Benedict Stories

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.

Eloise Bridgerton has never questioned who she's meant to love-until her best friend becomes the one thing she can't stop wanting. Juliet knows better than to touch. Knows better than to hope. But stolen glances turn into lingering hands, and denial turns into hunger neither of them can contain. "Tell me to stop," Juliet whispers. Eloise doesn't. A slow-burn, friends-to-lovers sapphic romance drenched in forbidden desire, aching tension, and the kind of heat that ruins everything you thought you knew about yourself.

In the spring of London's third season, Lucienna Laurent arrives from Paris with impeccable manners, a love for art, and a past she refuses to speak of. When Colin Bridgerton, newly resolved to marry, decides she would make a most suitable wife, Lucienna accepts his attention with quiet grace. He offers her stability, kindness, and a future carefully planned. But desire was never meant to be planned. Introduced to the Bridgerton family, She meets Benedict Bridgerton a man who sees what others overlook, who listens to what is never said, and who recognizes the parts of her she has hidden even from herself. As whispers grow louder and her silence begins to crack, Lucy must choose between the life she was meant to have... and the love she was never supposed to feel. Some hearts are chosen. Others are discovered. And some loves are painted in silence.

A collection of Johnlock one-shots.

to be or not to be. love or hatred. suffering or loneliness. what to choose? poor princess....

A Luke Thompson (Benedict) x reader fanfic You're friends with Luke and from the beginning you've known he's always dreamt of becoming an actor. It's the night of his first stage performance and there's nowhere else you'd rather be. As the night unfolds, you wonder when might be the right time to confess your feelings to Luke. What if he doesn't see you that way? But what if he does? What if your friendship could become something more?

This is a collection for imagines that I made. I write for .Enola Holmes .Narnia .Bridgerton .Maze Runner .Wednesday .Marvel .Anne with an E .Twilight .Summer I Turned Pretty .Descendants .Hunger Games

Elanor Rosenberg is not what you'd call a normal girl. Age 32, living on her own, having just graduated a second college with a major in forensic science -- and experience as a mortuary technician -- but resolved to working at a book store to support herself. Until she meets the infamous Sherlock Holmes, and goes down a path that changes her life.

"wreck my plans, that's my man," ♡ Doctor Strange has traveled through multiverses to find you, a journalist with magical powers unbeknownst to you. He takes you in after a magical incident, and teaches you how to control your powers. Something more than magic sparks between the two of you. Also on AO3! (stardust_folklore)

i wrote this ages ago at like 1am expect weird johnlock shit. rated pg13 for profanity and johnlock murder babies.

Love was what he needed most, but it was also his biggest fear. | A mysterious case about a stolen piece of art, quickly blossoms into a romance between the detective and his client. Upon taking the case, Sherlock Holmes becomes overwhelmed with an impulsive desire for his client Felicia Winters, who is a striking image of one Irene Adler a.k.a. The Woman. However, John Watson soon becomes suspicious of Felicia, considering Sherlock's odd behaviour when he was around her and Sherlock soon realizes she is not who he thought she was... Or was she? Confused by his feelings toward her, Sherlock must decide wheter or not to give into his urges and allow himself to fall in love.

Angel is the most dedicated and exciting BFF Benedict could ever have in his life: she let him have his way with video games, supported him in all his volleyball matches, and never left his side. She was his perfect image of a ride-or-die, and in return, he gave her the same treatment as his token of gratitude. However, sometimes Angel questioned the actual nature of their friendship, if it was genuine, mutually felt, or simply transactional. But why should it matter? At least she had Benedict, and that's the thing. He eventually reached the point of his life where he actively sought out people to date, leaving Angel hanging for days on end, confused and hurt. Yet the moment those flings are gone, Benedict comes crawling back like a sad puppy, like nothing happened. And the cycle repeats itself, slowly unfolding the reality of their relationship together. Angel is literally willing to drop everything just to feel that he truly wanted her, but when she needed him most, where could he be found?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. All the characters are own by the bbc.

One witness. One killer. And only one man who can uncover the truth: Sherlock Holmes. But truth is never simple... every clue could be a deception, every glance a deadly threat. Who is the killer? Who is the real victim? And can Sherlock and John save each other before it's too late? The Season Five that was never made, now comes to life. A story of mystery, suspense, and choices that could change everything. Warning Poster designed by myself please don't Copyright

Being raised alongside the Bridgertons, it was thought by the whole ton that Amelia Ainsley would one day be a Bridgerton. Amelia had an undeniable bond with all the siblings that her mama predicted the rumors would come true. Daphne and Amelia were excited to be debuting together. However, while Daphne was promenading with the Duke, Amelia was facing feelings and situations she didn't expect to encounter. (Mix of the books, show, and imagination ;))

Benedict is having a hard time after a major fight with his girlfriend when he stumbles upon what ends up being the key to his heart: Serenity.