Sherlock Holmes x Reader|Chapter 3|Sherlock Holmes x Reader|Acquaintances To Family|Chapter 3|The Blind Banker
I was just casually lounging about in my chair doing nothing, as usual. The past few days had been boring. Not much going on. I hadn't been called up about any cases since me and Louise had arrived in London and got settled into 221C. Yesterday and today, Sherlock and John had been in and out of Baker Street constantly. Most of the time they were in a hurry. Suddenly, a loud racket from upstairs brought me out of my bored, dazed state and back to reality. Making my way out of the flat, I noticed some staff from Scotland Yard leaving and closing the front door behind them. I made my way up to 221B and my mouth was agape when I walked in on the two men and a ton of boxes.
"Okay, fine. Well, this shouldn't take long, should-" John stopped his sentence after noticing me leaning on the doorway.
"What shouldn't take long?" I smirked, "Got a lot of books, haven't you Sherlock. Become quite the reader lat
Shower - Mark Gatiss/Reader“Where are you going (Y/n)?”
“For a shower!” you sang unzipping your skirt. “I’m going to get in now.”
Mark felt the fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin. A shower sounded appealing. He wanted to go first because you were infamous for long showers.
“Did you hear me Mark? I’m going to use the shower; I’ll only be a bit.” You said as you came back to where Mark was standing.
“No let me go first, you take forever (Y/n).”
“I’m going to get in first Mark, no use arguing.” You teased, quickly pecking his lips with yours and tapping the tip of his nose with your index finger. You then walked off and Mark playfully made sure that you saw him raise his middle finger as you turned the corner. You smiled and disappeared through the door to the shower. Mark drank more of his tea and lay down on the bed. You were both staying in a hotel together since Mark had to do some filming for the television se
Mark Gatiss x ReaderSat on top of the covers of your cheap hotel room bed you sighed quietly to yourself, as your tired (e/c) eyes scanned over the words of the page of your book. Mark had invited you along with him and the rest of ‘The League’ on their tour. Seeing as you and Mark didn’t get to see much of each other as of late due to his hectic work schedules, you were compelled to come along. For the past few nights you had enjoyed yourself, chatting happily with Mark, Reece, Steve, and Jeremy. But tonight, for some strange reason, you felt differently, you were upset and you didn’t know why. Perhaps you were missing the familiarities of your home, traveling and being amongst loads of people and strangers wasn’t exactly your thing.
Mark was standing outside of your hotel room door and was, unsurprisingly, met with a deafening silence upon knocking. You weren’t at home for the general public, which was painfully clear to everyone who'd ever tried to call on you at hom
Noir Manor Chapter 1Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. Everything belongs to their respective owners.
Marinette Dupen-Cheng knew for a fact that ghosts were real. The first time she saw a ghost was one night when she was up late working on a design for famed rock star, Jagged Stone. From what she could remember, the ghost had died from black cholera back in the 1880s and was the wife of a successful businessman.
Marinette was busy drawing in her sketchbook. Apparently, Jagged Stone had suggested a new outfit design for his upcoming concert which meant that she of all people had the honor of doing this. She stared at her clock and groaned. Midnight already?
Marinette sighed as she closed her book and made her way to her bed, hoping to probably get a good night’s rest, so she could get back to work tomorrow.
Suddenly, a pair of hands touched her shoulder which made her jump. Marinette turned and gasped in fear upon seeing a horrifying looking black ghost staring at
Fall of the petal (Loki x Reader) Part 1
Scientists ran around as they were the most willingly trying to help their new king. Few guards looked as they tried to build something. A man with bow and arrow looked at them all in silence, not making a single emotion show. Not even his ice blue eyes gave out his thoughts. Everyone had those same emotionless eyes but there were few whose blue eyes showed certain amount of happiness but perhaps it was their jolly voices that brought that impression.
Young woman leaned against the wall emotionlessly as she looked at Erik Selvig who was one of those people who were bursting from joy alone. At times he spoke few words at time but sighed in delight and fell silent again. It looked so foolish to her.
She was still wearing her usual working attire which was black t-shirt and simple tight trousers with simple easy to use shoes. She had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D in another office before Fury asked her to have a look at the gate to other dimension they had in their secret lab. She
Truth or dare (MycroftXReader)
You sat with Sherlock, John and Mary in the living room of 221B. Mary had suggested you all play truth or dare not really giving you an option not to play.
“Why this game?” John sighed from his chair.
“It was this or Cluedo” Mary shrugged.
“No I am never playing Cluedo with that man again!” You shook your head pointing to Sherlock who rolled his eyes.
“Just go Mary” John groaned.
“Ok Sherlock truth or dare?” Mary asked.
“Dare” Sherlock replied.
“I dare you to give John you’re violin for a week” Mary smirked.
“YES! PEACE AND QUIET!” You exclaimed happily.
“What?!” Sherlock shrieked.
“Hand it over” John grinned.
“If you dare harm my violin in any way I will hunt you down” Sherlock warned handing John his violin carefully.
“I’m going to paint it pink” John hummed.
“Sherlock you’re turn” Mary said.
Mycroft groaned when sunlight hit his face and pulled the covered over his head. He hissed as his head pounded from all the alcohol he drank the night before and noticed you weren’t in bed beside him. Eventually he got up and went into the bathroom for a shower. You, Sherlock, John and Mary were downstairs having tea and breakfast when you all heard a scream from upstairs.
“Oh god he woke up” Mary said.
“I was hoping he wouldn’t” Sherlock muttered putting down the paper.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ON MY SHOULDER?!” Mycroft screamed pissed.
“Come on Mycroft one drink?!” You whined dragging Mycroft to the pub to meet up with Sherlock, John and Mary.
“No” Mycroft shook his head.
“Just one?! Please! Then you can go!” You begged. Mycroft sighed and glanced at you before agreeing to come in for one drink. An hour later Mycroft sat in the booth laughing at something random while the rest of you
Government Fails : Mycroft x ReaderBlood trickled down your face as you gripped the right side of chest whilst struggling to open the door of your brother's flat. Luckily he was out and so did not interrupt you as made your way to the medicine cupboard and threw everything on the floor in the search for painkillers. After swallowing the little pills you gently stripped off to inspect the damage that had been inflicted. Bruising was developing on your right ribs and a shallow cut ran across the top of your arm. Tenderly you probed your scalp and much to your relief found only a small cut and no swellings. Deciding to stitch the cut on your arm later you stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to run over your body as you cleaned up and rubbed the stiff,achy muscles. By the time your brother returned home you were seated on the sofa watching a random channel wearing loose fitting pyjamas to hid the bandage covering the top of your arm. Lestrade let out a chuckle as he entered the room and took in your clothing.
Mycroft Holmes x Reader - My DarlingMycroft rolled over in bed with a quiet groan. It was far too early to be awake, but he could have sworn he heard crying. You were still curled up tight under the blankets, mouth slightly parted as you slept. You hair was a mess and he thought he spotted some drool on your chin, but you were still his beautiful wife.
He was about to wrap himself around you and just go back to sleep when he heard whimpers and cries. Mycroft couldn't ignore it this time. He definitely heard it. Carefully creeping out of bed so as not to disturb you, he slipped out of your bedroom and into the nursery.
There inside the crib was three-month old (Daughter's Name), wriggling around, red faced and crying. He reached in, cautiously lifting the little baby up and out and to his chest. With one hand behind her head, the other placed at her back, Mycroft rocked the little girl in his arms and shushed her.
After just a few minutes, she had calmed down, reveling in her daddy's touch. Mycroft chuckled quietly to him
Feelings Mycroft x ReaderMycroft looked up from his glass and saw tumbling (h/c) waves walking out of the room and into the garden. It had been almost a month since the kiss and you had constantly been on Mycroft’s mind much to his annoyance. At social events you would catch a glimpse of one another but never made conversation. Blue and (e/c) eyes would catch and smiles exchanged but nothing else. All of this left Mycroft conflicted, you liked each other but why was nothing happening. His belief that emotions were unneeded was compounded as he found himself distracted, thinking of you and what could happen.
Quickly he finished his drink and followed you out into the moonlit garden. A pair of silver heels lay discarded on the patio as you stood barefoot on the grass, the hem of your backless dress touching the ground. Upon hearing the approaching footsteps you stretched out a hand behind you which Mycroft took when he reached your side. Your attention remained on the sky, watching an aeroplane fly across