Botanical Interest

Intrusion - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Penny, Howard Wolowitz

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Could you do a Sheldon cooper imagine where the reader is like apart of the fbi(or cia smithing cool like that) and he texts her saying it’s an emergency and she thinks the worst so she like busts down the door with her gun up and the group is there just like ‘ what the heck’ and he’s like ‘you came’ and she like ‘yeah you said it was an emergency !?!?’”

Word Count: 594

Author: Hannah

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Oh my god. What a perfect view..

Sleepless Nights. «James Potter»

James Potter x fem!Reader; Marauders Era; oneshot

SUMMARY: James looks after you when you have trouble falling asleep.

WORD COUNT: 845

NOTES: No, this is not me procrastinating and writing short oneshots because I can’t figure out how to finish my hulking WIP

You were tired. So, so tired. That should have been enough to send you off to dreamland, and yet here you were, staring into space, willing yourself to just go to sleep already.

Every little noise set your teeth on edge. It was like you could hear everything in the universe all at once. An owl hooting outside, the wind blowing against the windows, Lily’s snoring — though you never quite had the heart to wake her up and ask her to stop. You rolled onto your side, aggressively fluffing your pillow to try and make it more comfortable, but the damn thing just didn’t want to cooperate — it was driving you crazy. And you had classes tomorrow. And a test.

Tears of exhaustion and frustration began to well in your eyes. You needed sleep for tomorrow and it was already well past midnight. You would be exhausted. You would fail the test. You would be falling asleep in class. All because your brain hated you and just wouldn’t let you go to sleep.

With an angry huff, you swung your legs out of the bed and walked on socked feet out of the dorm, down the stairs, and into the common room. Nobody else was down there. That was to be expected, though. Sleep often evaded you even when everybody else in the castle was comfortably resting. Except for Dumbledore, perhaps. For some reason, you couldn’t picture him ever sleeping.

You paced the common room, hoping that it might do something to tire you out. When it didn’t feel strenuous enough, you added in the occasional hop or star jump here and there.

“What on Earth are you doing, love?”

You whipped around to see your boyfriend at the bottom of the staircase in a singlet and pyjama pants, hair messy and glasses nowhere to be found. James squinted tiredly to try and see you more clearly but still seemed too alert to have only just woken up. He watched you rather fondly as you did star jumps in the common room, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to even be embarrassed. You were too tired for that.

James had a sheet of parchment clutched in his hand, which logic told you was the map he’d made with his friends. He held it up. “Saw you pacing around down here. Having trouble sleeping again?” he asked sympathetically.

You nodded, eyes still glistening. “Yeah.”

James frowned, holding out his arms towards you. “Oh, darling. C’mere.”

As if pulled towards him by magnets, you fell into his arms and he instantly started stroking the top of your head, pressing soft kisses along your hairline.

“I’m so tired,” you said weakly.

“Come on, I’ll sneak you up.”

You went to follow him up to his dorm as you had already done a few times before, but instead, James placed one arm behind your back and the other under your legs and lifted you up. Your head fell against his chest as he brought you up the stairs and when you got to the door, you reached out and opened it for him.

The dormitory was dark and quiet when he entered, and you closed the door shut behind him quietly so you wouldn’t wake the other boys. James lowered himself onto his bed with you still wrapped up in his strong arms and he settled you to lie on top of him, one of his legs on either side of you, and pulled the blankets up around you both.

In the dim moonlight that came in through the windows, you could see Sirius on the bed next to James’ with a leg and an arm hanging over the edge of his bed. He scrunched his nose up in his sleep and appeared to mutter something to himself, though you could not hear it.

“He’s probably dreaming about chasing down the postman,” said James. You bit your lip to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble out.

“Alright, let’s see what we can do here. Just relax for me, lovebug,” James mumbled against your head. He started running his hands through your hair, nimble fingers lightly scratching at your scalp every few seconds. You could already feel yourself melt against him, tension seeping out of your muscles like magic.

“Did I tell you about Quidditch practice the other day?” James asked. Of course he had; he’d spoken about it at length, and he knew it, too.

“Tell me about it again,” you said, nestling even further into his warmth.

He spoke quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake the others, but his smooth voice sent comfortable vibrations against your ear and throughout your body. After a little while, your breathing evened out and you were falling asleep. Even after he was certain that you were out like a light, James kept running his fingers through your hair and gently kissing the top of your head, just in case you started to stir again, and he was more than happy to do so until he fell asleep himself.

[ about tag lists ]

MARAUDERS TAGS: @siriusbarnesslut

HARRY POTTER TAGS: @nyotamalfoy

PERMANENT TAGS: @vsawyer1989

Ohh the way I cackled at the latest Stucky x reader fic. If you don't mind could you do something with them reacting to side to side and anaconda 🤣🤣

Like they think it's a gym thing but then they pay attention to the lyrics and then reader breaks it down for them

Thank you ❤️❤️

pairing: stucky x reader

rating/warnings: fluff, confused!stucky, mentions of sex

It was a normal day in the Avengers gym. Everyone was working out, having a great time, and today, today was your day to choose the music. So naturally, 1D, 5SOS, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj, etc etc played.

Suddenly 'Side to Side' by Ariana and Nicki started to play. You, Wanda, Nat, and Thor (I know weird right) looked at each other and started to belt the lyrics.

"Seeing you standing over there with your body" You sang

"Feeling like I want to rock with your body."

"And we don't got to think about nothing"

Steve and Bucky looked lost as always. "Been trying to hide it" Thor belted.

"Thor you too?!?!?" Bucky asked. "Yes I find this music, uplifting."

The song came to and end and everyone moved on to their next workout. "Hey n/n, can you change the song?" Tony asked.

"Of course Ton's!" You walked over to the speakers where your phone sat and hit the next button. 'Anaconda' came on, but the Nicki version.

Boy toy name Troy used to live in Detroit, big big big money, he was gettin' some coins.

"Babe, babe, what does that mean?" Bucky walked over to Steve. "Beats me Buck, I've never heard this song, I don't understand the references." Steve said with a shrug.

By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and check him in my automobile Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

This time the pair walked over to you. "This osng doesn't make sense." Bucky asserted. "Well hello to you too. Yes it does make sense, your from the 1940's love, of course it won't make sense to you."

Steve chimed in, "Is it-is it about sex?" You and Bucky giggled at his embaressment. "Yeah kind of- just uh keep listening" The og song started to play.

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun Don't, my anaconda don't Don't want none unless you got buns, hun

"Do you get it now?" You asked. Steve was red faced, Bucky was amused. "This song was written for you baby" Bucky smirked. You simply rolled your eyes. "Steve?"

"Who woudl write a song about a womans ass? That's so dimeaning" You and Bucky just laughed, and let Steve figure things out.

in the trinity au does the reader squirt?? can you imagine the first time she does it with her boys?

squirt ~ stucky

warnings || smut, minors DNI, polyamory, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cream pie, anal, bruises, crying kink, subspace

The night started off slow. Bucky pulled you into his lap, lips molding over yours sensually before he tore himself away from you to kiss Steve. The blond sat beside him, leaning into both of you as he kisses the brunette. It wasn’t very long until Bucky guided you to take over kissing Steve while he admired the view in from of him.

That had been hours ago, now you were so stuffed of cock that you were crying. The boys were insatiable today, using your body over and over again with their super soldier stamina. They had both already filled your cunt once, and Steve was particularly rough today. The bruises on your hips were already turning a deep color and Bucky’s hand print was staining the smooth skin of your neck.

Your cunt was sopping, white creamy slick leaking out around Bucky’s thick cock as his shaft disappeared into your clenching walls. You were on your side, leg hosted up over Bucky’s hip with Steve railed your tightest hole from behind you.

There was no where to go when they surrounded you like this, the pleasure overwhelmingly your body as you tried to push them away subconsciously. Their huge cocks were almost too much, slipping in and out of you with no avail. You were covered in tears, sweat, and cum. You didn’t think it would be possible for you to cum again, your body didn’t think you could handle it.

With a fuzzy mind, you just whine helpless and try to move away from their vicious thrusts. Large hands encircled your hips, forcing you to stay put. Steve bit down on the soft skin of your shoulder as a warning.

“No running away, bunny, you’re gonna cum again, I know you want to,”Steve told you when you tried to move away. You knew they wouldn’t stop unless you said your safeword, but something deep inside you wanted to be used and fucked more.

“I can’t, I can’t…”You cried out as they both fucked inside your used holes aggressively.

Bucky wrapped his metal hand around your neck, lips grazing over yours.”Yes, you can. Now be a good girl and take our cocks. These little holes fucking belong to us, they love us, look at how well you taken Captain’s cock, your little ass is split open…he’s got you gaping for him and we both know you fucking love it.”

You sobbed out, clinging to Bucky like your life depended on it. They both thrusted in sync with each other, cocks dragging against tight warm walls that eagerly squeezed them . You felt like their large cock were rearranging your insides in the best way.

“Think we’ve fucked her dumb, Steve, look at her, eyes all rolled back. Can’t even form a sentence, can you?”Bucky squeezed your throat, slamming into you vigorously as Steve fucked into you fast and hard.

“Yeah, our dumb baby loves getting fucked until she can’t think, don’t you?”Steve taunted, his arm wrapped around your body while he increased his pace. You were full on crying, whimpering out a yes yes love being your dumb baby or at least that’s what you were trying to say. It all came out as blubbering about how much you loved their cocks.

“She’s gonna cum,”Bucky groaned out,”Her cunt little cunt is squeezing the fuck out of name, wants to milk me dry, isn’t that right? You want my cum inside this pretty pussy?”

You nodded, unable to form words with your mind so far away. You don’t know what’s happening, body trembling between them as you just erupt with pleasure. The coil in your belly snapped and you have no control. With your orgasm washing over you again, the boys don’t stop. Instead, Steve’s fingers find over your clit to really fuck your through that last orgasm. You cum harder than ever before, soaking the boys in your juices.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,”Bucky curser while Steve’s grip grew tighter as he felt his own orgasm fast approaching after seeing you so fucked and wet for them.

Bucky’s cock and Steve’s hand was covered in wet, slick substance. It’s so hot, watching you fall apart to extremes. You go absolutely pilant, eyes fluttering shut while both boys fill your pretty holes with hot cum. You feel weak, covered in wet sticky fluid, and like you were absolute jelly. You don’t know how long you were out, but it felt as if you had blacked out from how good you felt. Their voices were barely echoes in your head as you disassociated.

“Peaches, come back to us,”Bucky’s sweet voices cooed at you. He feels far away, making you reach out for both the boys. You only find one, Bucky.

“Where’s Stevie?”You nearly cried, turning on your back with a panic to try and find your boyfriend.

“I’m right here, bunny,”Steve assured you, the bed dipping with his weight back in it. You feel a warm cloth cleaning you up, making you whine at how sensitive you feel.

“I can’t—please.”

“It’s okay, Steve’s just cleaning you up,”Bucky assured,”We’re done for the night, you did so good, honey. You took us like a champ. No girl could ever take two super soldiers like you do. You’re one of kind, made for us…you did amazing.”

“I can’t move…”You murmured, making Steve chuckle slightly while he kissed your cheek.

“We’ll take care of you, you got two super boyfriend, you don’t ever have to do anything if you don’t want.”

That made you smile,”Kiss me,”You whispered, pulling Steve into mold his lips over yours sweetly before pulling away to share a moment of love with Bucky. You carried on like that, the boys smothering you in affection. After all, you were their good girl.

Unrequited pt. 2

azriel (acotar) x reader

*this is part 2! Sorry for the wait guys! I really struggled with this and low-key I don’t like it but I hope y'all do! I wanna write the scenes after this but idk how im gonna make it work lol. anyway, enjoy!

word count: 3193

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What you hadn’t realized was that Azriel left a few minutes later, walking to your apartment to make sure you had gotten home safe.

All of a sudden he heard whimpers and labored breathing coming from the alley.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you laying on the ground and bleeding out. He felt a tug in his chest. A click. Panic instilled in him as he gently but swiftly picked you up and flew you to Madja.

“Hang on y/n, you’re so strong” he whispered

In those moments, he feared for you. Fear that was so strong. Something he had never felt before.

He rushed into the house laying you on the bed gently before he was shoved out by the Madja so she could try to save you.

Azriel alerted the others and then collapsed into a chair, sitting in silence. A tear slipped out of his eye at the thought he may have been too late to save you.

You. His mate.

Why, of all the times did the bond have to click while you were on the brink of death. In a situation where you may not make it out alive. It wasn’t fair.

He wondered if you had known. Could that be the reason why you had been distancing yourself from him? Because you didn’t expect or want him to be your mate? But if you had known you would’ve said something, right? You wouldn’t keep it a secret? So many thoughts kept racing through his head.

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Gauging interest for another fic/imagine exchange, this time for Valentine's Day. Please note that I am referring to "x reader" style writing for this exchange, as that is what I do.

If interested, please reblog or reply letting me know to add you to the tag list when the signups go live; likes tell me nothing.

Tagging participants from my previous Holiday Exchange under the cut for visibility

@pebblebrainlovejoy @https-glowduo @harbingerofheartbreak @the-radio-system-writes @dreamwvrld @bee-dot-exe @dani-has-fallen @lvyu @lyssys @zooone @cofwrites @rwqv @liv-n @gaytoadwithapopsicle @weewooihavefoundyou I think that's everyone, sorry if I missed you....

Baby Sparrow

Summary: The reader is on the run from the police because she is the daughter of a pirate.  What happens when she hides on the Black Pearl.

Warnings: Mention of character death, and maybe some blood, and kidnapping, that’s it…..I think

A/n: AT the begging of the story you are 15 or 16 years old. Might make this into a series  

Word Count: 3,608 words

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“GET BACK HERE!!”

Redcoats were chasing after you for a very good reason.  You were the daughter of a pirate.  Your mother had a one night stand with some drunk at a bar, nine months later in the middle of the ocean you were born.  Recently your mother was caught and hung and you were crying internally, but you had to run to escape the same fate. 

You ran past coaches and climbed ladders but you couldn’t shake them.  Now salty air began to fill your nose.  ‘The Docks!’  Developing a plan to hide in a ship could either go amazing or get you in worse trouble.  It was that or swim out to see.  Ships it was.

As you ran on the wooden planks, your eyes scanned the area.  Mostly trade ships and military boats.  That's when a massive ship falls into your line of sight.  It was black as the night sky and no one was on deck. “BINGO!" 

Urging your legs to carry you faster caused you to bump into sailors, one of them caught your attention.  His black hair was in dreads, a red cloth tied above his forehead, at his side was a sword and a pistol, to top it of a hat of a captain.  'Pirate’ ran through your head as you realized why he dressed like that.  As you rushed past him, you kicked a table of spices over which sent powder into the air making a colorful cloud of exotic smells and colors.

The threat falling behind only edged you on.  As you approached the ship you leaped over objects and skipped onto the plank of wood that let you on.  Once on board, you hid in a bushel of barrels which smelled of rum.  Now you needed to wait.

An hour had passed before you dozed off.  You dreamt of adventures you had gone on with your mother.  Looting from trade ships, pillaging small towns, and one time robbing a governor.  Each left a smile on your face. Until you were awoken.  

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The Spider. «Kaz Brekker»

Kaz Brekker x Reader; Shadow and Bone [Netflix]; oneshot

SUMMARY: Having Kaz Brekker nearby comes in handy when a spider invades your room.

WORD COUNT: 960

NOTES: Pretty sure there’s no mention of reader pronouns, so can be read as gender neutral; can be interpreted as platonic or otherwise, that’s up to ye. First time writing for this fandom 🤞

“Kaz? Are you busy?” you asked as you nudged the door to his office open.

Kaz’s permanent scowl softened just barely when he heard your voice, but the subtle action spoke volumes. If anyone else had entered without knocking, he wouldn’t be as quick to brush it off.

“What is it, Y/N?” he asked.

“I need your help.”

Hearing the nervous way you were speaking, seeing the way you fiddled with your hands — Kaz’s mind immediately travelled through all the possible issues one of his Crows could have found themselves in. This was the Barrel. There were several flavours of ‘worst case scenario’ that he could think up on the spot.

“Are you in trouble?” Kaz asked seriously, eyes darkening.

“Well, not exactly. It’s sort of embarrassing.”

Kaz just stared at you, his gaze intense as always, silently imploring you to get to the point.

“There’s a…a spider.”

Kaz blinked. “A spider?” he said slowly.

If you hadn’t known Kaz Brekker as well as you did and known not to expect such a thing, you might’ve thought he was about to burst out laughing.

“I know it’s silly! But I really hate them, okay? And it’s so — saints, Kaz — it’s massive! I can’t hear myself think knowing that thing is crawling around in my room somewhere but I can’t get rid of it myself.”

Kaz raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘are you kidding me?’, but he grabbed his cane and pushed himself up to stand anyway. The chair screeched as it slid across the floor and Kaz left the room at a leisurely pace, his cane thumping alongside his footsteps all the way to your room. He did not hesitate to enter it, but you lingered outside the door.

“Where is it?” he asked, sounding completely done with this task already.

You poked your head in to look around the room, clutching the doorframe. The beast was last seen scuttling around somewhere near your desk — that’s when you finally realised you had no hope of facing it on your own and had fled to enlist the help of the one and only Dirtyhands.

Movement caught your eye. There it was, over on the floor by your bed, crawling around like it owned the place.

“There it is!”

Kaz followed your pointed hand and took three steps forward before raising his good leg.

“No!” you cried.

Kaz’s movements halted before he could bring his foot down to crush the spider.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked. He did not even turn around.

“You can’t kill it,” you said. “Just put him outside.”

“I’ve seen you stab a man through the eye with the pointy end of a hairbrush. But this is too much violence for you now, is it?” Kaz looked back at you and gestured in the general direction of the spider.

You crossed your arms and frowned. “That’s different. That guy had it coming but the spider is just minding its own business. I don’t want to kill it, I just want it to…mind its own business somewhere far, far away from me.”

Kaz turned back around before you could see the corners of his lips begin to turn upwards slightly, and he ran a hand through his hair. Nobody, including you, would ever find out how easily you could get Kaz to do something for you — he would make sure of it.

With a small mutter to himself that you could not hear, Kaz crossed the room to your desk, emptied the pencil holder, and grabbed a random sheet of paper. The spider had started to crawl up the opposite wall, and Kaz was quick to stalk over and trap it against the wall. He managed to manoeuvre the paper under the cup; then, with the trapped spider in one hand and his cane still in the other, he went to the window.

Now that the spider was in custody, you had the courage to finally enter the room. You joined Kaz at the window and opened it for him, the crisp evening air brushing against your arms.

“Alright, now don’t just throw him out into the open air because it’s a long drop. Just put him…yeah, put him there,” you said.

Kaz shook the spider out of the glass and onto the windowsill where dried leaves had collected. The second that Kaz had pulled his arm back inside, you yanked the window shut with the speed of lightning.

“Let’s hope we never have a job that might pit you against a spider,” Kaz said dryly as he returned the pencil holder and paper to the desk.

“You’re making jokes now? Did you hit your head?” You smiled and followed Kaz back to the door.

“I think you’re the one who’s hit your head,” he said, pausing in the doorway. “You said the spider was ‘massive’. That was easily the weakest spider I’ve ever seen.”

“Spider size aside, thank you for taking care of it, Kaz. That was very sweet of you.”

It should have been an oxymoron to say that somebody could glare affectionately at another person, but that was exactly what Kaz did.

“It wasn’t sweet. If anything, it’s a business transaction. You take out my enemies, I take out your spiders.”

“Right. It’s got nothing to do with the fact that I’m your favourite person in this place,” you teased.

Kaz turned away from you and began walking down the hallway with surprising speed right as Jesper appeared, headed in the opposite direction.

“And because we’re best friends for life!” you called after Kaz.

“No we aren’t!” Kaz said, turning the corner and disappearing from sight.

“Yes you are,” Jesper whispered loudly to you with a wink as he passed.

Anything: BBC Sherlock X Reader

A/N: Woo hoo, first Sherlock imagine! Let me know what you think?

WARNING(S): Sally Donovan being an idiot

You took a deep breath and walked up to your boss’ office before tentatively knocking on the door to which Greg said, “Come in!”

Opening the door, you stepped inside and your gaze immediately fell on the tall, handsome detective with his messed-up curls framing his concentrated face.

“Sherlock,” you began in a pleading sort of tone.

“Ah, Y/N,” Sherlock greeted, “The girl is up to talking, then?”

You looked at him before sighing, “Sherlock – look, this girl’s been through a kidnapping and her brother is lying unconscious at a hospital – bloody hell, she’s just seven! Just – can you – please be gentle, just this once?”

“What her point is beneath those much-too kind words,” Greg explained, “Just anything you can do to –”

“Not be myself,” Sherlock finished monotonously.

Greg awkwardly looked at him, “Well, it can’t hurt.”

You, Sherlock, Greg, John and Donovan walked together to the room where the little girl was sitting, next to a psychiatrist.

She was staring determinedly at her knees and her tiny face looked so sad that it made you hate Moriarty, if possible, even more.

Sherlock walked closer to her and said in what he hoped was an understanding voice, “Claudette, I know you’ve been through a lot –”

There was nothing left to say. Claudette took one look at Sherlock’s face and emitted a loud, piercing, bloodcurdling scream that echoed off the walls of the isolated room.

“Okay, alright,” you placed a hand on Sherlock’s arm. He was looking perplexed.

“Sherlock – let’s just leave,” you muttered, steering him out of the room and back into Greg’s office. Minutes later, the rest of them came running in.

“Makes no sense,” John frowned.

“Poor thing’s traumatised,” Greg sighed, “Something about Sherlock reminds her of the kidnapper.”

You looked at Sherlock warily, suddenly realising that he’d not uttered a single word during the conversation, but was determinedly staring out the window.

“Hey, don’t let it get to you,” Greg joked, “I always feeling like screaming when you walk into a room. In fact, a lot of us do. Come on.”

He left the room.

You threw one last furtive glance in Sherlock’s direction.

“Okay, come on,” you said gently, “You need to get home – it’s been a long day.”

As you made to steer him out of the room, Sally spoke up.

“Brilliant work you did, finding those kids with just a footprint. Really amazing –”

“Thank you,” Sherlock curtly responded.

“ – unbelievable,” Sally finished with a cold demeanour.

“Sally,” you warningly said, “Don’t listen to her – come on, let’s go.”

Not entirely convinced, Sally glared after the detective’s retreating form.

—-

“Sally, this is ridiculous, you hear me?!” you shouted, “Ridiculous.”

“Y/N – look at my position here!” Sally yelled, “He’s just absolutely – well, brilliant! It’s unrealistic! It’s not – it’s not right!”

“He’s different, is what you mean to say,” you snapped, “And that annoys you, does it? Because he’s not like you, or Andersen, or Greg – or even me?”

“I told you when I first saw him, I didn’t like the look of him –”

“So you’re saying he’s touched in the head?!” you yelled, “That he’s crazy?! Listen – to – me – Sally!” you pleaded, “Sherlock is not a lunatic, he’s not a fraud, and not a liar!”

“Then why did that little girl start screaming?” Sally asked.

“I – well,” you sputtered.

Sally smirked knowing you were lost for words.

“Girl of seven years of age, kidnapped a week ago, sees Sherlock and starts bellowing her head off – a man she’s never seen before,” Sally said, “Or has she?”

“Are you crazy?” you yelled, “Why would Sherlock do something like that?!”

“Sally, listen to me,” you said in a more pleading tone, “I know you don’t like him and I know he’s not a very open person. And I realise that you’ve not got much to go on about his personality apart from his cases. But listen to me, Sally – Sherlock is not a bad person. He would never do that to a kid! To anyone, for that matter! Don’t you see what Moriarty’s trying to do? He’s trying to sow doubt into the minds of whoever are closest to him and others as well!”

Sally scoffed, “Really, Y/N? You of all people bought into that bullshit about Moriarty?”

“Sally –”

“We don’t have time for this, Y/N, Lestrade’s already approved an arrest warrant. Now, I want you to stay away from the scene – you’ll only make it worse.”

“Make it – Sally, he’s my friend!” you yelled.

“And I’m your colleague who bears a message from your employer that you will get fired if you don’t follow instructions.”

—–

“So – he refused?” you asked in mock bedazzlement.

“What was he, some sort of private eye?” asked the superintendent.

“He was – we were,” Greg began.

“ – consulting with him, that’s what you told me,” said the superintendent, “Have you used him on any proper cases?”

“One or two, sir,” you said pleadingly.

“Or twenty or thirty,” Andersen muttered under his breath as you disbelievingly looked at him.

“What?! This – private detective, has no authorisation and you give him access to all sorts of classified information?! You’re a bloody idiot, Lestrade! Now go, fetch him in, right now!”

“Sir –” you began, “I’m not going to – arrest my own friend.”

“Safety before sentiment, L/N,” he growled, “I don’t care if he’s your boyfriend, I don’t care if you’re pregnant with his child – he’s a suspect in a case and I own this section of Scotland Yard, I can get you fired like that,” he snapped his fingers, “Clear?”

You turned faintly pink, “Y-yes sir.”

—–

You walked into 221B Baker Street straight up to Sherlock’s living room, keeping your face as impassive as possible.

“Sherlock Holmes, I’m placing you under arrest on charges of abduction,” you monotonously recited.

Though he normally would have insulted an officer in his face and told them to sod off, Sherlock took one look at your pained expression and quietly wrapped his scarf around his neck.

You extracted a pair of handcuffs and, with enormous difficulty, placed them on his wrist.

“God, I’m so sorry Sherlock,” you whispered so quietly that nobody except him heard you, “I promise this’ll be over soon, I promise.”

“ – and on charges of being involved in several other suspected cases,” you finished.

Sherlock looked at you again before saying, “Alright.”

“What – no, it’s not alright,” John sputtered, “This is ridiculous – Y/N! Y/N come on, don’t tell me you –”

“Don’t try to interfere or I’ll arrest you too,” you told John, your voice cracking with the agony the situation was causing you. John gaped at you but spoke no more.

As Sally took over Sherlock and dragged him downstairs, the chief superintendent strolled inside, taking a brief look over his apartment.

“Dottiness, that’s what he radiates,” he muttered, “Took one look at his face and knew it. He’s a bloody lunatic.”

“Apologies, sir,” you said, beginning to lose your cool, “But Sherlock Holmes seems a perfectly sane man to all of us.”

“Is that so?” he asked in a mocking way, “We’ll see what you’ve got to say when he’s convicted for all the murders he’s done just to show off –”

——

Sherlock was staring determinedly at his knees when your voice made him look up.

You were running out of his flat door as if your life depended on it.

“Hand – over – this – prisoner – to me,” you panted, coming to a halt, “Chief’s orders.”

The officers looked confused but guided Sherlock to your side.

“What are you doing?” he asked you out of the corner of his mouth.

“Getting you the hell out of here,” you answered out of the corner of yours, “Right, we’ve got around five seconds before they realise something is –”

“Stop! STOP!” the chief came running outside, his face grotesquely bloody from the punch you’d aimed at him, “STOP THAT WOMAN!”

The officers seemed to realise it was wrong to hand Sherlock over to you but they were too late. You grabbed the gun sitting in your pocket and pointed it around.

“Get on your knees! Everyone! I swear, I will shoot!” you screamed like a maniac.

“Open fire –” the chief began.

“NO, JUST DO WHAT SHE SAYS!” Greg bellowed over the commotion, “WE CAN’T AFFORD SERGEANT L/N’S DEATH IN THE CURRENT CLIMATE!”

You felt an inexplicable rush of gratitude towards Greg.

Everyone reluctantly sunk to their knees.

You menacingly made to raise the gun again to get Sherlock out of there but your hand was restrained by something. You looked down in surprise to see one of Sherlock’s hands free of handcuffs due to the reason that it had been placed onto yours, cuffing you two together.

“Don’t move!” yelled Sherlock. Nobody complied.

He raised your connected hands and shot into the air as you yelped in shock.

“Don’t move or I will kill this woman!” Sherlock pointed a gun to your head. Immediately, you caught on.

“Please, don’t move!” you said in a very convincing teary voice, “I’m his – his –”

“My hostage!” Sherlock yelled helpfully.

“Yeah, okay,” you muttered to yourself.

Sherlock’s cuffed hand dragged you gently further and further away from the scene.

“Now what?” you whispered.

“Improvisation,” Sherlock responded, “Run.”

You barely had time to register it as he took off sprinting, dragging you along with him. After a few blocks, you gained a clumsy coordination and you finally stopped at a gate with no way ahead.

Sherlock tutted in annoyance and jumped over the gate.

“What – you bloody twat, I’m not jumping off of that!” you yelled.

“No time to negotiate, Y/N!” Sherlock yelled, “Move to your right, and jump! Now!”

You shook your head but police sirens were gaining on you so you had no choice. Closing your eyes and shouting a prayer to the heavens, you jumped off and landed straight into Sherlock’s arms.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you walked forward, as far away as possible. When you finally reached a secluded spot, Sherlock turned to you, both of you panting.

“You’re alright?”

“What – why, why did you do that?” you gasped, clutching a stitch in your side, “Now they’re going to think you’re a bloody psychopath, I had it under control!”

“You would have lost your job,” Sherlock snapped at you.

You scoffed, “I’d rather be unemployed than work at a place that’s trying to hurt my friend!”

Sherlock looked at you seriously, not blinking in the least.

“You would – you would be prepared to risk your job for me?” he clarified.

“Yes!” you yelled, “Of course I’d be prepared to risk my job for you!”

“Why?” Sherlock abruptly asked, “Nobody ever does anything without a reason, tell. Me. Why. This is – this is inhumane, this – this feeling I get around you these days – I don’t know if it’s you or me –”

“I think - it’s both of us,” you said quietly, “It’s called attraction, Sherlock. I think – I think you – you fancy me.”

“I’m beginning to think so too,” Sherlock muttered, messing up his hair, “But you didn’t answer my question. Why?”

You sighed.

“Sherlock.” you seriously said, “Sometimes you don’t need a reason to be nice to someone. I’d risk my life for you, Sherlock. I’d do anything for you.”

There was nothing more to be said. After staring at you in serious concentration, Sherlock inched closer to your face. You could feel his breath fanning your face and his gaze was fixed upon your lips as yours, on his. Your lips collided in a spontaneous kiss and the next moment, you were fisting his shirt and pulling him closer to you, holding on as tightly as possible.

Sure, the world was beginning to crumble around Sherlock, but that could wait.

All that mattered in that moment, was you and the feeling of your body pressed up against his on the cold winter’s night.

A/N: So do you think Sherlock is a field I should write more fanfics in?