One shots of the Henry Cavill version of Sherlock Holmes.
Warnings are written at the beginning of each little stories.
English is not my first language so please be understanding.
I can take some requests in the comment section. :)
How did you end up here. Surrounded by all those fake people aching for any source of money and ways to show it. This was the all point of a ball. But let me tell you how you ended up in a dress next to the man you secretly love.
Your friend Daralis was hosting a ball in the honour of her engagement. You knew her all your life and she was more like a sister to you. You couldn't miss the opportunity to see her for the last time in private before the craziness of the wedding preparation. Plus, as soon as the rings will be slipped on their fingers they would move to America. You knew the soon to be husband and he was the perfect match. At the rate of society you were into, marriage love was more of a myth. However, Leighton was a good man who will keep her in comfort for all her days. They met years ago and their parents were enchanted to hear about their engagement since it would benefit to both families.
Sherlock knew how close you were with Daralis, he liked to hear about how both of you would get in trouble during your time at Miss Harrison's school. Well actually he loved how your eyes would spark while speaking about that cheeky time. When you received the letter, you rushed towards Sherlock's flat to ask him to accompany you. You bursted through the door of 221B Baker Street's flat, making him jump slightly.
Sherlock: And what might bring you here in such a hurry?
Y/N: I need you.
Sherlock: Well, that's not new but thank you for admitting it.
Y/N: Oh, you zip it.
Sherlock: Now what do you need me for.
Y/N: Well, I might need a date for Daralis' engagement ball.
He considered you dead in the face.
Sherlock: No.
Y/N: Please, you're the only man that I know I won't be bored around.
Sherlock: Certainly not. You know how I hate those kinds of events.
Y/N: Yes, but couldn't you maybe make a little effort for my pretty eyes.
Oh, yes, he could, a million times yes.
Sherlock: I won't change my mind.
Don't bet on it, you thought.
Y/N: Fine, I think I'll just go ask Mycroft. He loves balls AND my company.
Partially true but I annoy him all the time, you tell yourself.
Sherlock: Partially true but you annoy him all the time.
How-
Sherlock: Fine, I'll be your date.
Y/N: Great! Tomorrow, 7 pm, my place. You're saving me Sherlock!
Sherlock: Like I always do. *watching you leaving*
The next evening~
You picked out a dress that wouldn't cut your breath like Miss Harrison used to want it but would cut the breaths of the others or a special person. Obviously not too much, it was your bestie's ball and night of happiness before the wedding. She was the star.
(Choose one loves)
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