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Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Author: @proherogalahad (formerly realgreglestrade)

Words: 1,336

Warning: None

Author’s note: So it’s been a while, similar to my previous story post, I was going through my old drafts and found at the very end of the page. Figured I might as well upload it if there is still an audience for Sherlock fics ^^ This fic was based on a few prompts that were picked from a reader.

92. My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door because no one wants to see you pee!

95. Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of Bitchcraft and Misery

97. I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games

After a tough case and lots of drinking, you came to realize that drunk Sherlock was your favorite Sherlock. You’ve never seen the detective drink as much as he had the night after the case of the Dancing Men. He was the type to nurse a drink.

Both John and Sherlock arrived home, Sherlock still in his post-case high and John more so with a long face. Their case seemed to have taken a toll on him. Sherlock, noticing this, decided to show John a prize he recently procured. A very expensive wine that Mycroft kept hidden in his office. The pair opened it and began drinking, one bottle led to two which ultimately continued with them ordering dinner and finishing up whatever alcohol they had found in the kitchen.

You watched as your best friends argued over which Hogwarts house they’d sort Mrs. Hudson in with a big smile on your face. It was previously decided that Sherlock would be in Slytherin for his cunning ways and ambitions and John in Gryffindor for his bravery and nerve.

“Mrs. Hudson could scare the shit out of anybody,” John yelled in protest when Sherlock announced that she would be in Hufflepuff for her gentle nature. “You’ve known her better than I do, especially her past, and yet she’s placed in Hufflepuff? No! She’s in Gryffindor!”

Sherlock opened his mouth but didn’t say anything and raised his right hand with his pointer finger and thumb being pressed together, “but she’s so tiny!”

John raised both his arms and let out a loud sigh before turning to you. “(Y/N),” he slurred. You looked up from your phone as you sent a couple pictures to Greg and Molly. “You know a lot about Harry Potter. What do you think?”

“I don’t just ‘know a lot about Harry Potter’, I graduated top of my class at Hogwarts Bitchcraft and Misery.” Both John and Sherlock looked at you with weird expressions.

You sighed. “Mrs. Hudson is in Slytherin. We took a test a few months ago when you both left us for a case. We got bored, and she got sorted.”

“Impossible.” Sherlock frowned.

“It really isn’t.”

“But she’s so tiny!” You laughed at Sherlock’s interjection.

“(Y/N)! What about you? What house are you in?” Sherlock slurred.

“I’m in (Your/Hogwarts/House).”

The living room was silent for a few seconds until John spoke. “That makes sense.”

~~~~~~

After three cups of tea and a half a bottle of whiskey, the pair of crime solvers continued with their bickering…

“I think I would win the hungerrrrsss game,” Sherlock hiccuped. “I mean, I’m smart.”

“I don’t think so, mate. I have military training.”

“Shut up! I know I would win. I’ll betray all of you in the hungerrss game. Tell him (Y/N).”

“I’d take you both down, so shut up.”

“I’m not answering that, Sherlock.”

“Why not, Y/N? John answered.”

“I’m not John, I don’t want to.”

“John, have her answer.”

“Shut up, John.”

“Answer it.”

“No.”

“Y/N-”

“My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door because no one wants tO SEE YOU FUCKING PEE! Why do you do it so often, I don’t know, but you have to stop, it’s so gross!”

“No need to shout, Y/N.” Sherlock pouted. “It was a simple question. John, tell her to stop shouting.”

The pair finally grew tired.

You tried your best to stifle a giggle as Sherlock’s head lolled everytime he closed his eyes and woke up suddenly with a jolt.

John sat opposite him, telling an old story from being in the army with his eyes dropping with sleep. You took pictures on your phone and sent them to your mutual friends. The time was nearing four in the morning and you knew you had to drag your friends to bed.

John was the easiest. Yes, there were steps to tread up to get to his room, but John was a good sport and helped you help him to bed. He sang under his breath until you settled him onto his bed and covered him with a sheet. He was snoring right as you closed the door to his bedroom.

Sherlock was not as helpful. Being taller than you and John, it was a lot more difficult to carry him to his room. The detective muttered something unintelligent under his breath as you continued to try and drag him to bed.

“Come on, Sherlock! Help me a little!”

Sherlock leaned up slightly from your shoulder and lazily waved his free arm around the air before grabbing the doorknob that was attached to his bedroom door and jiggled it.

“It’s locked,” he whined. You rolled your eyes and groaned as you freed your hand and opened the door. Pushing Sherlock inside, he flopped on the bed and continued to mumble into a pillow. His slurred words were muffled by the pillow he landed on, not that you tried to decipher his words. Sherlock giggled as you started to remove his shoes. A small smile crept up on your lips at how ridiculous the “serious” detective was being.

After throwing the shoes in a corner, you adjusted Sherlock on his bed and threw a soft blanket over him.

“Don’t gooo,” Sherlock mumbled, eyes closed and his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist.

“I want to sleep too, Sherlock,” you groaned.

Sherlock gave your hand a sharp tug and pulled you onto the bed with him. You let out a soft yelp as you landed half on Sherlock and the empty space next to him. You wiggled yourself into a comfortable position, not fighting Sherlock because you were extremely tired to do so.

“Ssssleep.” Your body relaxed under the blanket you covered yourself with and your heavy eyelids fell shut on their own accord. The last sounds you hear before falling asleep were the soft snores that came from Sherlock.

John woke up with a sudden jolt as the rays of the sun peeked through from behind his curtains and blinded his eyes. The pounding of his head was evidence enough to regret the previous night’s drinks. He looked at his night stand and saw a glass of water with a few pills and a note.

Mrs. Hudson was a saint.

Drinking the refreshing water and pills, the ex-army doctor managed to crawl out of bed. He managed to find clean clothes that didn’t smell of the previous night's drinking activities, and went to take a shower with his head pounding with a little less vigor.

It was past noon when John stepped out of the shower feeling clean and 40% more like himself. Images of the previous night flashed through his mind but thinking back made his head hurt. It was best to just leave those memories in the past. John’s stomach rumbled in hunger as he finished drying his hair with a towel. He shuffled into the kitchen and placed a few pieces of bread in the toaster then set the kettle to boil. John sat at the kitchen table with a steaming cup of tea. The sounds of London entered through the open window, the flat was never this quiet when Sherlock was at home. The ex-army doctor relished the peace.

John heard the door to Sherlock’s room open and close and you appear from the hallway with your hair tousled and clothes disheveled.

You froze as you noticed John sitting at the table looking at you with wide eyes and half a piece of toast hanging from his mouth.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

Right at that moment, Sherlock decided to emerge from his bedroom wrapped in only a white sheet. John’s toast fell from his hand as he watched his friend walk towards the kettle, his bare shoulders giving the emphasis of nakedness under this sheet. You looked in horror as a smile crept onto John’s face and Mrs. Hudson walked into the kitchen.

“Sherlock! Shouldn’t you be wearing clothes?!”

“Not now, Hudders.” The detective muttered, sipping his tea with a satisfied smile. He headed back to his room but not before quickly kissing your cheek.

“Thank you.” Sherlock mumbled quietly for only you to hear.

You felt your cheeks flush.

“‘Not what it looks like’ my ass!”

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Pairing: Sherlock x F!Reader

Author: @proherogalahad (Kat)

Words: 1681

Warnings: hmmm none?

Author’s note: It’s been a VERY long time since I’ve uploaded or written anything Sherlock related. I’m sorry for that. I can’t say that I will write anymore Sherlock stories since it’s been years since I’ve last watched the series or had any inspiration. However, I was looking through my GoogleDrive and found this drabble that I wrote in 2017. So, sorry in advance for any writing imperfections. I figured since it’s been a while, might as well post it. I hope you’re all doing well

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Cold. You were cold. Why were you cold? Why did you have a massive headache? The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in Sherlock’s bed after the string of timed cases that Sherlock had to solve in order to save so many people. Even then, Sherlock’s bed was warm and inviting. You opened your eyes, your vision was blurred, you blinked to focus and were met with a pair of dark brown eyes staring straight at you. You tried to open your mouth to scream but it was muffled by a handkerchief that was tied around your mouth. The man in front of you cackled and stood up, straightening his black suit. You knew him. It was the man that Molly introduced to you, John and Sherlock. Jim.

“Ah, glad you recognize me.” Jim’s soft voice sent chills up your spine. He grinned and sat in a chair across from you. That moment you realized that you were tied down, your hands and feet tied to the arms and legs of a wooden chair making you immobile. “Sorry for the blow to the head. Had I known you were going to be out this long I would’ve just poisoned you. Good thing you woke up when you did, it’s almost time for your performance.”

Jim snapped his fingers and the ties holding you down were soon cut off. A strong pair of hands lifted you up from the chair, standing you up and a tall, burly man walked right in front of you. He carried a vest covered in what looked to be explosives. You tried wiggling out of the other man’s grasp but he just squeezed your arms tighter causing you to whimper in pain under the strength. After strapping the vest on your body, the man stepped away and Jim stepped forward in his spot. He leaned down a few inches from your face. His cologne tickled your nose causing you to pull away from him, making him grin wider, “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” ~ Sherlock knew that what he was doing would have caused both his girlfriend and John to berate him, which is why he waited for you to fall asleep and for John to leave so he could investigate further into the man who had tried so desperately to get his attention. He desperately needed answers.

The pool hall was empty when he arrived. The water rippled and the lights were on only to reflect the water onto the walls making the scene more eerie. He waved the flash drive in the air to get the attention of anyone who might’ve been in the room with him, offering it as a gift. He didn’t expect to see you walk out from one of the changing rooms and stop only a few feet from him. You blink at him.

“Evening,” your voice, rid of any emotion, echoed throughout the empty room. Sherlock’s head swirled as he stared at you with a look of shock, confusion, and betrayal. Your heart ached but you ignored it. “This is a turn-up, isn’t it, Sherlock?”

“(Y/N),” his voice sounded strained, “what the hell?”

“I bet you never saw this coming,” you continued, staring at Sherlock. The voice that came through the earpiece sounded more enthusiastic with every phrase you repeated which only agitated you more. Sherlock stepped closer to you, causing you to take one small step back. Your hands shook as you opened up the coat to reveal the vest underneath that was covered in latex, “what would you like me to make her say next?” Sherlock remembered how to breathe. He mentally scolded himself for thinking that you betrayed him. He watched as little red dots appeared over the vest and your chest. His mind and heart raced once more.

“Stop it.”

“Nice touch, this. The pool where little Carl died. I stopped him. I can stop (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” your voice shook, “and I can stop their heart.”

“Who are you?”

Silence rang through the earpiece. You were waiting for another instruction but heard nothing. A few moments later, Moriarty walked through the doors behind you. You listened as Sherlock and Jim exchanged remarks and danced around each other. Two brilliant minds together in one room. Things weren’t going to go well. It was moments like those that Sherlock dreamed of. He was meeting an enemy who happened to have the same intelligence, but different motives. Moriarty was Sherlock, only more dangerous and unpredictable.

“I will stop you.”

“No you won’t.”

Silence again.

“Are you alright?” Sherlock looked at you. You looked into his eyes. You were too terrified to acknowledge his question.

“You can talk now, mummy. Go ahead.”

“Mummy?” Sherlock questioned. In the corner of your eye you saw Jim’s face light up like a child on Christmas morning.

“Does he not know?” you subtly shook your head.

Jim clapped his hands and giggled, “Oh, my dear, Mr. Holmes!” the madman placed a hand over the vest where your stomach was, “you are to be a daddy soon.”

Sherlock’s eyes widened, you watched as the gun wavered slightly in his hands but still kept it aimed at Moriarty. Many things passed through Sherlock’s mind but he tried to keep his main goal intact. He needed to get you to safety, which was the plan to begin with, but he had to forget about plans E-J now that there’s more on the line.

“Take it,” he handed the flash drive to Jim who kissed it and threw it into the pool.

“Boring!”

You waited behind for a chance to fight back, and you couldn’t get a better time when Moriarty stepped a few feet away from you. As fast as you could, you quickly threw your arms around Jim’s neck and pulled him close to your body and shouted, “Sherlock, run!”

Jim laughed and Sherlock didn’t move. Red dots flickered over Sherlock and you immediately let go of Jim raising your arms up in surrender. After a couple more exchanges between the two geniuses. Jim Moriarty walked out and the red dots disappeared leaving you and Sherlock alone.

There was a beat of silence before Sherlock ran to you and ripped off the vest, throwing it as far away from you as he could. You took deep breaths as Sherlock wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck holding each other close. He smelled of home and mint, the scent alone calmed you down. You didn’t notice you were crying until Sherlock pulled back and cupped your cheeks with shaky hands and wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

“You’re alright, you’re alright,” he repeated, you nodded. Sherlock didn’t know whether he was trying to convince her or himself. The moment was short-lived, however. You gasped as the red dots appeared upon you both and watched as Jim sauntered back inside.

There was a standoff between Sherlock and Jim. With a reassuring squeeze of his hand, Sherlock aimed the gun at the vest between the three of you. His finger hovered over the trigger. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, Stayin’ Alive, stayin’ alive!”

Everyone froze. Moriarty’s mobile started singing and he sheepishly answered it. If it was any other scenario, you would’ve laughed at his choice of ringtone, but it wasn’t and you and Sherlock held onto each other for fear of being ripped away.

James Moriarty was given a better offer. With a promise to return, he spun around and left one final time taking his snipers with him. You and Sherlock decided it best to not report the incident to the police or Mycroft, wanting to avoid any more trouble and interaction with others. Sherlock took you back to Baker Street, the ride was quiet and there were many questions waiting to be answered.

“How long have you known?” Sherlock was the first to break the silence. You knew you had to have this conversation. He was seated in his gray chair, and you were seated in John’s. You made two cups of tea and you sipped yours while avoiding your boyfriend’s piercing gaze.

“A week, I was suspicious after I didn’t get my period. I went to a clinic where they ran some tests and boom, I was told I was expecting.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier,” Sherlock tried to hide the pain in his voice. You heard it though.

“You were given the Carl Powers case and I didn’t want to distract you. I swear I was planning on telling you soon.”

Sherlock stayed quiet, a million things fluttered through his mind but there was one thing he focused on, he was going to be a father and he was absolutely terrified and unprepared. You noticed how quiet he got and walked over to him. Sherlock pulled you down to sit on his lap and you did. He circled his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. You felt his heart beating quickly under your ear and the sound comforted you.

“We’ll be fine,” you grabbed one of Sherlock’s hands and placed it on your stomach. There was no bump there but it was only a matter of time before it would grow into something more bigger and fragile. Sherlock knew that much. “With you as their father, and John and Mycroft as their uncles. This baby will always be protected.”

“Moriarty will be back.”

“And we will be ready for him, but in the meantime, we have to prepare for something almost equally as terrifying.” Sherlock smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead and sighed.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Sherlock.”

Both of you slept together in each other’s arms, still afraid and shaken during that night’s events. You dreamed of a happy family, a child all grown up and you and Sherlock were happy together with your little family. However, the illusion of a happy family was broken a few months later on the rooftop of St. Bart’s.

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I can’t say for the others but for myself, I’ve moved to Wattpad! I’m the author of A Time Of Change and i decided to move it there. It seemed to get a lot of attention and the community over there. I am thinking about doing shorts and imagines on my page but I’m still trying to juggle my jobs and school so I’m just focusing on those.

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if anyone is a fan of steggy or mummy movies, you should check out my new blog over at @purefuckingchaos! (most of you know me by sarah but i’m using a pen name over there - katirena).

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Hello , just wanted to pop in and share some love. ❤💞❤💞❤💞 have a good day lovely!

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So like I was playing bitlife and legit John Watson asked my bitlife out and I was dying. Although the fandom is almost nonexistent I thought it would be nice to say something about it to make the day better for the Sherlock fandom here.

i absolutely love this XD

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Ok so... I wanna start a story blog. I’ve tried other story writing websites like Wattpad, but even thought the chapters were published nobody ever read them. Storybird has a word limit for people who aren’t members of the website . It’s frustrating making two or three parts per chapter. Writing it on pencil and paper is my favorite thing but I want people to read my chapters as soon as their finished. I know it’s gonna be a lot, but I really want to make people happy by writing.

hi!! i’m so sorry we’ve been kinda dead. in response to that - you should! and if you have already, i’d love to follow it! i’m on wattpad too and it can take quite a while for stories to gain any reads, unfortunately. (the key technique i found was descriptive tags and following a whole group of people who then peek at your profile bc they’re curious who followed them!)

writing is absolutely one of the best things in life, at least to me. using it to make people happy is absolutely wonderful and i say go for it! just keep us updated on everything!

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Heyo!

Just wanted to give a bit of an update. As you can see ive been absent for quite the decade and I recently started posting A Time Of Change on Wattpad. Feel free to go over there and continue reading the story. I actually make updates to that site.

P.S. I also have others stories on there and some that I'm working on still.

I love you all so so so much and I hope everyone is having a fantastic day.

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o’connor: what tropes/genres do you dislike writing?

dickinson: what insecurities do you have about your own writing? what do you think you should improve on?

playlist: what kind of music/songs help you write? do you have a writing playlist?

record: have you written things based off of songs? do you like to?

nobel: have you published anything you’ve written? online or irl?

notepad: can you write anywhere or do you have to be in a specific place and mood to write?

parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?

dedication: if you were to publish a book or multiple, who would you dedicate the book(s) to?

trope: what’s a pet peeve you have about writing?

input: what’s something you hate that people say to you about writing/your writing?

critic: what’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received about writing?

mifflin: what do you feel is your strong suit in writing?

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

#28 & #154? 😁

28. oh my lord, I have to say the Captain Marvel movie right now. It was so amazing, and Brie Larson killed it as Carol Danvers. all I can say is that Carol Danvers is my new queen & idol.

I do have to add that I love most Marvel & HP movies, but Captain Marvel??? amazing.

154. fantasize about?? oh my. well, I would say that I do dream about being this huge archaeologist/author and being interviewed on TV about the dig sites I work at, and being able to basically talk about all this cool stuff with an audience of millions, especially knowing I might be able to inspire people to chase their own dreams someday! I’m working on making that a reality XD

-- Sarah

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