Sherlock Imagines [ Book 2 ]

Achromatic [ S.H ]

Type: Oneshot, Colors AU where you only see the colors when you meet your soulmate

Pairings: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: You will think I'm satan when you finish this

Thank you to awkwardaustralians and jackskellingtonrulz5  for motivation and inspiration <3

Soft cries echoed through the flat, your eyes slowly fluttered open. Little Annabelle's baby monitor was blinking rapidly as the cries blasted from it. You sighed, slowly rolling over to find the other side of the bed empty. Frowning, you stood, wrapping a blanket around yourself. You walked towards her bedroom only for the soft sound of violin music to fill your ears, slowing down slightly, you cracked the door just a bit. There stood Sherlock, his violin propped over his shoulder as the soft notes were released. You smiled softly as the cries slowly died down, followed by the sound of small giggles. His long blue dressing gown slung over his pajamas as his fingers and blow floated over the strings, a small lamp flickered in the corner, casting light over the purple walls. You stepped inside as the song came to an end, wrapping your arms around his abdomen. "You know, if this whole detective thing doesn't work out you should consider music." You murmured, laying your head on his back.

"Did we wake you?" He rumbled, lowering his violin and carefully sitting it on a chair.

"She did, but it was worth it. That was beautiful."

He slowly turned around, wrapping his arms around you and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

You didn't want the moment to end.

***

The next morning, You sat at your stool, the colors danced along the page, trailing after your brush. You filled in the thick black lines you'd created, brightening the page with the red and orange paint mixture. Two arms wrapped your waist, pulling your close to him. You dropped your brush, paint splattering across the page in flecks and splotches. Surprise etched across your features as you turned to look at him, for he was holding you so tight you thought he'd cut off circulation. "Sherlock?" You questioned, turning to face him.

"What's wrong?" You cocked your head, raising an eyebrow.

"nothing." He murmured, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"You're being so sentimental.." You took his hands in yours, swinging them slightly.

"I am not." He looked away and you rolled your eyes. "Whatever. I was thinking take out for dinner?"

"John and I have a case, I will not be home tonight."

"oh." You pouted, his blue gaze flickered over you for a moment. "well, Mrs. Hudson offered to watch Annabelle tonight so I guess I'll have the flat to myself."

Sherlock nodded, you looked up at him and smiled. You remembered the first color you'd ever seen were the crystal blue of his eyes.

His phone dinged, he sighed and pulled it from his pocket. Something in his eyes changed and he pulled away from you, "I have to go." He mumbled, hurrying towards the door.

You raised an eyebrow, "Alright. See you later?"

He looked at you for a moment before darting out the door, leaving your question unanswered.