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{Dreams}

How they picture their futures with their s/o?

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↬|William|

• He really wants to marry his s/o, move to a lovely town somewhere in England and raise a bunch of kids together. He dreams of taking his child(ren) to a park and playing tag with them and building a house and a garden with them.

• After his s/o managed to get through to him, he realised that he has someone who accepts him no matter what and that there is still some light in the world. He has a bit of hope for the first time in a long while.

• Maybe things won't go as badly as he always assumed they would. And if they do, he won't have to deal with them alone... not again.

• William is actually a very family oriented person, and he hopes in the future to have one or more of his own. He always dreamt of having children. However he can't imagine them being happy with the man he currently is. {"I can't have children. My children would hate me. I'm too broken to raise another human being. How can I protect and shape a soul when mine is so corrupted?"}

• But he knows that he can't do everything alone, and he knows that suicide won't be an option after getting together with this beloved ones. He'll do everything he can to make them happy and to make himself happy. He'll work hard to achieve his dreams just so he can spend the rest of his life at their side.

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↬|Albert|

• Albert pictures their future as one that's peaceful and quiet, filled with all the small, but meaningful interactions that make up a good life.

• Albert and his s/o share a drink in the afternoon, go out to eat at a cafe and watch a theatre performance. He'll listen to them gush about their day and show his appreciation for them through affectionate comments.

• He'll take part in a friendly debate or two with his lover, then settle in for a quiet night, with nothing but each other's company to keep them entertained.

• Albert is a hopeless romantic who believes in the true purity and magic of love. He's not afraid to admit it, and in the future, he would love to settle down and live in peace and happiness with his one true love who he believes is out there somewhere, waiting just for him.

• He also wants to be the head of a large and happy family, with his children growing up to be as kindhearted, honest, and strong as he is.

• Albert and his future s/o will lead a life full of love, happiness and adventure together. They'll be the head of a large and loving family, with lots of children who are as kindhearted, honest and brave as Albert is.

• They'll never want for anything, and even when hard times may come their way, they'll be able to get through it together. Albert and his s/o will face the world together, as partners, and nothing will ever tear them apart.

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↬|Louis|

• He envisions spending the rest of his life with his s/o, experiencing countless moments and memories with them, living in harmony and love.

• Louis’ future with his s/o involves not only their own happiness and fulfilment, but also the happiness and peace of others in their community.

• He imagines creating a loving and harmonious environment for them and everyone around them, one that’s absent of conflict and stress, where everyone can live peacefully and free from worry.

• Louis also visualises his and his s/o’s future selves to be well-adjusted individuals who are emotionally and intellectually stable, always striving to better themselves, helping one another and always working towards the betterment of their community.

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↬|Sebastian|

• Sebastian likes to fantasize that his eventual future would be living in a big mansion with his future s/o somewhere in the countryside.

• Sebastian imagines his future with his s/o to be full of excitement and adventure. He envisions them traversing the globe together, exploring exotic countries and cultures, and never staying in one place for very long.

• Their home away from home will be a luxury yacht that they use to travel from port to port, with their love for one another ever present. He looks forward to all the exciting memories they will make together and the new and unexpected experiences they will have.

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↬|Sherlock|

• Sherlock's ideal relationship seems to be one that involves a lot of banter and playful teasing. He loves the feeling of mutual trust and understanding. He would prefer a partner that is able to play off his wit and hold their own in a verbal duel.

• He wants someone sharp-witted and willing to do a bit of light-hearted arguing for the joy of it. He wants a partner to solve difficult cases with. He would like for his partner to be his equal (as Sherlock tends to struggle with a partner having any kind of authority over him), and he would also love for his partner to be independent.

• In his mind, he pictures them growing old together. They would continue solving cases, and Sherlock would spend most of his free time playing his violin.

• Sherlock can be very playful and light-hearted at times, especially when he is in his most relaxed state. He enjoys teasing people in general, but especially his partner.

• However, even as teasing and joking is a sign of affection for him, he also craves deep conversations to be able to understand and connect with his s/o on a more personal and meaningful level.

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↬|John|

• John, as usual, is a man of many ideas and emotions. He is a romantic and loves nothing more than daydreaming about his future with his partner.

• However, when reality comes knocking the good doctor finds himself a mess of contradictions. He is torn between wanting to settle down and having his own children, and wanting to go around in the world healing and saving as many people as possible.

• He wants nothing more than to be close to his partner, but he also doesn't want to burden them or get in the way of their dreams. His hopes for their future are like a messy pile of his notes and notebooks.

• John craves stability and consistency in his life, but he's rarely able to provide it for himself. He worries that his constant changes of career and hobbies will make his partner question their future together, though he also knows that he cannot and will not compromise on wanting to be with them.

• He struggles to find a middle ground between his desire for happiness and his desire for purpose. Deep down, though, all he really wants is to be able to wake up every morning, see their beautiful face next to him, and feel complete.

• John, in the end, tends to side with wanting a family of his own. But he isn't one to put his desires on his partner, and more so hopes that they will come to the decision on their own.

• He wants children someday, or so he believes, but only if it will make his S/O happy. He is deeply in love and is always happy to make his partner happy at the cost of his own happiness. In theory, anyway. When his partner is happy everything is good in the world. If he is happy is an afterthought.

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S/O Wearing Glasses Headcanons II

Sherlock Holmes, John H. Watson, and Billy the Kid

A/N: William, Sebastian, Fred, and Herder's version here!

Sherlock Holmes

He makes sure your eyes and glasses are safe when you two are testing experiments.

He may not do chores a lot in his flat, but he straightens up and cleans so you won't trip or bump into things when you visit.

Surprisingly, he's the one who always reminds you about check-ups and makes sure you don't strain your eyes too much.

He might say it in a snide remark or a sarcastic comment, but it's just how he shows he cares.

When you lose your glasses, Sherlock always knows where it is.

Once, you broke your glasses while chasing a perp. The lens shattered and cut your face.

Sherlock found you on the ground with blood all over your face while the perp was slowly standing up from the collision.

Needless to say, the perp was thrown in the back of the police carriage. Literally.

After that, he makes sure to come with you whenever you buy a new pair.

He also makes sure you're out of danger or within his reach just in case.

John H. Watson

He thinks you're the most precious thing he's ever seen whenever you wear them.

It makes his heart flutter whenever he sees you wearing your glasses while reading his books intensely.

Whenever you feel insecure about your glasses, he gives you heartfelt compliments, one after another.

You always get so flustered that you don't have time to feel insecure.

Whenever you take a nap or rest your eyes from wearing glasses, he always cleans them and wipes the smudges.

When you go out to buy a new pair, he likes to look through the options and see you try them on.

And when you ask for his opinion, he tells you how great you look with the most sincere eyes.

Once, he found you fumbling through your place to look for your glasses and immediately helped and guided you.

After you found it, he helped clean up your place, no questions asked.

When you broke your glasses and couldn't immediately get a new one, John happily linked your arms together as you navigated the day side by side, and he made sure you wouldn't get hurt and read things for you.

Billy the Kid

He has definitely teased you about them, calling you the brain, his little brainiac, or cute little nerd, whether true or not. 

He tried putting them on one time and asked how he looked (a fuzzy bunch of colors. But a CUTE fuzzy bunch of colors, as he emphasized) 

He definitely hid your glasses in the past, making you cling to him as you look for them. 

Karma hit him when you started looking closely at Sherlock at William to recognize them, too close in Billy's perspective. 

Billy quickly put your glasses on and held you close, warning the two despite it being his fault. 

Since then, Billy stopped messing around as much... only when he knows you're alone. 

When Billy sees you having a hard time reading something, he whispers it to you.

When Billy sees you about to bump into something, he grabs you by the waist and guides you away from it. 

He also likes shopping for a new pair with you and trying them on. 

He has suggested buying a matching pair for you both, despite his just being a fashion statement.

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You fall asleep in an odd spot ~ Sherlock Preferences

A/N: HELLO DARLINGS!!!! I’m SO sorry its been so long. Life got really chaotic but I trying to find time to writ more. I have missed you all sooo much. I hope you enjoy what I cooked up for today. See you all again soon hopefully lol.

Sherlock: 

Being with Sherlock involves a lot of late nights. When you're on a case the two of you can easily stay out till the sun starts to spill over the horizon. Exhaustion is your nearly constant companion. So it is not uncommon for you to fall asleep on the cab ride back to Bakers street. After your head is resting comfortably on his shoulder he will gently intertwine your fingers. Running his thumbs over your knuckles soothingly. It is one of the few truly tender things he does, and it means the world to you.

John:

Sleep isn't always your best friend. Most nights your body would, rather cruelly, keep you awake. Force you to think about your whole life till you spiraled into anxiety. John understood that struggle and would often stay up with you, making tea and sitting with you. It led to some of the deepest and more honest conversations. However, your bodies were still both achingly tired in the morning. So when John came to pick you up on your lunch break for a date one day after a particularly long night. He wasn't surprised to find you sound asleep on your desk. With a gentle touch he woke you up, telling your coworkers you weren't feeling well. The two of you spent the rest of the day together, cuddled up and fast asleep.

Mycroft:

Late hours were the norm in your house. Both of you commonly work odd schedules as contacts from around the world update you on various projects. On a bright Sunday morning Mycroft awoke to find you missing from the bed. Assuming you had simply gone to bed later and woken up early he walked down to the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was odd but not unfamiliar. You sat at the small breakfast table in the corner, head resting on the keyboard of your laptop. A few papers and a now very cold cup of coffee to your right. Gently, he woke you and ushered you into bed, calling Athena to cancel all morning meetings. The two of you needed some recovery time.

Greg:

It was cute really, well Greg thought it was cute at least, that you could never make it through a movie in the cinema. No matter how much you wanted to see the movie, every time you would drift off. Popcorn left to get cold in your lap as your head lulled back. While the end credits rolled he would nudge you awake with the most childish grin on his face, making you groan in frustration. He would always give you a summary on the car ride home, which you appreciated. 

Moriarty:

You were not one to let your guard down easily, Jim knew that. No matter how tired you were, sleeping in public wasn't an option. However, there was one exception, the plane to Dublin. Something about flying home relaxed you, made the worries and enemies slip from your mind. Softly you rest your head on Jim's shoulder and let sleep overtake you. He would work quietly, kissing your head whenever you stirred slightly to adjust. These plane rides were often the quietest moments in your life together, you both treasured them.

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Cat's Out of the Bag | Moriarty the Patriot

Summary: It looks like you've been rudely interrupted mid kiss with your (secret) lover. Suffice to say the situation is quite awkward...

Content: SFW. Sherlock being Sherlock. Jokes about some characters reading too much into the situation but there is no mature content going on. Please don't tag this as anything but SFW!

Characters: Sherlock, Louis, John

Notes: Let me kiss them on the foreheads please 🥺

Sherlock Holmes

Well, this is certainly surprising. Mycroft didn't suspect that his routine "wellness check" (code for his surprise paintball gun fights) would end up with him walking on his brother sharing kisses with a lady

(He was sure he told him to beware of women once...)

And really, in the living room of the flat for anyone to walk in on! It was as if Sherlock would show no shame in being caught (true)

But...Mycroft didn't remember any woman catching his little brother's eye. It seems that this was a well-kept secret indeed

"Sherly, if you are going to show your affections to a woman, there are appropriate places to do so. Out in the middle of the sitting room with the door unlocked is not one of them."

"What do you want?" Sherlock hissed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Why do you always have to show up at the most inopportune times?!"

"Because I care for you, Sherly," Mycroft answered with a smile. Then his gaze drifted over to you, your cheeks growing pink. "My apologies for not properly introducing myself. You may call me Mycroft. I am Sherly’s elder brother."

"No one asked, now get out," Sherlock huffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "You've spoiled the mood."

"Why didn't you inform me that you had a lover? You'll be needing all the advice I can spare if this relationship is to be maintained. Besides, do you even know basic biology?" Mycroft sighed, shaking his head. "You have a terrible habit of only absorbing information that interests you. It's to be assumed that you have no inclination of the topic of se–"

"All right, that's enough!" Sherlock exclaimed, leaping out of his seat and pushing his brother towards the door. "Please, my dear, darling older brother, do not come back without an invitation. Bye!"

And before Mycroft could formulate a witty response, the door was promptly shut in his face, locked with a key for good measure.

"...Sherlock?"

"Don't mind him. He's always this irritating." Sherlock huffed, returning to his spot beside you on the sofa. "I'm sorry if his visit resulted in embarrassment for you. Now you can imagine what I have to go through on a regular basis."

"Pesky older brothers," you laughed. "I suppose it's fortunate I don't have one of my own."

"Truly. If you did, I have a feeling that they'd be grilling me on my reasons for courting you. I don't need any more sibling drama than I have now."

"Well, at least he's gone now, right?"

"And hopefully he won't be back for a long while."

"I'm guessing his display just now is the reason you didn't tell him that we're together?"

"Precisely. Now, I'm afraid we'll have to be careful about him barging in again. He can be quite stubborn in that regard."

"It'll be alright," you said, placing your hand atop Sherlock's. "At least now we know what to expect."

"Well, next time he can 'expect' the nearest object being tossed at his head."

Even Sherlock gets so embarrassed you thought, smiling when you noticed the red tips of his ears. 

“You’re blushing,” you said, unable to resist the urge to tease him. It wasn’t often Sherlock got so flustered, after all.

“I am not.”

“You do realize that you scratch the back of your neck when you’re lying, right?”

Sherlock tsked, playfully rolling his eyes before pulling you into his arms. “You’ve picked up on too many of my tactics. You’ll pay for this!” Your laughter echoed throughout the flat as Sherlock tickled you mercilessly until you confessed to your ‘crime’.

However, a few kisses of recompense bribed your way out of a guilty sentence. Maybe that favoritism made Sherlock guilty, too, but he wasn’t opposed to the two of you being partners in crime. 

Louis Moriarty

Well, well, well. Who knew sweet and innocent Louis would be caught with lipstick stains on his face?

Moran knew he shouldn't be so delighted at the sight in front of him, but it was almost like...he was seeing a little brother become a man

Besides, Moran didn't count on any of the brothers having a secret relationship. To say this was a surprise was an understatement. Perhaps the others would like to know…

"Sorry, Louis. Was I interrupting something?" Sebastian asked, unable to hide his toothy grin.

"Just what on earth are you doing entering the room without knocking?!!" Louis' glasses weren't enough to hide the blush creeping on his face which grew more and more noticeable by the minute.

"Didn't think you'd be so busy," Moran replied, wriggling an eyebrow. "The evidence of the crime is all over you."

"There was nothing indecent going on here!" Louis his face in his hands, internally plotting a million ways to get rid of Moran without arousing suspicion.

"You shouldn't have to say so if that were the case."

"Moran!!!"

"Okay you two, calm down, all right?" you sighed, trying to salvage the last bit of decency between you and Louis. "If Moran came in here, he probably needs something from us. What can we help you with?”

"Well, I was just dropping by to say that the last mission we discussed is still on. William's already moving forward with the plan. However, if you also need me to get the manor empty for a while, let me know. I can pull a few strings."

"Whenever you speak with William again,” you said through gritted teeth, “can you ask him to teach me how to get away with murder?"

"Oh, that's quite a specific request. Care to elaborate?"

"I'll elaborate when I put you six feet below the ground, Sebastian."

Moran put his hands up in the air in surrender, though the grin never left his face. "I was just joking around. Besides, if Louis gets this embarrassed just kissing you, there's no way he'd be able to–"

Moran jumped as a knife whizzed past him and embedded itself into the wall.

"If you get so caught off guard just by running your mouth, there's no way you'd be prepared for a surprise attack by an enemy."

"Aaand would you look at that, it's half past tea time! Better go help the others with the details of the plan."

You didn't think you'd ever seen Moran run out of a room so quickly.

"Louis, please don't threaten him. I know he's an idiot sometimes but..."

"Nevermind him. Shall we continue where we left off?"

You blinked, taken aback by Louis' sudden boldness. "O-Oh. You...want another kiss?"

Louis' lips turned upwards in a wicked grin. "Put them where your lipstick will be visible. I want Moran to remember how he barely escaped this situation with his life."

John Watson

Oh, uh…huh. Sherlock didn’t think twice about bursting into his dear friend’s room to excitedly inform him of the success of his new experiment and ended up…well…seeing John mid kiss with a woman he’d never met before

He couldn’t help but stare slack-jawed, completely oblivious to the mortified expressions of his companion and “friend”

But Sherlock had seen far stranger things, so he was able to quickly regain his composure and snap back to his usual self

“John, you should have told me you were going to have a lady friend over! I would have made sure to stay out of the flat for a while.”

“N-No,” John stammered, his tanned face flushing, “I wouldn’t make you leave so that…I…”

“It’s quite all right to want some privacy! Kissing someone is a very intimate affair after all, and I’m not about to ruin my dear Watson’s chances at romance!”

“I–”

“So, whaddya think of John?” Sherlock asked you with a wink. “He’s quite the catch, isn’t he?”

“Sherlock! I thought you just said you were going to give us some privacy…”

“Oh, I agree,” you replied, leaving John and Sherlock wide-eyed at your honest confession. “To be honest, I didn’t expect John to be so…good at his craft.” You winked back at Sherlock, the two of you exchanging smiles. It seems you were already well on your way to gaining the detective’s approval.

“[Name]!” John cried, burying his face in your shoulder. “Don’t start teasing me, too.”

“But you’re so cute when your face turns all red~” you laughed, lifting up his chin with a finger. “Besides, I can tell you like the fact that I take the lead in this relationship.”

Poor John was going to end up as red as a tomato if you and Sherlock kept on like this.

“Well, I’ll be going now. I’ll return in a couple of hours–got some detective work to do and all. Enjoy your kissing. Goodbye!”

As soon as the door clicked shut, John breathed out a ragged sigh. “I was not expecting all this attention today.”

“Shy are we?”

“Please, I don’t know how much more my poor heart can take.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around John’s neck. “I’m sorry. You’re just so cute when you’re like this.”

John pouted his lips, pulling you in closer by your waist. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying that.”

“Then do.”

John’s eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes, silently asking for your permission. You answered his question with a nod and smile, and soon enough, his lips were back on yours, bringing you to a state of unending bliss, whispering sweet nothings reserved just for you.

“Yes,” he said against your lips, unable to hide his smile, “you are quite adorable, darling.”

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Sherlock incorrect quote: proposal

A normal day at 221B:

John to y\n (pulling out a ring): y\n?

y\n (obviously confused): yes john?

John(kneels down on one knee): will you make me the happiest man in the world....

Sherlock(obviously annoyed and jealous): could you just get it over with?

John(rolls his eyes): could you make me the happiest man in the world and marry my annoying best friend?

y\n: (uncontrollable and loud laughter)

Sherlock:

Sherlock: did you just propose for me?

John: you werent making a move and she is not going to be single forever!

Sherlock: ok...ok give me the ring

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Take Care

Sherlock and Mycroft x little sister!reader, John x teen!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you get a startling diagnosis that turns everyone around you overprotective

Warnings: cancer, mentions of death (no actual death)

“She…she has what?”

John looked up from his newspaper at the sound of Sherlock’s distress. He had picked up a call from Mycroft and answered with the usual bored disdain, but after listening for a moment he had sat up rigid in his chair.

“I see,” Sherlock went on. “I’ll be right over, I…oh. Yes, alright.”

“What was that all about?” John asked as Sherlock put the phone down. After a moment, John thought he wasn’t going to answer, but finally he spoke, his voice dazed.

“What? Oh, Y/N, she’s…Mycroft is bringing her over for a bit.”

“Is she alright?” John asked hesitantly.

“I…no. I don’t know,”

“Sherlock this is ridiculous, what’s wrong? You’re worrying me.”

You had become quite the regular at Baker Street, sleeping over there almost as much as you stayed with Mycroft, your legal guardian.

“Y/N…she has cancer.”

“She what?” Surely he had heard wrong.

“Mycroft took her in for an appointment, routine check up, that’s all, but…” Sherlock swallowed, and didn’t finish.

“How…I mean…” John wasn’t sure how to ask about the severity.

“I’m not sure,” Sherlock said finally. “Mycroft didn’t say much.”

“Hey Sherlock!” To say Sherlock was surprised when you came bounding into 221B like nothing was wrong would be a severe understatement.

“Hello,” he greeted hollowly. You stepped past him to bring your bag to your room, and Sherlock turned to look at Mycroft.

“She knows?” He asked quietly, and Mycroft nodded.

“I believe she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“How bad is it?”

“They said they aren’t sure about the outcome. They want to start treatments as soon as possible, and it all depends on how she responds to it. All we can do is make sure she gets enough rest and water between visits for now.”

“Alright,” Sherlock sighed. “Then we do all we can do.”

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“Where do you think you’re going?”

You looked up at Sherlock with a frown.

“Just for a walk.”

“No you’re not,” he responded. “It’s time you took a nap.”

“Gee grandma, you first,” you scoffed.

“Y/N, don’t be like that,” John insisted.

“You guys really aren’t gonna let me take a walk?” You glared at the two men, who didn’t waver an inch. “Fine,” you groaned, brushing past them to your room and closing the door.

…

“Drink.”

“I’ve had like four glasses of water today Mycroft, I’m not thirsty.”

Mycroft gestured to the glass in front of you insistently. You rolled your eyes and took a sip.

“Finish that, and then you should take a nap.”

“I’m fine.”

“He’s right,” Sherlock chimed in from the sofa.

“Since when do you two agree on anything?” You scoffed.

“Since now.”

You glared at Mycroft.

“You can’t lay off for one afternoon?”

“No.”

“Ok, I’ll nap on one condition; you let me go to Christie’s later, she wanted to study together.”

“You’ll take a nap either way,” Mycroft responded.

“Wanna bet?” You challenged.

“No, because I don’t have to. You’ll do as you’re told.”

“John, a little help?”

“Don’t look at me,” John raised his hands. “I’m with them.”

“Could you guys stop treating me like this for two seconds?” Your tone rose with your anger.

“Like what?” Mycroft’s resolve hadn’t changed.

“Like I’m an invalid!” You shoved past your brothers and slammed the door to your room.

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“She won’t answer.”

“I know that,” Sherlock griped at his older brother.

“Should we pick the lock?”

“She’d kill us.”

“Well, she’s worrying me, she’s been in there for a while,” Mycroft pulled out a lock pick and got to work.

When the lock clicked, he called out a warning.

“We’re coming in if you don’t open this door!”

Silence.

Mycroft pushed open the door, and sighed in relief when he saw you on your bed, a book in your lap and headphones in your ears. You looked up in disgust.

“Privacy much?” You growled as you pulled your headphones out of your ears.

“You’ve been in here for too long, and you wouldn’t answer when we knocked,” Mycroft insisted.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“Because we need to talk,” Sherlock came to stand by your bed.

“About what?”

“About ‘how we treat you’,” Mycroft sighed.

“Alright, talk.”

“You know why we do it,” Sherlock insisted.

“Yeah, because you’re nosy control freaks.”

“Because we’re worried,” Mycroft corrected.

“You shouldn’t be.”

“That’s a load of crap,” everyone turned in surprise when John entered the room. “You know full well why they’re scared, and you are too. There’s not much we can do, alright? The only things we can do is make sure you get your rest in between treatments, and try our best to take care of you. So that’s what we’re doing.”

You were silent for a long moment.

“I-I just…” the tears in your eyes were perhaps the most surprising because it was the first time your family had seen you cry since the news came. “I don’t want to spend what could be my last few months just…resting. Wasting time, relaxing, and-and-“

“Hey,” the sternness in Mycroft’s tone shut you up immediately. “These aren’t your last few months. That’s what we’re trying to ensure by keeping you rested, and able to fight this.”

“We’re not letting you die, understand?” Sherlock lowered himself to meet your gaze.

“Ok,” you choked, and you were relieved when John stepped forwards and pulled you into his arms.

“You’re going to be ok,” he promised.

You smiled.

“Thank you.”

#Sherlock #Sherlock holmes #sherlock x sister reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock x little sister #sherlock x you #sherlock x y/n #sherlockholmes #sherlock and mycroft #sherlock fanfic #mycroft #big brother mycroft #mycroft holmes #bbc john watson #john watson x reader

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Being Sherlock Holmes protege/child

Pairings: Sherlock Holmes x teen!reader (slight John Watson x teen!reader, slight Greg Lestrade x teen!reader)

Imagine: Sherlock taking a liking to you and decides that he wants you as his protege

Warnings: mention of struggling with school idk what else

A/N so as always my works are gn!reader so that anyone can read them and idk this idea just came to me might write and actual fic about it (sorry if it might be messy, haven’t reread it after I wrote it)

I love Sherlock <3 that’s it that’s my actual comment

So you somehow caught Sherlock’s attention weather it be that you are smart as him or not doesn’t really matter, you caught his attention

It was at a crime scene in which you helped Lestrade a lot in the case until he contacted Sherlock, when Sherlock got there he noticed how you helped him get to the answer, or more like you knew the answer which turned out to be correct. Having known much about this crime and the people involved helped you a lot to solve it.

Sherlock who as usual tried to deduce everyone tried to deduce you and noticed that he couldn’t, or he got it all wrong, it made him more curious about you

So Sherlock decided out of nowhere that he liked you, he saw potential in you and wanted to take you in, so that’s what he did

If you were an orphan he got accepted to foster you, but if you aren’t then he needed your parents approval, which he got (with a bit of help from Lestrade and Mycroft)

The first week living with Sherlock was filled with him trying to figure out things about you. In doing that he did actually notice all your bad habits.

He noticed how you were stressed about school a lot, how you struggled with school, which he thought weird as outside of school you were damn smart but as soon as it came to school all went to shit

So he started (without himself knowing) slowly to help you with your school work, he’d say random facts that you would actually need to your assignments in which you wrote down. He helped you a lot that way and when he noticed he still continued, because he noticed you never asked for help. You were a lot less stressed over school because of his help.

After a few weeks he started to notice how you would make sure that he took care of himself but you wouldn’t take care of yourself, so he started to tell you to eat something, to drink, to sleep, like you always told him

The first case he took you to was the first time you ever saw Sherlock get “scolded” though neither you or Sherlock took any mind to Lestrade telling him of for bringing a teenager to a crime scene, you wanted to be there to help so what was the problem?

Let’s not forget that both you and Sherlock are greatly annoyed by Anderson and Donovan because if anyone where to ask the two of you then they are both bloody idiots who doesn’t know a shit, and they do call you both names in which are not to your liking

Changing topic a bit Sherlock always wants to hear what you have to say about a crime scene

Everyone getting worried by your antics of throwing yourself in danger most of the time to help Sherlock who is in trouble

Mycroft actually liking you, hence why he protected you as much as he tries to protect Sherlock

This was all before John, but when John came into the picture everyone started to notice how much Sherlock had influenced you and they didn’t quite know if it was good or bad

John noticed how he now had to take care of two children in which one was a teenager and one an actual adult, but both acted as children and neither could take care of themselves

Stealing Sherlock coat whenever you miss him

“John I can’t find it” Sherlock yelled out lowly as not to wake you as he knew you were asleep

John walked into the living room with a mug of tea in his hand as he yawned tiredly, it was way to early for this “What are you looking for”

“My coat!” John heard the panic start to seep through Sherlock at the mention of his coat being gone.

“Why are you whispering”

“Y/N is asleep, I don’t want to wake them”

John who knew that you did in fact steal Sherlock’s coats from time to time sighed at those words. John took a sip of his tea before he walked over to your door opening it to show Sherlock your sleeping form.

That’s when Sherlock saw his coat draped around your body, the very same coat he had been looking for. You were cuddled up inside it the warmth keeping you warm as well as the familiar smell of Sherlock in which had comforted you into sleep helping with your previous worried state.

John had left the door leaving only Sherlock who stared at you. He sighed, closed the door and went and got another coat from his room. He’d let you have his favorite coat for now. Unknowingly to him a soft small smile had etched itself onto his lips as he thought about the fact that you felt safe around him, after all that’s why you took his coat.

He gave you a coat that looked like his after that

Neither you or Sherlock would ever admit it but you did see him as a sort of father figure and he saw you as his child in some sort of way

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[specialagentlokitty]

John x Teen!reader - my dad

I have a request, for a John Watson fic. Could you do one where teen Reader is John's long lost daughter and Sherlock is the one to deduce it when she does something only John would do (maybe an eye roll or a specific headshake) and he tries to secretly get the two to spend time together like father and daughter? - Anon💜

Sitting in the police car, you laid over the back seats as you waited for your guardian to come back and he did after a few moments.

He opened the back door and looked at you.

“Sorry kiddo, Sherlock’s agreed to watch you for a few hours.”

“Can he take me on cases?”

“No.”

“Can I take him on cases?”

“What cases do you have?”

You shrugged a little and smiled at Lestrade as you jumped out of the car, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you padded after him to the flat.

He lead you in and you waved at Sherlock.

“I heard you have a roommate.”

“I heard you got removed from boarding school.”

You shrugged a little and walked over to the sofa, dropping yourself on it with a heavy thud and looked to Lestrade.

“Can we have pizza Greg?”

“If you want pizza order pizza, I’ll send you the money.”

“Thanks!” You beamed.

He nodded and ruffled your hair before he told Sherlock not to let you leave his sight and he left and Sherlock looked over at you.

“So, why did you get kicked out?”

“I ran away.”

“More than once.” He said.

“Ten times actually, they decided I wasn’t a so called right fit. It’s why Greg seems mad, cause he was the one who had to keep picking me up.”

“Well, he is your legal guardian so it does make sense.”

You shrugged a little and turned your head to look at Sherlock.

“Where’s the fool who decided to live with you?”

“John!” Sherlock yelled.

There was a small thud, and someone came rushing down the hallway and stopped in the entrance of the living room.

“John, (Y/N), (Y/N) John. Now stop asking annoying questions.”

You rolled your eyes and john did the same thing, and Sherlock glanced back at the pair of you.

He watched carefully as you got up and walked over to john and held your hand out to him, formally introducing yourself and John did the same thing.

The longer Sherlock looked, the more he realised you two seemed alike.

He never noticed it since the pair of you had never been in the same room before, but now, standing side by side he could see it.

Mainly in the little things you did.

The way you rolled your eyes, the way you shook hands the exact same, the way you crossed your arms while you were talking.

Sherlock carefully studied both you and John.

“(Y/N).”

You turned your head to Sherlock.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock looked at you.

“Order your pizza I’m going out, John watch her, she’s m a swift one and will run.”

Sherlock needed answers and there was only one way he was going to get them, but in order to get them he had to go to the hospital.

You were now his new case.

He was never wrong, never.

You were related to John somehow, he knew that one, but he needed to know exactly how you were related to John.

You and John looked to each other in confusion and you shrugged.

“Do you have a history of running away?” John asked.

“From school yeah, and sometimes Sherlock. But if it makes you feel better Greg can always find me.”

“Lestrade?”

You nodded your head and held your phone out to John and he walked over to take it and sit next to you.

“Yeah, he’s my legal guardian, he has been for the past few years.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“It’s okay, I’m pretty happy with it, he’s basically my uncle, I’ve known him my whole life. It’s how I met Sherlock actually, he’s like a weird big brother I can’t get rid of.”

John laughed, nodding his head.

“Once you meet him he just sticks to your side like glue.”

You ordered your food and you and John carried on talking happily while you ate and you showed him a few games on your phone that you liked.

It took Sherlock longer than he thought it would have to be able to get into your file, but as he scrolled through it he couldn’t find anything that would help him.

“What’re you looking for?” Molly asked.

“Parents names.”

Sherlock looked at the bottom, but it only held your mums name, absolutely no mention of who your father was.

“There isn’t one listed, Lestrade tried that as well.”

Sherlock frowned and nodded his head, reluctantly there was only one person he could ask now. The only person who could access to your information.

He didn’t want to, but it was driving him crazy and he needed to know so he paced back and forth as he waited for a reply from his older brother.

Mycroft: I’m only sending you this so then you owe me a favour when the time comes. (Y/N)s biological father was listed as John Watson, except (Y/N)s mother walked away without telling him. He has no clue.

Sherlock nodded to his, stuffing his phone in his pocket he started to run scenarios through his head on what to do next.

He could tell you both, but that seemed boring to him.

He could tell Lestrade, but that always seemed boring to him.

No, he was going to wait, just keep making you two spend time together.

He was partially doing it to cure himself from his eternal boredom, but at the same time he was doing it for you and John.

He didn’t know how the pair of you would react, and he didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath if it went wrong.

Sherlock spent days researching into what parents did with the children, how the bonded and how they spent time together.

He read, watched videos, asked online, gathering as much information as he possible could before he settled on starting simple.

He sent you two to get something to eat since he didn’t want any food, he sent you two to the movies, concerts, anything for a day out to spend time together.

You and John got along really well, but you were all starting to get suspicious of him, and when Lestrade watched Sherlock send you and John somewhere he turned around.

“Right, what the bloody hell are you playing at now?” He asked.

“Johns her father.”

Lestrade stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

Sherlock turned his laptop and showed a formal document, a formal birth certificate which listened both mother and father.

“Her mother burned the original copy, Mycroft had to do some digging just to find this. (Y/N)s mother didn’t want anyone to know who the father was so she could claim child support of different men in different cities.”

“Is that why for the past three months you have been doing anything to get the two to spend time with each other?”

Sherlock nodded his head.

“John has a right to know, and so does (Y/N) but it would be easier to tell them if they already get along.”

“Well has it worked?”

“No they’re more like friends, or brother and sister.”

Lestrade laughed a little and clasped a hand on sherlocks shoulder.

“Just tell them.”

Sherlock nodded, it was about time he told the pair of you.

You and John were walking around, talking about what he did while he was a soldier and you stopped by the gates of the cemetery.

“Can you give me a minute?”

“Of course, take as long as you need, do you want me to come with you?”

You looked through the gates for a minutes and nodded your head.

You had never been here alone, Lestrade or Sherlock always came with you, so you didn’t want to go in by yourself.

You walked along the path, and John carefully watched you as you approached a headstone.

“Hey mum.” You said softly.

You went through the bag you had and pulled out a single rose you had gotten from the shop and rested it up against it.

John stood a few feet away, his back turned to you to give you your privacy and just waited until you were ready to go.

When you were you walked over to him and smiled softly.

“Thank you…”

“You don’t have to thank me, are you okay?”

You nodded your head and started to walk, and John followed behind you.

“Can I ask.. how Uhm.. how your mum passed?”

“Car accident, it’s how I first met Greg he was the one to handle the case. They couldn’t find out who my dad was, so he took me instead.”

John nodded his head.

“Do you have any idea who your dad could be? Sherlock could help you find him.”

You flicked your eyes up to John and smiled.

“I think I know who my dad is yeah, and I know Sherlock knows. But anyways I’ve got to go, I told Greg I’d finish my homework.”

You hugged John and jogged down the street and John went back to the flat only to find Sherlock waiting for him.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock didn’t say a word, he just tuned the laptop to face him and confused, john walked over.

He stared at the screen and slowly picked it up, walking over to sit in his chair as he just stared.

“Sherlock I.. I don’t understand…”

“You’re (Y/N)s father John. Her real father.”

John excused himself, saying he needed time to think about what he just found out and as the next morning rolled around he texted Lestrade asking to come over.

He agreed and John was soon in front of your house with Lestrade waited outside.

“Sherlock finally told you didn’t he?”

John nodded.

“Is she in?”

“She’s in the living room waiting. She knows too.”

John nervously walked in and walked over to the living room, standing in front of you while you looked up at him.

“You knew I was your dad?”

You nodded softly.

“I realised after a few weeks… but I.. I was scared you wouldn’t want me…”

John rushed over and pulled you into a hug.

“Of course I want you, you’re my daughter (Y/N), I’m so sorry I missed so much.”

You hugged him back and smiled to yourself.

“Does this mean.. maybe we can go to parent kid events… and do things parents and their kids do…?”

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

John pulled away and looked at you.

“What about Lestrade?”

“Well… he’ll always be my dad, you know? He’s cared for me since I was like nine, but.. but I want to have by biological dad too…”

John smiled and hugged you tightly again.

“That’s fine by me.”

#bbc Sherlock #bbc Sherlock x reader #bbc Sherlock x you #bbc Sherlock imagine #John watson #john watson x reader #John watson x you #john watson imagine

[sherlocksoft]

Masterlist

☁️ fluff — 💀 smut — 🔬 angst

Sherlock Holmes x reader

☁️ Soft Sherlock Headcanons

💀 Spicy Sherlock Headcanons

💀 The Experiment - smut one shot

💀 The Experiment pt. 2 - smut one shot follow on

John Watson x reader

Not Sherlock:

Geralt x reader

💀 Send You To Sleep Satisfied - smut drabble

#sherlock holmes #john watson #sherlock holmes x reader #john watson x reader #sherlocksoft masterlist

[sardonic-the-writer]

SHERLOCK: VALENTINES DAY HEADCANONS <3

• "It's valentines day?"

• That's how the morning had begun. With John exasperatedly running a hand down his face as he tried his best not to shout at his flat mate

• He had been reminding Sherlock that valentines day was coming up for the past week and a half, adiment on getting him out of the flat to go out and do something for once. You were in on it as well, giving Greg the heads up not to send any cases Sherlocks way for the day

• So of course John was a bit pissed when he found Sherlock hard at work at what used to be the dining room table, hunched over some of Moriarty's latest work instead of getting ready for the day

• "Yes its bloody valentines day. Sometimes I wonder how you can be so smart but so fucking oblivious at the same time."

• "Not oblivious, John. I meerly have no room in my brain for such trivial things. And the holiday occasion would certainly explain why Moriarty's latest crime was littered with rose petals and the hearts of the victims. Thank you John, that was percicly what I needed."

• "I know you're being serious right now, but I have never wanted to punch you in the mouth more."

• "You wouldn't be the first."

• Eventually, two hours after John and you had originally planned to drag Sherlock away from his work, the doctor finally got him out the door—where you had been standing for quite a while waiting

• He immediately sighed before outwardly deducing the both of you. Probably just to get on John's nerves even more if you had to guess from how red the latter's face was

• "Ah. I see what's going on. You two have devised a plan behind my back to take me out to some rather bland coffee shop or restaurant today in hopes that I will join into your mindless banter. Now I think I'll pas—"

• "Nope." You had popped the p on the end of your sentence, speaking before John could blow a gasket. "You're coming with us, Holmes. Come on, we're going to that fish and chips place you like. I'll even let you talk about the case I'm sure you stayed up late working on while we walk."

• That had gotten him to start following you down the street, breath showing up as cold puffs of air in the freezing england morning

• True to your word, you had let him talk about the case all along the way there as John occasionally put in his two cents

• "—and you know this all is making a lot more sense now that I'm out and seeing the affect this holiday has on people. I never pegged Moriarty as someone to go for something so trivial, but then again that's just another devious—"

• "Wait, what do you mean trivial?"

• Sherlock paused, both in his rambling and walking, before picking up his pace much slower

• "Well, amongst the blood and roses we found at the crime scene a few short days ago, there was a note for me. Per usual. But this time an actual one, fancy parchment and all. Detailing how I'd eventually loose, how we play cat and mouse, getting odly sexual I might add, that sort of thing blah blah blah. But what really stummped me—" He ignored the way you and John exchanged amused glances when he admitted that "—was the innuendo he left for you, (Y/n). I assume it was to throw me off in a similar fashion to Irene Adler's tactics but—"

• "Hold on." John stopped him in the middle of the sidewalk, eyes wide. "You're telling me, the most dangerous man we know left one of your best friends a note flirting with them, and you didn't think to tell then until valentines day?"

• Sherlock clearly didn't think much of John's steadily increasing tone, just raising an eyebrow in response

• "I didn't see the need to. They have never met before like you and he have at that pool. No reason to worry. Simply a move to get under my skin. Which did not work, I should add."

• You had to choke down laughter at the befuddled look on Sherlocks face, not sure John would appreciate you finding humor in the situation

• The rest of the holiday outing was spent with the two arguing; most of it coming from John as he worried. It wasn't the worst entertainment you had ever had over coffee, so you didn't mind watching your friend fret over something that didn't even concern you. Moriarty had never even known of you until what seemed like recently, so you didn't see reason to fear

• "That's it. You're staying in the flat with us this week. I'm not letting that bastard lay a finger on any of us again." John eventually said, throwing his hands up.

• "Oh come on. It was just a fake out from Mr. Jimmy boy. You heard Sherlock say it himself."

• "Please (Y/n), never call Moriarty that again. And John, leave them be. They're a grown adult."

• "Thank you, Sherlock!"

• "You're welcome (Y/n). Like I was saying, you can move into our flat on your own. No help required from us."

• "You too Sherlock. Really?"

#sardonics valentines day event ♡ #sherlock bbc x reader #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x y/n #john watson #john watson x reader #john watson x y/n #john watson x you #jim moriarty #jim moriarty x reader #jim moriarty x you #jim moriarty x y/n #headcanons #fluff #x reader

[shiinata-library]

Not on the first date

Relationships: John Watson x Fem!Reader

Content: fluff, a little assault but John is here for you

Summary: “Imagine John Watson protecting you because you are the next target on a case they are working on, but then he falls in love with you” from here @thefandomimagine + fake dating

On AO3

Note: What am I doing in this fandom…? Sorry if I write inconsistencies. It's been a long time since I watched the series and maybe John will look a bit like Bilbo.

One rainy afternoon, you went to drink tea at 221b baker street with Mrs Hudson, a long friend of your mother. Apparently, she had forgotten her shawl the last time she came to your mother’s house, and you had to bring it back.

Expect that after the tea, Mrs Hudson asked you to follow her outside her home. Despite your curiosity, you preferred to remain quiet. She led you to the top of the stairs in the same building. 

At her first knock on the door, nobody replied. The second time, they heard someone moving, and when she was about to knock a third time, the door opened suddenly.

 “Good afternoon, Mrs Hudson,” said a tall man that you recognise as Sherlock Holmes according to Mrs Hudson’s descriptions she already said about him. “Now is not a good time.”

 “I’m sure you have a little time for me,” she said with a lot of hope in her voice.

The old woman seemed to know how Sherlock was working since he let her enter. She beckoned you to follow her into what looked like a living room despite the clutter. While you were observing the place, the man didn't hesitate to look at you from head to toe before turning back to Mrs Hudson.

 “Sherlock, my dear, this young lady received a lot of menacing letters for months and nobody helped her. I have known her since she was a baby and I don’t want her to be hurt, or worse. Can you do something about it?”

 “Not interested,” he said honestly, shrugging. “It’s the police's job. Surely her ex-boyfriend.”

At the end of Sherlock’s sentence, another man walked in the living room from a corridor at the back of the room. He smiled at the sight of the old woman.

 “Good afternoon, Mrs Hudson,” he said with a smile before noticing you and nodding. “Good afternoon.”

You replied in the same cold tone he used for you while he sounded warmly with Mrs Hudson. Then, the blonde man resumed as he walked next to Sherlock.

 “Do you want some tea?” he asked with a smile.

 “No, thank you John,” Mrs Hudson replied politely. “We are not here for tea. I came with a case for Sherlock.”

At her answer, John looked attentively at you. His eyes weren’t as piercing as Sherlock, but they troubled you even so; strangely more than Sherlock. When the old woman resumed, his attention left you.

 “Please Sherlock, the police won’t help her and you know it,” she said, starting to lose her patience.

 “She doesn’t want help.”

Sherlock’s voice was exaggeratedly tired. He quickly earned a frown look by John, making him understand he was rude. But Sherlock didn’t care about it. Then, maybe it was because of Mrs Hudson’s look or maybe it was the idea of making her upset, be that as it may, he went back on his answer.

 “Very well, please sit down on that chair and explain everything quickly to us.”

Sherlock elegantly sat on an armchair and showed you a chair. John also sat down, noticing that you stayed where you were, as he looked at the chair, then to Sherlock. A long sigh escaped your lips before you talk.

 “He is right. I don’t need help.”

Your voice was cold, more tired than upset. You knew Mrs Hudson was doing this for you, but you didn’t need it. The letters would end at some point or another. 

 “Did you wait for me to accept just to refuse? No. Forget it, I already know the answer,” Sherlock took offence. “Just sit down and talk.”

 “I’m sorry,” you said as you couldn’t help but smile before his attitude. “No need to waste your time with me. It’s just some death threat letter. I’m sure I’m not the only one to receive some of them. My mother panicked and told Mrs Hudson.”

 ”My dear,” the old woman started as she walked close to you, stroking your upper arm. “I have never received any. This is not normal. Let’s talk to them about it.”

The discussion was going nowhere. Sherlock was clearly seeing you didn’t want to be here, but now he accepted it for Mrs Hudson, he didn’t want to give up. As for the old woman, she wouldn’t let you leave without you talking to them.

 “What about some tea?” John said while nobody listened to him as he stood up and walked to the kitchen.

You followed him with your eyes, a light smile on your lips. This man seemed to be used to this kind of thing. When he came back with two cups of tea, he gave one to the now upset woman and Sherlock who were augmenting together. They took it as if it was absolutely normal and continued to speak, like you were here.

Then, John came back from the kitchen once again with two cups of tea, one for you and one for him. A smile lit up his face as you accepted the cup with a shy thank you. You would be lying if you said that this man didn't leave you indifferent, but you hadn't come for that, right? You had only come to return a shawl by the way…

 “So, menacing letters?” John tried with a timid smile, unable to hide that he wanted you to know more about them.

 “Yeah, nothing serious. I think,” you replied as you sipped your tea. “M. Holmes must be right. It's surely my ex.”

 ”Why don't you believe that?” Sherlock asked as he walked to you and John while Mrs Hudsbon only looked at you.

 ”Well, my ex is not a bad person. I know he wouldn’t do that.”

 ”Another ex?” John asked, raising an eyebrow.

 ”Come on, John. She only had one long relationship that ended a few months ago. So, what is written in the letters?”

John frowned but said nothing, leaving you to answer him. While you were looking at your tea, Mrs Hudson joined you and stroked your upper arm again to encourage you.

 ”Well, it’s just letters with simple sentences like ‘You shouldn’t talk to him with such a cute smile’, or ‘The friend you saw you yesterday doesn’t deserve you’, or hm, ‘Stop wearing that dress or I would have no choice but to make it disappear with you’.”

Then, the silence made your eyes raise to them. Sherlock seemed to think, abandoning you to walk in a circle in the middle of the living room. Mrs Hudson smiled at you, stroking your back. John was looking at you with a serious glare. It was almost scary. When he noticed you started to be troubled, he looked at Sherlock as if he was talking to him by telepathy.

 ”Do you keep smiling outside or at work?” Sherlock asked, not stopping his circle.

 ”Yes,” you chucked despite the situation, your eyes turning to Sherlock, then coming back to John as if something about him calmed you.

 ”Do you continue to see your friend mentioned in the letter?”

 ”Yes, sometimes. He was talking about a colleague with whom I just go for a drink when we need to relax after work.”

 ”Do you still wear that dress?” he asked, turning toward you as if he already knew the answer.

A few seconds of silence raised the tension in the room. Even Mrs Hudson stopped stroking your back. You nervously looked at him. He was too serious for this kind of case, right?

 ”No,” you eventually answered. “I didn't want to provoke him…”

 ”Oh, dear,” the old woman sighed in a compassionate voice. “You should tell me sooner.”

 ”It’ll pass,” you smiled, shrugging. “It’s just a dress.”

John was about to say something as he put his tea on the table but Sherlock spoke first.

 ”It won’t. Wear that dress, go on a date, and the harasser will show up in no time.”

 ”Absolutely not, Sherlock!” John said in such a hard tone that you jumped. “He sent her death threat letters. He could be anyone. It’s too dangerous and you know it! ”

 ”It’s the fastest way,” Sherlock affirmed.

 ”What if he tried to kill me?” you asked, surprising John with your nonchalant behaviour. “Can’t we just let him or her, I don’t even know, forget me?”

 ”Did he forget you after all those months? No,” Sherlock confirmed it as if he was the harasser himself. “So, wear that dress and go on a date with John, he will protect you if you need it.”

 ”Wait, what?” John could only say at first, freezing his eyes on Sherlock. 

 ”Take her out for dinner and wait for her harasser to appear. A Saturday night would be good. Are you free next Saturday?”

 ”I’m not–” John started before Sherlock cut him off.

 ”Not you.”

Sherlock was waiting for your answer while you were still trying to understand everything he had said. This man talked too fast! They all looked at you impatiently.

 ”Yes, I’m free but–”

 ”Perfect! John, take her wherever you want, then take her home. That's it. You don’t need me anymore. I need to go now.”

In a few seconds, he took his coat and left the flat, leaving John with a face of incomprehension until you laughed.

 ”Sorry, dear. He is always like that,” Mrs Hudson tried to comfort you. 

 ”It’s alright. He’s fun,” you continued to laugh before calming and turning to John. “Don’t worry about it. I will manage it on my own. Enjoy your Saturday night like you planned it.”

Despite your reassuring tone, John didn’t smile. He looked at you seriously, then took his phone from his trousers.

 ”No, we’ll do as Sherlock said, even if it’s dangerous. Can I have your phone number… And your name? Oh god, we didn’t even introduce each other. I’m Dr John Watson,” he said with an embarrassed cute smile, holding out his hand.

 ”Oh, hm, I’m just Y/n Y/l/n,” you said, unable to hide your surprise knowing he was a doctor, as you checked his hand. “Are you sure about Saturday, because I can–”

 ”I’m sure,” he confirmed, still smiling until he realised he hadn't let go of your hand yet. “I’m, hm. If Sherlock told us to do that, we should do it.”

 ”You seem to have a lot of trust in him,” you smiled. “Well, alright. Let's plan a fake date during the week. I hope I won’t bore you too much.”

Hearing him laughing at your joke reassured you. The first impression of him was cold, but he seemed more kind than you thought. After exchanging your numbers, you went back home, trying to convince yourself it will just be a fake date to find your harasser. But no one has forbidden you to enjoy it, right?

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During the week, John sent you several messages. At first, it was just to choose a restaurant together, then you both planned a whole afternoon together with a temporary exhibition in a museum and maybe going to watch a film if you have time. 

 ”John? Are you listening to us?” Sherlock sighed as they were in a murder scene while Inspector Lestrade was explaining what he knew. 

 ”Yes. Hm, no. I’m listening now,” John said as he put his phone away with a smile.

 ”I called you for ten minutes.”

 ”Oh, sorry. I was, hm, busy.”

 ”You’ll see her in two days. I’m sure she can wait half an hour before you answer her.”

John didn’t need to tell him, it was so easy for Sherlock to understand who he was texting. John avoided his glaze still smiling as he tried to focus now on the case even though he was still thinking of you. 

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You missed not wearing that dress. It was one of your favourites and it was very comfortable. With comfortable shoes since you will go to an exhibition, you left your flat to join John who was waiting for you outside. 

Before opening the front door of your building, you checked your letterbox and found a new threatening letter as you used to receive: “I don’t know who you’re texting every day but you should stop it. Don't even think about dating it.” 

When you left the building, you looked around. John joined you with a smile, but he quickly noticed something was wrong. It was too bad because his smile was the best thing to forget what you just read. After explaining the new letter, you tried to smile, hoping that fake date won’t be too dangerous for you or for John.

 ”It’s a lovely dress indeed,” he gently said, making you blush and laugh with his exaggerated tone. “When we’ll find who is behind all those letters, you can wear it more often.”

 ”I hope so,” you shyly started, tucking a strand behind your ear. “Ready for our fake date?”

 ”Absolutely!” he confirmed it with a nod, reminding himself it wasn’t a real date.

Dating Dr John Watson was fun and interesting. Between his anecdotes with Sherlock, his remarks during the exhibition and his casual conversations, you didn't have time to be bored. The afternoon passed more quickly than you realised, as the dinner in a simple and cosy restaurant.

Despite trying to convince yourself it was a fake date, you had a good time with him and when he walked you to your place, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Of course, you didn’t show it, continuing to smile and laugh until you arrived in front of your building. Forgetting everything about the letters, John brought you out of your waking dream.

 ”Finally, nobody showed up,” he said, trying to look discreetly around. “Maybe it’s not a stalker. Just someone who sends letters. In truth, I’m glad nothing happened.”

I don’t want to see you hurt, almost escaped from his lips as his eyes came back to you with a smile. Now, you were both thinking the same thing: What should we do now?

Sherlock didn’t tell you what to do after that, or what if the letters’ writer didn’t show. 

 ”I hope he won’t try to kill me tomorrow morning,” you said in a laugh, trying to lighten the mood despite John remaining serious.

 ”Maybe we could try…”

John avoided your gaze as if he was to say something horrible. You give him time to speak again but he seems lost in thought.

 ”Do you want to provoke the harasser?” you said after understanding what he thought. “A kiss?”

His eyes immediately came back to yours, making you blush by their intensity. If only he was kissing you for another reason…

As he looked up and down several times from your lips to your eyes, you decided to do it yourself. As you slipped your hand on his cold cheek, you stepped toward him and kissed him softly, savouring his lips when you could. They were cold but so soft.

It was impossible to hide your embarrassment after that, so you avoided his eyes with a chuckle as you stepped away.

 ”Usually, I don’t kiss on the first date,” you joked, making John laugh too.

 ”Too bad, because it was sweet.”

John’s thoughts went out on their own and his cheeks turned very red when your eyes widened toward him. If you both didn’t hear the steps next to you, he could have said something, but it was too late. A tall man stopped next to you, looking at you with a furious expression. 

 ”Alex?” you asked, recognising the man who was working at the same place as you. “What are you doing here?”

You barely ended your question that John stepped quickly between you and the man. Nevertheless, he didn't react quickly enough. 

The knife Alex was holding had already hit John before he could stop it. Then, in a few moves too quick for you, he made him drop the knife and tackle him to the ground. Once he was holding him firmly and sure he wasn’t trying anything, he asked you to call the police.

.

After the police’s intervention which you had to go to the police station and back, John wanted to walk you home again. It was now late, but he left you no choice. So once you were in front of your building again, you didn’t smile anymore.

 ”I’m so sorry for what happened,” you sighed as you were rummaging in your bag for your keys. “I was stupidly hoping this won’t happen but…”

 ”It’s absolutely not your fault,” John said with a smile, trying to comfort you even though he didn’t know how to do it.

 ”At least, we’re not injured. It could be worse,” you finally laughed as you looked at him.

Your eyes eventually arrived on his jacket, at his upper arm. There was an opening, and your hand moved faster than your mind. As you touched his jacket now opened with a big opening, you gasped.

 ”Oh no, I'm sorry. I didn't see that his knife had cut your jacket. I'll pay you back.”

 ”It’s nothing. My job was to protect you, so I prefer it was that rather than you.”

Why was he so nice? Alright, how could you stay in contact with this man? 

When you were trying to find a reason to see him again, you realised his jacket that you were still touching was strange. You looked better at it and John winced a little.

 ”Don’t tell me he also cut your arm with his knife?” you exclaimed, your voice echoing in the empty night street. “You should tell me! Oh, I can let you leave like that. Follow me home, we'll disinfect it.”

Maybe John should remind you he was a doctor, but the opportunity to spend more time with you was impossible to refuse. He followed you inside your small but cosy home and in a quick time, you were both sitting on your couch. After he removed his jacket, he also removed a side of his shirt, showing a not so deep cut. 

You silently cleaned his wound and took care of it while John was looking at you. If you weren’t as much focused on his arm as you were, you could notice how his eyes were already full of love for you while you both knew each other for just a week. It was unthinkable, but his heart was beating on his own every time you were doing something for him; smiling at him, looking at him, speaking to him, even sending a message to him. 

Then, his hand raised up as he tried to swallow his saliva with difficulty. As you finished your bandage on his arm, you felt his fingers slipping on your cheek, stroking it gently. As you raised your head, a smile eventually appeared on your lips, warming John’s heart even more.

 ”Do you want to kiss me for real this time?” you asked, hoping you correctly understood him.

 ”Yes, please!” he hurried to say as if you could come back to your proposal.

Leaning to you, his lips easily found yours. This time you had the time to taste them. They were so delicious, warm, and soft. You could stay like this for hours.

When John put his other hand on your waist and he felt your warmth, he wanted to deepen the kiss but his phone rang for a short time. Too curious to know who was texting him at this hour, he stopped the kiss, looked at you with an apologetic, cute smile and took his phone. After reading the message, he put his hand under his chin and read it again.

 ”Is there a problem?” you asked, worried.

 ”No, it’s, hm. It’s Sherlock,” he laughed, finally looking at you. “He told me to stop kissing you and go home because he has solved our current case.”

Now, John wasn’t the only one to laugh. You had quickly understood his friend was special but you also found him fun, especially when you saw all the faces John did when he talked about him.

 ”Now that I think about it, I was surprised that he proposed this fake date…” Jon sighed, still smiling, understanding only now Sherlock did it on purpose.

 ”How about doing the opposite of what he asks for a short while?” you asked with a mischievous smile. “And then, join him, of course.”

John didn’t hesitate to drop his phone and kissed again, pulling you against him. Something in him wanted to stay like this with you, but at the same time he knew Sherlock was waiting for him. Reluctantly, he slowly detached his lips from yours and pressed his forehead against yours with a smile.

 ”No kiss on the first date, hm?”

 ”It seems I can make an exception for you.”

John chucked before kissing you once again. Then, in a hurry, he got dressed back. He walked to your door while he promised you a new date when his case will be done. A real date, this time.

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How would they confess to their s/o?

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↬|Wlliam|

• When William confesses his feelings to his s/o, he will probably do it in a very direct, matter-of-fact way.

• He might not even use the word "love" and instead just explain how much he values them and cares for them.

• He might also be very honest and admit that he finds them physically attractive.

• He won't be overly dramatic or make it a big deal; he'll just calmly express his feelings for them.

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↬|Albert|

• Albert would confess his love for his s/o through a big, romantic gesture.

• He would plan an elaborate and romantic date, filled with flowers, a nice dinner, and even a fancy box filled with chocolates and presents.

• At some point during the dinner, he would confess his love for his s/o and tell them how they were the one person who made his whole world.

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↬|Louis|

• Louis is shy and introverted when it comes to discussing his feelings.

• He would likely be hesitant to confess to the person he loves, as he feels embarrassed and afraid of being rejected.

• However, if he were to take the plunge and confess, he would likely do so via a handwritten letter explaining how he feels, while also including a small, thoughtful gift.

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↬|Sebastian|

• Sebastian would confess to his s/o in a romantic setting. He might take them to a special place, like a secluded garden or a scenic overlook, and there he would pour his heart out to them.

• He would tell them how much he cares for them, and how much they mean to him.

• He would also express how he sees a future together with them.

• Sebastian would be sincere and emotional in his confession, and would hope that his s/o would reciprocate his feelings.

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↬|Sherlock|

• Sherlock would likely create some grand and elaborate scheme involving mystery, intrigue, and adventure in order to reveal to his s/o that he is in love with them.

• He would use his genius deductive abilities and skills of observation in order to discover the thing that his s/o desires the most, and then create a perfect and personal confession.

• Sherlock would likely use a combination of logic and emotion in order to convey his feelings to his s/o, explaining why he has feelings for them while also using his words to paint a picture of how much he admires and cares for them.

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↬|John|

• John would likely stumble and stammer over his words in an adorable way when confessing to his partner.

• He would probably start by saying something like "Listen, I know we don't talk about our feelings much, but I have something to tell you that I've been meaning to say for a while... I think I love you."

• And as he waits for a response, he would likely wring his hands together in a nervous mess, occasionally stealing a glance at his lover to see if his feelings have been reciprocated.

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Episode fuck knows what of: "I can't find it so I'll fucking write it myself.."

WHATS EVERYONES OPINION ON ME WRITING FORTHE SHERLOCK CHARACTERS??

Me fr..

Sherlock needs snuggles and loving overstimulation

John needs to be fucked until he forgets his trauma

And little bitch Jimmy needs to be fucked stupid and brat tamed (he should call me daddy instead..)

YES OR NO??

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[lacelynpage]

Hey, I would like to a request their reaction to the reader being really shocked the first time they flirt with them (reader). Like maybe they drop what they are holding or choke on the water they are drinking or something like that xD

A/N: Has it been 100 years sense I posted and this was requested? yes, yes it has. I loved the thought of this! I struggled to write it though lol. I hope you all enjoy it, I love you Darlings!

First time flirting~ Sherlock Preferences

Sherlock: 

It took you a moment to realize he was flirting with you. While you and Sherlock are on the same intellectual field, his communication style still takes some getting used to. Though you started to slowly notice the way he would glance at you when he thought no one was looking. The way he asked your opinion and actually listened to the whole thing. The real moment that made you realize he was flirting with and liked you was when he made you tea. Something as small and as simple as that made you realize exactly what was happening. You were honestly so shocked you didn’t answer or take the tea, instead just staring at him for a minute before he smirked and put the cup on the table next to you.  

John:

You were actually the one who started flirting. He was surprised and so preciously awkward and sweet. Though neither of you were incredibly smooth people so it was fumbling and a little odd. But the bumbling paid off, it might have been painful for other people to watch but you both enjoyed yourselves.

Mycroft:

Mycroft flirting for the first time with you was subtle. You didn't really notice for a while. But once you did you couldn't unsee it. He was constantly flirting with you in small ways. It was fun to puzzle out all of his little gestures. It was unique and you both had way too much fun doing it.

Greg:

There was this guy at your favorite football pub who you could not get over. Whenever there was a big game he was normally there. You would both be at the bar and occasionally make eye contact, or say a few passing remarks about the game if in earshot of one another. So the first time he came over to actually sit next to you, shit your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. He was handsome, funny, and though he was clearly a bit rusty in the flirting department you were still absolutely thrilled.

Moriarty:

Your relationship with Jim was always flirtatious. The two of you had a certain spark sense the moment you met. Everything the two of you said had layers. Saying a thousand things in only a few words. The first time he flirted, you were hooked. 

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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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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Though Sherlock and Y/N have established a close relationship, Y/N still fears the consequences of commitment, and won't tell their friends. During the St Bart's charity ball, Molly Hooper flirts with Sherlock, making Y/N jealous. Hearts are tested and promises are made as Y/N and Sherlock struggle to find clarity during the masquerade gala.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Anonymous

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It was the morning before St Barts' annual charity ball, and Y/N was visiting her brother John in preparation for the event. This year's theme was Venetian masquerade. Guests would arrive in elaborate masks, hidden behind jeweled disguises and false faces. Though Y/N already had a costume set, John had asked her to deliver the fitted suits that he had ordered for himself and Sherlock earlier that week.

Y/N rubbed her neck, stiff from carrying the delivery, and opened the door to the flat. "John!" She called. "John, I have your things for tonight!" She could hear the shower running, so settled her bags across an armchair and marched over to the bathroom. She rapped her knuckles against the door, louder than necessary. "Did you hear me?" She yelled over the sound of running water. "Come out, John! Is this any way to treat your favourite sister?"

She smiled to herself, pleased to play the role of the annoying sibling. Finally, the water shut off. She heard movement inside, and was about to walk away when the bathroom door opened. She took a step back. Standing with a towel wrapped around his waist, and his brow quirked upwards in amusement was Sherlock.

"I'm afraid John's out at the moment," he said. There was a glint in his eye as he leaned against the doorframe.

His hair was slicked back in darkened waves. The towel dipped lowly on his hips, its navy colour a stark contrast against his skin. Y/N pursed her lips, concentrating on keeping her gaze locked above his neck. She ignored the water droplets beading his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breaths.

Her eyes betrayed her and flickered downwards. She cringed, sure that Sherlock had noticed. "I realize that now," she said, carefully.

Sherlock bit back a smile. Y/N watched as he fetched a towel and ruffled it through his hair. "I'm obligated to tell you," he said, running a hand through his curls, "that I feel rather objectified beneath your stare."

Y/N smiled at that and moved closer. Sherlock dropped his towel to the floor and caught her in his arms. "It's intimidating to be the subject of such focus," he murmured, tilting her chin up, gently. Y/N leaned forwards, parting her lips. He felt warm against her touch, his skin still damp from the shower. Sherlock trailed his lips against her jaw, and she pressed a hand to his chest, chasing more of the sensation.

The distant echo of footsteps sounded in the hallway outside. Somewhere in her haze, Y/N heard, and tensed. She jerked away from Sherlock, and pushed against his chest. He stared back, bewildered.

The front door opened and John walked through. His smile faded at the room's obvious tension. 

"Morning," he said, feigning cheer. "Have I missed something?"

Y/N glanced at Sherlock who stood straight faced, despite his earlier affection. "Not at all," she lied. "I was just dropping off your costume for tonight." She felt Sherlock's stare as she fetched the garment bag and moved to give John a quick hug.

"Sherlock!" John called over her shoulder. "We have a guest, for crying out loud, and you're practically naked in that flimsy towel!"

"Your sister is quite agreeable," Sherlock said, an edge to his tone. "I doubt she minds much." She tried to catch his eye, but he looked away.

John sighed. "I just came to fetch my wallet. I'm due for some shopping with Greg. He needs new cuff links if you can believe it. I'll see you at the gala, yeah?"John planted a quick kiss on his sister's cheek and sprinted out the door.

The flat was silent after John's departure. Y/N rubbed her arm, nervously, until Sherlock finally spoke. "Are you ashamed of me?" He asked, steadily. Y/N whipped around, appalled by the question. "That's ridiculous," she said. "Why would you ask such a thing?"

He appraised her, his stance rigid. "I don't have another explanation for your keeping our relationship a secret. For over a year, you've indulged in shadowed outings and concealed affections. Where do you propose it all ends?" Sherlock looked up to the ceiling as though it could provide him answers. When he turned back, there was fear his eyes. "Will you truly deny me the chance to love you forthrightly?"

Y/N's heart burned at the fragility of his tone. She didn’t know how to respond. "I like the safety of our secrecy," she said, quietly. She feared her vague response would puzzle him, but it didn't. It only hurt.

"I see. Then perhaps it's time to take a risk."

"What do you mean by that?"

Sherlock tugged at his towel, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. He studied the threading for a moment before looking up. "I don't know," he admitted. "With you I am shattered, though in some twisted way, I find completeness in the broken pieces. When we met, I took a chance. I leant you my heart, faithful in our future. Will you not do the same for me?" He swallowed, and stepped towards his room. "Until tonight," he said, stoically.

Y/N stood frozen in place. She ached for clarity. Sherlock hadn't outrightly dumped her, but that wasn't much comfort when  considering his pain. She collected her things. The next time they met, it would be at St Barts' charity ball. Fear of commitment may have held her back, but she dreaded losing Sherlock more than anything else.

Tonight, she would fix what was undone.

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"Still with me?" John teased, waving a hand in front of his sister's face.

Y/N flinched, torn away from her thoughts. Her cheek was pressed against the cab window as streaks of light bled from the city glow outside. The night was setting in as she and John drove to the gala venue.

"I'm fine."

John frowned. He reached for her hand, his eyes searching. "I know you. And I know when you're lying to me. I don't need Sherlock's deduction thing to tell as much."

Y/N tensed at Sherlock's name, her heart breaking a bit. John lifted his brows in surprise. "I'll be damned," he crooned. "This is about him, isn't it?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Of course it does! I knew there was something off about the two of you this morning! Has he said something? You know he doesn't mean half of what-"

"He loves me."

John frowned. He opened his mouth to say something, but held his tongue. "Pardon?"

Y/N pursed her lips. "He loves me," she repeated. "Sherlock and I have been together for a long time now, and-"

"Together?"

"Like, dating."

John nodded.

"Anyway," she continued. "He's wanted to tell you, but I've held back. I'm not sure why. I guess that I just didn't want to disappoint you." She leaned her head against his shoulder. The car thrummed as she searched for the right words. "It all feels so stupid now. I took him for granted. You'd think Mr High Fuctioning Sociopath would be the emotionally detached one, not me!"

John nudged her gently.  "You could never disappoint me. I know you'll figure it out."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Because you always do, and I give credit where credit is due. It'll work out soon enough, I'm sure of it." He smiled warmly, doting on his sister.

When the cab came to a halt, John's smile grew wider. "Look, we've reached the event hall. Best foot forwards and all that, yeah? I'll handle the fare. Why don't you take a breath outside?"

Y/N peeked out her window. A grand building stood outside, stoned and grey. She wrung her hands nervously and stepped outside. An evening breeze nipped at her skin but she was grateful for the chill. Groups of people were already stepping through the glass doors.

She looked down at herself. Black, silken gloves draped her arms, their length adding a touch of drama. Her evening gown twirled down in shocks of merlot, the sleek satin trailing to the floor. Its ruched bodice bloomed into a full skirt, with lines of delicately placed jewels. She glittered beneath the moonlight, a scarlet vision.

"You look lovely." John stepped forwards as the cab departed. He wore a classic  dinner jacket and was sporting a white mask that concealed his eyes.

"Wow, John! You actually clean up well!"

"Somehow, that sounded like an offense." He reached behind his back and held out a mask. "Also, last time I checked, this was a masquerade. You almost forgot the key accessory in the cab!"

Y/N smiled in thanks. She wrapped the mask's silk fastening around her head and checked her reflection in a parked car's window. It's black lace design complimented the darker tones of her dress, and added a sharpness to her look. Though only her eyes were hidden, she felt anonymous.

"If you're ready..." John mumbled, tiring of his sister's self reflection.

Y/N took a breath. She knew that Sherlock awaited just beyond the shining glass doors of the building. She straightened her mask and ignored the distant pounding of her heart.

"I'm ready." 

The pair entered the venue at last, and Y/N gasped in awe. Hundreds of people danced and mingled amid the golden interior. Crystal chandeliers softened the atmosphere, catching the glint of sparkling costumes. Y/N's heels clicked against the marble flooring, its shine so pronounced, that it mirrored her steps.

"I think I see them," John murmured beside her. Y/N surveyed the sea of masked guests. Her eyes trailed over sequined gowns and classic frock coats. Costumes and masks of all colours and styles danced around the room, unrecognizable and strange. Finally, she spotted three people standing by a corner of the ballroom, in the lounging area. They were Molly, Lestrade, and Sherlock.

She and John weaved through the crowds. Her blood thrummed.

"Y/N! John!" Lestrade called out. "Where have you lot been?" The detective inspector dipped a whiskey glass towards them in greeting. A mask hung loosely around his neck; he was obviously enjoying a light party buzz.

"Sorry for the wait," John gasped. His cheeks were still rosy from the crowd surf. "Traffic was hell."

Molly smiled cheerfully from behind a cream coloured mask. She sipped at a glass of wine, nearly swishing the drink onto her canary ballgown. "It's fine! Sherlock was just telling us about his latest case. It's all been terribly exciting."

Y/N finally glanced at Sherlock. Her chest prickled with anxiety. In the backdrop of the ballroom, he seemed as regal as the portrait paintings hanging along the walls. He donned a silver mask, with intricate lines weaving patterns around his eyes. A cravat necktie complimented his tailcoat suit; its deep navy distinctive against the charcoal ensemble.

"Hello Sherlock," she said. "Are you well?"

He appraised her. The blue of his irises was striking behind the mask, but his gaze was indifferent. "Very well, thanks." He sampled his glass of champagne and looked away.

Y/N nodded, hurt by the slight.

A tension fell over the group until Molly spoke up. "Sherlock, are we still on for tomorrow?" There was a lilt to her tone.

He smiled tightly. "Yes, of course. You have an autopsy scheduled at noon, isn't that so? I'd like to cross reference your findings with a witness testimony."

Molly leaned forwards and grazed her fingers along Sherlock's arm. "I was thinking that it might be nice to catch lunch afterwards. Just the two of us." She smiled sweetly and looked up at Sherlock through hooded eyes.

Y/N coughed, awkwardly. There was a staged sensuality to Molly's movements that made her uncomfortable.

"Lunch?" Sherlock inquired.

"Would you prefer dinner?" Molly giggled. "I could never pass up a late night with you." She hooked her arm through Sherlock's, beaming. 

Y/N clenched her fists at Molly's suggestions. She kept expecting for Sherlock to discreetly move away, but he didn't. Her face burned with jealousy.

"Is she coming onto him?" John whispered in his sister's ear. She nodded wordlessly.

"Shamelessly so," Lestrade chuckled. "And the ol' sod's running with it!"

Y/N glared at Sherlock until he finally acknowledged her. There was no trace of yesterday's affection in his eyes. He tilted his head to the side apatheticaly. Y/N snapped.

"Excuse me," she said through clenched teeth. She pushed past Sherlock and left the group behind. Dizzying crowds of guests swirled around her. Suddenly, the party had lost its glamour. Its elegance was galling and only tested Y/N's nerves. Masked faces blurred as tears pooled in her eyes.

She reached a distant corner of the ballroom and hurried up a staircase to the venue's second floor. It was as elaborate as the first, but vacant except for a musician's quartet playing in the corner. Y/N overlooked the balcony, taking in the sights from above. Couples still danced to champagne melodies, though many had lost their masks; a consequence of the open bar.

Her gloved hands squeaked against the railing as she recalled Sherlock's earlier behavior. He had cut her off tonight. Whatever connection they had between them died the moment she rejected him at the flat. Or perhaps it had been dying slowly every day, and she simply hadn't noticed. She pondered over the ruined relationship, guilt and jealousy clawing at her heart. She imagined Molly's hands against Sherlock's chest below, his fingers tangled in her hair. The impassioned kisses, and stolen glances...

"Care for some company?"

Y/N's back stiffened. She turned abruptly. Sherlock stood on the top step of the staircase, his leg bent as he awaited her answer.

She nodded, yes. 

He joined her by the balcony. He still wore his mask, but had undid the first three buttons of his jacket. The cravat hung loosely on either side of his chest.

Sherlock looked over the banister, his stance reflective. Y/N ignored the excited shiver running down her spine. Neither spoke for some time until the quartet strummed the notes to a new song. The mood shifted below as guests hurried to collect their partners for a waltz.

Sherlock smiled solemnly. "Moon River," he said. Y/N listened to the tune and sure enough, it was familiar. "Moon River," she affirmed, awkwardly.

Dancers moved gracefully to the melancholy tune, pressed up against the ones they loved. Sherlock swallowed and turned to Y/N. He offered out his hand tentatively. "Would you share this dance with me?"

She didn't meet his eye. "It wouldn't be right."

Sherlock smiled kindly. "Nonsense. A masquerade without dance is a masquerade not worth having. Especially where your company is concerned." He placed one hand against her hip, and the other on her shoulder. "Indulge me," he said, softly.

She accepted.

The sweet sound of strings guided them along their own dancefloor, Sherlock taking lead. He studied Y/N, his face shadowed with doubt and desire. "You look beautiful tonight," he said.

Y/N's head spun with every rotation. "Thank you," she mumbled. Her steps were rough as thoughts of Molly passed through her head. What game was Sherlock playing?

"We have much to discuss, don't we?" he mused.

Y/N kept an eye on her feet, wary of missteps. "Do you like Molly?" she asked bluntly.

"Ah, right to it then." Sherlock pursed his lips. "I'm afraid Miss Hooper has had one too many drinks tonight. She'll have a clearer mind in the morning. I assure you, I hold nothing but an amicable relation with her."

She looked up at him, searching his eyes for deceit. "Do you swear it?"

Sherlock stopped dancing and looked at Y/N seriously. His eyes gleamed in the dim lighting, dark with offense. "You should know by now that you own a part of me. Foolish as it seems, my heart is yours. Would you think so lowly of my affections to assume that I would chase another not twelve hours after our dispute?"

He winced at his cutting tone and sighed. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to snap."

Y/N smiled. "I know." She moved forwards and brushed a hand againt his cheek. "I told John about us," she whispered. "He was pleased."

His eyes lit up. "I don't understand. I thought you valued discretion in our relationship."

"I owe you an apology, Sherlock. I was afraid of having everyone know about us because I wasn't sure how things would pan out. I don't like change. It wasn't until our fight that I realized it wasn't worth losing you. You're not a secret to keep. You're everything to me, and I love you."

Sherlock reached up and undid his mask. His eyes crinkled in a smile as he studied Y/N adoringly. "You took a risk telling John," he said softly.

Y/N grinned. "And I would do it again in a heartbeat. I think Molly and Lestrade should be next to hear the news."

"No doubt Molly would be next on your list," he hummed. "Jealousy is a fickle thing. Perhaps this will put your mind at ease."

The back of Y/N's legs hit the banister as Sherlock leaned forwards and kissed her.  He felt soft against her mouth, and her knees weakened. She was trapped between him and the railing of the balcony, aware of the drop below. He found her hands and curled his fingers around them, desperate for her touch. The warm feeling of his breath was dizzying, and Y/N was struck by the proximity of it all; his lips, the music, his hands, his touch...

Sherlock pulled away, breathless. His lips were swollen. "Sorry," he gasped. "I've simply had enough of this infernal thing." He carefully undid the fastening of Y/N's mask and tossed it aside with his own. When he turned back, his eyes swept over her face, his lips turned up in awe.

She looked up at him, flustered. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Your eyes," he whispered. "I could get lost in them." Sherlock cupped her face with both hands and slid his fingers delicately over her cheeks. "I love you more than any word can say."

Y/N felt her heart lighten. She reached up and took both of Sherlock's hands in her own. Moon River played on as she leaned her head against his chest and swayed along to the lazy tune. She could hear the muted chatter of guests below, and imagined their painted faces. She gave Sherlock's hand a squeeze.

"You're worth any risk."

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