Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Dude

"Why won't you speak? I told you, I won't hurt you." The strange man says, walking closer to me as I back away.

Where are you, Sherlock?!

I stumble backwards, losing my footing.

The man catches me by my waist. His hands are firm, and hold on tightly.

His gaze pierces through my eyes -- bright, beaming green irises.

He doesn't let go of me.

"Yes...you're most definitely a girl." He pulls my scarf down slowly, revealing my nose and lips.

I reach for my dagger slowly -- carefully so he does not see...

But before I can yank it out, he shifts -- grabbing my wrists, as the dagger falls out of my hands onto the stone ground.

"What do you want from me?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"You need to come with me..." He pulls me, and begins walking away from the shop Sherlock was in.

"W-What? No!" My eyes widen.

"Be quiet." He demands.

"Sherlock! Sherlock help me!" I scream loudly.

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, as he starts to run.

"Put me down this instance!" I demand, hitting him.

"Relax. I will not hurt you." He replies casually.

"HELP ME! SHERLOCK! SOMEONE, PLEASE!" I yell, as I kick and resist.

Everyone just stares at me. Nobody bothers to help.

Why are they just standing there?!

"Y/N!" Sherlock yells out. He looks around anxiously, but doesn't see me.

"Sherlock!" I yell back, as his calls fade.

You've got to be kidding me.

After about five minutes, I give up. He's walking now, still holding me over his shoulder. We're in another village.

"Dude, this isn't cool. You can't just kidnap me, I'm gonna get married soon!" I groan.

"What is a dude?" He asks.

I roll my eyes.

"It's an insult." I spit.

"I see." He opens the door to a tavern, and all the men who were drinking, laughing, and exchanging jokes greet him, as he boldly strides in.

Whoever this man is, he's got tons of respect.

He puts me down on a stool near the counter, leaning into my face, his eyes glare down at my own -- an attempt at intimidation:

"If you try anything, I'll call my men down the village where your pretty boy is, and have him beheaded. Do you understand?"

His tone is sinister, sending small shivers down my spine. He sounded kind before, when he said he wasn't gonna hurt me, but now he's like something out of a horror movie.

I try to keep my collected image, by merely narrowing my eyes at him in reply.

The tavern is loud, some people stare at me as the man takes his seat next to a few other men who exchange jokes with him, and when the bartender asks me what I would like, I shake my head in reply.

A man takes a seat next to me shortly after. He's definitely drunk, but huge and well built nonetheless.

"Hello."

I ignore him.

"Remove you're scarf." He demands.

"N-No." I shake my head. He's pretty intimidating for a drunk.

He quickly removes it off of my head before I can act.

Rude.

"Stop -- give it back!" I lounge at him in attempt to snatch it, but he throws it aside and I fall on him.

I look up at his face as he smiles down at me, holding both my arms tightly in place so I do not move.

The green-eyed man who brought me here quickly stands up from his seat and is about to wield his sword -- but stops when he sees that I kick the balls of the man who holds me tightly, earning a groan in pain as he lets go of my arms.

I crack my knuckles as he regains himself. He attempts to throw a strong powerful punch at my jaw, but I quickly dodge it and slip behind him, pickpocketing the dagger from his pocket and holding it against his neck.

The green-eyed man stares at me with intrigue. His eyes are filled with interest. I glance at him for second, before averting my attention back to the fool who took my scarf off.

"Learn something from this, dude." I tell him, throwing the dagger on the ground, and going back to my seat.

The tavern is quiet, everyone stares at me with fear....

Except for green eyes. He's chuckling at the fact that I called the man a dude.

He thinks it's an insult.

I put my scarf back on to hide my small smile.