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Abusive - Request

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch​:  Hi. I was wondering if you’d do a Sherlock x reader are married. They are out on a date when the readers abusive ex boyfriend turns up while Sherlocks popped to the gents.

Summary: In an attempt to escape from reporters, Sherlock and (Y/N) end uo at a very dark restaurant. He excuses himself and leaves her alone for a few minutes without knowing that her abusive ex-boyfriend was a waiter there.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Warnings: Abusive ex-boyfriend, is there really anything else to say?

Word count: 1,789

A/N: Don’t know if the ex is too much of an insane man… I have been reading “It” and, however’s read it knows why, that is the reason I wrote him like this. Also, as someone who’s seen abuse from up close, I beg of you guys, if you’re in an abusive relationship or know someone who is DO NOT stay quiet, you’ve got to talk and get help. Please. This is just fiction, there won’t be a Sherlock Holmes to rescue us, or even so an easy way to escape on your own. So please, do get informed and get help. I repeat, this is fiction.


Originally posted by silentauroriamthereal

The little restaurant was full. Every single table had been taken by either a couple or a family, and they were all chatting like they hadn’t seen each other in ages. The waiters were walking quickly to deliver the orders to the correct table, and the cooks were struggling to get every plate on time. The musicians were full of different songs – some songs were completely unknown to them – and the person in charge of the entrance was trying with all her might to calm every one down.

“It’s unbelievable how many people want to come into this place.” Sherlock observed. Of course, he had noticed everything.

“They don’t…”

“I know.” He interrupted his wife, “Half of them are reporters, the other half are fans.”

“You’re such a celebrity.” She joked. Sherlock smirked proudly, a few crinkles framing his blue eyes.

“You know what to order?” He asked.

“No… The menu is quite limited.” The mischievous smile that formed on his lips made it clear that he didn’t want to stay at that crowded place. “Where?”

“There’s another one, down the block, closer from home.” He whispered, leaning closer to give a stronger sense of privacy. “We can sneak through the back door, fool those paparazzi.”

“The things I do for you.” She sighed and then both of them followed Sherlock’s mind plan.

The back of the restaurant was dark and it smelled like fish, but it had a direct access to the opposite street, which was free of people. Sherlock and (Y/N) ran all the way to the other restaurant Sherlock had in mind. Hiding in the shadows, letting out breathy giggles and, most importantly, enjoying each other’s company.

Said restaurant was empty, and the dim lights worked perfectly as a cover up. No one could see the other’s faces unless they were at the same table or a waiter used to such lack of light.

The food of course wasn’t as good as the one from the last restaurant. It had a rather artificial flavour instead of the homely one Sherlock adored, but even so just being able to spend a night off with her was enough.

Two whole hours went by and they were about to leave. Sherlock popped to the gents while (Y/N) waited at the table, munching at a mint they had given them along with their change after paying the check.

She had felt like someone stared at her ever since she and Sherlock entered the restaurant. But she was so used to being followed either by reporters, Mycroft’s spies or Moriarty’s spies it could really be anyone. And she wasn’t doing anything bad, so she wasn’t worried to be caught on camera.


He had stared at her for those two hours. That slut. Giggling like an idiot, playing with her hair, caressing his palm… Of course she was doing it, he was a famous detective – a genius even – who led him to the next question: How come he hadn’t noticed yet what kind of whore she truly was?

He then left her alone. Alone in that dark place, vulnerable. The anger he had felt, locked inside him for ages, was now rising from the flames of his own inner Hell. His knuckles hurt, ached to feel her soft skin break over them, wanting to get splattered with her blood once more.

The mere thought of her pretty face covered in bruises excited him, making tingles appear all over his body in anticipation. The place was dark, he only needed to drag her a bit further away from her table, and so she wouldn’t know what hit her – literally.

He walked slowly towards her; like a predator haunting its prey before attacking. Observing her every move, her naïve expression, her… Her red lips. Those lips that made him lose control, in the exact tone that got his fury to unleash. She loved that colour that shade, it truly reflected her inner self: A whore.

He slid at the opposite side of the table, with his dark eyes glued to her who was distracted getting something from her bag.

“Have you seen my…?” She lifted her gaze, and the pure sight of the man who still gave her nightmares made her freeze. She was frightened to death.

Her blood started running faster, her lungs were lacking of enough air to contain her anxiety. Her heart skipped beats and then recovered them in a few seconds, which caused an inconsistent beating. Her hands, armpits and forehead started sweating, and her knees tingled, begging her to run. The ghosts of the past impacts invaded her mind, and all she could feel was the many bruises that were now long gone but used to belong on her face and arms. Her lower ribs and legs burned, remembering all those kicks and mislead punches they had received. Her lips went dry, and not even the lipstick could get them to hold them from breaking. She wanted to scream, but there was a knot on her throat avoiding a single sound to come out of her. Her flawless skin turned so pale anyone would’ve swore she was a ghost and her eyes hurt. She hadn’t blinked, she couldn’t, scared that he would use those seconds of blindness to harm her.

“You remember me.” He said as a wicked smile grew on his face. That smile, that cursed omen that warned her about the upcoming violence. It was there, right in front of her, directed to her once again.

“Please go away.” She begged in a whisper so low he could barely hear it.

He tisked his tongue and leaned closer. “I can’t leave, slut.” He whispered back, although his voice was audible, “I work here.”

(Y/N) tried to get up from the table, but he just slammed his fist once over the wooden surface and her instincts made her sit back. She hadn’t forgotten his rules.

“Who’s that man?” He asked, and (Y/N) knew who he was referring to.

“Don’t you watch the telly?” She inquired, trying to be brave like that time she escaped. He hissed back, showing all of his teeth.

“Sherlock Holmes, of course I know. What I mean is who is that man to you?” (Y/N) froze, hiding both of her hands under the table. Wanting to keep the diamond ring out of his sight.

“Her husband.” A third voice stated from behind him. Sherlock stepped closer, making the dim light shine over his face. “Who are you?”

He got up and tried to stand up in an authoritarian pose. Of course, Sherlock was taller, but even so he had the face of a maniac and that was pretty intimidating.

“Let me guess,” Sherlock smiled triumphant, “that poor bastard that… Yeah, of course.” The detective didn’t want to say it out loud, knowing exactly how she felt about it. “Think you can get her back to the cave of horrors?” A cruel chuckle left his plump lips, “C’mon, we both know you prefer to be the one beating rather than being the one beaten. So don’t make me bring you back to those summer days when mommy would hit you with a hot metal bar.”

“You think you’re smart?” He fumed. Of course mommy had hit him with a hot metal bar as a child, right on the palms of his hands – he still had the scars – but how could Sherlock know? Not even (Y/N) knew it.

“Smarter than you, yes.” Sherlock replied, “Isn’t that why daddy would punch you. For the low grades and the lack of brains… You think that reflecting that on (Y/N) or really any other woman will help you deal with your anxiety?” Sherlock shook his head, “Nothing will help unless you stop chugging on so much coffee… Although, I can’t really blame you because I wouldn’t want to have the nightmares you have.”

“Don’t make me hit you.” The lunatic warned and Sherlock couldn’t express his thoughts with anything other than a sarcastic laughter.

“You? Hit me?” He huffed, “I’ve dealt with Egyptian murderers and killed each and every single one of them with just one sword… My life’s been threatened more than once and I’ve defended myself. I fought the Golem and so many other criminals that are far better than you. Do you honestly think you scare me?” His voice had gotten lower and faster with each word. He had also leaned closer to the man threatening (Y/N) so that they were at eye level. “Don’t play with me, boy, unless you want to get burned.”

The man pushed him back. Trying to remember how the kids at school would beat him up before he learned how to defend himself – or rather mimic them and use said moves against them – and dodging Sherlock’s attempts to hit him. Although, of course, Sherlock was just distracting him.

It only took four punches. One under the ribs, another one at the back of the neck, the other at the back under his lungs, and the last one directed to the throat. Sherlock punched him in said order so fast nobody actually saw it, however, in just five seconds (Y/N)’s ex was on the floor, finding his will to breathe.

“I can’t believe you dated this pig.” Sherlock complained, “Thank God you changed your mind and ended up with me… Everything all right?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Please, Sher… Let’s just leave.”

“Just one moment.” Sherlock kneeled down to the floor to meet face to face again with the man. “You better disappear, because if I see you again I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again.”

“Sher.” (Y/N) begged, completely oblivious to what his boyfriend was whispering into her ex’s ear.

Sherlock stood back up and took his time to put on his coat and scarf before leaving. Of course, he made sure to step on the man’s stomach on his way out. Nobody touched his girl, less to say, nobody threatened her without Sherlock doing something about it. Everybody knew it, and those who ignored it… Bad things would happen. It was just his way of taking care of the one person that made him feel a lot more than friendship, the one to truly make him feel human rather than an uncomprehended genius. And God knows, Sherlock wouldn’t be able to live without her.

“The things I do for you.” Sherlock repeated her words as they walked out. (Y/N), who was still a nervous wreck, replied with a shy smile and a peck on his cheek. And so they walked through the cold streets of London, back to their tiny flat at 221B Baker Street, where no one would bother them - except for John, maybe.

*Requests are ALWAYS open.*

Chapter 195

Mrs Jian: I hid from you guys for so many years…but in the end I can’t escape my involvement with you guys…where’s my son?

He Cheng: This morning I just received that person’s information, now we’re in the process of tracking him. We’ll be able to track him quickly.

Mrs Jian: …..

He Cheng: That person’s objective is only Mr Jian.

Mrs Jian: What you guys are involved in, its your own problem….you have to make sure jian yi gets out with absolutely no harm done to him.

He Cheng: Mr Jian has already been notified.

Jian Yi: That old man left so long ago and he’s not back yet…don’t tell me he’ll leave me here to starve to death

Jian Yi: Its so quiet during the day…this place must be really deserted…

Jian Yi: Even if I do scream for help, no one would be able to hear…let’s just save some energy and think of a way to get out of here…

Jian Yi: ….

Jian Yi: Such a huge hole! How did I not see this before?!! (THANK YOU JESUS!!)

Jian Yi: I’m gonna take this chance now that he isn’t back yet! Quick!

Jian Yi: shit im in trouble!! My leg’s stuck!!

Kidnapper dude: Oi.. where do you think you’re going?




Grey haired man: to save you, idiot.


"Look at me!"
  • Harry: You were staring at yourself in the mirror, your reflection not showing what you wanted. You looked bloated, fat was in places that you never noticed before. You continuously sat in front of the mirror pinching at you arms, stomach, and thighs. The scale said you lost 10 pounds so why does it feel like you have gained 45? The media was always slamming you about being Harry's biggest girlfriend but you never caught sight of what they saw until today. You laid face down on the bed and just started to weep. You wish you could go back to the time when you didn't need to worry about body image, when you were tiny and proud of it. You were having a mental breakdown and you were all alone. "Babe! I'm home!" Harry's voice echoed through the house. You tried to get yourself together before Harry came up stairs, but you were a little too late. "What's going on?" He asked kicking off his shoes and sitting next to you in bed. "Nothing." you shrugged trying not to worry him. "You can tell me anything, you know that." He insisted kissing your cheek. There was a moment of silence and you then poured yourself out to him. Told him all about how you feel. After you finished your rant you hung your head, ashamed that you said anything. "Hey, look at me." he cooed as you lifted your head. "You're perfect to me, you're the best thing that has happened to me in a while, so stop getting yourself down and stop caring what everyone else thinks, okay?" He smiled, and you closed your eyes and nodded. "Because I think you're perfect." He said bringing your lips to his, sharing one last kiss before you both drifted into a slumber.
  • Niall: You and Niall were back at it again. You guys are having another argument over something stupid because he was in another one of his moods. "I am so tired of walking on eggshells around you! Its always one thing after another with you!" He yelled slamming his hands on the table. It was probably best that you were on opposite sides because you probably could have strangled him. "You think you're walking on eggshell around here? I haven't even done anything and you're screaming at me! You think I don't walk on eggshells!" You retaliated. "You're such a bitch yanno, and I work my ass off everyday unlike you who just sits around on yours! ." That one hurt, and you had no come backs. You were too nice to call him anything back so you took your hands off the table and walked away. It took him a minute to realize what he did wrong, and he was soon following you as you went to grab your shoes. "Where are you going?" He asked. "I can't be here right now." You sighed slipping on your Vans, lacing them loosely. "You can't just leave." He said grabbing your wrist. "Watch me." You said shaking your wrist loose and going to the door. "No wait!" He insited blocking the door. "I didn't mean what I said, I was angry and stupid." You avoided his eyes and tried to push pass him. "Look at me!" He said as you decided to look up. "I love you." He said. "Niall." You sighed. "No, I love you, you're not allowed to leave." He said his eyes almost tearing up. "Let me leave." You insisted.
  • Zayn: You hung your head as Zayn kept pacing back and forth. You knew what you did was wrong, but you don't even remember what happened exactly. "I can't believe you did this." He boomed. "To be fair I was drunk." You said, head still hung. "You honestly think that makes everything better?" He asked. "My drunk fiancé can't even stay loyal tp me, at a famous bar, and there were people watching your every move! Do you know how that looks!" He started yelling, getting madder ever minute. "You're ruining everything that we worked so hard to keep normal, do you realize that?" He asked angrily. "I know, it was a mistake, I don't even know what happened." You sighed, knowing he was mad. "You have nothing to say for yourself do you? You haven't even apologized yet, you have been trying to form an excuse." He was angry, his fists in tiny balls at his sides. "I can't apologize for something that I am not even sure happened!" You said quiet as possible. "Look at me!" He demanded and your head snapped to his face, you knew that was a mistake. His eyes were filled with pain, you could see the love for you, but he was just disappointed. "Nothing?" He questioned. "You have nothing to say?" You dropped your head. "No, look at me!" He demanded again. "I'm sorry." You whimpered. "I really am."
  • Liam: You and Liam have been getting more and more serious in your relationship. You have been spotted in public together and that just helped with you guys coming out as a couple and not just best friends. You guys were on your way to a movie when you both got mobbed by the paparazzi. Technically, management wouldn't let Liam admit to anyone about you but the constant media attention has given people a hint. "I don't know Liam." you said playing with your fingers. "I don't think it would be good media for you if we were together." You sighed. "What are you talking about?" He asked resting his hand on yours. "You know the word is getting around about us and I don't think people are going to like you being with me." He started to rub your hand slowly. "What in hell makes you think that?" He asked. "You know, I'm not like Sophia or Danielle I'm not a model, or dancer, or anyone important. I just think I am not the best right now." He interlocked your fingers. "Look at me." He said lifting your chin with his free hand. "I could care less what anyone else thinks, I love you and you should know that." He said kissing your hand.
  • Louis: You are having dinner with Louis family for the first time. You and his sisters got along just fine, and they loved you at first sight, it was his mom who wasn't a big fan. Louis's past relationships went pretty far and each time they ended in demise, so his mom was very skeptical of you and she didn't seem to pleased. As soon as you sat down and Louis introduced you two you could feel the tension. When she asked about school and what your studying for she basically laughed when you said childhood education. You didn't understand why she was acting like she hated you before you even met. The question became too much for you to handle before you excused yourself from the table to go to the bathroom. You went up the stairs to the bathroom an you just took a few deep breaths. A few moments later there was a light knock on the door. "Darling, its me let me in." Louis's voice ran through the door. You opened it and he stepped in. "Are you okay, you seemed frazzled when you left." He said holding my hands. "Yeah, I'm fine." I sighed. "No you're not, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asked. "Its silly, I just know your mom doesn't like me." I sighed. "First of all who cares, second of all look at you, you're perfect, my mom would have to be crazy to not think you are the most perfect thing in the world." He smiled. "Look at me." He said. "Get out of your head, you're perfect." He smiled and kissed your head.
  • -Jenni: )