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musicprincess1990 · 1 year

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week - Day 5

Sorry I'm late (again), but here's the promised Musician AU!

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In Perfect Harmony

Very few people knew of Molly’s musical talent, let alone that it had made her a local celebrity. Her name and her eight-year-old face had been on every tabloid and newspaper in England for a solid six months, as she toured alongside the London Philharmonic. Child prodigy Margaret Hooper was on track to become a world-famous violinist, among the ranks of Heifetz, Kreisler, and Perlman. The violin was her life, her purpose, her first true love.

Until the pain started, and she was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome.

Molly didn’t touch her violin for years, even after she had healed. Eventually, though, she picked it back up, but she only played for herself (and perhaps a few nosy neighbours who might have been listening). Never in public, nor even in front of her family. Her once legendary talent had all but slipped away, and though she was still good (as far as she knew), she certainly wasn’t as good. But the joy of simply playing again was all she needed.

She never told a soul. Not her uni mates, none of her boyfriends, not even Sherlock Holmes (although expected he knew just by looking at her). It was somehow comforting to have that secret, and to have music as an escape when she needed it.

Today, she most definitely needed it.

Molly sighed and rolled her shoulders backward in an effort to relax. She couldn’t precisely say why she was in such a foul mood, nothing bad had happened (for her, that is, no doubt the families of her post-mortems would disagree). By all accounts, it had been a perfectly normal day, and yet she felt somehow on edge… restless. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it felt like something was about to happen.

At that point, Molly was tired of thinking, and more than ready to lose herself in music. She pulled her violin out from her closet and brought it to the sitting room. After applying rosin to the bowstrings, she adjusted the tuning, then tucked the instrument beneath her chin and began to play. The effect was instantaneous. As she coaxed the melody from the strings, all that tension at her back and shoulders washed away, and she let out another sigh. Her eyes fell closed as she slipped into a sort of trance-like state, and all but the music fell away.

As she drew out the final note of the piece, she returned to the here and now, smiling softly and feeling infinitely more at peace. She lowered bow and violin, turning to put them back into their case when—

“SODDING HELL!!”

Molly barely managed to keep from unceremoniously dropping her violin, though the bow was not so lucky, and shot across the room, clattering against a wall, then the floor. Her free hand then flew to her mouth on a reflex, due to the shock of realizing she wasn’t alone.

There stood none other than Sherlock bloody Holmes, staring at her like she’d sprouted an extra head.

Well. So much for the secret.

Molly heaved her third sigh of the night and went to retrieve her bow. “Sherlock, how many times have I asked you not to barge in unannounced?”

He didn’t answer immediately, and she could almost feel his eyes boring a hole into her skull while she put her violin and bow back in the case. When she finally faced him again, he said, “I called twice. You didn’t answer.”

Frowning in confusion, Molly slid a hand into her pocket, only to find her phone wasn’t there, and she realized she’d left it in her room. “Oh,” she said lamely. “Sorry, I… forgot I didn’t have my phone on me.”

Sherlock said nothing, just stared.

“Erm…” she began awkwardly, “so… what do you need?”

Another few moments of uncomfortable staring, and finally, he spoke, but instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own. “Why did you never tell me you played the violin?”

Not particularly wanting to discuss the whole complicated truth, Molly simply shrugged and said, “I thought you knew.”

“How would I have known?” he shot back irritably.

“The same way you know everything about everybody else,” she shrugged again. “I thought you would have deduced it.”

“Well, I didn’t,” he snapped, and it all became clear. He had missed something. By his own admission, he always missed something, but no matter how true that statement might be, it still bothered him when he did. Especially when it was something important, and this, she supposed, was important to him. And judging by the way he still stared at her, he wasn’t happy with the answer she gave him.

“I don’t tell anyone,” she finally continued. “No one outside of my family knows… except you, now.”

“Why?”

Molly had lost count of how many times she’d sighed in the last fifteen minutes, but she let out yet another. “If I’m going to have this conversation with you, I’m going to need wine.”

He rolled his eyes, but left the sitting room and made his way to her kitchen. Molly followed and went straight for the cupboard, where she opened a new bottle of merlot. She pulled out two glasses, raised her eyebrows at him in a wordless question, and at his nod, set one of them in front of him and filled both. His eyes never left her as she took a gratuitous sip, nor as he took a much smaller one from his own glass. Molly took another few swigs before setting hers down, finally ready to talk.

“I started playing the violin at two. My mum and dad told me I’d always loved watching characters and performers on telly who played, and they bought me a toy violin one Christmas. Apparently, I never let it out of my sight, and was constantly playing. At first, I expect it was just random noise, but then I started copying what I heard on telly… and I was good. Within a few years, I was old enough to start lessons, and I excelled. By the time I was eight years old, I was considered a prodigy, and was invited to play with the Philharmonic. I had a good six months as their featured artist.

Here, Molly paused, taking another rather large swallow of her wine. “Then I started having pain in my wrist.” She lifted her left hand and pointed to the spot in question, just on the underside of her wrist.

“Carpal tunnel,” he guessed, and she nodded.

“My parents tried to get me to stop playing, but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t imagine not playing the violin, it was everything to me. But one night, while on stage, it got so bad that I couldn’t play. I tried—God, I tried so hard—but I just couldn’t.”

She bit her lip as the bitter memories flashed through her mind, and finally forced out, “Within a week, the Philharmonic had found a replacement violinist. I was utterly destroyed, depressed for months, and my parents were worried I would harm myself. I didn’t… but I thought about it,” she admitted in a small voice. “It took several weeks of physiotherapy, and years of counselling, for me to heal. And it took even longer before I could even think of playing again. In fact it… it took my father asking me to play at his funeral. I had to rent out a violin that fit me, I’d long since outgrown the one I played as a girl, but I played ‘Danny Boy’ for him, one of his favourite songs. I expect he knew that would reawaken my love for music, and for the violin. And it did… but I still haven’t had the courage to perform.”

Having finished her tale, Molly downed the remaining contents of her glass, then poured another generous helping.

Sherlock, who had hardly touched his wine, took a thoughtful sip. “I suppose I understand why you kept it a secret in general… but why didn’t you tell me?”

Molly shrank back a bit, wrapping her arms around her middle. For a moment, she considered lying to him, telling him that the thought simply hadn’t occurred to her. But lying had never been her strong suit, and even if it were, he would still have seen through it. Still, she knew the words she was about to say would hurt him… almost as much as they would hurt her.

“You already criticise my jokes, my appearance, my taste in men—ironic, that,” she interjected. “I just couldn’t bear to have you criticise this, too.”

Sherlock was silent for a long time, and Molly kept her gaze firmly fixed on her hands, not wanting to see the pity and derision she was sure would be written all over his face. But then she saw him move from the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t help but look up as he stepped closer to her. And in his eyes, she found no trace of pity, not an ounce of derision… but an ocean’s worth of remorse.

“I am sorry, Molly,” he said in a low, serious voice. “I have never wanted to hurt you.”

She smiled sadly at him. “I know.”

His eyes flicked back and forth between hers before he spoke again. “Let me be clear on a few things. First of all, your jokes are ridiculous and groan-worthy, but nevertheless, they’ve always made me smile. Your taste in clothing is… curious, but in fact it suits you, and believe me, you have no reason to be at all insecure about your figure. As to your taste in men…” He took another step toward her, coming within arm’s reach, and forcing her to tip her head back to meet his eye. “To own the truth… the only real problem I’ve ever had with the men in your life is that none of them were me.”

Molly’s mouth fell open. “I… you… what?”

Sherlock’s lips twitched as he fought a smile. “Perhaps I haven’t been clear enough.”

And then those lips were on hers, and his hands bunched the fabric of her jumper as they curled into fists at her back. Molly heard a breathless moan as she buried her fingers in his curls, and only belatedly realized it had come from her. His tongue poked out and sought entrance, which she most happily obliged and moaned yet again as he tasted her. She gave as good as she got, and soon he was moaning right along with her.

It wasn’t until he hoisted her up onto the worktop that they broke apart, and Molly put a hand on his chest to stop him. Beneath the layers of clothing, she could feel his heart racing in rhythm with her own, and his eyes, wide and hungry and unfocused, found hers in an unspoken question.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.

Sherlock looked down bashfully—something she never thought she would see him do. “I don’t think I realized it until tonight… when I heard you playing. I had no idea, not in the slightest, and it irked me to think I had missed it, but even more so that you hadn’t even told me.” He sighed, bowing his head. “Not good, I know… but it’s the truth. And the thought that you’d been keeping this secret from me, while the likes of Tim—”

“Tom,” she corrected him.

“—Irrelevant,” he waved her off, “or even dear ‘Jim from IT’ knew about it—”

“They didn’t, I never told them either.”

“Well, I know that now,” he huffed.

Molly let out a giggle and brushed her hands over the lapels of his jacket. “You’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

His eyes narrowed. “I am neither adorable nor jealous.” “Yes, you are,” she grinned, and before he could argue, she yanked on his lapels and kissed him again, and he responded in kind. No more words were needed as they fumbled their way to her bedroom. They were as they had been so often before: in perfect harmony.

#sherlolly appreciation week 2023 #sherlollyweek2023 #sherlolly #musician au #molly plays the violin #sherlock is dumbstruck #the ending is sappy as hell #may change it later #but for now this is what you get

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mollyappreciationweek · 5 months

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And the AO3 collection is now open for the 2023 Molly Hooper Appreciation Week Prompt-A-Thon!

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miz-joelys-sherlollilists · 1 year

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Latest & Greatest Sherlollbrary Additions - Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2023 Edition

By @writingwife-83:

Awaken (Rated K+, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Fantasy/Supernatural, Fairy Tale AU (Sleeping Beauty) AO3 2023

Balance (Rated K+, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Sci-Fi, Star Wars AO3 2023

Dead Center (Rated K+, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Flower Shop/ Coffeshop AU, Different Jobs AO3 2023

Falling for You (Rated K, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Different Jobs, Historicalock Library AU, Professor!lock AO3 2023

That’s a Wrap (Rated T, One-Shot) SAW 2023, The Arts, Reichenbach Inspired, Different Jobs (Actor/Hairdresser) AO3 2023

Wifey’s Sherlolly Week ‘23 (Collection) SAW 2023 AO3 2023

By @musicprincess1990:

Bon Appétit (Rated K+, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Different Jobs, Cooking AO3 2023

Different (Rated K+, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Different Jobs, Professor!lock, Undercover Sherlock AO3 2023

The Dream That You Wish (Rated K, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Fairy Tale AU (Cinderella), Adapt/Crossover AO3 2023

Her (Rated K, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Fantasy/Supernatural, Fairy Tale AU (Little Mermaid), Adapt/ Crossover, Merlock AO3 2023

In Perfect Harmony (Rated T, One-Shot) SAW 2023, The Arts AO3 2023

Once Upon a Dream (Rated K, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Fantasy/ Supernatural, Fairy Tale AU (Sleeping Beauty) AO3 2023

SAW 2023 Collection (Collection) SAW 2023 AO3 2023

By @hobbitsdoitbetter:

The Sealskin Husband (Rated K, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Post TFP tumblr 2023

His Knight In Shining Armour (Rated K+, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Post TFP, Godparents tumblr 2023

The Professor & The Librarian (Rated K+, One-Shot) SAW 2023, Professor!lock, Different Jobs tumblr 2023

By @englandsgray:

Windsor (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) SAW 2023, Post TFP, Casefic AO3 2023

#latest and greatest sherlollilist additions #sherlolly appreciation week 2023 #go shoo read!

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elennemigo · 1 month

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SHERLOLLY APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 ↳ Day 5: Emotional Moment

“Game” for @sherlockchallenge

#sherlock #bbc Sherlock #sherlockedit #sherlolly #sherlollyedit #benedict cumberbatch #louise brealey #sherlock holmes #molly hooper #sherlollyweek2024 #sherlockchallenge #tvedit #tvgifs #elegifs #second post for both events! boom! ☺️

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sherlollyappreciationweek · 3 months

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024

Get excited Sherlollians because a new appreciation week is on its way! This will be our 10th year in a row of celebrating our favorite science nerds – I can’t believe we have been doing this for 10 years!!! My little nerd heart is so happy you are all still here celebrating with me!

This year we are focusing on your favorite Sherlolly moments, both canon and those headcanons or moments found in fanfics and fanart. Please feel free to use the prompts however you are inspired, meaning the canon prompts do not have to lead to creations that are still canon compliant, nor do you simply have to “answer” the question of the Headcanon prompt…let your creativity fly! I want to see all of the meta, GIF sets, photo edits or manips, fanart, and fanfiction pieces you can create!

Keep an eye out for the tag: ‘sherlollyweek2024’. I will post any updates or news about the appreciation week under that tag! That will also be the tag that you use when you post your response to the daily prompts. Can’t wait to see what you lovelies come up with!

#sherlollyweek2024 #sherlolly #signal boost

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sherlollyandspoilers · 1 month

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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.”

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“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.”

#sherlolly #sherlollyweek2024

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vevove-fics · 1 year

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Hello. I kinda forgot to post this for the sherlolly appreciation week, so I'm sorry about that. here's them dancing!

#fanart #my art #sherlolly

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mel-loves-all · 1 year

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2023. Day 3 Prompt: Chef/Restaurant.

They had only been dating for two months, but Molly Hooper had become his world. Sherlock could not help but make all her favorite dishes for her. His reputation for being a Top Michelin Starred Chef meant nothing to him as he made whatever she was craving. From a full English Breakfast, Shepherd’s Pie or a Victoria Sponge Cake. The smiles she gave him after enjoying his meals warmed and stole his heart each and every time.

#sherlolly #sherlollyweek2023 #molly hooper x sherlock #mollock #sherlolly gifs #molly x sherlock #my sherlolly gifs

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englandsgray · 1 year

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Windsor 💝❤️

One last very Sherlolly chapter 🥰 Enjoy - and happy Friday! Xx

@sherlollyappreciationweek 🙏❤

#sherlock #bbc sherlock #sherlolly #read on ao3 #sherlolly fic #sherlolly appreciation week

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mizjoely · 4 months

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MHAW Prompt #2: temul (mongolian) - (v.) signifies a sense of creativity and passion; to rush headlong, to be inspired, to have creative thoughts, and even to take a flight of fancy

To Rush Headlong/A Flight of Fancy

He stood on the ledge, staring down as the wind blew his hair into disarray, down, down, down to the pavement below where his passion for the truth - and, yes, his own arrogance - had led him.

I owe you a fall, Sherlock.

Moriarty was dead, brains blown grey and grisly on the roof behind him. But the moment had been prepared for - why did that ring a faint bell in his memory? Was he echoing someone else's words, yes, a character from a nearly forgotten childhood favorite show, someone else who was dying, who had taken a fall but was about to be reborn.

Project Lazarus is a go.

Mycroft believed they had everything under control, but what was control, really? Nothing but an illusion. Even now, anything could go wrong; people failed - look, there was John Watson, stepping out of a cab as Sherlock slowly, slowly raised his mobile to his ear and spoke the lies that would cause his friend so much grief.

Lies that could all too easily become the truth; there were so many factors, so many variables in this chancy subterfuge the Brothers Holmes were undertaking...

I don't count.

He steadied himself with a breath.

There was one variable he could absolutely rely upon with rock-solid certainty, bone-deep and undeniable.

You've always counted and I've always trusted you.

Governments might crumble, financial institutions crash, consulting criminals blow their own brains out on a whim, but nothing could shake his absolute faith in her.

What do you need?

"You," he whispered as he flung his mobile aside, raised his arms..

...and jumped.

This leap of faith, in the end, was no leap at all, and he fell, secure in the knowledge that all would go exactly to plan, if only because Molly Hooper had been so integral to those plans.

John Watson would grieve, but Sherlock Holmes would live - because Molly would always, always be there to catch him when he fell.

#sherlolly #molly hooper appreciation week 2023

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writingwife-83 · 1 month

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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!

#sherlollyweek2024 #saw day 2: canon divergence #sherlolly #mary watson #s4 divergence #post s4 #I reread this when I thought of it #ngl it was better than I remembered lol

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musicprincess1990 · 1 year

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week - Day 6

This was a lot harder than expected, I had to really reach for the slightest inspiration for any of today’s SAW prompts. I finally managed the beginnings of a Little Mermaid AU, very short, but it’s all I can come up with tonight. Maybe I’ll continue it later—and that’s a soft maybe, more of a probably not, but I don’t want to say a definite no. Anyway, thanks for reading!

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Her

Sherlock’s head throbbed painfully as he slowly regained consciousness. Memories of the night before gradually came to the front of his mind. The hurricane… a strike of lightning… an explosion of gunpowder... the waves pushing him down, down, down… the knowledge that he was going to die…

…And a voice.

A feminine voice, light and ethereal and beautiful, singing softly in his ear.

Wait… that wasn’t just a memory…

Sherlock pried his eyes open, but was immediately forced to close them against the aggressive light of the sun. There was a soft gasp, the sound of sand shifting beside him, and a shadow appeared, shielding him from the sun’s rays. Opening his eyes once again, he saw his saviour.

She was…

…A mermaid?

The next moment, he heard a loud voice call from far away, and his saviour gasped again, disappearing from view. Unfortunately, that also meant the sun was in his eyes again, and he shut them tightly against the painful brightness. When he was finally able to open them once more, he saw no trace of her whatsoever. No tracks in the sand, no scales or shells left behind… nothing. Had he imagined her?

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As the days and weeks passed following the ill-fated voyage, Sherlock tried to put her out of his head, to convince himself that she was a figment of his imagination. But night after night, she visited his dreams. Sometimes she had a tail, others a perfectly normal pair of legs. Always, though, she sang for him, her exquisite voice calling to him, beckoning him to come and find her.

Oh, that he could.

Many times over, he had nearly organized a search party to find this mysterious maiden… only to talk himself out of it yet again. Surely, if she were real, she would have sought him out by now, if for no other reason than to be sure he was well. There had been such a look of concern and kindness in her eyes… those wide, warm, beautiful brown eyes… but he supposed he must have imagined that, too. His mystery maid was not real. It was as simple as that.

Sherlock found himself wandering the shore late one night, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. It was mad, it was ridiculous, it was entirely unlike him, and truth be told, he had looked for her almost every day. And every day, he returned home disappointed.

Until…

Something moved in the corner of his eye, and he followed it, startled to see a pair of bare feet sticking out from behind a large rock. He cautiously stepped closer, never taking his eyes off those feet, until he rounded the boulder… and all the breath escaped him in a loud whoosh. A young woman lay sleeping, wrapped in what looked to be a sail, her hair fanned out around her head like a crown. But not just any young woman.

It was her.

#sherlolly appreciation week 2023 #sherlollyweek2023 #sherlolly #little mermaid au #very very short #just a drabble #can't promise to continue it #but i won't discount the possibility #just one more day

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