SherlockxReader: Serial Killer
A loud blast rang out from the small apartment on 22B Bakers street, causing you to sigh. It seemed your upstairs flat mate was bored again. You made your way upstairs and pushed open the door. Standing in the center of the room was the disgruntled man in question. His curly brown hair was sticking up in all directions, from tossing in bed, and his ice blue eyes were staring at the smiley face drawn on the wall. A pistol dangled in his hand from shooting at the smiley face like he always did when he was bored. The great Sherlock Holmes was a genius, but that caused him to become bored very easily.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Sherlock asked, setting his gun on the coffee table.
You stepped into the flat after shutting the door behind you. "Where's John?" Doctor John Watson, Sherlock's flat mate, and often his assistant on cases. He usually was the one that kept Sherlock from taking his boredom out of poor Mrs. Hudson's wall.
"He's out on a date." Sherlock dropped into his chair
SebastianxReader: Maid Service Part 2
You sighed as you made your way down the dark streets of London. You must have been out there for a hour by now and the heels you had been forced to wear were starting to really hurt. You adjusted the low cut of your dress as you stepped into an empty alley. Footsteps echoed behind you as someone entered the alley, followed by lighter steps. You stopped in the center of the narrow path and spun around to face them. "This does not seem to be working." You said, facing the two others in the alley.
"No it isn't." Ciel commented, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"I do believe that Miss. (Name) does not fit the image of a Lady of the Night." Sebastian added, a light teasing grin on his lips as he looked you over, causing a blush to quickly spread across your cheeks. "Maybe our killer knows she is bait?"
For the past few days a killer had been stalking the streets going after Ladies of the Night. There had been four victims so far, each found with the same wound. The press had dubbed
"I don't need a babysitter." Tony cursed, looking at the face on the video screen floating above the work table in front of him. He leaned back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm a full grown man." Tony had been in a rather sour mood ever since Pepper quit saying she couldn't watch him risk his life anymore. Bad enough he was out a secretary, but now they wanted to give him a babysitter to watch him. He'd see about that.
"Who always tries to disappear when I send an agent for you?" Nick Fury commented from the screen. Behind him agents of SHIELD could be seen running back and forth. "I can't spend a week searching for you. It's your fault for disabling the tracking device we put on you."
Tony waved him off. "I don't like big brother watching me, makes me feel creepy." He shivered as if to prove the point.
"Well you won't have to worry about 'big brother' watching you anymore," Fury emphasized brother, making Tony raise an eyebrow. "But I will be having one of my a