ThinkingOut Loud (Sherlock Holmes X Reader)

Thinking Out Loud (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Request: Hi! I saw your dialogue prompts and wanted to request nos. 9, 10, and 42 for Sherlock. A bit angsty and a little fluff if you would. Thank you in advance!

Words: 665

Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: FLUFF, marriage

Shaky hands shifted and pulled at the lace sleeves of the dress. Sighs left the cherry lips of the nervous bride in puffs. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the thought of in just a few minutes she’d be waltzing down the aisle.

“Are you feeling okay?” Mary asked from behind her. (Y/N) nodded with a wavering smile. She was feeling more than okay. She was elated, practically buzzing with anticipation.

“It’s just – I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.” She felt her heart thumped loudly in her chest. “Especially for Sherlock.” She let out a small chuckle. Mary huffed a laugh of agreement while nodding her head.

                                                 Flashback

The couple walked side by side near the Eye of London. Some man had been found dead in the river just around here. They were here to find clues as to who killed him.

The woman’s attention was drawn away from her path when she heard a squeal of delight and a woman shouting ‘yes’. A young couple, younger than her and Sherlock, stood at the base of the Eye, wrapped up in each other’s arms in the chilly winter air.

(Y/N) sighed nearly inaudibly, but from how close she stood to her partner, he could easily hear the longing sound.

“Don’t even think about it,” he drawled, not looking at her. “I told you when we first started this relationship, that it would not end up in marriage. It’s not a good idea.”

“I wasn’t – I didn’t…” she sighed heavily. “I don’t expect you to ever propose to me. I’ll be content to just be with you for the rest of our lives… Or until you get bored.” She looked down at her feet, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Sherlock suddenly stopped and faced her. She didn’t look up to him.

“Look at me.” He demanded, his voice tight. She refused. “(Y/N), look at me… please.”

It must have been important for him to say please. She looked and locked eyes with the detective.

“Don’t ever think I would get bored of you.” He paused for a moment, his brows furrowing. Then without another word he turned and walked away. She watched with wide eyes as his back grew farther away. She had to run to catch up.

Months passed and the two were lounging at home, having just waved Mary and John off. The two had just recently married and were still adjusting to the married life. (Y/N) sat squished in between Sherlock and the couch arm. For some reason unknown to her, he decided to sit as close to her as possible, just short of sitting on her.

“When should we set the date?” Sherlock asked out of the blue. Blinking in confusion, (Y/N) looked up from her book.

“What date?”

“For our wedding, of course.” He rolled his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Just marry me already. I know with John and Mary getting married you can’t stand the thought of not marrying me.”

                                               End Flashback

“I do.” His deep voice rang in tune with her soul. Her smile was blinding to his eyes. Never had he ever met someone so radiant. He was glad she was his. And with this kiss they now shared, she was his and he was hers for the rest of their lives.

“At what point did you think that this was a good idea?” She mumbled, pressing her forehead to his.

“Don’t you remember? At the Eye, I told you I wouldn’t mind you having my last name if that were the only reason we got married.” His hands were soft and warm around hers. She cocked an eyebrow.

“No, you didn’t. You just said we would never get married, then told me that you’d never get bored of me. You stared at me for a bit the just walked away…” She recounted. His face twisted in annoyance.

“I really need to start saying things out loud…”

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Grace’s Masterlist

Sherlock-

Sherlock Holmes:

Bagels

Thinking Out Loud

Empath

Yours From The Beginning

The Time I Wasted

John Watson:

Let’s Stay In

Mycroft Holmes:

Hold My Hand

Harry Potter-

Fred Weasley:

No More Pretending

George Weasley:

Fight for Love

Breaking And Entering

Draco Malfoy:

In Your Hands

Marvel-

Loki Laufeyson:

I Won’t Give Up On You

Tony Stark:

Animal Instinct

Bucky Barnes:

Pieces Welded in Gold

Hopelessly Devoted

I Found You

Steven Grant:

Perfect For Me

Assassin’s Creed

Ezio Auditore:

When My Back Was Turned

Supernatural-

Dean Winchester: 

Together

George Weasley Romantic prompt. 34. "I don't want to think about what I'd be like without you." 43. "I'm yours, in every way possible." & 69. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." ♡♡♡

Ooohhhh yessss~ I love me some Georgie! Added to the list, Love :3

Fight For Love (George Weasley x reader)

Request: George Weasley Romantic prompt. 34. "I don't want to think about what I'd be like without you." 43. "I'm yours, in every way possible." & 69. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." ♡♡♡

Summary: The reader saves Fred from dying during the Battle of Hogwarts, nearly dying. George stays with her in the hospital until she wakes up.

Words: 542

Characters/Pairings: George Weasley x Reader, Fred x Reader (platonic), Percy (mentioned)

Warnings: Near death, slight swearing (if even that), hospitals

Lights exploded all around. Their home, the place they met, the place they fell in love, it was crumbling over them.

Her heart beat heavily in her chest as her lungs burned from the acidic smoke hanging in the air. With her wand held tightly in her hand, she fired spell after spell, blocking when she should and dodging the rest. All to get to the red-head across the courtyard.

George was fighting off two death eaters on his own, both of them firing jets of green light he was just barely sidestepping. Terror filled her along with a wave of rage. She already lost her godfather, Remus, and his wife, Tonks. She was not losing the love of her life, too.

She raised her wand at the two death eaters, “Stupefy!” The first went down, the other turning to look over at her, barely raising his wand before her fist connected with his face. The force was enough to knock him unconscious.

George sat on the ground looking up at her like the goddess she was. “Marry me.” He blurted. She laughed out loud, grabbing his hand and helping him up, pressing her lips to his.

“I’m yours, in every way possible,” She whispered in his good ear. He grinned from ear to ear.

They fought side by side for a while until they split to find Fred and anyone else to help. She was the one to find Fred, backed up against a wall with Percy. A death eater was approaching from the side, unseen by the two brothers, but not her.

Making a decision in a split second, she silently apologized to George for this. She sprinted towards Fred, tackling him to the side, out of the way of the curse that would have killed him. The wall exploded behind them, massive debris falling onto of the two.

“(Y/N)!!” Fred yelled as darkness took over and her body went limp over his.

 She woke to the warm feeling of something holding her hand tightly, something running through her hair. It hurt to open her eyes, no doubt they were bruised and black, like the rest of her body.

“Geor…” Her voice gurgled in her throat.

“Oh, Love! Merlin, I thought… I thought you’d never wake up!” George’s jumped up from his position next to her on the hospital bed.

“’Ow long?” She couldn’t get much else out through her sore throat.

“Five days, love.” George lightly brushed his fingers over her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.

“Fred?”

“He’s fine, up and walking.” There was a pause. And then a sob. Her eyes shot open to look over at George. “H-he’s alive because of you… But shit, (Y/N), you almost died in his place… I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”

Tears pool in her eyes, making her vision even worse. She squeezed his hand in hers, hoping he could feel the love she was unable to express in words. He gave a watery smile, bringing her bruised hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. The same ones that punched a death eater in the face.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, love, but I’m never letting go.”