Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

The Witch

The picture above is soo adorable I just had to post it here.

Btw I can't wait to start writing my new fanfiction after this one, I have a lot planned★

On with the story~

We get a cab to my mum's place. I'm confident that after today she will stop bugging me, because Sherlock is with me.

We arrive at her large house and hear soft arguing, as I open the door.

I glance at Sherlock, who mouths, "Molly" before I fully open the door.

I see Molly quickly rise from her seat on the couch, as my mum is sitting, sipping her tea and not looking up at me.

"Molly?" I ask, a confused expression on my face.

"H-Hello..." She stutters, biting her bottom lip.

"What's wrong, love?" I ask, walking over to her. I hate when she's like this, stuttering and meek. She's like this whe she's scared.

"It's nothing..." She sighs.

Sherlock is by the front door, trying to kick my mum's cat away from his feet. Apparently it's in love with Sherlock's shoes.

"A little help would be marvelous right now, Y/N..." He mumbles continuing to get it off his shoe.

I roll my eyes and smile at Molly, who giggles lightly, before I walk over to Sherlock, picking up the cat, and stroking it's hair lightly.

"Better?" I ask him.

"I suppose. Much obliged, little sugar cube." He smiles.

"Put her down. Now." My mum says loudly, making Molly jump a bit.

"Fine." I say, rudely dropping the cat on the floor.

There's an awkward silence due to the tension between me and my mum, as she stands up and walks over to me.

Sherlock and Molly are behind me, staring at the ground.

"What have you come here for?" She snarls at me.

"To tell you that I'm not gonna marry Tom, and I don't want you spending money on a wedding that will never happen." I say, calmly inching my face closer to hers and staring into her eyes.

Her eyes narrow and anyone can tell she's furious.

"How dare you disobey me, your mother." She furrows her brows and gives me the look.

"Don't you dare call yourself my mother." I tell her.

"I'm only trying to help Tom. You know what he's going through, and you don't even want to help?! And who is that bloke you claim you love? He's not as hot or rich as Tom. What kind of idiot are you?!" She yells.

Oh no, she did not just insult Sherlock.

Sherlock looks up, an appalled expression on his face.

"What'd you say about him..?" I ask, cracking my knuckles. I had no problem punching her face right now.

"Oh? You want to go? I guess I wouldn't mind teaching you a lesson." She says, smirking and cracking her neck.

"We'll see about that you bit--!" I am about to punch her but I get interrupted by Molly stopping me.

"Don't Y/N..." She says.

"Move it Molly! Or I'll beat you up too!" The witch says.

"No you won't! Molly will crush your legs so you won't be able to walk ever again!" I yell.

"Y/N!" Molly scolds, dragging me out of the house, with Sherlock following behind.

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We all get into cab and Sherlock holds my hand tightly, as he looks out the window.

"I'm never gonna leave you." I say quietly.

He brings our intertwined fingers up to his lips and kisses them, creating light flutters in my heart as I smile.

I turn my head and look at Molly, who's quietly reading a book on lab procedures.

"What were you doing back at...the witch's lair, Molls?" I ask.

She giggles at my nickname for her and looks up from her book.

"I got a divorce with Terrence. He told her and she invited me over. When I went to her she got really mad and started telling me things about how perfect Terrence was for me." Molly sighs.

"A divorce? Why?" I raise my brows in surprise.

"He's disgusted by my occupation, he makes me pay for everything, lost his job literally 3 days after our wedding, and won't bother to find a new one. Plus, all I see on my desktop, which he's using 24/7, are porn ads. He's a slob, Y/N! I'm not gonna tolerate anymore." Molly says angrily.

"Wow...you did the right thing, Molls, I'm proud." I say, earning a smile from her.

"Would you be interested in camping with us?" Sherlock asks her.

"Oh yea, we're going camping, you should totally come with us! Loki's gonna be there too." I smile.

"Loki?" She asks.

"Tom Hiddleston." Sherlock corrects.

"Y-Yea..." I say, embarassed at my mistake.

"Sounds like fun." Molly smiles again, and then we fangirl about Doctor Who until we get to 221b.

Apparently Molly is a fan of the Ponds.