Sherlock One-Shot blog by yours truly. Requests and submissions are always open! All works are tagged with the character's name (i.e. A Mycroft fic will be tagged Mycroft Holmes) Fair warning: I will burn the heart out of you. I like to think of myself as the next Moffat, breaking one fangirl's heart at a time.
Do you write smut? And what things will you and will you not write? (So your limits)
I do write smut, it's really not my favorite thing to write, but I'll do it if I have to. I'll pretty much write anything as long as I think it'll make a good story. However, a lot of mental or physical disorders I won't write about just because I don't have much understanding of how to write a believable character with those disorders well enough not to offend anybody. Rape, incest, and similar things are probably the only thing off the top of my head that I won't write.
Hi. To start with, I really like your blog! :) I was wondering if you could write a fic where reader, being a very good friend of Sherlock and Mycroft, is spening Christmas with the Holmes family and Mycroft's all this time trying to tell her he's fallen in love with her but he's constantly interrupted. But finally he desperately kisses her in front of his family and it's all so adorable and aww. I'd be most honoured if you wrote this.
Author’s Note: I love writing for Mycroft, so thank you for sending in this request! I always enjoy writing for characters other than Sherlock!
The car ride to Christmas was filled with the laughter of old friends and the chatter of old memories as you, the Holmes brothers, and John made your way to the countryside. The Holmes parents had invited everyone out for the holiday and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. You had been friends with Sherlock and Mycroft since childhood, but you hadn’t spent much time with the whole family since you went off to university all those years ago. While you were excited, you were also nervous. After all, you hadn’t seen them in years, maybe they wouldn’t like how you’ve changed.
“Mummy sounded glad on the phone when I told her I invited you,” Mycroft commented after picking up on your nerves. “She’ll be so happy to see you.”
“I hope she will at least,” you murmured.
Sherlock rolled his eyes from the front passenger seat. “Oh Y/N, you’ll be fine. You always worry too much.”
“She likes me,” John added. “I’m sure she’ll still love you.”
A small smile spread across your face. You were truly thankful to have supportive friends, and you were even more thankful that the cold Holmes brothers trusted you enough to let you see their comforting side.
The ride finally came to a close as you were welcomed with open arms into the warm Holmes house. All your worries instantly disappeared once you were enveloped in Mrs. Holmes kind arms. “Y/N, could I actually speak with you for a moment alone?” Mycroft shyly asked.
“Oh Mycroft,” Mrs. Holmes interrupted, “you see her every week. Let us catch up for a bit. Now Y/N, tell me all about your fancy university job.” Mrs. Holmes led you into the kitchen and away from Mycroft’s earshot.
“Don’t worry, big brother,” Sherlock chimed in. “We’re here all week. You’re bound to find a time to tell her you’re smitten.” Mycroft just rolled his eyes and walked away.
However, contrary to Sherlock’s hypothesis, Mycroft never could seem to catch you alone for more than a moment. Whether it’s Mrs. Holmes begging you to decorate cookies or Mr. Holmes wanting to decorate the Christmas tree with you, Mycroft can’t catch a break.
Finally, Christmas morning had arrived and the entire clan was gathered around the tree ready to exchange gifts. While Mr. and Mrs. Holmes were occupied, Mycroft sneakily asked you to meet him in the kitchen away from everyone’s view.
“I’m really glad you invited me to your family Christmas this year. I’ve really enjoyed spending time with the family… and with you,” you coyly said.
Mycroft’s face tried to hide a slight smile as his nerves slipped away. “I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself, Y/N, because there’s something I’ve needed to tell you. Well it’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you, but I always stopped myself before I could. Ironically, this time it’s everyone else who has stopped me from telling you…” Mycroft rambled.
“Just spit it out, Mycroft,” you urged with a smile. You knew what was coming next. Mycroft and you had had such a complicated relationship for so long, and finally he was going to admit his feelings for you.
“Well, Y/N, I…” Before Mycroft could finally open up to you, however, Mrs. Holmes barged in the kitchen and demanded that everyone return to the living room to continue with gifts. He sighed as he feared that he would never get to tell you how he truly felt.
The shiny wrapped packages were all distributed, and everyone took turns opening them up until everything was gone. “Actually, Y/N, there’s something I have to do before someone else intervenes and stops me,” Mycroft announced as he turned to look at you from where the two of you sat. “As I tried many, many times to say earlier, I am completely and utterly in love with you. In fact, I think I have been since the moment I meet you. It has taken me too long to say it, and I’m done wasting more time. Y/N, I love you. I always have and I always will.”
You couldn’t help, but smile as Mycroft finally admitted his true feelings. “Oh Mycroft, I love you too.”
“Oh for god’s sakes, just kiss her and get this over with,” Sherlock complained from the chair where he was fully engrossed in his cell phone rather than in the love declaration in front of him.
For once in his life, Mycroft listened to his little brother and brought your lips to his. The kiss he had waited so long to have was finally happening and he was overjoyed. The ice had finally melted and your lives could finally begin.
Could you do a one shot of the reader meeting with Sherlock and Mycroft for the first time and both are smitten? Maybe trying to one up the other??
You approached the crime scene with fierce determinacy as you slipped latex gloves onto your hands. Crime scene investigations were always your favorite to collect samples at, so when Greg sent you a text that there had been a high profile murder, you were beyond ecstatic. However, you were currently surrounded by the victim’s family, so you did your best to contain your true feelings.
“Ah, Y/N,” Greg said as he jogged over to where you stood with your sampling kit in hand. “The victim’s over here. Everything looks pretty recent, but the victim is an influential politician, so we had to call in a couple of additional reinforcements.”
“Additional reinforcements?” you questioned nervously. Typically when Greg called you it was only his small team of detectives, a couple crime scene investigators, and then you.
“Yeah,” he sighed as you both approached the body. “I should probably prepare you for them. One the genius detective whose face you’ve probably seen plastered all over the internet lately and the other is a big shot government worker. They both happen to be brothers, and they both happen to be complete asses, so be careful.”
You began your examination of the scene and of the body, but not too long after Sherlock Holmes was crotched beside you. “Who are you?” he asked as his eyes ran all over your body.
“Y/N Y/L/N, actually,” you retorted as you flipped your shiny clearance badge at him. “And I assume you’re Sherlock Holmes, the genius detective and one of the brothers I’m supposed to meet.”
“Brothers?” Sherlock asked before the realization hit his face as to who was going to be arriving next. “Mycroft? Really Greg?”
Greg put his hands up and shrugged. “Sorry Sherlock, but it was out of my hands.”
Sherlock let out a long and over-dramatic sigh. “When is he supposed to arrive? At least let me have a little bit of warning next time that I’ll have to deal with Mycroft.”
“No sentimental greeting? Pity,” a well-dressed man with an umbrella in hand remarked.
Greg rolled his eyes. “Mycroft, Sherlock, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the brothers I told you about.”
“I can see that. As long as they stay out of my way, I’m sure we’ll all get along fine,” you commented before leaning over the body again and collecting your needed samples.
Mycroft and Sherlock both looked at each other in a sort of shock that someone would talk to them like that. After all, they weren’t used to not being treated like gods. “I like her,” Mycroft admitted. “Think she’d fancy dinner or a show?”
“Neither considering I’ll be taking her around London for a night,” Sherlock boasted.
Mycroft scoffed. “What makes you think she’ll want to go out with you over me? I’m the smart one.”
“I’m the smart one,” Sherlock mocked. “You may be the smart one, but I’m infinitely cleverer than you are.”
“Boys, boys,” you said, finally speaking up. “You’re both pretty, we get it. Now in case you forgot there is a dead man lying in front of us. I suggest all three of us get to work, and we can talk more about your proposals later.”
Could you please do a sherlockx reader imagine, when the reader is very shy and Sherlock actually makes a good job making her feel comfortable? Love your blog btw. ☺️
Hey, could you please do a sherlock imagine, when reader and Sherlock just met and he (Sherlock) surprises everyone by being very smooth and good at flirting? I love your writing so much, by the way 😉
You were recently appointed as a field crime journalist at a local London newspaper and were officially on your first case. You stood shyly outside of the yellow tape waiting for someone to come over and address the press. You still weren’t quite sure why your boss appointed you considering your shyness prevented you from completing quite a bit of assignments, but hey, you weren’t complaining about the raise.
The familiar face of DI Greg Lestrade walked over to where you stood ready with a pen and notepad in hand. “Morning Y/N,” he greeted. “I see they moved you out from behind the desk.” Greg had actually become a close friend of yours since you started working at the paper. He often had to come to your work place and speak to reporters, and one day you were the one assigned to interview him. From there, a natural friendship arose which had helped you recently get a number of inside scoops.
“They did. I’m not sure why, but maybe it’s for the best. Maybe I’ll surprise even myself.”
“Well, I believe in you,” Greg smiled.” Anyway, Sherlock Holmes, the guy who has been helping us, and his blogger are on the scene. Would you want to meet him? It’d be a nice way to earn some points back at the office.”
You nervously nodded your head and followed Greg towards the lifeless body that now laid before your feet. You swallowed back a bit of vomit and listened to what was going on.
“John estimates the victim has only been dead for a couple of hours, and from the lack of blood surrounding the body, he clearly wasn’t murdered here,” the infamous Sherlock Holmes told Greg while you jotted down as much as you could follow. “I would guess that this was a crime of passion. The criminal probably isn’t far from the dump site.” The three men all chatted about and you kept to yourself until Sherlock Holmes coughed for your attention. “And you are?”
“I-uh-uh-I am… I…” you trailed off anxiously.
Sherlock took a step closer and a genuine calming expression crossed his face. “Hey, you’re ok. No need to worry. I was more wondering your name. I can clearly tell that you’re a journalist from the pen and paper.”
You realized that Sherlock probably knew everything about you just from a glance which was an oddly calming thought. You didn’t need to hide, and you didn’t need to tell him what was going on inside your head. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I work at a newspaper nearby. Greg is actually a friend of mine.”
“Oh, I see,” Sherlock muttered. “I didn’t realize Greg had friends, and friends that were so attractive. Why didn’t you introduce us before, Greg? I’m Sherlock Holmes, by the way,” he said thrusting out his hand towards you.
“Y/N, like I said…”
“I like that name. Would you want to go out somewhere for a drink sometime?” Sherlock offered.
“I’d really enjoy that,” you admitted. Not only would this be a great opportunity for your career, but god damn, Sherlock Holmes is even more attractive in person.
Sherlock smiled. “I’ll connect with you and set up a date. Meanwhile, John, we needed to head to Molly’s lab,” he commanded before they took off in another direction.
“Wow,” Greg began. “I didn’t know Sherlock Holmes could flirt so well.”
Requested by Anon: Imagine Sherlock deducing you're pregnant with his child while you're out on a case together. You already knew but you were scared to tell Sherlock.
Sherlock sprinted ahead of you and John as you all approached the crime scene that Lestrade had recently called you to. You hadn’t been feeling the best lately, but you still wanted to join in all the fun. After all, what is more fun than a dead body and a murder to solve?
By the time you and John had caught up to Sherlock, he was already on the floor sniffing the dead body like he usually did. “John, what to do you think?” Sherlock asked as he stood up from the body and moved to the sidelines to take in the entire scene.
John moved in close and raddled off time of death and cause of death while you mainly focused on trying not to vomit. You had positioned yourself as far away as possible, so Lestrade began to talk to you about something you couldn’t focus on. “Y/N, are you feeling okay?” Lestrade asked when he noticed that you weren’t paying attention to his story.
“To be honest with you, Greg, I’ve felt better. The rotting smell is absolutely awful. I’m struggling to get my breakfast down,” you admitted.
“Yeah, there’s nothing like the smell of a newly discovered body to wake you up in the morning,” he agreed before Sherlock called you both over.
You told in a deep breath and walked over to where Sherlock and John had been examining the body. “What did you find, Sherlock?” you inquired as you concentrated on deep breathing to get yourself from throwing up.
“The body was probably dumped here a couple of days ago, and John believes that the victim-“ Sherlock began before looking you over. Suddenly it was as if you were the victim as Sherlock started to deduce you. “… You’re pregnant aren’t you…”
John and Lestrade stopped dead in the tracks and slowly backed away while Sherlock’s demeanor softened as you looked defeated into his eyes. “Yes… I’ve known for about two weeks now, but I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t even know if I could tell you.”
“Why not? We’ve been together for two years now, I would’ve figured it out eventually.”
You let out a sigh. “I know you would’ve, but I didn’t know how you would react. We’ve never discussed having children and babies. It wasn’t something I thought you would want. Is this what you want?”
“I don’t know,” Sherlock acknowledged. “I do know that I want to be with you though. So we didn’t plan on having children, so what? We’ve made the best out of everything, and we’ll make the best out of this.”
A relieved smile traveled across your face. “Thank you, Sherlock,” you said as you planted a soft kiss against his cheek. “Meanwhile, Lestrade looks desperate for answers. After all, the game is still on.”
Requested by Anon and thebakerstreetblogger (really love the name btw):
Hello! Could you please do a Sherlock X Reader songfic on To Build a Home by The Cinematic Orchestra? Thank you, I always look forward to your stories!!
It's my first time requesting one-shot so I'm sorry if it's not good request. Could you please write a thing where reader is Sherlock's best friend from childhood but they moved out without parents approval to study art in America. Reader comes back home for Christmas but their parents don't want to see them, reader tweets about situation and Sherlock decides to find reader and take them to Holmes' house for Christmas party
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.
You stared at the wooden door filled with utter shock. You knew your parents didn’t approve of your decision to study art, but you didn’t think they would go as far as to kick you out of their house and your only home. You sat dejected on their front stoop and pulled out your phone. The Twitter app lit up your face which was encompassed in the darkness of night.
“I never thought I would be homeless and sitting on my parent’s doorstep on Christmas of all nights,” you tweeted before crossing your arms to try to stay warm.
And I built a home
for you
for me
Eventually your eyes locked on the happy Holmes household next door. Christmas lights were strung from the gutters and a Christmas tree was proudly displayed behind their large front window. You remembered you delightful childhood spent playing alongside Sherlock, Victor, and occasionally Mycroft with Eurus begging to join in the fun.
Things went south after Victor disappeared and Eurus was sent away, but it only made Sherlock and you closer. The pair of you was inseparable, and you wished you could go back to that happy time. Instead, here you were without your best friend and without a home.
Until it disappeared
from me
from you
Sherlock sat at the family dining room table disinterested in constant jabbering from Mummy and Father. He pulled out his phone to see a notification that you had recently sent out a tweet. Since you moved to America, Sherlock had kept a watchful eye on you.
Your relationship fell apart after he moved to London and you moved to America. It was harder to talk to each other with the time zones. Also, Sherlock’s emotionless demeanor only hurt you in the end which was something he always regretted.
You said you loved him. He should’ve never told you to leave.
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........
The cold winter air began to bite at your face which only made the whole situation even more miserable. You tried devising a plan to find a warm place for the time being, but the chilled air kept distracting you from finding a solution.
“No one should spend Christmas alone, you know,” a deep baritone voice called.
A small smile spread across your freezing face. “Sherlock?” you asked as you turned to face the tall darkened figure that approached you.
“Of course. I heard you were abandoned and alone, so I came over to keep you company,” he said before taking a seat by your side. “How long have you been in England for?”
“Just a couple of hours actually. I thought surprising my parents on Christmas would be a nice surprise, but I guess not.”
“Did you have a plan for the rest of the night? Or are you going to keep this stoop warm for a while?” Sherlock asked. His face looked at you with genuine concern and worry. You had wanted to talk to him for so long. You always figured that he hated you now, but you certainly didn’t hate him which only made everything worse.
“I was working on a plan. I always have a plan, you know.”
Sherlock chuckled. “Well your current situation doesn’t seem like much of a plan. You know our home is always open to you. Mummy would love to have you.”
“Would you?”
“I couldn’t imagine a more pleasant way to spend Christmas.”
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
A wall of warm air greeted you as you walked in the front door of the Holmes house. It had been years since you had stepped inside of its walls, but everything still seemed the same.
“Mummy?” Sherlock called. “I brought you a present and a surprise guest.”
The older woman peeked her head around the corner before her face lit up with delight and surprise. “Y/N!” she yelled as she embraced you in a large and comforting hug. The softness of her sweater brushed your cheek, and her calming touch relieved you of any anxiety and worry. Mrs. Holmes always had a way of doing that. “I didn’t know you were back in England! Well I didn’t even really know you had gone to America. I always loved when you spent time with the boys. It humanized them.”
“I missed you, Mrs. Holmes. It’s nice to be back in England with everybody.”
Sherlock put a reassuring arm around your waist. “Actually Mummy, Y/N needs a place to sleep tonight. Would you have her?”
“Of course! I wouldn’t think anything of it!” Mummy led you upstairs to put your stuff down as she asked you everything about America and your art. The Holmes house had always felt more like a home to you.
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held on me
Held on as tightly as you held on me......
Everyone was gathered around the dining room table after dinner had finished. Mycroft was in a joyous mood after seeing you home and safe. Sherlock didn’t leave your side all night as he wanted to soak in your every word. After all those years spent apart, he was finally realizing how much you meant to him.
The home was happy and warm. You were back with Sherlock at your side. You turned to look up at him as he was talking to Mycroft and gazed lovingly at his face. Things were good. Everyone was happy. This was home.
Until it disappeared
from me
from you
Christmas slowly came to end even though everyone clung onto the last bit of time to spend together. Sherlock and Mycroft were both heading back to London, but you had nowhere to return to.
A gentle rapping was heard from your door before Sherlock entered your temporary room. You both greeted each other with a loving smile. “Where are you planning on going? Back to America?” he nervously asked.
“I’m not too sure. America was wonderful, but London is where I want to be. Are you offering” you asked as a joke except Sherlock didn’t laugh along with you.
“There is another room at Baker Street…” Sherlock began. “I don’t want to lose you again, Y/N.”
You sighed. “Sherlock, I can’t go through this all again. I really loved you… I still really love you.”
Sherlock reached for his hand and held it in his as he pulled you closer to him. “I love you too… I always did, but I could never admit to myself that I could love another person like I loved you.”
“If this is another one of your experiments, Sherlock, I-“
“No. No, it’s not. I love you with all the heart I didn’t know I had,” Sherlock admitted as he leaned in to bring your lips to his.
You had wanted to kiss him for so long. So many nights craving his touch and here you were. The kiss felt magical as if you had been transported to another realm where only you lived. It was everything all at once, nothing more and nothing less.
This is the home you wanted. This is the home you needed. You were finally home.
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........
Could I please get a one shot of what it would be like to date Moriarty- the real 'crazy' Moriarty, just like he is on the programme. Thank you!
I don’t quite know if I would advice dating the really crazy Moriarty, but I’m going to write little head-cannons instead of a full out one-shot.
-Moriarty would constantly be gone all day and all night with very little time to actually be home with you. After all, running a criminal organization is a lot of work! Regardless, he would always send you a single rose every day he was absent
-When Moriarty was home, things would pick up basically where they left off. The first day back he would schedule nothing, so he could spend at least twenty-four hours with you.
-These twenty-four hours were different each time. Sometimes they would be elaborate dates that would take you all over London, but other times they were just watching movies and cuddling on the couch.
-However Moriarty’s constantly shifting mood often got in the way of your time together. One minute he is kind and loving while the next he is cold and calculating. You never know which Jim is going to come home which is partly why you enjoyed dating him. You loved the surprise and rush.
-Moriarty in the bedroom, however, would be amazing. He always knew exactly what you wanted and he always delivered. Whether sex was crazy and experimental or slow and loving, Moriarty was an expert at it.
-Morning time with him would be one of the only guaranteed peaceful times the two of you had together. Moriarty was not fully-functioning in the morning and found it easier to be soft and cuddly with you before he fully woke up.
Hey I love your blog and was wondering if you could do a one shot where the reader is mycrofts daughter and hes all protective and stuff over her with lots of fluff Thanks for being an awesome blog :)
You ran off towards the door, grabbing your coat on your way. "Dad!" you yelled up the stairs. "Uncle Sherlock texted me, and he needs me right away!"You turned to the door and grabbed the handle. However, before you could rush out of the door, you heard your father yell down at you. "No! Absolutely not!" Mycroft, your father, bellowed as he descended. "You know how I feel about you running around town solving cases. It's not safe, Y/N.""What do you mean it's not safe!? I'm being escorted by my uncle! He's your brother!""Exactly! That's the problem!" he reasoned. Your icy blue eyes that you inherited from your father couldn't help, but roll around your head in a dramatic fashion. "Dad, you have to let me grow up sometime. I can't be under your watchful eye forever, no matter how hard you try.""I would beg to differ..." His eyes locked into yours and you saw the ice in his icy blue eyes begin to crack. "I know Y/N... fatherhood has always been hard for me. Sherlock has always protected you, but I can't help worrying about you constantly."A smile spread smugly across your face. "Thank you Dad!" You swung your arms around his small frame and surprised him with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I don't remember giving you permission to go," Mycroft remembered as he actually returned your hug."You didn't have to say it!" This time, however, you did manage to escape before your father could reject another case.
Here are my thoughts on the first episode that absolutely no one asked for, but that I am posting regardless. I’m mostly posting it because I want to hear your theories and suggestions, so please send me a message with what you think.
Alright, so the opening scene actually made me laugh, but it did seem a little out of character for Sherlock, but hey, he has changed a lot as a character over the years and has developed into a more “goofy” and odd man.
The baby is adorable
Mycroft is more involved in this season so I am pumped for that. Finally we are getting to see more of his power and job.
Molly isn’t as involved so that sucks, but I assume will pick up later now that the other major female role is now dead, but we’ll get to that later
Sherringford is coming back and I’m excited. Part of me thinks that it could be Culverton Smith, but I have done absolutely no research on the character that he has been playing. If it’s not him then I am curious whether we will actually see Sherringford’s face or if it’s a character we already know because I think the fandom would’ve recognized a new prominent character on set.
Alright let’s get to Mary’s death because it is all that I can think about. We all saw this coming, but the way she died was “suspicious”. First off, let’s hope she stays dead because we can not always have characters faking their death. I had a theory that John was going to actually kill her because of another secret she would reveal. I will also say that I am happy that marriage is over. From the moment, Sherlock told John he was alive their relationship seemed to have changed. For god’s sake, in The Abdominal Bride the two don’t even talk to each other and their resolution in season three finale wasn’t all that positive. Another theory I have seen floating around is that Mary died not to have Sherlock save John, but so that John would hate Sherlock. I don’t know if I’m totally convinced of that, but there has to be something else going on because of the strange after credits scene. Stacy suggested that it was Sherlock’s guilt altering reality which sounds interesting, but I almost wonder if it could be the other way around.
Sherlock’s character, as mentioned, has gotten a lot more… human which was really needed. In the books, he was always cold, but good god it never seemed as bad as it was during season 1. I loved the little twist about the therapist and Sherlock.
John has finally become more complex of a character! No man can be as good of a man as John was so far. Bus lady will have to come into play later, I assume, either with her being revealed to be something bigger (like Janine) or with her and John “dating”. I don’t really believe that John would be that upset about Mary saving Sherlock if I was writing the show (which I’m not). Maybe it’s because I think Sherlock and John have a profound bond (which they do), but I feel like John would turn to Sherlock rather than throw him away. However, Sherlock did abandon him for two years, so who knows if he really recovered from that. Mary was there for him and now she’s dead.
Symbolism! Ok there is so much fucking water in this episode that I’m lost as to its meaning. Usually water symbolizes rebirth and a new life, but instead Mary died in the aquarium, Sherlock got into a huge fight in a pool, the promo picture of 221B, the water reflection on Sherlock’s face; it all seems like the antithesis of water. Maybe it was a foreshadowing to Mary’s death, but if it was I would’ve pushed Mary’s death off until the last episode and made it a “bigger deal”. Another symbol is the heart=phone. Sherlock was on his phone during the whole beginning sequence, so I’d like to see some theories about what that means. There was something else, but for the life of me I can’t remember what the other symbol was so… fuck me.
Mary telling Sherlock to go to hell has left me all sorts of confused. I am hoping more will be revealed about Mary’s character posthumously. She did die for Sherlock in the end for some reason, so now we are left to figure out what that was. Her character has proved to be a major contradiction ever since she was introduced, so I shouldn’t be surprised this is how she left. Any theories? I was hoping that Mary would be revealed to have been Colonel James Moriarty (Moriarty’s brother) and that John would kill her, but that didn’t happen. I guess I am confused that she died so early in the season which either means she’ll still play a large role (besides how John deals with her death) or that an even bigger death is coming (fingers crossed it isn’t Mycroft). Her last words to John were really sweet though and, I have to admit, did make me tear up a bit. I think that was genuine in the end. I think she did care about John regardless of whatever her motive towards Sherlock was which still hasn’t been revealed.
Overall, the episode seemed kinda disjointed. It was mostly Mary while setting up for the season arc, but the episode finished with plenty of drama while I felt that the plot was lacking in a way. Maybe it’s because the case was solved closer to the beginning whereas in other episode it was dragged out. I didn’t really enjoy it as a single episode, but will probably enjoy it more after the premiere of “The Final Problem”. I probably won’t go back and rewatch this in the months coming, and if I do it will only be to see her death scene, the baby, and her interactions with John and Sherlock towards the end.
With that, we turn our attention to next Sunday for “The Lying Detective”. Send me your thoughts! I’m only one person and my mind is too small to come up with all the theories on my own.
Hi! I like your writing, would you mind writing a Lestrade x reader: they're hopping on the good foot and doing the bad thing at Greg's flat and some how Sherlock and John barge in at the WORST time :)
"Greg, you know John and Sherlock are due back at any minute right?" you asked in between kisses as Greg's hands ran up and down the length of your body. Too occupied in the moment, Greg's only response was a soft grunt while slowly lifting off your top. You shrugged and let the moment of intimacy consume you.A couple of minutes later, Sherlock and John opened the front door as John attempted to explain to Sherlock that normal roommates split the responsibility of grocery shopping. "At least I went with you to pick them up this time," Sherlock said. "Well yeah, but I'm still the only one carrying them all in," John replied while struggling to hold the groceries steadily in his arms. Sherlock rolled his eyes while climbing the stairs with gigantic strides. "Isn't my prescience worth anything anymore?" The boys finally reached their flat door and Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks as John bumped into him from behind. "Do you think you could step into the flat a little?" John asked, frustrated with Sherlock's lack of communication. "Um... I don't know if you really want to come in..." Sherlock stammered as you and Greg both stared back at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. John slid in next to Sherlock and returned your shocked expression. "How did I not see this coming? You two are a thing?""Why are you both still standing there? We're bloody naked!" Greg shouted."Oh right! Sorry... we'll, uh, leave you two alone for a bit..." John said as he backed out of the room with Sherlock and shut the door. "Did you know they were together?""I have much better things to do then figure out Greg and Y/N's personal life," Sherlock said before going down the stairs again. "Mrs. Hudson! Could you put on some tea? It might be a while before we can go in the flat..."
Hello , Can I request a Drabble?? I had this idea where the reader is Jim's protegée and one day, she discover that her sister was killed. When she's face to face with the murderer, she kills him and when Jim learns it, he helps her to get over all this . Thank you ♥♥♥ !
You sat in stunned silence as your legs dangled off the side of your bed. Your eyes were locked and frozen on the ground. The memories of the past night kept replaying over and over again in your head like a sick time warp that you were doomed to repeat. The blood, the screams, the emotions, all of it piled into one hideous memory.
There was a soft knocking at your door before Jim slowly peeked his head in. “Are you alright?” he asked apprehensively.
“I just keep thinking about last night. He killed my sister, he killed other people, but it felt so right yet so wrong at the same time. What is going on with me, Jim? I thought this could be my career, but maybe I was wrong.”
Jim rushed over to your side and wrapped his arm around you. “Are you kidding me? You’re the best damn understudy I’ve ever had. Last night was hard for many reasons. It was personal and personal kills take time to heal.”
A small smile slowly crept across your face. “Thanks Jim. In the end, I’m glad I joined you. All the emotions just seem so intense right now.”
“And they will for a while. How about I go and grab us tea and get breakfast started? How does that sound?”
Submitted by Anon: I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a fic about a teen that John and Sherlock take in and that the teen is mildly sociopathic like Sherlock but also mundane like John and they have to choose wether to be like Sherlock or John? Please? And thank you!
Sherlock and John were rushing about the flat in the middle of solving one of their cases. “The answer is right in front of me, John,” Sherlock frustratingly said as he looked at his make-shift crime map. “I have to be looking at it from the wrong angle. Everybody out! I need to go into my mind palace.”
John sighed from the desk and stormed into his bedroom and you followed behind, not wanting to have to face the wrath of Sherlock. “I know we’re close, Y/N,” John stated.
“You’ll figure it out, you guys always do,” you tried to reassured him. “Once Sherlock is trapped in his fortress for a little while longer you two will go off running into the night.”
John chuckled. “At least someone has faith in us.” He pondered before turning to you again. “Do you like living here? I know you don’t really have much to go back too, but if you’re unhappy we can figure something out.”
“Why wouldn’t I be happy living here with you guys? I’m living with the greatest crime-solving duo of all time. You two balance me. You have the heart and Sherlock has the brains. I see myself in each of you.”
“Let’s hope you always keep that balance. Balance is good. Balance is stable,” John advised. He moved over to the window in his room and looked out at the snowy street down below. “Y/N, you have the heart and the brains. With those two combined, you’ll do great things.”
You silently pondered John’s advice. You had always thought that there would be a time when you would have to choose either to be more like Sherlock or John, but maybe John was right. “I think I’ll keep the balance then. I guess maybe I’ll be better off.”
