She knows that perhaps she should, but she hasn’t the heart.
When he wakes up, when he murmurs a pleased, groggy, “Good morning, Molly,” and wraps his arms around her, when she stares up into his face and sees the clarity there (and the love) she just… She just can’t say anything. She can’t break the moment.
She won’t bring his nightmares and their fallout into their bed.
So instead she smiles. Strokes his cheek. He kisses her lips and nudges his nose with hers and in that moment… In that moment he’s so far from the man she first met that it’s extraordinary. In that moment he is bright and clear and lovely in every way.
She knows that she’s buying time, that eventually they will have to speak of it but for now… For now, she lets him have the morning. She lets him have his innocence.
He kisses her and tells her he loves her, and it’s as if the nightmares have never come to him at all.
Requested by @blissfullyshipping: I
was hoping that you could do a sequel to Sherlock’s Love Story. Something like
Sherlock is trying to find the reader, and is lowkey stalking her, wondering
when to talk to her again. But he’s left it late because of high profile cases
and reader thinks he’s forgotten her?
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word Count: 2.511
A/N: So this was strange to write. The original post will be forever a piece of it’s own, but I couldn’t let go off the chance of writing a second part. Hopefully, this will do it justice.
Happy Sequel Friday! Enjoy!
“What are you doing?” Watson inquired as he looked up from the dead body
in front of him. The detective, however, did not answer. “Sherlock, what are
Without looking up from his phone, Sherlock nodded. “Yes, I agree.”
“Sherlock Holmes, put that phone down!” Watson insisted, getting up from
the floor he had been kneeled in. “We are in the middle of a case, for Christ’s
Sherlock locked his phone and hid it on his pocket, finally looking at
John. “Are you still checking the body?”
“Yes, I am, because I do my
job!” John argued, and Sherlock simply gave him a confused glance. “What the
hell are you doing?”
“I was just… Checking my Sims,” Sherlock replied, clicking
“Your sims?” John inquired, not wanting to believe that Sherlock had
actually fallen into that lack of interest.
“Yes, his name is Skippy,” Sherlock snapped quickly, and they could hear
one of the forensic detectives leaving the room to have a laugh outside. “He does Tech Support…”
“Skippy?” John huffed, “Skippy from Tech Support… Instead of focusing on solving this case
To fake the death of one sibling may be regarded as a misfortune; to fake the death of both looks like carelessness.
Oscar Wilde about Mycroft Holmes
This started originally as a joke because I still find it unbelievable that Mycroft would have two siblings whose death he has to fake (in addition to Irene and Ajay who come back from the dead). And then it got a bit out of hand because I told @ebaeschnbliah about it and it grew into a little post.
Because of course the original is “To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.” Spoken by - ta-da - Lady Bracknell (a joke which is really driven home, isn’t it?).
So there is this:
Mycroft speaking of his mother in the past tense in ASiP (”and you know how it always upset Mummy)
the orphan tweets during the filming of TAB
Uncle Rudi taking the responsibility of the parents where Eurus was concerned
established Sherlock mirrors like Soo Lin and Henry Knight are orphaned as well