TYPE: SONGFIC ( only angel by Harry styles)
Pairing: Sherlock x Reader
Warnings: sexual

It was an Angel.
I really saw an Angel.

It was something in the way she moved.

It was something in the way her hips swayed along to the thrumming beat, the fabric of her dress following the pattern set by her perfect figure. How her lips parted and her finger beckoned him forth like a siren's call with (color) eyes that reflected the bright strobe lighting.

Sherlock Holmes did not belong in a club.

He did not belong standing at a bar with a drink in his hand, watching as she stepped across the dance floor in a perfect sync, sweat beading as the heat intensified as the group of people grew closer together.

Her finger moved again and it was as if she had a leash, tugging him forward as his feet betrayed his ever working mind as stepped closer. His eyes traveling down and back up again, resting on her own once again as something primal burned within them. She slid her hands along his chest, tugging the corners of his collar apart a bit until a button came loose from it's hold. He could feel her breath against his pale skin, causing goosebumps to form.

Suddenly, the drug exchange he was suppose to be monitoring seemed to fade into nothing but a distant memory that was over come with a surge of adrenaline and booming music as she took his hands and placed them on her hips.

He could hear his name being called faintly from somewhere beyond, but her actions spoke louder as he moved with her in a haze. He opened his lips to speak, unsure what would fumble out but was quickly met with a finger tip against them, those ruby lips plastering into a smirk as she pulled him along and away from the crowd.

For a brief moment, Sherlock Holmes began to slip.

But Sherlock William Scott Holmes always bounces right back on to his feet.

Always.

Open up your eyes
Shut your mouth and see
I'm the only one who's still in love with me
I guess I'll be getting you stuck between my teeth
And there's nothing I can do about it

It was something in the way the fabric of her clothing piled along his bedroom floor.

It was something in the way he awoke to her smooth fingertips tracing his bare chest paired with the feeling of warm breath and lips against his neck. How the previous night was an incredible blur of passion and mistakes, but he couldn't be bothered as he closed his eyes. Sherlock Holmes had a firm understanding of biological reproduction, but never the amount of feeling and desire that could accompany it. Before he knew it lips were pushed back against his and the sheets were pulled up as she rolled back on top of him, with hands finding places as if they were meant to wander there. Movements he wasn't aware he was capable of as he rolled them right back over and her giggles filled the room.

Slowly, Sherlock's slip continued to grow until one foot had completely slid out from under him.

But he knew he'd recover.

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door
I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor
Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short
And I think that's what I like about it

It was something in the way his purple shirt wrapped perfectly around her perfectly shaped figure.

How her bare lips rested against her mug as they pulled upward into a small smirk as she crossed those legs that drove him insane as the silk fabric looked perfectly around her. It parted just enough to reveal a butterfly tattoo his lips had touched on her thigh. She sat on the counter, tracing the handle with those fingers that had found every inch of his skin.

Or maybe it was in the mystery of how she had vanished without a word by the time John had arrived home.

He was brought back to reality by the clicking of a pen, brown eyes boring into him as John's brow furrowed.

"I am never going to understand how that brain of yours works or where it goes." John muttered, finishing off his mug of tea as he sat it down and folded the paper. Sherlock's eyes flickered to catch the headline of a drug exchange that reportedly resulted in a death.

"Of course, I don't know where you physically go either." John commented dryly, "you were suppose to help us stop it. Where were you?"

A ding filled the room in response to John's question, Sherlock looking down at the phone in his hand and just grinning and grabbing his coat as he traveled towards the door, not that he'd need it.

Sherlock Holmes now had completely lost his footing and began to fall.

However, Sherlock Holmes had the potential to bounce back.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine
As I went about my business through the warning signs
End up meeting in the hallway every single time
And there's nothing we can do about it

It was something in the intense desire he felt.

They'd spent a many nights and even days like this, waking up with sheets tangled around their legs, her nails marking up his pale back and the dark bruises on her neck. It was something raging, a bright flame in what seemed to be a dull life.

Cases had drifted to the back of his mind, he barely spoke a word to John or anyone else for that matter. John had thought he was sick, or something much more serious.

In fact, Lestrade was the first to realize what ailed the detective.

The pair were standing just beyond the yellow tape as the bright lights of police cars flashed, Sherlock floated past officers. In fact, when Sally stepped in his way Sherlock even uttered a polite "excuse me" before he quite literally slid past her.

Lestrade and John had both watched with curious eyes before Greg took one look at Sherlock and the biggest shit eating grin came over his face. "The bloke got laid! Oh my god, Sherlock Holmes finally got laid."

John's eyes widened, "there's no possible way. No. Sherlock? Out of all people?"

Sherlock just looked at the pair before shrugging and ducking under the tape as he walked into the apartment.

Told it to her brother and she told it to me
That she's gonna be angel, just you wait and see
When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets
And there's nothing she can do about it

Or perhaps, it was in the mystery.

Her apartment it turns out, had belonged to an older lady with a heart condition.

Her phone number traced back to a burn phone.

The club security cameras never showed a glimpse of her devilish good looks.

Mrs. Hudson had washed his sheets, so they smelled of nothing but lavender.

It was as if she'd never existed.

But, there were few mysteries Sherlock Holmes couldn't solve.

Sometimes, however, he didn't like what he'd found at all.

"So Sherlock, I was thinking maybe we could... well.." Molly fumbled a bit as she pushed the cart into place.

"Molly, the case." Sherlock nodded to the cart, waiting to see the face of the important who Mycroft had personally assigned him to find. Every with no details about who they were or what they did, Sherlock had managed to track them here.

"This ones a bit of a gruesome one I'm afraid, but you know what they say about angels and the afterlife." Molly hummed as she pulled the tarp.

It was in that moment Sherlock had to excuse himself, every bit of color draining from his face as he stepped out only to hurl into the nearest bin.

John watched the only interaction with wide eyes, it was true. Her body had been mutilated, her face unrecognizable as even human.

But that wasn't something to bother Sherlock Holmes, was it?

Molly watched the two scurry off, brows furrowed as she moved to cover the poor girl once again. The scientist long learned to not be bothered by what she found in her lab.

"Hm. I wonder where she got the tattoo, it's awful pretty, wouldn't mind one myself." molly hummed, covering the girl's face.

She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel

A/N
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so plot wise, not my best work but who am I without a gruesome ending and a potential part two hm?

How is everyone?? Do I even have readers anymore?

I missed you guys. I've graduated and shit in the time passing and it's been a ride. Sound off with how you've been during this crazy time!

I'm also thinking of completely rewriting all my imagines because a bunch make me cringe wow.

Okay! Bye!

Love y'all

Bye bye for now