Sherlock Holmes // Geralt of Rivia// Clark Kent //Fem reader - One Shots.

Mornings As Newly Weds.

The soft light of the morning crept through the curtains, gently illuminating the room. It was their first morning as husband and wife, and the quiet calm of the world outside felt distant compared to the whirlwind of emotions they had both just experienced. Sherlock Holmes lay beside you, his dark curls mussed from a night of passionate sleep, a slight frown on his face even in his rest.

You shifted, the warmth of his skin against yours making your heart skip. His sharp features softened in the quiet of the morning, and for the first time in a long while, Sherlock seemed... content. At peace.

His eyes fluttered open, the hazel irises focusing on you as you smiled at him. His lips parted, but for a moment, neither of you spoke, simply enjoying the comfort of being near each other in this intimate, vulnerable space.

"I should make breakfast," Sherlock muttered, more to himself than to you, but the words reached your ears.

You blinked, surprised. Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective, who solved the most intricate of mysteries, was suggesting something as mundane as making breakfast?

"I'm quite good at it," he added, a slight smirk tugging at his lips, his voice almost playful. "I've done it a few times... in between solving cases."

You laughed softly, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him. "You don't have to, Sherlock. I can do it."

But he shook his head, eyes lighting up with an intensity that reminded you of his dedication to his work. "No. Today, I want to do something for you. Something... normal. I can make a proper breakfast."

Before you could protest further, Sherlock slipped out of bed with surprising agility for someone so deeply in thought most of the time. He moved toward the door of your bedroom, still naked, the bare skin of his back showing the smooth, muscular lines of his body. There was something charming about his disheveled state—untamed, yet undeniably handsome.

"Don't move," he said, glancing back at you, and his tone carried a warmth that sent a flutter to your chest.

You smiled softly, watching as he disappeared into the kitchen, the quiet sound of his footsteps echoing in the hall.

You rolled over, resting your cheek against the soft pillow, your mind racing with thoughts of the morning, of the vows exchanged just hours before. In all the chaos of your wedding, you hadn't expected such tenderness from Sherlock—an intellectual who often kept his emotions guarded behind layers of logic and wit.

Minutes passed, and you could hear the faint clinking of pots and pans from the kitchen. Sherlock's voice echoed faintly, speaking to himself as he tried to figure out the correct way to prepare the eggs. A sense of warmth filled the room, and it wasn't just from the sunlight creeping in.

Finally, after what felt like a small eternity of curiosity, Sherlock returned to the room, holding a tray with a simple but thoughtful breakfast: scrambled eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of tea—perfectly brewed.

"You look pleased with yourself," you said, raising an eyebrow playfully as you sat up to take the tray from him.

Sherlock merely smiled, his eyes glinting with a hint of pride. "I did something right for once."

You chuckled, taking a sip of the tea and then feeding him a bite of the scrambled eggs. "I'm impressed," you said, genuinely. "This is delicious."

Sherlock's smile deepened, and he sat beside you on the bed, his body once again close to yours, this time with no case to solve or the world to chase. Just the two of you, in this quiet moment, as newlyweds.

"All I wanted was to do something... nice for you," he admitted, his voice softer now.

You reached out, your fingers grazing his cheek, and pulled him into a kiss. "You've done more than enough, Sherlock. This... this is perfect."

As you both settled in for a lazy breakfast together, the day ahead didn't seem so pressing. Sherlock Holmes, the genius detective, had found something better than solving cases: something simpler, quieter, and full of love.

And for once, that was enough.