Multifandom Reader Inserts

Sherlock

Sherlock hated how you made him feel. He hated how you looked. He hated how you acted. He hated how you thought. He hated how you spoke. But most of all he hated how he didn't hate you. Not one bit.

Your smile shown through every dimension of reality. Your looks surpassed all others in his opinion. Your presence made him feel warm and safe. You were smart and unbelievably witty. Your movements memorized him with your grace. Your voice calmed him like a gentle wind in a turbulent world.

Sherlock remembered the day he met you. John, your cousin, invited you over when your art gallery was ransacked and practically burned to the ground. That's what you get when you stay cheap and open up an art gallery in a rough part of town. But for the life of him, Sherlock couldn't figure out why you would be in the art industry when you could do so much more.

You were surprised to learn that after the first day you met him that Sherlock was not known for smiling and laughing, despite that was all you could remember him doing. You feared you were going to be homeless but then Mrs. Hudson contacted you about an available flat "conveniently" paid for and part time job you couldn't help but laugh. You tried to leave money with her but you would always find it back in your possession. You even tried to pay Sherlock but you would find it back in your account accompanied by a week of the silent treatment from the great detective.

Sherlock was surprised the day he found out he loved you. You were over visiting and the radio was on, quietly but you could hear when one of your favorite music started to play. You were in the kitchen making a nice Sunday dinner and you couldn't help but sway to it, humming along. Sherlock was reading a paper and had glanced up for just a moment to see what the humming was, but he never returned back to his reading. You made sure you weren't burning any food before you started to waltz around the kitchen.

Clair de Lune made you smile and feel like a pretty woman in a nice dress. You closed your eyes and hummed along all the while Sherlock watched your movements, his keen eye impressed with your rhythmic grace. You turned but miscalculated and hit a chair but before you fell you opened your eyes to find eyes blue calculating eyes staring back at you. Sherlock took your hand and wrapped an arm around you, picking back up your dancing without missing so much as a single measure. You let out a giggle and smiled, looking up at him with kind eyes.

It was then. That very moment you were looking at him, he knew. So he kissed you suddenly and thoroughly, holding you close as the song faded away leaving the two of you in each other's arms.