The day started out rather well. The body that had been wheeled in had been an open-and-shut case, or should have been, and then HE decided to show up. Damn him and his top-level clearance.
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Sherlock being a sourpuss, Mycroft being mother, and John being a sassy little mofo. And they're all in a plane with no way out. SHERLOLLY / MYTHEA / WARSTAN FLUFF
Mycroft may be the smart one, but he's got nothing on Anthea. MYTHEA
Molly loved looking at the ocean at sunrise. The blending of reds, yellows and blues was truly ethereal and reminded her of home. Not Northamptonshire like her birth certificate claims, but farther up. Way, way up.
Sherlock's Byronian good looks had always earned him admiration from many. Mycroft only ever got deference and awe, an insignificant side effect of the power he worked so hard to accumulate to wield for the common good. This goddess of a woman telling him she loved him — it was a lot to take in, even when he could easily deduce the veracity of her words.
"You'll have to explain this to me, Sherlock. All I see are the names of some items, what happened to them, and how much they are worth," Molly said.
Sherlock pouted and turned over where he was laying on the couch in 221B Baker Street. "No. Absolutely not. I refuse to be demeaned and reduced to publicity fodder PLUS risk hypothermia. No. No, thank you! Molly, get my checkbook, sign off a thousand pounds, and let's be done with the whole nasty business!" he huffed into the sofa's upholstered backrest.
Fill for this prompt: Molly is under a deadline for a new article, and Sherlock ends up pushing her too far. She snaps, and he spends an exhausting amount of time and money trying to get her to forgive him again. (which she does of course. lol). SHERLOLLY and MYTHEA. In which Mycroft is (as always) the smart one.
Hamish's new teacher is very concerned about her student's well-being, especially because the little boy describes his nightmare-like life as if it was the most ordinary thing.
John walked into 221B and found a sight he never thought he'd see. EVER. (Prompt: NAKED SHERLOLLY AND SCREAMING. Fill for miz-joely.)
Their location had all the prerequisites of a tropical getaway: clear blue waters, white sand beach, coconut trees, crashed plane still smoking from their recent crash onto this island… okay, maybe not that one.
Prompt fill for theprivatelifeofsherlockholmes on Tumblr. The prompt is, "Freaky Friday".
Sherlock overhears Molly being taunted for being with him. Sherlock proves his love for Molly in the most uncharacteristic fashion he can think of because when it comes to her, he can't leave any room for doubt.
Molly wants to make a good first impression on Sherlock's parents so she asks Sherlock to help. He's more than happy to oblige.
COLLISION OF WORLDS FIC. Sherlock hates his newest client. That in itself isn't new, but Molly was excited about seeing this Benedict in person. Sherlock is determined to tear him to shreds.
The Perfect Guy asked Molly out, so Sherlock feels helpless. Is it too late for Sherlock?
One of Sherlock's deleted memories. Kid!Lock. Sherlolly.
ESTABLISHED, SHAMELESS, AND FLUFFY SHERLOLLY. Sherlock and Molly think about what to call each other.
Reaction fic to the Oxford English Dictionary making "Sherlolly" the example for the newly standardized verb, "ship". Shameless Sherlolly fluff.