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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.

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.”