Sherlock Imagines [ Book 2 ]

Home for the Holidays [ Part 2 ]

Type: Oneshot

Pairings: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: None

Your gaze drifted to the frost paned window as Siger forced the two boys to help him bring in the wood, each complaining how it would ruin their suits. Sherlock, despite practically being skin and bone, carried twice the amount of the other two men. A chuckle sounded from behind you, slowly turning you found Violet mixing another bowl of batter. 

"You and Sherlock eh? Mycroft told me to expect him bringing that John fellow home one year."

You bit back a laugh, just imagining John exclaiming "I'm not actually gay!"

"I'm glad he finally found someone instead of pacing around that flat all alone. Same thing as a teenager, always claiming he liked being alone." She sighed, shaking her head. 

"The famous 'alone is what protects me'?" You questioned and she nodded. "So how did you two meet?"

"I work at Scottland yard, he was in one of his flurries and ran right into me, knocking me down and managed to pull me down on top of him, my papers were flying and he looked mortified." You smiled softly at the memory and Violet laughed. "Always graceful my Sherly."  

You turned back to the bowl you were washing, "What was Sherlock like as a kid?"

"He was always bright, which I'm sure you've picked up on. He had quite the imagination, one time when he was a small little boy I found him on Redbeard's back, running through the halls waving a foam sword."

"Redbeard?" You questioned, cocking your head slightly. The name didn't seem familiar, for he'd never mentioned it . 

"Redbeard was Sherlock's dog and best friend for the longest time, sadly he was put down when Sherlock was little." She sighed, pouring the batter into a pan. You dried the last dish. "Oh." 

Violet placed her pan in the oven before looking up at you for a moment, "He talks about you more than he lets on." She peered out the window, you followed her eyes. Mycroft was leaning against the wall of the house, watching as Sherlock rolled up his sleeves, you chuckled as you realized he was trying to show that he could lift more. "Every other sentence is (your name) this, or did you know that (your name) could do this? I feel like I know more about you than him.

You felt a blush creep up your neck, Sherlock bragged about you? The sound of the door opening filled the room, followed by the cold December chill. The boys slipping inside, "Siger don't leave the door open! Sherlock roll down your sleeves, you'll catch a cold." Violet waved a spoon at them and you smiled, Siger and Sherlock both obeyed instantly. "Gather in the living room and we can open gifts while these cookies bake."

"Yes ma'am." Siger nodded, dropping his logs in the small rack and shrugging off his jacket. 

You dried your hands, looking at the now spotless kitchen. "Dinner was amazing."

"Thank you love." Violet beamed, brushing off her hands on her apron before reaching back to untie it. 

You walked into the living room, sitting beside Sherlock on the couch, laying your head on his shoulder. He stiffened but gingerly wrapped his arm around you. Mycroft was sitting on a chair, face buried in his hand and looking like he wanted nothing more than for someone to shoot him. Siger sat on your opposite side as Violet leaned down to hand out presents. They were all nice, the presents fit to the person's personality. You couldn't help but chuckle as Sherlock opened your gift for him, a brand new scarf. 

"Mix it up a little." You shrugged when he looked at you, "Mrs. Hudson made it."

He placed it back in the box, but you could tell he secretly liked it. The rest were handed out, but you hadn't received a thing from Sherlock. Even Violet and Siger had given you a gift card to your favorite store. One box rested underneath the tree, Violet handed it to you. "This one's from Sherlock love." Violet and Siger shared a look , you looked down at it, feeling Sherlock's gaze burn into you.

You curiously tore open the paper, revealing a small black box.

Your eyes widened as you slowly opened it, hand trembling.

"Is this what I think it is?" you whispered softly.

"certainly darling." Sherlock slowly reached over, pulling the silver band and slipping it onto your finger. "Oh my god..." You whispered, looking up at Sherlock who flashed you a smile. 

"Yes! YES!" You dove into his arms, pressing your lips to his. Sherlock returned the kiss, looking redder than the wrapping paper.

"I told you he would find someone." Violet whacked Mycroft in the shoulder. 

Mycroft sighed, slipping his mother a few pounds.

"Welcome to the family, Mrs. Holmes."

a/n

 I HAVE SO MANY CHRISTMAS IMAGINE DRAFTS AND TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS EVE SHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTT 

so how r u

if this was OOC IM SORRY OK IT WAS CUTE AND I HAD TOO

I FOUND OUT BEN'S PARENTS PLAY SHERLOCK'S PARENTS AND IDK WHY BUT IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

i had something I wanted to say here and I can't remember what it was

oh well

i usually remember after i hit publish

love y'all

bye bye for now