The Holmes - Request
Requested by anon: I have a request: could you do a one shot in the episode when Sherlock parents come to visit him and when you come back from work you meet them but they think you’re dating him but you’re just friends and they invite you to dinner.
Summary: Everything from above.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 2,344
A/N: I couldn’t help my self and made it extra fluffy.
221B was loud that afternoon. The clients – whoever they were – had talked about a lottery ticket for almost thirty minutes straight. (Y/N) was impressed that Sherlock hadn’t shut them up and kicked them out already.
“Is he sick?” (Y/N) whispered to Mrs. Hudson. They were huddled outside her flat’s door listening.
“Uh… I think you should go up and figure it out.” The old woman suggested and sneaked into her flat without leaving any time to argue.
Mrs. Hudson had always shipped John and Sherlock, that until (Y/N) appeared and so her ship changed. “Unbelievable what Twitter can do to a woman like Mrs. Hudson” Watson had said, but he was inertly please because he also liked Sherlock and (Y/N) as a couple.
The girl fixed her clothes and got upstairs confidently and ready to pretend she hadn’t heard the whole conversation. She opened the door slowly.
“Did you find the lottery ticket?” Sherlock asked. He looked bored, but he wasn’t acting like usual. Instead, he was sitting at his seat while the two clients – an old couple – sat at the leather couch.
“Yes, turns out he had it on his back pocket.” The lady giggled, “So we had time to…”
“(Y/N)!” Sherlock cheered as he saw the girl appear behind the door. He jumped out of his seat and rushed over to her. “Kill me.” He mouthed jokingly. (Y/N) chuckled in silence and Sherlock winked at her. The old lady cleared her throat, capturing Sherlock’s attention back.
“Am I interrupting, Mr. Holmes?” (Y/N) inquired, using her professional voice tone.
“Not at all, my dear.” Sherlock said, “They were about to leave, right mum?”
“Mum?” (Y/N) gasped.
“Yes, sorry.” Sherlock dragged her to the leather couch as the couple got up. “Mum, Dad, this is (Y/N).” Sherlock introduced them, “(Y/N) these are my parents.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” (Y/N) smiled warmly.
“The pleasure is ours.” Mrs. Holmes said. She had a strange look on her face, and same look was shared by her husband. Both of them alternating their gaze between Sherlock and (Y/N).
“You came, you talked non-stop, you met (Y/N), and now you leave.” Sherlock urged to say, “Tell Mycroft I say hi.”
“But Sher…” His mom tried to argue, but Sherlock was already pushing them out. His mother stopped right before she stepped on the hallway and Sherlock couldn’t help but to stop pushing them due to the authoritarian look on her face. “Dinner, at eight today.” She said.
“I’m working on a case.” Sherlock argued.
“The victim is already dead, however we are not.” Mrs. Holmes snapped back, “Dinner at eight today.” She repeated and then looked at (Y/N). “Bring her.”
“William Sherlock Scott Holmes, you better be there with her or else…” She threatened.
“Yes, mum.” Sherlock nodded.
“Good boy.” She palmed his cheek and then left. Sherlock stood still, frozen in place until (Y/N) walked closer to him.
“I’m afraid you have to come as well… She can be scary when she’s mad.” He mumbled. (Y/N) giggled, guiding him to his seat.
“It’s fine; I’d love her to answer some questions for me.” Sherlock chuckled, finally relaxing from his sudden terror.
“There’s a list, she knows it by memory.” He commented.
“A list about common questions about you and Mycroft?” She inquired.
“Oh no, just a list of me.” Sherlock explained, “Mycroft’s got a whole file… She still doesn’t memorize it.” (Y/N) laughed loudly and Sherlock soon followed her.