Sherlock Imagines [ Book 2 ]

Sherlock Almost Commits Homicide and John Almost Doesn't Stop Him

Type: Oneshot FEATURING MY PARENTS

Pairing: Johnlock & Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Homophobicness, I AM NOT HOMOPHOBIC OKAY FIRST PERSON WHO SAYS I AM GETS A GAY PRIDE FLAG SHOVED UP THEIR ASS,

im such a sane person

requested by jackskellingtonrulz5

You leaned back against the couch, scrolling through tumblr as Sherlock split an eyeball in half seated at his microscope. Music blasted through your earbuds as you tapped your socked feet to the beat, humming along.

The Day had remained peaceful, warm sunlight filtered through the window as it shined bright in the crystal blue sky. The normal London smog seemed to of disappeared, a heat wave had spread. You closed tumblr and open Danisnotonfire's channel and selected the video How Not To Stay Cool, agreeing with almost every word. London weather was SUPPOSE to be uneventful yet here you were. A yawn threatened to tear itself from your lips, you and john seemed to be in sync as you both yawned at the same time.

"Nice." You commented, "I try." John retorted. You looked back down at your YouTube video when you heard a loud commotion outside the door, you pulled out your earbuds as john and Sherlock both looked up. Suddenly the door flew open revealing two all too familiar faces, Mrs. Hudson right behind them. "I told you that you are not welcome here! I never have seen someone so rude!" She stomped her foot, you gulped, eyes wide. A nauseating feeling spread over you as the couple gazed upon you, "there she is."

"Uh, y/n, do you know these people?" John questioned, you looked over at Sherlock who paled, already have deduced the answer.

"Dad, Papa, these are my parents. Biological I mean." You sat up, yanking out your earbuds and slipping your phone in your pocket.

"Dad? Papa?" Your mother wrinkled her nose as she looked at Sherlock and John, "Do you have a problem with that?" Sherlock questioned, stepping up to her. "Nothing other than the fact that it's downright sinful."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something you could tell would be nasty but John stepped in between the two, "why don't we all take a seat and have a chat?

You could tell that John was equally as angered as Sherlock but had a better way of composing himself as your parents each stepped towards the couch, you immediately stood and walked over to where Sherlock and John were.

"What are you doing here?" You growled, narrowing your eyes.

"We came for you." Your Dad answered and you felt your stomach drop. John's arm was around you instantly, "Excuse me?"

"We came for OUR daughter, she needs to be in a proper Christian home, not one that reeks of sin." Your mom frowned and you grabbed both your father's wrists to keep them from charging her. "You threw me out, what gives you the fucking ri-"

"Language!" Your mother looked appalled and you narrowed your eyes. "I think what (y/n) is trying to say is that you gave her up, therefore you no longer are her legal guardians." Mrs. Hudson intervened, attempting to keep anyone's tempers from exploding.

"Biologically she is ours." Your father challenged and Sherlock stepped forward, "I swear to you that the government is on our side and with one call I can make sure you never see her again."

"Which we may already be considering." John added on, "before you jump to conclusions I suggest we hear out OUR daughter." Your mother looked over at you. You began to tremble with anger.

"You didn't want me!" You growled, "you kicked me out because I wasn't the perfect Christian daughter. I cursed and I listened to the wrong music and I crushed on a girl. WELL I'M SORRY but you don't get to come get me after throwing me out for such STUPID reasons." You yelled, the room got quiet and both sets of parents just stared at you. You felt tears prick your eyes as the words escaped your lips in a constant flow, "I tried and tried to make you happy but it wasn't enough was it?! Yes I'm a gay rights supporter, yes I listen to music laced with profanity and I will love whoever the fuck I want to love and you have no frickin right to stop me!" You stepped closer to your mom and narrowed your eyes, your voice lowering so many octaves it rivaled Sherlock. "You aren't my parents, they are." You pointed at the men behind you. "They accept me, unlike. You." You prodded her in the chest after every word before whirling around and storming off to your room, slamming the door with so much force you could of sworn you heard a vial crash to the floor. You threw yourself onto the bed, curling up into a ball and burying your face in the pillow as you pulled out your phone.

"Siri play Mama by MCR."

Soon the lyrics poured from your Bluetooth speaker as you screamed into your pillow. Just by stepping through the door your parents had ripped open age old wounds, you could feel shivers down your spine as the cold claws of abandonment wrapped around your heart, your sense of self worth depleting. They hadn't wanted you - which clearly met something was wrong with you or so you thought. You felt yourself slowly slip into sleep as your mind crowded with dark thoughts as you sunk into the comfort of a tear stained pillow.

***

You groggily opened your eyes at the sound of movement, you saw Sherlock and John standing in your door frame and you closed your eyes again, pretending to be asleep. Another song blared from the speaker, you faintly made out Girl You Think I Am by Carrie Underwood. (A/N listen to the song and then read any of my parentlock imagines. RIP your feels. )

You heard the speaker switched off along with the faint murmur of words being exchanged, you curled up tighter and held your pillow closer as you felt the covers pulled over you. A pair of lips pressed to your forehead followed by another. You felt your bed sink a bit on the end and one eye opened to see your Dad's sitting on the end of your bed. You closed your eyes again as their words began to become more apparent and clear.

"Mycroft is handling the paperwork, he and Greg are making sure that they can't come near her again." Sherlock murmured.

"Thank god." John mumbled.

"I've had enough talk of god for one day." Sherlock rolled his eyes, you smiled softly, feeling the cold self demolishing thoughts chased away by a sense of warm comfort.

For the first time in a while, you felt loved.

A/N

HEYYYOOOO IVE BEEN INSPIRED DUDES

So how are you

I'm good I blew all my money at hot topic so yay

I was writing at my friends house and the entire time she was yelling over my shoulder

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I think that's all, if you're interested Last chapter I did a Q & A

Also any of you Andy Biersack fans in writing a fanfiction called Stay Alive and it would mean so much if you could check it out. It's the hardest I've worked on a fanfiction and I'm so proud of it. It's full of twists and turns.

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