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SAW 2024

Hello my lovely Sherlollians! Today is the official last day of the 10th Appreciation week - I can't believe we have been doing this for that long! As always, please feel free to keep posting and fulfilling the prompts. I will keep the AO3 collection open for awhile. I hope to see more prompt fills over the next couple of days / week and hope you all have enjoyed yourselves!

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It's How Things Are

It was awkward, God, so awkward.

It has always been a little, more than a little, awkward when it came to him.

It’s how things were with him.

A lot about her has changed since she first met Sherlock Holmes, except one… the most important one.

She still loved him.

“I love you…”

And she had waited literal YEARS, to hear those words from him.

But she didn’t think hearing them would hurt so much.

That’s a lie.

Deep, deep down she knew…

She knew he meant them. Knew he meant each word.

Just not the way she ever wanted.

It’s how things would never go.

Thus, she was not surprised when he came by.

He explained things. Fractured memories returning. The secret sister. He, John, Mycroft, and the Torments of Sherrinford.

Sherlock was full of earnestness and apologies, until she could stand it no longer.

“Don’t say any more.” She begged and walked him to the door.

“And I am sorry for your loss…”

And of course he noticed, her cat Toby was gone. And that was why she was crying even before he called asking for those three words.

“Um… Bye... ”

She closed the door and leaned her forehead on it with a soft sigh, surprised to find herself smiling- however bittersweet.

It’s how things will be.

“Bye…”

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I literally found out about #sherlollyweek2024 on Tumblr a couple of hours ago. I already had this story in mind when I made the discovery, the universe is rarely what?

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024 Day 7 - Relationship Unconditional love

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Intimacy

Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 6, Physical Contact This little one shot will most likely become part of my current fic, We're worth it, which is where Sherlock and Molly go to therapy, granted this is not just a therapy session nor is reading that fic required for this one shot to make sense, so please enjoy!

“With the wedding right around the corner I want to talk about intimacy.” Sherlock and Molly both stared at their therapist like she had grown a second head. June frowned at them, “I promise I don’t have amnesia and have forgotten the multiple times we have discussed your sex life…nor have I forgotten the TWO CHILDREN you have.”

Molly giggled and Sherlock just shook his head slightly.

“I want to discuss other forms of intimacy besides sex.” She handed each of them a piece of paper with a list of 10 different forms of intimacy and their examples. “Take a minute to look this over and then I want to talk about the ones you see in your relationship besides physical.”

They both took a moment to review the list.

“I personally feel like we have differing levels of all of these.” Molly looked between Sherlock and June as she talked. “For example, since starting therapy our emotional intimacy has grown but I think our intellectual and experiential intimacy has always been high.”

“Sherlock, do you agree?” June asked.

He nodded and sat forward in his chair. “I think our intellectual intimacy was a big part of what made me fall in love with her – it’s been something we’ve shared since before we were together.”

“Good!” June smiled. “What else?”

“This description of social intimacy…the ability to know that a person will understand your underlying experiences and be attuned to your body language…this is how Molly makes me feel understood.” He sat back and looked at her. “When we are physical, I can read your body language, but I do not think I am great at the social intimacy for you.”

Molly gave him a small smile and shook her head, “No, but that’s okay.” She reached out and took his hand in hers. “Creative Intimacy plays a large role in how you communicate with me.”

“I am glad you brought this point up,” June started, “Just like with physical intimacy, there are different levels of each intimacy, and some people are going to be better at engaging in different forms than others.” She paused a moment. “You don’t have to have all of these in your relationship, but which form of intimacy do you believe you two need to work on or want to work on?”

They were both quiet, thinking, before Molly started, “I am not saying we don’t have conflict intimacy, but we are definitely still working on it…that has not always been a strong point for us…for me.”

“Sherlock?” June turned to him.

“I think there have been some…arguments in the past that could have been avoided had we had more of it.”

“I also have seen you two work on this in session, so you guys are getting there.” June smiled at the two of them. “Any other ones that you think you need to really focus on growing?”

Molly looked sheepish, “I mean, besides just continuing to be emotionally vulnerable with each other…I am pretty happy with the others.”

“That’s okay!” June reassured her. “Sherlock, any others that you want to add to the list to work on?” He simply shook his head no and she nodded. “I feel like you two have come to a place of authenticity and honesty in this room,” she continued, “so I feel comfortable just asking you this straight out, are you both satisfied with your current sex life?”

“Yes,” they both answered, small smiles on their faces.

“Good…how about with other physical contact?” She looked between them, giving them time to think.

Molly huffed a little. “I mean, I think I’m satisfied?” June gave her a questioning look. “I guess I am not sure I understand what you asking.”

June nodded in understanding. “Hand holding, hugging, kissing…contact like that.”

“Okay…then yes, I would say I am satisfied with it.” Molly smiled. “I would say Sherlock and I are very contact heavy in our relationship…holding hands, hugging, putting an arm around each other or a hand on the knee…for me, his touch helps ground me.”

Sherlock smiled but looked down at the floor. “Before Molly I did not know that I could care about physical touch and then we took that silly quiz you gave us – ”

“Love languages are not silly, Sherlock,” June interrupted him, but he continued.

“And I discovered that touch is one of my primary love languages…I feel Molly is fluent in it.”

“My goodness,” Molly muttered under her breath as she looked away, her cheeks turning red.

“It is an excellent thing to be fluent in your significant other’s love language,” Jung encouraged. “And good. We want to keep the topic of intimacy as something we revisit often to make sure it’s not something that ever gets neglected.

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Molly was already in bed by the time Sherlock had finished reading to Mina.

“Tomorrow, I get the easy one,” he said as he looked at her already comfortable under the sheets.

“You’re the one who can’t say no to her.” He rolled his eyes before discarding his clothes in the pile. “You are adorable when annoyed.”

He sighed loudly as he turned off the light and got into bed. “OH!” He jerked away from her cold hands. “Annoyed is what I am now.” She giggled as she continued to snuggle up to his side. “How are your hands that cold?” He reached down and took her hands in his and brought them up to his mouth, warming them up.

“I was just trying to speak your language,” she said in a cheeky tone.

He sighed again and dropped her hands before moving so he was hovering over her. “Maybe we should have a conversation then,” he whispered as he slid the tip of his nose across her cheek.

“Maybe,” she felt her breath catch as he gently bit her ear.

(smutty times ahead if you like that sort of thing…if not, I suggest stopping here)

His lips traveled down her neck, leaving wet kisses as he went and eliciting small moans from her mouth. Her hands slid into his hair, tugging gently as his lips journeyed down her chest.

She swore he was managing to touch more of her body than usual tonight. All at once she could feel the grip of his fingers, the tug of his teeth, the nudge of his knee and she thought she was going to tip over right then.

“Sherlock…I…oh…yes…like that,” she moaned when his mouth found her center. With one hand he gripped her hip while the other circled her as his tongue dipped in and out. She felt every point of contact between them and yet somehow, she wished there was more. She tangled her fingers in his hair, enjoying the feeling of grinding against his mouth as he ground himself against her leg…the feeling only driving her closer to the edge. “Ohh…I….” she was beyond words as she drowned in the feeling of him, tipping over the edge with one last drag of his tongue.

“I like talking to you,” he whispered as he placed kisses up her torso.

“I like listening to you talk.” She smiled, enjoying the post orgasm tingles. “I think maybe its my turn to get a few words in.” And before he could respond she was sitting up on her knees, leaning over him, and pumping him a couple times with her hand before slowly, ever so slowing, sliding her lips down the length of him.

“Ohhh,” Sherlock couldn’t help it as the sound escaped him.

Molly moaned around him and his hand found its way to her hair, just as hers had to his. She pulled back and ran her tongue around his shaft until he was slick and dripping. Putting her lips back at his tip she nodded to him and he understood what she meant.

Propping himself up so he could get a between view, he tightened his grip on her hair, which he loved the feeling of, and pushed down as he gently thrust up. Watching and reading all of the signs her body was giving, he continued to slowly fuck her mouth. He could feel her moaning around his cock as well as her hard nipples brushing against his leg as she leaned over him. He tried to keep a slow pace but it was driving him crazy and his thrusts become more erratic.

In one motion he pushed her back on her pillow and centered himself between her legs. Running a finger up her slit, she was soaking for him. “You liked the feeling of me in your mouth?” he asked, teasing her clit.  

“Oh fuck, yes,” she moaned. Her back arched up at his touch. “Please.” She wiggled against him as he licked her wetness off his fingers. “Please,” she begged again, hooking her leg around his back, “I need to feel you.”

Without another word he slid into her, pressing till he had filled her. He stilled once fully in, resting his forehead against hers.

“You have ruined me, my love,” he whispered, a smile on his lips.

“Good.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Now, make love to me until I can’t tell where you begin and I end.”

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“Oh great. Now I’m never going to be happy with anyone else!”

For the writing prompts

The fact that this has been in my ask box for almost a year omg the shame 😆🫣

Ok so it’s Sherlolly Appleciation Week, and my final contribution is for yesterday, Day 6’s theme of Physical Contact! I thought it would be a good opportunity to finally use this lovely prompt. Hope you enjoy what I did with it. 😉

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Naked in my bed

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024, Day 5: Interactions This is also a fill for part 6 of my Creative Writing Prompts - SOL: “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Molly sighed as her call went straight to voicemail and disconnected without leaving a message. She had been at the medical conference for 2 days already and was regretting her decision to attend the last. Shoving her phone in her bag, she slipped her room key out of her back pocket to open her room. Despite missing home, she was looking forward to taking a long hot bath after having sat on two panels earlier that afternoon.

“Ahh!” Molly jumped, a hand pressed to her chest in surprise. “Sherlock!”

“Molly.” He gave her a playful smile from his spot on the bed under the sheets. “You look lovely today.”

She shook her head and dropped her things on the table. Toeing off her shoes she crawled on the bed, over the sheets, and wrapped her arms around Sherlock’s neck. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment,” she whispered as she buried her face in his neck.

He slid his arms around her, holding her tightly. “Did something happen during one of your panels?” he asked after several long moments of silence.

“No.” She shook her head as she looked up at him. “I just missed you.” Leaning forward she kissed him, hard. “As glad as I am that you’re here,” she said as she leaned back. “Why are you?”

“I missed my wife,” he said simply as he leaned in to pepper kisses down her neck. “We are still considered newlyweds and I had…newlywed ideas on my mind.”

“Oh, I bet you did.” Molly gave him a cheeky smile and slipped off his lap. Grabbing the bottom of her jumper she hauled it over her head. “But I head ideas of a bath this evening.” Sherlock’s smile faulted slightly. “But don’t worry, there’s plenty of room if you are looking to accompany me.”

As she finished talking, he jumped to his feet and scooped her up in his arms. “Then a bath it is!”

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Pet Names

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024, Day 4: Pet Names

“Darling?” Sherlock’s voice called from the other room.

“No,” Molly’s reply came as she walked into the bedroom, “I don’t like that one.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she wrinkled her nose, “Makes me think of a grandma.”

He frowned at her and steepled his hands against his chin again. “Angel?” Her face scrunched in disgust. “No, then.” He tapped his chin. “I know you alr – ”

“Sweetheart is for children…not for the woman you sleep with.” She eyed him. “I’m not budging on that one.”

He gave her an exasperated look and she laughed. “What is so wrong with calling me Molly or Molls?” she raised her hands in question.

“Everyone calls you Molly,” he stated.

“Well, it…is…my name,” she said slowing, trying not to laugh. He frowned at her.

“Am I not allowed to want to call you something that only I get to call you?” he asked. “To let everyone know that you are my love?”

She smiled and stood up, walking over to him. “Why not that?” she asked as she slid into his lap. “My love.”

He wrapped his arms around her and tested the term of endearment out for himself. “My love…my love….my love,” he finished in a whisper. “I think that will do perfectly.”

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SAW 2024

Hello my lovely Sherlollians! Today is the official last day of the 10th Appreciation week - I can't believe we have been doing this for that long! As always, please feel free to keep posting and fulfilling the prompts. I will keep the AO3 collection open for awhile. I hope to see more prompt fills over the next couple of days / week and hope you all have enjoyed yourselves!

💛 kate

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Three Ways It Could Have Happened (and One Way It Did)

For Day 2 of Sherlolly Appreciation Week: Shared Look/Canon Divergent Idea. On AO3 here.

1.

He meets her gaze, his expression wary, hers hopeful, and opens his mouth to force the distance between them to remain. Opens his mouth to pretend he misunderstands her, to order coffee - black, two sugars - but then he stops. Thinks, rapidly as he always does, calculating, extrapolating, wondering at his own reasons for doing so. And then he opens his mouth again and says simply, Yes, sounds excellent, that small cafe by the north entrance after your shift? And her smile is dazzling, and he knows he's made the right choice.

2.

He meets her eyes across the room; she's wearing a dress he's never seen before, black with sparkly straps and a twee bow in her hair and he thinks with surprise, oh, she's lovely. In the background Gavin is ogling her and even John and his latest soon-to-be ex-girlfriend and Mrs Hudson are admiring her but none of them understand the profoundness of that moment. Of Molly bravely baring a form usually kept under wraps, a gift presented and all for - him? Surely not? He glances at the bag, at the carefully wrapped gift at the top and he thinks, Yes. For me.

And he walks over to her, automatically shutting off his mobile, and he takes her hand and he leans forward and kisses her cheek (everyone is staring, staring as he does so) and he murmurs, Merry Christmas Molly Hooper and ends his years of standoffish solitude with a single smile and a second, far less innocent kiss.

3.

He meets her eyes, his sparkling with appreciation of his own wit, hers disapproving, and his smile vanishes. Chastened, he turns back to his train-obsessed informant and eventually the entire case is unravelled to his satisfaction. But he can't stop thinking about that shared look, how she'd chastened him without speaking a single word, her disapproval so obvious that even an idiot (and he's not an idiot, no matter what his brother says) could see it.

It nags at him, that look, until finally he's driven to ask John, of all people, why he had reacted to it. He normally ignores such looks or remains blithely unaware of them, and John just shrugs and says, guess you've changed a bit since you got back, not such a bad thing, and those words strike him like a blow.

He goes to her flat and asks if the ring she's been given is meant to be permanent; he's seen how loosely she wears it, why not get it sized? And she shrugs and tries to look away but he sees the truth in those warm brown eyes, and he makes a decision. Reaching out, he takes her hand; she lets him, watching quietly as he slips the ring from her finger and places it on the table where she keeps her handbag and keys, saying nothing as he keeps hold of her with one hand and reaches for her mobile with the other. Call him, he tells-asks-demands of her. Tell him it's over. Please, Molly - And lets out a soft sigh of relief when she does.

1.

He meets her gaze, although she can't see him doing so. He opens his mouth and speaks. I-I love you, he says, hesitant and unsure. Realization widens his eyes. I love you, he says a second time, wondering and almost awed at the truth in his own words. And when she repeats those words, so soft and broken-sounding, he could weep at his own ignorance. Wilful ignorance of what has been right in front of him all the time. When his sister's games are over, he vows as he stares at the remains of a smashed coffin, chest heaving with anger-guilt-terror, he'll repeat those words a third time.

And Molly will never have to question whether or not he means them.

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SHERLOLLY APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 ↳ Day 5: Emotional Moment

“Game” for @sherlockchallenge

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SHERLOLLY APPRECIATION WEEK 2024

↳ Day 3: Tropes/ Alternative Universe

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Hounded

Canon Compliant Morgue Moments: Missing/potential scene set during "The Hounds of Baskerville". Sherlock has admitted to seeing the hound after denying doing so, admitted to being scared, deduced the inn's occupants, and finished his manic episode by sneering that he doesn't have friends. At that point, John storms out, and later Sherlock texts him about Henry's therapist. So it seems he's calmed down a bit - perhaps because he made a quick mobile call to the one person who might be able to talk him down?

"Yes, Sherlock? What do you -"

Molly frowned into her phone as Sherlock's excited babbling interrupted her question. "Wait, slow down, what's this about a hound?" she finally managed to break in. "Where are you?" Her frown deepened, lines creased between her brows and head tilted to the side as she attempted to hold the mobile between shoulder and cheek. Whatever Sherlock had called her about - what kind of hound, she wondered briefly - bassett, blood, or beagle? - she still only had about a half-hour to finish eating before she had to get started on her next autopsy.

"A hound, Molly! An enormous hound! I saw it, but I couldn't have seen it - it's not possible! I lied and said I didn't see it, but I did and John thinks I'm crazy, I know he does!"

Sherlock was as close to panicky babbling as she'd ever heard him. "Sherlock, whatever you are, it's not crazy," she said as firmly as she could as Sherlock took what almost sounded like a sobbing breath. She took a calming breath of her own. "Do you have a list?"

Silence greeted her question, a silence that was broken finally by the sound of a ragged breath being drawn - immediately followed by a sardonic bark of laughter. "It's not drugs, Molly, at least nothing that I intended…"

He fell silent again, but Molly waited patiently, grabbing a quick forkful of her lasagna as she did so. If Sherlock said it wasn't drugs, then it wasn't drugs, but clearly her question had set off a train of thought he was currently following. If he'd been standing in front of her, she fancied he'd be staring off into the distance the way he did when his mind was racing to a conclusion, possibly with his fingers waving a bit in front of his face.

That little quirk was one she'd always found endearing, made him seem that much more human than the cold-blooded deducing machine he seemed to want everyone to believe him to be.

She knew better, or thought she did. Hoped she did, anyway, even though he'd pretty thoroughly shot her down the one time she'd worked up the nerve to ask him for coffee. Had he really misunderstood her, or-

"That's it! Of course!" Molly nearly dropped the phone, and did drop her fork onto the floor. Luckily she always kept a spare one on hand, never knew when it might come in useful!. So she fished it out of her handbag and started to ask Sherlock what this call was about when he abruptly ended the call.

She glared down at her mobile in annoyance. It was a good thing she lo-liked him a great deal! she thought in total exasperation. Sherlock and his games. Well, probably it was something to do with a case but honestly, one of these days she was going to get fed up enough to demand that he answer a question for her before she answered one of his!

oOo

Back in Dartmoor, Sherlock grinned as he flipped his mobile in the air and caught it one-handed. As he typed in a quick message to John, he found his thoughts wandering back to his brief conversation with Molly. She'd been wide of the mark, thinking he was back on the sweeties, but he had to acknowledge her right to question him about it. And, he further acknowledged, as he waited for John's response, it was that question that had brought things back into focus for him.

John might be the person who most frequently managed to nudge Sherlock's intellect in the right direction by means of his own ignorance, but he was hardly the only person.

He frowned at the thought; it was dangerously close to sentiment, and hadn't he just told John that he didn't have friends? He wasn't sure why it was a bad idea to think of Molly that way, but told himself that he didn't have time for such nonsense at the moment. He was on a case, and his feelings about Molly Hooper - not that he had any - could be safely ignored.

Or deleted. After all, what danger could there possibly be in removing anything he didn't need from the well-oiled machine that was his mind?

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 3: Alternate Universe

With 15 min to spare based on my time zone, I got this one shot done and posted! 😅 I’m really happy with this one and so glad that SAW gave me the excuse to actually write this idea I had a few weeks ago, which I explain more in the author’s note. Hope you guys enjoy this one! 🪦

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Undercover

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024, Day 3 Trope : Fake Dating Barely proof read this, so sorry for any mistakes lol, enjoy!

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Sherlock, I said no.”

“Molly, you agreed to this.”

She stared at the man sitting across from her, annoyance radiating through her body as she stared at him. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “I am not dancing with you.”

Clearing his throat, he stood up and straightened his jacket before walking around the table to extend his hand out to her. “Yes, my dear, you are.” He stared down at her, a mask of control. “Molly,” he dropped to a whisper, “this is the best chance for us to be close to the masterminds…it’s for the case.”

She huffed out a sigh through her nose and dramatically slapped her hand into his, rising to her feet.

“Fine. But only for the case.” She fixed a soft smile on her lips and allowed herself to be led to the hotel dance floor.

“Remember, you’re in love with me,” he whispered, letting his lips graze her ear. “We need people to believe that.”

She shook her head as she gave a disbelieving laugh, her fake smile selling the “love” façade. “You’re ridiculous.”  

“How so?” He kept his voice low and face close to hers, but his eyes remained locked on their targets.

“I told you I was done with this fake relationship stuff for cases…yet here we are.” She knew her anger towards him was only partially justified – she should have backed out as soon as he said the word fiancé – but being angry at him was easier than admitting to herself why she kept saying yes to him.

“You’ve enjoyed helping me with previous cases," he said as he continued to gently move them around the dance area. “I am not sure why this case is any different.”

She shook her head before resting her temple on his shoulder, looking away from him. “You know why,” she muttered, feeling tired.

Sherlock’s swaying stopped for a moment before he started moving again. “I assure you, I do not.”

She pressed her eyes tightly together and took a deep breath. Centering herself, she lifted her head, this time a genuine smile, although sad, sat on her lips. He looked at her, slightly taken a back by the abrupt change in demeaner. “What did you say the masterminds were looking for? Happy couples?”

“Delirious with infatuation and out of touch with reality, specifically,” he responded.

“Well then, happy we shall be.”

...

“My goodness!” The woman slapped the table as she giggled. “You two are just the most delightful creatures! Do you think we’ve met any other couples as delightful, honey?” she asked as she turned to the man on her right.

“No, you are right my dear. These two are some of the best people we’ve yet to meet here.” The couple shared a look that was not missed by Sherlock or Molly. “I say, we would love to have you two join us tomorrow night for a special gathering we are having.” He slid a card across the table to Sherlock. “9pm.”

“We’ll be there!” Sherlock took the card and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

“Sounds lovely!” Molly nodded in agreement.

“Well, looks like we should be turning in.” The man gestured to the clock on the wall. “Honey?” He held his hand out as he stood and she took it.

“Oh, yes.” She smiled brightly at Sherlock and Molly. “I look forward to seeing you both there tomorrow.”

“Wouldn’t miss it!” Molly said, only letting the smile drop from her face after they were out of sight.

“Come on.” Sherlock stood and ushered Molly back to their master suite.

“I think that went well,” Molly said once they were back in the room as she started to take off her heels.

“What did you mean when you said, you know why?” Sherlock’s question caught her off guard and she struggled to not slip as she worked her heels off.

“Sherlock…” she trailed off, not sure what to say as he stared at her. Finally, she shrugged and sat on the end of the bed. “You know, I just had a long week and this case was kind of bad timing.”

“No.”

She gave him a questioning look.

“Last case…I kissed you while we were undercover.” He took a couple of steps closer to her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“But I’d done that before.”

“Yes.” She shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

“And those didn’t bother you.” He moved so he was standing directly in front of her and she had to tilt her head up to look at him.

“Sherlock?” She was unsure where his line of questioning was going.

“This kiss was different because…” this time he trailed off and she could tell he was replaying that night in his mind.

They had been colleagues turned friends for a long time, but Sherlock didn’t often open up about his private life and on that case he had. She had then shared back and something had shifted between them. And while she had always enjoyed kissing Sherlock, even just for pretend, this kiss felt different. The next week she told him she could no longer be his undercover dating partner.

Dropping to his knees, he took her hands in his. “It was different because…I was different?”

She nodded silently. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. “It wasn’t that you were actually different – you were still Sherlock. But you were Sherlock who let me in…which you so rarely do.”

His eyes flicked to her lips and he hesitated a moment, before leaning in and kissing her. It was soft and gentle but still made her head rush and when he pulled back, she smiled brightly at him. “I’ve always liked kissing you,” he admitted. “When you told me you couldn’t be my undercover dating partner anymore, I am ashamed to admit the disappointment I felt at the idea of no longer having an excuse to kiss you.”

He captured her lips again and kissed her soundly until both their hands were tangled in each other’s hair. Breaking apart, Sherlock slid into the spot on the bed next to her before kissing her again. And again…and again.

When they finally broke apart, Molly spoke, “Maybe we don’t have to pretend to be together anymore.”

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Stop looking at me like that...

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024, Day 2 Canon Divergent

I wrote this a little while back, but these two and this situation are one of my favorite canon divergent moments

Sherlock paced back and forth in the living room of 221B. This had seemed like such a good idea a week ago but now that the time was here, he was sure that they were making a mistake.

Why on earth would she want me? What do I have to offer her?! I’m just going to ruin it and make her hate me in the end! I’ll never be go –

“Sherlock?” Molly’s soft voice stopped him in his tracks. “Are you okay?” Her brow furrowed in concern.

“Just…over thinking,” he admitted. Turning to look at her properly his worries completely slipped away. “You look beautiful.”

“Is the dress okay?” she asked as she looked down, her nose crinkled in the cute way he liked. “I know it’s a tad on the bright side…but I liked it.” She brushed her hands over the soft yellow material, smoothing it out.

“Its perfect.” He stepped over to her and wrapped one arm around her waist. “You could have worn your lab coat and I would have been happy.” He ran a finger over her eyebrow and down her cheek.

“You’re happy?” she whispered, a smile spreading across her own face.

“Mmhm,” he hummed as he brushed his nose against hers. “Very happy.” Pressing a kiss to her lips, he held her tightly, reminding himself that she was choosing this, choosing him. “I love you,” he said as he broke away from her lips.

“I love you too,” she breathed happily, looking up at him. Then his eyes held hers and for a moment Molly couldn’t breathe.

“Stop looking at me like that…my knees can’t take much more,” she giggled, looking away.

“Like what?” He gently hooked a finger under her chin and brought her eyes back up to his.

“Like that,” she sighed. “The way you look at me…” she shook her head, before looking back up, “Sometimes I have a hard time comprehending that it’s me you’re looking at.” He frowned at her as he gently rubbed her back. “What is it?”

His frown deepened for a moment before he spoke, “I often question why you would choose me.”

“Because you’re you,” she smiled as she pushed up on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“And you, my love, are breathtaking.” Tightening his hold on her, he kissed her softly at first, deepening it as she clung to him too, only separating when both had run out of air.

“You still want to do this then?” She smiled as she adjusted his tie.

“Marry you? Of course.”

#saw24 #day2saw24

[sherlollyappreciationweek]

Sherlolly Appreciation Week- Day 2, Monday, March 25th- Canon Divergence

Hi! This isn’t a new fic, it’s actually four years old now. But it definitely popped in my head when I thought about canon divergence, since this fic features a very different outcome for Mary, which heavily involves Molly (and of course sherlolly!). Hope you enjoy it if you haven’t gotten to read it already!

#saw24 #day2saw24

[sherlollyappreciationweek]

Sherlolly Week 2024 starts today!

Sherlollians, today is the start of our Appreciation Week! Make sure you tag those fanworks with sherlollyweek2024 and I will get them reblogged 🙂

I have also started a collection on AO3 - let me know if you have any issues with that.

Go forth to appreciate and celebrate 💛

#sherlollyweek2024 #sherlolly