This is my first Fanfiction. Basic on Sherlock BBC series.
I know, and also, I read lots of them, there's many other story out there about our lovable Sherlock and his Reader. but still, I want to write down my version, with my own reader back story...
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*(y/n) POV*
221B Baker Street, place of a nice and cozy flat that Mrs. Hudson, your mother, your step mother owns. But, actually nothing special about this flat, everything about it so boring, the people, the air, even the cafe that Mrs. Hudson trusting you to manage, which is also Mrs. Hudson's. Until you met him. The man that always make you amaze and find the fun of life.
Sherlock Holmes, a great man with curly brown hair and grey-ish eyes, full with charisma and his domination aura. You met him couple years ago, when he absolved your step mother from her brutal husband. He made sure that your step father was really completely vanished from this world with death penalty. That was your first time met Sherlock. And hanging around with him is your new hobby.
Today for example, you're watching Sherlock opening a bag body in front of him at Bart's with Molly Hooper after mocking The Scotland Yard's Police Department. You know that she has a crush with Sherlock even she said nothing about it, but her behave did. Molly standing in front of you shyly looking at Sherlock, as you watching them.
"How fresh?" Sherlock unzipped the bag and sniffed the body.
"Just in. 67, natural causes. Used to work here. I knew 'im, he was nice." Said Molly nervously.
"Fine." Sherlock zipped back the body bag. "We'll start with the riding crop." He said with smirk.
"Really?" You asked disbelief.
But he meant it. A few moments later, Sherlock whipping the poor corpse like it has done something really awful that very irritated him. He stopped after a minute, take a deep breath and feel satisfied to what he just did.
"So, bad day, was it?" Molly approaching you and Sherlock with awkward chuckle. You also chuckle watching Sherlock out of his breath just because whipping that poor corpse.
"I need to know what bruises form in the next twenty minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me." Sherlock said to Molly and took out his note.
"Listen, I was wondering... maybe latter... when you finished..."
Sherlock stop writing, looked at Molly curiously and then cut her, "you wearing lipstick? You weren't wearing lipstick before."
