the group already left and the other half was drinking.

“I’m so sorry. My car broke down. I tried to call,  but someone didn’t pick up.” you said shooting a glance to Finn. Finn was the only one you had as a contact since you two were great friends. “I’m starving.” you said as a waiter handed you the menu.

“Good to see that you made it.” Dacre said beside you and this is when you noticed that you took a seat next to him. You offered him a smile before you ordered something for yourself.

“I took a wrong turn, because the GPS in the car was terrible, then after driving around for about fifteen minutes the car decided that it would break down.” you told him as the waiter left to get your order ready.

“Ah, I was starting to think that you wouldn’t come.”

“No, I wouldn’t miss it for anything. But now, I’m without a car, and hungry.”

“I can drive you back to your hotel. Shouldn’t be far from mine.”

“I actually have a rented apartment...” you say trying not to sound like a spoiled teen. “But I would appreciate it if you could drive me home, thank you, Dacre.”

“Of course.” he smiled.

That damn smile of his. Cute yet sexy at the same time. Innocent yet somehow kinky.

Maybe you were going mad.

You took a sip of your drink before you looked back to your right were he sat, he gave you a wink before he went back to his conversation.

You were definitely going mad.

***

Perhaps drinking multiple glasses of wine wasn’t the best choice. But it was so delicious. And who could have thought that you would end up tipsy when you even ate a lot?

You just hoped not to be a burden to Dacre and the others. Or you hoped you wouldn’t say something you shouldn’t.

Slowly everyone left, one by one, leaving you and Dacre behind. He was telling you stories, making you laugh. And you did the same.

“Maybe we should leave too. Tomorrow you have the day off, no? You will be able to sleep.”

“Hmm.” you said nodding your head as your hand unconsciously moved to the part where his shirt was open. Not as low as his character, Billy would have, but it still had his delicious skin show.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a laugh as he watched your hand move from his neck down until his open shirt let you.

“Your skin. I needed to know if it is as smooth as it looks.” You grabbed your glass, which was now filled with water.

“And? Is it?” your drunken mind was too focused on anything else to notice how his voice lowered and his eyes darkened. And he didn’t push you away. 

“It’s even better than I imagined.” you said as you looked around. “Where are the others?” you asked with a confused expression.

“They left. And we should too. I have a feeling you will have one hell of a headache tomorrow.”

“I never do. I can drink as much as I want, but no headaches.”

“Lucky you.” he said, laughing as he stood up from the chair. You did the same but you wobbled a little. He had to grab you so you wouldn’t fall.

You moved your nose closer to his neck and smelled his perfume.

“Tom Ford Black Orchid.” you said as you grabbed your purse.

“You know your cologne.”

“I used to work in a perfume store. I know most.” you said as you ran your hand through your hair and made your way out of the restaurant.

You quickly got into Dacre’s car as he started to drive.

You knew you were staring, you felt it. And if you did, so did he. He took a quick glance at you before turning back to the road.

“What?” he asked with a laugh.

“How can you be real? Handsome, funny, smart, talented, kind and your killer smile. Just not fair.” you were pouting, the fact that you practically confessed to Dacre completely went over your head.

“Well, thank you. I think you are also very nice and beautiful and talented.”

“You are just saying that because I complimented you.”

“No, I truly mean it.”

“Sure.” you said letting out a long yawn.

You watched as the buildings passed before you closed your eyes.

***

The next morning you woke up in your bed. You were confused as to how you got there in the first place, but not the weirdest place to wake up after a few drinks.

Thanks to the alcohol, you forgot most of what happened. You remembered being late, talking to Dacre, Natalie, Joe and Charlie. Then you remember eating and drinking, but nothing more.

You assumed the images in your head about talking to Dacre were just your imagination.

As you walked out of the bedroom into the living room, you noticed a few things were misplaced, but you blamed your drunk self. You sat on the couch and decided to order some burgers. You put your phone down on the small table and this is when you noticed another phone there. It was definitely not yours. You picked it up and as the lock screen flashed you saw an image of a beach.

Did you steal someone’s phone? OR was someone else in the apartment with you? As you turned around you saw Darce standing in the hallway, looking in the mirror, fixing his hair. Then you looked back to the table in front of you and back to Dacre who was now standing behind you.

“Morning! You sure sleep a lot it’s almost 11 am.” he said. But why was he there?

“Hi. Umm...sorry but why are you here?”

“Oh, right. So, I drove you home, but you fell asleep in the car, so I carried you in.”

“And you changed my clothes?”

“No, you did that, half asleep. And you said I could stay since it was late, so I did.” he said as he sat down beside you on the couch. “Look you said something yesterday.”

“Oh no. Did I make a fool of myself?” you asked, feeling embarrassment creep up in your stomach.

“No. You didn’t just...I was so afraid to ask you out. I thought you are going to reject me, but now I’m a bit more confident.” you didn’t know what he was referring to, him? Afraid of rejection from you? How? You could only stare at him as he ran his fingers up and down his chest with a smile. “Would you be open for a date with me?” he asked and just as you opened your mouth to answer, your doorbell rang.

“It’s my food. I’ll be quick.” you stood up and walked to the door. Hoping that on your way to the door and back, you would be able to make sense of what was happening. Did Dacre really just asked you on a date? And what did you say that encouraged him to finally open up.

You walked back into the kitchen.

“I ordered some burgers, would you like some?” you asked him and he accepted. “I’m not avoiding your question by the way.” you said as you handed him his plate and sat down once again. “I’m just confused, you thought I didn’t like you?”

“Yes. I didn’t want to make it awkward between us, so I just didn’t do anything about it.”

“Well, Dacre, I would love to go on a date with you.”

​“Cool.” he said smiling.

“That’s not fair! You smiling like that is. How would I ever be able to say no if I know that you will smile like that when you are happy.” Now he was laughing as you smiled yourself.

“Guess then I can do whatever I want, Babe.”

You shook your head before you turned the TV on to watch something while you ate.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dacre looking at you.

You were extremely happy that your feeling were reciprocated. And also the fact that he asked you out on a date, you would never have imagined things to turn out that way.

Perhaps you should drink wine more often.

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Chapter 33: Sometimes I Can’t See Myself

Rating: T Fandom: The 100 Pairing: Bellamy x Clarke Chapter: 33/? Word Count: 2556 Words

Chapter Summary: The one where Raven comes into town again.

Note: I had a hard time with this chapter. There are a couple parts I loved from the moment I wrote them, but I spent a lot of time rewriting this chapter in editing and I’m still not happy. (Also, I debated bumping up the rating temporarily, but things are barely mentioned, because I’m not good at smut. If anyone thinks I should, just message me.) But I want to move on, so I’m just putting this out anyway.

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from: mechanicgirlygirl@gmail.com to: griffin-dor@gmail.com date: Tues, Nov 24, 2015 at 9:54pm subject: I was an ass?

Hi Clarke,

At least, I hope this is Clarke. This is Raven. Raven Reyes. I realize I never told you my last name when we met. Uh… coffee stand? Cheating boyfriend? That sounds bitter, doesn’t it. I’m not. Bitter, I mean. Sorry for the abrupt email. I know it’s a little weird. I got your email address from Finn. I don’t want to yell at you, I swear. I actually want to apologize.

So, Finn said he tried to talk to you and you still won’t talk to him, which, good for you. I unfortunately don’t have that luxury since his family basically raised me. I think we talked about that in our overshare before I figured out what was going on and hated you for about twelve hours.

But that’s the thing. I don’t hate you, okay? I don’t even blame you anymore. After I was done being angry at you, I was angry at Finn, and then I heard the way he talked about you, and I couldn’t be with him anymore. And none of that is your fault, even though that would make it about a million times easier to handle. I’m still having trouble with it all, but I’m sorry for the stuff I said. That was ballsy of you to come up to me and talk. I didn’t know how to react. You’re a good person, or that’s what it seems like to me, at least.

I’m going to be in town next week. I get in on Saturday. My college sends people to bigger cities to get an idea of the potential workforce and to network and I lucked out and got picked for this trip. So, it’d be great to meet for coffee or something. Don’t worry, Finn won’t be there.

Also, I set up this email address about six years ago, so please don’t judge me.

I hope I hear back from you.

Raven

from: griffin-dor@gmail.com to: mechanicgirlygirl@gmail.com date: Wed, Nov 25, 2015 at 9:01am subject: no you weren’t

Hey Raven,

I was a little terrified to read your email after I saw it was from you. I’m glad I did though. Please don’t feel like you need to be sorry for anything. I’m the one who should be sorry. I mean, the next time I try to date someone, I’ll definitely be doing a deep google search and asking them way too many personal questions… possibly paying for a background check after taking two forms of identification. Which I guess means I'll probably never be dating anyone again….

Anyway, it would be good to get together. Maybe we can apologize to each other in person while the other one insists that there’s no need for apologies. I can buy you some ridiculously fatty coffee drink with a shit ton of whipped cream. Or there’s a party that weekend at my roommate’s brother’s place. Unless you don’t want to go back there. I’d get that. Ugh, did I just make this awkward? But yeah, if we all went to the party, we could get drunk. Booze mends all bridges. Or it makes the travels across them less awkward.

I don’t know why I wrote that. I’m crazy. My number is 206-888-7777. Text me or something.

Clarke

PS. If you need a place to stay, our dorm is kind of cramped, but we can work something out. I talked to Octavia (my roommate) about it already and you're more than welcome.

When Clarke told him that Raven was coming to his party, Bellamy thought she was joking at first. He didn’t believe her until she had walked into the café with Raven in tow during his Thursday shift. He watched their table a bit warily for signs of an argument, but they were only disruptive because they were both laughing so hard. They spent a couple of hours there talking over coffee, and when they finally left, Clarke made sure to shoot him an ‘I told you so’ look from across the room.

Raven fit into the group seamlessly at the party, but he was convinced that she was some kind of evil mastermind, because she dominated at Kings. It wasn’t a strategy game, but she somehow succeeded in getting Clarke and O so drunk that he didn’t feel safe with them walking home. She also managed to get Miller wasted, but they managed to get him into bed with little incident. Raven remained safely at tipsy and Bellamy felt comfortable letting Monty and Jasper work out how to get her back to Clarke’s dorm.

There were only a few stragglers that needed to be kicked out after Clarke and O fell onto his couch together. Clarke had her arm around O’s waist and they were in the middle of a very serious conversation about whether or not jogging was a valid form of exercise. It took a minute to get their attention to ask if they wanted to relocate to his room. Clarke announced very loudly that he still couldn’t get her into bed, which made O start to make fake barfing sounds. Shaking his head, he left them to their giggles while he grabbed a couple blankets and pillows. Moments like these made him grateful that he had a roommate (Harper) who was smart enough to own these things.

While he fully intended to move them to his room and sleep on the couch, he returned to find them arguing over which one of them got to keep the couch. Clarke was attempting to climb over Octavia who rolled back and flattened Clarke on the couch.

“No, you get to keep the couch,” Octavia mumbled. “You’re the big spoon. It’s in your contract.”

“I am not a big spoon, O. What are you talking about?”

“You are a big spoon, Clarke. You are.”

He chuckled quietly and watched them argue until Octavia rolled off the couch onto the floor with a loud thud. That startled them both into fits of laughter and he had his hands full for a few minutes trying to get them to calm back down. He hated to ask Clarke to stop until she stole a pillow from him and threw it at his head. Octavia stopped laughing so abruptly he was a little worried she was about to be sick. Instead, after swaying in place for a few seconds, she hauled herself up on the coffee table, knocked a few empty bottles onto the floor, yanked a pillow and a blanket out of his hands, and curled up.

With another shake of his head, he sat down next to Clarke on the couch. She was less easy to get back into a sleeping position. She kept pushing Bellamy’s hands away and laughing. “This isn’t my bed, Bellamy.”

“No, Clarke, it’s my couch.”

“Why isn’t it my bed?”

“Because you’re really drunk and you can’t even walk home.”

“Do you remember the time I had to pick you up?”

He couldn’t help but smile when she smiled up at him. “That was only a few month ago, Princess.”

“You don’t call me Princess like you used to,” Clarke whispered, poking him on the nose and laughing loudly.

“What do you mean?” He grabbed her hand and pushed it down to the couch, covering it with his own.

“You used to haaate me and it always sounded mean.”

“Well, what does it sound like now?”

She shrugged and let herself fall back. He had to scoot forward when she kicked her legs out behind him, but leaned back to trap her feet against the couch when she kept nudging his back. “I don’t know. But it doesn’t sound mean anymore.”

“Well, that’s a very weird thing to say, Clarke.” He got her to lift her head up so he could set a pillow on the couch, but he had to pull his hand away when she tried to snuggle with his arm. It was kind of cute when she sighed and laid her head down, burying her face into the pillow.

“Will you tuck me in?” Her voice was muffled.

Bellamy nodded and tucked the blanket into the back of the couch, but not the front, in case she woke up and needed to throw up in the middle of the night. Her breathing evened out quickly after that and she looked so peaceful. He shook himself, because it was creepy to be staring at one of his best friends while she slept. He had only watched Miller sleep one time, and that was because he needed to prove that he was sleepwalking in the middle of the night. Before he went to bed, he made sure to put a couple water bottles near the girls, along with the small trashcan from the bathroom. It was better to be safe than sorry.

When he finally got to his room, he wasn’t lucky enough to be able to throw himself into his bed like he hoped. Raven was sitting there, gripping the edge of the bed so tight her knuckles were white.

“What are you doing in here? This is my room.”

“I know.”

“I thought Monty and Jasper were taking you back to Clarke and O’s dorm.”

Raven stood up and shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. “I didn’t want to be alone.” She paused and he leaned back against his desk. “Do you think Clarke is going to give Finn another chance?”

Bellamy scoffed. Finn showed up for about fifteen minutes that night. Clarke talked to him out in the hallway, and he didn’t know what was said, but the exchange ended with a hug. The shadow that had been hanging over her for the better part of the last month and a half had lightened afterward, too. His stomach twisted again. He had been able to push his discomfort away earlier, but Raven’s question caused it to come flooding back.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone who cares. It’s time to move on.” He turned to straighten his desk for a moment and gather himself again. When he turned back, she was sitting back on the bed again, unzipping her boots and kicking them off. “What are you doing?”

She pulled off her hoodie, revealing a brown low-cut tank top he thought might have belonged to Clarke, and then stood to unbutton her jeans. “I need to move on. I’m moving on. I’ve never been with anyone but Finn, which I think might be making that more difficult.” He just watched as she kicked off her jeans. She approached him slowly, took her long hair out of its ponytail and shook it out. “Take off your clothes.” He just stared at her, unsure of the right move. He couldn’t deny that she was attractive as hell, but Clarke and O were right outside. “Fine. I’ll go first.”

Bellamy kept his eyes locked on hers as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on top of her jeans. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He swallowed hard, glancing down at the floor while he ran through all the factors of the situation in his head. Raven was hurting. She wanted a rebound. And it struck him in that moment that he hadn’t had sex in… months.  There weren’t any emotions involved between the two of them. That much was clear when he finally made eye contact again. “If you’re looking for someone to talk you down, tell you that you’re just upset and not thinking straight, I’m not that guy.”

She stared back at him and he found himself hoping that she wouldn’t falter, because he needed this, too, in a way. He needed to prove that nothing in his life had changed and that his four month dry spell had nothing to do with… anything. So, when she said, “Good,” and kissed him desperately, he dug one hand in her hair and wrapped the other arm around her waist.

She was soft and warm and it was easy to pick her up to walk them back to his bed. She had claimed a lack of experience, but she was a fast learner. Eager, responsive, and she bit down on his shoulder when she came. He rubbed his eyes, breathing hard, as she rolled away. By the time he looked up at her, she already had her shirt back on and was pulling on her pants. He didn’t feel better. She certainly didn’t feel better. Tension rolled off her in waves and she cursed every time she tripped trying to pull her pants up quickly.

He needed to say something. Anything. “Did that help?”

She finished buttoning her pants, folded her hoodie over her arm, and avoided looking at him. “No.”

“Raven.” She hesitated at the door. “You can, uh… you can sleep in here, if you want. I’ll go sleep in the living room with Clarke and O.”

Her body tensed up again at the mention of Clarke. “It’s fine. I’ll sleep with them.”

He swung his legs over the side. At first, he intended to go grab her an extra blanket, but stopped when he realized he was still naked. “First door after the bathroom. There are pillows and blankets.” She opened the door and closed it behind her quietly. Once it was shut, he threw himself back down on to his bed and covered his head with a pillow. “Fuck.”

The next morning, Octavia borrowed his toothbrush, which he promptly threw away, and Raven and Clarke both used extras that Harper had materialized out of thin air. They texted Monty and Jasper so that they could go out for breakfast as a group. He watched as Raven interacted with everyone else. She laughed particularly hard at the story about Miller and Bellamy both punching Finn and pushed Clarke gently. “You’re a lucky girl! All these people looking out for you, it’s amazing.”

When everyone was heading toward the front to leave, she pulled him aside. “I’m sorry about last night,” she whispered.

He glanced around before responding. The others were shuffling out the front door. “No big deal.”

“Clarke just mentioned how you’re kind of a serial dater, never settling down, and I thought….”

He frowned. He knew that was the impression he gave people, but it felt a little weird to hear that it was what Clarke thought of him. “You thought I’d be good for rebound sex. You’re a big girl. You can say it.”

She punched him in the shoulder. “Ugh. If you’re going to be crude about it, I’m not sorry.”

He shrugged and smiled at her. “No take-backs.”

“Are you a child?”

“Sometimes.”

They agreed, quietly, as they followed everyone else out, that it was indeed a one-time thing. He worried that he had agreed a little too quickly to not share with everyone, but before she could say anything else, Clarke and O were calling for her and she had to run after them to catch up. They each put an arm around her and he watched them laugh together as they walked toward their car.

Raven Reyes and Clarke Griffin are now friends Octavia Blake and Raven Reyes are now friends Monty Green and Raven Reyes are now friends Jasper Jordan and Raven Reyes are now friends Nathan Miller and Raven Reyes are now friends Harper McIntyre and Raven Reyes are now friends Bellamy Blake and Raven Reyes are now friends

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Solve a Murder

Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: You were desperate. You needed help and so, you turned to the one man in London who would be able to help.

“Mr. Holmes, I’m here to hire you to solve a murder.”

“And who’s murder would that be?”

“Mine.”

“Pardon?” asked Dr. Watson.

“It’s my step-sister. I suspect she and her husband want me dead. You see, I inherited my father’s land when she thought she would be the one to get it. And now, just the way she looks at me. She offers me drinks, way too often, I suspect she is trying to poison me. I fear for my life, and lately I haven’t been feeling well. You need to help me. Find evidence that she is plotting my death so I can go to the police.”

The two men looked at each other. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have come.” you said as you stood up, they made you feel like you were a fool, but then the Doctor spoke up making you look back at him.

“How long have you been suspecting that she is trying to poison you?”

“About a month. My dad died five months ago, I lost my mum when I was little, so he married another woman who gave him my step sister. My step mum died two years ago, or rather disappeared. Dad left everything to me in his will. And my sister was fuming, saying that she was the one to deserve it. Back that I was so sad, I didn’t even realize she said that. During the four months I was grieving, but then I started to notice things.”

“Things like?”

“Her servants bringing me food and tea, which is a nice gesture but...it’s usually after I already ate. And then I started to get sick a lot more often. I’m not one to fall sick easily. The doctor said it was just a cold, but...I know she did something. The look on her face said it all. She looked happy when I was in bed for a week. I tried asking for help, but everyone thinks I’m paranoid.”

“I believe you.” said Watson as he looked back at Sherlock who only rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s clearly only the mind of a woman, making up scenarios. Why are you really here? You are wasting my time.” his words were harsh. And they hurt. Just as the nice Doctor turned to scold his friend, you spoke up, tear running down your face.

“I hope Mr. Holmes, that you will visit my grave one day. I just wish to see your face when you realize that you were wrong.” you said as you stormed out of the house.

You felt so silly. And to think that you were extremely nervous when you decided to seek for his help. You didn’t even realize that you left your scarf at the house. 

***

You were truly helpless, you didn’t have any friends to talk to, your maids were fired by her, leaving only her trusted ones behind. You were trapped in your own house.

And you didn’t have evidence to go to the police either. Although you looked everywhere in the house for signs. But you were unable to find anything, no bottles, no poison, nothing.

The worst however was that you were gradually falling more ill, day after day.

It felt like you were dying from the inside. So, you called the doctor over.

The doctor said that your illness was due to the loss of your father. The doctor blamed depression, but you knew it wasn’t that. Not with the way your sister was smirking and smiling when she thought you weren’t watching.

One day, you felt so terrible, you couldn’t even get out of the bed. 

And from that day on, you didn’t.

You were so ill, the sun hurt your eyes and you felt useless. You just laid in bed, you weren’t even sure for how long.

You had barely any appetite. And you wondered how many days have passed.

***

“Miss Y/L/N, two gentlemen are here to talk to you. They said they brought your scarf back.” one of the maid’s said before they left, leaving the door open to let the two men in. You tried to sit up, look at least presentable, but you were too weak.

“Miss Y/L/N,” you recognized that voice, that calm and kind voice.

“Dr. Watson,” you said smiling at the man, not noticing that Sherlock was also in the room.

“You left your scarf. Don’t get me wrong, My Lady, but you look very ill.” said the doctor as he placed the cloth by your hand. You grabbed it and thanked him.

“The doctor was just here, yesterday I think. Said it’s only depression.” you said letting out a long sigh. 

“That’s ridiculous. I saw people looking more heathy on their death bed. May I examine you?” you gave him a weak nod, then you turned to Sherlock who was standing on the other side of your bed.

“Will you take my case now, or in a few days when I’m gone?” you asked looking at Sherlock. His eyes met yours.

***

Dr. Watson determined that you needed immediate care in a hospital. Although your sister argued with him, telling him that you already are in the care of a doctor. 

That day, Sherlock took your case. He clearly noticed something which he didn’t’t share at the time.

You were in the hospital for three days, and you already felt better. Every day Dr Watson would come over to talk about the case or ask questions. Although you were sure Sherlock was already close to finding evidence.

***

One day, you were finally better, so you could walk around a little. You were sitting outside, reading a book under a tree when you noticed Mr Holmes making his way over to you. 

“It was the food and the water and the tea and the cookies and everything.” said Sherlock as he sat down beside you. “You were poisoned gradually, small portions on everything you ate, and drank. The maid did it, because your sister ordered her to. Both are in custody as we speak for attempted murder.” he said, but even with your suspicions being right, you didn’t feel better.

“Thank you Mr. Holmes. I will pay you as soon as I get out of here.” you said before turning to look up the tree, watching a little bird hop from one branch to the other.

“Hmm.” you didn’t notice the look Sherlock gave you. But he noticed just how much livelier you looked. Your eyes shined, your skin shimmered in the light. You looked a lot better. “So, as I observed, you are not married. Neither am I.” he said.

You had to admit this was the worst possible way someone tried to court you. You looked at him, eyes wide.

“Pardon?”

“I’m saying that I find you quite beautiful and I would like to know you better.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh? That’s it?”

“Don’t get me wrong Mr. Holmes, I appreciate the compliment, it’s just... Your timing, Sir. I am still in hospital because my sister tried to poison me, my brother-in-law is still out there, possibly stealing everything that he can move from my home. And you are...handsome.” 

“Then, I will be back with the same proposition in a few weeks. Ms Y/L/N.” he said as he stood up and left.

You laughed a little, thinking that he was joking.

After all, what could a man like him possibly want from you?

***

It had been almost a month since you left the hospital.

You were half right about your brother-in-law. He did steal a couple of items when he left, but luckily they didn’t mean anything to you, so you were just happy that he was gone. 

You hired new staff and fired everyone. You were not sure who you could trust.

You also made sure that every food and drink was thrown out or went down the sink. You were not taking any chances. 

The fact that you only had 2 members of staff made you do some work you were not used to. You were no brat and you didn’t mind getting your hands dirty, so you helped with the cleaning where you could. 

You were working in the kitchen, cleaning the cupboards when a voice behind you made you startled. You nearly fell off the furniture as you were cleaning the very top shelves.

“Miss, Mr. Holmes is here.” 

“Thank you, Tina! Let him in, please.”

“He is here, Miss.”

This is when you finally turned around and noticed the man smiling up at you. Tina already left to get back to her duties.

“Nice to see you again, Miss Y/L/N. I must admit, every time we meet I can see a different side of yours. I have never seen a lady on the sink, cleaning the shelves.”

“Well, someone has to do it.” you said slowly climbing down. Sherlock helped you, making sure you won’t fall. “I assume you came for your payment. Give me a moment. I put it in an envelope in the library.”

You said washing your hands before heading into the library. You pulled the drawer of your father’s desk out and pulled the envelope out.

“For your speedy resolution, and for Dr. Watson’s help regarding my health, I added a bit extra. Thank you very much.” you said handing him the payment.

“I actually didn’t come for the payment, Ms. Y/L/N.” he said but you watched as he reached out to take the payment from you and slipped in into his pocket. “I’m here to keep my word. What I said in the hospital, I wish to get to know you better. You seem like a very interesting and smart woman. You realized that your sister was bad, even when everyone, including me, thought that you were delusional. I apologize for that.” you honestly didn’t know what to say. You thought he was a man who wouldn’t see you in a romantic matter. But then again, he just mentioned getting to know you.

“Maybe, you can stay over for lunch? I will cook up something nice.”

“You?”

“Yes, I am yet to hire a new cook, and in the meantime I do the cooking, my old nanny taught me a few recipes.”

“Sounds nice.”

And so, he stayed for lunch, dinner and the next day he came over again and every single day after.

He was charming, and the two of you could speak for hours about everything and anything.

Before you knew it, months, and years passed.

You certainly didn’t think that when you decided to go to Baker Street 221B to ask for help, you would find your future husband.

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Injured

Din Djarin x Reader

Words: 1110 Summary: You get hurt and Din has to take care of you while he fights his inner demons screaming at him saying that it was his fault. 

Din knew.

As soon as he heard you yelp in pain, and as he turned he knew. He knew was not able to do the one thing he swore he would, protect you and keep you safe. But he failed. The three of you were found by a group of droids, Din was in the middle of shooting and fighting them, and you also did your best, although Din didn't see how you got hurt, rage filled his mind. 

He could only assume by the position which you were in that this happened because you saved Grogu from betting stabbed. So, right after Din was finished with every single droid, he rushed to attend to your wound. Grogu was right by your side babbling, looking at his dad, letting him know that his mommy was hurt. Your eyes were closed shut and your breathing was heavy as your hand was pressing on the wound. 

"I'm here, cyar'ika. Let me have a look." even with his voice modified by his helmet the worry was clear in his voice. "I-I think I'm fine. It's not as bad as it looks." you told him, but you could tell, he didn't believe you. You were bleeding and he got a special spray out of his pocket. "This will sting but I swear it will help to close and clean the wound." you heard him tell you. You gave him a nod and indeed it hurt. Grogu was worried as he grabbed your arm, you offered him a smile. *** Your wound wasn't as bad as Din had initially thought. Maybe he overreacted. But seeing you hurt, it hurt him on a whole different level. The fact that you were battling with fever not long after you were back on the Crest didn't help Din's anxiety. He spent days taking take of you, looking after you and even feeding you. He even had to leave the ship one time to run to the nearby village for some medication. Din felt terrible. He knew he should have paid more attention and if it wasn't for him, you would be safe and sound. But no, instead you were unconscious lying down on your shared bunk with a fever and a stab wound at your side. You were out for days. All Din could do is make sure that your fever is at bay, and to make sure the kid is by your side. "I know, kid. She will be up soon." he said as he watched Grogu place his tiny hands on your arm. The guilt inside Din grew at the sight. He missed talking to you, he missed hearing your laugh, he missed you cuddling up to him because the ship was cold during the evenings. He needed you to get better desperately. He knew that you were strong, you will be okay, but that didn’t dim the guilt he felt inside.

*** You woke up, feeling tired, the wound on your side still stung as you sat up. You found the little one by your side, sleeping. You were so thirsty and hungry. As you got up and go your hair into a bun, carefully and very quietly you exited your bunk. Just as you stepped out, you saw Din, with his helmet off, only his suit on. You didn't panic, since you were married, you had seen his face many times. "Well, I was looking for a different kind of meal, but I guess you would work." you said smirking at him. His eyes still held worry as he put his bowl down and walked to you. He held your face in his gloved hands as he looked at you as if he was making sure it was really you. "I see your jokes are back, mesh'la. How are you feeling?" "Hungry. Thirsty. Thank you for taking care of me. I feel much better, although this does hurt a bit." you said pointing to your injured side. He gave a slow nod before his lips landed on yours. It was a sweet kiss, he barely moved, but his kiss was deep, relieved to have you back with him. "Please tell me you didn't blame yourself." you told him once he pulled back. You know him too well. "This wasn't your fault, Din. I ran in there to save the child, it was my decision. Please don't blame yourself. I admit that it was stupid, but I had to. I had to save him." the deep breath he took and let out washed over your face. You know him too well. That is exactly what he was doing the past few days while you were recovering. Every night he sat next to you, blaming himself for not paying attention, blaming himself for not looking out for the kid more, and blaming himself for your injury while he was untouched. "Please stop. I'm fine, the kid is fine. You saved us both yet again. My wound will heal, please stop overthinking, Din. I love you okay? Can you just tell me that you love me too? Please." "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." it was a whisper. only meant to be heard by you. "I love you too, so so much." you pulled him closer one more time to kiss him. After you pulled back, Din hugged you. It was something he often did. During cuddling or while he was driving, he loved to feel you and have you close. you put your nose into his hair as he placed his head on your shoulder, you hugged him closer. You wanted him to touch you, to hear you and to feel you. He needed to know that you were okay. After a few minutes, your stomach growled. Making you laugh. "I'm hungry, Din." "Just a little more." he said, not letting you go. And so you stood there in his arms for as long as he needed you for. You ran your fingers into his hair and whispered sweet nothings into his ears. You knew that if he would be lying down, he would have fallen asleep by now. But you loved your loving and caring husband very much.

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