A simple tune: Sherlock x Fem!reader

Chapter 1 - Good for you

Sherlock took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to stop a groan from emitting. John noticed this immediately, watching his best friend eye the evidence—an invitation found in the victims purse that Lestrade had brought to the flat.

"I'll get in trouble for bringing that here so what is it?" Lestrade asked what was on everyone's mind. However, Mycroft scoffed in amusement when he saw the headline.

"It seems this particular club holds a lot of Sherlock's past," Mycroft points his umbrella right at the lead singer for the band playing.

"The... singer?"

"Yes, yes, let's get this over with," Sherlock huffed, slipping on his coat and taking the invitation.

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London night air causes chills down those exposed to it's ruthless temperature. People lined up outside in nothing you'd ever see in central London. Explainable considering this was all located in the back ends, with clubs and bars all crowded in the sectioned off red district. Though, in all honesty, the real red district was two blocks down the road.

"So why was with Mycroft being cryptic? More so than usual..." John mutters the last bit as the blasting music met their ears. It was harsh, nothing like Sherlock's usual compositions.

"Who knows? He does enjoy being a pain," Sherlock dismisses, walking into the club with Lestrade and John by his side.

Upon the stage was the main band playing their hearts out with the lead singer turned away, singing to the drummer. Her shirt was stylishly ruined, skirt pleated with a plaid pattern and ripped fishnets paired with thick leather boots. (Change however you wish)

"She's pretty good, huh?" John compliments, titling his head at Sherlock who scowled. "Not a fan?"

"No..."

"Maybe I'm too emotional..." you finally turn around, moving forward slowly.

Sherlock's heart dropped just after it skipped a beat. The way your h/c hair framed your face, the glint in your e/c eyes and the purple lighting against your s/c skin. You were just as beautiful as he remembered.

"Hey," you held your books in hand tight, smiling down to Sherlock with a look he would never forget. He had seen you down the hall, drinking during a party. It was the night before a test and he was about to complain but that single flash of your grin, the pure joy on your face stopped him.

"Hello," he says simply, moving his books closer to him, space made for you. "What did you need help with?"

"Who said I needed help?"

"The shifting of your left foot gave it away, there was a small flicker in your eyes to the chair, there are also plenty of empty table but you chose to approach me, meaning you needed help," he held a hand out, "Sherlock Holmes,"

"Sherlock? Peculiar name," shaking it softly, he felt a small increase in his heart beat. "I'm Y/n,"

"Or maybe you never cared at all!" The back up singers started to sing along with you as your eyes set on the detective. Clenching your jaw, your eyes narrowed as the next line came up. "Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me, baby... Like a damn sociopath!" You sing right into the microphone, flipping Sherlock off without a care, lifting your face up and belting the lyrics.

John and Lestrade snap their heads to the younger Holmes with gaping grins. "Oh, wow," Lestrade laughs as Sherlock sighed.

"So... you dated a rockstar?"

"I've lost my mind, I've spent the night, cryin' on the floor of my bathroom..." You walk off the stage with your eyes set on Sherlock, each step getting faster before a sudden halt. "But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it, but I guess good for you!" Finally inches apart, your lips tilted up smugly. "Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily,"

People cheered behind you as the two men beside your ex were pursing lips to suppress laughter in a response to trying to process the shock of it all.

"Y/n," Sherlock murmurs.

"William," you retort with a heaving breath while handing the microphone back to a manager. "What are you doing here? If I remember correctly... you called this all childish,"

"You're in a fantasy world, Y/n!" He yells. "I don't have time to deal with this- this-"

"This what? Just fucking say it!"

"This childish dream that will never come true!" He slams his fist down on the table.

"I called your dreams childish,"

"The childish fantasy? But guess what? That fantasy came true, I'm living it and you... well, could you say the same?" You raised your hands a gestured to it all. "Feel special knowing that song was about you? Or are you still a careless sociopathic arse?"

Sherlock's face dropped as he bit the inside of his cheeks. "I was never- I never meant to-"

"Hurt me?" Scoffing at his words, you walk away only for him and the other two to follow.

"Y/n, please," he murmurs. "This isn't about us-"

"There isn't an us!" You snap, turning to him and pushing him back. "Not anymore..."

"Then this isn't about what we had... this is about a case-"

"Of course..." tears threatened to form lightly along the edge of your eyes. "It's always a case, isn't it? The case of the missing berries... Curious incident of the red mice... Mysterious girl down the hall," you spit out sourly.

Sherlock clenched his fists in anger, pain from every memory he could remember with you. He missed you, but god how he'd never admit it, he refused to.

"Please," he murmurs, sighing when you turn and leave. "Y/n!"

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Ayee I'm backkk

(Based on my Sherlock oneshot in my Sherlock oneshot book)

- Anna ❤️