A/n: ok this is a request from Fandom_Gal requests are still open!
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"Y/n" your boyfriend Sherlock says. He looks sad his eyes usually piercing into you deducing every inch. Now his eyes looked tired and sad. He slipped his hand into yours. "What is it Sherlock?" You give him a worried look. "I have to tell you something" he says barely audible his head down, not looking at you.
"I have a secret" his lips barely move he's paler than ever. "I murdered someone" he looks up at me fear in his eyes. "Y/n?"
My mind was racing. Donavan was right? He's crazy. He's...also the love of my life, but no You can't. You can't handle being with a murderer?A tear escapes and you tug your hand away from him. "Your a sociopath Sherlock, your a murderer, a lying murderer" you hiss and run out the door, tears streaming down your cheeks. Leaving him standing there helpless.
It had been two days since Sherlock told you. You were staying and John and Mary's. You didn't tell them why just that you and Sherlock had a fight. You were on the couch, John and Mary had gone out. The door opened, without even a knock. And there stood my "boyfriend" Sherlock Holmes. His clothes where practically hanging off of him, huge dark bags under his eyes. He shut the door and my eyes widened. "S-Sherlock"
"Y/n" he starts walking over to me and sitting down. "Please just listen to me ok?" He asks his voice pleading. You gulp then nod. "It was last year right when I met you" he starts. "Moriarity had been tormenting me for weeks almost killing John and I multiple times." He sighs. "Then one day he took me and said I had to shoot someone" he closes his eyes clearly in pain from the memory. You place a hand on his arm. "He said that if I didn't he would kill you, and John and everyone who's close to me." His voice trembles. "It was a man, the man was obviously close to dying anyway from some sickness, he had dark hair and his eyes they looked so scared y/n, but Moriarity is merciless and made me shoot him" he looks you in the eyes "he would have hurt you y/n" he placed a hand on my cheek. "Sherlock, I'm so sorry I didn't know" you look down feeling horrible. "Thank you for telling me Sherl" you look him in the eye and he gives you a slight smile. He leans in for a kiss. "I love you y/n" he murmurs before our lips collide fitting perfectly together.
"Well I assume you two have made up" John smiles standing in the doorway Mary behind him.
"I love you Sherlock Holmes" you whisper in his ear, before getting up and beaming at John. "We sure did"
