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Missing, InactionI catch sight of him in the big mirror in the hall, and for a moment I think he is smiling. Time, which has been moving with geological slowness, halts as the world and I take a breath.Missing, Inaction by vladimirsangel
Dead men don't smile. I've seen him many times over the past few months, that memorable face splashed over the newspapers, that unique name on everyone's lips.
Sherlock Holmes is dead.
And dead men don't smile. Holmes doesn't smile much either, I wanted to say to those who came to me constantly, plying me with questions, always with a numbing, past-tense certainty. What was he like? What had been the greatest part of his life? They walked around our rooms, endless streams of them, until I felt myself at the end of my patience and forced them back out. Baker Street had started to feel more like a crime scene than any locked-room mystery we'd ever encountered. People were everywhere, scrutinising everything, missing no scrap of paper or scuff on the skirting board.
But I - I in my grief noticed n
Bruh (Sherlock X Teen!Reader)"Open the door, bruh!"Bruh (Sherlock X Teen!Reader) by LowBattery00
Sherlock and john exchanged glances before John struggling to stand but being pardoned by the consulting detective as he himself stood from his laptop. The banging of the door pressed on until Sherlock opened the door, his eyes dimming at the sight of (f/n) (l/n). There were times when he wished he stuck to his homeless networks and didn't get help from this visibly weed smoking, uber-feminist, less than respectful, food thieving teenager who despite all these things somehow aspired to be a doctor one day. It was the only reason she helped Sherlock, in exchange for five pounds a week along with tips and mentorship from John who was more than willing. She slid past him, dropping her jacket onto the ground along with her bag and plopping onto the couch next to John, "Evening, doc. Imagine this prick's been rubbin' ya wrong again?"
Half the time, neither of them could understand her.
So when they could, it was something to acknowledge.
"Uh, no not really. But
Christmas (Lestrade X Wife!Reader)"Sherlock, I need to speak with you..."Christmas (Lestrade X Wife!Reader) by LowBattery00
Your brother gave you a strange look but didn't cease his typing, nothing short of your expectations. He worked in his pajamas and robe, you looked down at your watch and saw it to be two in the afternoon. A small frown came over you as he continued typing and growled, "Sherlock, please put the bloody laptop away and listen." A groan of exhaustion omitted and he sank into the couch seat, sloppily sitting in the way a child did when somewhere they didn't want to be. You sat down and tried to speak calmly with the thoughts of past boyfriends calling her and her family weird because Mycroft would get into an unfair battle of wits with them or Sherlock would point out their flaws and tendencies. You loved your brothers but they were not the type you brought a boyfriend home to.
You knew you and Greg's dating and eventual marriage hadn't ever sat right with Sherlock and, shockingly enough, Mycroft either. It was as though some unnatural, fraternal ins
His Decision (BBC Sherlock - Lestrade x Reader)Lestrade sat in his office, his chair turned slightly to the side so he could look out the large window. Sherlock had left a few minutes ago, mumbling about the case that he had just given him and John had hurried off after the brown-haired fellow, having only enough time to offer the D.I. a quick thank you. Now that they were gone, Lestrade couldn’t seem to think of anything to do.His Decision (BBC Sherlock - Lestrade x Reader) by AnimeLover563
Sighing, he stood from his chair and stepped towards the window, watching as the cars drove past outside. For a moment, he wondered what he would be doing if he had chosen to be something other than a detective inspector. His thoughts were quickly broken when a faint knock rattled his office door.
Turning around, Lestrade looked at the closed door and offered a gruff ‘Come in’. The doorknob turned and the door opened. Immediately, his brown eyes locked with a pair of (e/c) ones.
“Hello Inspector,” the female grinned. “I have your coffee. A cream and two sugars, all
Ten Million Eternities Ch. 1 (Sherlock x Reader)Ten Million Eternities Ch. 1 (Sherlock x Reader) by redlipstick444
Sunlight dazzled through the leaves and branches of a nearby beauteous honeysuckle. Beaming down, the sun provided just the perfect amount of lighting for a human being lying on a purple and mint-green colored striped lawn chair, reading a newly-released novel. Splashing from an over-sized chlorine swimming pool occupied by young, excited teenagers celebrating the ending of their current school year and the beginning of their summer vacation drifted over to you, as you simply ignored them, allowing the sounds to integrate themselves with the words of your book, so that in your mind, they became one.
This was wonderful.
Meadowlarks, though a bit strange for making an appearance considering your area of residence, sang virtuous melodies, their sounds worth the price of a heaven-belonging angel's belt. Wind settled itself among the bark of the trees and gently along and over the perfectly-enclosing and shade-providing fence, providing just the exact amount of peacefulness and tranquility
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