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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Keeping Quiet (Sherlock & Mycroft X Deaf!Brother!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Sherlock & Mycroft X Deaf!Brother!Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Severe bullying, injuries, turf burn, mention of violence

Request: Hi, can I request?, a Holmes brother fic, where reader is their youngest brother who is in high school/university getting bullied bc their disability(mute/deaf) and how their deal with that situation, I kinda want reader to be a ball of sunshine who always smile but are sad inside and although they can see through his smile, they struggle to find a way to help them. 🥺

Your life from the get go has always been a little harder than other kids your age. For one, you were the youngest Holmes, which wasn’t necessarily a problem, though when you were born your eldest brother had already graduated university, and your other brother was a teenager not far from leaving school. With their own unique personalities, they struggled to connect you immediately, and you didn’t see them much as a young child. However, since starting Secondary school, they had become a bit more involved, especially since you had moved in with your eldest brother so you could attend a good school that was closer to him, however, you were still mostly by yourself, especially since how work driven both your brother’s were. Oh yeah, and the other thing that made your life a little harder- you were deaf. 

A silent world was all you had known since birth, and because of that, you didn’t have to adjust to any change, instead you just learned to do things differently, like when trying to cross a road on a corner, you’d look at those around you to see if they were going to cross, knowing that if the road was clear and they didn’t move, they could hear a car coming. You never had speech therapy growing up, and since when growing up your parents and brothers always communicated with you with sign language, you never used your voice. To you, your hands were your voice, and the thing in your throat that let you make noises was only for dire emergencies to get immediate attention. 

Right now, you were convinced this wasn’t an emergency, but you had the overwhelming urge to just scream as hard as you can. You wanted so badly to be heard, but feared backlash, either from your peers of your issues being perceived as fake or not nowhere near as bad as you felt they were, or backlash from the people who were making you feel like this. 

You’d just gotten home from school, and you entered as quietly as you could, closing the door briskly and looking around, not sure if Mycroft was home, and you didn’t want to see him right now. You closed the front door, looking at the empty coat hook where you’d usually place your coat, except you didn’t have it with you, so instead you just kicked off your shoes and tried to head to your bedroom with your school bag. However, for obvious reasons, you hadn’t heard Mycroft and Sherlock bickering in the other room, or that they had promptly stopped when the front door shut loudly from how quickly you had shut, followed by your footsteps through the house at an accelerated rate to your bedroom, and the noise of your door being shut just as quickly as the front door. The two brothers stood in silence, staring in the direction of the noises before turning to face each other. “Something’s wrong.” Sherlock spoke up. 

“I’m aware of that.” Mycroft scoffed, before they began to walk to go up the stairs. Sherlock stopped at the bottom though, though Mycroft continued up. Sherlock checked the entrance of the house, noticing your lack of coat, either meaning you were still wearing it or didn’t have it, and the droplets of water on the floor, as well as your school shoes being shiny and darker than usual, told him it was the latter. It hadn’t rained in the last hour. He finally followed after Myrcoft, who was already trying your door, though it was locked. He turned to Sherlock, and Sherlock’s eyes followed the wet droplet stains in the carpet to your door. “He’s locked himself inside.” Mycroft pointed out.

“Give me your credit card.” Sherlock demanded. Mycroft went into his back pocket, grabbing his wallet and going through it to hand him a card, before Sherlock shoved him out of the way, sliding the card through the door, pushing the lock out, and when it clicked open, he turned the handle opened the door enough to stick his hand in, reaching for the light switch, flicking the lights on and off in your room to get your attention. He didn’t get a reaction from you. No multiple knocks to signify he could enter, and not a singular knock for him not to come in. He waited another moment, before looking at Mycroft who at this point looked worried, fist pressed to his mouth. Sherlock opened the door further.

They didn’t see you when they first stepped into the room, but Sherlock noticed your school bag- wet through, soaking the carpet, dirty, the zip busted, a strap broken, several school books looking ready to fall out after being crammed in that were soggy and ruined. With that, he knew where you were- the small bathroom attached to your room. He walked to the shut door, trying the door, finding this one unlocked, and he slowly stepped in, looking down and to the side, seeing you sat on the floor, legs pulled to your chest, head resting on your knees. 

“Mycroft, go make tea.” Sherlock said monotone, not taking his eyes away from you. Mcroft, who had noticed your bag and was trying to find anything to salvage, stood up straight, processing the situation, before turning and leaving the room. Sherlock slowly entered the bathroom, kneeling down before sitting on the floor beside you, carefully reaching out, lightly tugging on your soaked and dirty school jumper to get your attention. You peeked up, making eye contact, your eyes red and as wet as your uniform. Sherlock didn’t need to ask what happened, and you didn’t need him going on a revenge campaign in your honour, at least not yet. Instead, he signed ‘I’ll run you a hot bath, and you get undressed. Are you hurt?” You sniffed, signing a yes, before you started to take off your jumper, pulling it over your head, and Sherlock’s eyes immediately took notice of the wet white material that had stains of red on your arms, and as he looked closer, he saw your hands, and presumably your forearms as well were scraped up and red raw. Sherlock took your jumper from you, standing up, before signing to you again. “Drop them just outside the door when you’re done.” He said, turning to the bath, plugging the drain, and turning on the taps, before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Mycroft arrived shortly after with a tray, cup of tea and snacks as well, placing it on your bedside table. “What happened?” Mycroft asked. 

“He’s been bullied. I’m not sure what happened, maybe he tried to bring up what was happening or tried to stand up for himself, but it escalated outside of school- his uniform needs to be cleaned and died- where’s your first aid, he’s scraped up as well.” Sherlock listed. Mycroft’s mouth open and closed repeatedly, before he spoke. 

“I-I didn’t know.” He stuttered. “He never… he never told me he was having issues at school. I had no idea.” He explained, and Sherlock frowned. 

“I didn’t know either.” Sherlock added. It wasn’t a lot to say, but it made Mycroft feel so much better. If Sherlock didn’t notice something was wrong until now, then there was practically no way for Mycroft to see either. You hid it, and you hid it well. You hid it from the best. 

“I’ll call the school administration and organise a meeting with them. I’ll find out who did this.” Mycroft decided, reaching out and taking the jumper from Sherlock. “I’ll also get the first aid” he commented, turning and leaving the room again. Sherlock stood in your room, not moving, and he waited until he heard the bath water turn off, the door open, your clothes hit the floor and the door shut again before he turned and went and grabbed the clothes, taking them to be washed with your jumper. Sherlock heard Mycroft on the other side of the house, yelling on the phone about repercussions, demanding a meeting tomorrow, even if it’s the weekend, before his voice became louder, him walking into the same room with Sherlock, wordlessly giving him the first aid before leaving again to continue his argument, and Sherlock headed back upstairs to your room. 

He peeked into your room, seeing you had gotten out, dried off and dressed into your pyjamas, sitting on the edge of your bed. He flashed the lights again to get your attention before stepping in, coming and sitting down on your bedside, carefully taking your hands, rolling up the sleeves to properly see the scrapes and turf burn, which made him wince, imagining the pain in the bath, even though you didn’t make a peep. You didn’t make sound despite the pain, and that really, really bothered him. He wordlessly cleaned them and bandaged them, before signing to you “Are you hurt anywhere else?” You nodded, crawling deeper into the bed so your legs were rested on it, and Sherlock pulled your pant legs up to your knees, seeing even more turf burns, and he copied what he did with your hands, pulling the legs back down when he was done, before he pushed the medical equipment away from him, and waited in front of you till you looked at him. “Why didn’t you tell us?” He signed to you, speaking the words along with it. All he got was a shrug, which Sherlock was not going to accept. “Did they threaten you?” He added. You looked away, before finally signing. 

“It wasn’t too bad. I could handle it, I didn’t want to worry you. But I think someone else reported what they saw and they thought it was me.” You explained to him. 

“So if it wasn’t reported, you hadn’t planned to tell us?” Sherlock questioned. 

“It wasn’t a big deal.” You signed, clearly frustrated, which was paralleled by Sherlock. 

“Well it is now. We’re your brothers, your family. If something bothers you, you tell us, even if you’re annoyed at the way light reflects through a window, or how they’ve changed the packaging on a product in the shops, you tell us. Even if you think it’s harmless or not a big deal, we’d rather you told us about little things instead of hiding things until they become huge things. This is huge now, and we’re going to deal with it.” His signing firm and almost exaggerated. You’d never seen someone yell via sign language, yet here Sherlock was, somehow finding a way to do it, and it was pretty effective. 

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You quickly apologised to try and calm him down, which seemed to work. 

“How long has this been going on? How many of them are there, and what are their names? Tell me everything.” 

A few minutes later, Mycroft finally got off the phone, pacing for a minute to plan his next actions- deciding if he needed to call someone else, or go and check on you, but then Sherlock came into the room, and handed him a piece of paper, with names, examples of what each person did and their role in the attack, and how long it had been going on with a short timeline of other incidents. “I trust this is enough to start with?” Sherlock asked, watching as Mycroft skimmed over it. 

“This has been going on since he started secondary school?” Mycroft questioned, Sherlock briskly nodded, before tapping the paper to make him focus again. “Yes. This is enough. I’ll locate their parents and addresses, gather more information, I’ll have people look into CCTV to see if we can catch any footage of them following, chasing or… attacking him.” Mycroft explained, folding the paper up, before tucking it into his pocket. “How is he?” 

“He’s going to be sore for a while, keep an eye on his injuries- maybe take him to the doctor just to have it on record. He’s not very talkative at the moment, but we really need to get him to start talking to us more about things happening to him. If he’s ever quiet around you, try and engage him and ask about what he’s thinking about, get him out of the habit of keeping everything locked up. Leave the addresses to me. I’ll personally make sure they get the letters about the police investigation when you have it ready.” Sherlock said, walking to the entrance of the house, Mycroft followed him, watching his younger brother grab his coat, swing it around him and put it on. 

“Sherlock, do not threaten them- it’ll not be good for the investigation.” 

“I have no intention of threatening children, Mycroft. But I will make sure the point is put across that those parents have done an awful job and that they shouldn’t have messed with Y/N.” Sherlock promised, before promptly leaving. Mycroft huffed after the door shut, glancing up the stairs, before deciding to make a fresh hot drink for you to get started with a conversation with you.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[tenthcrowley]

[JOHN]: So, are you two...?

[SHERLOCK, Y/N]: No.

[JOHN]: (Looks at the clothes all over the floor) You sure?

[SHERLOCK, Y/N]: Yeah.

[JOHN]: O-okay, if you say so.

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[malereader-inserts]

Rewiring My Heart

Fandom: BBC Sherlock Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Male!Reader Summary: There's a certain someone that's caught Mycroft's attention Word Count: 614 Request: @thisirishidiot Hi, so I would like to request a mycroft x male reader story where male reader is the head electrician and, for some reason, all of Parliament has to be rewired. And reader happens to be working in mycrofts area and so mycroft catches feelings. Maybe reader is tall and fit or maybe just good looking. You know I'm a sucker for a good flustered mycroft. Anyway I understand if you don't want to, hope have a nice day!

"Good morning, Mr Holmes."

Mycroft grimace to himself before turning around to the voice, "Good morning (Y/n), how many times have I told you that you can call me Mycroft."

You give him a smile, "I know."

Mycroft nods before slipping into his office and leaning back on his door, he sighed. It's not like he hated you, it was quite the opposite. He liked you, and he couldn't say much about other people. But, you, you were different and he couldn't figure it out. In fact, what he hated was the fact he saw you daily.

When he heard that his work base had to be completely rewired he was annoyed, after two years, the British Government had to rewire the whole building to prevent any hackers in the future. There were many men that were trusted to do the job, many had worked for the Government before so these men were to be trusted to Mycroft's knowledge.

But, you were someone else. You were the head of the operation, having worked with these men rewiring the building and with the Government. Hell, you were hand pick by MI5 for this job. You were smart, Mycroft knew this and it made his knees go weak.

There was a knock on his door, he looks up from his paperwork, "Come in!"

The door opens slightly as you popped your head through. Your eyes meet Mycroft as your eyes sparkle when you grinned at him. Mycroft cleared his throat, hastily looking back down at the paperwork. He's decided to ignore the thumping noise in his ears, if he ignores that then they don't exist, right?

"Sorry to bother you, Mycroft, I've been told that I'm working in your office today," You informed him, "Though, it shouldn't hinder you, after all, you're one of the few that does everything by hand."

"It's easier," Mycroft spoke icily, but that doesn't deter you as you slowly enter the office before shutting his door, "All that computer nonsense is too complicated."

"I could always teach ya," You say, offhandedly as you were setting up, "It's really not that complicated as you think."

Mycroft looks up to you, but he had noticed that you were focused on setting up today's agenda. He smiles to himself, feeling the burn of his cheek slowly going down to his neck, he hopes you don't look his way as he knows he's clearly blushing.

"Perhaps, I'll take you up on the offer," Mycroft said, eventually, you turned your head to him and Mycroft swears his heart stopped working for a second, "After all, you're the only one out of those men I'd trust."

"Yeah, I figured," You nodded, "It's why I offered to be rewiring in your office, I don't even trust those men."

"So, you know I trust you?"

"It's painfully obvious to know who you like and who you don't."

"Ah," Mycroft finished, cursing himself for being too obvious - he's usually better than this. And, he knows who is the cause of him not having his guard up.

"So, what day do you want to spend all day learning?"

"I thought it wasn't complicated? Why would it spend all day learning?"

"Oh, well, I was hoping to get dinner with you afterwards," You smile wolfishly at him before turning away.

"Oh," Mycroft stammers, "I'll give you a date when I am free."

"Grand, it's a date then."

And if Mycroft stopped breathing at the moment, his mind short-circuiting and his heart skipped a beat, no it didn't - he refused to admit that.

Mycroft looked back at you before looking back at his papers, what on earth has he gotten himself into?

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Brother My Brother [Holmes!Sister]

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Dear Sweet Sister [Holmes!Sister]

How do I Hold This [Holmes!Sister]

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[milknhonies]

Wails of Wedded Bliss

Masterlist || Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: Sherlock Holmes is forced to marry you...and it is clear...he does not appreciate the union...thanks Enola...

Pairing: Sherlock Homes x wife!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Domestic r4pe, P in V intercourse, Forced/Arranged Marriage, Loss of Virginity, Loss of Innocence, Domestic Violence. Wedding crashing.

Word Count: 9k

Author Notes: This story has been published in the past on Tumblr on my old account @milknhonies-old-account since I have created a newer account and I am reposting it here.

11:35pm Monday 28th April 1890, 221B Baker Street, Marylebone, Westminster, London, England.

“You know Sherlock, matrimony is not as wicked and cruel as you might believe,” said his companion one day beside the fireplace of their flat.

The detective was slumped in his chaise playing away at his violin obnoxiously. The terrible tune of Frère Jacques made the doctor wince as it hit his ears sharply. Sherlock Holmes had found himself in a mental state of his own man made dramatics...

“Et tu Watson?” Sherlock sighed and put the violin down before wiping a hand over his face, “My dear doctor, I have no desire to restrain myself to the shackles and torture you inflict onto yourself.” He rose to his feet with a lengthy groan and sat his instrument aside. The depressed sir stumbled over a pile of discarded books to get to the drinks trolley.

The wine bottle cork popped loudly as he tugged you open.

It was no mystery. Sherlock did not entirely approve of Mary Watson purely out of jealous spite influenced by the attentions of his friend. When the pair married Sherlock stood stiff and tight lipped. He reluctantly handed over the ring as John’s Bestman.

Over the engagement and even during the marriage, Sherlock did not cease his sly childish comments made from time to time.

John however had caught his wife in conversation and debate on numerous occasions with the detective. Mrs Watson and Mr Holmes were not friends by any means, but they tolerated each other under limited circumstances. They found smart enjoyment in each other.

The doctor had come to visit his friend under the revered request of the older Holmes brother...Mycroft. There was finally an expectation...Mycroft wanted Sherlock to make a male Holmes heir...Perhaps it was scandalous rumour but John wondered how true the gossip of the older brother was; being a pillow biter or an infertile gentleman...especially with the pressure to have Sherlock marry and procreate.

Sherlock poured himself a glass of wine and downed it quickly. He set the glass on the mantle and shook his head slowly.

John tried to smile, “Mary and I have fun.”

Sherlock scoffed jealousy.

John had been married and moved out of Baker Street for six months now. Sherlock dared not ask the condition of Mary’s pregnancy.

“What fun? With your lace doilies and Shepard’s pie?”

His friend smirked, “I enjoy Mary’s pie very much, Sherlock...” He pursed is lips and tapped his cane to the floor, “Perhaps you need a slice of your own?”

Sherlock glanced at his friend. He narrowed his eyes as he returned back to the chaise, careful to not trip again on the books and loose papers that laid across the floor.

“My own pie?” Sherlock crooned as he laid back into the cusions, “Why do I get the sense that we are not speaking that of a pastry?”

The doctor tilted his head and cleared his throat, staring off into the fire, “Mrs Hudson has confided in me that you’ve resorted to returning here with...friends from Mayfair Row of the fairer sex.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes. The old hag of a landlady needed to keep her nose out of his business. He was making his rent on time, it shouldn’t matter who he kept his business with.

The detective groaned and rubbed his eyes, “Merely cases, dear John.”

The doctor bristled, “Do not lie to me Sherlock,” he waved his finger, “I know very well what you do with those women...it’s only a matter of time you ask me to check your pecker. God knows what they carry.”

Sherlock shrugged and sniffed loudly.

“For goodness sake man...” John scolded, “Have you no heart whatsoever then for the dear girl you are to marry?”

The detective rubbed his hands and laced his fingers, “Why should I?”

“Sherlock!” his friend hissed, “Have you not even considered the notion she might also resent the concept of matrimony as much as you?”

“Is that possible in women?” Sherlock quirked, “Good Scot! I sound like my brother.”

“Your own sister is still dragging her feet through her engagement to the Tewkesbury boy on what...a year almost now?” the doctor tapped his cane on the floor thoughtfully.

Sherlock huffed, “Enola is not a woman.”

In the eyes of the law she was...she needed only pick a wedding date and commit to it.

Sherlock wouldn’t have the luxury of a long engagement. The wedding was next week and he had quickly agreed to the contract. He would marry under the financial clutch of his brother...Mycroft threatened to cut off all entire bank in regards to Sherlock’s unpaid drug debts...

After the cold leads to the trail of Madame Moriarty...the detective found little sleep in the night...Sherlock befell the unfortunate antidote of cocaine to help him stay awake and opiates to keep him asleep...John loyally helped those sweating events and threatened to put him in an institute if he didn’t cease his regular consumption.

Perhaps, John wondered, Mycroft was intending to cease the draining of his pocket by using a wife to tame Sherlock’s spending habits. John decided then and there that Mycroft truly was an idiot.

“You’ve not told me her name...” the doctor said in the long silence.

Sherlock looked at his feet and sighed, “Y/N...her name is Miss Y/N Y/L/N.”

The surname was familiar to the doctor, however not personally.

John nodded gradually and scratched his moustache, “Mrs Y/N Holmes of Baker Street...it’s got a little ring to it. A simple lift to the breath don’t you think?” he mused.

The other man glared at him, he didn’t like John making fun of the situation he’d been coerced into.

He deflected, licking his lips, “Mary has grown fat.”

John cackled at the poor insult, “Swollen with my child. I’m glad you have finally noticed. I look forward to seeing your future wife just as ‘fat’ one day too.”

“Please John, my ingestion!” Sherlock shuddered, cupping his lips.

The cane tapped again at the floor, “Surely she isn’t so unsightly?” his friend asked.

“She is most plain,” Sherlock complained, before he peeled through the papers at his feet and held up a board of hard card to his friend, “Here...my brother thought it kind to send me a portrait, to invoke my eagerness, but as is clear...my mind is not swayed.”

John took the photo carefully and moved his spectacles from his pocket to his face, he gazed upon your printed face in the glow of the warm orange fire.

The doctor raised a brow and snorted, “This girl? Sherlock...I believe your disregard to the union prevents you from seeing her true potential. I think you will make fine and handsome children.”

Sherlock looked on to the fire and continued to shake his head stubbornly, “I need a case Watson...not a wife...”

The doctor felt his resolve failing, he donned his hat and scarf, “Perhaps she is your next case...after all why would anyone agree to marry you?” he stood and left Sherlock to ponder until the embers of the fireplace burnt out black and the last light of the room was succeeded by the wretched dawn.

09:00am Monday 5th May 1890 Saint Marylebone Parish Church, London, England.

A lengthy breath escaped your chest as your fingers pinched your pearly white gloves.

Twenty was a scary age...you walked a line of spinsterhood.

This was it...

You were lucky to be here. Lucky to have this offering...the circumstances were complicated. You were illegitimate but nonetheless still cared for by your father’s parents. They pitied you and your past. Good Christians with empathetic hearts, they chose to raise you when your father abandoned you for a wife who despised the concept of living beneath he same roof as her husband’s bastard.

You were grateful and honest and polite and strived to please your paternal grandparents. When they presented to you a engagement contract, you dared not waste or drain any more of their kind financial generosity.

You were amazed by the name also on the document...

You were being asked to marry The Sherlock Holmes, London’s notorious detective.

You were stunned. You accepted.

His brother, the dealer of the contract was a friend of your grandfather and had been the proposer of the deal. The two men seemed to always sit together in parliament house.

You hadn’t even met your husband to be...today during the ceremony would be the very first time.

As your grandmother fixed your veil in the carriage ride to the church, you caressed the front of the bible in your lap. You prayed to God this marriage was right and meant to be.

“You are not as pretty as my daughter’s, but as our ward after all these years I am sure you will be a suitable bride to Mr Holmes,” she muttered under her breath.

Her husband happily scolded, “Nonsense! Our granddaughter will be a perfect match to the greatest detective of London.”

He leant beside you and pinched your nose under the veil, “My little girl is the prettiest princess today,” his fingers laced with yours and kissed the back of your gloves hand with his silver beard covered lips.

“Thankyou grandfather.”

The corner of your lips jerked up. He was the warmer of the two...but it was confided that your grandmother who sat sullen faced in front of you was merely putting in a facade. Your grandfather told you early at breakfast that your grandmother wept last night, sad to see you off to be a true married woman of society.

The accomplished their task, raising a young lady of good standing and half decent breeding.

The carriage came to a screeching halt.

The cold breeze hit your face as your grandparents climbed out of the carriage door. Your delicate gloves fingers reached out and were supported by your grandfather.

You passed your bible to your grandmother who exchanged them for a modest bouquet of flowers and lace.

The chapel was massive but you knew there would be only a small audience.

Your feet climbed the stairs and patiently waited for your escort. Your grandfather’s wobbly knees had to rely on you and his walking cane. Your grandmother climbed behind him to insure he didn’t fall and hurt himself or drag you down too.

The wooden church doors were open a jar.

The whistling wind made you feel like you were entering a funeral rather your own wedding. You were not opposed to matrimony but the dead silence and stares at the front of the pews made you blood feel cold...

A gentleman you knew as Mycroft Holmes was sitting in the front pew and rose to attention as you were entering.

There was three other men standing at the edge of the room.

The priest, and the groom and his best man.

Your husband to be was handsome from the distance you could see if him. His lips remained stern in a flat line however and his brows appeared knitted, perhaps he was...displeased?

Sherlock Holmes was accompanied by his infamous companion...Doctor John Watson. A war veteran.

A woman you had never met was mirroring his position to the left side of the church, your chosen maid of honour...but as she turned the slight curve of her belly spoke out... pregnant. A matron of honour.

Your grandfather clenched your arm and kissed the side of your head. You began your steady approach down the island with your grandmother now leading in front to find her seating on the front left pew.

You tried to not share too directly at your future husband’s frown. Perhaps he was tired or not aware he was frowning at all and just deep in his thoughts.

You passed your bouquet to your matron of honour.

Your arms felt shaky, this was it...a lifelong commitment ceremony.

When you paused before the alter, the priest bowed his head and asked your grandfather, “Do you giveth this woman to be married to this man?”

He gruffly cleared his throat “I do,” and turned you to face him, his hands squeezed your arms gently before he carefully lifted your veil above your face and over your flower covered hair. He smiled softly, tears beaded in the corner of his eyes. He leant closer and kissed your cheek, in your ear he whispered gently, “God bless my darling girl.”

Sherlock was quickly removing his white glove and pocketing it in his inner breast side blazer.

Your grandfather turned you around to face the priest. He placed your right hand into the holy man’s who then carefully removed the glove you wore and passed your naked fingers into the warm clammy hands of Sherlock Holmes. His reaction to your bare face was out of surprise...you did not know if his wide dark blue eyes were a good sign or not.

The priest tied a small white ribbon around your wrists, connecting you and Sherlock in symbolism.

He turned back and floated up to the stairs of his stand. He opened his holy book and said out to the very small group witnessing, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation, to join together this man...and this woman in holy matrimony.”

You felt your throat tighten and your mouth dry as Sherlock’s thumb softly rubbed the back of your hand. Your eyes glanced over to his face...his frown had disappeared, he was wearing the smallest of smiles. Relief swept through you, he was happy for now and that is all you cared for.

As the priest continued his holy speech on the reason of marriage you thought about your duties as a wife. You would now look after your husband as you have cared for your grandfather. You would bring forth a hot meal for dinner and host luncheons with other married couples of society. You would rub his sore feet and shoulders and prepare him a bath when he required it after his days of long tiring work. And most importantly...you would lay back and take him within to create children. You would spend the rest of your life expected to make your husband feel appreciated and loved. You were to be his other half, his Eve to his Adam.

He had the important duty of caring for you financially and supporting your future children and their education.

If he was a detective you knew his intelligence meant you would make very brilliant minded babes. You would make society proud.

You had seen Sherlock face in the papers but they were of illustrations that did not capture the colour and humanism of himself

“-Into which holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined,” the priest softly finished.

You felt Sherlock sigh and when his thumb stopped rubbing your hand, you tried to return the same rubbing onto his fingers.

It was a silent language of greeting and comfort...

‘hello, how do you do?’

‘I am well, thankyou.’

“Therefore, if any man can show any just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace.”

The groom glanced over his shoulder and his lips appeared to tighten...they fell into a frown and his hand grip loosened...was he...your heart deflated...was he not wanting to marry you?

You tried to restrain your emotions.

The priest peered down at you both, “Kneel.”

Sherlock and you with your hands still touching and bound slowly bend to your knees before the altar. The holy man pulled out a bowl and pinched his hands into the holy water.

He flicked both of your faces as he spoke, “I require and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it. For be ye well assured, that so many as are coupled together otherwise than God’s Word doth allow are not joined together by God; neither is their Matrimony lawful...”

There was no way you could mention how you were concerned Sherlock’s reaction might’ve been worldly. He remained silent to.

Your grandmother once told you how people who marry often do not love each other until years later. It happened to her, so you had within your heart the trust that as long as you put in the effort to be the perfect wife, Sherlock would eventually grow his love for you.

The Priest smiled at you both and nodded his head,

“William Sherlock Scott Holmes wilt thou have this woman Y/N Y/L/N to thy wedded Wife, to live together after God’s ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony?”

Your eyes glanced to his face, he appeared, flushed.

“Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?”

Your groom looked over your hands and then glanced up at your face, his throat bobbed, “I will.”

His thumb rubbed your hand again.

You tried to smile...it was hard when he didn’t appear as enthusiastic about the union as you had hoped. It reminded you this was really just a contract between his brother and your grandfather.

“Y/N Y/L/N wilt thou have this William Sherlock Scott Holmes to thy wedded Husband, to live together after God’s ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony?”

Your eyes stared up at the Priest who was dictating the vow, “Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?”

Your voice for a moment caught in your throat. You looked to the floor and nodded, “I will.”

The priest then stood away and proclaimed, “Now ye have proclaimed to god, now tis time you proclaim your vows to yourselves.”

You felt Sherlock tighten his grip and faced him still kneeling beside him, his voice wavered as he proclaimed, “I, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, take thee Y/N Y/L/N to my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.”

A pause in the air reminded you it was now your turn to repeat the solemn vow.

And for a split second...you wondered if agreeing would be a sin to god...you would do this all...but love...could you love a man who you did not know, honour a man who may not love you?

You nodded and properly looked into his eyes, trying to vow earnestly.

“I Y/N Y/L/N take thee William Sherlock Scott Holmes to my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth.”

He glanced away and his lips parted, it was if he wanted to say something to you...before he closed them and eyed the priest. Ah yes...you were still in a holy ceremony. Talking could come later.

The priest nodded to you both and gestured to your hands.

“Now the groomsmen may please administer the ring.”

Sherlock removed his other glove.

The man who stood behind him, John, stood carefully forward after stealing a small ring from his breast pocket and passed it to Sherlock.

The priest untied your hands and your groom delicately took your left hand. He removed your other glove and pocketed it.

“With this ring I thee wed,” He pinched your forth finger before sliding the cold golden band on, it felt slightly loose, “With my body I thee worship.”

You finally took the time to actually look at his full face as he vowed to you. His blue eyes were dark and sparkling like a night sky or a ravenous stormy sea. In the corner of his right eye was a fleck of brown...oh yes...the stony sea side by the waters, they were his solemn eyes covered by curtains of thick dark lashes.

“And with all my worldly goods I thee endow,” he trailed off softly.

His lips were thin, wet and soft...his skin flushed in a soft pink but not overly obvious, his neck was a shade lighter to his ears and cheeks.

You heard the distant hum of the priest standing above you both.

The groom cleared his throat, “In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.”

The priest clapped his hands and joyously announced, “For as much as William Sherlock Scott Holmes and Y/N Y/L/N have consented together in holy Wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth either to other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving of a Ring, and by joining of hands; I pronounce that they be man and wife together, rise now as Mr and Mrs Holmes. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.”

Everyone in the church echoed the everlasting word...“Amen.”

Sherlock and you rose steadily back to your feet. He let go of your fingers. Your hands limply fell aside. You turned back to your grandparents and smiled.

You were now a married woman before God.

The holy man brought around the script of lawfully paper to sign your name and the names of your witnesses. The parchment was laid across a small serving table where there was a small ink well and pen waiting.

Out of necessity you went to the table first.

When you signed your maiden name and then scripted out your new surname, you were now under the law of man the wife of the British detective. Your eyes fluttered shut...it was done...you were no longer considered the poor bastardess soul that had been disowned by both parents...you were now The Mrs Holmes. Wife and a future mother of Holmes sons and daughters.

Your matron of honour came closer to your side and politely smiled, “Mary Watson, my husband is the groomsmen. You are most beautiful and I must demand Sherlock cherishes you rightfully.”

She was a beautiful. Her gown at a light blue cooled her wild complexion. With her blonde hair and rosy pink cheeks, she glowed in her motherly state.

You returned the grin, “A pleasure Mrs Watson, thankyou for being here on this special day.”

She leant across you and signed the paper before laying her hands on your shoulders thoughtfully. You looked over your shoulder at the man who was now your husband.

He was shaking hands among the male participants. He was smiling. Your souls felt relieved. When he looked at you, the was something strange...he looked you entirely up and down... His face dropped, back to his deep thoughts.

He bowed his head to you before he brushed passed you leant over the certificate to officiate his name, however before the pen could meet the paper there was a persistent cry.

“I object!” Screamed this mousy tone that echoed the chapel walls, “Sherlock! I am sorry I am late! Stop! Stop the wedding!”

The sound of running feet screeched along the stone floor.

Everyone’s face split into shock as a boy who was a little younger than you for appearance sake came racing down the pews.

Yet as the boy ran closer, you could see the hat fall of his head and a wave of beautiful brown locks flowed down their back...her back...it was a girl in dirty boys clothes. She looked a kin to a chimney sweep with the amount of spot over her face and her hands and shirt.

“Please!” she heaved onto her knees to catch her breath, “Do not continue!” she raised her filthy palms in praying pleas to the priest.

“What is the meaning of this!?” your grandfather said losing his temper at the foul interruption of a seemingly happy union.

“Enola!” the two Holmes brothers shouted in union. They looked to each other accusingly before looking back at the girl.

The young woman glanced between you and Sherlock and started shaking her head.

“Enola,” Mycroft hissed and grabbed the girls arm roughly, shaking her slightly, “look at the state of you! What is the meaning of this? You were not permitted to attend and yet you come here uninvited nonetheless!?”

You were frightful of the way Mycroft shouted at her and brutally shook her. The young woman appeared scattered, she looked at you and then to Sherlock again.

“You were too late Enola,” your husband frustratingly sighed, “Mycroft let her go, this is my fault.”

Too late...wait....what...

You were stunned...speechless and confused...

Did Sherlock...have another love? Did this young creature hold his affections?

Mycroft loosened his grip. She sprung away from the older Holmes, “You are married, perhaps before God who I know you don’t care for!” And dashed passed you and waved the certificate with only your name on the paper.

“What blasphemy is this?” your Grandmother now announced with annoyance.

“But see?” The young woman named Enola ignored her and ran up to Sherlock, “Your name is not here, so legally you are not married Sherlock, you can stop this!”

His nose flared and his face darkened to pink. You could hear how his knuckles cracked as he made them into fists. He was furious. His angry eyes flashed at you and back at the girls.

You felt stunted...this girl was right...

Your chest deflated...you were not married, no, you were still in fact Y/N Y/L/N the bastard daughter of a Lord who was not permitted the privileged respect of your legitimate cousins and siblings. You were not a honourable woman still...you were still covered and stained with your parents sins.

The comforting hand of Mary Watson touched your hand. You started trembling.

Your heart ached. Your hopes to be veiled in a honouring title as a wife were diminishing by the second.

“I can help pay off your debts when I marry,” she quickly spurted, “Do not let Mycroft rule over you like he has done all these years! Do not marry a woman you clearly do not love Sherloc-”

“Enola!”

You gasped. You jumped as his voice bellowed and boomed through your ears and throughout the stone walls of the church. This dramatic scene was incredibly unorthodox and the priest himself seemed amiss and confused on how to handle the audience of the church.

“Enough!” Sherlock angrily hissed and shook his head.

He tore the paper from her hands and slammed it down on the priests stand before gracelessly signing his name.

“There!” he spat and slapped the paper against the priests chest, “It is done!”

He proceeded to storm out of the church leaving you and the rest of those in attendance in shock. “Sherlock! Wait!” Mrs Watsons husband shouted as he gathered his hat, coat and cane from a pew and hobbled out hurriedly after him.

Your chest tightened...you felt a rush of air escape you. You felt rather like your entire body had been spun around too many times. The embarrassment you felt before the audience was horrible. Tears were watering up into your eyes.

You felt abandoned.

It was quite obvious to you and everyone in the church...

Sherlock Holmes did not want to marry you. Why were you so unlovable?

You felt your legs grow wobbly. Carefully with the kind support of Mrs Watson you sat down in a pew.

Your grandmother did not look at you. She stared at the cross hanging above the ceiling and sighed. Her wrinkled lips turned downward. She did not approve of your behave or his.

This wedding was a distasteful event.

Your grandfather was shaking and needed to also sit down. The priest and Mycroft helped him to the opposite pew chairs. His hand was strictly clenching his chest.

And everyone but yourself was glaring at the young girl in boys clothes...

“Enola,” your matron of honour mumbled, “I think it best you leave until you are ready to apologise to your brothers wife...”

Your breath hitched and you gasped out of shock.

So she was not a old girlfriend romantically begging for love from your now husband...no instead the name came ringing through your ear. Enola Holmes...of course...the less experienced Holmes detective...

You dared not speak. You knew your tongue might be venomous and hot as a flame. You were in shock and a state of silent rage and sadness. You could’ve slapped the stupid looking girl whose face was full of surprise and regret.

You weren’t entirely sure how to express yourself. You felt humiliated and rejected. All those years of silence and a straight face after what your father had said to you...it broke you...

Your own husband did not want you. We’re you that much unlovable? We’re you cursed to feel this way?

Your grandfather was the only man in your life left that you felt honest adoration from...and his time was coming soon to an end in his old age.

You muffled your sobs into you gloves as you heard Enola run out of the church.

It was your brother in law who then came to kneel before you and hold out to you a handkerchief, “My sincerest apologies dear sister. I dared not think Sherlock or my sister could be so wicked a pair until now. All I can beg is you accept your role and keep your sweet countenance.”

You wondered suddenly why he was not the brother you married instead. Before you focused on such a thing you remembered that lusting for another man, your husband’s brother, was a grave mortal sin and incredibly improper before a holy priest.

Taking the cloth you sighed and covered your face, “Th-thankyou Mr Holmes, I do hope to make your brother very...” you croaked and tried not to break into tears again, to avoid them you swallowed hard, “very happy.”

You took a cool deep breath and forced a smile onto your lips. It hurt. Your cheeks stretched and painfully ticked.

He nodded and smiled, “I am sure you will my dear, I am sure you will, allow me the opportunity to escort you to your cab, your grandfather...”

You both looked at the older man whose anger had made him out of breath, “is still unwell.”

You said your subtle goodbyes. You kissed your grandfather’s balding scalp and scratching softly at his beard. He kissed the inside of your palm. His eyes watered, he didn’t want this for you. He looked down with shame.

In your eyes now you understood be would be the last man to have ever loved you.

Nodding you accepted his arm and thus concluded the wedding...

11:23am Monday 5th May 1890, 221 Baker Street, Marylebone, Westminster, London, England.

Mycroft had hailed you a cab as your husband so nobly left into the one that had been rented for the both of you.

Your brother in law loaded you inside and had said he would look after your grandparents to make sure they got back to their own home safe and soundly.

You closer the curtain to the window and let your heart sob.

A sad bride on her wedding day, how terribly melancholy and cliché....

You didn’t expect romantic puppy dog love found in frivolous novellas, however you never expected such humiliation and horror to strike you on such an important date. This would be something you’d never forget...

The abandonment of another person in your life.

You were in a state of utter distress. You clenched your skirts tightly beneath your fingers. Yoh violently tore at your veil and the pins in your hair that held the specific style.

As the carriage cam to a halt the driver called out your destination, you pulled the curtain back and looked at the street.

221 Baker Street...your new home.

You opened and slid out of the carriage by yourself. You lifted your skirts, avoiding the black mud that your shoes squished into.

You climbed the front stairs of the building gradually and knocked at the door.

You waited five minutes before resorting to desperately banging. The horse cab had taken off and there was no going back.

What you desired most was a chance to sit down again and collect yourself before you sobbed hysterically on the street in the public eye. You already held the strange case of some being still clad in your white wedding gown.

When the door finally creaked open you fought every bone in your body not to storm your way through inside.

A wrinkle hand pushed the door open, followed by a steady voice of an older woman, “Why, hello my dear!” she said, “You must be the new Mrs Holmes then?”

A woman with wide eyes too close together with glasses and a loud clattering chatelaine on her waist opened the way to you.

Her hand launched out and tugged you inside by your wrist.

“Come, come in, please!”

You let her pull you inside the building and shut the door behind you.

As she locked the front door she spun to welcome you in an unexpected hug.

You normally would be shocked by such impropriety of embracing a stranger so quickly. But in your state of distress you leant closer into her arms and sniffled.

She pulled away, “My dear,” she gasped, “It is your wedding day, why the tears?” Your wet eyes went round and round as she jittered about you, admiring your dress and pinching at the soft material. “I did not expect you to arrive here so early. Oh and where are my manners! I’m Mrs Hudson dearest, I am your land lady and housekeeper.”

You fiddled with the ring now solid on your finger. You bowed softly to her, “My name is Y/N I don’t expect you to call me Mrs Holmes, Mrs Hudson, please call me as you will be my name,” you mumbled and wiped your eyes. They were pink and puffy.

She clicked her tongue with dismay.

“I presume Sherlock has brought you to this state...” The elderly woman smiled sadly, her wrinkles spread out, she took your arm and led you up a flight of stairs.

“Darling, I am just happy you are here. Your husband can be such a bully sometimes, but don’t tell him I said so. Your belongings arrived early this morning and I was just finishing putting your belonging away in your room.”

“Mrs Hudson,” you whimpered, “thankyou greatly for I have had a trying day...”

She gave you a copy of the home key to the 221B door.

Inside you were received with a scent of ink and tobacco. A very masculine smell. Clearly this was the home of your husband.

“Sherlock can be quite the messy tenant so I pray you will be fast enough to clean up after him,” Mrs Hudson stated bluntly.

“He has all his things thrown around the apartment and his excuse is always it has been done for a bloody case,” she made a high pitch sound and quickly covered her lips, “Forgive me dear, I don’t usually swear.”

You smiled sweetly and sighed, “Do not ask that of me Mrs Hudson,” you shook your head. Your grandfather had a terrible habit of doing many deeds and saying many things unfit for the ears of a lady.

She sighed with relief and clapped her hands. By taking your arm once more, she guided you through the homestead and presented you the premises.

Here there was a fireplace in the living room, nearby a bathtub had been carried from one of the bedrooms, it’s linens already prepared and laid over the copper surface. A fresh bucket of coal and wood sat beside the fireplace layout. The floor covered in a fine carpet and the curtains were the thickest of velvet.

“Kitchen is down stairs, shared by us both dear but I supply most meals as is the tenancy agreement so you needn’t burden yourself with those tasks, I do ask you wash your own linens. We have a alley line out the windows.”

You nodded as the woman kindly spoke to you and introduced you to your new life.

It was when you passed two doors you realised there was two bedrooms.

“Sherlock is sometimes a overly private person. Especially to the contents of his cases and clients. He owns the only key to his bedroom so I’m afraid I cannot show you his room until he arrives. This one, where Doctor Watson once resided is now yours.”

You opened it up and noted the empty trunks around the room which Mrs Hudson had emptied earlier.

“Doctor Watson lived here?” you asked over your shoulder as you stepped into the quarters.

You visually took in the fine canopy bed and a small desk and wardrobe in the corner with a large window that led out to the alley wash line, a balcony area and stair case up to the roof above.

Mrs Hudson went around and closed the suitcases and trunks gently, one by one. You started to explore which drawers she had placed what undergarments and jackets and what dresses had been hung in the wardrobe and which books she had stacked onto your desk and where she placed your accessories on your vanity.

You were not surprised by the condition of a separate sleeping quarter. Your grandparents slept in separate rooms...but that was because your grandfather was a loud snorer and suffered from nightmares of his time in the wars.

This marriage, you worried, would also lack a lot of physical contact...

“I am going to carry these empty trunks up to the attic dear,” Mrs Hudson stated as she lifted the empty wooden boxes. Your eyes widened and before you could offer assistance she had moved spritely out.

You opened the window to your room, allowing light into the space. You sneezed. It seemed the particles in the light showed Mrs Hudson forgot to dust the area.

You opened the small doors. The noise of the outdoor city crept in. The smell of the salty mud in the street tickled your nose.

Intrigued to enjoy more of your space you came out to look more around your home. It was smaller than what you came from, that did not make you any less grateful. This would be better than living in the gutter of the slums, you were sure.

The idea you now had a home of your very own where you could independently invite people over for tea and luncheon was exciting, your husband be damned if he didn’t allow.

12:07pm Monday 5th May 1890, 221 Baker Street, Marylebone, Westminster, London, England.

When Mrs Hudson returned after removing the last suitcase and storage box, you politely requested she help you out of your wedding dress...

Her grey eyes widened at your request, “Did you not wish to await Sherlock’s return my dear? Traditionally the husband loves to take of this gown of all gowns.”

After his actions today...you were not sure you wanted to please him or suffer his very untraditional behaviour. You doubt he would be kind or patient enough to unbutton the line down your back.

You shook your head, “Thankyou for your suggestion Mrs Hudson, but my mind remains solid, I wish to resort to a dressing gown. I don’t intend to welcome any guests today other than yourself and my husband.”

Not willing to question your choice, she smiled warmly, “Alrighty dear, turn around then.”

Her wrinkly fingers pinched at your spine line of buttons starting from your neck downward.

“Forgive my prying dear...may I ask how the service went? I had expected you and Mr Holmes to have arrived together.”

You sighed and pinch the bridge of your nose. The moment you arrived you sensed this line of questioning would eventually occur...

“It was sorely interrupted by my sister in law...I believe she was attempting to save her brother from the wails of...” you smirked, and sarcastically drawled, “wedded bliss...”

You could hear the old woman cackle behind you, “Ah that Enola Holmes is a trouble maker and their mother if I might say so myself.”

“I did not witness his mother at the ceremony?” you noted openly, you presumed their parents had passed away.

“Oh no, probably not. Eudoria like a ghost in the walls some days. Very secretive that woman but good company I assure you, a comedian.”

How unusual to state so openly their mother was a trouble maker and yet good company...was such a thing possible?

“She...Enola...revealed his...true desires...or lack of...to be my husband...he left the chapel in a great frustration.”

Mrs Hudson’s worrisome tone opened out to you, “Oh no my dear, I am sorry to hear such a thing...I did say earlier some days he can be bully so I must pray he doesn’t treat you like that furthermore.”

You nodded sharply, “Perhaps my husband needs a bigger bully to tame his actions. Maybe he needs a good humbling?” you snorted a laugh. You felt a sudden pause in Mrs Hudson. You sensed her stepping away. Her sudden silence disturbed you

You looked over your shoulder to observe her but what came in view was a elderly woman gaping at a hard face man at the front door...Sherlock.

“Mrs Hudson, I do not believe it is a duty of yours to undress my bride and so I must find myself saying, I forbid you to touch her so intimately again,” he quipped as he shed his blazer and hung his top hat on the coat rack.

The room had become cold despite the bright sun shining into the apartment.

You felt exposed with your back flared out.

You turned your body for your front to face him.

The housekeeper snorted, “If you hadn’t abandoned her in the chapel this morning perhaps you would’ve been here to do it yourself.”

Your jaw fell open at her boldness. The man grimaced and smiled tightly with fire in his eyes, “Mrs Hudson?” he asked sweetly, “Get out of my apartment. Now.”

It was scary and yet so calm as he said it. His tone was full of a unspoken threat. The elder woman jerked up her chin and nudged him as she left the main room.

Sherlock swiftly locked the door behind her.

“So...Mrs Holmes...” He muttered bitterly, “You appear to be in need of a hand there with your wedding dress. Come here...wife...so I may relieve you of your strains.”

He spat the word ‘wife’ through gritted teeth. You did not feel safe...

“I...I’m sorry for what I said,” you mumbled, looking away from him as he stepped slowly closer to you.

He looked at you with a harsh face. His finger twirled in the air...silently demanding you turn.

He might as well have slapped you with the way you gasped. You bit your lip tightly to not cry now in front of him again. You turned away from him and began to pull down the bodice of your gown.

“Do not be,” he scoffed lightly, “You were merely stating what lay in your mind...”

You felt him behind you, hovering over you. You felt his fingers dug into the strings of your corset.

You pushed the bodice down to your hips. You untied the string of your bustle. When the springy cage collapsed, your white skirts fell passed your hips and down to your ankles.

“To this day,” Sherlock hummed, “I seek when women return to the corseting stays of only their chest. I don’t like pulling all these strings loose.”

You nodded slowly. You wanted to not disagree with him or voice your opinion. You had made the mood direly cold and you felt it was your duty to make him happy once again.

You stood from foot to foot nervously, “I had the means to merely shred my dress and not my underlings, you needn’t remove my corset-”

He cut you off blunt and brashly, “I want to see my wife naked and I need to pull these strings before I lose patience and cut them off, so please stay still.”

“Naked?” you gasped as he tugged roughly, making the whale bone loosen further around your waist and hips. You lost your balance and fell forward onto the lounge.

He twirled you around to face him, “Yes, naked,” and pushed the corset up and over your head. You felt suddenly like a trapped animal on the cushion lounge. The chemise was light and sheer...it did little to hide your breasts....

He got to his knees in front of you and started to unbutton your shoes.

“You know how to perform your wifely duties yes? You do not require an anatomy lesson I hope? A woman of sublime education should know how one copulates with another.”

You clenched your thighs tightly together, tol afraid to move as he stared up at you. Very tiny movement of your nodding made him hum approvingly.

You were feeling hot...sweat beading at the back of your neck. You were not sure whether you were ready to have him so carnally especially in the middle of the day. You were unsure if this was appropriate to be doing at all.

As he removed both your shoes...his hands tenderly pulled at your white stockings....his hands creeped up your legs and pulled at the ribbon garters... Your bare feet felt cold to the air.

You jumped as the feeling of his lips pressed to one of your knees.

It was the first kiss he ever gave you.

His hands were wayward and you frigidly laid still. You were still too scared to move. His hands cupped your covered breasts softly.

The breath in your chest was quickly stolen out in a gasp and a unpreventable shaking moan.

His face rose up and his nose nuzzled to yours. It was so intimate and sudden...you were frightened and turned your face away to shudder...

“W-wait,” you softly begged.

He pulled back and huffed, “Yes, you’re corrct, I am overly dressed as well it would seem.”

He pushed up to his feet and plucked at the buttons of his vest. His finger unkindly tore his cravat from his throat and thumbed down his trouser lifting suspenders.

You felt your knees rise up to your chest. You were unsure if he wanted you to help, if that was a part of the duties of the bedroom....you were still not in the bedroom however...

“I believe this copulation would be easier in the bedroom, my dear Mrs Holmes?”

You didn’t understand straight away what he meant...you were frazzled...surely men who hated their wives didn’t do this? Had you pleased him so quickly that he didn’t care about whatever you’d don’t to frustrate him?

He looked at you dumbly and tilted his head, glancing to your bedroom door.

His hand held out to you, “Shall we?”

Your mouth felt impossibly dry but your loins grew a buzz and you felt a need to self pleasure...was this lust allowed in a marriage bed?

You carefully rose to your feet.

He pulled you closer and closer to your room and finally closer to your own bed.

He gently pushed your shoulders down for you to sit on the soft mattress

He removed his shoes and pushed down his loose trousers. His breeches, he started to unbutton. You looked away from his face and up to the ceiling.

You heard his breeches hit the floor. You didn’t want to look at his intimates... He shed his shirt and started to pinch at your chemise.

“Lift your arms up.”

From the corner of your eyes you could see his bare chest.

You were trembling with your limbs above your head. You didn’t know this man...he was Sherlock Holmes the great detective but that is all you knew.

And you were letting him see you in a state of your most open self...

He pulled the material over your head and he groaned as he gazed at your totally nude chest. Your nipples hardened in the cold breeze wharfing through the open window. Your arms fell to quickly cover your chest, you were too cold and shy to be so exposed like this to him.

He noticed your shivering. He turned away and went to close the window and shut the curtains. With strange admiration you noticed his tight and strong backside and thighs.

You flushed and accidentally whimpered when he turned around and you saw his cock. It wasnt like the statues in the museum...nor the medical books you perused..

It was...larger, and brutish.

You bit your lip and clenched your thighs again.

Would be hurt you? You were curious as a young girl about sex like many. Among your friends you had heard that the larger the male member the more agonising coitus would be.

You quickly recalled a time as a girl your grandfather took you to a horse auction and a stallion had broken his way into the mares pen. The great black beast look the white squealing mare most violently.

Would Sherlock pin his body above yours and bite the back of your neck to keep you beneath him...

You gulped loud enough for him to hear.

His hand pushed your shoulders back slowly.

“Spread those pretty thighs Mrs Holmes, show me what is now mine...”

Your fingers dug into your arms as you held yourself. Pathetically, tears came creeping out the button ducts of your orbs and escaped down your cheeks.

You swallowed the sob building in your chest. You didn’t think this intimacy would be so frightful and terrorising...

He stared down at you with a mean smirk. He scoffed and shook his head. He touched your knees and helped force them apart. Your spread thighs revealed your hairy centre at the crease of your drawers crotch...

He hummed approvingly. He stuck two fingers into his mouth and sucked them loudly and lewdly...

You choked on your tears and covered your face with your hands unable to watch anymore...you felt everything nonetheless...

Those fingers trailed across your thigh and tapped at your peaking labia. Your eyes felt wide.

A light shriek jumped from your throat as his hot mouth latched to your neck and you gasped while his tongue tickled your flesh.

You felt a single finger wiggled its way around your pearl bundle of pleasure before trailing and prodding into the space of your body...the hole. Your vaginal entrance...

“A hairy pussy cat...I might need to change that...”

You didn’t understand what filth he was suggesting. You knew your pussy referred to your entrance but to change it made no sense to you...

His free hand gently pulled your wrists away and pushed your hands to sit above your head.

With his soft mouth he wetly trailed his tongue along your skin arouse down to your fuzzy covered underarm and across to the swell of your breath. You squeezed your eyes shut with difficulty as you felt the tip of his nose nudge your teat...

His hot breath covered your nipple.

It stirred a strange, painful warm down your belly and arousal between your legs. You felt the wet essences of pleasure seep from yourself...

You shuddered loudly and groaned into the head of his curly hair as his finger pushed inside, stretching you out. You blanched at the thought remembering his thick cock was worth four of his fingers at this moment.

The sound of his finger was squelching and wet.

His second finger flickered to get inside of you. You tore away your mouth and loudly groaned as he entered and spread your insides.

Your belly felt tight. You let out a moan.

He kissed along your jaw and pushed his mouth over your lips. You didn’t know what to do. It was like he was sucking at your lips and licking them with his tongue.

You felt your experience come to light. You and on some occasions of youth touched yourself intimately in the dead of the night when all in the manor were asleep...your soft sighs muffled by your own pillows were heard only by yourself. The scratching sounds of your hips rolling against a thick blanket between your legs were maybe mistaken for a skittering rat in the walls.

You urges would decease the touches when you were reminded by your own senses that your genitals were not your prize but your future husband’s to touch. It was a sin to steal what would belong to him.

And as you laid beneath Sherlock and recalled those desperate nights of silly humping you bucked your hips into the touch of his fingers filling and stretching your way.

It was good to be a virgin...you didn’t want to be a slut ...you worried he would see you as many saw you.... Like your mother a prostitute....

You kept yourself pure for this moment but for the first time you wondered if that was a good choice. Was the lack of experience...a good thing for men?

And after sometime of him thrusting his fingers in and out, you felt the soft hot skin of something touching your hole....the tip of his cock.

“Sh-sherlock,” you worriedly whispered, “Please...w-wait.”

Your husband grunted and lifted his hand away from your hole to run his thumb across your tear wet cheek.

“You are aware it will sting...nothing has been inside you like this before.”

“Yes,” you whimpered. He kissed your wobbling mouth and used the tips of his fingers to press on your clit. He rubbed you slowly and realigned his tip to your hole.

“Allow me to open your doors with my key, wife. Fill your home with children.”

You shouted up at the ceiling as he thrust hard and fast into your body. Your lower body felt like a hot poker was ripping up into you.

You gasped and choked on a silent squeak before a few seconds past and the air filled your lungs making you scream and cry out as your life changed forever...

It was like he had cut you inside. And the pressure had not left you. His cock was dug deep and snuggly buried inside your tight hole.

You hit him. Your fists banged his chest with the little strength you had left.

“Stop! Get off me!” you wailed.

With bruising grip he held your arms down either side of your head. He was too strong for you to pull and push off. You sobbed out for your grandfather, so scared this would kill you.

His hips pulled back. You both gasped.

You groaned at the sight of his dick leaving you, covered in dark burgundy blood. It yellowed his pale member.

You felt sick and turned your head away into your covers.

“Please,” you begged, “Let me go.”

He sighed and shook his head, his mouth latched to your ear, “No...you can do this Y/N...this is the price all wives pay.”

He sheathed back inside of you. This time the burn of your walls was a little less.

The smell of metal was in the room. Your blood scent hit your nose finally. You could taste it in the back of your throat.

The way his hip bones punched down and roughly scrapped your pelvis made you hiss.

His mouth forced it’s way onto yours again in a passionate kiss. You whimpered and begged him to stop again as he thrusted inside. It hurt too much...you whined and sunk your teeth into his lips and caught the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck!” he roared and pulled back violently. His lips and yours covered in bright red blood in contrast to the red waves between your thighs.

“Get off!” you screamed again. You tugged your arms weakly. You tried pounding your heels into the back of his thighs.

He rose his hand high and you squeezed your eyes shut waiting for a blow...it did not come. You heard him yell angrily and hit the blanket instead.

He tired himself out of you, the force made you choke. The taste of his warm blood in between your teeth had you spitting aside the covers.

He pushed off the bed and stomped angrily out of the room, slamming your bedroom door shut. You sniffled and turned onto your side, crying as the burn between your legs struck you. You felt empty and sore. Like his hand had punched inside your body.

This is not at all what you anticipated as a married woman...

Why would any woman ever love their husband after cause such agony as that in their beds...

You reached out for a pillow and tugged it to your face. Your nose rubbed deep into the soft goose feathers and let your tears meld with your snot.

You curled up and clutched your sore side...

It was a pain comparable to your menses.

You prayed for help or someone like your grandfather or Mycroft to come and save you.

HELPINES:

If you are a victim of sexual abuse, assault or domestic violence or know someone who is please reach out to these links that share helpline services, phone numbers or emails. Consent and respect is important in every relationship whether between friends, family or even strangers.

Australian Helpline Services

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#wowb #wails of wedded bliss #sherlock holmes x ofc #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes enola holmes #henry sherlock holmes #dark!sherlock holmes #dark!henry cavill #dead dove do not eat

[ssanovak]

Characters & Fandoms I write for;

I am willing to write pairing fics of a character x reader, or general scenario fics with reader inserts.

Reader will be male with he/him pronouns as a default, so please specify if you’d like a female or gender neutral reader!

I will write LGBTQ+ and straight readers & pairings, just let me know what kind of thing you want in your request! I will not write smut.

I am Autistic and have ADHD, I will happily write either of these into fics.

I will write mental health issues, I personally suffer from OCD, CPTSD, Depression, and have previously dealt with ED tendencies, so I can write those with relative ease, request other mental health stuff and I’ll give it a go if I can or let you know if I don’t feel able to write it.

Characters not on my list are probably either not there because I don’t feel I know the character well enough to write them or am not comfortable writing them as pairings, but it’s always worth checking just in case I forgot to add someone!

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner (Hotch)

Jason Gideon

David Rossi (Dave)

Jennifer Jareau (JJ)

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Anthony DiNozzo Jr. (Tony)

Timothy McGee

Abby Sciuto

Jimmy Palmer

Ziva David

Ellie Bishop

Nick Torres

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Greg Lestrade

James Moriarty (Jim)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

I will probably add more characters as I get further into shows I am watching or if I find a new fandom to obsess over! Have fun writing requests!

#criminal minds #ncis #sherlockbbc #supernatural #crimnal minds x reader #ncis x reader #sherlock bbc x reader #supernatural x reader #x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #x male reader #x reader #spencer reid #aaron hotch hotchner #emily prentiss #jethro gibbs #tony dinozzo #tim mcgee #sherlock bbc #dr watson #mycroft bbc #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #fanfic

[your-averagewriter]

Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

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I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

#masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #x yn #marvel #dc #star wars #stranger things #attack on titan #castlevania #avatar the last airbender #waterparks #my chemical romance #emo bands #sandman #prey #predator #obey me #haikyuu #x you #kingsman #hunger games #maze runner #spiderverse #x y/n #writing #oneshots #what we do in the shadows #wwdits

[specialagentlokitty]

John x Male!reader - get you through it

Please, if you can, could I get a John Watson x male!reader (romantic relationship) where the reader goes a bit off the deep end mentally with depression after Sherlock ‘dies’, and then when he comes back the reader is just angry constantly at the feeling of abandonment and turn’s that anger onto themselves in the form of self harm. They don’t want to be angry with Sherlock but with the things they’ve experienced it’s hard for then so they blame themselves as the reason people keep leaving. Then John finds out why the reader has been so distant and has to clean up the wounds after a particularly bad day and promises that he won’t leave and he’ll help them get through it all. - Anon💜

TW: mentions of self harm and depression

When Sherlock died, it created a rift between you and John, he was mourning the loss of his best friend, and you were mourning the loss of your childhood friend, someone you saw as a brother.

While John threw himself into working, you threw yourself into any bar that would let you in.

You refused to go to the flat after that day, you stayed at your own flat, when John had the time to see you he would, but most of the time when he came by you weren’t in.

“(Y/N) the lights are on, open the door, please?”

John sighed, leaning against the doorframe, he tried texting, he tried calling, he’s tried everything short of calling the police to come kick your door down.

“(Y/N), open the door.” John called again.

A neighbour opened their door and peaked their head out.

“He’s not home love.” She said softly.

“His.. his lights are on, what do you mean he’s not home?”

John turned to the woman and she sighed a little.

“He came home earlier and turned them on and just left, hasn’t been in for hours. Sorry love.”

John nodded his head and tired to think of where you would be.

He didn’t have time to go check every bar for you, but something told him he wouldn’t find you in any of them.

He knew you, and after spending so long with Sherlock he had picked up a few tricks as well.

John tried calling you again, and he said when it went straight to voicemail.

It was getting darker by the minute, and he hadn’t seen you since this morning when you had punched Sherlock when he revealed he didn’t actually die.

“Come on… come on pick up your phone please…” he whispered.

He tried calling again, but again it went straight to voicemail. His messages were going through, so he assumed you were just actively sending him to voicemail.

He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to call the streets, he didn’t want to call Lestrade because he didn’t want to drag anyone else into this.

Sighing, john sat at your door, arms around his legs as he rested his head against the wall.

His phone chimed, and he quickly grabbed it, trying to unlock it as fast as he possibly could to see who the message was from.

Sherlock: he’s down by the river. Sitting under the bridge, Mycroft called to tell me.

John quickly jumped up and ran down the stairs as fast as he could, tripping up on a few but he carried on running.

He ran to street after street trying to get a taxi, and finally he got one and he told the driver where he wanted to go.

John didn’t need to get Sherlock to tell him where you were, John knew where you would be, because there was only one place by the river you liked to sit.

The taxi took too long for his liking, but when it stopped his threw the money at the driver and jumped over the railing, looking for the safest way down.

You were leant up against the bridge, taking a drink from the bottle next to you, you watched the water harshly hit the shore.

“(Y/N)!” John shouted.

You didn’t react the calling of your name, not seeming to process that someone was, in fact, calling out for you.

John stumbled to the bottom and grabbed the torch from his pocket as he turned it on and he started to carefully look around.

It was a large area, so it would’ve been easy to miss you, but as he walked forward he finally found you, just staring straight ahead.

“(Y/N)!”

John rushed forward, dropping to his knees next to you he set the torch down and turned your head towards him.

Your eyes were bloodshot, and you could barely seem to focus on him.

“You’re freezing, here, here.”

John took his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“It’s… it’s my fault…” you mumbled out.

You titled your head away from him and carried on staring out at the water.

“What’s your fault love?” John asked softly.

“E.. everything…”

John looked at you, and he watched you pick up the bottle, going to take another drink from it and John quickly took the bottle from you.

He tossed it aside, listening to the sound of the shattering glass before he turned his attention back to you.

“I’m taking you home, let’s go.”

John was angry in a way, not angry at you per say, but angry at Sherlock for driving to this, and angry at himself for letting it get this bad.

Wrapping one of your arms around his shoulder, john hauled you up, nearly toppling over when your body fell into his.

You could hardly walk, so getting you home was a mission and a half, but he finally did it.

John had to search your pockets for your keys, and when he finally found them he unlocked the door and helped you in and over to the sofa where you just fell with a heavy thud.

“(Y/N) you need to go to bed.”

John walked over and knelt down in front of you, placing his hand gently on your cheek.

“I’m.. I’m fine…”

You turned away from him and John sighed.

He decided to leave you there and he covered you up with a blanket going to lay in the other sofa but he couldn’t sleep.

Every so often he would check up on you, waking you up to make you drink some water but that was it.

It was late afternoon when you woke up and you slowly got up, pushing yourself from the sofa, you made your way to the cabinet across the room but you were stopped.

Johns hand was on yours, stopping you from opening it and you turned to him.

“You’ve had enough (Y/N).” He said softly.

“I’m fine John…”

John pushed you away from the cabinet and stepped in front of you.

“You’re not fine! Bloody hell you’ve been drinking every single night for months! You’re drowning everything you’re feeling in alcohol! That’s not fine!”

You scoffed, walking over to the sofa you sat down and crossed your arms and John sighed.

“I’m worried about you love, this isn’t healthy. I just want you to talk about it, talk to me, let him in and help you.” He spoke softly.

You shook your head.

“It’s… it’s nothing okay.. it’s nothing… I’m going for a shower.”

John couldn’t stop you, so instead he went into your room and tidy the mess up, binning rubbish and empty bottles, throwing clothes in the wash basket.

He didn’t think too much about the long shower, but then he came across it.

A bloodied towel.

And it wasn’t the only one, and John sat on your bed waiting for you to come through, but you didn’t.

The water had stopped, but you still hadn’t come out of the bathroom, so John walked over and knocked on the door.

“I’m coming in.”

He wasn’t warning you, he was telling you.

He was getting more and more worried about after everything he was finding.

He pushed the door open and found you sitting on the floor, back against the tub as you held a towel over your arms, but he saw the blood mixed with water next to you.

John walked over and crouched in front of you.

“What have you done…?” He asked.

You had tears in your eyes and you shook your head.

“What have you done (Y/N)?”

“I… I can’t do it John.. it’s my fault! It’s my fault Sherlock did what he did! It’s always my fault! It’s why he didn’t want to tell me he was back! It’s why he did it! Because of me!” You yelled out.

John reached out, taking your face between his hands as he turned your head to look at him.

“None of this is your fault (Y/N). Absolutely none of it, okay? Don’t blame yourself.”

You shook your head and rested your forehead against his arms, trying to take deep breaths.

“Let me help you okay? Show me what’s happened, please?” He begged softly.

So you did, you showed John your arms and what you had done, and all he could was take a shaky breath, fighting back his own tears as he nodded.

He shuffled to the side and started to dig under your sink, knowing you had a medical kit under there and he pulled it out.

“I’m going to take care of you, okay? I.. I’m going to fix this…”

John started to tend to your wounds, carefully cleaning them and apologising whenever he heard you hiss in pain.

He stitched the ones that needed it, and bandaged your arms.

“Is it too tight?” he asked softly.

You shook your head and John helped you up, saying he was going to clean everything up when he was finished.

He took your to your room and set you down on the bed, sitting next to you he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m not going anywhere okay? I promise…”

John looked at you, and he could see the fading scars and he knew this wasn’t something that had just come on.

“I’m going to get your through this…”

John held you softly in his arms, letting a few of his tears fall free as he felt you leant against him.

He wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, he was going to keep you close to him, and he was going to keep an eye on you because he couldn’t bare to loose you

#bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock x you #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc Sherlock imagine #john watson #john watson x reader #john watson x you #john Watson imagine

[stormyelliotwritez]

okie dokie so here's the fandom list and the characters i'll write for. i will update this at times so yeah, here we go.

supernatural (dean winchester, sam winchester (not soulless or lucifer sam though), castiel, lucifer, balthazar, bobby (platonic only for jack and charlie))

911 and 911 lone star (tk strand, carlos reyes, evan buckley, eddie diaz, paul strickland, christopher diaz (platonic only), chimney, hen, owen strand)

stranger things (eddie munson, steve harrington, the kids (only platonic), robin buckley (platonic only), nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, argyle, hopper, joyce)

house md (gregory house, james wilson, lisa cuddy and i can write foreman, chase and cameron but i can't promise it will be good. also im only on like season 3 so yeah.)

doctor who (any new who doctors and companions and friends tho coz im writing male reader bill, jenny and vastra will be platonic only coz otherwise that just feels weird also probably platonic for yaz and 13. also any masters because i love them and am obsessed with them)

hannibal (just hannibal and will coz im only on like the first season so it'll be based on vibes mostly)

star wars (like anyone basically just not palpatine and the creepy bad guys like the blue one or moff gideon. i am obsessed with clones and bounty hunters so yeah!)

batfam and dc (anyone basically coz ive got a pretty good grasp of most of their characters. if anyone requests the joker, i will probs mean like lego batman or the animated tv shows joker so the one who isn't an ass and is a bit gay. if they're lesbians, it will be platonic though.)

marvel (anyone like please just give me ideas of marvel stuff to write. i will need like a really good idea to be convinced to write for tony because he pisses me off sometimes. also team red and loki tv show are like my favs so i will write actual masterpieces for those)

criminal minds (the bau gang and also clyde easter like please just request him for giggles otherwise i'll just write stuff for him unprompted)

the mentalist, castle and bones (just the main crews)

good omens (aziraphale and crowley (platonic only) also like any of the other characters besides metatron because i wanna murder him in his sleep (: so yep)

marauders (the marauders obvs, the Valkyries and the Slytherins)

sherlock bbc (sherlock, john, molly, jim, greg, mycroft)

star trek (the one with chris pine) (bones, kirk, spock, scotty) (i can do the old tv show, i just haven't watched much)

the addams family (im talking like the live action movies and the animated because i watched one episode of wednesday and it sucked ngl so yeah. ill write for the whole family so yeppity yep)

shameless (the gallaghers tho not lip and debbie when they're in their problematic arcs mostly because im not up to there and also kev and v but only platonic for them and mickey ofc)

kingsman (eggsy, harry, merlin, agent whiskey)

ghosts bbc (any of the ghosts and also allison and mike)

gravity falls (anyone basically except for gideon and his dad)

hades the video game (anyone tho i don't think anyone would request this)

the x-files (mulder, scully, skinner, the lone gunmen)

spiderverse (hobie, miles, gwen, noir, pav, peter b parker, miles universe peter, miguel (only if you wanna get into a fight with him))

person of interest (reese, finch, fosco, carter, root) (i'm only on s2, i think)

i think thats it so yeah! :)

please send in requests tho ive got no idea if anyone will see this but yeah!

#x male reader #x m!reader #hades the game #stranger things #fanfic #x gn reader #x reader #shameless #ghosts bbc #kingsman #dc #batfam #gravity falls #the addams family #the mandalorian #boba fett #marvel #team red #loki #criminal minds #good omens #supernatural #doctor who #hannibal #star wars #911 #911 lone star #the mentalist #castle #bones

[maximwtf]

A Masterlist

-♥︎-  All works from different fandoms listed and linked here! -♥︎-

♥︎ - You’ll find the characters and fandoms I write for linked at the bottom !

♥︎ - Some rules for requests are there too.

Kirikaze beloved

♡ Genshin Impact

Beidou x Reader (platonic, action/fluff-ish)

Baizhu x Reader (hurt/comfort)

Baizhu x Reader (hurt/comfort)

Kamisato Ayato x Reader (angst/comfort)

Xianyun x Reader (chronic pain/comfort)

♡ Our Flag Means Death

Izzy Hands x Reader (injury)

Izzy Hands x Reader (chronic pain)

Izzy Hands x Reader (Injury/death)

Izzy Hands x Reader (hidden relationship)

Izzy Hands x Reader (love letters)

Izzy Hands x Reader (hurt/comfort-ish)

Izzy Hands x Reader (sword fighting)

Izzy Hands x Reader (whip scarring, hurt/comfort)

Izzy Hands x Reader (angst/comfort)

Izzy Hands x Reader (Fluff, re-blossoming love)

Stede Bonnet x Reader (comfort)

Stede Bonnet x Reader (fluff)

♡ The Magnus Archives

Jonathan Sims x Reader (worm bite)

Elias Bouchard x Reader (a burn)

Helen Distortion x Reader (Hurt/Comfort)

♡ The Arcane

Silco x Injured reader (death/gore)

Viktor x reader (comfort)

Viktor x reader (injury/comfort)

Heimerdinger x Sick Reader (comfort)

Dying Viktor x reader (death)

♡ Obey me

Simeon x reader

Asmodeus x reader (anxiety attack/comfort)

Lucifer x stressed reader (comfort)

♡ The Arcana

Julian Devorak x Sick! Reader (Red Plague/Death)

♡ Lord of the rings / The hobbit

Legolas x Male Elven Reader (Death/comfort)

Legolas x reader (injury) (1)

Legolas x reader (Injury/comfort) (2)

Legolas x Elven reader (Injury/Death)

Legolas x reader (Frostbite/fluff?)

Legolas x reader (Hair braiding/fluff)

Legolas x reader (Angst/no comfort)

Elrond x Elven warrior reader (injury)

Elrond x Injured reader (Dragon fire burn)

Elrond x Reader (Hurt/no comfort)

Thranduil x Elven warrior reader (Dragon fire scar)

Thranduil x Elven reader (grief)

Lindir x warrior reader (injury)

Aragorn x reader (Injury/death)

Kili x reader (injury/comfort)

♡ Steven universe 

Pearl x Gem Reader (hurt/comfort)

Pearl x Gem Reader (poofed/comfort?)

Pearl x reader (fluff)

Peridot x gem reader (limb enhancers)

Peridot x Sapphire! Reader / Pt.1

Peridot x Sapphire! Reader / Pt.2

Jasper x gem reader 

♡ Pokémon

Captain Ilima x injured reader

♡ Bbc Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes (Mycroft Holmes) x Sister reader

Mycroft Holmes x reader (overdose)

Mycroft Holmes x reader (trauma response/comfort)

Mycroft Holmes x reader (nightmares/comfort)

♡ Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow x pirate reader

♡ Squid Game

Sang-woo x dying reader

The Front Man x reader

♡ Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel reader (Trauma/comfort)

Lucifer Morningstar X Angel Reader (Injury/preening)

Lucifer morningstar x Deity reader

Lucifer Morningstar x reader (injury/comfort)

Michael x Angel Reader (Injury)

♡ Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

Newt Scamander X Witch reader

Newt Scamander x Animagus Reader (1)

Newt Scamander x Animagus Reader (2)

Platonic! Newt Scamander x Animagus! Reader

♡ Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby x Injured Reader (death)

Thomas Shelby (Ada, Polly) x Depressed Reader

♡ Inside Job

Myc x Reader (Hurt/comfort?)

♡ Cookie Run Kingdom

Almond x injured reader

Mango x reader (injured/comfort)

Pure Vanilla x injured reader (gore)

♡ Mystic Messenger

Jaehee Kang x dizzy Reader

♡ Undertale

Grillby x child reader (Injured/comfort)

! Characters and Fandoms I write for !

Keep in mind, I don’t write full blown smut. 

Platonic and romantic requests for everyone are fine.

Angst and hurt requests are always first priority, those are the easiest for me to write!

-♥︎-That’s it, love yall! -♥︎-

[yyutsuu]

Information + Masterlist

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I had some trouble with the gmail I previously used, on my previous account, I have successfully figured it out and will continue to post on this account

(Please someone help me how do you work tumblr 😭😭)

Note that there most likely will be some sort of spoiler if you are not up to date with the series

I absolutely adore sherliam and William, so if I currently do not have any requests, expect sherliam or William posts.

(No exceptionally fancy layout because I am not able to figure how Tumblr works 💀💀)

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Under normal circumstances, I will post once a week, though the amount of days may be shortened or extended by little amounts. That is depending on what I need to get finished during the week, since I usually try to fulfill requests.

I am currently taking requests.

Note that I will not write all requests, depending on the character and scenario (I may ignore a request if I know absolutely nothing about the topic or have not a clue on how to write it), processing time for any request may take up to weeks.

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Lime

-Extremely thin chance I will write actual NSFW, maybe a few head cannons-

Character x reader insert

Character x character

Romantic relationship

Platonic relationship

Mostly gender neutral reader

If not requested and involves body parts will mostly be gender neutral

If no detail on gender and involves some type of body part I will go with male

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

What I will not write:

As said before most likely no NSFW except head cannons

Lime of underage characters (obvious no NSFW)

Usual boundaries (I do not feel like listing them all 💀)

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

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Masterlist (characters I will write for):

Sherliam:

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William James Moriarty:

Sherlock Holmes:

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Albert James Moriarty:

Louis James Moriarty:

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Henry Antrim:

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Fred Porlock:

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Sebastian Moran:

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James Bond/Irene Adler:

Von Herder:

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Mycroft Holmes:

(If a character who is not present on the list is requested I will most likely accept it and add them)

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

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There is barely any mtp content on Tumblr ughh

I love those silly little fellas so much it’s painful

(English is not my first language and it also is not my last, so forgive me for any grammar mistakes)

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-yyutsuu on Tumblr and Wattpad-

!! Please refrain from reposting my work without permission !!

#yuukoku no moriarty #yukoku no moriarty #moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #louis moriarty #albert moriarty #mtp james bond #mtp x reader #mtp sherlock #mtp william #ynm #mtp x you #mtp albert #sherlock reader insert #reader insert #masterlist #billy the kid #moriarty imagine #louis james moriarty #sherliam #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #professor moriarty

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

SHERLOCK MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Testing His Deductions (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

High Pitched (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

Saturn (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

Why Not? (Sherlock X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Fell In Love (Sherlock X Fem!Reader) Pt1 Pt2

I'm Looking Right At Him (Sherlock X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

My Own Personal Hero (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

Deaf (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

John's Little Sister (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

We're Married (Sherlock X Wife!Reader)

Arms (Sherlock X Reader)

Low Risk (Sherlock X Teen!Reader)

Old Actions (Sherlock X Teen!Reader)

Bad Day (Sherlock X Teen!Fem!Reader)

Who's Getting Together (Greaser!Sherlock X Fem!Greaser!Reader)

Deducing A Deducer (Sherlock X Teen!Reader)

Past Resemblance (Sherlock X Teen!Reader) *TW

Uncle Locky (Sherlock X Niece!Reader)

Not Feeling Loved (Sherlock X Daughter!Reader)

Binder (Sherlock X Trans!Son!Reader)

Favourite Big Brother! (Sherlock X Baby!Brother!Reader)

MYCROFT HOLMES

A Friend In Need (Mycroft X Fem!Reader) *TW

Dirty Little Secret (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

Baby Sitter (Teen!Mycroft X Teen!Fem!Reader)

Falling In Love (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

You Love Me? (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

A Little Us (Mycroft X Wife!Reader)

Long Lasting Crush (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

Upstairs Neighbour (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

He Seems Nice (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Monsieur (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

You'll Be Alright (Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

Secret Relationship (Mycroft X Moriarty!Fem!Reader)

Baby Holmes (Mycroft X Pregnant!Reader)

Personal Case (Mycroft X Reader)

I'll Be Your First (Mycroft X Reader)

Mycroft? (Mycroft X Reader)

Your First Time With Mycroft Holmes Would Include...

A Need For Attention (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Honesty And Truth (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Walk Away (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Tattooed Skin (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Still Proud (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Tea Party (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Affection (Mycroft X Daughter!Reader)

Babysitting (Child Mycroft X Baby!Reader)

JOHN WATSON

Mental Scars (John X Fem!Reader)

MORIARTY

Keep Her Safe (James Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Unknowing Pawn (Moriarty X Holmes!Reader)

Based On Lies (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Expensive Flowers (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

The Normal One (Moriarty X Holmes!Reader)

Sebby's Sister (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Excuse Me? (Moriarty X Fem!Reader)

Read You Like A Book (Moriarty X Reader)

Seven Nation Army (Mycroft X Reader)

View (Moriarty X Teen!Reader)

Moriarty Helping His Sister Through An Abusive Relationship Would -Include...

Moriarty Dating A Hobby Artist With Anger Issues Would Include...

Wanting Normalcy (Moriarty X Teen!Fem!Reader)

MULTIPLE

You Made Her Cry (John Watson X Sister Reader, Mycroft X Fem!Reader)

Her Revenge (Sherlock X Fem!Reader X Moriarty)

The Dress (Sherlock X Sister!Reader X Mycroft)

Like Her (Sherlock & Mycroft X Sister!Reader)

Newbie (Sherlock, John & Lestrade X Fem!Reader)

Fitting In With The Weirdos (Sherlock, Mycroft & John X Fem!Reader)

Drama Queens (Sherlock X Reader X Mycroft)

Not Part Of The Plan (Moriarty X Holmes!Sister!Reader X Moran)

Comparisons (Mycroft X Fem!Reader X Sherlock)

OTHER

Overprotective (Molly X Sister!Reader)

Happy Anniversary (Molly X Fem!Reader)

Spotting The Odd (Eurus Holmes X Teen!Fem!Reader)

Bonding Time (Eurus Holmes X Reader)

The Flirting Game (Lestrade X Fem!Reader)

#Sherlock #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #john watson

[malereader-inserts]

Atlantis

Fandom: Sherlock BBC Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & Brother!Reader & Mycroft Holmes Summary: We built this town on shaky ground Word Count: 698

"I can't save us."

You stared at your brothers and John, the words echo the chamber that you were stuck in. You wanted to laugh, you wanted to cry and yet you were so numb to everything. Your eyes flickered to the television, swallowing your pride as you stood straight.

Sherlock gripped the gun tighter, looking at his options before him.

His best friend, the only one who truly loved him whether it was in a family way or something more profound, was the only stranger who loved him. Molly's love was nothing like John's. There was something different about the ex-solider, and perhaps deep within himself, he wanted to explore that unknown.

He glances over to his older brother, Mycroft did look pathetic. Sherlock would smirk at the fact, but he couldn't.In the back of his mind, he knows Mycroft would do anything for him if he were to utter such words to him. And Sherlock couldn't shake off the look of absolute fear in his brother's eyes, he knew he would feel guilty if he were to kill him.

Then, there was you. Sherlock would love to absolutely hate you, but he couldn't. You were his brother after all. The sane Holmes, the one that was the heart and soul of the family. He knows how Mycroft feels when he looks at you because all he wants to do is make the world a better place for you to thrive.

Though, as he glances at all three of you before him. John and Mycroft show fear, but you, there was nothing. Almost as if you had just shut your feeling off. Sherlock cannot compute why you weren't showing feelings, was it to make it easier for him?

"You can't save everyone, Sherlock," You softly hummed out, his eyes never leaving you, "The world wasn't made for me, we know that."

"You're my baby brother," Sherlock reasons, but you give him a gentle smile.

"I-"

"Sherlock, do not," Mycroft warned, his eyes threatening, "Not to him, not our baby brother."

"It's okay, Myc," You gently tell him, "I trust Sherlock, and I wasn't built for this world."

Sherlock wants to hate you, your words hurt him, you give him a loo. But, at that moment, Sherlock cannot comprehend what you're trying to tell him through your eyes.

"Remember when I was younger and I wanted you to play Atlantis? We were adventurers hoping to find the lost city," you chuckled at the memory of your very much older brothers playing with their ten-year-old brother, "Atlantis was never supposed to be found, it wasn't meant for this world, like me. And," you looked at your brothers, "And, I'm okay with that."

"Sherlock, please don't."

Sherlock lifted the gun shakily, ignoring his brother's pleads as you give him one last smile. John didn't know what to do, was he supposed to fight you on this subject, say that he wasn't significant at all. John looked hopelessly, knowing that whatever argument he started he will never win them.

"I'm happy with the life you've given me."

All three of them flinched from the echoing bang of the gun, three men refusing to look where you once stood. Mycroft's lips tremble as his eyes fixate on the floor, the white pristine floor, now he can see the pool of blood. He wants to throw up, he has never been good with gore-y stuff but knowing it's your blood, he wants to shut his eyes forever.

Sherlock dropped the gun, he was disgusted with himself. Why did he do that?

"I'm sorry Mycroft," He says, for once he meant it, "Tell me why this has to end like this?"

Mycroft had nothing to say, sparing a glance at your body, he noticed that Sherlock was merciful, aiming for the heart so that you were to have a quick death, he hopes that you hadn't felt much pain.

"I don't know brother."

Sherlock couldn't save all of you.

Mycroft wished he protected you.

You can't take back the words you said, you can't change what happened.

You hoped, just a mere second before your death, that your brothers will never blame themselves.

#sherlock bbc imagine #sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock #sherlock and mycroft imagine #sherlock holmes x male reader #mycroft x male reader #mycroft imagine #mycroft holmes imagine #platonic #angst #x male reader

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Hi! Thank you for writing my request! Louis & the reader were so cute 🥰 & Sherlock's & Mycroft's reaction was hilarious 😂👌

I also think your english is good too !

If you aren't to busy, can you write a second request for me ? This time it's William x male reader who's William's student. The reader used to swear & fight a lot to defend his commoner friends but then he falls in love at the first sight for his new math teacher so he decides to change, to be more polite, less violent & better at maths (his parents forced him to take maths even though he hates it). He also tries to hide his crush because his teacher may not like him. It's your choice if you want to make it an unrequited love story or not.

At first, I want it to be a female reader but then I remember William teaches in all-boys school & he probably would be uncomfortable with girls flirting with him.

Thank you for reading this & take your time !

Hello there!!!im glad to hear from u again!(☆▽☆)

Aww!im so happy you enjoyed it!

It was alright even if u requested it with a fem!reader. I would've sorted something out. But for now, I'll do this request with male reader!

I hope u like this one too!

Love,Luna

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For you, I'll change the world

Your left cheek still throbbed from where you were sitting on a medical bed in the nurse's office;your knuckles bloody and the pain shooting up to your arm.

The nurse had told you to stay put,that the principal will come to see you shortly,before leaving you alone in the small room.

After all,it wasnt your first fight.

Ever since you entered your new school,you began your rebellious behavior.

You dont even know why you get into these fights;maybe to go against your parents who forced you to transfer to this new school even though it was your last year;you had a small way till graduation. Maybe it was because of your age;it wasn't uncommon after all,for teenagers to start fighting out of nowhere. You kept skipping classes as well to sit on the rooftop and stare at the pale,blue skies. And on breaks,you would find yourself in the middle of fights. Whatever the reason to your actions were,you were going to finally get expelled and you were sure of it.

When you heard voices coming from the outside of the closed door of the nurse's office,you snickered;maybe you're parents learn their lesson and dont change your school all of the sudden.

But...when the door opens gently,you were ready to face the principal. Instead,someone completely different stepped inside.

Someone with hair like rich gold,and eyes like the most precious gems in the whole world.

The young man smiles at your bewildered expression and fold his hands behind his back.

"hello,y/n - san. Its nice to finally meet the school's famous rebel."

You blink at him dumbly.

"i-thanks- no wait,who are you?!"

And for some reason,you try hard to not heat up when he gives you a gentle smile.

"My name is William James Moriarty. I teach match in this school,but i suppose you wouldn't know that since you like skipping classes,no?"

There was definitely no hiding your flaring cheeks at that.

You huff,and cross your arms around your chest.

"so what if i dont huh? where's the principal?he was supposed to come here. Didnt he want to kick me out so bad?"

"well,i asked principal to come instead."

That definitely didnt help your suspicion at all.

"why's that?"

William smiles, "because,"he steps closer, standing right in front of you, "i was... curious perhaps,of why you would go through all the trouble to get into meaningless fights everyday."

You huff and smirk. But something in your heart flutters when the young man takes a sit beside you on the medical bed. With scarlet eyes,he searches your face for a second before his eyes are drawn to your hands on your lap. He extends his hands toward them which you quickly pull away.

"what are you doing?!"

He smiles,but doesnt draw his hand back.

"your hands are injured,no?let me take a look at them."

Hesitantly,you offer him your hands and when he starts using the bandages and salves in the cabinet,you cant help but to simply stare at him.

Who was this guy?

"i cant say i understand why you're doing all this," he says while cleaning your wound, feather touch, "my younger brother was never one to get into fights,and my older brother was the same. But i must say, everyone has a reason for the things they do." He applies some cream on your knuckles, "so,you must be the same. But i would rather it if you didnt hurt yourself like this."

He grabs some bandages and starts wrapping them around your hands. When he speaks next,he looks at you dead in the eyes.

You find yourself unable to look away from the deep red fire in them.

"if you want to prove something,do it some other way. Dont hurt yourself to prove a point."

You dont have time to reply before he gets up,and walks toward the door.

"care for yourself,y/n san."

And without another word,he leaves you alone with your thoughts.

Your 'thank you' is met with nothing but silence .

----

You dont see William for awhile...not until you attend his class for the first time.

And for for the first time,you feel nervous.

You can hear people shuffling all around you,but you just rather to stare outside the window.

The weather is awfully hot;you cant wait for you graduation in a month.

You're so lost in your own thoughts that you dont hear the teacher stepping inside the room and only snap out of your trace when someone calls out your name.

"I see i had the pleasure of finally seeing you in my classes,y/n san."

You shrug, "had nothing better to do,so why not?"

William smiles and nods your way,before turning back to the class.

"then lets start today's lesson,shall we?"

You had never felt so glad to attend a math class in your whole life.

---

The final exams were drawing near and you founded yourself studying till late.

For some reason,the mere thought of failing one of William's classes and disappoint him,always made an uncomfortable feeling twist in your gut.

So to avoid it all,you started studying harder than ever.

You weren't a bad or weak student by any means,no. You just didnt like studying. Your scores were average;enough to get you into a good college. But ever since attending to William's classes,you felt the need to be his top student.

You started studying day and night,so when it was finally the day before the exam, you could feel exhaustion settling in your bones.

"Alright class. You all did a good job,for today. Dont be nervous for tomorrow; rely on your knowledge and have a good night's rest tonight,alright?"

After giving him their agreements,the students began to leave the classroom. William started sorting out his papers neatly,head bent,and when the last student exited the classroom,he smiles and finally looked your way.

"y/n san,is there anything i can do for you?"

You grin and walk toward him, sitting on his desk and turning your body his way.

"there is one thing actually,sensei."

"and what's that?"

You lean on you hands,face inches away from William's.

You could see your own reflection in those bloody Oceans.

"go out with me."

There's a beat of silence where neither of you say anything. William searches you face,his silence making you starting to sweat.

And finally,after what feels like hours,he sighs and pushes away.

"that is not possible."

Your heart drops.

"why not?!"

"because," he makes his way toward the door,not looking at you, "you're my student. A teacher cant date his own student."

But this time,before he can leave you behind,you jump down from the desk and grab hold of his wrist.

"then!!" When he shoots you a curious glance,you pull at his hand, "then,sensei! tomorrow will be my last day at school!"

"and your point?"

He knew fully well.

"date me tomorrow after the last day of school!"

William doesnt answer,but when he moves to leave,you let go of him too.

"see you tomorrow,y/n san."

This time,the silence is deafening against the beating of your heart.

---

"alright everyone. You're time's up. Please hand over your papers."

When William announces that the time's up, everyone lets out a sigh of relief and groan.

You're days in school is officially over.

You silently hand over your paper to the person collecting them,not looking up as you start to pack your stuff to leave.

But as you're about to leave the classroom,to escape as soon as you can,the voice you dreaded calls out to you.

"y/n san. Please stay."

You swallow and wave for you friends to not wait for you,as you take a deep breath and turn around.

The classroom is empty,save for the two of you. The sun is setting; sending orange and golden lights through the window. The lights dance around William;making his blonde hair shine like pure gold,and set his scarlet eyes on fire.

You never knew that the burning of the fire could be this beautiful.

"Y/n san?"

You snap out of your trace, "yes sensei?!"

William lets out a small chuckle and leans against the windowsill.

"no need to call me that anymore;after all,im not your sensei anymore."

You nod,and hesitantly take a step forward

"then.what should i call you?"

A smile. Another step

"hmm...that depends."

Another step

"on what?"

You stand in front of him;lips hovering above one another.

"i recall i was promised a date."

"and?*

A single breath. Warm on your lips

"well,i wouldn't want my beloved to just call me 'sensei',now do i?"

And when his lips press against yours...

A whisper of his true name....of his real name...

.... you'd gladly embrace the fire that started to burn brighter in your life from that day forward.

Ps : its 3 am and i finally finished this after weeks. I hope you all like it (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)Gn

#moriarty the patriot fanfic #moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot #ask #william james moriarty x reader

[bonniebird]

December 2022 event info post

December 2022 pending list

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Christmas 2019

Christmas 2020

December 2021

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1. "(Character). Make (Character) stop wasting my wrapping paper or I hit them with the tube."

Rebekah mikaelson x Reader x Theo raeken

- Requested by: @nervousfandom​

- Notes: N/A

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2. “Do not eat the mistletoe”

Morpheus [The Sandman] x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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3. "Oliver got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our Christmas eve party. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, but as for me and Oliver, we believe."

Oliver Queen x Reader

- Requested by: @darknightfrombeyond​

- Notes: N/A

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4. "(Character) fell over in the snow and now they’re grumpy because they’re cold and wet."

Mycroft Holmes x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: bbc sherlock

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5. "All merry, no stress."

The handler x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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6. “All I want for Christmas is you.”

Bilquis x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: (American Gods), Need gifs

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7. "Did you hear! There has been so much snow that we have to stay in the great hall."

Barty Crouch Jr (Marauder era)  x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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8.  "Could we. . .cuddle? I’m a little cold."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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9. Christmas moodboard with a young (Marauders era) Sirius Black

(Marauders era) Sirius Black x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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10. "Are you eating my frosting? My gingerbread village won't have any snow"

Regulas Black (Marauders era) x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: reader is a Hufflepuff

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11. "You left and I thought you weren’t coming back."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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12. “Come and join me by the fire.”

Matthias Helvar x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: ✨soft, tender and romantic✨

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13. “Could we…cuddle? I’m a little cold.”

Steve Harrington x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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14. "You look cold, here share my cloak."

Jon Snow x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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15. "(Character) asked me to fake date them because their parents are coming over for the holidays. So I'm studying. I want to prepare."

Alcide x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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16. “Deck the halls with ...(Character)! I meant deck the halls as in decorate them, not hit them!”

Din Djarin [The Mandalorian] x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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17. "Do I look like I would be walking around with a carrot in my pocket on the off chance that you’d come across a hungry reindeer?"

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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18. “Come here. If you stand close to the dragons they will warm you.”

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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19. "How long ago did (Character) fall asleep?"

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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20. "I don’t have my coat and it’s freezing!"

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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21. "I want to dance with you. Come on. Dance with me in the snow."

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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22. "No one will kiss me. Even with all this mistletoe around."

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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23. "Oh! Come with me to the winter market!"

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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24. "Is that a Superman bauble?"

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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25. "The door is frozen shut. We’re stuck."

Evan Buckley x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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26. "The horses can’t get through the snow. We have to find a place to stay."

Prince Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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27. "Um. We’re clearly having a superior holiday moment because we’re wearing matching jammies."

Yelena Belova x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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28. "My grandma sent me over She heard that you’re spending the holidays alone and said you have to come and have dinner with us. She said if you don’t she’ll get out of her comfy chair and get you herself."

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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29. “Are you sure I’m the right person for you to fake date. Don’t you think I’m the kind of person your parents wouldn’t like you to be fake dating?”

Oliver Wood x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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30. “You look cold. Here share my cloak.”

Jon Snow x Reader

- Requested by: @bloedwraak​

- Notes: N/A

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31. "I just drove past (character). They were riding a reindeer while being chased by Santa. Is this something we should be ignoring or getting involved in?"

Remus Lupin (Marauders era) x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Need gifs

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32. "You can pretend you don’t care. You can fool the whole world. But I know differently."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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33. "I wish you'd drop by more often."

Rodolphus Lestrange x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Need gifs l  'enemies' who are kind of falling for each other

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34. "Come here. I bet you can fit in my coat with me and it’ll warm you up."

Theo x Reader x Rebekah

- Requested by: @nervousfandom​

- Notes: N/A

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35. "Are you sure I'm the right person for you to fake date? Don't you think I'm the kind of person your parents wouldn't like you to be fake dating?"

Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by: @hardladyheart​

- Notes: N/A

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36. "If you're cold you can have some of my drink. It's nice and warm."

David x Reader

- Requested by: @hardladyheart​

- Notes: N/A

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37. “Do I need to take a gift to the Christmas party?”

Alcide x Reader

- Requested by: @pnchingwalls101​

- Notes: N/A

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38. “ Did you drink my hot chocolate?”

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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39. "(Character) got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our Christmas eve party. You can say there’s no such thing as Santa, but as for me and (Character), we believe."

Stiles x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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40. I know that (Scott McCall) is stuck in his werewolf form. But do you think it’s inappropriate for me to put this doggie Christmas jumper on them?

Scott x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: N/A

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41. "Can you teach me how to wrap presents?"

Dream x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Need gifs

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42. “ Whatever you’re making smells amazing.”

Bonnie x Male!Claire!Reader  

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Need christmas / winter gifs

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43. “Love the giver more than the gift.”

Evie x Reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09​

- Notes: Need gifs

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44. “Ok. (Character) has a crush on (Character). But if we can get them to this holiday store by three, they’ll bump into each other and they’ll fall in love or something and then they won't be alone for the holidays.”

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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45. "You’ve never seen snow before?"

Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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46. "You’re shivering… let me get you another blanket."

Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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47. "You’re not a fan of the cold?"

Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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48. “I’m sorry all the hotel rooms are booked. There’s only one room available.”

Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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49. "What do you mean my mum thinks I’m dating (Character) and my dad thinks I’m dating (Character)!? I only needed one of you to pretend to date me!"

Billy x Fem!Reader / Steve x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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50. "A kiss under the mistletoe. You know mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it."

Jim Moriarty x Reader

- Requested by: @achromaticerebus

- Notes: N/A

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51. "Hey. I know... I know you're trying to avoid me, but just take this gift I got you and I will walk away."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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52. “Cozy sweaters are just blankets you can wear to work.”

Agent Tequila x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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53. "Are you going to stay out there in the cold all night?"

peter pettigrew marauders era x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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54. "(Character) caught a cold and I’m going to take care of them."

Theo raeken x Rebekah mikaelson x Reader

- Requested by: @nervousfandom​

- Notes: female sick reader

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55. "(Character) is cheating at the gingerbread house contest!" ?

Eric Northman x Reader

- Requested by: @atomicsoph​

- Notes: N/A

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56. "If you’re so cold maybe a kiss under the mistletoe could warm you up." 

Draco x fem reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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57. "Can you walk me home? I’m kind of over this whole christmas party."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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58. “Did you just steal the marshmallows from my hot chocolate?”

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader x Caroline Forbes

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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59. “I have dyslexia so I can’t tell if they’re writing a letter to Santa or satan.”

Dream x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: @sarahbullet235​

- Notes: N/A

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60. "It took me a while but I think I got just the right gift for you."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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61. “ I had my first kiss under the mistletoe!”

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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62. "Deck the halls with ...(Character)! I meant deck the halls as in decorate them, not hit them!"

Eddie Munson x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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63. "It's so cold"

Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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64. "Are you going to stay out there in the cold all night?"

Francis Freeman/Ajax x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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65. "Do you want to borrow my hat? You look cold"

Francis Freeman/Ajax x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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66. "(Character-Jason Todd) got all teary-eyed when I gave them their gift and now they won’t come out of the bathroom."

Jason Todd x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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67. "Ah! I spelled (Characters) name wrong on the gift tag! It was the last one."

Dick Grayson x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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68. "Everyone is celebrating."

Mick Rory x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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69. "How do you make hot chocolate"

Jake Stone x Reader

- Requested by: @gatefleet​

- Notes: N/A

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70. "Please help me shovel the driveway. I did some of it but I’m cold and tired."

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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71. "I noticed that the holiday preparation had stressed you out and you were getting pretty tired so I wanted to do something special for you."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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72. "I gave (Character) the gift they said that they wanted and they've been making this weird noise ever since."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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73. "Hey. I know... I know you're trying to avoid me, but just take this gift I got you and I will walk away."

Alcide x Male!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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74. "Come and join me by the fire."

Klaus x Male!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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75. "A balanced diet is a Christmas cookie in each hand."

Jake peralta x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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76. “Why are you at my christmas party?”

Madison Montgomery x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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77. (Character) covered me in glitter while we were making christmas decorations so I put them in a time-out until I’m not mad anymore

sparrow!ben hargreeves x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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78. "You can pretend you don’t care. You can fool the whole world. But I know differently"

Francis/Ajax x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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79. "Welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely."

Penelope Garcia x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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80. "Why is there a reindeer in a bell-covered harness in my living room."

Jason Todd x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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81. "You haven’t done your holiday shopping yet?"

Jason Todd x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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82. "(Character) covered me in glitter while we were making christmas decorations so I put them in a time-out until I’m not mad anymore."

Theo and Rebekah with reader

- Requested by: @nervousfandom​

- Notes: N/A

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83. For your gift, I'm taking you to the shelter to adopt an animal

Bonnie Bennett x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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84. I made hot chocolate!

Clary Fray x Male Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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85."(Character) fell over in the snow and now they’re grumpy because they’re cold and wet."

esme cullen x ftm reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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86. "For your gift I'm taking you to the animal shelter to adopt a pitbull" 

Tara Lewis x fem reader

- Requested by: @micheleamidalajedi​ 

- Notes: N/A

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87. I'll give it to someone special 

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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88. We brought you a little gift

Bonnie Bennett x Male Reader x Prudence Blackwood

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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89. All I want for Christmas is you

Allison Argent + Male!Martin reader 

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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90.  I’m throwing a Christmas party and if you don't come I'll be very upset

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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91. Did you just steal the marshmallows from my hot chocolate?

Nicholas Scratch x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: Grew up in human family

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92."We have an hour to take photos, mess up the apartment and get some of your stuff into my place so my parents think that we’ve been together this whole time."

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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93. Oh! Come to the winter market with me 

Carmen Eguiluz x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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94."Will you come inside. It stopped snowing, this is closer to a blizzard now."

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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95. I'm entering a cookie bake-off and I need a team

Emmett Cullen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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96. I don’t want to be alone

Jeremy Gilbert x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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97. "I realized that Christmas is the time to be with the people you love."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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98. (Cora) hit me with a snowball

Cora Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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99. I’ll be honest, ok. Just don’t get mad. I told everyone you’re my date because I didn’t want to go to this Christmas party alone. I know I should have told you but I didn’t want you to be mad.

Meredith Sulez with a male reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09​

- Notes: N/A

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100. "(Luther Hargreeves) has been cooking dinner for two days."

Luther Hargreeves x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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101. “I know that (Liam) is stuck in their werewolf form. But do you think it’s inappropriate for me to put this doggie christmas jumper on them?”

Liam Dunbar x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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102. "Merry Christmas darling"

Dwayne (Lost boys) x fem!reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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103. "Could we. . .cuddle? I’m a little cold."

Fangs Fogarty x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: Fangs has an ongoing crush on reader and he tries an approach...

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104. "I woke up the day after Halloween and everything was decorated for the holidays. I don’t know how (Midge) did it all in one night without waking me up."

Midge Klump (riverdale) x best friend! reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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105. "I'd always choose you."

Brett Talbot x shy!reader

- Requested by: Reader is very surprised that Talbot choose them on his team. To which a very serious Brett answer

- Notes: N/A

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106. "All I want for Christmas is you."

Reggie Mantle x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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107. "Hmm. A large pile of snowballs... (reader) laying flat on the ground and groaning in pain. Nothing suspicious about that at all."

Eddie Munson x fem/new dating/reader ft. The Hell Club

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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108. This is the best gift I've been given and I will cherish it forever

Enid Sinclair with a male reader

- Requested by: @shadowcatgirl09​

- Notes: N/A

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109. Maybe I'm sick. Maybe I wanted you to look after me

Bianca Barclay x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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110. We go together like hot chocolate and marshmallows

Jeremy Gilbert and a female Bennett!reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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111. "I'll have a hot chocolate. I want mint flavouring, crushed candy cane, whipped cream and as many marshmallows as you can fit in the cup"

Deigo Hargreeves  x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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112. "Oh! I have reindeer food and some carrots. I also have something that the store clerk said was snowman food but I’m starting to suspect it was just really expensive glitter."

Gentle!Tyler Galpin x supernatural!reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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113. “I know that (Character) is stuck in their werewolf form. But do you think it’s inappropriate for me to put this doggie christmas jumper on them?” 

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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114. "You can come sledging with me. I’ll let you sit on my lap on the way down the hill."

Derek Hale x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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115. I-I brought you a gift

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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116. "Baby, it’s cold outside"

  Theo Raeken x reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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117. "I just found out that Mr. Chandler and Dr. Frankenstein swapped secret Santa gifts. I may have put a crazy love note in one of the gifts."

Dr. Victor Frankenstein, Penny Dreadful x Reader

- Requested by: @gatefleet​

- Notes: N/Acome

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118. Did you just say frost fairy? As in...A fae?

Allison Argent x Male Reader x Clary Fray

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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119. “Come and join me by the fire.”

David Powers x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: N/A

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120. "Why’re you wrapping me up like a gift?"

Sweet Pea x reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: Fangs Fogarty wraps a wonderful gift (reader) for his best buddy

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#december2022 #bonniebird

[ssanovak]

Hi! I saw your account on SpecialAgentLokitty's page and thought I could request something

How about:

- Mycroft Holmes x Male! Twin! Reader - set after Eurus in Sherrinford and its them explaining to their parents why they put her in Sherrinford.

- Jim Moriarty x Male! Twin! Reader - Reader is a hired contract killer and get hurts somehow. The phone call that Jim has at the swimming pool ("if you're lying to me, I will find you and skin you.") is about Reader.

Feel free to ignore this if its not your thing. Have a great day!!

Hi! Yes I LOVE these requests! I can defo get straight on the Jim one as I’ve watched all his eps many times over, but I’d have to rewatch the Eurus stuff and potentially the interactions between Mycroft and his parents too, so give me a bit to think about that one & rewatch? Thanks for the requests!!