Empath (Sherlock X Reader)

Empath (Sherlock x Reader)

Words: 922

Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is just something I had been thinking of for a while. I feel like if magic were to be real in Sherlock’s world, he’d definitely end up with an empath of some sort. I feel like he’d be really interested in her ability at first but at the same time not want to have anything to do with her because emotion is not an advantage and whatnot. But soon He’d just give in and it was the best choice he ever made.

There was nowhere they'd rather be. Laying in each other's arms, with no words to say. They wouldn't need them anyway. With only a look, he could see just what she was feeling. With a touch, she could feel what he felt.

Someone who doesn't feel emotion like others and another who felt everything. A sociopath and an empath.

Running her hand over his bare ribs she could feel the pure relaxation and contentment filling him like hot chocolate on Christmas day. His blue-green eyes peered into hers, seeing the dilated pupils and slightly parted lips. His forehead pressed to hers and their messy locks meshed together.

Their legs were tangled together and his hand rested on her fabric covered thigh. He held the back of her head with his other hand, his arm tucked underneath her neck, keeping her close.

Light filtered through the pale curtains while her soft music played quietly in the air and soothed her mind. Her positive energy cleared his mind and filled him with a sense of fulfillment and warmth that he would have never gotten from any substance before he met her.

His brother always said love wasn't an advantage. He'd obviously has never met anyone like the woman in Sherlock's arms. She cleared his mind, drove away the insanity, and filled him with purpose. He had been clean for months now because of her. She had become his drug in a way.

“Figure it out yet?” Her voice was soft and sweet, sending pure delight through him. He hummed.

“I had it figured out about 30 seconds after we met the client,” he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice rumbling in her chest. A smile spread across her face and she pressed her lips to his in an adoring kiss.

“What took you so long?” She teased. “Surely this was a breeze?” He smirked and brought his hand up to run his thumb over her lower lip.

“I was distracted.” He leaned forward to kiss her, only for her to pull back slightly.

“Oh, no! You mustn't get distracted, dear. Lives are on the line!” She grinned at his scowl. He growled and buried his face in her neck.

“It's hardly a five, but you made me take the case. It's not my fault that I find my current company more interesting than whether or not a woman's husband is having an affair with her own brother.”

She chuckled at his grumpy voice and the way he curled his arms around her possessively. Her hand came up to run through his hair, twirling a curl on her index finger.

“Well, you couldn't feel the distress from her handshake. Poor woman, how she couldn't tell that her husband had the hots for her brother is beyond me. Just meeting them both earlier confirmed it. The guilt and adrenaline in the room were stifling.” She scrunched her nose. Sherlock simply observed her.

He adored it when she spoke of what she feels from others. Emotion was something always looked down on in his life, but when he met her, it became such a regular thing that all contempt for it was gone. Now, all he wanted was to hear how people felt through her. Her ability also came in handy during cases when they had some more stubborn clients or suspects. He absolutely adored her.

He grabbed her hand and rested it on his chest, right above his heart. This was his way of expressing his love for her. He still had difficulty wording what he felt, but luckily, he didn't have to with her. She smiled and gently ran her nails over his skin. His body filled with a feeling he once thought he could never feel. But this was coming from her hand. She was pouring her emotions into him. Saying she loved him back.

“Tell me again,” He whispered. She exaggeratedly groaned.

“Sherl, I've told you a thousand times!” she said incredulously, their moment somewhat ruined by his request.

“Please. You know I find it interesting.”

“But I hardly understand it myself.” She pouted. He looked at her with his kicked puppy look. Her frown deepened. “No.” His eyes only seemed to get bigger. “Ugh, fine!”

His face broke out in a satisfied grin. She glared at him.

“Well, it’s like a flow of colors in my mind. All swirling and dancing, sometimes indiscernible from each other. Like a beautiful battle. There’s crimson rage, muddy green jealousy, yellow happiness. When I touch someone, it can see those colors in my mind.” She closed her eyes and ran a hand over his sharp cheek.

“Like right now, I can see orange curiosity, soft blue contentment, and… fiery red love.” She grinned as she opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. His pupils blown and a look of awe across his features. “But there is a sliver of dark grey denial. Still think you can’t love, dear?” She playfully challenged.

“I'll have you know, you are infuriatingly beautiful and intelligent, but you’re wrong. I did once believe I could never feel what I feel for you.” He paused, “granted, everyone else is still morons and I can't stand to be around them. But why do I need to when I have all I need here?”

“Watch out, Mr. Holmes, someone might think you've gone soft.” She chuckled. He laughed in response and smoothed a hand over her hair.

“Soft? No,” he scoffed. “In love? Hm. Yes.

“Love isn't a disadvantage when it's with you.”

Fight For Love (George Weasley x reader)

Request: George Weasley Romantic prompt. 34. "I don't want to think about what I'd be like without you." 43. "I'm yours, in every way possible." & 69. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." ♡♡♡

Summary: The reader saves Fred from dying during the Battle of Hogwarts, nearly dying. George stays with her in the hospital until she wakes up.

Words: 542

Characters/Pairings: George Weasley x Reader, Fred x Reader (platonic), Percy (mentioned)

Warnings: Near death, slight swearing (if even that), hospitals

Lights exploded all around. Their home, the place they met, the place they fell in love, it was crumbling over them.

Her heart beat heavily in her chest as her lungs burned from the acidic smoke hanging in the air. With her wand held tightly in her hand, she fired spell after spell, blocking when she should and dodging the rest. All to get to the red-head across the courtyard.

George was fighting off two death eaters on his own, both of them firing jets of green light he was just barely sidestepping. Terror filled her along with a wave of rage. She already lost her godfather, Remus, and his wife, Tonks. She was not losing the love of her life, too.

She raised her wand at the two death eaters, “Stupefy!” The first went down, the other turning to look over at her, barely raising his wand before her fist connected with his face. The force was enough to knock him unconscious.

George sat on the ground looking up at her like the goddess she was. “Marry me.” He blurted. She laughed out loud, grabbing his hand and helping him up, pressing her lips to his.

“I’m yours, in every way possible,” She whispered in his good ear. He grinned from ear to ear.

They fought side by side for a while until they split to find Fred and anyone else to help. She was the one to find Fred, backed up against a wall with Percy. A death eater was approaching from the side, unseen by the two brothers, but not her.

Making a decision in a split second, she silently apologized to George for this. She sprinted towards Fred, tackling him to the side, out of the way of the curse that would have killed him. The wall exploded behind them, massive debris falling onto of the two.

“(Y/N)!!” Fred yelled as darkness took over and her body went limp over his.

 She woke to the warm feeling of something holding her hand tightly, something running through her hair. It hurt to open her eyes, no doubt they were bruised and black, like the rest of her body.

“Geor…” Her voice gurgled in her throat.

“Oh, Love! Merlin, I thought… I thought you’d never wake up!” George’s jumped up from his position next to her on the hospital bed.

“’Ow long?” She couldn’t get much else out through her sore throat.

“Five days, love.” George lightly brushed his fingers over her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.

“Fred?”

“He’s fine, up and walking.” There was a pause. And then a sob. Her eyes shot open to look over at George. “H-he’s alive because of you… But shit, (Y/N), you almost died in his place… I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”

Tears pool in her eyes, making her vision even worse. She squeezed his hand in hers, hoping he could feel the love she was unable to express in words. He gave a watery smile, bringing her bruised hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. The same ones that punched a death eater in the face.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, love, but I’m never letting go.”

Together (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Request: Hi there! Love your stuff btw. Um i was wondering if you could do a fic when the reader is just having another terrible episode of depression? Usually she can handle it by having a moment to herself or simply resting but this time its too much for her and she’s loosing control? It can be Sebastian Michaelis, Dean, Gabriel, Undertaker, or whoever you feel is worthy. Im sorry if it sounds off, cause im kinda dealing with it rn. Um aha, anyways love your writing and thank you 🙂

 Words: 1378

Characters/Pairings: Dean x reader, Sam

Warnings: Depression, meltdown, self-hate

A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to get this one out! I’ve, ironically, have been going through my own shit, similar to this story. That and work and school are crazy. But also know that none of you are alone. If anyone you need to talk to someone there is always someone willing to listen, whether it’s your parents or friends or even a school counselor. Shit, you can even talk to me. You are never alone.

Another long and tiring hunt has come and gone. (Y/N) woke with a start, ready for a fight, as a warm hand shook her shoulder.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” Dean said, gripping onto her shoulder. Her (e/c) eyes locked with his and she instantly relaxed.

“Dean.” She grabbed onto his arm to ground herself. After this hunt, she had been feeling more off than usual.

While the monster is now dead, so are many innocents. And she felt it was her fault. One stupid decision had an entire family murdered by that pair of Crocotta. The beasts had mimicked Dean’s and Sam’s voices and stupidly lured her away from the family she was supposed to be protecting.

“Come on, we’re home.” Dean helped her out of the car, seeing as her leg had been banged up pretty badly. He slipped a hand around her waist as her hand wound around his neck. Sam grabbed all the bags and followed the two into the bunker.

“Can you just help me to my room? I want to continue my nap.” (Y/N) wasn’t really tired. But it was easier to act like she was than explain why she was in such an off mood.

“Sure thing.” Dean turned to Sam, “I’ll take her bag.”

Sam handed it off along with Dean’s and made his way down the hallway to his own room.

Dean and (Y/N) made their way towards her room in silence. He knew she was acting odd but he just pegged it to the unfortunate outcome of this hunt. Hell, even he wasn’t feeling himself. He knew she would just sleep it off and move on, just as she always does.

He helped her into her room and left her with a small smile. She returned it as best she could but it fell flat.

After he left, her smile fell and she looked down at her hands, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyes stung and her throat tightened.

What was the point of this anymore? Everything she does, everybody she tries to save, they all end up dead and she’s the one needing to be saved by Sam or Dean. Shit, even Cas.

She was just a burden on everyone. She wasn’t the fastest or the strongest, her aim wasn’t even close to being on par with Dean’s or Sam’s. Why does she even try?

Her eyes finally flooded with tears and they flowed in small rivulets down her flushed cheeks. Her body felt as it were on fire and her stomach flipped in her body. Knowing Dean’s room was just a few doors down, she bit her lip hard to keep her sobs in.

The metallic tang of blood filled her mouth. Her arms twitched in pain when she dug her nails into her skin. (Y/N)’s body shook and convulsed with repressed sobs.

Managing to detach her nails from her arms, she dragged herself under her blankets and hugged her pillow to her chest, biting down into the fabric.

What’s the point of trying? It would be best if she wasn’t even here. Best for the Winchesters, for Castiel, and the people she caused the deaths of. She was going to die one day anyway. What’s the difference if it were today and not later?

She could hold back the sobs anymore and she let out a muffled scream into her pillow.

Just at that moment, the door cracked open.

“Hey, (Y/N), I know you’re trying to sleep but we got fo-” Dean cut himself off as he hurt your yell of anguish. “(Y/N)?”

She huddled tighter in her blankets, now red-hot embarrassment filled her alongside with the self-hatred. How unsightly, to be caught during a meltdown.

Dean walked up to her bed and sat down next to her, her back was to him and she was fully covered so he made to pull the blanket off but stopped at the sound of her voice.

“Why do you guys keep me around, Dean? I’m useless, a burden. There’s nothing I can offer you.” He could barely hear her through the pillow and blanket but he could easily hear the defeated tone.

“Sweetheart…” He honestly didn’t know what to say to that. He knew she had some issues with herself, but he didn’t know it was this bad. He pulled himself onto the bed and brought the blanket down to reveal the broken girl.

He gently grabbed her arm and lifted her up so he could hold her to himself. She clutched his shirt in her hands and she sobbed.

“I-I don’t know how to help you, (Y/N), tell me how to help you,” Dean begged. He couldn’t bear to see her like this. She had always been the one to help him and Sam when they were feeling low, so seeing her like this was heartbreaking.

“I don’t deserve to be helped…” She whimpered, shaking her head into his shoulder.

“Bullshit.” His tone was borderline harsh as he pushed her away so he could look at her face. “(Y/N), you are so important to m- us. You’re always there to pick Sammy and me up; you keep us in line when we need to be straightened out.”

She was about to deny him but the look on his face told her to shut up and listen.

“What happened yesterday couldn’t have been stopped. I know we wish we could save everyone, but sometimes we can’t. It’s not your fault.” Dean paused and licked his lips, collecting his thoughts.

“I know you may not think it, but you are so strong and brave to come this far. You’ve helped us stop the apocalypse the first time, then the Leviathans, and The Darkness. Without you, I don’t think I would have had the strength to get through any of it.”

“Dean, I-“

“I’m not finished.” He cut her off again. “You are so important to so many people. You have touched so many people’s lives and have rooted yourself so far into everyone’s hearts that if anything were to happen to you, everything would die with you.”

She sniffled and looked down. “How can you see something in me that I can’t?”

“Because sometimes you need to look at things in a different way. You taught me that. Every time we were frustrated on a hunt, you would be there to help us see a new angle. And this is just how I see you.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place. “You are so beautiful and strong, and you are the brightest thing in my life.  Don’t know what I would do without you.”

(Y/N)’s heart was racing in her chest. She and Dean had always had some unspoken thing, even after all these years. But, because of the world almost ending every other day, they never had the chance to address this unspoken thing.

Until now.

“(Y/N), you know I’m not into chick-flick moments, but… shit… I love you so much. I want to help you get through this because you are so damn important to me. I don’t even want to think of what would happen to me if I lost you.”

(Y/N) hiccupped and a few more tears fell, but she wasn’t as sad anymore. Her eyes closed as she took in the warmth and love Dean was radiating. Her hands were clasped around his free one.

“Thank you, Dean. You always know how to make me feel better.” Her eyes opened and locked with his. She gave him a watery smile. “I love you, too.”

Dean’s grin was so wide, it stretched from ear to ear. Gently tighten his grip on her head, he pulled her forward and pressed his lips to hers.

As much as we would wish it were this easy, just declare your love for each other and everything is suddenly fixed, it isn’t that way. There will always be other failed hunts, other people lost, and new thing to break down over.

But now, she doesn’t have to go through it alone as she had in the past. She has Dean. And she knows Sam and Cas will also be there for her. They will get through this together.

Would you be willing to write a romantic incest fic?

Sorry but no 😊

Let’s Stay In (John Watson x Reader)

Words: 862

Characters/Pairings: John x reader, Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson (mentioned)

Warnings: None

“Come on, (Y/N).” John tossed a jacket to his girlfriend who was dozing on the bed. She groaned and flipped onto her stomach, hiding her face under her pillow. The bed was just too comfy and inviting. How could he think she could leave?

               John chuckled and ripped the pillow away. A high-pitched whine left her and her body curled into a small ball. Her red tank top riding up and her sweats (his sweats) hung loosely from her hips.  “Noooo… Jooohn…”

               “It’s only been two weeks! It’s just a run!” John tugged on her ankles to pull her from bed; her hands clamped around the headboard.

               “Says the man who gets winded after just five minutes! And it’s an entire 2 kilometers! No!” She shot back. Her fingers were slipping and John was pulling her ankles hard. He scoffed and tugged harder, sending the two of the flying back from the force when her fingers finally gave out.

               She was in his lap on the floor, her blanket wrapped around her as it had been.

               “Please, John. Let’s just forget this stupid resolution and just cuddle? Please?” She pouted and smoothed her hands over his shoulders, just the way she knew he liked. He bit his lip, having already considered it before he woke her up. He had to be strong. But…

               Missing one day couldn’t hurt, right? He’ll let her stay in today but tomorrow, they’ll be back at it. Deep down he knew they’d never go running in the morning ever again. He sighed in defeat and dropped his head down on her shoulder.

               “Alright, fine. But just for today.” He looked up and spoke sternly. She beamed at him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

               “Yay! Now change back into your pjs. I want to cuddle. But first, some tea and food.” She flicked the zipper on his hoodie he planned on jogging in. He chuckled and let his hands trail down her body, tugging at her tank top lightly, as she stood up and left the room.

               Outside the room and in the living room, Sherlock sat in his chair with his violin in his hands. He barely looked up when she walked in a began preparing tea.

               “Give up?” Sherlock asked from his spot, plucking at the strings. She sent him a sarcastic smile and poured the hot water into mugs. Dropping a breakfast blend tea bag in each and fixing it the way they all like.

               “No. Just… taking a different path…” She cringed at how lame her excuse was, hoping Sherlock wouldn’t call her out.

               “I’m shocked you made it this far. Mrs. Hudson and I had a bet. She said you’d make it at least two weeks. I said three days. I suppose I owe her something now…”

               (Y/N) huffed as she walked back into the living room, balancing her and John’s mugs in one hand and Sherlock’s in the other, a box of cookies tucked under one arm. “Oh please.” She handed him the mug. “But to be fair, we only made it to two weeks because Mrs. Hudson came up on the second day and encouraged us to go.”

               “So, I would have won.”

               “Yes, you would have.”

               She waved at him as she returned to her shared bedroom with John. Said man sat in bed, waiting for his lovely girlfriend. His blue jacket was replaced by a grey t-shirt and his running pants by some flannel pants. She grinned at him when she pushed through the door.

               “I bring gifts!” She exclaimed, holding up the tea in one hand and a box of cookies in the other. John smiled and held open the duvet for her as she set the tea on the bedside table. She crawled in with the box of cookies and nuzzled herself into his side.

               “Movie?” John asked, breaking the box of cookies open. She nodded and stretched across him to reach the clicker on his bedside table.

               “How about ‘When Harry met Sally’?” (Y/N) asked, clicking through the movies they downloaded.

               “Sounds good,” John hummed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. She began the movie and relaxed into John, sighing in contentment.

They watched the movie in a comfortable silence, both of them dozing in and out of consciousness. They hardly got days like this together. Either she was always at work at the hospital or he was off on some crazy adventure with Sherlock.

But she was off this weekend and Sherlock didn’t have a case, meaning John didn’t have to leave her here by herself.

Everything was warm and soft. His arms were strong and supportive and her body fit against him like a puzzle piece. The morning sun barely filtered through the curtains, giving everything an ethereal glow. The movie hummed lowly in the background. It was days like these that the two lived for.

“Glad we didn’t go on that run?” (Y/N) smirked, lacing their fingers together. John chuckled and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Cheeky.” He mumbled into her hair.

“You love it.” She snarked back. He hummed.

“I love you.”

Bagels (Sherlock x Reader)

Summary: the reader is married to Sherlock and is carrying his child. She’s seven months pregnant and is very hormonal and has insane cravings. She wakes up one early morning craving bagels and chaos ensues.

Words: 723

Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: none:)

If someone had asked if Sherlock had ever wanted kids, he would have outright ignored them. He hardly knew the answer to that himself. But now, with his wife of five years carrying his daughter, with only two months to go, he was immensely excited to meet his little girl.

The only part he could really go without is his wife’s ‘baby brain’, as she calls it. She is constantly forgetting things or getting sidetracked. And don’t even get him started on her mood swings and cravings.

Nearly every morning she wakes him up at an ungodly hour stating she wants anything from fried pickles and cream cheese to pizza with caramel sauce. And if he refuses, tears start to silently pool in her (E/C) eyes. He’d sigh and slide out of bed.

However, this time, rather than (Y/N) shaking him awake, he awoke to the rancid smell of something burning and the light sobs of his wife coming from the kitchen. Panic flared up in the detective and he jumped from the bed, running into the kitchen.

His shout of panic died in his throat. There was no fire. No blood. Nothing that showed a serious problem. Just his seven-month pregnant wife, scratching at a blackened bagel with a butter knife, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and tiny sobs hiccupping out of her lungs.

“(Y/N), love, what in God’s name are you doing?” He stepped up to her, taking the knife from her trembling hand. She didn’t look up at him, only thumping her forehead against his chest.

“I-I wanted bagels, and I knew you were tired from the case, s-s-so I got up to make them myself… The bagels were too big for the toaster so I put them in the oven. Th-th I fell asleep… When I woke up the kitchen smelled so horrible… I-I-I… I burnt my bagels!!” She sobbed even harder and wrapped her arms around Sherlock’s torso.

If it were anyone else, he would scoff at the sheer ridiculousness of the scene before him, but this was (Y/N), his (Y/N). He couldn’t help but appreciate the humor in this moment. A chuckle bubbled past his lips until it was full blown laughter.

He wrapped his arms around her and gently swayed her as he laughed. She stopped sobbing to look up at him with a slightly offended look.

“Why are you laughing!? I was seriously scared, Sherlock! What if I burned the flat down!? Are you even listening!?” (Y/N) cried, now angry tears fell from her bloodshot eyes.

“Oh, yes, my dear, I am listening. As I see it, you didn’t burn down the flat so no harm was done. Now, let’s get you back to bed, you’re nearly asleep on your feet.” Sherlock pressed a kiss to her forehead and led her away from the kitchen.

“But I still want my bagel…” She whimpered, holding her husband’s hand as he pulled her into their bedroom.

“I’ll make you a new one, love. Now lay down.”

“But there will be crumbs in the bed, Sherl!” She moved from whimpering to whining. He sighed and nudged her onto the bed. She complained even though she was doing as he asked without a physical struggle.

“Don’t worry about it. Just close your eyes.” He sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand through her hair. This side of him, caring and affectionate, it was a side he never showed anyone but you. Which is why no one believed you when you said Sherlock was the sweetest man you had ever met.

By the time Sherlock’s hand finished its fifth pass through her hair, she had fallen asleep once more, her hand clamped around his. He allowed himself a small smile of bliss as he laid down next to her.

His eyes flicked over her features, memorizing her face in this moment so he can go back and remember how lucky he was to have such a woman love him enough to marry and have a child with a man such as him. Loving her wasn’t hard. It wasn’t even a disadvantage. His mind was clearer with her, sharper with her.

He would do anything for her, and their child.

Even if it was waking up at three in the morning to the smell of burning bagels.