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The Girl That I Want to Be - Sherlock x Adopted Daughter! Reader
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of Oneshot: Angst/Songfic/Fluff
Song Used: The Pony I Wanna Be from MLP
Reader's Relations: Sherlock's adopted daughter (the how of this isn't related to the oneshot)
Warnings: None that I can think of atm…
Other Notes: Don't ask how I thought of this, also this takes place within the two years that Sherlock is 'dead' for… also you're like 15 in this btw
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I sighed as I closed the door to 221B behind me, having let Mrs Hudson know I was going for a walk, and walked down the street, letting the thoughts of two years ago cloud my mind on the way to my destination. When I arrived in front of the great detective who had been my father figure for the majority of my life, I felt all my emotions pour out of me and I fell to my knees sobbing. By the time I'd finished my sob fest, I was sitting with my legs crossed and leaning on the grave of my adopted father. I sighed and wiped my eyes, trying to force myself to be mad at him for doing this. I then remembered the advice my father's 'friend', Dr Watson, had given me, and decided to let my sadness and anger out in one, "If I'm your diamond, then why do I feel so rough? I'm supposed to be as strong as a stone even that's not enough. There's something jagged in me and I've made such mistakes. I thought that diamonds were hard though I feel I could break."
I hadn't realised, but during my little sing, I'd fallen asleep and when I awoke, I was lying on a bench, my head resting on something soft, and on further inspection, when I'd woken up more, I realised it had been the lap of Inspector Lestrade. I immediately sat up with a start and apologised for falling asleep on him.
"(Y/n), calm down. You don't need to apologise. Now let's get you home it is late after all, what are you doing out for a walk at thing hour?"
I bit my lip and nodded but turned away from him as he stood up and started leading me back to Baker Street, a hand on my shoulder in a comforting way.
"I-I don't want to talk about it."
"I understand that (Y/n), I know it's hard for you, and we're all in the same situation. We all miss him in the sa-"
"No. You don't understand! You don't know what I've been through. My parents were murdered right in front of my eyes when I was eight, and it traumatised me so much, that I now have trust issues and the one person I thought I could trust most is also gone now and I don't know what to do!" I shouted, shrugging his hand off me and increasing my walking pace. Although, unfortunately for me, due to the height difference, me being a fifteen-year-old girl, and him being an adult male, the Detective Inspector caught up to me very easily, "(Y/n), you're right. I really don't understand what you've been through, but it's past midnight, and your fa-well, I'll be metaphorically dead if I let you walk home alone. Come on."
I froze at the almost mention of… him, and nodded defeatedly, knowing that Mrs Hudson was probably worried sick, and had probably notified Dr Watson that I hadn't returned yet, meaning he was probably starting to panic about what had happened to me too, "You're right. I-I'm sorry for lashing out at you, Inspector." I responded, bowing my head in shame.
"No, I needed that, (Y/n). Come on, I'll take you home."
However, on the way back to Baker Street, Inspector Lestrade was called to a crime scene, and he dragged me there, as he still wouldn't let me just walk home alone and I was made to sit on a bench somewhere he could still keep an eye on me. I sighed to myself and let the thoughts come back to me again, "Would you believe that I've always wished I could be somebody else? Yet I can't see what I need to do to be the girl that I want to be. I've been told my whole life what to do, what to say, nobody showed me that there might be some better way." This was kind of true. Growing up, I was subject to seeing many dead bodies and other crimes, as for some reason, I was dragged to every crime scene that my father and Dr Watson went to investigate, "and now I feel like I'm lost, I don't know what to do. The ground is sinking away, I'm about to fall through." It was true, with the incident two years ago, when I found out, it was like my whole world had crashed down into me, "Would you believe that I've always wished I could be somebody else? Yet I can't see what I need to do to be the girl that I want to be…To be the girl that I wan-Aaah! Geez, please don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Sorry, (Y/n), but I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. Come on, let's get you home."
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The first thing I did when I saw him right in front of me was gasp and blink before snapping out of it, "No…nononono, I must be dreaming."
"(Y/n), you're not dreaming. I'm here, and listen I am so sorry about this. I had no idea it would affect you this badly, you know how I am with fe-"
I felt the tears come to my eyes and I ran up to him hugging him, "I don't care about that now, you're alive and that's all that matters. I understand that you were trying to protect those close to you and I forgive, but please, never do that to me again, Dad, please."
"I won't. Don't worry, (Y/n)."
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Yeah… so this came to me…… meh I'm on holiday for two weeks now so yay!!
Classroom Shippers - Lestrade x Reader
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Reader's Relations: None
Warnings: None
Other Notes: You're a primary teacher in this
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"Miss (L/n), is he your boyfriend?"
I felt my face flare up at the question from the small girl. Maybe taking a load of 11-12 year olds on a school trip alone wasn't the best idea… I bent down away from the detective inspector to her level, "No… he's not. Now did you need something?"
"But you love him though, don't you?"
Again, my face went redder than I thought was possible as I responded, "Millie, my love life is none of your concert at the moment. Please just go and have fun while we're here."
"But there's like police guys everywhere! We can't do anything, that's what I came to tell you!"
I sighed, "Alright, can you go and get everyone to come back to the bus then? We'll go to the hotel for the afternoon then."
She nodded and ran off as I took a deep breath turning back to Greg, "I'm sorry about that, but this is what I get for taking them on a school trip all on my own."
"It's kind of cute to be honest. They're just looking out for you, you know, (Y/n). Want you to be happy and all."
I smiled, "I guess you're right, so… what happened here that you had to spoil our school trip?"
"Murder case. I just hope that Sherlock doesn't appear…" Greg responded, muttering the last statement, causing me to giggle, "You know Sherlock though, he will appear. I wish you luck for when he does. I should probably go and get those kids to the hotel," I replied, before saying my goodbyes and walking off outside where I saw the kids sitting on the bus, Millie waiting outside. I smiled and walked up, "Good job, Millie. Everyone here?"
She nodded, "Yep! So… are you sure that guy isn't your boyfriend?" I just shook my head and got on the bus, her following me as I talked to the driver about where the hotel was we were staying at.
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The last day we were in the centre of London for for the trip, again, somehow we managed to bump into Greg again.
"We meet again, (Y/n)."
I giggled, "Yeah. I guess we do. Another case?"
He nodded, "Yes, and unfortunately, that psychopath is already here."
I giggled, "I think you mean 'High Functioning Sociopath', Greg. You should listen to him though."
"I know, but he just makes Scotland Yard look like a bunch of idiots."
I giggled at his complaining but before I could say anything else, "Miss (L/n)!! When are we going home? Oh Hello again, Mr! Are you sure you're not Miss (L/n)'s boyfriend? This is the third day in a row we've seen you and her talking." My face flushed red and I hid behind the clipboard I had with the schedule written on as I composed myself, "Alright, We're going home now actually," I replied, checking the schedule, "To the bus!" The three boys smiled and took off, but before I could follow them, I felt a hand grab my wrist. As I turned around, Greg grabbed my upper arms and kissed me. I blinked and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back.
"Are you sure he's not your boyfriend?"
I flinched back at Millie's voice and cleared my throat "Well, I gu-"
"I am," Greg interrupted me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, leaning his head on my shoulder, "Now I guess I should let your teacher take you back."
Millie smirked and ran off as I turned around so I was now facing Greg, "Thanks for that. Now she's going to tell the whole class and I'll never hear the end of it."
He chuckled and pecked my lips, "They deserve to know that their teacher isn't single anymore. Plus otherwise they'll just get mad at you when your name changes."
I rolled my eyes and giggled, "Is this your way of proposing even though we literally just got together?"
"Well, we're childhood friends, we've known each other for so long, (Y/n), but no, not yet. Maybe in a few years."
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"Now, to conclude our final assembly of the school year, I'd like to pass over to our Year 7 teacher, Miss (L/n)."
I smiled and took a deep breath walking up to the small mic in the school hall as the headmistress patted me on the shoulder, "Good luck."
I nodded to her as a thanks before speaking into the microphone, "Hello to you all. Now those of you in year 9, might remember that school trip we had when you were in year 7, and how you kept asking me if the guy we kept running into was my boyfriend, well, when we come back in August, I won't be 'Miss (L/n)' to any of you anymore," this caused gasps and mutters of confusion to go around the hall, "as by that time that won't be my name. I am pleased to tell you all that I am getting married over the summer!"
There were many cheers throughout the school hall as I continued with one final point, "Oh, before I forget, Millie Williamson, please can you and your parents come and see me in my classroom after the assembly."
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"What did you want to talk to me about, Miss (L/n)?" Millie asked.
I smiled and bent down to her level the best I could, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Millie, how would you like to be the flower girl at my wedding?"
Her eyes widened and filled with joy, "Really?! You want me as part of the ceremony?!"
I nodded and she looked up to her parents a pleading look on her face. Her mother sighed, "Miss (L/n), may I ask why you want Millie to be your flower girl?"
"Well, to be honest, if it wasn't for her, then I wouldn't be getting married at all. It's thanks to her constant pestering two years ago that gave me the courage to confess my feelings to Greg, my now fiancé and I want her to be there as a thank you."
"I see."
"Please, Mum, Dad? Please can I do it?!" Millie asked again, causing both her parents to sigh, "Very well, what date is the wedding, Miss (L/n)?" I smiled widely and told them the date as Millie gave me a hug.
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I smiled, snuggling into Greg's side, the two of us sitting on the sofa in the house as I admired the shiny ring on my finger.
"How was today?"
My smile widened and I leaned up kissing him, "Absolutely perfect. I wouldn't have had it any other way."
"I love you, (Y/n). So much."
"I love you too, Greg. Both of you."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"I'm pregnant," I whispered in his ear before snuggling into his side and going to sleep.
'Secret' Identity - Sherlock x Reader
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Reader's Relations: None
Warnings: Mentions of bullying/swearing (probably)
Other Notes: This is like a High School AU btw, or I guess you could say 'teen!lock' as I've seen in other oneshots.
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"Hey!" I shouted as I noticed someone being bullied, "Stop that!" I continued walking over, a rather pissed look on my face, "What has he done to deserve this?!"
"Shut it, pipsqueak or you'll be next!" the bully responded before going kicking the poor guy in the stomach again. That got to me, and I grabbed the bully's collar, "Listen here, 'Buddy', you have no idea who I am. If you continue to bully this innocent boy then I will make sure you are executed, or at least put in the palace dungeons for the rest of your life. Am I clear?" The bully just scoffed, "And how do you think you'll manage that?"
I rolled my eyes and let him go as he ran off like a speeding bullet. I collected myself and bent down next to the curly-haired guy, smiling, "You okay, Buddy?"
He nodded silently but refused my hand when I held it out for him, "I'm not gonna bite, well I won't bite you anyway."
"T-thank you… Your Highness."
I froze, "H-how did you know?"
"Sherlock Holmes, at your service. You really want me to answer that question?" I nodded and sat down next to him as he started to reel off how he worked out I was the princess, which left me in complete shock, "Wow, you're amazing! You'd be a great detective."
Before he could reply, we heard the Headmistress' voice, "(Y/n)! Sherlock! My office now!"
I sighed and stood up, helping Sherlock up and we both followed her into her office, seeing a smirking Jackson standing in the corner. The headmistress sighed, "(Y/n), why were you picking on Sherlock?"
I blinked, "I wasn't doing anything! I was the one that was being nice to him after Jackson had kicked him and had him pressed against his locker! What motive would I have to do something like that to an innocent person?!" I spoke, sternly.
"Well, Jackson, here to told me that he saw you pressing Sherlock against his locker and kicking him."
I rolled my eyes, but before I could respond, Sherlock had piped up, "(Y/n) is telling the truth, Miss. She's done nothing wrong."
I smiled at him, thankful he was there too as I noticed Jackson's eyes widen and sweat starting to form on his forehead.
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"So, (Y/n) have you heard the story about the royal family and that accident?"
I sighed, "Which one, John? There's many stories surrounding my-the royal family," I replied, taking a bit out of my lunch.
"Well, there's a rumour going around that Princess (Y/n) didn't die in the accident that killed the king and queen. And I was thinking, your name is (Y/n) too…"
"Purely a coincidence, John. There's no way (Y/n) is the princess."
John just rolled his eyes at Sherlock's response, "You're the once that's always saying that 'there's no such thing as a coincidence' Sherlock! Is there something you two aren't telling me?"
I gulped as Sherlock patted me on the shoulder, causing me to look up at him and smiled, nodding. I took a deep breath and turned back to John, "John, please don't tell anyone what I am about to tell you, but yes, it's true. I-I am the princess. After the accident, my aunt took the throne as I was too young to rule at the time, being only 8, and I was sent down into the city so I could live a normal life until I was 18 when I could reclaim my throne. But a few years ago, it was found out that my Aunt had a daughter that no one new about, and because she's older than me, she's going to be the one succeeding my aunt on the throne."
"That's not right though!"
"I know," I replied, sighing, "But it's the way it will be, I can't change that. Plus, I don't mind living down in the city, you two, as well as my guardian are the only ones that know my true identity, and I want to keep it that way, at least until we leave school. I don't want people wanting to be friends with me because I'm a princess."
"That's understandable. Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret."
I smiled, "Thanks, John. That's why I'm glad to have you two as friends."
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I chuckled to myself, looking at the shared document that me, John and Sherlock had as we were working on a group project together, the rest of the class chatting away working on their projects too, however it all fell silent when there was a knock on the classroom door. Our teacher allowed entry and I gasped at who was behind it; my cousin. The same one that was supposed to take the throne. It was then that I noticed what was in her hands; a tiara, the same one that I had seen my mother wearing in photos from her coronation.
"I hate to interrupt your class, but may I speak to (Y/n)?"
"Lady Emma? What do we have the honour of seeing you?"
"As I said, I'd like to speak to (Y/n)."
I gulped and took a deep breath, standing up and walking over to her, "What? Have you come to rub it in my face? Go on then, put it on your head."
Emma just shook her head, "Actually, I came to do this." She then turned the tiara around in her hand and placed in on my head, causing my eyes to widen as it glowed. Emma just smiled, "The kingdom's magical crown, only glows on the head of the true heir to the throne. Well, what do you say, Your Highness?"
The whole class gasped and I just hugged her, "Wow, but, Emma, really," I paused and took it off my head, placing in on hers, "I was you to rule. I like my life down here in the city, I don't want to go back to the palace."
Emma sighed, removing the tiara and placing it on my head again, "You have to (Y/n). You're the rightful heir to the throne."
"Let me get this straight… so you're saying that the princess didn't die in the accident, and that our (Y/n) is the princess and rightful heir?!" Our Geography teacher spoke out. Emma just nodded, "Yup! Now you coming, (Y/n)?"
I sighed and took the tiara off my head, looking between it and Sherlock and John, before making my decision. I placed the tiara back on my head and walking up to my two best friends, pulling Sherlock out of his seat and kissing him, walking back up Emma after letting him go, and grabbing her hand, running out the classroom. A few hallways away, I heard my name, "(Y/n)! Wait!" I turned around to see Sherlock running after me, John chasing behind him. The former soon caught up and my face went red in embarrassment, "Listen Sher, I am sorry about what I did, I just wanted you to know I love you before I'm forced to marry so-" Before I could finish, he'd grabbed the back of my head gently and kissed me, "I love you too, (Y/n), I won't let you marry some random suitor." I bit my lip and turned to Emma who was smirking and putting her phone away, "Just texted my mother, if you want to choose him as your husband in the future, you can. You don't have to marry another royal." My eyes widened and I hugged her, "Thank you!"
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Yeah… this worked better in my head…. Well I'm probably gonna sleep now… saying that I probably won't… hehehehehe I can't sleep well
Deductions or Doctor? - John x Reader
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Reader's Relations: Sherlock and Mycroft's Sister
Warnings: None
Other Notes: In this you're part of Scotland Yard (it's for a certain reason….)
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"THAT'S IT! I'm GOING to actually kill Lestrade next time I see him!" I shouted slamming the door to 221B Baker Street behind me and walking upstairs.
"And what's up with you?"
I ignored John's question and sat down on the sofa, starting to angrily tap my foot on the floor.
"It's clear. (Y/n) is distres-"
"Don't you bloody dare be a smart ass Sherlock, I'm not in the bloody mood for your deductions right now. If you want to know, I'm rather annoyed because every time there's an even remotely 'exciting' case, Lestrade is immediately 'Oh let's get Sherlock Holmes. He'll solve this for us', and it just pisses me off. I mean, seriously, what impression does it give the people of London if Scotland Yard can't even solve one bloody case, always getting you," I pointed directly to my brother at that moment before continuing, "to solve any case we get, like come on!"
"I see. So, Lestrade isn't actually the cause of your frustration, it's me."
I scoffed, "Don't be so damn full of yourself Sherlock! Not everything is about you!" I replied standing up and walking to the kitchen, "Do we have anything I can eat? I'm starving."
"Strange. Are you feeling okay, (Y/n)? Normally you don't eat much."
I smiled, "Thanks for the concern John. I'm not sure, you are right, I mean I guess I did throw up this morning and I was feeling a bit lightheaded today."
"Hmm."
"What exactly does 'hmm' mean?" John asked, to which I rolled my eyes, "That is a question that's never going to get an answer, John. One thing about Sherlock is that he never explains himself!"
"Well I'm about to if you let me speak, (Y/n)!" Sherlock interrupted, continuing to pace around the flat. I rolled my eyes, "You're not the doctor here, Sherlock! So if there's something wrong with me, then John's the one that would know, not you!" I retorted, continuing to tap my foot on the ground angrily.
"Please stop doing that, it's incredibly annoying when I'm trying to think."
"Oh shut it, Sherlock! Just go into your little 'Mind Palace' or whatever you call it. I am not in the mood for this!"
"Ahh, (Y/n), you're back. I had a feeling you'd be in a bad mood, so I made you your favourite."
I smiled and ceased my foot tapping, turning to the doorway, "Mrs Hudson, you are my saviour! I'm starving and this is exactly what I need right now." I walked up to her and took the tray, going to sit at the sofa, seeing as it was the only available space, as Sherlock's 'experiments' had taken over every other surface in the flat, and digging in. The food was great, however the glass of water that Mrs Hudson had given me tasted like wax and I reluctantly swallowed it, "Eeugh. That tastes disgusting."
"Hmm, further proof of my theory. John, take a sip of that water."
"Why should I? (Y/n) said it tasted disgusting, I'm not going to-"
John, it's for an experiment, taste the bloody water!" Sherlock snapped and John quickly walked over as I handed him the glass, continuing to eat the food.
"That tastes perfectly normal."
"Oh great… so there is something wrong with me… yay," I spoke out sarcastically. Sherlock turned to me, a smirk on his face, "Well, I wouldn't say 'wrong' (Y/n)… Although, I guess it depends on how you'd feel about becoming a mother," he whispered the last part to himself, but I still heard it, "What the bloody Hell are you talking about Sherlock?! I am not-"
"You're pregnant."
I burst out laughing, "You have GOT to be kidding Sherlock, there's no bloody way I could be pregnant! I don't even have a boyfriend for crying out loud!"
"That is irrelevant. Last night you arrived back late, after midnight to be specific, as I was still awake when you returned, working on a case, I'll have you know, and I heard your footsteps, then this morning there was a stench of alcohol coming from your room, and I noticed a glass of water and some pain killers on your bedside table this morning.-"
"I put those there, Sherlock, just stop showing off please, it's getting annoying. I'm the doctor here, if (Y/n) is pregnant, I'll be the one to be able to tell that, not you."
"All the signs are there, John. They're all there. Signs of first trimester pregnancy: Morning sickness, increase in appetite and food and drink tasting different."
"Then explain the 'how', Sherlock, my dear brother," I spoke, standing up and crossing my arms, "Let us hear your amazing theory of how the bloody Hell I can be pregnant without even having a damn boyf-"
"One night stand."
"I beg your pardon!" I squeaked, "Sherlock! I am your sister, OLDER sister to be precise, how bloody dare you!"
He just smirked at me, putting his hands together in front of his face, "I'm right though, aren't I?"
I sighed and sat back down on the sofa, "I guess it's a possibility. I did go to the bar last night to celebrate finishing the case, but one minute I am sitting at the bat having a beer, then the next thing I know I'm in some random guy's bed compete-"
"You don't need to finish that sentence, (Y/n)."
It was then that a mass surge of panic took over me, "What am I going to do?! I'm a highly respected Inspector at Scotland Yard, if this gets out to the Press it's going to ruin my whole career! I can already imagine the headlines 'Respected Scotland Yard Inspector (Y/n) Holmes Disgraced Due to Pregnancy!' I just don't know what to do!" I lay on my back on the sofa, my arm over my eyes, trying to hide the face I was crying from the two of them.
"We'll keep it a secret somehow, (Y/n)."
"How?! At the moment it's going to be easy, but it's going to get extremely hard once she starts showing, Sherlock! What's your plan then? Keep (Y/n) hidden forever?!"
"No," Sherlock replied, "It's simple, John you're a doctor, right?" John sighed and I rolled my eyes, as Sherlock continued, "Well, you can do check-ups on her when she needs them and then-"
"Sherlock, I'm an army doctor! I have no experience in childbirth!"
"That is true. In that case, we're going to have to change plan. John you will pretend to be (Y/n)'s boyfriend when she needs to go for check-ups or whatever, and when the baby is born, pretend that you're the father."
"Is that really a good idea? Why me specifically?"
Sherlock took a deep breath, "Well we can't let anyone else know, and I can hardly do it. She's my SISTER, John! That's just unsettling."
John sighed, "You're right," before turning back to me, "You alright with this, (Y/n)?" I nodded shyly, "I-I don't want this to ruin everything, but we're going to have to tell Mycroft at some point, Sherlock."
"No. Not a good idea. He'll just.. No."
"Sherlock! He deserves to know he's going to be an uncle in nine months!"
"Okay fine, but not right now."
"Okay."
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"You feeling okay, (Y/n)?" John asked, rubbing my back as we sat in the waiting room, "This is your last check-up."
"I know. I've just been thinking. Amelia really deserves to have a father figure in her life and…"
"Y-you want me to be a father figure to her?!"
I nodded, a smile on my face, "Would you do that for me, John?"
Before he had a chance to respond, a nurse came over, "Miss Holmes, Doctor Matthews is ready for you now." I nodded and turned back to John. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him before standing up and following the nurse off, scared of what John's reaction was going to be.
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I smiled and thanked Doctor Matthews before leaving her office and walking back out to the waiting room. I saw John sitting in the same place he'd been before and when he spotted me, he stood up and walked straight up to me, grabbing my upper arms and kissing me. I blinked out of surprise but soon melted into it.
"Y-you like me back?" I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat. He nodded in response and I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder, "That makes me happy. I take it you want to to be Amelia's father figure then?"
John's only response was kissing me again, which I took as a yes, as the two of us left the hospital, John hailing a taxi back to Baker Street for us. When we got upstairs, I sat on the sofa and John came to sit next to me. I immediately snuggled into his side the best I could with my growing stomach and smiled, feeling him wrap an arm around me.
"Now this is strange because I don't actually know, what is going on with you two?"
I giggled and gave John a 'You want to tell him or should I?' look, to which he spoke, "Sherlock, I'm dating your sister, and there's nothing you can say to stop me."
Sherlock blinked in response, "Well then, I wish you both luck, but John, you hurt my sister, you're dead to me."
"Got it, Sherlock."
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Sitting alone in the flat, again I was bored, shooting at the small target that I'd put up on the wall to shoot at. However, soon I heard the door being opened and I smiled, knowing I wasn't alone anymore, however that smile soon faltered when I saw who had walked through the door. I immediately stood up and changed my grip on the gun, "what do you want, Moriarty? You know I can just call Sherlock right now to tell him you're here. I'm sure he'd love to finally catch you!"
He just chuckled, "Nothing this time, I was just passing by and thought I might come to say hello."
I gulped as he walked closer to me, continuing to speak, "I was also thinking of what a useful purpose you could have to me."
"What are you-" before I could finish, he'd placed a pair of glasses on my face and I lost control of my own body.
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I awoke in a strange room that I didn't recognise for the first few minutes, until I realised it was my childhood bedroom.
"Why am I here?"
"Don't you see it? You're bait."
"What for?"
I started shaking from nerves as I heard that evil chuckle again, "Oh dear… I guess you're not the same as your brother then… Can't you deduce why?"
I sighed, knowing fine well, "Sherlock. You're using me as bait to lead him to you."
"Correct."
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"Sherlock? Your phone buzzed."
"Hmm, can you read it for me."
Instead, John just threw it on my lap, "Read your own texts." I picked my my phone and my eyes widened, "John, come with me now," I spoke hastily, standing up and grabbing my coat, seeing that John hadn't moved, "Come on."
"Are you going to tell me?"
I rolled my eyes, "It's Lestrade, (Y/n) has been taken somewhere."
"W-what? How does Lestrade know?"
"This," I replied showing him my phone, on it was a picture of a note, that Lestrade had sent along with the text, the note explaining that (Y/n) had been kidnapped as well as a code to her location.
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"(Y/n)! We found you!"
I looked up to see Sherlock, with John and Mycroft both behind him. I smiled thankful they'd found me but then remembered, "You three need to get out of here. Moriarty is-"
"-Right here with you all. Now back up from her."
My heart started pounding again as Sherlock backed off, John and Mycroft doing the same, as Moriarty walked closer to me allowing me to stand up, "Now, Sherlock, I see you fell for it, now this is going to be your downfall. At the hands of your own sister."
"What are you talking about?"
Moriarty turned back to me, placing a gun in my hands and smiling evilly, as I then felt metal on the back of my neck, "This. You shoot one of them, and I'll let the other three of you go free," as he spoke I started to formulate ideas in my head of how to get out of this one of which being…, "If you shoot yourself, I'll let all three of them go, and if you choose not to shoot anyone, then I'll shoot you."
Again, I thought of something, but Moriarty had already realised I thought of it, "And, if you shoot me, you'll all be shot too."
I gulped and thought for a moment, before I heard three voices;
"(Y/n), shoot me, they're your brothers," John.
"(Y/n), shooting Mycroft is the better idea, then you will be able to live yourself," Sherlock.
"Don't be ridiculous (Y/n). You should do us all a favour and shoot our little brother." Mycroft.
My heart started pumping faster, and I spoke, "So… just weighing my options here," I paused and pointed the gun towards Mycroft, "There's the older brother who pretended I was invisible for 5 years, but if it weren't for him I wouldn't have my dream job of working in Scotland Yard," I then pointed it towards John, "The love of my life and the best friend I have ever had," and finally at Sherlock, "And the younger brother, who makes the whole of Scotland Yard look like idiots whenever he solves a case, as well as being an arrogant psycopath."
"I think you'll find it's 'Highly Functioning Sociopath'," Sherlock spoke out to which I rolled my eyes, blinking back the tears as well, "Now is not the time for this, Sherlock, I don't care right now what you want to call yourself."
I took a deep breath, "I have made my decision, but before I do this, please, let John and Mycroft go. I don't want to them to see this." My heart was pounding heavily and for once, Sherlock showed emotion, fear and surprise were in his eyes.
"Very well," Moriarty spoke, and I felt the metal leave my neck. While he was opening the door, letting John and Mycroft leave, I turned my attention to Sherlock, "Sher, on the count of three, run."
"What?"
"Run. On 3."
"What about you?"
"I know what I'm doing, just trust me on this, please." He nodded as Moriarty walked back and I felt the gun on my neck again. I took a deep breath.
"I'm waiting."
As my heart was pounding, I pointed the gun in my hands at Sherlock, mouthing out to him, "3, 2, 1."
"RUN!" As he ran I felt a gunshot, however, I felt neither a bullet hit me nor any pain. I smirked at Moriarty's confused face, as I punched him, running out after Sherlock, making sure to bring the gun that had been in my hands with me.
----------SHERLOCK'S POV
Once I'd ran out, I found John and Mycroft, but before anything could be said, a gunshot was heard, causing the three of us to grow silent.
"She didn't… did she?"
"Probably, knowing (Y/n). She told me to run, and not look back, so…"
"Oh well, I wouldn't be so sure. You might want to look behind you."
YOUR POV
I smirked as I walked up to the three of them, a smile on my face seeing their confused faces, "You boys okay?"
"How did you escape? We heard a gunshot."
I smirked and pecked John on the lips, "You should learn never to underestimate me. I realised the gun that I had to shoot one of you with didn't have any bullets in it at all, so while Moriarty was letting you two out, I switched the guns, so the one I had had bullets, and the one pressed against my neck didn't. That way when I told you to run I wouldn't be hurt when I was shot after letting all three of you survive. Oh and… you should probably know, Mycroft, but you're going to be an uncle soon."
"I guessed that, there's no way you could gain that much weight in that short of a period of time."
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I smiled as I now held Isabella in my arms. She looked just like me, something that I was thankful about.
"How are you feeling, (Y/n)?"
I looked up and smiled at John, "Much better now you're here. How are Sherlock and Mycroft holding up?"
"You don't want to know what's going on out there. Seriously, they're both at each other's throats about who is going to be a better uncle."
I giggled as John came and sat down, smiling, "Yeah… that sounds like my brothers, you want to hold your daughter?" John just looked at me in confusion, "but sh-"
"No biologically, but you're her father figure, John. Plus, she's going to grow up believing you are her father, so may as well let you know-" before I could finish, he'd kissed me, "Okay, I get the idea, but on that point. I-I have a question for you, (Y/n). Will you marry me?" he asked, kneeling down beside the hospital bed and pulling a small velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a ring. I felt myself tearing up and tried to blink them back, "YES!" John let out a sigh of relief and perched on the side of the bed, leaning down and pecking me on the lips before placing the ring on my finger.
-----------------------END OF ONESHOT
And here we go. I admit this worked better in my head….
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Reader's Relations: Sherlock's girlfriend of a few years
Warnings: None?
Other Notes: I know it's only August, but I thought of this and wanted to write it so… also, this is set a few years after the events of s4…. Mainly for a certain thing that I wanna do with this oneshot. Also, you work at Scotland Yard for this, and I know you did for the last oneshot I wrote, but it's for a bit at the end.
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I smiled as I looked up at Sherlock, getting a glare in return which caused me to giggle, "Come on Sherly, it's Christmas, if you back out of seeing your parents today I'll never forgive you."
"Fine," he replied, knocking on the door as the smile returned to my face and I leaned up, pecking Sherlock's cheek, just as the door was opened, "Oh Sherlock! It's lovely to see you again! And (Y/n)! It's great to see you too! And this must be Amelia, you've grown since the last time I've seen you."
Amelia, our five-year-old daughter, stuck her head out from behind my leg and waved, causing me to giggle and bend down, picking her up, which then prompted her to hide her face in my neck. I looked back to Sherlock's mother and responded, "It's great to see you too, Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you too, Dear. Now why don't you come on in?" she replied, stepping out of the way and allowing us to come in, closing the door behind us.
"Can I be of any help?"
"Oh nonsense, Dear. You're the guest, it's not right to ask for help from you."
"I'm the one offering. Plus, I have a feeling I know what's going to go down in there," I responded, pointing to the living room where I could already hear Sherlock and Mycroft at each other's throats.
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"(Y/n), please, don't be greedy."
I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, Sherly. You can't tell me what to do!"
"It's alright, Dear. There's plenty of food for everyone, have as much as you want."
I smirked and turned back to Sherlock, placing another sprout on my plate, adding to the pile of what was already 5, "See! Even your own mother agrees with me!"
Sherlock just shook his head and muttered, "Remind me why I decided to ask you out again?"
I elbowed him, "Because deep down in that lump of ice called a 'heart' you love me Sherly, and I love you too," I replied, pecking his cheek.
"Eww!"
I giggled and turned to Amelia who was sitting across from me, between her uncle and grandfather, "Something wrong, Honey?"
"I don't want to watch this!"
I let out a small laugh, "You'll find love yourself one day, Amelia, and then you'll have your children doing the same."
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Soon it was time for everyone to open presents and everyone was happy with theirs, but there was one more left. I took a deep breath and held out the box to Sherlock, "Last one. This is from me."
He smiled and took the box, starting to unwrap it at a slow pace, which made me get impatient and more nervous than I already was, but soon, he'd got the paper off and opened the box. I giggled as his face turned to confusion, an emotion not usually found in the great Sherlock Holmes, "(Y/n) why have you given me tiny little knitted boots? And a photo?"
"Not just any photo, Sherly."
He looked closer at it and I could see the cogs turning in his head before seeing the lightbulb, "Amelia's getting a little sibling isn't she?" I smiled and nodded, "Yup… You're right." I then remembered something. Smirking, I held my hand out to Mycroft, who begrudgingly placed a £10 note in my hand. I retracted my hand and placed the note in my coat pocket, before noticing Sherlock's still confused face, "What?"
I giggled, "Bet whether you'd work it out or whether I would have to tell you."
"And how did Mycroft know before you told me?! I'm your husband!" I bit my lip, "He caught me knitting the-did you just say 'husband'?"
Sherlock's eyes widened and I heard chuckling from my other side, "You've got to ask her now."
Sherlock took a deep breath, and fiddled around in his coat pockets for a while, before pulling something out, "(Y/n), I know I'm not the best with feelings and everything, calling them unnecessary and pointless at times (There's an easter egg for those Ace Attorney fans out there that might read this), but since I met you, that changed, you melted the wall that was around my heart and I love you, but I guess what I'm trying to ask is, will you marry me?" he spoke, opening the small box, revealing a ring as he got down on one knee in front of me. I gasped in surprise and nodded as tears came down my cheeks.
------------------A few weeks later
"Detective (L/n). Have a good Christmas?"
I nodded, "Yup! You know something, Greg, probably the best Christmas of my life! Also, you're not gonna be calling me that for much longer."
"What do you mean?" the Detective Inspector replied, causing me to snigger as I lifted my left hand up to his face, "I'm engaged!" A smile appeared on his face as he hugged me, "Good on you, (Y/n)."
"Are you ever going to tell me who the lucky guy is that stole your heart?"
I smirked, debating it, "Maybe. Or I might just make you wait till the wedding date for you to see…"
"Are you ready to go, (Y/n)?" I looked to the doorway to see Sherlock standing there, with a smile plastered on his face. I nodded and stood up from my desk, walking up to him. I kissed his lips and smiled, "Let's go!"
"SHERLOCK HOLMES!? (Y/n)! You have some explaining to do!" I heard Greg shouting after me as I walked out of the Scotland Yard building, arm in arm with Sherlock.
Master list:
As I publish stuff, I will update this. - Underlined, have links, non-underlined are not linked yet
FandomMas: 2023
Ace Attorney + Next Gens
Oneshots:
TGAA: Sherlock x Reader: Flowers of Love
DD/SOJ: Trans! Apollo x Reader: Love is Unconditional
DD: Simon x Phoenix's Sister! Reader: All for One and One for All
DD/SOJ: Apollo x Divorced! Reader: Doors Closed? Well, Windows are Always an Option
Addison x Edgeworth's Daughter! Reader: Untitled
Series:
BBC Sherlock
Oneshots:
Sherlock x Reader: A Christmas Surprise
Lestrade x Reader: Classroom Shippers
Sherlock x Reader: 'Secret' Identity
John x Reader: Deductions or Doctor?
Sherlock x Daughter! Reader: The Girl that I Wanna Be
Series:
Black Butler
Oneshots:
Ciel x Reader: A Birthday Surprise
Grell x Reader: BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!
Sebastian x Reader: Cats
Ciel x Reader: Secrets
Mey-Rin x Reader: Taking the Blame
Alois x Reader: Will He Allow It?
Series:
Descendants
Oneshots:
Ben x Reader: (Needs a Name)
Carlos x Reader: Dog Lovers
Series:
Encanto
Oneshots:
Bruno x Reader: You Can Always Find Help in Friends and Family
Series:
Fantastic Beasts/Harry Potter
Oneshots:
Newt x Reader: Bowtruckles Know Love
Newt x Reader: The Memory of a Muggle
Newt x Reader: Trust is Important
Newt x Reader: Bookstore Lovers
Sirius x Reader: Protection and Pranks
Sirius x Reader: Some Facts Are Good to Know
James x Reader: Seven Minutes with Black
Remus x Reader: Visiting Hours
Sirius x Reader: The True Gift of Gifting (Christmas oneshot)
Remus x Reader: Frozen Heart
Wolfstar x Reader: Extreme Truth or Dare
Sirius x Reader: Its the Inside That Counts
Series:
WolfStar x Reader: Flirting Gets You Nowhere Part 1 Part 2
Wolfstar Raise Harry: Part 1 (Not x Reader)
Fireman Sam (Plz don't judge meh)
Sam x Reader: Some Secrets Can Be Shared
Sam x Daughter! Reader: How Far I'll Go (Songfic)
Genshin Impact
Oneshots:
Series:
Glee
Oneshots:
Kurt x Reader: Similarities
Blaine x Trans ftm! Reader: Love Story
Sebastian x Blaine's Sister! Trans ftm! Reader: You Are the Reason
Series:
Hamilton
Oneshots
John x Reader: Strangers to Lovers
Jefferson x Washington's Daughter! Reader: (Y/n)'s Candy Store
Lee x Laurens! Reader: "Get Away From My Sister!"
John x Laf's Sister! Reader: Laf the Matchmaker
Series:
Hazbin Hotel:
Oneshots:
Alastor x Reader x Lucifer: A Tale of Two Dads
Series:
Hetalia
Oneshots: Series:
Mlp
Oneshots:
Coloratura x Reader: Remembering
Rainbow Dash x Reader: Tone it Down
Human! Sunset x Reader: Forgiveness, Can you Imagine?
Series:
OHSHC
Oneshots:
Hikaru x Reader: Always There for You
Tamaki x Reader: Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forever
Hikaru x Reader: Jealousy
Tamaki x Reader: Mistakes of the Past
Tamaki x Reader: Never Give Up Hope
Kaoru x Reader: Safety Sacrifice
Tamaki x Reader: Wait...
Series:
Paw Patrol
Oneshots:
Marshall x Reader: Battle of the Klutzes
Ryder x Reader: Behind the Scenes - I can't find on my Wattpad....
Chase x Reader: Guard Dog.... Literally
Ryder x Reader: You'll Always Belong
Series:
Pokemon
Oneshots:
Cress x Reader: (Needs a Name)
Cress x Reader: Why Didn’t You Just Tell Me?
Chili x Reader: You Caused This?
Cilan x Reader: An Utter Surprise
Cress x Reader: Smarts of Reader-Chan
Cilan x Reader: (Needs a Name)
Professor Sycamore x Reader: Thank You?
Series:
Sofia the First
Oneshots:
Cedric x Reader: Sofia and James; Ace Shippers!
Series:
Yuri on Ice
Oneshots:
Viktor x Reader: A Helping Hand
Series:
IF you would like me to post any of the ones that aren't links, lmk and I will do!