Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Bad Dreams

I breathe heavily to control my desire for the unknown substance, but it just doesn't work.

"Y/N?" Sherlock knocks on the door.

"What..." I accidentally whimper.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm...okay..." I choke out.

He opens the door quickly, and catches me before I collapse onto the floor.

"Sherlock..." I groan, as he carries me, placing me on the sofa.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" He asks, sitting next to me.

I quickly sit up and shake my head.

"Just a headache..." I lie.

"Get some rest, you'll be better by tomorrow." He tells me, to which I nod and head over to the bed.

As I lie down on the mattress, he shuts off the bedside table lamp, before slowly stroking my hair and placing a kiss on my forehead, creating faint flutters in my heart.

"I'll be on the sofa, okay?" He whispers softly.

I nod and close my eyes, finding it much more easier to contain my craving.

Drifting off into a dream, I see myself.

A gun in my hands.

Both Moriarty and Sherlock are lying dead on the floor.

There's blood everywhere.

William is crying,

While I laugh and cry at the same time.

I quickly sit up with a gasp, and when I rub my face I feel tears in my eyes.

"Y/N?"

"Sherlock..."

"What happened, Y/N?"

"I don't know...I think I had a bad dream."

"You're crying."

"Looks like it...but I'm not sad, I promise."

He stands up and turns the light on, sitting on the bed with me.

"What did you dream about?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"It'll help if you do."

"Help with what? I told you already, Sherlock, I'm perfectly fine."

"Y/N--"

"Fine. I'm scared."

He stares at me intently, as I look down. I hate admitting this kind of stuff.

"What are you scared of?"

"Me."

"Don't be."

"Well, it's not that easy, Sherlock. I feel like, I'm gonna lose it one day, and do something I might regret."

"Nonsense, Y/N..."

"I don't want to hurt anybody anymore..."

"If you keep that in your heart, you'll be fine, I promise."

I stare at him and nod, as he begins to get up, but I stop him by gripping his hand.

"Can you sleep with me?" I ask.

He squints, confused.

"Not sex! It's just...you're like a teddy bear..." I admit.

What am I even saying?!

Before I can say anything else in my poor defense, he shuts off the lights again, only this time, lying down next to me, on the bed.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear any of that." He whispers.

I smile and nod, shutting my eyes.

I feel his arms around me, pulling me into his chest, to which I snuggle into.

I never thought I'd be so happy with being kidnapped.

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I wake up in Sherlock's arms, his sweet tobacco ash scent tickling my nose.

I unconsciously run my fingers through his satiny curls, they're silky and feel nice.

"What are you doing?" He sighs, yawning.

"Sorry." I quickly pull my hand back.

His eyes pop open and quickly dart at me. As if he was a robot, he scans me with his pupils.

I try to mimic him by doing the same with my own eyes, but fail miserably.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I don't know..."

"You looked silly."

"I know." I smile giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Fancy some coffee?"

"I'd be delighted."