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So im convinced Tom hiddleston is either a vampire or time traveler. Or god made a very good choice of human vessels throughout history

Being Sherlock and Mycroft’s Little Sister Would Involve

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Originally posted by charnamefic

  • Petty arguments with Sherlock about “trivial things” as Mycroft says but as soon as Mycroft tells you two to “Stop acting like children” you and Sherlock would turn on him. You imitating Mycroft, Sherlock with a quick comeback.
  • You’d be as smart as Sherlock but a little more absent minded. Sometimes you’d notice things that he wouldn’t but wouldn’t mention it because Sherlock probably already noticed and you’d just annoy him. Sherlock would soon realise you noticed different things so would start asking you.
  • They would both be very protective older brothers. Mycroft would be exhausted worrying about you both but he would know that if you and Sherlock went missing together you’d be fine.
  • Buying Sherlock Pirate themed birthday gifts every year. He raises an eyebrow at you but can’t help smiling when no one’s looking.
  • Buying Mycroft a keychain with an umbrella on it.
  • Often showing up to wherever Mycroft or Sherlock are because you’re “bored” and “need supervision, don’t I brother mine?”
  • Moriarty would get an interest in you. At first only to get to Sherlock but he quickly realises you’re quite interesting yourself. You’d tease him, mainly just to annoy Sherlock and Mycroft. Mycroft would “forbid” you from seeing him but you’d just laugh, knowing that wouldn’t work.
  • Sherlock calling you once to ask you for advice with Jeanine or Irene. He hung up because you wouldn’t stop laughing for three whole minutes.
    “Are you quite finished?”
    ‘Yes, sorry I just-” You burst into laughter again and Sherlock gives up.
  • When you were younger you’d be trying constantly to get their attention. You’d have learnt what interests them and would use this to your advantage. When you were in your teens, you would put yourself in slightly dangerous situations to get their attention. This would annoy Mycroft but amuse Sherlock.
  • They’d call you to settle their arguments. You’d flip a coin and give them a quick answer when you were preoccupied.
  • Teasing them, and receiving the same in return.
  • Learning to fight with a normal umbrella (without the sword) just to annoy Mycroft. He thinks it’s quite impressive.
  • John would at first think you were Sherlock’s girlfriend, or Mrs Hudson’s grand daughter. You’d think this was hilarious but Sherlock would just roll his eyes and carry on with the previous topic.
  • Sherlock worrying about you when you call him to say you’re bored. He picks you up and takes you on a case, knowing what you tend to do when you get bored.
  • Lestrade would be impressed by you. He’d quite enjoy talking to you. 
  • Even though Sherlock and Mycroft could be arrogant, petty and overprotective, you’d love them, and would be sure to remind them of this constantly (if only to make them uncomfortable).

Being Mycroft’s Daughter Would Include


Not on Your Life (Sherlock x Reader)

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

“Come now Sherlock. You aren’t presently occupied. Besides, we both know I’ve better things to do,” Mycroft reasoned.

“Fine,” Sherlock huffed. “But don’t get the idea that it’s to help you. It’s just a convenient way to further my research is all.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, brother dear.” Mycroft gave his tight-lipped smile. “Just get it done.”

“Mr. Holmes…” Both brothers turned toward the new voice. In the doorway was a new assistant Sherlock hadn’t seen before. His eyes quickly skimmed over your appearance. Like all of Mycroft’s previous assistants you were in black designer clothing. Except unlike the others, your high heels were reflective gold and probably cost more than the entire flat you were standing in. Your makeup was pristine and meticulously done along with your waved hair. Everything on you was designer from head to toe, including the phone you held out in front of you. “Apologies, I meant Mr. Mycroft Holmes.”

“Is it who I think it is?” he asked turning to you.

“Afraid so,” you replied with a slight smile. He rolled his eyes before taking the phone from your hand and stepping downstairs. You leaned against the door frame and crossed your arms, awaiting the elder brother’s return.

“You’re new,” Sherlock stated. He stood in front of you and you had to look up to meet his gaze.

“Just to you,” you replied.

“I’ve always wondered where Mycroft found all is assistants. The real mystery though is where they go once he’s done with them.”

“An island in the middle of the Atlantic,” you replied nonchalantly. “But that’s only if you don’t do well. It’s part of the job orientation. They make you sail past it so you know what awaits you if your late too many times.” Sherlock gave the slightest hint of a laugh.

“You’re an interesting one,” Sherlock began. “Very highly educated for being so young. Fluent in 3 languages, not including English. Physically fit, charismatic, and a natural leader. Your skills are wasted as an assistant.”

“You’re really keen on me being an assistant, aren’t you?” you smirked. Sherlock squinted at you.

“Of course, you are what else would you be?” You smiled innocently and shrugged your shoulders. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” you asked.

“You know who I am,” he said, not a bit amused.

“Oh, someone’s confident,” you laughed. “I feel like I might have seen you before. Maybe in the lonely hearts section of the newspaper. Or the side of a milk carton.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he huffed. “And if you’ve seen me in the newspaper it would be on the front cover.”

“Oh that’s right I’ve heard that name,” you said. “I never really looked at you in the pictures. I was too distracted by the other man your always with. The cute blonde one,” you said with a smirk. “Is he here? I’d love a chance to get to know him.” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you. He wanted to be annoyed with you but he couldn’t deny that your snarky attitude was refreshing compared to the other dull people he usually conversed with. He still didn’t like it though. Or more accurately, he didn’t like that he liked it.

“What’s your name?” he asked again.

“Your brother elects to call me Apollo,” you answered.

“Why would he do that?” Sherlock said confused.

“Because when you join Mycroft Holmes’s team you become so important you get a code name,” you replied smiling. “And because I’m a sun god.”

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

“That’s all I’m going to tell you,” you smiled.

“Anyway you’d tell me more?” You shrugged.

“Anything’s possible I suppose.”

“What if I took you to dinner?” You laughed.

“Please,” you scoffed. “You couldn’t afford me, sweetheart.”

“Aah,” Sherlock drawled. “High maintenance are you?”

“Oh you wouldn’t believe,” you said with an exaggerated hair flip. Before Sherlock could press you for  more information Mycroft returned. He handed you the phone and turned his attention back to Sherlock.

“You’ve got three days, Sherlock. Three,” he emphasized.

“I’ll do it in one,” he said smugly. He looked at you and you rolled your eyes. Mycroft looked between you and Sherlock and eyes lit up with realization. He turned back to his brother.

“Like I said, just get it done.” He gave a forced smiled and made his way downstairs with you following close behind. When you got to the landing you stopped and turned back. Sherlock got excited, hoping for your name, your number or… something. He smiled smugly and expectantly.

“Do tell that John I said hi,” you smiled. “And if he has the time he can reach me through Mycroft.” Sherlock’s face fell and you laughed before turning to rejoin his brother. He went to the window and watched as his brother held the door open for you, something he’d never seen him do for anyone. You must be more than an assistant. Or maybe just Mycroft’s new project.


Sherlock recounted the event later that evening with John.

“Wish I had been there,” he said. “I quite enjoy watching people give you a hard time.”

“She was inquiring about you,” Sherlock said. John sat up straighter and leaned forward a bit.

“Did she?”

“She did,” Sherlock said irritated. “Though I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”

“Well what did she say?” John asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“She said she’d like to get to know you. And if you had time, you can reach her though Mycroft.” John laughed and bit his thumb with a boyish smile.


“Yes really,” Sherlock said annoyed.

“Is she pretty?” John asked.

“Do you remember Anthea?”

“Oh yeah,” John said with a grin.

“Anthea’s hideous compared to her.”

John scrambled out of his chair and rushed into the kitchen to grab he phone. He quickly punched in some numbers before grabbing his coat.

“Mycroft? Yeah it’s John… I was just talking to Sherlock…”

Sherlock didn’t get to hear how the rest of the conversation went because before he knew it John was out the door hailing a cab. He huffed and grabbed his violin. But before he could play a note his phone vibrated. It was a text from Mycroft. All it said was “: )”. Sherlock threw the phone against the wall.

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Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader (ft. John)

Content/Warnings: fluff; humor

Words: 1025

A/N: So this is the fic I was supposed to write, but ended up getting the two prompts confused. At the very least, both prompts were for Sherlock, so crisis averted. This was from anon for 51. Your soulmate’s current thoughts about you will show up on your skin for a short while.

Like most others who had yet to meet their soulmates, most of the thoughts that would decorate your skin every so often were questions. When you were younger, the thoughts your soulmate were currently having about you were simple things, like ‘I wonder what her favorite color is?’ and ‘Does she like dogs?’. One of your favorites, for a reason you couldn’t quite identify, came when you were about seven years old. ‘I hope she likes pirates, like Redbeard and I.’ appeared wrapped around your arm, so you had to twist it around several different angles to read the whole thing.

As you got older, your skin was less decorated with questions and more so with statements. ‘I’m sure you’re brilliant’ was one of the favorite things you had discovered on your skin as a teenager. It was often followed by ‘Mycroft is wrong about you’ - though it was never made clear who Mycroft was, exactly. Such a name wasn’t common, so if you found someone named Mycroft you could probably safely assume that he knew your soulmate.

Around the time you moved into London, you met John Watson. The two of you went out, once, before deciding that you were much better off as friends. It was during that one date that you met Sherlock Holmes. He was rude, snappish, and absolutely brilliant. You took a liking to him at once, much to John’s surprise. Not many of the women he had taken on dates had liked Sherlock, besides you. Perhaps even more surprising was the fact that you and Sherlock actually got along. It may have been because you were keen enough to keep up with most of his rambles, or the fact that you would often banter back and forth with him, but whatever the case, you liked Sherlock, and Sherlock, against all odds, liked you too.

“Back again, I see,” Sherlock quipped as you walked into the flat.

“It’s your natural charm, Sherlock,” You drawled. “Just can’t get enough. Where’s John?”

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Sherlock X Reader: Jealousy (nsfw)

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Having a baby with Sherlock.

“For the last time, if you want to keep the rattle. Do not throw the rattle. Hmm?”

The Detective lectured to his newborn, as if expecting his little one to understand him.

“Mum will be home soon, alright?”

Psychology of Cute - Sherlock x Reader

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“I just don’t understand why it’s such a big deal! I’m saving him time!” Sherlock tried to explain his opinion with heavy hand gestures.

“By telling him that he has terrible taste in women and might as well spend his money in the strip club instead?” You challenged with a raised eyebrow, “I don’t think he appreciates it Sherlock.”

“He’s wasting his time! I’m trying to help.”

You sighed, getting up and walking past him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute Sherlock.” You said, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head from behind his chair. You proceeded to walk into the kitchen but stopped abruptly when Sherlock spoke.

“Cute?” he spat.

“Yes? You are!” You laughed, going to sit opposite him in John’s chair, you could tell this was going to be a lecture.

“Why are you sitting down?” Sherlock asked, brow furrowed.

“Well, considering your tone, you’re about to explain to me exactly why you are not cute, or how what I said is demeaning or whatever.” You flashed him a smile, “So I’m getting comfortable.”

He crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair, giving you a brooding look. You stared at him expectantly but he didn’t speak for a few minutes.

“You don’t want to now that I’ve predicted it?” You said with a smirk.

Sherlock huffed, looking away from you. 

“I’m sorry.” You laughed.

“Oh no you’re not. You think it’s hilarious!” Sherlock grumbled, but a smirk tugged at his lips.

You couldn’t keep the grin off your face, “Well, yes. But I’m still a little bit sorry.”

“Hmm?” He hummed, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yes,” You stood up, walking past his chair, “I was quite looking forward to a lecture on the Psychology of Cute.” 

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “You are so adorable when you rant about silly things.”

“I am not cute!” Sherlock yelled as you skipped away with a grin to the kitchen.



Dating Sherlock Holmes Would Include...


Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

Prompt: None

Words: 377

Warnings: Fluff, FLUFFITY FLUFF


  • Forehead kisses. All. The. Damn. Time.

  • John seeing how good you two would be together, and decided to be cupid and set you up.

  • Him letting you wear his clothes all the time around the flat, because you look cute in them.
  • Especially his coat when you’re out on cases together.
    • He thinks of it as, “me marking my territory.”

  • Being the one who makes sure he takes care of himself when he doesn’t.

  • “Just eat the goddamned sandwich, Sherlock!”
    • “I told you I don’t eat on cases!”
    • “…”
    • “…”
    • “If you don’t eat that sandwich right now, I’m withholding sex for a month.”
    • That gets him going.

  • Him being a jealous little bastard.
    • Whenever he did get jealous he would hug you from behind.
    • Or pull you onto his lap.
    • It was really hard to continue conversations after that.

  • His parents would adore you the moment they met you.
    • Loving how flustered Sherlock would get from old embarrassing photos of him.
    • Mycroft would surprisingly get along with you, which annoys the crap out of Sherlock.

  • Him writing and playing songs for you.

  • You being the only one he ever does anything for.
    • “Could you go out and get some more milk later?”
    • “Of course, love.”
    • John couldn’t believe it when Sherlock came home with grocery bags.

  • Him letting you play with his hair.

  • Shutting him up with kisses.

  • Sherlock would find it very amusing when you told various of his past enemies to “Fuck off” when they came to Baker Street to terrorize you.
    • You would then proceeded to whack them with whatever you could find.

  • Also telling Anderson and Donovan off whenever they make a remark on Sherlock and you.
    • “Oh look, it’s the freak show.”
    • “Oh look, it’s the cheat and the mistress.”

  • Dancing with Sherlock around the flat.

  • Staying in bed and cuddling until noon on lazy days.

  • Him telling you how ‘aesthetically pleasing’ you are all the time.

  • Forcing him to watch your favourite TV shows.
    • “This show is highly illogical, I mean how can it be bigger on the inside? ”
    • “You just don’t question Doctor Who, Sherlock.”

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Dating Jim Moriarty would involve...

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·       Him getting jealous easily

·       Him being extremely protective over you

·       Him getting you anything you want

·       “You don’t have to buy me anything”

·       “Who says I’m going to buy it”

·       Him threatening, or injuring anyone who dares to flirt with you

·       Him making sure you are always protected

·       “How did I manage this?”

·       “Manage what?”

·       “How did I make the worlds dangerous criminal fall in love with me”

·       Him dropping everything if you need him

·       “Sir, you’re needed”

·       “I’m busy”

·       “It’s Y/N”

·       “Cancel everything”

·       Jealous sex

·       Rough sex

·       Passionate sex

·       Just any type of sex to be honest

·       Being his partner in crime

Dating Moriarty Would Involve

Living with Jim Moriarty Would Involve

Originally posted by she-who-nailed-it

  • Jim would make it very clear to everyone (especially Sherlock) that you were his.
  • Anyone even remotely threatening to your safety wouldn’t get within ten metres of you.
  • Going out for extravagant, elegant dinners and dances when Jim had managed to clear a restaurant/location for the two of you. These dates would all be last minute so Jim would supply you with suitable attire.
  • “If someone pulls up in a car next to you, you must not get in, alright?”
    This backfires on him later when he picks you up and you ignore him just to annoy him.
    “(Y/n), get in the fucking car.”
  • Even though he would be possessive, it would be sort of behind the scenes possession. As in he would tell you you could do whatever you wanted but would keep an eye on you. If he wanted you in a specific place or to spend time with him he would someone manipulate you into doing so.
  • Calling him Queen or King. 
  • He would call you “Kitten” or “Jewel”
  • Sherlock would finally meet you when Jim sent you to 221b on a “diplomatic mission”. Really, it would be an exercise of Jim’s power, showing Sherlock that even in his own flat, no harm would come to you.
  • Sherlock would find you quite fascinating because you hadn’t bored Jim, which seemed unusual.
  • You would just smile slyly as Sherlock tried to deduce you, (this would annoy Sherlock even more).
  • Jim would kiss you with a lot of force. It would be exciting yet terrifying.
  • Whenever you made a sarcastic remark to Jim he would imitate you, 
    “Oh I’m outsmarting my boyfriend ohh”
    You’d laugh, sticking your tongue out at him. Jim would smirk, asking you if you wanted to put that tongue to better use.
    (Depending on his mood he may just pull out a lollipop.)
  • He would buy you a crown.
  • Jim would enjoy making you tea for some reason. Whenever you had to buy him a gift you’d get him fancy tea cups. 
  • When he was in a rage and smashing things he would usually hesitate to smash the teacups you gave him. This hesitation would cause him to calm down slightly.
  • “Am I dead.”


Every time - Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x Reader

Hey ! Let’s take a little break from writing about the batfam and give Sherlock some love. So here, number 44. “EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN” for @whovianayesha, it wasn’t an easy story to write, I hope I didn’t mess it too much, like I hope the characters are not totally out of character, like that it’s not just PLAIN FUCKING BAD and that you’ll like it :s : 

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John and Mary Watson enter yours and Sherlock’s shared apartment, and discover you laughing loudly on John’s ex-chair, in front of a very confused Mrs. Hudson. 

Your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes, is no where to be seen. 

John, being the genius detective best friends understands immediately what was going on, and isn’t able to hold a little chuckle in, under the curious gaze of his wife. 

Mary turns to Mrs. Hudson with a questioning look, and the older lady answers : 

-I’m not sure what happened. They were being cute in the living room. He was trying to solve a case, sitting on the floor in front of her, she was playing with his hair oh it was so cute you should have seen it ! …And then all of a sudden, he stood up, quite annoyed, and left to go lock himself in his bedroom and she has been laughing ever since ! That happened over half an hour ago ! 

John smiles at the confused landlord, and approaches you. He lays a hand on your shoulder, and finally, you notice him. Your laughter finally subsides, and you look at everyone in the room. 

-Oh hey guys. How long have you been there ? 

-Mrs. Hudson, since half an hour apparently, us ? Only a few minutes. 

You smile mischievously and none of them can stop themselves from smiling back at you. Before Mary can asks further questions, because she’s still quite…disconcerted as to what is going on, John continues : 

-Did you say it again ? 

-I have no idea what you’re talking about John. 

-Oh come on, was he stuck on a case ? And you said it right ? 

Your smile broadens even more, turning almost sly, and in a breath you say : 


-What was it this time ? How did you annoy him ? 


-Puns ? 

-Yup. Puns. Terrible one at that. 

And without any warning, you start to chuckle lowly, but it rapidly turns into a full on laughter ! 

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Family Affairs

Originally posted by codenameantarctica

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader (ft. John and Mycroft)

Content/Warnings: Angst; fluff

Words: 2604

A/N: Alright, I have a Sherlock imagine here that was requested by @awesomemikaus:

When Sherlock have a relationship with the reader and he really loves her. But one day Mycroft tells the reader, that she IS not worthy of his brother, or he never really loves her, that she was only a experiment, something like that (in his way of protecting his little brother) the reader believes him. Mycroft tells Sherlock that she died in an accident. One day they reunite in a crime scene, Sherlock knows the truth, and she IS still hurt. Happy endings please

I hope you guys enjoy!

You flopped down on the couch, exhausted after a case. Sherlock had prowled off somewhere, and John had disappeared into the bathroom, presumably for a shower. You were prepared to take a nice long nap, after running on no sleep for two straight days, and just when you found yourself dozing off, your cell phone rang. Groaning, you groped around with a hand until you found it, and sighed upon seeing the caller ID. It was your old coworker, back when you were in America and worked for the CIA. You had been declining his calls for days, but decided to finally answer and see what he wanted.

“Y/L/N,” You answered out of habit. “What do you want, Willis?”

“Why have you been ignoring my calls?” He demanded.

“Well, nice to talk to you too,” You said sarcastically. “I left five years ago, what could you possibly want?”

“I need you,” He said.

“Not going to happen,” You responded instantly. “I’m out. I’m not even in America anymore, though I’m sure you know that. I’m in a good place, Willis, there’s no way in hell I’m coming back in.”

“Three agents have died in the past two months,” Willis said. You could hear the pleading edge to his voice. “You knew two of them. Look, it wouldn’t be permanent, just for a few months until I can get replacements.”

You gave a soft sigh. “Willis, I’m sorry. The answer is still no, you’re just going to have to find someone else in the mean time.”

“Alright.” He seemed to realize there was no point in arguing. “Call me if you change your mind.”

“Hey, Willis,” You said before he hung up. The open air indicated he was still listening. “Be careful out there.”

He gave a wry laugh. “I’ll try.”

Sherlock was sitting in his chair when you hung up. “So you finally answered the phone call?”

“Yeah,” You said, pursing your lips and staring at the ceiling. “Just my past coming back to haunt me.”

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Jim : “They all want me. Suddenly, I’m Mr Sex.”

[Y/N] : “Oh yes you are” 

Unfortunately you said it a little stronger than expected. Both Moriarty and Sherlock eyes rested on you. 

Sherlock : “You really do not help  [Y/N]”

You blush with the words of Sherlock while Jim’s eyes were always set on you with a slight smile on his face

Problem - Jim Moriarty x Reader

(I’m so sorry this is so weird. I had no real idea how to write it.)

“(Y/n)!” Jim sang, taking your wrist in his hand and leading you out of the cab.

“Jim, I swear to god if you’re taking me to watch some highly illegal act I’ll-”

“What?” Jim smirks, stopping and turning to face you, “Walk away? You really think I’d let you?”

You sigh, “Maybe I should find out.” You turn away from Moriarty to walk away but he pulls your wrist, bringing you back to him.

“Hey, hey. I promise I’m not going to do anything highly illegal. Not while I’m with you.” He says, taking your other wrist in his hand to keep your attention on him.

“Including murdering anyone?”

“Yes!” He bounces on the balls of his feet slightly, laughing at your insistence.

“Fine. What are we doing?” 

He smirks, leading you across the Thames on the bridge. He stops in the middle, pointing at the water.

“It better not be a body.”

“What do you think I am? A psychopath?” Jim rolls his eyes, tilting his head and grinning at you.

“Yes, I do actually.”

He laughs, looking down, “And quite right too.”

You look hesitantly down at the water, seeing nothing, you frown.

“What am I looking- Ah!” a scream escapes your lips as Jim pushes you forward, so that you’re leaning over the railing, about to fall if he doesn’t let go.

“Jim! What the hell are you doing?” 

He pulls you back, grinning and shaking his head.

“Why did you do that?” You ask.

Jim makes a face, “I think I love you.”

“So you scare me half to death?” 

“I can’t have a weakness.” He says, “I just can’t.”

“So you were going to kill me?”

“Of course not!” Jim laughs then suddenly his face his is serious, “I was seriously considering it.”

You shake your head, pushing your hair back from your face, “Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?”

“What do you mean, (Y/n)?”

“I mean, I’m in love with you you sick bastard and you want to kill me!”

“I can see why that might be a problem.” He says slowly.

You bite your lip, looking down and nodding.

Jim suddenly takes you face in his hands, pressing his lips to yours.

Shocked, it’s a few seconds before you kiss back.

Jim pulls away, grinning at you, “I like problems.”

Me @ 10:30 : just one more imagine and then bed…

Me 4 hours later already having read multiple long fanfic series, imagines, preferences and more. Having cried laughed and been turned on : Maybe one more??

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