Sherlock X Teen!Reader Gradual Love Ch. 1More Like This
221B Baker Street was many things. So many, in fact, it would take too long to write them all down. All of the pros and cons of this little flat were spectacularly varied. One thing it was not, however, was boring.
After all, 221B Baker Street was the household of the world's greatest detective, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Granted, he got bored easily, as he was a complete genius, but even his attempts to cure boredom were beyond extraordinary. His recent favorite cure had been shooting at the wall. Something his flat-mate, John Watson, was not extremely fond of. Well, at least he wasn't shooting a living creature.
Of course, Sherlock's main stimulant happened to be difficult brain work. Not difficult in a sense for you or I, like a puzzle or a game: but murders: clever, different, impossible murders. Sherlock Holmes was a detective, well, to be more specific, a consulting detective. He claims to have invented the job, and technically, he has. Being a 'consulting detective' mean
Sherlock Holmes X Reader ~The Mistake~Sherlock Holmes has made a fatal mistake and let it slip under his nose. Or maybe he's allowed it to slip past his nose, in the small, faint hope that those around and about him will not notice. Perhaps he has, in the fact that he is so smug and taken with his intellect that he believes no one will be able to believe the facade that he thinks he has concocted. Or perhaps his nose is so large that it's blocked out the idea that he has let this fatal mistake that will now slowly, slowly wear and tear him down, bit by bit by bit...by infinitesimal, miniscule, microscopic bit.More Like This
At least, this is what you ponder upon as you enter the room where he stands upon a couch very much so worn down and run ragged by him standing upon and pacing back and forth, a sight not uncommon to you as you have often frequented this flat where he now, for the moment, resides alone.
"Sher-lock Holmes?" you ask, allowing the second syllable of his name to run past your lips in a mockery of a name worthy of
A Fluffy Surprise- Sherlock x Reader Oneshot“Sherrrrlockkk!” you sing, skipping up the stairs to the flat that you shared with your detective boyfriend. “I’m baaackkk!”More Like This
The tiny, grey bundle in your arms mewled softly, staring up at you with opal eyes filled with curiosity. “Hush now, little guy,” you say to the kitten, tapping its nose gently and scratching it behind the ears. “I want you to be a surprise.”
You had adopted the delightful Persian kitten from a shelter not far from where you worked, the grey catching your attention as you had walked past. And when you had locked your eyes with it, you knew it was just meant to be. But there was a reason to why you had adopted him, not just because it was drop-dead adorable. Your boyfriend, the great consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, missed you terribly when you worked, which was most of the time. Performing a job that you made-up didn’t exactly pay well, so to compensate you worked overtime. While he would neve
SherlockxReader: Serial KillerMore Like This
A loud blast rang out from the small apartment on 22B Bakers street, causing you to sigh. It seemed your upstairs flat mate was bored again. You made your way upstairs and pushed open the door. Standing in the center of the room was the disgruntled man in question. His curly brown hair was sticking up in all directions, from tossing in bed, and his ice blue eyes were staring at the smiley face drawn on the wall. A pistol dangled in his hand from shooting at the smiley face like he always did when he was bored. The great Sherlock Holmes was a genius, but that caused him to become bored very easily.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Sherlock asked, setting his gun on the coffee table.
You stepped into the flat after shutting the door behind you. "Where's John?" Doctor John Watson, Sherlock's flat mate, and often his assistant on cases. He usually was the one that kept Sherlock from taking his boredom out of poor Mrs. Hudson's wall.
"He's out on a date." Sherlock dropped into his chair
Christmas Kiss: Sherlock x ReaderYou had been running around all day trying to get ready for Christmas. After buying everyone’s present you had busied yourself finding cards and wrapping paper. Then came the choosing of the decorations; red or green, silver or gold, tinsel or beads. Eventually you had everything you needed and struggled back to Baker Street.More Like This
Once safely up the stairs you began decorating. Soon the mantelpiece and the mirror above it were decked out with silver tinsel. The miniature Christmas tree was covered in red and green baubles and the sprig of mistletoe John’s latest girlfriend had bought over was hanging in the doorway.
As no one was home you sat on the floor writing cards and signing them ‘(Name), John and Sherlock.’ Knowing that the men would never get round to writing their own. Glittered brushed off from the cards and covered the floor and your jeans. Sherlock returned to find you singing Christmas songs and covered in varying colours of glitter, a look of puzzlement
Sherlock x Little!Reader: A New Perspective Part 1More Like This
Everything in life happened for a reason, or so the old saying goes.
So does that mean there was a reason for your parents to die?
Jolting upright in your bed with a startled yelp, your tiny hands clenching into fists as you attempt to recover from the vivid nightmare you had just experienced. Your mind started to race again as you remembered that awful night just two short months ago, when your parents had been brutally murdered by a wicked man, whose name you couldn’t really remember in your manic, sleepy state. The only thing you could remember was the letter ‘M… something was important about that letter, but you pushed it out of your mind as you stared into the darkness all around you, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Grabbing your stuffed bunny, you dashed down the hall to your Grandma Mrs. Hudson’s room, only to pause for a moment as you listen to the quiet tapping of feet coming from upstairs.
Someone was actually awake!
Not wanting to disturb your Gra