Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Damn Violin, Sherlock

There he was again, playing that damned violin of his. I hated when he got like this. How did John put up with him? It was fine at Christmas when he performed for us but now I was two seconds away from breaking the neck of both the instrument and the player.

"Can't you stop him?" I pleaded with John as I walked into the kitchen of their flat. The doctor just sighed, handing me a cup of tea.

"He's upset about something, (Y/n), it's best to just let him play it out." John smiled sympathetically and we went back to the living room to endure the classical onslaught.

I thought back to all of the times I had heard Sherlock play since moving into 221C. He always played sad sounding songs, which was annoying when trying to keep a pleasant appearance plastered on your face. Sometimes I wonder if he did it on purpose. As I thought, I let out a rather loud sigh. The music immediately stopped.

"I'm sorry. Does the music bother you?" Sherlock asked, feigning innocence. The idiot knew full well it did.

"I'm glad you asked, Mr. Holmes." I set the tea down and moved the stray (h/c) hair from my face, staring back into his eyes. "It does indeed bother me."

"Care to elaborate, Ms. (L/n)?" He stared back into my (e/c) eyes.

"Not at all Mr. Holmes. You see, while I do love the music of the violin, it's the constant sad and depressing tone in which you play that has me in a tizzy. Could I request a lighter piece of music?" I replied sarcastically. Sherlock looked at me for a few more seconds before turning back to the instrument and starting another morbid tune.

"At least you tried, (Y/n)." John laughed. I calmly stood and moved to stand in front of the consulting detective. He continued to play, raising an eyebrow as I held my hand out.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, give me the violin. Now." I continued to ignore me so I did what any sensible person would do. I, (Y/n) (L/n), wrestled the violin from his grasp. It was a struggle to get his bony fingers to let go of the bow and neck but after a few awkward positions I had him broken. John just watched, unsure of whether or not to help his friend or the girl trying to steal from said friend. Once the classical instrument was in my possession, I got off of the poor sod and took a seat on the arm of John's chair.

"(Y/n)-" Sherlock started but I cut him off.

"While you, my dear Holmes, play classical and cultured pieces, I enjoy the music of my ancestors and random nerd folk." I crossed my legs and set the violin on my shoulder. "You play the violin, I play the fiddle." I started into a song I hoped he would recognize and get irritated that I was tainting his belongings. John let out a chuckle as he picked up on the 'Doctor Who' theme. I switched to one I knew they wouldn't know, a classic bluegrass song 'Dooley'. I couldn't read Sherlock's face as he watched me play. I hummed along with my playing.

"I see why she got irritated with your music, Sherlock. Sometimes you need a energetic song." John smirked at the black haired man. I ran the bow over the strings with one last note and bowed to the two men. John clapped and Sherlock just sat there blankly.

"That's how we play in North Carolina." I set the violin in his lap before heading back upstairs to my flat.

"You could stand to learn a song or two from (Y/n)." I heard John chuckle at the pouting Sherlock.