propmt Sherlock no longer chase's after criminal's or insult the yarders because it's Greg's fault and he's rather proud of his chubby detective.
A prompt! And I answered it! Incredible. New fatlock content incoming.
This is obviously set before Sherlock met John. Hope that’s ok.
Looking back now, thefirst year of their acquaintance seemed almost absurdly unrealistic.Sherlock had been so young, painfully skinny, and he’d seemed notonly unwilling but unable to stay in one place for any length oftime.
Greg should never have lethim enter a crime scene, however much impressed (or, let’s be honest,shocked) he’d been with Sherlock’s deductions. Donovan had beenhorrified with him. But Sherlock had proven so remarkably effectivethat Greg hadn’t put up much of a fight after the first time.
There were only threeproblems. The first one was Sherlock’s mortifying way of insultingGreg’s colleagues with things he’d deduced, which Greg knew wouldn’tend well in the long run. The second one was that Sherlock often tookit upon himself to chase down criminals, which was simply way toodangerous and should have been left to the police, goddamnit. Thisone sometimes even led to Greg shouting at Sherlock in frustration,though it seemed not to have any effect. Arguably the most annoyingproblem was Sherlock’s tendency towards presenting him with thesolution to a case and an explanation that he clearly deemedexhaustive, but that left Greg blinking in confusion minutes afterSherlock had already taken off god-knew-where.
As a result, Gregstruggled with completing his paperwork for many of those cases.There had to be a way to make Sherlock stop insulting everyone, makehim more cautious, and also start sitting down and explaining untilGreg understood.
So it was that Greg textedSherlock one day telling him to drop by his office that afternoon.Maybe if he could just get Sherlock to listen to him for a fewminutes so he could explain these problems, maybe he would change.
Greg almost dropped hisfork in surprise when Sherlock actually showed up, just as Greg hadtaken the remnants of the platter of different cakes and biscuits theYarders had ordered for tea into his office and was enjoying a sliverof apple tart.
“You came!” heexclaimed, ending up spreading crumbs on his shirt.
Sherlock raised an eyebrowat the display and sat down, immediately slouching down in the chairand pulling out his phone. “Did you call me here for a reason ordid you just want a witness to your embarrassing ways?” he said,not looking at Greg.
Greg swallowed and thenbrushed off the crumbs with a sigh. “I wanted to talk to you abouta few things and I’d really appreciate it if you could give me yourundivided attention. Just for a few minutes.”
“This includes,” Gregsaid through his teeth, “putting down your phone.”
Sherlock stilled and then,incredibly, actually pocketed his phone and sat up. “Alright then.Out with it.”
Greg couldn’t helpfrowning slightly, but then he did start explaining his concerns.Sherlock replied with mhms and little nods, but he wasn’t making eyecontact and… he wasn’t listening, was he? In fact, his gaze seemedto be slipping over to the cakes and biscuits that were stillstanding on Greg’s desk.
When he realised this,Greg let his sentence trail off, blinked, and asked, “Sherlock,would you like some cake?”
Startled, Sherlock lookedup.
“You just… seemed likeyou wanted some,” Greg awkwardly tried to explain.
Sherlock opened his mouth,closed it again, frowned at nothing for a moment, and shrugged. “Thecarrot cake looks… acceptable.”
Greg’s lips quirked and heput the slice on his empty plate, handing it over to Sherlock, who,to his surprise, wasted no time in getting to work diminishing it.
“Now if you’re ready topay attention, the things I wanted to discuss–”
Sherlock cut him off,speaking between bites. “I was listening, don’t repeat yourself.I’d much rather help you review those cases now.”
Greg bit his lip, unsurewhether to follow Sherlock’s wishes, but ultimately it did seem likea significant step forward. So with a shrug he pulled out theirlatest case and opened the unfinished report on his computer.
The next two hours went byquickly, and when he was finished typing it all up, he’d reached theend of his shift. In the process of explaining everything, Sherlockhad helped himself to a second piece of cake and a few biscuits, butGreg wasn’t about to say anything and destroy this uniqueopportunity.
He leaned back in hischair and stretched. “Guess we’re finished here for today,” hesaid, fighting a yawn. He was tired, but in a good, satisfying way.
Sherlock swallowed anotherbite of biscuit and rolled his eyes. “Took long enough.”
Greg let the remark slipand instead got up, pulling on his jacket. “Well, I’m done for theday, so you’re leaving too. Do you want to have the rest of the cake?Otherwise I’ll just throw it away.”
Sherlock’s eyes widened.“Yes! Yes, I’ll… I’ll just give it to Mrs Hudson.” He nodded,as if to make himself believe his own obvious lie.
What surprised him evenmore was that Sherlock showed up at the same time the next day,saying that Greg obviously had a backlog of cases he’d been unable toproperly explain.
It was surprisingly lovelyto have Sherlock in his office with him. They talked for a fewminutes whenever he needed an explanation, but there were longstretches of silence too, and once again Sherlock revealed his sweettooth. He quite obviously couldn’t help indulging in the cake tray,just as he had the day before.
This pattern continued forthe rest of the week. Sometimes Sherlock wandered around his officelooking at every little thing in the room. Sometimes Sherlock fiddledwith his phone. Every evening he took home the rest of the cake.
A few days later there wasa new case that Greg consulted Sherlock on. To Greg’s amazement,Sherlock visibly tried to keep himself in check when talking to theother Yarders. When he did let a biting remark slip, it was a smallone and clearly done without intention. From time to time Sherlock’seyes met Greg’s as if to check he was doing alright.
Sherlock solved the casequickly and, even more amazingly, came back to the Yard with the restof them. Greg was a bit mystified by it, until he noticed Sherlockmaking a beeline toward the cake tray right upon their arrival. Gregcouldn’t help but smile.
Even after the “backlogof cases” had been worked off, Sherlock continued to drop by everyafternoon like clockwork. Greg was still somewhat baffled, but hedidn’t dare question his luck. After all, Sherlock’s presence wasalways welcome, and that Sherlock would choose Greg to spend his timewith was rather flattering.
Maybe he should have seenit coming, given how little Sherlock had used to eat before all this,but eventually Sherlock’s shirts began growing a bit tight, alongwith everything else. A small belly was soon pushing against thebuttons, and when Sherlock took off his coat, his slightly thickerarms and broadening arse could be seen. Greg could hardly draw hiseyes away. Sherlock’s trousers were straining at the seams, hisshirts pulled in ways that said an upgrade was in order… All said,it was slightly distracting and very surprising.
Summer turned into winterand even though there were additional sweets all around the Yard,Sherlock was now able to finish the entire leftovers before theirmeetings were finished and spent the last half an hour fidgeting,almost looking like he was about to leave.
Greg didn’t like thisdevelopment, and yet he had no excuse for what he did in reaction toit – he increased the Yard’s daily cake order by quite a fewslices. The next day, Sherlock’s eyes practically glowed when he sawthe unusually full cake tray.
Soon enough, Greg plannedahead so much that he always had some food in his car when they wenton a case, so that Sherlock had something to munch on when the moodstruck. He didn’t only buy cake for this though, opting for somevariety that included vegetables and fruit, but also fatty pastries.Sometimes they took breaks even while on the scene so he could takeSherlock to a chippy or a pizza place. It seemed that once his sweettooth had helped Sherlock get over his distaste of eating, he becamea lot more open to greasy fast food.
The months passed andSherlock became increasingly peaceful and well-liked among theYarders. No insults were heard from him anymore, and it becameobvious to everyone just how essential Sherlock had made himself totheir work.
The other, even moreobvious, change was Sherlock’s weight. Greg continued to watch inrapt fascination as Sherlock replaced his clothes and replaced themagain, his belly and butt growning, his arms thickening, his facesoftening. Soon enough, he was unable to even pull on his coat, muchless close it. His legs started rubbing together. And yet he didn’tseem to be slowing down, his increased appetite still growing. Gregcouldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Sherlock without food inhis hands. Mornings spent in the lab and afternoons spent in Greg’soffice meant that he wasn’t getting any exercise at all anymore.
Oh, and Greg’s worriesabout Sherlock chasing down criminals became completely unnecessary.Sherlock deemed it an unnecessary risk these days it seemed, not thathe would have been able to run fast enough anyway.
In the long run, Greg wasunable to keep off the pounds that resulted from being in Sherlock’spresence so much. A piece of cake here, some pizza there led to himdeveloping a bit of a belly, which became a bit more than that astime went on. No matter though, he’d always look slim standing nextto Sherlock.
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