Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Sherlock Holmes Imagine

Sherlock Holmes Short

Note: Let's escape from all the gloom and doom, yeah?

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Sherlock Holmes Imagine: Mornings

There were times in life that were absolutely perfect. For some people, this moment was in the moment right after dinner, when the evening wine still nips at your tongue and inhibitions. For others, that time extends to a small morning hour, when they are awake and somehow free from their troubles. For Sherlock, the best moments were early in the morning when dawn began to break.

Complete darkness would turn into cloudy skies, soft rays of light streaming through the window, and a light grey haze would settle about the room. This only happened due to the intervention of Y/n, as if it were up to Sherlock the windows would be covered or plastered and used as a bulletin board. She was very insistent, though, when she moved in after a few months of a relationship she ensured that the sheets were always clean and the window was always clear.

It wasn't the time or the lighting that made it perfect, obviously. Y/n was a woman who either slept hard and long or short and light, but her inconsistent sleeping patterns held but one constant. She would wake no less than two hours after dawn, and in the period between the first crack of the sun and her eventual stumble from bed, she would stir in her sleep.

Sherlock would probably mind this--if he was ever in the bed when she did it. When it came to his inconsistent sleeping patterns, the only constant was that he would be awake by dawn.

As Y/n would stir in her sleep he would often be reading. He had pressed a chair up against the wall of their room for this specific purpose, and if it was morning he'd usually be in it. The only times Y/n didn't stir awake to a quiet 'good morning' was when he was on a case, in which case he usually slept and lived on the couch.

The perfect moments came when he was not on a case, half reading half watching her. She'd have most of the blankets tossed off from her squirming, and before it was full morning, small rays of light would occasionally nip at her skin. She looked so peaceful when she slept.

He knew that the second she woke up, she would be moving around in her usual patterns. Shower, get dressed, make coffee, leave--say goodbye somewhere in between. Her job was as demanding as he made his, and between their two odd schedules, there were few moments of peace for the two of them. Sherlock considered those morning moments what other couples would consider bonding time. He could gather most everything about anyone within minutes of meeting them--Y/n was no exception. However, he felt more connected to her because she was always changing, as he was always noticing new things about her. When she was sleeping, though, there was nothing to observe or deduce. Simply watching her when she was entirely uninhibited was a grand gift.

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Y/n wasn't sure why Sherlock always watched her. It took her a while to realize that he didn't sit in their room and read for no reason, and often times he was so bloody loud getting up that she was awake with him. However, it was nice to just lay in peace without him realizing something new about her. She considered those strange mornings some of the best time they spent together.