Sherlock-x-Reader

*Story includes Child!Sherlock,Child!John, & Child!Mycroft also. You sigh wearily as you enter the house, relaxing for a minute upon the fixture of the door before kicking off your shoes, shrugging off your school bag, and heading to the parlor. There you are immediately by John and Sherlock, who were currently working away at constructing a fierce empire of Legos. The moment John catches sight of you the brunette hops to his feet and dashes over to throw his body into yours. The small boy is all smiles and you cannot help but grin in kind. You would probably never understand, but there was something about John that could always brighten the

Sherlock glared at you as you entered the supermarket together the whoosh of air conditioning hitting him. He had asked you to run to the store and buy him something and now, somehow, he was standing next to you. He refused to move from the door which attracted many odd looks. “Please remind me why I’m here?” You glanced up at the scowling man before linking your arm through his and gently pulling him away from the door. Grabbing a basket you made your way towards the fruit and vegetables pulling along Sherlock. “It’s a learning experience for you. You can learn how to shop and deduce things about everyone and

‘I’m home,’ you call up the stairs of 221B Baker Street. You lugged the shopping bags with you until you finally reached the flat that you shared with your best friend John and his roommate, Sherlock. You’d been living with them for about 2 months now and you were never bored with the antics that were going on. ‘Thank god you’re back (y/n), I need to go out. Anywhere but here, just make sure he doesn’t blow the place up or something,’ John sighed as he indicated to Sherlock who was lying on the sofa curled up and facing the back of it. John threw his coat on, kissed your cheek and ran out the

Theme 41: Companions The Factory Assignment Sherlock x Reader Brown orbs flashed with a hint of a glare. Her brows were furrowed together and the edges of her mouth were drawn into a frown. The tapping of her foot was enough for me to deduce that she was gravely annoyed. There were multiple possible causes for this; seven to be exact. But in the meanwhile, it was far too many for me to narrow down. “Well?” she spat, crossing her arms against the thin red fabric of her raincoat. It had been the very same that she snatched furiously out of my hands with a scowl three months ago. She had left in such a rush that she complet

Sherlock flicked through his notepad which detail all the little changes in you that had occurred in the last five months. The fact that you had thrown up purely in the mornings for a time and the slight changes in your eating habits as you developed a craving for Greek stuffed peppers. Even though he knew you were pregnant, and had known for quiet some time, he had not said anything. He knew how special this was to you, it was clearly written all over yours and John's faces. In an attempt not to ruin your happiness or that of his only friend he had kept quiet. It almost killed him. You and John arrived back from the theatre chatting and lau

 Theme 27: Longing Unexplained Sherlock x Reader The day had been like any other. Rain poured down causing water to cascade down a red umbrella as light footsteps made their way down Baker Street. Most people would have been compelled to take a taxi in this sort of weather but she wasn’t most people. It was all apart of the game afterall. As the girl made her way to 221b, her knuckles rapped against the wood of the door. After closing the umbrella, she awaited patiently for the landlady Mrs.Hudson to get the door. “Why, hello love.” The older women greeted the other with a smile. “It’s nice to see you a

Pulse rate increased, cheeks reddened and pupils dilated. Sherlock deduced all this as he placed his hand on your knee. He looked at you, his blue eyes taking in everything; your (h/c) messy plait, the pushed up sleeves of your jumper, the slightly chipped nail varnish on your toes that was just visible as you sat crossed legged on the sofa. You were engrossed in a television programme and he gently squeezed your knee again producing the same response from your body. “Hmm, what do you want?” Your eyes remained firmly fixed on the screen yet your head tilted slightly towards him. Sherlock did not respond but continued to look at

Roses, lilies and orchids assaulted your nose as you opened the door of Baker Street; the delivery man forced the flowers onto you then left. Looking at the card that was attached you smiled: ‘Clichéd but I wanted to do this properly.’ Sherlock may not understand dating and feelings but he is trying you thought to yourself as you headed upstairs. You searched the kitchen and finally found a glass that could act as a vase which you rinsed- not sure what it had held previously. You added the flowers and their food. The gift of the flowers made you sure of Sherlock’s views of you, especially when you considered the arg

The winter air continues to grow crisp as the December days draw closer to their end. John sits in the cafe he frequents and personally favors. It’s simple and quaint and so very absent of madness, scandals, and currently Sherlock. Just a book and a fresh cup of coffee. John is pleased. The bell on the café door sounds and each time it does Watson cringes, fearing Sherlock has come to collect. It’s true that he does enjoy their jaunts, but a rest was certainly overdue. As of late, Sherlock was still caught up in that hotel case they’d stumble upon. The man was rather livid that the trail had run cold, leaving him ina

Chapter:3 The Case of Mercury and Venus (Part 1) During the entirety of the ride Sherlock keeps his eyes on the slip of paper with the numbers 1221. That slip of paper had become his obsession over the past few days. The trip to that hotel had been a dead end and they mostly wound up listening to the hotel manager blather on and on about the rare flowers in the hotel. Not much useful information turned up no matter how much they scoured. Nothing but that slip of paper and what good it turned out to be. The cab pulls up to the scene and Sherlock is swift to exit the vehicle and all but ignore the yellow and black crossing tape. As Watson exi