BBC Sherlock - Mrs HudsonIn the time Doctor John Watson had spent with Sherlock Holmes he had learned many of the man's strange little idiosyncrasies.BBC Sherlock - Mrs Hudson5 years ago in Fan Fiction
The habit of sticking the post to the mantelpiece with a knife he discovered on the very first day. The emergency pack of cigarettes concealed in a small Persian slipper behind a stack of books took a while longer (It was unopened; much to Sherlock's pride the detective was doing remarkably well with quitting smoking.) The fact that, when Sherlock has exhausted himself with a case, his sleep is silent but on the rare occasions when he sleeps just for the sake of it he snores like a particularly troublesome drain unblocking took still longer to discover.
John had thought that he had found out all that there was to know about the detective in the near two years since he had first moved in with Sherlock. Although, he willingly admitted with a great deal of amusement, today had most definitely proved him wrong.
He had learnt three things today. One- You should never
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 3Just as you were grabbing your sketchbook excitedly, there was knock on the door. You caught Sherlock giving a fond grin as he pulled it open to greet an adorable older woman who you instantly knew was Mrs. Hudson.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
You shifted nervously, tugging at your clothes and running a quick hand through your hair as you heard her begin, “Hello Sherlock dear. Was I mistaken in believing that today is the day John said his younger sister was to arrive?”
You felt a reassuring hand on your shoulder and looked nervously up at you brother. He knew you’d recently developed a dislike towards meeting new people because your personality tended to be a little overwhelming – at least, that’s how you’d put it. You looked at the ground as John announced, “You were not, Mrs. Hudson. This is my little sister, (F/N).”
Sherlock gave you an odd look as you quickly stuck out your hand and mumbled stiffly, “It is so very nice to meet you, Mrs. Hudson. John speaks
Mrs Turner's Got Married OnesMrs Hudson met her neighbour Mrs Turner in the supermarket, both of them buying sausages for the grill.Mrs Turner's Got Married Ones4 years ago in Short Stories
"Oh, hello, Mrs Turner!" Mrs Hudson exclaimed with delight. "I haven't seen you in a while; how are you doing?"
Mrs Turner- who was a rather voluptuous old woman with curly red hair- smiled pleasantly.
"I've been very well, thank you, and yourself?"
The landlady waved a hand. "Oh, you know. Ups and downs. It's the hip."
A nod of empathy from Mrs Turner. "Oh, tell me about it."
The till bleeped awkwardly, doing as it was told when it was told and the line of shoppers shifted up a little. Mrs Turner put her green shopping basket up on the conveyor belt and began unloading her items.
"How are your boys?" she asked Mrs Hudson, sounding very interested. She'd heard of her tenants and had wanted to find out more, but did so without seeming too rude or upfront.
Mrs Hudson laughed. "Oh, my boys. Aren't they something? Always up to mischief, can't keep them quiet! That racket keeps me awake a
Hudson's CatColoured the same colour as the Grim Reaper's wife uses to dye her husband's robes, the tufty-haired kitten collapsed in a clumsy heap in front of the crackling fire place; purring and stretching in its warmth. The kitten was the newest member of the Hudson household, and had been found only yesterday morning by the youngest daughter: Martha Hudson, traipsing through the snowy streets, pointed triangle ears barely visible through the white flurries. She'd spotted the soaking, trembling creature as she skipped home from school, and had instantly taken a shine to it. Concealing it beneath her jacket oh the thing wouldn't stop squirming!- she'd shuffled into her room immediately and dried the dripping cat until it was as fuzzy as a ball of yarn. Now it lay on the carpet, content and purring happily like a cub.Hudson's Cat4 years ago in Short Stories
It was a scruffy little thing with strong legs from running and the most beautiful fur. When Martha went to cuddle it she allowed her fingers to become lost in the
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 73“The boyfriend is without a doubt guilty, that heartless prat,” you exclaimed, nearly throwing your newest crane towards the source of the noise. Mrs. Hudson chuckled looking up from her task of pulling rollers from your hair at the TV screen and wondered if maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to introduce you to The Jeremy Kyle Show.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 732 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
She’d enjoyed her day with you, treating you like the daughter she’d never had since it was obvious to her that those boys upstairs had no idea how to take proper care of a woman. You’d come to her with your hair in a tangled mess wearing the same set of nightclothes you’d borrowed from John nearly three days before, so she’d set to work.
After some assurances and protests from you, Mrs. Hudson had allowed you to go over to your flat alone to change and gather some things and you came back dressed in a loose white cotton v-neck and a pair of blue and white striped pajama shorts with a cute flowery lace edg
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 36John literally jumped out of his chair when he heard you open the door downstairs, meeting you halfway up the stairs as he struggled to yank his jacket on, “Thank god you’re home. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 362 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
“I was busy. I turned it off after the fifth text,” you replied, stopping your ascent of the stairs to talk to him.
He let out an exasperated sigh, “I need to go… somewhere that’s not here. Anywhere. I’ll be back later.”
You just waved a hand and continued up the stairs, “Go. I’ve got it.”
“Thanks Squeak.” He called up the stairs and then bolted out of the flat.
You took a deep breath before swishing into the flat to sit on the coffee table, “Alright Sherlock. I’m home. What do you need?”
“Who said I needed anything?” he grumbled from his place facing the back of the couch in what looked to be only a sheet, which was tightly wound around him like a c
Mistletoe4:31Mistletoe3 years ago in Short Stories
Careful when you come in.
Mrs. Hudson is trying to hide mistletoe around the flat.
Inconvenient. But why does that equal my need for caution?
Because she's taken to hiding in the closets when I come in so I don't see what she's up to. Wouldn't want you to attack her because you don't realize it's her.
John, I could recognize her perfume from a mile away.
It was a statement of fact, not an insult!
Why is she hiding mistletoe around the flat anyway?
She does it every year.
Yes, but in the past years you and I where only friends and she was attempting to remedy that. Now we're a couple and it serves no purpose
I don't know – nostalgia?
Yes I'm sure she looks back fondly on the days when you refused to go through the door-way behind me because of the mistletoe over it. Ah, the memories.
Stuff it. Besides, everything was different then.
BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 19- The LandladyImages flashed through your mind- gunshots, blood, sneering men, pain, dimly lit hallways-and you shot straight up, groping for the knife you usually kept under your pillow. When you didn’t find it you panicked slightly and rolled off the bed to the cover of the floor with a soft thud, on guard as your eyes adjusted to the dark unfamiliar environment.BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 19- The Landlady2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
It wasn’t until you moved slightly and stepped on a discarded shirt that you remembered where you were and realized you’d been sleeping in Sherlock’s bed. You relaxed and rubbed your face tiredly. Your brain had only let you sleep the minimum amount required, around five hours, and, while it certainly wasn’t enough, you were used to it.
You groaned, shoved yourself up from the floor, and trudged out of the room with a yawn. You lost yourself in thought, mainly debating coffee or tea, and absent-mindedly shuffled to the kitchen, not even noticing John and Sherlock in the living room.
You decided on juice inste