Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch:
Hi. I was wondering if you’d do a Sherlock x reader are married. They are out on a date when the readers abusive ex boyfriend turns up while Sherlocks popped to the gents.
Summary: In an attempt to escape from reporters, Sherlock and (Y/N) end uo at a very dark restaurant. He excuses himself and leaves her alone for a few minutes without knowing that her abusive ex-boyfriend was a waiter there.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Warnings: Abusive ex-boyfriend, is there really anything else to say?
Word count: 1,789
A/N: Don’t know if the ex is too much of an insane man… I have been reading “It” and, however’s read it knows why, that is the reason I wrote him like this. Also, as someone who’s seen abuse from up close, I beg of you guys, if you’re in an abusive relationship or know someone who is DO NOT stay quiet, you’ve got to talk and get help. Please. This is just fiction, there won’t be a Sherlock Holmes to rescue us, or even so an easy way to escape on your own. So please, do get informed and get help. I repeat, this is fiction.
restaurant was full. Every single table had been taken by either a couple or a
family, and they were all chatting like they hadn’t seen each other in ages.
The waiters were walking quickly to deliver the orders to the correct table,
and the cooks were struggling to get every plate on time. The musicians were
full of different songs – some songs were completely unknown to them – and the
person in charge of the entrance was trying with all her might to calm every
unbelievable how many people want to come into this place.” Sherlock observed.
Of course, he had noticed everything.
He interrupted his wife, “Half of them are reporters, the other half are
such a celebrity.” She joked. Sherlock smirked proudly, a few crinkles framing
his blue eyes.
what to order?” He asked.
“No… The menu
is quite limited.” The mischievous smile that formed on his lips made it clear
that he didn’t want to stay at that crowded place. “Where?”
another one, down the block, closer from home.” He whispered, leaning closer to
give a stronger sense of privacy. “We can sneak through the back door, fool
I do for you.” She sighed and then both of them followed Sherlock’s mind plan.
The back of
the restaurant was dark and it smelled like fish, but it had a direct access to
the opposite street, which was free of people. Sherlock and (Y/N) ran all the
way to the other restaurant Sherlock had in mind. Hiding in the shadows,
letting out breathy giggles and, most importantly, enjoying each other’s
restaurant was empty, and the dim lights worked perfectly as a cover up. No one
could see the other’s faces unless they were at the same table or a waiter used
to such lack of light.
The food of
course wasn’t as good as the one from the last restaurant. It had a rather
artificial flavour instead of the homely one Sherlock adored, but even so just
being able to spend a night off with her was enough.
hours went by and they were about to leave. Sherlock popped to the gents while (Y/N) waited at the table, munching at a
mint they had given them along with their change after paying the check.
felt like someone stared at her ever since she and Sherlock entered the
restaurant. But she was so used to being followed either by reporters, Mycroft’s
spies or Moriarty’s spies it could really be anyone. And she wasn’t doing
anything bad, so she wasn’t worried to be caught on camera.
stared at her for those two hours. That
slut. Giggling like an idiot, playing with her hair, caressing his palm… Of
course she was doing it, he was a famous detective – a genius even – who led
him to the next question: How come he hadn’t noticed yet what kind of whore she
left her alone. Alone in that dark place, vulnerable. The anger he had felt,
locked inside him for ages, was now rising from the flames of his own inner
Hell. His knuckles hurt, ached to feel her soft skin break over them, wanting
to get splattered with her blood once more.
thought of her pretty face covered in bruises excited him, making tingles
appear all over his body in anticipation. The place was dark, he only needed to
drag her a bit further away from her table, and so she wouldn’t know what hit
her – literally.
slowly towards her; like a predator haunting its prey before attacking.
Observing her every move, her naïve expression, her… Her red lips. Those lips
that made him lose control, in the exact tone that got his fury to unleash. She
loved that colour that shade, it truly reflected her inner self: A whore.
He slid at
the opposite side of the table, with his dark eyes glued to her who was
distracted getting something from her bag.
seen my…?” She lifted her gaze, and the pure sight of the man who still gave
her nightmares made her freeze. She was frightened to death.
started running faster, her lungs were lacking of enough air to contain her
anxiety. Her heart skipped beats and then recovered them in a few seconds,
which caused an inconsistent beating. Her hands, armpits and forehead started
sweating, and her knees tingled, begging her to run. The ghosts of the past
impacts invaded her mind, and all she could feel was the many bruises that were
now long gone but used to belong on her face and arms. Her lower ribs and legs
burned, remembering all those kicks and mislead punches they had received. Her
lips went dry, and not even the lipstick could get them to hold them from breaking.
She wanted to scream, but there was a knot on her throat avoiding a single
sound to come out of her. Her flawless skin turned so pale anyone would’ve swore
she was a ghost and her eyes hurt. She hadn’t blinked, she couldn’t, scared that
he would use those seconds of blindness to harm her.
remember me.” He said as a wicked smile grew on his face. That smile, that cursed
omen that warned her about the upcoming violence. It was there, right in front
of her, directed to her once again.
away.” She begged in a whisper so low he could barely hear it.
his tongue and leaned closer. “I can’t leave, slut.” He whispered back, although
his voice was audible, “I work here.”
to get up from the table, but he just slammed his fist once over the wooden
surface and her instincts made her sit back. She hadn’t forgotten his rules.
man?” He asked, and (Y/N) knew who he was referring to.
watch the telly?” She inquired, trying to be brave like that time she escaped.
He hissed back, showing all of his teeth.
Holmes, of course I know. What I mean is who
is that man to you?” (Y/N) froze, hiding both of her hands under the table. Wanting to keep the diamond ring out of his sight.
husband.” A third voice stated from behind him. Sherlock stepped closer, making
the dim light shine over his face. “Who are you?”
He got up
and tried to stand up in an authoritarian pose. Of course, Sherlock was taller,
but even so he had the face of a maniac and that was pretty intimidating.
guess,” Sherlock smiled triumphant, “that poor bastard that… Yeah, of course.”
The detective didn’t want to say it out loud, knowing exactly how she felt
about it. “Think you can get her back to the cave of horrors?” A cruel chuckle
left his plump lips, “C’mon, we both know you prefer to be the one beating
rather than being the one beaten. So don’t make me bring you back to those
summer days when mommy would hit you with a hot metal bar.”
you’re smart?” He fumed. Of course mommy had hit him with a hot metal bar as a
child, right on the palms of his hands – he still had the scars – but how could
Sherlock know? Not even (Y/N) knew it.
than you, yes.” Sherlock replied, “Isn’t that why daddy would punch you. For
the low grades and the lack of brains… You think that reflecting that on (Y/N)
or really any other woman will help you deal with your anxiety?” Sherlock shook
his head, “Nothing will help unless you stop chugging on so much coffee… Although, I can’t really blame you because I wouldn’t want to have the
nightmares you have.”
me hit you.” The lunatic warned and Sherlock couldn’t express his thoughts with
anything other than a sarcastic laughter.
me?” He huffed, “I’ve dealt with Egyptian murderers and killed each and every
single one of them with just one sword… My life’s been threatened more than
once and I’ve defended myself. I fought the Golem and so many other criminals
that are far better than you. Do you honestly think you scare me?” His voice
had gotten lower and faster with each word. He had also leaned closer to the
man threatening (Y/N) so that they were at eye level. “Don’t play with me, boy,
unless you want to get burned.”
pushed him back. Trying to remember how the kids at school would beat him up
before he learned how to defend himself – or rather mimic them and use said
moves against them – and dodging Sherlock’s attempts to hit him. Although, of
course, Sherlock was just distracting him.
took four punches. One under the ribs, another one at the back of the neck, the
other at the back under his lungs, and the last one directed to the throat.
Sherlock punched him in said order so fast nobody actually saw it, however, in
just five seconds (Y/N)’s ex was on the floor, finding his will to breathe.
believe you dated this pig.” Sherlock complained, “Thank God you changed your
mind and ended up with me… Everything all right?”
nodded. “Please, Sher… Let’s just leave.”
moment.” Sherlock kneeled down to the floor to meet face to face again with the
man. “You better disappear, because if I see you again I’ll make sure you never
see the light of day again.”
(Y/N) begged, completely oblivious to what his boyfriend was whispering into
her ex’s ear.
stood back up and took his time to put on his coat and scarf before leaving. Of
course, he made sure to step on the man’s stomach on his way out. Nobody
touched his girl, less to say, nobody threatened her without Sherlock doing
something about it. Everybody knew it, and those who ignored it… Bad things
would happen. It was just his way of taking care of the one person that made
him feel a lot more than friendship, the one to truly make him feel human
rather than an uncomprehended genius. And God knows, Sherlock wouldn’t be able to
live without her.
“The things I do for you.” Sherlock repeated her words as they walked out. (Y/N), who was still a nervous wreck, replied with a shy smile and a peck on his cheek. And so they walked through the cold streets of London, back to their tiny flat at 221B Baker Street, where no one would bother them - except for John, maybe.
Benedict Cumberbatch, 41, and Sophie Hunter, 39, were enjoying some time away from their brood as they headed on a date night for their first time since welcoming a second son, Hal Aulden Cumberbatch in London on Tuesday, 18th July 2017.
Imagine being Benedict’s on screen sister and Benedict introduces you to Tom Hiddleston and you fall in love...
“Y/N, wait up.” you heard Benedict holler to you as you were going home after a full day of filming Sherlock. You had been in two episodes so far, featuring as Sherlock’s sister. You loved working with Benedict, he was so lovely and charming. He was by far one of your favourite people along with Tom Hiddleston. You’d never had a chance to work with Tom. That was one of your major goals; to be in a film with thee Tom Hiddleston.
“ What’s up, Benedict?” you replied, turning to face him. “I know you already told me you’d never go on a blind date, but before you yell at me, just trust me and consider it!” he spoke with a huge grin on his face. “Erggh Ben! Fine, i’ll go. But if it’s some dork, I will hurt you..” you chuckle at your petty threat. “Good, so meet the mystery man at 6:30 at Hawksmoor in Covent Garden! I must dash, have fun.” he beckoned practically running away. You sighed to yourself before getting into your car and driving off home.
INTERVIEW WITH TOM AND BENEDICT/ One month later
Interviewer- Well, on the subject of love we’ve heard that Sherlock’s sister has made an impact on your life Tom?
Tom- Ooo, indeed she has. Benedict introduced her to me and set her up on a blind date with me. It went swimmingly well.
Benedict- You are welcome by the way! *he laughs with pride*
Interviewer- So, did you see each other again after the blind date?
Tom- Oh yes, that date was a month ago now. I’ve seen her everyday since. I know it’s soon to say and some people may not believe it but, I love Y/N dearly.
Benedict- That’s really sweet, Tom. When I met Y/N L/N, I don’t know, I just knew that these two should be together. They are two of the kindest souls, I’ve ever met. So, yeah. I’m so happy for them.
Interviewer- Will Benedict be your best man, Tom?
Tom- Oh of course he will be!
Interviewer- Someone has just told me in my earpiece that we have ANOTHER guest… It’s Y/N
*Tom and Benedict, whoop and cheer supportively with huge grins on their faces.*
You walk over to Benedict kissing him on the cheek, then to Tom. You laid a loving peck on his lips.
Interviewer- So, Y/N you are a very lucky lady to have both of these British stars in your life.
You- Oh I am very lucky *you said in a joking sarcastic tone*
It’s mad. I think he might be mad. He was certainly arrogant and really quite rude and he looks about 12 and he’s clearly a bit public school and, yes, I definitely think he might be mad but he was also strangely likeable. He was charming. It really was all just a bit strange.
So tomorrow, we’re off to look at a flat. Me and the madman. Me and Sherlock Holmes.