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A Good Heart ❤️
Chapter 32 just posted. Sherlock finally does some (sometimes painful) explaining. Thank you so much to everyone sticking with this fic!
I usually enjoy myself looking for gifs containing Molly when I post chapter updates, but this stunning one gets me every time 🥺🥺💔❤️
Thank you so much to the gif artists in the fandom - you’re amazing! Particular thanks and love to @elennemigo 🙏❤️
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29093388/chapters/82904788
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Molly,” he choked. “May I come in?”
She once again hesitated and thought about sending him back another time. But Sherlock's eyes were red in a way she'd only seen during his drug overdose episodes — even though she could not identify any signs that he had been using. It looked more like he had been crying.
“Come in, Sherlock,” she replied, freeing the passage before closing the door.
(...)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fictober Day 4
Prompt number:4 (”Fine, I give up”)
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rating: Gen
Warnings/Tags: Fluff, domestic fluff, Johnlock, post season 4
You Win Some, You Lose Some
John was sitting in his armchair in the living room when Sherlock and Rosie approached him. Hand in hand, the pair were both giggling. For the past half hour, John had been able to hear them whispering from Rosie’s room, voices loud even in their attempt to be secretive.
They approached him hand in hand, Rosie’s face plastered with an innocent expression that slipped every few seconds when she glanced up at Sherlock, giggling and then clearing her throat and smiling again in a way that was quite reminiscent of John when he had just hidden part of Sherlock’s science equipment, or when he had removed experiments from the fridge.
Sherlock’s face was cool and neutral, having had years of practice schooling his expression into a mask. But every now and then, as he looked down and met Rosie’s mischievous gaze, his calculating cover would slip and a small but adoring smile would collect around his eyes and in the corners of his mouth. Every time he realized it, his head jerked up to make eye contact with John, seeming to assess whether John was perceptive enough to have caught the minute switch.
John snorted and folded up his newspaper before setting it aside on the coffee table.
“What have you two been up to? Nothing dangerous, I hope,” he said, fixing Sherlock with a stern gaze.
“Do you want to play a game, daddy? Me and dada have it all set up in my room!” Rosie glanced up at Sherlock for approval, who nodded and smiled devilishly at her, pretending for her sake that John couldn’t see.
“Alright, Rosie, what game are we playing?” John asked, getting up from his chair and taking Rosie’s other hand.
Rosie turned and skipped off towards her room, heedless of the tangle that her rotation made of John and Sherlock’s arms.
Somehow, the trio made it to Rosie’s room, just off the kitchen, without ending up in a heap on the floor. Across from the doorway, the table that usually contained Rosie’s collection of art supplies and chemistry sets was cleared in favor of two battleship sets, with three chairs crowded around.
Settling into the chair across from Rosie and Sherlock, who had their chairs arm to arm and were leaning towards each other conspiratorially, John glanced at his board, taking stock of the five plastic ships and the white and red pegs.
After studiously setting up his ships, taking care not to cheat and glance over to Rosie and Sherlock’s board, John looked up. Sherlock and Rosie both stared back at him, Sherlock’s fingers gracefully steepled to hide his expressions, and Rosie’s fingers locked together with her elbows on the table in an imitation of Sherlock.
John covered a laugh with a cough and cleared his throat. “Are you two ready to play?”
“Only if you’re ready to lose, John,” Sherlock said coolly, struggling to maintain a straight face when Rosie punctuated his statement with a “Yeah!”.
“Alright, are your ships placed?” Rosie and Sherlock nodded solemnly. “I’ll even let you two go first.” Relaxing back in his chair, John smiled behind a cup of coffee as Sherlock and Rosie put their heads together, gesturing at the board and whispering surreptitiously to each other behind their hands. Turning in sync, Rosie and Sherlock impishly at John, Rosie pointing to the board while Sherlock whispered in her ear. “A5.”
An hour later, John was much less content with his little bubble of domestic bliss. As his fifth ship was blown to Hell for the umpteenth time, he crossed his arms in front of himself and huffed, aware that he looked like a petulant child but too exasperated to care.
“Fine, I give up. You two win. C’mon, Sherlock, it’s time to make dinner. Rosie, go set the table.” Standing and pushing his chair back, he made his way to the kitchen, ignoring the cries of protest behind him.
Once in the kitchen, John started collecting ingredients and random pots from the cupboards before opening the fridge with more force than was strictly necessary. Making his way back to the counter next to the sink, he set down a heap of raw vegetables on a cutting board.
As he reached for a chef’s knife, he felt arms snake around his waist and a hand tugging at his cardigan sleeve. Turning slightly, he saw Sherlock’s dark, curly mop of hair, and looking down he saw Rosie at his right elbow, gazing up at him with a woeful look.
“We didn’t mean to upset you, John,” Sherlock said, kissing John’s cheek before resting his head on top of John’s.
“We’re sorry, daddy. I can’t help that I’m the best at Battleship!” Rosie smiled and hugged John’s leg. John let out a sigh and leaned back against Sherlock, settling a hand on top of Rosie’s head, tousling her hair.
“It’s ok, Rosie. Your dada can be a bit of a conceited prat sometimes. After dinner, you and I can play Battleship together while he makes dessert. How does that sound?”
"Yay! Make sure it's a good dessert, dada!” John could feel Sherlock huffing in exasperation against his back, and could imagine him rolling his eyes. John shook with silent laughter, leaning his head back against Sherlock’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.
“You heard her, dear. Let’s get to it. Chop chop!” Rosie laughed and skipped to the dining table, setting the table as she started humming in an almost correct key. Sherlock started humming along as he grabbed a cutting board and started preparing dessert next to John. Smiling to himself, already over his abysmal record in Battleship and looking forward to the night ahead.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34295887
Detours
During the better part of the first year following Mary's death and the events at Sherrinford, Sherlock and John are slowly rebuilding their lives and their friendship.
All seems (relatively) well and John takes comfort in once again being a father, a doctor and a friend.
An unexplained shift in Sherlock's behavior catches John by surprise, and he begins to worry about his place in the detective’s life.
John has to examine everything he thought he knew about Sherlock, himself and their relationship in order to win his rightful place yet again.
Part Two of the Fight or Flight Universe.
Read this Johnlock story on AO3 now.
Sometime in season 5...
Lestrade and Sherlock walk in the morgue. Molly is bent over a corpse, deep in human guts. She looks up as they stand near her.
Molly: Are you working tonight?
Sherlock: Depends on what you found.
Molly: It's all in there. (Points to a folder in the corner desk.)
Sherlock and Lestrade look through it. Sherlock smiles.
Molly: Angelo's?
Sherlock: ( looks at her with a smug grin.) Take away.
Molly: (bites her lower lip and blushes.)
Lestrade: (rolls his eyes) Oh god...
The Sinking Ship of Self by autoschediastic
Johnlock Love Letters #1495
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes & Molly Hooper, Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper & Sherlock Holmes Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Post-TFP, aftermath of the final problem, Season/Series 04, Post-Episode: s04e03 The Final Problem, Post-The Final Problem, Sherlolly - Freeform, sherlock x molly hooper Summary:
Takes place immediately after the Final Problem. Molly and Sherlock begin healing together
Hello everybody!
So I’ve decided to slowly start moving my Sherlolly fics from FF to Ao3! Im extremely proud of this one-shot and I hope you guys enjoy it!