ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Chapter 31: A perfect plan
The night had soon gone and day light shone through the curtains in Holmes bedroom, birds chirped and a warm breeze flowed through, making the curtains dance in the wind, it felt like a lovely summer morning.
You turned over onto your back and stretched out your arms and looked to your side, seeing the back someone’s head; messy curls, it could only belong to one person, Sherlock Holmes. You can’t say you were saddened by your new lifestyle; it was actually everything you’d ever wanted, although art was your passion.
You hopped out of bed and not cared for clothing, your underwear was enough and it was already passed 10AM so hopefully John would have left by now.
But an unexpected visitor waited in the living-room, sighing and looking at his watch as his assistant kept track of any incoming calls outside the flat “Good morning, Miss. LeMatteu, nice of you to finally get up. Where’s Sherlock?” he asked, his recognizable voice sounding from the living-room.
You wandered over, a grin curving your lips as you leaned against the kitchen door frame, smiling at the elder Holmes “In bed” you responded to his question.
Mycroft smirked, but then looked away “Perhaps you could put some clothes on?” he suggested.
Giggling, you wandered over and sat down in Sherlock arm chair “Oh it’s nothing you haven’t seen before is it?” you winked.
The Detective in his bedroom, as soon as he woke up, he noticed the lack of weight and warmth in his bed signifying you’d left the bedroom. It was if he needed you, like you were a part of him, like an organ or a limb, he needed you to feel at ease, some special effect that you seemed to have over him. He had summed it up to the ‘games’ you’d both played back in Paris; it had given him the will to give him emotions.
Sighing as his brain worked on eliminating these emotions, he crawled out of bed, preparing to face whatever Alex threw at him today. The last thing he was expecting was to see his brother as he entered the room.
“Ah, Sherlock. About time you got up” he commented, looking up at his younger sibling grimace and yawn.
The Detective was hardly in the mood for a social visit “What do you want, Mycroft?” he asked, getting straight to the point.
“Very well, dear brother. I have received information that Alexandre plans on stealing the crown jewels. I’m unsure about the source but it’s best to take precautions,” he continued, “Alexandre will be in the country in two days, I advise you both to come with me and be put into witness protection until this petty fight is over”
Sherlock interrupted, butting in the conversation as he spoke seriously “Do nothing. If anything, drop the level of security on London Tower. I promise you that the crown jewels will not be stolen, but you have to trust me on this”
Mycroft disrespected his younger brother’s requests, but Sherlock was smart, not as smart as him of course, but still, smarter than the average. He trusted him on this occasion, after the Detective had promised to keep him in the loop as he put his plan into motion.
But first things first, Sherlock had to make sure his co-partner in the plan was willing to play along… when the crown jewels were involved, he would no doubtingly.
Literature
Don't Leave Me (Desperate Oswald Cobblepot x You)
Lost in thoughts Oswald stared into the cold consuming flames, waiting for you to arrive. He sat in front of a chimney, a glass of exquisite red wine in his hand, his face buried in his other hand. Anxiously he took a sip. „We have to talk, Oswald. I will be there in a few minutes,“ was the only thing you said to him before you hang up. The frostiness in your voice made his heart slump. Never before he heard you saying something in such a crisp and nipping way.
Oswald closed his eyes, gripping the glass in his hands firmly. Like a movie running in his head he recollected the first time he met you. You ran around a corner and bump
Literature
Van Helsing: Vlad x Reader
His wife dead, the others in mourning; he couldn’t take it, this segregation from his lovers as they wept for her, the sinking loneliness that crept into his dark heart. He restlessly wandered the halls of his castle, muttering to himself for some time before deciding an outing to the country villages surrounding his ruins would bring him peace. He transformed and took off into the night, bypassing the one that was convenient and going to one where they feared him but not so much so they had night watchmen for his coming. He landed softly and took to peaking around the village, he would glance down dark alley ways, and sliding along the
Literature
Deduce Me [Sherlock Holmes x Reader]
You sighed contently as you read your favorite novel curled up in the most comfortable chair in the flat. Sherlock’s chair, that is. You came to visit and waste time, but arrived to an empty flat so you decided to get comfortable. There were no dishes in the sink or drying on the rack; Sherlock must have dragged John out in the middle of the night. It was already midafternoon which means they most likely are close to finishing, or had already solved, whatever case Sherlock got mixed in with. ‘Or should I say who he got mixed with,’ you thought amusedly. You calmly picked up your cup of steaming tea and sipped it slowly, wait
Suggested Collections
Chapter 31 of Just a Favour, for a Damsel.
Previous chapter: Just a suggestion.
Opinions? Drop a comment. Like it?
Previous chapter: Just a suggestion.
Opinions? Drop a comment. Like it?
Comments8
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
It is most definitely worth the wait for more.
Love that finally a Reader is giving Adler a run for her money.
Your work is fantastic.
Can't wait to see what happens next.
![Big Fool Emoji-28 (High Five YES) [V4]](https://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/036/7/b/big_fool_emoji_28__high_five_yes___v4__by_jerikuto-d7567ek.gif)
Love that finally a Reader is giving Adler a run for her money.
Your work is fantastic.
Can't wait to see what happens next.