As ever, Watson, you see but do not observe. To you the world remains an impenetrable mystery whereas to me it is an open book. Hard logic vs romantic whimsy. That is your choice. You fail to connect actions to their consequences. Now, for the last time…
Hopping out of the cabbie you breathed in London’s air.
It had been a while since you last visited the city; let alone Baker Street. Surely
Ms. Hudson would be surprised that you decided to visit her or be upset that
you don’t see her enough. Work had taken you all over the world, but most
recently the States. It was fun in New York, but you missed that dear old woman
whom you grew to know as your aunt. You pushed the buzzer and waited anxiously.
The door opened revealing an overly ecstatic Ms. Hudson.
“Oh Y/N love, I can’t believe you’re here! Come in, come
in! I’ll put the kettle on, make you a cuppa.”
“Thank you Aunt Louise, I’ll take it as you’re happy to
see me?” You asked her laughing.
“Oh my dear love, always! I hadn’t got groceries yet. You
know, I’ll do that now. Make you a nice breakfast. Up the stairs and to the
left, you can see if there are any biscuits. Probably not, but worth a try.”
“No it is fine, don’t put yourself through the trouble. I
had something to eat on the plane.”
“Ohh I bet it was no good. I’ll be right back love.”
Before you could intervene again, Ms. Hudson was out the door. She was right, airplane food was never good. You
thought biscuits would be great with tea, so you made your way up the stairs
and into the dusty kitchen. “Never heard of a dusting rag I suppose.” You
thought to yourself. You rummaged through the cabinets until you found what you
“Here we go.” You pulled them out of the drawer and
before you could place them down you heard someone walk in. “Well that was
quick, I found the bis-.“ You stopped talking when you turned around. Two men
were standing there stunned.
“Who exactly are you?” The smaller man asked.
“A guest visiting family. My Aunt Louise, I’m sure you
know her as Ms. Hudson.”
“Ms. Hudson? She has family?” The man asked his friend
who was staring intensively at you.
“Well yes.” You cut in. “She and my grandmother are
friends. I grew up with Ms. Hudson as my Aunt.“ You answered looking at the two.
“How was the flight?” The taller man asked finally
releasing his intense stare at you.
“It was fine, thanks for asking.” You replied proceeding
to get a biscuit.
“New York was it? 6:30 flight non-stop?”
“Yup, that is right.”
“And your dog, I’m assuming you put him in a kennel while
“She’s with some friends.” You said correcting him.
“Oh well common mistake.” He replied rolling his eyes.
“It would appear so.”
“Aren’t you at all surprised that he can do this?”
“Oh please John, no need.”
“No really Sherlock.”
“Do you guys always do this?” You asked laughing.
“Do what?” Sherlock cut in.
“Talk to each other like no one is listening?”
They both looked at one another for a second before back
“To answer your question John; no I’m not. Anyone is
readable if you pay attention.” You replied before grabbing your things and
heading for the door.
“Then read me.” Sherlock answered. You took in a breath
and turned around.
“Serious?” Instead of speaking he just raised an eyebrow.
“Ok then.” You put your things down and got a quick all over glance at him.
“I see a man who is estranged from his family; someone
who prefers be alone. You do visit them on holidays, like it or not. You have
an older brother whom you like to compete with. You claim to not have friends,
although many people consider you theirs. You may have been in love once, but
it didn’t work out. Let’s not get too much into that seeing that you don’t care
for it. You’re a detective, very good one at that. This could be the reason why
you get on people’s nerves. Some might even say you’re a psychopath – no a
high-functioning sociopath. I mean the way you guys were bickering downstairs before
you came up here says so. That not cheating by the way, that’s listening. You
also smoke cigarettes, which is a nasty habit might I add. Even though you
don’t do it every day, it’s still bad for you… You see anyone is readable
Sherlock. As long as you pay close attention, you could tell a lot about a
person.” Both of the men stood there shocked with their mouths slightly open.
“I’m going to say that I was pretty accurate, yeah?” You
said nodding your head.
“Y-you got that from John’s blogs didn’t you?”
“Ahhh, there it is!” You said throwing your head back.
“What?” Sherlock asked furrowing his eyebrows.
“There’s a blog; confirmation of yours and John’s
“We’re not gay!” John said throwing his hands in the air.
“I didn’t say that. Just that there is a very strong
relationship between the two of you; virtually indestructible. You guys are
each other’s’ best friend, am I right?”
“You got that from me mentioning a blog? Sherlock look at
“Well you didn’t need to say that the blog was about the
two of you for me to guess that. You kind of said it yourself.” You replied
smiling. They were both standing there speechless when you grabbed your things
once more. “It was nice meeting the two of you, really it was. Maybe we can go out
for dinner, the five of us.”
“Five?…” John asked confused.
“Well you’re married and expecting aren’t you John?!” You
yelled going down the stairs. When John turned to look at Sherlock, he saw him
“I like her; she actually makes very good use of her head.”
Sherlock said keeping his eyes forward.
“Remember my middle name is Hamish.” John laughed quietly
heading for his chair.
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Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.
Word count: 2,807
A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.
never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week –
or at least not one Sherlock cared about.
fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours
throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his
girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every
(Y/N) was tiding
it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.
you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.
“I know, I
just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.
She shook her head.
just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.
“I knew I
wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.
You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast
with your instrument.”
didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.
She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes
and dusted the furniture.
couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his
finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of
change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following
She was resplendent
yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”
looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”
you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we
all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.
followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without
even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing
and stood still, following her every move.
getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.
He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”
“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With
each second that passes.”
sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the
bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.
stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting
and reading a newspaper.
something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend
but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.
knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed
the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it
would be impossible for him not to react.
read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.
“I like to
re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.
a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes,
“But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”
girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.
friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.
you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood
fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently
for her to get out.
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Just a little screenshot redraw ! ;w; I know that a lot of people already have drawn this scene..but I also wanted to give it a try..! ;D I hope that you like it <3