Les avoir, c'est avoir les ètoiles
Connor (dbh) x gn!reader
Fluff // pining // accidental confession
Summary - Connor pines over you at the police department until he sees Gavin Reed trying to flirt with you. The android puts the asshole in his place and kind of declares his love for you by accident.
Connor>>>> ps he can speak French in this because I said so u.u
Warning - implied harassment?
Word count - 968
Connors LED blinked a soft, calming blue as he watched you from his desk. Aside from work, you had become his latest obsession and you hadn't seemed to notice it yet.
He leant forward in his chair as you began to disappear further into the break room, lifing his head to get a better view. Hank kicked the desk as he noticed Connor, catching his attention.
"Go say something or get on with your work for Christ's sake," Hank grumbled as he looked at the android.
Hank had had enough of witnessing Connor pining after you, constantly getting distracted whenever you were around. The android acted differently around you, constantly fumbling and staring.
"I can't do that," He whispered, his eyes darting to Hank.
When he looked back to you, he noticed Gavin leaning over you. There was a cocky grin plastered on his face and he was too close for Connors liking. Connors eyes narrowed at the sight and his features hardened.
"It looks like you want to,"
Connor was already gone from his desk before Hank finished his sentence. He had Hanks mug in hand, planning to use it as an excuse to be in there. Hank watched Connor as he moved towards the break room, as if he was on a mission and stood up. He followed shortly behind Connor with a sign, ready to witness a fight.
"So, how about we sneak off to an interrogation and I show you-" Gavin said to you, he was interrupted by Connor pushing his way between the two of you.
You took a step back, relieved by Connors appearance. A slight blush glazed your face as you noticed him glance at from the corner of his eye. He seemed mad about something, you would have asked if Gavin hadn't started shouting.
"You plastic prick! I know you just follow orders like a lap dog so follow mine. Piss off, we were busy. Now stop being a cock block."
Connor turned his head to look at Gavin and you could just tell he was glaring at the other man. He dropped the spoon that he was using to make coffee before turning to completely face Gavin.
His shoulders were squared and you could hardly see Gavin past him. Your mouth sat agape as you watched Connor, noticing Hank leaning in the doorway from the corner of your eye.
"You have no respect for them Reed, you should leave them alone."
"Oh I respect them plenty. Stop stealing jobs from people you prick." Gavin tried to push Connor.
"You don't care for them they way they deserve to be cared for. Detective [name] here deserves to be worshipped, les avoir, c'est avoir les étoiles. You dont even deserve the time of day that such an amazing, beautiful person gives you,"
The blush on your face darkened as you listened to Connors words, leaning just enough so that you could see his LED glowing red. Gavin frowned at Connor as he spoke.
"You don't love them the way I do, you only care for their body so I suggest you leave them alone or I will remove you from the area."
Gavin left with a scoff, storming out of the break room through to the doors of the police department. Hank also left the breakroom, heading back to his desk to allow Connor some privacy, cursing over how oblivious the two of you were.
The android stood still, his back to you as his LED blinked yellow. "I said that aloud didn't I?" His voice trembled.
"Yeah- Connor?" You started, grabbing his sleeve and pulling his arm so that he would face you. "Did you mean everything you said? And what does the French mean-?" You stuttered, fumbling slightly through your words as you looked up at him.
"I did." He briefly pursed his lips. "It means 'to have them is to have the stars'" He locked his eyes onto the floor, shuffling his weight.
You placed one of your hands on his cheek, it was soft and warm. Thirium had been pumping to his cheeks and they glowed a soft blue - he was blushing. You traced your thumb along his cheek bone as you leant up and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.
One of his hands held your wrist, keeping your hand on his cheek as he met your eyes. His eyes searched your face, memorising every detail as he had done so many times before. He had never been this close to you, his thirium pump pounding in his chest as he embraced the proximity.
"I'm glad you said something," you smiled at him.
"You are?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
You leant up to whisper in his ear, butterflies filling your stomach as you spoke softly. "I feel the same way,"
He moved his hand from your wrist to your hand, lifting it off of his cheek and tangling your fingers together. You were both nervous, unsure of who was to act next.
Connor broke the awkward moment as he placed his free hand on the small of your back, smashing his lips against yours.
Your free hand sat on his chest, bracing yourself against him as you melted into the kiss. It was too short for both of you but it being your first kiss and the two of you being full of nerves it was not supposed to be good.
He continued to place a kiss on your cheek, as you had done to him, then looked at you. His eyes were soft as he met yours, his demeanour had changed completely from when he had entered and he was back to being the Connor you knew well.
"Will you allow me to take you on a date sometime?"
"I would love that,"
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supp :) im the person that requested the 12 & 35 prompts a bit ago
ofc u can do fluff and/or dom sherlock omg!
dom!reader is just my pref and idk the prompts were low-key giving beginning of smut to me, but i fr dont mind, u have full creative freedom and u obviously kno more than me bc of ur previous (amazing) writing :)
tysm for considering my request and have a great day/night! <3
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Word count:- 3k
Warning:- light smut, but mostly fluff.
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A/n:- ah finally I'm back! And I hope you like it!
" I'll take it" I said entering detective inspector lestrade's office. He and his whole team was clueless when it came to the mysterious disappearance of Mr Hazelwood. Even though I wasn't the first choice for the case, one can never be, when the greatest detective of the world is inspector's closest acquaintance. Well, acquaintance is past, now he's closest friend. Can you even imagine, the brilliant genius being his friend meant, almost no case for me to solve. I don't even have an assistant, there's definitely less opportunity for me to show I'm capable of solving mysteries too. Maybe not as brilliant as him, the one who stood infront of the inspector as I walked in, he turned to me and I must say, being a detective myself, it always made me like the wise people, and that meant... I fancied the detective, yes the one who's my professional rival.
"you don't understand," lestrade said looking at me, "I want Sherlock to solve it". This stupid comment made my blood boil, again, another oppertunity lost, ofcourse he can't let this interesting case go.
"no, I'm not taking it" I was stunned as Sherlock Holmes stated this, 'why not' I wondered but lestrade said it out loud,
"and why not?"
Sherlock sighed in response and rubbed his forehead with his fingers as if he was disturbed with lestrade constantly urging him to solve a case he doesn't want to, "it's too boring, rather easy for me Gavin".
'Same old genius' I thought as he mis pronounced lestrade's name again, I must say lestrade's frustration made me kinda giggle but I controlled it.
"If it's that easy then solve it" he still requested, almost begged him.
"you must use some of your brain too inspector" replied Sherlock and I agreed, "or" he said turning to me and my heart started to beat faster I could hear it in my ear, "this young lady is willing to take it, give her a chance".
What did I just heard, Sherlock siding me?
"ugh fine" saying so lestrade turned to me, "I assigne you, for the case now I want it to be solved in two weeks".
"TWO WEEKS?" I asked loudly enough for my voice to echo through the office, "isn't it too.. less inspector?" I asked as calmly as I could, you have to when you're still struggling to get known.
"yes, it's easy as Sherlock said, solve it, and if you need help I bet he can, he's already solved it in his fucking mind palace". I see where the anger was coming from, it was inspector being frustrated by the rejection of Mr brilliant.
"here you go" said Sherlock as he was about to pass by me, I wanted to thank him, or say something sweet infact nice but me being me, I regretted what I said, "scared?"
He raised his brows at my comment, I deserved it, then shaking his head he said, "we'll see how you solve it in two weeks without my help young lady".
I squinted my eyes at his challenge. But he went out of the office. I took the challenge in my mind, however I was unsure, I knew it's gonna be difficult, but I can't lose. It's my only chance.
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As I checked my progress after one week, I knew I'm gonna lose this challenge terribly. First, I had this rush which messed up my method and second, this Mr brilliant challenging me, that I can't do it on my own. Which was slowly turning out to be true. I got up from my sofa where I was lying and thinking, and grabbed my coat, my intention was to go to spot from where Mr Hazelwood was missing and inspect it thoroughly. So I took the bus, I know, poor little detective and went to the spot. While inspecting I felt someone watching over me. You know the feeling you get when you're being watched. I turned around and there were no one looking at me, yet again there was this feeling,
"told you, you need my help". I was startled as the heavy (sexy) voice said it, from behind. And no wonder I found Mr brilliant standing.
"what are you doing here, it's my case to solve" I knew I should've been a bit nice but it just came out to be very..
"rude" he replied, "very rude, I'm trying to help you".
"and why the fu..."
"gosh, kids these days" he said shaking his head.
"did you just called me a kid?"
"have you seen your height?"
"I'm sorry I'm not as tall as you and that doesn't mean.."
"as me? you're not even tall..AT ALL" his face remained expression less.
"who's being rude now, and how come you found me?"
"tracked your phone."
He said what? "you're spying on me?"
"a little girl, solving mystery on her own and at night, I must take care.."
"why do you care?" I might've said that but in my head I asked, 'you care? about me? why? who am I to you, genius?'.
"nothing," he got frustrated with me I knew, "if you change your mind, then... Baker Street" he pointed to the way he headed off to, leaving me on the street, alone, rather I pushed him away. I didn't want to, but it's me, why do you think I don't have an assistant? I work alone, so I don't look weak. Yet my phone's calendar told me it's one week to go, and if I can't solve.... No no I can and I have to... alone.
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And then there left three days, till now I've matched some dots and it confirmed, he wasn't kidnapped, no one conspired against him, so whatever happened to him he was involved. Now this second part of the mystery held lots of troubles, and to solve them in three days was near impossible. My mind kept telling me to reach to him, you know, Mr brilliant. But it was embarrassing, however I had no other way,
"okay, time to throw my self respect" I said to myself gesturing with my hand as if throwing trash bag, "here I come, Sherlock Holmes".
All my way I just wished, "please stay at the flat, please stay at home, please detective" and there I was at his door.
I inhaled a deep breath and tapped my knuckles on his door.
"it's unlocked" replied a different voice, from inside.
'Oh no, John watson is there, I'm fucked' now I had to be embarrassed to both of these men, anyway I have threw my self respect away.
I opened the door and entered, the scene was... well... interesting I believe, John Watson was on his laptop and detective was sitting on his sofa, eyes closed, hands clasped.
"may I?" I asked Dr watson, because he looked a little sane.
"yes" he replied me and turned to Sherlock, "she came".
"who?" he enquired, his deep voice even deeper, eyes still closed and hands still clasped together, touching his chin.
"young lady". Replied John watson and Sherlock's eyes were flung open.
"is that what you call me?" I couldn't help but ask him.
"any problem?" he asked.
"I'm not here to argue with you, I want.." shit! now the embarrassing part, "I need, your help".
"oh I see, Mr Hazelwood?" I nodded, "still on it? wasn't it easy?"
"if it were then why would I ask your help?" he was getting on my nerves I tell you.
"fine sit" he said and I checked around me.
"where?" there wasn't any place near him but a sofa far in the other end of the living room.
"oh there?" I said pointing to it.
"no here" he brought out a rusty chair for me to sit.
"but it's for the clients" objected Dr watson, he's really sane.
"you know what? I'm fine just help me out". I need help from him and nothing else. Well sometimes I think if I could have something else but hey, professionalism.
"yes now let me explain, before that tell me how far you've got". I explained him everything and out of my utter surprise he got up from his sofa to his work board and offered me to sit there. Why's he being so... kind?
"now let me tell you what exactly happened" and he explained it was all Mr Hazelwood's plan, he intentionally disappeared, he's not dead but roaming around disguised.
"woah!" I couldn't help but praise him, it's not like I don't admire him. I do more than that, I respect him and perhaps... I like him a little too, "so how do we catch him?".
"it's not your duty to do so, you give all the evidence and theories to Scotland yard and order them to find him" he suggested.
"order them? me?" I am not very... influencial am I?
"yes, look they insulted you by not respecting your potential, now it's your time".
His motivational speech filled me with self respect again, the one I threw for him.
"yes" I said with such confidence and then I lost it again, "would you come with me... please?" now still cringe at the thought of me actually giving him puppy eyes and pleading but he agreed.
We entered lestrade's office, one day left till the deadline for me and I explained everything to him.
"seems like Sherlock helped you" said sally, stupid bi... no control yourself.
"I didn't, we met at the gate, I came here for the case I'm taking care of" lied the detective, I must admit, his lying skill was pretty good.
"anyway " said lestrade, "if you really did it on your own then.."
It felt so bad, to be taking credit of Sherlock's work, I didn't solve it all, I don't lie, so I,
"Sally is right" I admitted.
"no she isn't " Sherlock warned me.
"she is, she is lestrade. I solved half of it, it was solved by Sherlock Holmes himself. Yes he helped me, but I could've done it on my own, if I had some more time."
They were all silent for some time, I feared looking at Sherlock, he'd be fuming at me by now.
"I guess we were putting unnecessary pressure on you" said the inspector softly, "fine, you'll solve another one for us".
This second chance made my lips curve into a smile and Sherlock approved with a nod.
We both went out of there, and we laughed and talked all our way to his house, why was I going there? I don't know, I kept on walking with him and he never pushed me away. In between he'd often brush hair off my forehead or take my hand while crossing the road. I wonder why, not that I mind though.
We even went straight to his living room and it was awfully quiet.
"where is Dr watson?" I enquired.
"he's out, he messaged me, he's picking Rosie from school". Then he told me everything about john and his daughter, even his deceased wife Mary.
"Mary sounds like a wonderful, brave, strong woman" I replied.
"she was, she was strongest and absolute boss of us" he spoke in way that showed how much he admired her and how much John Watson and Rosie means to him.
"if only I were capable of doing things on my own" I didn't want to say so but it just came out, it sounded sad.
"why not? if you were weak you would've been living with your parents, you have family, house, friends in here yet you chose be on your own, you don't have any assistant, you solve cases by yourself too, how much more strong do you wanna be?" his words felt good didn't they?
"you helped me" I reminded him.
"only this time" accompanied by his beautiful smile.
"if I need help again in solving mystery? will you help me?" I was starting to let my guards down, I may have started to trust him.
"if you want me to, ofcourse" His smile never left his lips but my phone rang and it indicated it was time to leave his flat, for now.
"I have to go" I kind of asked his permission before going.
"if you have to then... be careful okay?" ain't he little too careful for me? I liked it, I like being taken care of, perhaps he's not wrong I really am a kid.
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Days turned to months and one case turned to three. I took his help for three cases, call me dumb but I enjoy his company, for some reason I've noticed he does too.
After solving the third one I first went to his flat with him, both of us giggling at the fact that sally was so disappointed that I actually got recognised for my consecutive three wins, ofcourse with Mr brilliant by my side.
"it's late Sherlock, I have to go home" I said checking my watch.
"John's gonna be out tonight he has some patients to take care of, Rosie is with molly, so you can stay here tonight."
He might've said casually but it's HIM saying to ME. I already liked him, after these eight months of solving cases together I think I can say I... I'm in love with him. He's so caring for me, or maybe for all but I liked it.
"will you?" he asked again, popping my thought bubble.
"oh no nothing I was just ... fine I'll stay" I agreed, with my heart in my hand, he might spare his room for me but I wanted something else, a little kiss maybe... I think I fell in love, with the great detective.
"good" and with this he went inside, and came with his dressing gown draped over him, if I were a cat I would've drooled visibly, but I drooled, just no one could see it. He looked incredibly... domestic and it was hot. I just wanted to cuddle him, play with his hair, kiss him... oh! that was hot.
"Sherlock?" I asked.
"yes?" he answered, offering me something. It was a chocolate, I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not a kid" I complaint "I'm a grown up adult in my early twenties."
"I know, but I thought you may like it." well I do like chocolates, so unwrapping it I took a bite. And it was a bad idea told by Mr brilliant's laughter, the chocolate melted and it covered my mouth.
"funny?" I teased.
"very" he said between laughters.
"don't laugh, I bite people" I joked, yet I do have this tendency to bite my close ones,
"oh do you? that's... unique". he replied.
"I'm gonna wash my lips wait" as I got up, I felt his arm catching me by wrist. My heart gave me a signal, it's your chance.
"what?" turning to him I said, I little seductively.
He said nothing but took some of the chocolate from my lips with his finger and put it in his mouth, licking his finger clean.
My senses went wild. I stood frozen.
"you know what?" he asked me, and my mind told me, 'say something, don't look dumb'.
"wh-what?" I said.
"I've always wanted you this close. Never knew if I'd ever have you. I'm.." he trailed off " you're young and beautiful, I'm just an old detective"
'youre anything but old, actually even if you are older than me, I like it, I love it, you're older and sexier, caring as well" I thought.
"I just wanted to make sure you're taken care of. and I..." he trailed off.
"say it" I wanted to hear the words he couldn't let himself speak.
"I love you, with all my heart, have always loved you, and will always do, I sometimes went to Scotland yard casually for maybe to get a glimpse of you, coming to the office, smiling, all jolly, like a ray of sunshine " his lips curved into a smile reminiscing it perhaps, "since the day your eyes fell on me I have loved you, for who you are, you never had to be anything you're not, I love for all the things you are and all the things you're not, I'd see you noticing me too and you're disgust was clear".
"Sherlock" I started, "it wasn't disgust, a pretence, so you don't find out I like you too, infact now I can say I love you and not for your intelligence I admire that but I love you for being a good human to me, I can see, you love me, you care, you protect and you even adore me."
"you know?" he was surprised, "well then, I'm glad, may I kiss you?"
I nodded, and he crashed his lips on mine, letting the kiss go hungrier until he pulled away and asked,
"should we? you want to? with me?"
I understood what he meant,
"yes, I do"
"I'm not that experienced" he replied.
"neither am I"
we giggled at our lesser experience, we both are so engulfed into mystery solving that sex or love barely crossed our mind. I know not how he pulled me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, but we did and we went to his room kissing still.
One can say I was nervous and I knew so was he but he didn't seem so. The way he marked my neck and the way his fingers worked the buttons of my shirt. I was all red being naked infront of him but it melted as he put off his shirt too, I couldn't help but run my hand all over his chest, bringing him closer to me.
"bite me" he ordered.
"I thought you'd never ask" with a smirk I pecked his bottom lip, his moan said he liked it. That hour of him being inside of me was wonderful. He was sweet, gentle, he knew I was absolutely inexperienced. And my first time turned out to be the beautiful one. "I can stay like this forever" I said in between whimpers.
"I wouldn't mind" he replied, fastening his pace and us reaching our climax together. As we layed down on his bed I kept on thinking about how he said he loved me, and he always will.
"what's the matter?" he asked seeing me lost in my thoughts. I knew he cannot actually let himself love someone, maybe it was a moment of weakness for him, but if only he knew it was more than that for me. It was not just sex for me, I made love with him.
“You’re all talk. Why don’t you show me what you really mean?”
I said getting up a little aggressively. He looked confused at my behaviour.
"But It was the truth, why do you think I'd help you, care for you, love you?"
I think he does have a point.
"and sex never amazed me, I don't bother about it, and my past experience was no strings attached kind of sex but now..." he trailed off, "now after you came, I resisted as long as I could the urge to kiss your pretty face, because I know what people could think, that the great detective found a young girl to sleep with, the young lady detective slept with Sherlock Holmes to get recognised, that's why I never opened up about it". His eyes were teary and so were mine, he cared about me as much as he cared about himself.
"if I say" I spoke, "I don't care, and that I love you, I want to be with you Sherlock, then?"
Sherlock came a little closer to me, trying hard not to cry, "then you're gonna get me as your assistant all my life."
Saying this he hugged me and we both cried, tears of joy I'd like to think. But since then I moved in with him, and john and Rosie, I love this family and our parents may have thought this marriage is a little... never mind, they accepted, the age gap wasn't a barrier at all. And we lived happily ever after.
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