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It's been an age since I've posted anything new. But I wanted to send out a hug to all of you that are still here with me.
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September prompt: foggy mornings -- Sherlolly
Just a little bit of nostalgia for Molly.
Foggy Mornings - There's something about foggy mornings that draws Molly to the window of Sherlock's bedroom.
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There was something about foggy mornings that drew her to the window of Sherlock’s bedroom to watch people emerge through the fog onto the street below. She didn’t have any view like that at her home and it was her favorite part of staying with him.
She’d slip on whatever shirt he’d discarded the night before, maybe slip on her socks if her feet were cold, and sit on a chair by the windowsill, looking out below. Sometimes Sherlock would wake up and entice her back to bed with the promise of a morning cuddle or a mind-blowing orgasm; other times he’d fail and he’d stalk out of his room with a quilt wrapped around his naked form, coming back with two coffees and joining her until the fog dispersed for the morning.
She never told him that that was the real reason she sold her home and moved in with him at Baker Street when they decided cohabitation was better than bedroom bouncing, that it reminded her of early mornings with her father when they would watch Bozeat rise up from the fog before she’d get ready to go to school, a cup of cocoa with ten mini marshmallows tight in her grasp, her back against her father’s chest as they sat on the window seat. There was something simple about those times, and getting to recapture even a fraction of that feeling meant the world to her.
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25 and 74 😉
Fairy Tale AU/Huddling for Warmth
Sherlock and Molly are caught in an unexpected and unrelenting blizzard as a magical east wind sweeps across the land. They are forced to take shelter for the night in a tiny cottage in the mountains as they try to devise a plan to break the spell and end this eternal winter.
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💘 Happy Valentine's Day 💘
*early morning, Bart's*
Molly: *enters her office; yawning*
Molly: *spots a coffee and fairy cake on her desk, the cake has yellow and black icing with a tiny marzipan bee marzipan saying 'bee mine'*
Molly: *smiles; halves the cake*
*a few hours later*
Sherlock: *enters the lab*
Sherlock: *finds a fresh coffee and half the bee fairy cake at his bench with a note reading 'I already am, honey'*
Sherlock: *smiles* So does this mean you've made your decision?
Molly: *leaning against the bench; shrugs* I suppose living together wouldn't be so bad.
Sherlock: *nods* I'm pleased to hear it *kisses her*
#sherlolly#mollock#dating!lolly#fluff!lolly#sherlollytextchats#Sherlock & Molly: *cuddling on their sofa*#Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* It's just another day Molly.#Molly: *chuckles* You still remembered.#Sherlock: *sighs* It's important to you.#Molly: *kisses his cheek* Thank you for the cake. It was cute.#Sherlock: Thank you for the 'moving in' sex.#Molly: *blushes* You don't need to thank me for that.#John: *typing on his laptop* Do you have to-#Sherlock: You could always go home. We haven't finished celebrating yet-#John: *grabs his coat* See you *legs it*
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Pulling Strings by @aunt-didi
When Molly gets an unusual and disturbing phone call from Sherlock one afternoon, she feels something is greatly amiss and opts to investigate for herself.
#Sherlolly#my edits#for auntdidi#so difficult to find the right cuddling image lol#that last photo is BC but idk who the girl is lol
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Latest & Greatest Sherlollbrary Additions 12/27/21
Caught in the Rain by mizjoely (Rated K+, One-Shot) Flufftober 2021, Established Sherlolly, Sherlolly in the Rain, Wearing His Clothes AO3 2021
Cuddling and Snuggling by mizjoely (Rated T, One-Shot) Flufftober 2021, Post TFP, Love American (Sherlolly) Style AO3 2021
Emotional Context by Slightly Brazilian (Rated T, One-Shot) Alt TFP, Hurt/Comfort ff.net 2021
Hold Me In Your Arms by mizjoely (Rated K+, One-Shot) Flufftober 2021, Post TFP, Songfic AO3 2021
Love is Christmas by mychakk (Rated T, One-Shot) Post TFP, Christmas, Songfic AO3 2021
One Last Case by Imagination500 (Rated T, One-Shot) Post FTP, Christmas AO3 2021
Serendipitous by SimplyShelbs16 (Rated T, One-Shot) Historicalock (Victorian), Christmas AO3 2021
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the rhythm that governs
I took a nap and my brain narrated it in Sherlolly. Also, I was bored and this has no actual plot so I used all the synonyms for hug that I could fit in (the ones that made sense anyway; thesaurus.com is doing me a frighten).
Title is from TS Eliot’s ‘A Dedication to My Wife’. The full line is “And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime/The breathing in unison”.
Sherlock eases open the bedroom door, peering carefully at the lump under the duvet, counting the beats between slow inhales and exhales. Satisfied, he slips into the room, toes off his shoes and out of his jacket, and climbs into the empty side of the bed.
This is a habit he's acquired whenever Molly pulls the graveyard shift. She doesn't often, but her routine for it never varies: breakfast for her and Toby (eggs and a tin of wet food, respectively) when she gets home from work, then a long nap to get her through the rest of the day so she can go to sleep at her normal time.
Molly knows that Sherlock sneaks into her bed, she's caught him enough times, but he's fairly certain that she doesn't know the real reason why.
As soon as the mattress dips, Molly rolls towards him, snuggling into his chest with a slurred, "Sh'lock." He knows without checking that she's still asleep.
Sherlock relaxes back into the pillow, encircling her in his arms. Molly nuzzles her face into his neck, soft breaths puffing over his collar, one arm slung over his stomach. One of her knees slips up to insert itself between his thighs as she cuddles closer.
Really not the time, Sherlock tells his hopeful erection, although it takes an image of Mycroft and the Queen that he's going to have to thoroughly scrub out of his mind palace later to subdue it.
Cradling her against his chest, Sherlock presses his nose into her hair, closing his eyes while he floats, enveloped by her scent and warmth, thinking of nothing.
She shifts against him, trying to resettle because the button in his collar is jabbing her uncomfortably. It's unfortunate, but the time she caught him in bed with her in only his pants, she'd been strangely disapproving, so now he has to keep his clothes on.
Carefully, ever so carefully, he nudges her to turn around. Molly clings and clutches and grumbles but doesn't wake. Sherlock murmurs something indistinguishable as words, but soothing enough to reassure her he isn't going, and she gives in, rolling over to curl on her side.
Sherlock folds his lankier form around her, fitting his knees into the vee made by her legs and wrapping his arms around her again. He finds one of her hands and entwines their fingers together, resting them against her chest.
He matches her breaths, breathing out when she breathes in and vice versa. He doesn't let himself doze off; some things, like cases and especially this, are more important than sleep. When Molly is safely enfolded in his embrace, he feels like nothing can go wrong in the world.
There's an hour of peace before Molly's phone on the nightstand sounds its alarm. She tries to reach for it, mostly still asleep, but her hand is still locked in his grasp. Belatedly, reluctantly, Sherlock disentangles them, letting Molly sit up and shut off the noise.
"Nice nap?" Sherlock says mildly, also sitting up.
"Mmph," she agrees, rubbing her face. Her hair's a mess, her shirt has slipped off one shoulder, there's a crease on her face from the pillow, and she's stunningly lovely. "I slept really well, actually."
Molly's eyes meet his, just for a split second, then drop away.
"So." She clears her throat. "You've got a case?"
Of course that's why she thinks he's here.
"Yeah," he says, watching her openly as she slides off the bed, stretching out her kinks. "It's a ten."
#sherlolly#I wrote a thing#fic stuff#cuddle!lock#pretentious poetry titles#I just really love Eliot okay#someday I should archive these ficlets on ao3
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The 12 Days of Sherlolly are back!
Welcome to The 12 Days of Sherlolly. From December 26th to January 6th, we will be showcasing your winter or Christmas themed Sherlolly fic and art.
Will our favorite couple cuddle together in front of a roaring fire at 221B? Are there snowball fights in Mummy and Daddy Holmes’ garden? Will someone be visited by the Ghost of Christmas Future?
Has someone stepped under the mistletoe? An unexpected blizzard? Cuddling to stay warm? Silly, sweet, or smutty—the Fest is open to it all.
Works can be any rating, any length, any genre, and any medium (art, fic, knitted dolls, videos, etc). However, they must be a Sherlolly work with a Christmas or winter theme.
We will open posting on the 12 Days of Sherlolly collection at Ao3 on December 26th and close it at midnight on January 6th. Authors/artists will be welcome to post their works to the community at any time while it is open. Any works added to the collection will also be shared and featured on the @holidaysat221b tumblr during that period.
Please make note of the change to Rule #6 below. It’s a huge change from years past.
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Worth The Wait
Pairing: Sherlolly (Molly/Sherlock)
Rating: T
Summary: She believes that someone out there, is the right one for her.
When she meets Sherlock and falls heads over heels. And for once, she doesn’t mind if Sherlock isn’t her soulmate, she could love him and be happy. She could spend the rest of her life with him easily enough, even when he is not the easiest person to get along with.
Words: 1068
Notes: For @mousedetective, surprise! I wrote you a Sherlolly! I sincerely hope you like it, happy birthday!
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Molly believes in soulmates.
She believes in them because she knows first hand they exist, her grandparents were soulmates. But she also knows, that any and all sign of your soulmate only appears when both parties are ready. Which is why when she spends the vast majority of her life with a bare wrist, she doesn’t mind.
She believes that someone out there, is the right one for her.
When she meets Sherlock and falls heads over heels. And for once, she doesn’t mind if Sherlock isn’t her soulmate, she could love him and be happy. She could spend the rest of her life with him easily enough, even when he is not the easiest person to get along with.
But Sherlock doesn’t give any indication of returning her affections, so she tucks the love she bears him on a corner of her heart and moves on, dates around and she finds other people to love. But somehow it never really works out. And Sherlock is always there, a constant she doesn’t want to go away, even when it hurts to love him. She still helps him, she’s still his friend even on moments when he’s not very friendly or deserving.
Because if there is one thing she knows, is that you should love people, even when they don’t deserve it, because it’s when they need it the most. And Sherlock embodies that to perfection.
She lives and thrives, and she always comes home to Toby and cuddles with her cat, telling him about work, about her friends, about Sherlock and the love she still holds for him, that one that only seems to grow.
But her wrist remains clear.
Sherlock goes away, dead for all the world to know and she moves on. She falls in love, and does her best to put Sherlock behind her, but it doesn’t work. It ends with a broken heart that isn’t hers.
It all comes to a head with that cursed phone call.
All of hers aches, her heart is beating loudly in her ears. And so strongly, that she feels it will pop out of her chest. But she still manages to get Sherlock to say those three words she has longed for, before she can say them.
Things have changed now, it doesn’t take having Sherlock’s intellect for her to realize that this, this very moment has changed something between them.
As it turns out, it changes more than what she had expected, for a couple of hours later, the words ‘I love you’ are written in blue ink in her left wrist. And she wants to curl and weep. And she knows that Sherlock has the same words and it hurts, because now, everything depends on him. Because she loves him, that love that she tucked aside in her heart comes bursting forth, like a dam collapsing under the sheer strength of the water.
It takes a few days, when everything is calm again that Sherlock knocks at her door. He doesn’t seek her at her work, for which she is thankful, the last thing she wanted is to cry at work. At least here, should things go badly, she’ll have Toby and her bed to weep.
But Sherlock is quiet, serious and solemn in a way she’s never seen him before. She invites him in, and he follows her in silence. And then, she doesn’t know what to say, so they just stare at each other for what it feels the longest time.
Then Sherlock lifts his left wrist and pushes his shirt and jacket up, and the words are there, those three words that match hers perfectly, “When I said you mattered, I meant it.” It’s what he breaks the silence with. “I simply didn’t realize how much.”
And her heart aches, because Sherlock is not easy to love. He’s a difficult man, but one she has loved for a long time now, one she’s not ready to let go. One that she’s willing to fight for. So she lifts her own wrist and shows him her words. “And I meant mine.”
There’s a hint of a smile on Sherlock’s face, one that’s small and hesitant. It’s like if he were afraid. But how he can be, when he faces the worst kind of criminals without any? But then again, risking a heart is never easy. He lowers his hand, “I don’t know what to do,” He admits. “But I am willing to try.”
Her heart soars with those words, because she has waited, she had been patient and now, here he is, giving her what she never expected to get. She smiles, “This is different for me too,” she manages to get out. “But I am willing to take it one day at the time.”
This time Sherlock does smile and comes closer, so close to her that she holds her breath. And he lifts his hands and cups her face, she returns the gesture and caresses his cheekbones. They stare into each other’s eyes, and she marvels at what she sees there. There’s softness and tenderness and love, and she reflected in them. Her vision blurs with tears and she does her best to blink them away.
And then Sherlock leans forward, and catches her lips in a kiss.
One that she returns with all the love she has for him. Her hands leave his face and hold onto him. As if he were an anchor and she desperate to hold onto something to save her life. And they kiss, and kiss until they are both out of breath and only then, they part ways.
But Sherlock remains close, resting his forehead against her. And she feels more at peace than what she’s ever been. “I’m so happy.” She tells him.
Sherlock smiles at her, “Forgive me for making you wait.”
This time, her smile is radiant, and she holds onto Sherlock tighter. “There is nothing to forgive, you’re here now, that’s what matters now.”
And she isn’t lying. The past is gone, they have the future.
Sherlock smiles at her, his hands still cupping her face, “Well then, I’ll do my best to make you happy.”
She closes her eyes, smiles, because Sherlock is stubborn and not someone who quits. He doesn’t know how to. When she opens her eyes again, she plants a small kiss on him, then say, “I know.”
#sherlolly#Sherlock x Molly#Molly Hooper#Sherlock Holmes#sherlock fic#sherlock#au: soulmates#mousedetective
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I've been waiting for this! I have the perfect one in my mind. "You want to cuddle!?"as I see it it could either be Sherlolly or Reylo, but I reaaaaly want to see it as Reylo!
I didn’t get as many Reylo prompts, so I was more than happy to use this for them hehe! I ended up falling in love with this canon divergent scenario. 🥰 (to be clear- there’s either a smaller age gap between them, or Ben is at Luke’s Jedi academy until he’s older than in canon. This is not meant as an underage Rey scenario!)
Rey shifted under her blanket for the umpteenth time, making a noise of frustration as she did.
“We’re never going to get any rest if you keep that up,” Ben hissed.
She glared at his back. “We wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you. You know you’re the one that started this.”
Rey clenched her jaw, recalling the way Master Skywalker had nearly lost his cool with them both after their latest argument. The Jedi Master had pointed angrily toward the mountain nearby the Academy and instructed them to climb it...together. He explained that it was difficult footing and many places required the work of two, and this might just force them to work peacefully, as a team. Ben had let out a little laugh, bringing up the fact that it would take them all day just to get to the top.
Skywalker’s only reply was, “Then I suggest you bring the needed supplies. I expect to see you both back in one piece tomorrow.”
Ben turned over, facing her in the simple shelter.
“If you hadn’t completely lost your cool in front of my uncle and the rest of the students, scavenger, he would never have sent us on this stupid assignment.”
“Isn’t it about time you stop calling me that?” Rey shot back. “I haven’t been a scavenger since I was a child! I’m a Jedi apprentice, same as you. Maybe more so! At least I want to be a Jedi.”
She could just make out Ben rolling his eyes. “Being a Jedi isn’t what you really care about.”
“Pff, you’re delusional!”
“Am I?” Ben propped himself on an elbow, leaning over her a bit. “All you really care about is your twisted dream of family. You’re still just that lonely little girl my father picked up on Jakku, and you can’t get that childish idea out of your head that you’re going to find someone or something to fill that space where your parents were, instead of just moving on with your life and doing something meaningful to you!”
Rey swallowed thickly, his words both infuriating and shaking her to her core.
“You’re a monster,” she managed, hating the way the words shook.
They stared at each other for a moment in the darkness as Rey did her best not to allow emotions to get the best of her. After what felt like an eternity, Ben lay back down.
Rey was trying to blink away a bit of moisture that had gathered in her eyes when she suddenly felt Ben lay his blanket over her.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“We can share this one,” he explained simply, scooting over. “You’re cold.”
“I’m not-“
“Yes you are. I can feel it, and now I won’t be able to sleep either,” Ben insisted.
Before she knew it, Ben’s arm looped around her head, closing any little distance left between their bodies. Rey let out a short laugh.
“You want to cuddle?! Really? After a day of nearly killing each other and then viciously insulting each other?”
Wait...
Oh.
Maker, that felt good.
Rey tried to hang onto her irritation but almost as soon as she’d stopped speaking, the reality of being nestled against the solid strength of Ben Solo’s chest and encircled by his arm hit her. It hit her hard.
“Like I said,” Ben replied, his voice softer now. “You’re cold. My uncle seemed pretty clear about his expectations. One of us freezing to death doesn’t seem like something he’d view as obedience.”
Rey let out a little huff. “Since when have you cared so much about obedience to your uncle?”
Ben gulped audibly, and Rey realized then that she could feel his heart beating against her upper arm. She’d nearly forgotten her question by the time he answered in a whisper.
“I don’t.”
Rey tilted her head up to look at him, instantly taken aback by the closeness as their noses nearly touched. Her head started to get fuzzy and her mouth went dry. She was trembling, but she wasn’t cold anymore. Had she really never felt this before? All the time they’d spent together, pushing each other’s buttons and arguing, how had this never occurred to her? Had it been there all along, hidden under their admittedly childish behavior?
He was only a breath away. Maybe if she just...moved in…
“Rey,” he murmured, his voice noticeably unsteady. “We should sleep.”
Rey nodded in agreement as she turned her head back where it had been. She’d nearly gotten carried away and done something she might have regretted.
Except that in the moment, she had to admit that wasn’t how she felt.
She already regretted not doing it.
#reylo#dialogue prompt#canon divergence#jedi academy au#this one could have easily run away with me#i can picture this entire universe now#which im sure has been done countless times#but ooh boy do i love the vibe
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My Flash Fics from Sherlollicon 2021
So...Kiss Me! : Sherlolly, Are you sure a kiss is all you want? We can take it further if you’d like. I’m always willing to go further with you.
New Games : Cuddling / Eurus / Victor / Musgrave
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Sherlolly Calendar 2022 December 1906 The Final Problem
“You’re wearing your ring.”
“It was about time, wasn’t it?”
And thus this is how we end the last of my Sherlolly calendars. It’s one of my favorite tropes, cosy cuddles by the fire. Thank you all for your support of 8 years of Sherlolly calendars.
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♥️ sherlolly obviously, and college au
(This is based on a dream I had last night, BTW...)
It's Molly's senior year, and her interest and participation in college threatre has grown that she's been asked to direct a musical. The one that's been picked is controversial because of a war sequence and she's not sure she wants to do it.
She suggests she write a play about actors doing the musical, with videotaped scenes and the opening scene done in full at the end of the play. She just asks for help with the writing and directing when the theatre department head turns out to love the idea.
She's paired with Sherlock, who she knows vaguely as a chem major and friend of her roommate's graduated boyfriend, who works in a pub in town while waiting for Mary to graduate (it's John, BTW).
They get along well enough but he challenges her ideas to the point she wants to toss the script at him, but then she realizes the scenes are better when they're done arguing about them.
She's a better director than writer, because she's got the vision of how she wants it all to look in a way she's can't always get onto paper, and Sherlock just irritates the actors more than inspires them.
The leads are Moriarty and Irene and boy, they are Divas with capital Ds. Mycroft is involved as a guy who attends the college for enrichment (he's a degree collector) who got roped into the play by his baby brother along with their sister, who's an artist and fashion designer who does the costumes. Moran is Moriarty's assistant who has a crush on Eurus, who has her eye on Moriarty. Lestrade is a member of the theatre department who gets drafted to oversee the production of the play, and Sally is his TA. Mary has a part opposite Mycroft and the two of them get on like water on a duck. Anderson works sets and he and Sally have an on-again/off again thing.
It looks like the play could be brilliant or could be a disaster, but in the process of making it Sherlock and Molly realize they work really well together on stage and off. When he asks her to coffee she accepts, but with the provision that it's just coffee dates until the production is over.
They have their first official date as a couple at the opening night party, and end up platonically asleep together in Irene's bed because they're exhausted. Everyone gets pictures of them cuddled together until Irene shoos them out to let them sleep.
The play is a success and Molly and Sherlock publish it as co-writers and it goes on to win a few awards, and they go together to all of the ceremonies as a couple and life is good.
Upon graduation, they move together to London to pursue their degree related fields, but every once in a while they'll dream up new plays and write stuff down.
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Chapter 19 is up, ladies! Fluff & cuddles. 🥰
#Sherlolly
#Sherlock
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Stranger: I've never done anything like this before.
Molly: *nods* I know. It's a first for me, too.
Stranger: *smiling* I've really enjoyed talking to you. I think we have a real connection.
Molly: *chuckles* You're the only one who laughed at my morgue jokes. Most people run a mile!
*bell rings*
Stranger: *sighs* I suppose that's time up.
Molly: Yeah, well...I have your number. I'll call you *shakes his hand*
Stranger: *smiles; leaves*
Molly: *watches him*
Sherlock: *sits opposite; amused* Enjoying yourself?
Molly: *looks around; stunned* Sherlock? What the hell are you doing here?
Sherlock: *shrugs* I was on a case.
Molly: *frowns* You followed me!
Sherlock: *smirks* You think you'll find your forever partner this way?
Molly: *folds her arms* For your information, you sod, I have met someone. He's really nice, very fit, finds me funny and thinks I gave a cute nose.
Sherlock: You do have a cute nose.
Molly: *blushes* Oh. Thanks.
Sherlock: You're welcome. Don't go out with him.
Molly: *scoffs* Oh, come on, I'm sure you got your fair share of phone numbers-
Sherlock: Everyone I met but that's not the point.
Molly: *sighs* You probably didn't even have to open your mouth.
Sherlock: *smiles* It would've ruined the illusion.
Molly: *giggles* Weeeell...
Sherlock: It doesn't matter. I don't care about anyone else in this room *firm* don't go out with him.
Molly: *hesitates* I really like him...
Sherlock: *raises an eyebrow* What's his name?
Molly: ...
*bell rings*
Molly: *relieved* Oh, so sorry, time's up. See you later.
Sherlock: *looks around* This isn't really my scene.
Molly: *rolls her eyes* You don't have a 'scene' unless the word crime is involved.
Sherlock: Mmm. Baker Street?
Molly: What?
Stranger: *annoyed* Oi! Didn't you hear the bell?
Sherlock: *smiles coldly* My apologies *stand up; mutters* erotic figurine collector *winks; leaves*
Molly: *smiling slightly*
Stranger: *sits opposite; grins* So, how about you and I-
Molly: *hastily* Sorry, I-I'm not feeling very well. Must be the heat. Nice meeting you. Goodbye *runs off*
Sherlock: *waiting outside; smirking*
Molly: *frowns* Shut up, Sherlock *grabs his hand; drags him to Baker Street*
#sherlolly#mollock#jealous!lolly#sherlollytextchats#*221B*#Sherlock & Molly: *lying in bed; cuddling*#Sherlock: *gently stroking her arm* You weren't really going to call him were you?#Molly: *shrugs* I don't know. I was just lonely. This time of year it's...not easy.#Sherlock: *nods* I know.#Molly: *looks up* What was wrong with him?#Sherlock: *sighs* Nothing. That was the problem. He was better than me in every way.#Molly: *smiles cheekily* Oh I wouldn't say that.#Sherlock: Well I have the advantage in science and crime solving but-#Molly: *raises her eyebrows*#Sherlock: *blushes* Oh. Really?#Molly: *giggles* Absolutely *snogs him*
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Hi. I've looked over "it's for a case" and "it's an experiment" in your fic recs, but I couldn't find what I exactly want to read. "A Cure for Boredom" is close, but there are other people involved, I want something just with SH and John. The plot I'm looking for is something similar to the one in "The List" by concheption on ao3. I can't put links in the ask, sorry. It's a Sherlolly fic. I would be eternally obliged if you could help me.
Hey Lovely!
First of all, here’s the fic that’s being referenced: The List by conchepcion
And here’s the synopsis: When an interview with an anonymous female claims that Sherlock Holmes is an amazing lover - Molly Hooper instantly knows it is fake. She is then shocked to find Sherlock present her with a list he wants to complete with her assistance.
That said, Ahhh, yeah, the closest fic I know of is A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01. Perhaps these ones too? They contain lists or similar ideas, LOL:
The Three-Word Tin Collection by TheBookshelfDweller (K, 1,885 w., 1 Ch. || First Person Sherlock POV, Mild Pining, Angst, Romance, Hiatus) – What happens when Sherlock has to store the things he wants to say to John while deconstructing Moriarty's web, but the Mind palace proves an inadequate place to store them?
Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cuddles, Kissing, First Kiss, Requited Love, Pining Sherlock) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he's pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.
See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981 w., 1 Ch. || Oral / Anal Sex, Food, PWP, Fingerfucking) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure. So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes
Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, H/C, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.
There's Someone On Your Shoulder by halloa_what_is_this (NR, 41,215 w., 6 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Daydreams, Sherlock Loves John So Much it Hurts) – Sherlock trips and falls head over heels in love, makes a lot of lists and stares, stares, stares.
The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (E, 58,611 w., 10 Ch. || First Time/Kiss, Experiments / Sexual Experimentations, Multi Pairings, Voyeurism) – John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.
A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (E, 81,665 w., 8 Ch. || Dirty Talk, Threesomes, Light Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Experiments, Anal, Mildly Dubious Consent) – They’d never talked about sex in the year they’d known each other. Well, that wasn’t quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.
But yeah, I don’t think there’s anything really similar, but these are just the ones I’ve read. If any of my Lovelies have a fic similar to the premise above, let us know!
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