Run Away
Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Summary: When Sherlock went to work in London, he made a promise, a promise he has to keep and now, even more urgently as your father found a suitor.
Ever since your eyes met his, you loved him.
Back then, all he was is a handsome young man who intrigued you, but as the years passed, as he matured, your feelings grew.
You two met in secret, just on the edge of your father's property, you met him every night.
He told you about his dreams and you told him about yours. He dreamed of becoming a detective, the best one. And you had no doubt he would become just that. He had the potential.
But then, he needed to leave you.
He left you and his family for London.
"I'll become the greatest detective, My Love, and then I'll bring you with me to London, I'll ask your father for your hand in marriage. I promise." he said as he left you, and you believed him.
You believed Sherlock, so, you didn't look for another. But your father sure did.
And soon he found, Richard.
Richard Moore was from a rich family, noble with way too much money, so of course, your father didn't have to think much and arranged your marriage to him.
You have never seen Richard, you never met him nor his family and yet, your wedding invitations were already sent out.
As y last desperate attempt, you asked for them to also include the Holmes family. Your father never knew about your feelings for Sherlock. But he sure knew who he was.
"Such an arrogant man. Sherlock had potential and yet, he became a detective," he said a year ago, just as Sherlock's popularity grew, so did your father's hatred.
"Being a detective mustn't be that bad. What if my future husband will be one?"
"Impossible! I'll never give you to a useless man! A politician or a hard-working man will be your husband. No arrogant detective can take my daughter's hand!"
And ever since, this feeling of his only grew. Your father soon found Richard Moore, his family were known for their political views.
No doubt, you would only be a trophy wife for him, he needed someone to call his and to show to the public, he didn't want feelings, and he would never love you.
You were convinced you would never love someone as much as you loved Sherlock.
Which is why you insisted on inviting him to your wedding. If his feelings were true, he would come and he would rescue you from the future which seemed so dark now. A hand written invitation just for him.
You hoped he would get to you before the wedding, but as you stood there in your white gown, which you weren't even allowed to choose, your heart panicked.
Your mind told you the cruellest things, how Sherlock never even loved you, how he wouldn't come and how this will be your life from now on. And you started to believe. You started to believe that all of it is true.
That Sherlock found someone more interesting than you, a stunning woman who is independent.
And there you were, a love-sick teenager who was still waiting for him. He must be laughing at you, you often thought, at just how incredibly naive you were. And you don't blame him.
You were ready to walk down the aisle. You let out a deep sigh as everyone left you alone for just a moment before your father would come and walk with you.
"Love?" the voice behind you, barely a whisper, and you thought your mind was playing a trick so you didn't move, but then you heard your name getting called with the same deep voice. You slightly turned and saw, Sherlock. "Love, I'm so sorry for not coming earlier, I had matters to attend to, but now I'm here. And I'll keep my promise and bring you with me." he rushed over to you.
"What took you so long?" you asked, rather angry with him.
"We don't have much time, Y/N, please come with me I'll explain everything. And you did, you accepted his hand as he pulled you out of the church and into a carriage.
You were surprised just how easy it was to get out of there, even in your white, very visible, dress. All that you left was the bouquet of flowers.
"I missed you, you are more beautiful than the day I left." he wanted to lean in and kiss you but you pushed him back.
"You have to explain a lot to me. There I was, thinking you didn't even care about me, that you found someone else, and then you just show up."
"I had to arrange many things. Didn't help that the police had another very interesting case, but you were more important. When I got the letter... I thought you moved on, that you found someone else. But then I noticed, the way you wrote, hand written by you just for me, and your hands were shaky, judging by the ink and the paper soaked with your tears. I am not sure how I missed that but when I realized I rushed."
"I never moved on. My father thinks your job is... not the best, to put it nicely. I tried to convince him, so we wouldn't have to run away, but he is stubborn. And Richard... I never met him, never even saw him." your eyes met his as the carriage stopped. You weren't too sure, but London couldn't be so close.
"I thought we shouldn't let that dress go to waste." he got out of the carriage and helped you.
The scene in front of you took your breath away.
A small chapel in the middle of a beautiful field, you recognized Sherlock's siblings, mother and a priest.
"But only if you say yes out of your heart. I would never force you to marry me." you looked at Sherlock, eyes tearing up as you nodded. You pushed him and he nodded before walking to his place as his mother walked over to you and walked you down the aisle. Of course, there was no actual aisle, but you could live with that.
The smallest ceremony, this was about love, not about politics or trophies, this wedding was purely out of your love for one another. Suddenly even the dress you hated became the most beautiful.
A small kiss made it official, from that day on, you were Mrs Holmes.
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London was much like you imagined but at the same time, nothing like you could ever dream about.
221B Baker Street was... interesting to say the least. Clearly, the home was a place for a man but you did see how Sherlock tried to make it more livable to you.
"Well, this is..." you trailed off as you tried to maneuver through the books. "Lovely."
"It's messy, I know but I do not have much time too clean up. We can hire someone to do that, I do not expect you. Oh please, don't open the fridge."
And you did, and it was already too late. You closed it as quickly as you opened it.
"I really hope that is cheese... right?"
"I always eat out, so it could be anything. I'll clean it out later."
At least the bedroom was in a good shape. The bed looked comfortable and warm.
"At least nothing smells in here." he laughed slightly behind you.
"It's a new one, I got it before I went to get you."
"We have to do something about the fridge. I don't mind the books and if it's a little messy but..." you felt his hands run up your arms.
"Do as you wish. I have the money if you wish to change something."
"I like your home, and I don't think Mrs Huddson will be pleased if I ruin her kitchen."
Sherlock smiled as he turned you around to kiss you and hold you.
He finally had you in his arms, and he was not going to let you go ever again.
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Holmes Brothers Reaction to You getting hurt by Their Enemy - Preferences
Mycroft Holmes
Mycroft didn't care for 'Goldfish'. Then why was he rushing to the hospital as soon as he got the call? Why did his heart skip a beat when your name and the word 'shot' was mentioned in the same sentence?
Mycroft didn't even stop by the reception desk, he knew where you were, of course he did.
And then, he saw you on the bed, talking to a nurse as she put a new IV bag up for you.
"Myc?"
"Darling." he said so naturally, it didn't even shock you. His eyes scanned you over and you knew he just checked your health better than any doctor could have.
"I'm perfectly fine. I was shot, my arm does hurt, but I'm fine." you said and Mycroft collected himself and smoothened his tie.
"I wasn’t worried." he said and you giggled. Of course, he would deny any emotion, but you knew better, you saw it in his eyes.
Mycroft stayed with you while they checked you out, he wanted to be 100% sure everything was absolutely okay with you. And once you could leave the hospital, he would make sure to drive you home and he would only drive away once the light in your apartment is turned on, that's when he'd know you are safe. Of course, he would have his revenge on the person who did this to you.
Even if he said he didn't care, he certainly did. It warmed your heart and certainly made you hope for the future.
Sherlock Holmes
John got the call, you called him asking if he can drive you home since you were attacked and left with a broken ankle, Sherlock just happened to be there.
Sherlock made John break a couple laws while driving there "My brother IS the government, you won't get a ticket!" he said over and over.
But once they arrived at the hospital, he'd be stoic, he would also analyse your posture, getting to the conclusion that your injury was bad but not life-threatening, what was scarier is what you said to John.
"I was walking home when they hit me in the head. They said it was because of Sherlock and then after a couple hits and kicks, they left, they smelled strongly of alcohol."
Sherlock was immediately on the case, already half done by the time they arrived to your home.
Sherlock would proudly present to you the three men that attacked you by the time you got to your apartment and opened the door. And five minutes later, the men were in cuffs.
You knew it was his way of showing he cared.
"You should tell her." said John as the two sat back into the car.
"Tell her what?"
"You are clever, Sherlock, you know what I meant." John started driving as Sherlock smiled, he just might, in the future, so you can move in and he can keep you safe.
And John ended up with speeding and parking tickets.
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