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"Oh hi, Dearie!"
"Mrs.Hudson!!"
You hugged the older woman and smiled brightly.
"It's so nice to finally meet you, Name! John's told me all about you!"
You laughed as she lead you inside.
"Now your flat is right here." she directed, pulling out a key and handing it to you. You grinned at her excitedly as you put the key into the lock. You opened the door and peeked in, turning back to Mrs.Hudson.
"Thank you!"
She nodded and proceeded back to her flat. You went inside and set down your bags in the bedroom. You didn't have anything big to bring with you, and luckily the flat was already filled with comfy furniture so you all you needed to do now was personalize it. It was a little place since most of the downstairs was Mrs.Hudson's, but you didn't mind. You were grateful to find anything this price in London, mind right next to your brother's!
You emerged back into the hallway to see Ms.Hudson with her door open and in the kitchen. You began to trudge up the stairs when she stuck her head out to ask you something.
"How do you like it?"
"It's perfect!" you called back.
"There's just one thing... I was wondering if maybe you could dust for me? It seems no ones been in there in a long time."
You would do it yourself, but there was lots to dust and you rather just arrange your flat and settle down the first night.
"Of course Name!"
But as soon as you got to the top of the stairs you heard her inform you-
"But I'm not your housekeeper!!"
* * *
Your brother was thrilled to have you right downstairs, partly because he was a bit protective of his 'little sis' and liked to keep tabs on you, but also because you were an awesome sister and you two had fun together. John embraced you and squeezed you really tight like you used to do to him, and he ruffled your hair as he released you.
"Ah, Name...good to have you around again!"
You giggled patting your hair back into place.
"I'm so glad I'm here!"'
Someone disrupted the little family reunion as they threw open the door and sat down dramatically.
"John make some tea."
He was sitting extraordinarily still with both hands pressed together as if he was praying. He only stirred when he didn't hear footsteps or the kettle on.
"Johhhn."
He whined.
"Teaaa. Noww."
John shook his head in annoyance and embarrassment, and you just chuckled at his childish behavior.
"One second, I've got it."
You told the strange man as you made your way to the kitchen.
"No Name! No!! Your a guest!" your brother objected, but you just proceeded.
"Really, its fine. And I live downstairs now, John, so I'll be around all the time- hardly a guest."
The flatmate's eyes burst open at this. And he turned to observe you. You saw his face really for the first time, and you felt yourself blush a bit. His eyes were a light blueish green, soft and beautiful like the sea, yet could be so piercing. His hair was a mess of dark curls. He had these sharp cheekbones that just made you swoon. Man you were gonna have to control yourself around him!
John just sighed and told you that Mrs.Hudson wanted to make you dinner tonight, and she had asked him to go to the store for her, so he'd be off for a bit.
"Sherlock."
The man turned to listen.
"Be nice for God's sake."
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Multiple of Three: Chapter 4 (BBC JohnxReader)
"What made you forgive him? Earlier I mean."
You briefly glance over to Watson and smile, "Sherlock hardly ever raises his voice. During all the years I've been with that man, I've learned that he yells most at those he—dare I say—loves."
"He certainly yells at Mycroft quite a bit."
You chuckle as you swipe a strand of hair from your face, "Exactly. Sherlock cares. It's simply that those two have both got their own little relationship of sorts. I'd be lying if I told you their bond had ever been normal."
"And I would've been disinclined to believe so."
You laugh again, "We wouldn't be Holmes' if we we're normal, now would we?
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First meeting
Violins. Sounding more and more strengthly and faster. Threatening, accusing, pressing. All around was black but he didn't care. He only cared about the vibration of the strings. Again and again. Going up, pressing, calling him boldly. A slight smile appeared on his lips. With eyes closed, perfectly still, Sherlock followed the rhythm of the music without moving a muscle or blinking. Never had cost him lock himself in his inner world, ignoring everything around him, but it was much more pleasant to do so accompanied by the strains of Shostakovich's suite. Perhaps it was a few seconds it had taken that position or, conversely, could still take
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Holmes and Watson: Confirmation
The colossal chiming of the Big Ben sounded as both hands on its face struck Midnight.
"Gracious me, it's that late already!" said Sherlock, observing the third hand ticking away on his watch.
Before John could respond, Sherlock was already headed down a dark footpath, on his way home from the police station. John quickly caught up with him.
As they made their way down the road the two comrades found themselves in a heated discussion about smoking and the obvious disadvantages it brings to an individual's health. What with John being a qualified doctor, he was certain he would win this argument with Sherlock looking quite the fool. Howe
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He's not gonna be nice.
Just because he's Sherlock. *le shrug*
Just because he's Sherlock. *le shrug*