I Trust You With Me | Sherlock X Reader

The video starts a little shaky, with Y/n L/n grinning into the camera as she walks through 221B Baker Street.

"Hey, guys. Welcome to Baker Street. I'm Y/n L/n, and this is our little world of tea, murder boards, questionable life choices, and-"

She turns the camera.

Sherlock Holmes is on the sofa, eating toast, curls a mess, looking deeply unimpressed.

"-the world's only consulting detective, the great Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock looks at the camera, mouth half-full.

"Your standards for greatness are worryingly low."

Y/n giggles. "See? Charming."

"I am occasionally charming," he says, then points his toast at her. "Usually when you deserve it."

Y/n's smile softens. "That was almost sweet."

"Don't make it strange."

She turns the camera back to herself. "Anyway, don't let Sherl scare you off. He looks dramatic, but he remembers tea orders and pretends that isn't affection."

"I heard that."

"I know."

Sherlock sighs, but there's a fond little smile hiding at the corner of his mouth.

"She steals my chips, interrupts my experiments, and somehow makes this place less unbearable."

Y/n pauses. "Sherl."

"What?"

"That was sweet."

"It was factual."

A sudden bubbling noise comes from the kitchen.

They both freeze.

Y/n turns slowly. "...Sherl?!"

Sherlock shot to his feet. "Bugger."

Y/n laughs into the camera as he shoots past her.

"Okay, got to go. Welcome to Baker Street!"

There was a loud clatter in the background.

Then Sherlock's voice, offended and distant: "Don't laugh, Y/n/n, that's nitric acid-"

The video cut off there.