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  After John had gotten married, to Mary, Sherlock deiced he needed someone he could care about as well. He went to the adoption agency and adopted a 6 year old girl named (y/n) who had (h/l) (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. She was quiet and mostly kept to herself, and she hated to get in to any kind of trouble with those appointed over her.  It had been almost a whole year since the day that Sherlock had brought his daughter home. Mrs. Hudson home schooled her during the day, as long as Sherlock agreed to quit shooting her bloody wall. When she wasn't schooling with Mrs. Hudson, she was drawing, reading, or taking deduction lessons from

   You were sitting in 221B in John's armchair, glancing around the flat. You didn't know when John would be back, he only left a bit ago and didn't say anything except for some grumbling insult about Sherlock. Sherlock was sitting in his chair, his hands in front of his mouth as he was thinking. God, you loved when he did that. It looked so content for him, and gave you the chance to stare at him without noticing.    Most of the time, at least.    "(Y/N), you're staring at me," Sherlock said, his eyes still closed. You sat up straight and pretended like you weren't, your cheeks burning a little.    "I wasn't staring," you replied innocent

You adjusted the glasses on your nose and leaned in to look through the microscope again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you pulled them off completely, microscopes are not particularly friendly to those with glasses and in truth you really only needed them when you were tired. The slide with blood came through clearly this time and you scribbled some notes on a pad next to you. You were the top forensic blood spatter analyst in the UK and it kept you rather busy and alone most of the time. Honestly that was how you preferred it, the living were cruel and overly complex and the dead were quiet and, frankly, simple. When your jazzy ringtone

You coughed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. You had lost count. Whatever the number of coughs, to Sherlock it was too many. You could see his agitation in the nearly imperceptible shift of the corner of his mouth. When you first met Sherlock, you thought he was emotionless. The only thrill he seemed to experience came from the solving of a case. Over time, you'd learned that that was not the case. He was harder to read than most, but his emotions were there. "You're sick, [First Name], you must see a doctor." "This from the man who wouldn't go to the hospital after being stabbed three times? Unbelievable." "I was underco

         It was snowing heavily on the streets of London and the temperature had dropped from a warm 15 degrees to ten.        Inside 221B you were snuggled under 5 layers of blankets and paid no attention to the chilly weather outside. In fact, you thought it was very pretty. Sherlock, however, was complaining that he couldn't go out to the store to get some fruit, which was obvious that he was complaining for the sake of complaining.        "Come on Sherlock, it's not like you ever eat anyways," You mumbled and wiggled deeper into your cocoon.        Sherlock rolled his eyes and went on to describe how important his fruits were for hi

“(y/n) turn off that game. You need to sleep.” “I can’t stop now Sherlock. I just unlocked a new mission!” You didn’t even turn away from the TV when you answered Sherlock and that made him even more annoyed than he already was. “That’s not important now turn it off,” he demanded. “Sherlock there is dragon burning down villages. I think that qualifies as important.” “(y/n) its four in the morning and you’ve been there for nearly seventeen hours. It normally wouldn’t matter but seeing as you haven’t slept for forty-eight hours you need to stop.”

Lestrade had called you, John and Sherlock to his office to discuss, what he thought, was a difficult case. But after only a few minutes Sherlock solved it and told Lestrade it was obvious if only he would use his eyes. He then took your hand and guided you out of the office with John following behind. The three of you were making your way to the elevator when Sally Donovan walked over. “Ugh why are you here?” she said looking at Sherlock. “Lestrade wanted me to solve a case, seeing as you were obviously no help with it,” Sherlock said with a smirk. “Well we can’t all be psychopaths now can we? Besides y

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This is my first go at a Pietro x reader Pietro x mommy reader. Saturday night.... You was sitting in your office chair which you only used after a long mission, you was writing up an essay about the previous mission from Tuesday night. The mission was to join Natasha and Clint to sneak into a H.Y.D.R.A base and Hack into the files, you stood outside of the door taking guard while Natasha was searching for more of HYRDA secrets. Clint however just stood further along the corridor on the higher levels shooting anything that approached. Anyway the desk was full of paper work, nearly taking up your laptops keyboard, your h/c hair was up in

The following story is just for shits and giggles. I do not own any of the characters, they are the property of Marvel. I also do not own you, the reader. Language Surprise Avengers x Reader It was awfully quiet in the living room of Stark Tower. The Avengers were either watching television, reading, or getting drunk(in Tony’s case). They could not find any topic to talk about. So they just settled and waited in silence, until something interesting finally happened. Though not part of the hero group, (Name) was invited to move into the tower. Being the billionaire’s best friend and all, how could she decline? Now that they were