غلاف قصة Sherlock x reader (elegantly wasted) بقلم CapDeadpool
Sherlock x reader (elegantly wasted)
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    صوت 29
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    فصول 8
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    الوقت 1h 5m
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    مقروء 446
  • WpVote
    صوت 29
  • WpPart
    فصول 8
  • WpHistory
    الوقت 1h 5m
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This is a Sherlock x reader story about you, a young woman who has an incredible talent for solving crimes, observing people, and deducing general facts. Not to mention the fact that you graduated university at 16. However you are 25 now (Sherlock is 26 for this youngster I know) and no one wants to give you a chance. Your talents have been horribly tossed aside by other people, so you moved to London to try for another chance as a police detective. You gain the attention of the entire Scotland yard and one particular consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes.
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