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Sherlock one shot x reader - Like a fairytale

'John! John!' I shouted from out of the living room. 'Where are you?' No response, which annoyed me. 'John!' I tried again and opened the door to scream down the stairs which caused Mrs. Hudson to come and face me. 'What is it, dear? Why are you shouting?' She asked me kindly. 'I'm looking for John, have you seen him?' She nodded. 'I have. He left the house about ten minutes ago with a bright smile on his face. He told me not to tell you that he left, but I'll tell you everything, dear, you know that.' She said and smiled. Befriending Mrs. Hudson had many advantages. 'Thank you and sorry for screaming, I didn't want to disturb you.' She smiled and closed her door again after she offered to make me some tea, an offer I rejected.

I went back into the living room and faced an angry looking Sherlock with his fingers at his temples and a hunched back. 'Are you done screaming?' He asked annoyed. 'Why? Did it bother you?' I asked irritated. 'Did you know John left?' He nodded slightly. 'And you didn't inform me? Ugh!' I said and sat down next to him. I had decided I'd annoy Sherlock as a payback for net telling me that John had left. 'Why do you need him so desperately?' He asked. 'Oh, do you care?' I said, slightly surprised. 'No.' Then I didn't have to tell him why. I kept quiet at stared at Sherlock, knowing that staring would annoy him just as much as talking.

At first, my staring had been an attempt to get on Sherlock's nerve but after some time I just kept on staring at him and discovered how beautiful he actually was. Dark fancy curls, full lips, scarp jawline, massive cheekbones and a funny thinking expression. He had the beauty of a fairytale-prince and I searched for flaws but couldn't find any of them in his porcelain skin. I kept on staring until he removed his fingers from his temples and looked at me. My eyes widened when I saw his sky-blue eyes and I looked at him with a confused look, when did Sherlock Holmes become this beautiful? 'What are you planning on doing today?' He asked me. 'W-what do you m-mean?' I asked, stuttering by his perfection and hated myself for doing it. 'Are you going to continue staring at me or have you decided to do something useful with your life?' I woke up out of my fairytale-dream and looked at him, clearly insulted. 'You always say such mean things, Sherlock.' I said and walked away while blushing.

After several hours John finally returned. 'There you are.' I said as he walked into my room. 'I have been waiting for you.' 'You have? Why?' He said with a grinning face. 'Why?! Because you were supposed to practise dancing with me! Tonight is the party and I can't even dance!' I said and threw my pillow at John's head. 'I thought Sherlock could help you out. Why didn't you ask him to teach you? What's the point in disappearing all day when you don't dance with Sherl-' John cut himself off. 'That's why you disappeared?! Not going to happen. I don't dance with rude, heartless, beautiful psychopaths.' I said and hugged another pillow tightly. 'High-functioning sociopath.' John corrected me with a smile on his face. 'Wait, did you say "beautiful"?' I looked away. 'It doesn't matter anymore. I'm not going tonight.' I said and glanced at the stunning gown I had bought for this special evening. 'What must I do on a party when I can't even dance without standing on my dance partner's toes?' I said and buried my head in my pillow to swallow in self-pity. I had already decided to do this for the rest of the day, maybe even for the rest of my life. 'That's why you should have asked Sherlock.' He told me. I looked up with an expression that screamed melancholy. John sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around me. 'You're going tonight. And you're going to dance with me, only with me if you want to. I'm not a great dancer either and I won't judge you. See it as a lesson while you're in the field.' I smiled. The dance floor was my battlefield. 'Now, don't cry unless you want to have red eyes at the party.' I told John to leave and put on my stunning gown. How bad could tonight possible be?

Very bad, that's for sure. Well, I'm not completely honest with you right now. It was amazing in the beginning, dancing with a happy John who didn't care that I stood on his toes until my heels would break them. But after a while, John had to leave for an emergency at the hospital. Sherlock wanted to go with John, he'd do anything to escape this place, but John commanded Sherlock to stay and to socialize a bit. After a verbal fight, John won and Sherlock stayed.