Pairing: Sherlock x Reader
Content/Warning: Fluff, hint of angst, an adorable dog
A/N: Yay, request time! This was another one from an anon, requesting 1, 11, and 18 with an ending where they keep the dog. I hope you guys enjoy, and I should have another fic out later this evening.
You had somehow managed to convince Sherlock to take a break from his current case, with the excuse that perhaps the open air would help his brain function, leaving the two of you walking down the busy London roads. It was a windy, overcast day, and the two of you had your coats wrapped around your forms. “Want to visit Lestrade?” You asked.
“No,” Sherlock said instantly. “That would just slow down my brain function.”
“Okay then,” You said with a shrug, eyes wandering aimlessly around your surroundings. They settled on what looked like a young dog huddled under a bench, who looked skinny and cold. “Sherlock, look!”
He glanced towards where you pointed. “A dog.”
“Let’s go see it!” You said, about to bound over when he grabbed your arm.
“Y/N,” Sherlock said, “We’re not stealing that dog.”
“It’s not stealing if the dog is a stray, Sherlock,” You said with a roll of your eyes. “The poor thing looks like it hasn’t had a decent meal in weeks.”
Shaking out of his grip, you made your way over to the stray, who skittered back nervously. You sat on the opposite end of the bench, talking gently to it, and eventually it ventured towards you, close enough to gingerly sniff your fingers. Of course, Sherlock decided this was the perfect time to intervene, causing it to scamper back again. “Sherlock!” You exclaimed in frustration. “You scared it!”
He gave a somewhat annoyed sigh. “How is this my fault?”