Milestones (Pt 1) (SherlockxReader) by QueenofAsgard223, literature
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Milestones (Pt 1) (SherlockxReader)
A/N: This is a miniseries I decided to do with Sherlock Holmes and the Reader. Its just a random idea I thought of. If you like it, please be sure to tell me so and feel free to request one of these mini series with Moriarty/Watson, or any character in general. There will be six parts. This specific part takes place shortly before The Great Game episode. Thank you, enjoy.
1. The First Meeting.
You were never fond of people. Unless, of course, they were interesting, in some way or another. But no, quite unfortunately, most people were just boring.
Hence, your intelligence and wit and your talent for crime soliving had brought you all over th
Milestones (Pt 2) (SherlockxReader) by QueenofAsgard223, literature
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Milestones (Pt 2) (SherlockxReader)
2. The First Date
Dates were never really your thing. You were a detetctive. Not some hopless romantic lying around for hours on end reading novels and stuffing your face with chocolates. But, when Sherlock had asked you out for dinner the other day, you simply couldn't refuse. Especially because the date you two were going to have that night had been postoned for a little over a month now. You'd been asked out by him at a fancy dinner with your brother, John, and his then girlfriend Sarah, and you'd galdy accepted. But the next day, when you two were supposed to have tea, it ended up taking longer to move into 221B then you thought so you de
Impatient (SherlockxReader) by QueenofAsgard223, literature
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Impatient (SherlockxReader)
"I'd say he died at about 8:00 this morning, judging by the fact that his coat is slightly damp, it means he was out in the rain last night, not this morning." Sherlock said, brushing his fingers along the dark grey coat that was hung on the coat rack next to the front door.
You were investigating a mans death. He'd been shot, twice, that morning in his house. Your eyes flickered to Sherlock as he looked around the room. You were crouching next to the mans body, looking at him and searching for clues. You were almost just as much of a genius as Sherlock was, therefore he enjoyed your help on cases, not to mention you were his girlfriend. You
Sherlock x Reader |Proceritas| by MomoPoms, literature
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Sherlock x Reader |Proceritas|
John Watson knew how to keep himself under control. He never let any circumstances really get to him, unless of course, we were referring to Sherlock Holmes. The only man who knew how to push his buttons. Why he was still friends with said man, he didn’t know. Probably because he was Sherlock’s only real/best friend.
Or so he thought.
“He’s a real sweetheart, John. You don’t need to worry about how he acts. He’s a much kinder person once you break through his incredibly thick-headed, fairly annoying and superior attitude.”
“He sounds like an absolute wank, (Name). I don’t think he’
Just An Experiment? (BBC Sherlock x reader) by miss-fandom, literature
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Just An Experiment? (BBC Sherlock x reader)
Hello readers! Sorry for making you guys wait so long, I was procrastinating on finishing this, but here it is! Before we begin, I would like to say that I don’t own these characters or you. Hope you enjoy!
Just An Experiment? (BBC Sherlock x reader)
You were curled up on Sherlock’s chair, a book cradled in your hands. The door to the flat opened and smacked the wall. You cringed and listened as Sherlock’s light, quick steps traveled up to the living room. He walked through the doorway, took off his jacket and scarf, and hung them up. Then he huffed loudly and ruffled the hair at the back of his head. He paced into the kit
Paying a visit. {SherlockxReader} by shakespearesbae, literature
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Paying a visit. {SherlockxReader}
(Y/N) was more than annoyed at Sherlock after he deliberately pulled her out of bed. Now, here she was in the back of a limousine - courtesy of Sherlock’s elder bother, Mycroft. He who she has encountered in the flat only a handful of times, short dialogues whenever they had a chance to talk; mostly about Sherlock - against her own will, shoulder numb from being crushed by the detective’s head, which was seriously heavy.
The memory of dawn was fresh in her mind. Oh, how furious was she after Sherlock grabbed at her ankles and forced a luggage out of her closet. Can you imagine being in the right mind at 3:00 AM? But Sherlock didn
(Dad!Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader) On Birthdays by UnicornsInTheDryer, literature
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(Dad!Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader) On Birthdays
“Mom? Can I come in?”
You look to the doorway and see your little boy pacing in his big jumper. His curly (Your hair colour) hair sticking to his forehead in a mess.
“What’s wrong?” You sit up in the lonely bed of yours, not daring to look at the empty indentation next to you. “Come sit.”
He walks over and clambers onto the mess of sheets caused by your tossing and turning from lack of sleep. Your boy was all of four, five in a week, and Benedict was as scarce as the mouse behind the television. Your son was Mathew, and he was scared of going to school. The dreaded day drew closer as his father went
Sherlock/Reader for LightxLxCandy by hewasnumber1, literature
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Sherlock/Reader for LightxLxCandy
“Hey, Sherly, I’m back,” Sherlock heard as the door to the apartment creaked open. It took only seconds for Sherlock to deduce you had gone out with your friends, and by the sound of plastic bags, you were shopping. Mycroft, who was sitting across from Sherlock, raised an eyebrow, and a smug grin played at his lips. “Sherly?”
“Oh, shut up,” Sherlock spat, moving one of his chess pieces. Mycroft contemplated over the available moves and made a move, capturing Sherlock’s knight.
You stopped immediately when you noticed another man in the apartment with Sherlock. He obviously wasn&
Eggs Benedict - Benedict Cumberbatch One Shot by fictionholly, literature
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Eggs Benedict - Benedict Cumberbatch One Shot
“Morning, sleepyhead,” I laughed, as I placed a glass of water on the bedside cabinet.
Bleary-eyed, but as beautiful as ever, Benedict Cumberbatch woke up slowly, a look of sheer confusion on his face. “Um... good morning?”
“How are you feeling?” I asked, unable to hide the amusement in my voice.
“Um... I'm okay. What's going on?”
“You remember coming over after work last night?”
“Yeah...”
“You fell asleep on the sofa, so I let you stay here.”
“Why don't I remember?”
“You were completely out of it, Ben.” I laughed gently, sittin