A/N
Hi there!
Sorry for letting y'all wait so long! I just wanted to say that my test week is over today, but I still have many papers to complete and a presentation to give in French so currently I'm slowly dying of anxiety... Anyway, this request can be read by anyone but I've made it for @RavenWinterfell. I really hope you'll like it! This is what I'm asked to write:
Well I want a Sherlock x Reader oneshot where the reader comes at the moment Sherlock is showing Archie the pictures and she thought of it as a cute sight(Sherlock and Archie) but when she heard about the maggots thing she dropped the grocery bag she's bringing and run up to Archie getting him away from Sherlock, but Archie pleased to see the photos and since he's so adorable she allowed and Archie slept the night over. It's up to you how Sherlock,Archie, and the reader spent the day. Can you also write when the three are at the wedding. The three of them bonding like a family. They kinda borrowed Archie from his mom for that day. Black wavy hair and blue eyes.
Okay, let's start! ;-)
***
'That is an excellent choice.' Said the owner of the grocery shop to me as I took some of the foods and turned my head to face him. I assume I had been in some sort of trance while I was making my decision and the owner had scared me out of that trance. He smiled so genuinely that I could not be angry. 'Yes, do you think so?' I asked, still doubting. 'I'm sure of it. Whatever you intend to make; the thing you're holding will taste great.' He said as I paid for the food. I left the shop with a smile and a richly filled bag. Today it was my turn to cook, as it almost always was since Sherlock refused to, only John sometimes helped, and I intended to make something amazing this evening.
I climbed up the steps of the stair and heard voices coming from the living room. I smiled as I heard the low sound of Sherlock's voice. It has always been one of his most beautiful features to me. It could be harsh and loud or soft and soothing and seldom, on deeply adored moments, sweet and singing. But whatever tone it had, to me the sound of it was pleasing. No, it certainly wasn't the sound that worried me, it were the spoken words.
I ran up the stairs and opened the door quickly, hoping that what I had heard would not lead to the thing I feared. Have you solved any murders? I was unlocking the door when Sherlock answered Archie's question. 'Sure, loads.' The two boys didn't even look up when I entered the room a little later and found them sitting in front of a laptop.
I couldn't see the screen but the sweet sight of the two people I loved and liked together made me forget the reason of my worrying. The curly heads of Archie and Sherlock looked so funny now there were so close to each other, both staring at the screen. I seemed as if Archie was Sherlock's friend already. Or his younger brother. Or his son. It was an odd thing to have in mind, but once the thought had entered my 'mind palace', it wouldn't leave. And strangely, I kind of liked the idea. With a warming feeling I stared at the two.
But that feeling quickly went away when reality kicked in and more words were heard. 'What's all that stuff in his eye?' Archie asked Sherlock. Stuff in one's eye? I thought. What do they mean with- then it hit me just before Sherlock said it.
'Maggots.'
'You are looking at crime scenes?!' I shrieked and dropped the grocery bag. Neither of them looked up while I shouted and ran towards them, but they both turned their heads as grabbed the kid's arm and pulled him away from Sherlock. 'No! Leave me!' He shouted. 'No, you're not looking at pictures of poor deaths for amusement! I will not allow you to both dishonour the dead and get yourself a trauma.' Once I had dragged the child to the kitchen, I ran towards Sherlock to reach him earlier than the running Archie and turned the laptop off. 'Shame on you.' I said the Sherlock.
'Why shame on me? He wanted to see some murders.' Sherlock tried. 'Has it even slipped your notice that such pictures might be harmful to young eyes?' I shouted back at him. He lifted his hands and showed me his palms. ' It's just one of his curiosities.' I looked at Archie who nodded exaggeratedly. 'Well, it's a strange curiosity which I don't encourage.' I answered them.
Archie looked a bit sad because of my decision so I bowed down a bit to get on the same level as the little kid. 'You know what?' I started with a sweet smile on my face. 'Why don't you stay and spend a night here. I'll cook something incredible and we'll do something fun. And watching the dead is not fun to me.' The disappointed look in the glowing eyes of the child disappeared and he smiled. 'Sounds like a plan to me!' He shouted out happily. I turned to face Sherlock.
He was smiling too.
***
I stared at Sherlock and found no hint of him not telling the truth in his gorgeous blue eyes. 'Complimenting me will not make me forget that you've allowed a young boy to look at those horrifying pictures.' I said and turned my back to him. As I made my way into the kitchen to get the last plate, Archie's plate, I heard Sherlock's voice from behind me. 'I know that,' he said, 'it's just true. The food looks amazing, you've really outdone yourself this time.' I just grumpily answered that he should have made dinner instead of making me do it.
But I faked a smile when Archie entered the room. '(y/n)! Sherlock! I've got this wonderful idea!' He said happily as he sat down for supper. 'And what is your idea?' Sherlock said in a sweet tone and I thought my eyes were mistaken as I saw Sherlock sort of pet Archie's hair. 'First I need to know something.' the kid started. '(y/n), are you angry with me?' He asked and I shook my head. 'How could someone be angry with you, Archie? You're too cute for that.' He smiled. 'I hear that a lot. Well great. (y/n), are you angry with Sherlock?' He asked and as I sat down I briefly looked at Sherlock before telling Archie that I was in fact angry with Sherlock.
'Great!' He said. 'Well, not great but great. I think I have the perfect solution to this!' The boy continued his 'masterplan' while scoffing the food in, obviously liking it which I was happy about. 'Why don't we watch a film after dinner? Then I'll choose a film and we'll watch it with the three of us. I'll try to be as unnoticeable as possible and you two could cuddle to make things right. And then we could-' The boy stopped both talking and eating as he saw my complexion.
'Let me stop you there.' I said and looked away from Sherlock, not wanting him to deduce me which, judging by the grin on his lips, he had already done. 'First of all am I not going to let you choose a film. You'd choose the wrong one and have nightmares! Second of all do you not have to be unnoticeable and third of all, how old are you, Archie? Please don't say anything like that ever again.' I ended my plea by throwing my napkin in Sherlock's grinning face. 'And stop deducing me!'
But that only made things worse. He grabbed the first thing that reached his hand, which was a pillow stolen from the couch, and threw it at me. 'Don't throw things at her!' Archie said who rose and threw the skull at Sherlock. 'Careful with that!' Sherlock shouted and could just catch it. We ended up throwing all the stuff we could find in this messy apartment at each other and out fight only ended when John entered the house. After that, we've spent most of the time cleaning everything while Archie asked questions about the artefacts and I forbade Sherlock to answer them. Though sometimes I heard him and Archie whisper and I knew that that could only mean one thing.
***
'It will be our little secret.'
The sentence was followed by soft giggling. 'Are you kidding me?' I said sassily as I turned on the light. I was sleepy since it was around two o'clock but my sass was much more noticeable than my weariness. Sherlock and Archie looked up from the laptop screen, both with caught looks on their faces. And a poor man with maggots was on the screen. It was silent in the room, both of the boys were waiting for my reaction but I just stared at them until it became creepy. 'Euh, (y/n), are you allrig-' I cut Sherlock off. 'Both of you, go to bed or a picture of you will end up in the same file as the maggotman.'
***
John and Mary's wedding was almost upon us. And I wasn't ready yet. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself in my new dress, doubting. 'What do you think, Archie?' I said and looked at my laptop on the bed. Archie, on Skype, reacted. He was the only one whom I could reach and I was in dire need of some advice. 'Oooh, I like the dress!' He said happily. I smiled. 'Thanks! You look fine in your outfit as well, little gentleman.' He touched his hat as a "thank you". 'But do you like the dress on me?' I asked and turned to the mirror once again, still doubting. 'Are you doubting this much for Sherlock?' He asked and I acted as if I had not heard that, blushing heavily. 'I take that as a yes.' Said Archie who, I figured, could of course see my red cheeks through the mirror.
'Well,' Archie said and winked, 'I think you look great. And I think Sherlock would-' I turned off the laptop. Odd little kid, he is. Odd, but lovely and I knew I was really starting to like that strange boy.
***
John and Mary's wedding was now really upon us, and Sherlock and I neared the door hand in hand. He looked fine, my little detective. Gorgeous black curls fell over his pale, smiling face. His eyes, a light shade of the most beautiful blue, shone sadly enough with anxiety. I squeezed in his hand which seemed to calm him a bit. 'I must admit,' he said as we almost reached the door, 'that I was shocked to see you aren't angry with me anymore.' I gave him a sassy smile. 'That I'm holding you hand does not mean that I'm not angry anymore, Sherlock.' I let go of his hand to hug John and Mary happily, leaving an astonished Sherlock to his thoughts for a moment.
Two little arms were suddenly wrapped around me. 'It looks even better on you in real life!' Archie called out and I petted his hair while the little kid hugged me. 'Thanks Archie.' I said happily and watched how he let go of me to hug Sherlock. Seeing that adorable kid hugging my detective was an odd sight I had never witnessed before. But alongside odd it also was beautiful and special. Sherlock looked a bit uncomfortable at the kid, but in his eyes I saw something I had not expected and this time it was me who was left alone to my thoughts. In Sherlock's eyes I saw warmth. Yes, you might even call it love. Love, for the little kid.
It was a weird kind of warmth, but it was there.
Sherlock and I entered the room without Archie and my hand searched for Sherlock's who smirked at me when he felt my touch.
'Still angry with you.' I assured him.
'You look beautiful.' He assured me.
The hand that wasn't intertwined with mine reached my black wavy hair and he stroke through it. He didn't say a word but his eyes stared in mine, blue into blue, and the same warmth was there. He bowed down a bit and gave me a small kiss on my nose and smirked as I blushed.
We started dancing, which was one of the most fun things I had ever done. Much more fun than cleaning up the mess together after out fight or watching pictures of poor unfortunate men. No, now the only thing I saw was the warmth in his eyes, the genuine love towards me, and a sweet smile on his full lips as we gently and gracefully danced around the room. I had practised with Sherlock before, on long nights I loved for we spent them together, so now we turned and turned around, obviously being the best dancing couple.
Then, as the ending of the song neared, he asked: 'Are you still angry with me?' I shook my head, enchanted by the moment and confused on how he succeeded again: I could never stay angry with him for too long. With the sweet smile still on his face that showed his victorious feeling, he let go of the dancing position and wrapped his arms around me. 'Here? In the middle of the crowd?' I asked and smiled as he answered with 'yup'. Then he bowed down his head once more and gently bestowed a kiss upon me, one which only he was capable of.
'I saw that.' Archie's voice interrupted and as I looked at him I saw the kid smile. 'Seems that you don't need my help to get you two back together.' He smirked and received a playful slap from me. 'Shouldn't you be with your mother?' Sherlock asked. 'Do you ask that because you want me to leave?' Archie said smirking.
Sherlock smirked too and turned to me. 'I like the kid, shall we abduct him?' I smiled back. 'Aren't we villains then? It would bring us on the same level as Moriarty, on the dark side.' I said and we both looked at the sweet kid that stood in front of us.
'I may be on the side of the Angels,' Sherlock said, 'but do not think for one second that I am one of them.' And with that he grinned as he grabbed Archie's sleeve and pulled him into a tight hug. I joined them and there we stood, the three of us. All smiling on the middle of the dancefloor. A weird kind of family we formed, but although it was weird, it was genuine and bonded with love. Utter love. I smiled brightly and welcomed the feeling of feeling complete that rose inside of me. Then I kissed the foreheads of my new family members and ignored Archie's angry-looking mother who was staring from afar.
A/N
Okay that was it! I really hope I've made you smile with this one! My humour isn't great so it was pretty difficult... Anyway, I hope you liked it and @RavenWinterfell, let me know whether you like it or not! Please comment and vote and if you've got any French pronunciation tips or tips for speaking in public in general, let me know!
Thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart and...
...catch you later! ;-)
-MS