#sadsherlock

[ryahlii]

@ravenmorganleigh I’m definitely writing a fanfic for this holy shit

[whitecatandco]

Mary Wears That Perfume

Sometimes I get up in the morning and I go to work, which I presumably go to, and I think to myself "what is that awful smell?". And then I realise it's me. It's on me. She wears it to bed and it's on me.

-JW

[he-a-romantic]

I love this Sherlock ❤️❤️❤️

[midnightrebel1]

“❛though the world explode, these two survive and it is always eighteen ninety-five❜”

Created by: H&W edits

[theshygirlinpurple]

When Lestrade says something he shouldn't can he gain Sherlock's forgiveness and trust? Especially after Sherlock revea...

So this is a fanfiction I wrote on wattpad. It's a BBC Sherlock fic with Lestrade and a little bit of John. It's cute and a little sad. I hope you like it!

[midnight-wonder]

A Sherlolly fanfic to kill my boredom

Moons & Stars ---- "Is it true that when you die you become a star?" "Molly please don't tell me your intelligence has fallen whilst I've been away" Molly hit Sherlock on the arm playfully "I'm glad your manners have improve too" Sherlock let a rare smirk form on his lips. The pair were lying on the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere on the frosty January night "Answer the question though Mr high functioning sociopath" "About what?" "The moons and stars" "Well metaphorically you can believe whatever you want. Logically no you don't" Molly sighed and Sherlock looked at her and then took her hand "If I was you though I'd believe metaphorically" "When I was younger. My mum told me this story of how the sun loved the moon so much that every day it would die to let the other die" "Molly..." "The sun asked the stars to be the moons blanket and the earth to be its map" Molly continued more determinedly "But one night the moon looked around and saw the world in darkness. Nothing was in full colour. He cried that night begging the sun to return and so it did. For it hated to see the moon cry and that was the one day the world saw the moon and sun hug. But the moon continued. He left the sun for he knew the world was better with the colour than without" Molly wiped the tears away and Sherlock looked at her. He read her expression carefully then said softly "You're father was one of the stars wasn't he? To keep the moon company?" Molly nodded sniffling. Sherlock leaned over and hugged her "Then Molly Hooper believe the stars are our fallen loved ones because I know Redbeard is there. Playing with your father" "I think my dad would like Redbeard" "Most people found him hard to hate" Sherlock chucked softly and then wrapped his arms around Molly and that night they lay there discussing everything. Not a care in the world. Sherlocks eyes opened in the hospital ward and looked around and there she was. His Molly Hooper. She had her fingers entwined in his and kissed his forehead then whispered letting tears drop onto his bare skin "I thought you had became a star Sherlock"