Sherlock Vday challenge: Day 9
Sherlock x reader
Am I the only one who noticed how much Sherlock seems to spend most of his time being stangled? Like, does he love this or something? Or maybe it’s the only real way to kill him? ‘Cause we’re proven he won’t die of a fall, nor from a gunshot so…. Anyway…
So I’m kind of late for this one but yeah… here’s yesterday’s prompt for @prettyxlittlexwriter‘s Sherlock Valentine’s day challenge. I might try to do the one for today later this evening.
Today’s Yesterday’s prompt was “Yes. But I’ll never admit it.” And as per usual, thanks to @prettyxlittlexwriter for the ending, I seriously sucks at writing those x)
If any of you wants to read more of these, or try the challenge with us, check for the tag #Sherlock VDay Challenge. There will be every kind of fics, from inserts to ships, both from 2 lists, a general one and a smutty one.
Air. He needed air. Quickly. His lungs were crying, screaming for the much needed oxygen, as the cold fingers were tightly wrapped around his neck, choking him. Desperately trying to free himself from his aggressor, who had tackled him on the ground and was now on top of him, the man tried to call for his friends, but no sound could leave his throat.
“Oh stop doing this will ya?” whispered the strangler, leaning over him. “It would be over quicker if you just let me do my job…”
Everything was darkening around the poor man, as he tried to remember how exactly he had ended up in such a predicament.
“I got it!”
Sherlock’s face lit up as he finally found the solution to the difficult case he had been working on lately.
“Oh! You’re still alive? I was starting to think you had died.” Deadpanned his friend, who was laying on the couch, reading.
The detective had spent the whole day in this state, simply staring in front of him, deeply lost in his mind palace. Of course he had thrown everyone out of the flat with the exception of dear Y/N. The only person whose presence would never trouble him.
“So, who’s the killer?” asked the woman, sitting correctly as she placed the book on the coffee table. “It’s the one with the dog, isn’t it?”
“Not at all dear Y/N, not at all.”
“Then it’s the mailman? The cook? The gardener? The father maybe?” tried his friend.
“No, no, no and no.” he answered and then extended a hand to her.
“Then who is it?” she sighed, handing him his mobile.
“You’ll see when we catch him.” told the detective, texting.
“Sherlock. Please tell me you remember the day…” pondered the woman.
“Hum… February 14th if I recall, why?”
“You are kidding, right? We’ve got a date tonight Holmes! How could you not remember it?!” she exclaimed.
“Don’t worry Y/N, will be back right in time, I swear. We will catch him in no time, John will meet us there, are you coming?” insisted the dark-haired man.
“What if we get injured? Or worst, killed?!” she objected.
“It won’t happen, trust me. And what would you do anyway, staying here all by yourself? It’s way more fun to go on a chase and you know it.” Retorted the man, blue eyes shimmering with excitation.
“I guess I don’t exactly have a choice…” sighed the woman, following him out of the flat.
And as soon as they arrived, the killer took them by surprise with his accomplices. John was currently battling with a man twice his size, and Y/N was trying to push away the one with the small knife.
The world was blurry around Sherlock, his heart beat fastened as he rolled on the ground with the man, weakly trying to unwrap the long and pale fingers around his neck before he would run short of air for good.
“Y/N! John!” he tried to scream, his hoarse voice barely above a whisper.
“Tut tut tut Mr. Holmes. There is no need to call for your friends… Besides,” he turned his head to them, “they’re far too busy to hear you…”
His head was spinning, his throat aching, everything seemed farther and farther from him. The pain was horrible, inhuman, the abyss was calling for him, the temptation to give up and definitely close his eyes, powerful.
All of a sudden, the man on top of him fell limp, as the pressing from his fingers stopped. Coughing, Sherlock stayed on the ground, trying to understand what was happening.
“Sherlock!” exclaimed Y/N, holding a gun, the man with the knife now on the ground, either knocked out or dead. “Oh God please, don’t tell me I shot you!”
She ran to him as John finally got rid of the last criminal, knocking him on the ground too. She knelt down beside Sherlock and pushed the body off him, giving the detective a concern look.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” He told her in a raucous voice, still trying to catch his breath.
“I told you this was a bad idea Sherlock, but as always, you didn’t listen to me! You’d be dead if I chose not to come! You are an idiot Holmes!”
“You know you are.”
“I’m with Y/N on this one.” Laughed John.
“… I might be, yes. But I’ll never admit it.”
She rose on her feet and offered him a hand, rolling her eyes.
“Lestrade is already on his way.” Said John. “Next step?”
“Dinner.” Answered Sherlock, giving a look to Y/N. “I swore we’d be in time.”
“Sherlock, you were nearly just killed!” John exclaimed.
“All the more reason to celebrate being alive,” Sherlock said, reaching for his girl. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Besides,” he said, pulling away, “I fear that if I cancel this date, I might not survive my next brush with attempted murder.”
“He’s not wrong,” Y/N joked. “I bought a new dress and everything.”
John rolled his eyes and shook his head, but decided to let this one go. They were alive, they were happy and it was Valentine’s Day. There was little more he could ask for.