ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Hidden behind a nearby corner, Sherlock and John eagerly watched your arrival to Mycroft’s manor.
By the time you had finally reached the immense door, you had tripped over your own feet, and fell into some rose bushes twice. But in any case, you had arrived. Before pressing the doorbell, you allowed yourself one last glance towards the giggling bunch behind you, and winked. You then managed to lose your balance on a last viciously placed step. Fortunately, the door opened just in time to let Mycroft catch you in your fall.
The hour was late, so late that some birds had begun to chirp. The man that appeared before you was, to your surprise, no stranger.
Back a few months, you had decided to deviate your routine to the Diogenes club, which one of your friends was an official member. You were aware that there were certain rules that were to be broken under no circumstances, but as to what they consisted of, you had no idea. As you cautiously entered, a leaving gentleman caught you right in the act of tripping, which happened on a daily basis. You muttered an apology which he silenced by bringing a finger to his lips. From his expression you had discerned quite a few things. There was an irritating arrogance overlaying his lips and brows, coated with self-confidence exceeding common standards, as for his eyes, they bore hints of child-like amusement and mischievousness, but there was something quite alive about them.
Caught in his arms once more, your foggy mind had yet to put back all the pieces together, but was reasonable enough to refrain your tongue from making any allusion of the dare.
“I know you... We met in the Diogenes club. Now as for the reason of your presence...”
He took a few steps back until you were at a tolerable distance enough to his liking.
“All that alcohol breaks my concentration", he explained.
He sighed. “My brother sometimes has the most childish ideas.”
“I am the master of my own actions”, you said confusedly, “thank you very much indeed!”. For the sake of drama, you felt like you had to bow, which you did.
Mycroft on the other hand was not so fond of drama.
“Very well, now if you’ll excuse me, I have more important business to attend to.”
Before he could close the door you clumsily stepped in, amazed by various paintings.
Deeply annoyed Mycroft pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself, before finally losing his gentlemanly attitude.
“WILLIAM SHERLOCK SCOTT HOLMES COME GET YOUR FRIEND AT ONCE!”
This scare tactic had, however, the opposite effect. Sherlock and John scattered away, without forgetting to leave a few giggles behind.
By the time you had finally reached the immense door, you had tripped over your own feet, and fell into some rose bushes twice. But in any case, you had arrived. Before pressing the doorbell, you allowed yourself one last glance towards the giggling bunch behind you, and winked. You then managed to lose your balance on a last viciously placed step. Fortunately, the door opened just in time to let Mycroft catch you in your fall.
The hour was late, so late that some birds had begun to chirp. The man that appeared before you was, to your surprise, no stranger.
Back a few months, you had decided to deviate your routine to the Diogenes club, which one of your friends was an official member. You were aware that there were certain rules that were to be broken under no circumstances, but as to what they consisted of, you had no idea. As you cautiously entered, a leaving gentleman caught you right in the act of tripping, which happened on a daily basis. You muttered an apology which he silenced by bringing a finger to his lips. From his expression you had discerned quite a few things. There was an irritating arrogance overlaying his lips and brows, coated with self-confidence exceeding common standards, as for his eyes, they bore hints of child-like amusement and mischievousness, but there was something quite alive about them.
Caught in his arms once more, your foggy mind had yet to put back all the pieces together, but was reasonable enough to refrain your tongue from making any allusion of the dare.
“I know you... We met in the Diogenes club. Now as for the reason of your presence...”
He took a few steps back until you were at a tolerable distance enough to his liking.
“All that alcohol breaks my concentration", he explained.
He sighed. “My brother sometimes has the most childish ideas.”
“I am the master of my own actions”, you said confusedly, “thank you very much indeed!”. For the sake of drama, you felt like you had to bow, which you did.
Mycroft on the other hand was not so fond of drama.
“Very well, now if you’ll excuse me, I have more important business to attend to.”
Before he could close the door you clumsily stepped in, amazed by various paintings.
Deeply annoyed Mycroft pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself, before finally losing his gentlemanly attitude.
“WILLIAM SHERLOCK SCOTT HOLMES COME GET YOUR FRIEND AT ONCE!”
This scare tactic had, however, the opposite effect. Sherlock and John scattered away, without forgetting to leave a few giggles behind.
Literature
Little Duckling SherlockxNeko!Reader
John pulled the younger girl behind him. She was reluctant, nearly digging her heels into the floor before he brought her up the stair to the flat. When he opened the door and entered (Name) hid behind him, happy she was shorter than him. She peaked around his shoulder to look at the other man in the room. He was tall with inky black curls and wore a purple shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“John, who or rather what is this peculiar creature?” He asked, his voice a smooth baritone.
(Name)’s black ears pressed down against her head and she shrunk away, trying to escape out of the flat. H
Literature
Sherlock x Reader Chapter 5
After much muttering to yourself the dissection was finally complete. Remaining in your scrubs you sat down to type up the report when Sherlock appeared. Completely at home in the morgue he pulled on a pair of gloves and headed for the cadaver. He picked up the body’s left arm and inspected the underside of it.
“That’s it. Please go ahead and touch my dead body.”
You were possessive of those who resided in your morgue as it was your job to look after them for their family. Sherlock lowered the limb and scowled at you, annoyed at being told off. Instead he walked around the body before raising his eyebrow at you. He
Literature
Jim Moriarty X Reader Chapter 2
Chapter 2
It was a week later, and you were approaching Jim Moriarty’s apartment, holding in your hand reports of the missions he had assigned to you, all of which had been successful. As you knocked on the door politely, Jim’s voice called from within,
“It’s open!” you pushed the door open, entering the richly decorated apartment entrance hall as Jim came through, dressed in casual trousers and a long-sleeved collared shirt that was a deep shade of navy blue.
“Day off?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“Everyone needs a holiday sometimes, darling.” Jim smirked and his eyes fell t
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
© 2014 - 2024 letmechooseaname
Comments12
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
XD I am going to sit cross legged like a four year old and pout. I am that drunk. Just that drunk, so I'm going to roll around the floor like and mycroft will be all like .And then I'll eat his cake and he'll be all like and then he'll be all like and then I'll wake up. The end. XD Sherlock is in so much trouble