The Devil Came to 221 B - Sherlock Holmes x Reader
Requested by @thefandomfairy567 : Can you do a sherlock x reader were the reader is dating sherlock in secret and irene adler starts flirting with sherlock and the reader gets jealous so she roasts irebe and kisses Sherlock?
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Y/n L/n and Sherlock Holmes has been together for the better half of a year. But of course, no one knows, Sherlock had asked to keep it all hushed, for his reasons. And Y/n never minded, it made the moments when they were alone even more special. She’s had her doubts, on many occasions, but Sherlock had always reassured her. And even though he could be quite a prick, he had his head in the right place.
But now, Y/n wished she had made it known, she knows she should have, but she wanted Sherlock to feel comfortable. She didn’t want to push him out of his norm, or push him away for that matter.
But would it have made a difference?
Sherlock is a handsome guy, nothing could beat those dark curls, high cheekbones and eyes you can’t really tell the color of. He was bound to turn heads, especially the head of this devil.
Y/n had been around when Irene Adler was a threat. A threat to British Royalty and her potential love life. She and Sherlock hadn’t been together at the time, but boy did she hate her. With her pretty face and perfect body and her great hair. She was sure that after that dilemma Sherlock wouldn’t have bothered to look at her once. But then she was no longer an issue, or so Y/n thought.
Y/n and Sherlock had come back from a lovely evening; dinner and a walk by the Thames. They had talked about finally letting everyone know and joking about the possible reactions of their friends. But a perfect evening turned to a nightmare when they found the Devil herself in their flat. Dressed in a form fitting black dress, dark hair falling elegantly over her exposed right shoulder, a smile on her blood red lips.
Y/n felt her stomach churn at the sound of her sultry voice, dripping with liquid seduction. Sherlock seemed surprised, at seeing her there, as she was supposed to be out of the country and out of their hairs for good. Y/n takes off her coat, eyeing Irene coldly. Sherlock was the first to speak, walking towards the woman, “What are you doing here?” he asks, Y/n couldn’t see his expression from where she stood a few steps behind him and she couldn’t guess it. “Now is that anyway to treat an old friend?” Irene asks, taking a step towards him as well. “What are you doing back in England?” Sherlock asks, unmoving and Y/n watches the scene with uncertainty. She couldn’t help but feel that burning sensation in her chest, as she smiled up her boyfriend. One that made her clench her fist and grit her teeth and made her want to throw Irene down the stairs. “You never answered my texts,” Y/n watched as Irene walked around so that she could clearly see Sherlock’s face.
“I had no reason to,” Even as Sherlock said this, Y/n saw something in Sherlock’s eyes, the way he was looking at her. Like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.
Y/n closes her eyes, and takes a breath.
“So, now that I’m here. Let’s have dinner,” Y/n eyes opens at that and she looks between the both of them, the burning in her chest only escalating. “And, perhaps, pick up where we left off.” She says suggestively, she had her hand on Sherlock’s arm, and Sherlock… she could tell he was thinking.
He wouldn’t dare consider that offer.
Y/n clears her throat loudly, reminding them both that she is actually there. Trying to remind Sherlock that she is there. She was staring at Irene though, her e/c eyes narrowed dangerously. “First of all, you’re not welcomed here.” Y/n says coldly, “And second, no. He would not like to go to dinner. I don’t appreciate you trying to work your charm on my boyfriend. Now if you don’t mind,” Y/n steps away from the open door, pointing out, “Get out." Y/n feels Irene’s blue eyes scan her form, and the woman laughs, looking back at Sherlock. "Oh, I like her, and I could see why you do, too. She’s feisty,” she smiles, “Can I keep her?”
“Get. Out.” Y/n seethes, watching as Irene chuckles, clicking her tongue against her teeth. “I’d keep a close eye on this one, Sherlock.” Those were her last words before she walks out the door, and Y/n closes it harshly behind her. She closes her eyes and takes a few breaths. “Y/n,” she hears Sherlock call, without looking at him, she walks through the kitchen, towards their shared bedroom. “Y/n.” Sherlock had a grip on her arm now, she refused to turn and look at him. She didn’t want him to see the tears that had already fallen. “Look at me, please?” Y/n turns around and looks up at him, “Why are you crying?”
“You were actually considering her offer,” Y/n says, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip. Sherlock’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, “You know I… ”
“–No, no. Don’t say that. Because if you say you weren’t, then you’d be lying to me.” Y/n sighs, closing her eyes for a brief moment, “It took you very long to notice,”
“Me.” Y/n smiles sadly, “And it only took a matter of seconds for you to notice Irene Adler when she walked into a room wearing absolutely nothing. I could lose you just as fast,” Y/n whispers the last part, afraid that if she spoke any louder, her greatest fear would come to life and she just be left there. “You silly girl,” Sherlock says with a chuckle, “She means nothing to me,”
Y/n feels Sherlock’s thumbs wipe at her damp cheeks, “You think I’d take one look at her and I’d leave you,” Y/n nods and Sherlock chuckles again, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to him. “Then who would I have to get jealous when another woman even thinks to look my way?” “I wasn’t jealous.” Y/n states, smiling because she was, and there’s no point in hiding it when Sherlock already knows. Like she’s mentioned, she’s had her doubts, and right now, doubt is clouding her mind. But, Sherlock had always reassured her, and she doesn’t think that Irene Adler would ever be a problem. “Yes you were,” Sherlock says seriously, looking down at her, “And I don’t want you to worry your pretty little mind over silly things such as Irene Adler.” Y/n sniffles a bit as Sherlock tilts her head upwards and kisses her sweetly, “Okay?”
So this happened tonight. Which is of course Martin Freeman’s Labour Of Love Play. It was brilliant, hilarious, moving, and wonderfully acted by Martin, Tamsin, and the rest of the cast. Martin spraying squirty cream under his armpits was a highlight, as was his dancing. Fantastic play, fantastic evening. I love London so much.
Martin Freeman’s got lots of wonderful quirks and talents, many of
which are on display in the film. But his most remarkable quality as an
actor is to be able, with absolute clarity, to convey that he’s thinking
two things at the same time. And you know as an audience what they are.
And I wasn’t the only one on the set to say to himself later: “I wish I
could act like that.” He has a palette of subtlety. And I thought, this
is a new sort of acting that I’ve never seen before. — Sir Ian McKellen,
The Hobbit Behind The Scenes