Type: Oneshot

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: None

Black storm clouds knitted into a thick covering in the London sky, the weight of the drops that fell pounding against the glass panes of 221b Baker Street as if they were demanding to be let in. The wind whistled and trees shook, water hitting pedestrians like an ocean spray. As thunder rumbled, you pulled the wool blanket further around yourself and completely cocooned yourself in warmth. The crackling flames illuminated the flat, fully setting the mood for your movie night. You wiggled a bit in your spot before finally finding a comfortable position, holding down the arrow on the remote as different titles flew before your eyes on the television screen. You could already feel the shivers down your spine as the production company's logo sprawled across the screen after you hit play.

"AHA!"

You paused it before turning to peek into the kitchen, the source of the noise. With a loud dramatic sigh, you heaved up off the couch and waddled your way into the said room. You maneuvered yourself onto the barstool, seating yourself across from the pale genius feverishly at work in front of you. His eyes magnified by his obnoxious goggles, a test tube in hand as smoke erupted from some end of the contraption in front of him. He mumbled to himself, eyes squinting as he poured what you could only assume to be blood into another mixture, but alas you had previously learned some questions are better left unanswered. You opened your mouth to speak but were quickly cut off by your boyfriend as he looked back up at you.

"See?! This is it! The florist mixed the blood and that was how the cat died!"

You blinked for a moment. "Sherlock, what on earth are you talking about?"

'The case we're solving!" He gestured, returning his vial to the rack.

You bit your lip to contain your giggle as you shook your head, leaning up to push back the curls that fell into his face as he removed his goggles. "Sherlock, I've been in the living room for the past couple hours."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "well it's not my fault you weren't listening."

"So it was the florist?" You questioned, tilting your head as you pushed off the stool.

"No, of course not." He waved his hand, "She's an idiot. It was the farmer."

"Ah." You nodded, as if that made all the sense in the world. "So, now that you figured out how the cat died, wanna watch a movie with me?"

"I have to phone Lestrade and find the baker, and then tell John about the blood.." Sherlock rattled off as he walked away from the set, pulling his phone from his pocket. You quickly made your way over and turned off the burner. You turned only to find him grabbing for his coat, and you huffed as you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself before positioning yourself between Sherlock and the door. "Sherlock, it's storming and it's after midnight. You can stay in and then go and find your killer."

Sherlock pouted before crossing his arms. "But the killer could strike again!'

"Actually?" You raised your eyebrow.

"Well, no it was obviously an act of passion." Shelock rolled his eyes as you reached and used your hands to move his arms away, moving to pull of his coat and rocked up on your toes and let your lips brush his ear. "besides, I'd say there's a bit more of an incentive if you stay home." You hummed, running a hand down his chest. You heard the rumble of his throat clearing and his coat was quickly placed back on the hook. "So a movie?"

You giggled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips before taking his hand and guiding him over to the couch. "Ten pounds that you'll actually be scared."

"I've learned that masked killers are rather easy to deduce and teenagers would survive if they weren't such idiots." Sherlock rolled his eyes once more, "and the killers could easily be caught if the police even functioned with a fourth of their brain power."

"It's not a slasher. It's even more fucked up then that." You giggled as you patted the spot on the couch next you. The detective plopped himself next you, resting his head on you as a pillow and somehow curling his large body up into your side. You moved your blanket over him, fingers moving into his curls and playing with the soft hair. "Sherlock Holmes, I present, Hereditary."

***

"She. was. on. the. ceiling." You shook your head, turning off the TV and glancing out the dark window that seemed much scarier now. You held the blankets further around you before looking over at your boyfriend that was currently glued to your side. His grip on the blanket so tight his knuckles turned white. Eyebrow raised, you poked his arm. "Sherlock, are you alright?"

You were answered by the house being shook by thunder and the lights flickering before returning to their normal glow, and the absolute jump that rocketed a six foot tall man straight up into the air. You fought to hide your giggle at the alarmed expression on his face before he quickly cleared his throat and fixed his collar. "so, I'll go ahead and take my ten pounds now."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He hummed, shaking his head but kept nervously looking up at the ceiling ever so often. You could already feel the shit eating grin on your face and you clicked your tongue. Sherlock whirled around, hands up in the air and ready to defend himself as you snickered. "I win."

"You do not, I'm not scared of a mere television -" He paused as thunder shook the home, the lights flickering before cutting off completely. The room only being lit by the fire place. You felt your own eyes widen as you looked around, reaching out for Sherlock's hand to find it trembling. You chuckled softly and shook your head, "Don't worry big guy, I've got you." You gave his hand a squeeze before leaning up and pressing your lips to his cheek.

"I'm not scared." He huffed as he sat down on the couch and wrapped himself up in the blanket, naturally leaving you to flick on your phone's flash light and hunt throughout the flat for candles. You navigated your way to the hall closet and opened it, shuffling around the beakers and box full of bones. You stood on your toes and retrieved the candles from the top shelf and brought them into the living room before also grabbing some more blankets. You swatted Sherlock's arse arse as you passed him. "Go get some pillows from the bedroom and we'll have a sleepover out here." You hummed as you say the candles around the room before striking a match.

Sherlock blinked as he rolled over. "By myself?"

"Yes, Sherlock. By yourself." You raised an eyebrow as you looked up at him before grinning a bit at his frightened expression. "Do you want me to go with you?"

"Yes. Not because I'm scared, but because I don't know how you expect me to carry them all on my own." He huffed before whirling around towards the bedroom but paused when he saw the dark hall. "Aren't you coming?"

You rolled your eyes before you walked over, linking arms with him and shined your flashlight and led him down the hall way. "I wonder how they edited him slamming his head. It looked so realistic." You wondered.

"Obviously it was... uh..." he paused as he eyed the corner of the ceiling behind the two of you as you gathered pillows and stacked them in his arms. You grabbed another from the large collection you'd started on Sherlock's bed before leading him back to the living room. You fluffed out the blankets in front of the fire place and stacked up pillows before sitting down on your cozy palette. You yanked your lanky boyfriend's arm so he'd be down on the floor beside you. "See? Isn't this better then running through the rain right now?" You hummed as you laid your head on his shoulder.

"I suppose so." He hummed, watching the hall closet you'd left open.

"Baby, it's just a movie." You giggled, moving to peck his nose before snuggling into his chest.

"Yes, I know that." He dismissed before looking down at you, a small smile on his lips as you felt a kiss against the top of your head. "So, that incentive?"

A/N

there you have it! the first of the rewrites!

it feels really good to be writing again and reconnecting with you guys! i love y'all so much and the love I've gotten for my return has really made me so happy and i don't have words for how thankful i am for it.

as long as it's cold, I'll be hiding in my bed w/cheetos supplying oneshots, so enjoy the rest to come!

with much love,

august