marry me sherlock

I was thinking about how John’s initial reaction to having a baby was to place his hand on the back of Sherlock’s neck. Then, while giggling, proceeded to get real close to his face. Afterwards, he looked over at Mary and almost hesitantly placed his other hand on her shoulder. However, he didn’t get close to her the way he did with Sherlock. No. He simply looked back at Sherlock.

  • Sherlock: *lying on the sofa, in his mind palace*
  • Mary: *sighs*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Mary: The posh boy loves the pathologist.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Mary: Aren't you listening to me?
  • Sherlock: Nope.
  • Mary: You can't ignore it.
  • Sherlock: *still in his mind palace* Yes, I can. See? This is me. Ignoring it.
  • Mary: The silver fox has been barking up that tree for years.
  • Mary: Meat Dagger's keeping an open mind.
  • Mary: And then there's the consulting criminal-
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* He's dead.
  • Mary: *scoffs* So am I. Doesn't stop me getting in your head.
  • Sherlock: *sighs; sits up* Fine. What do I do?
  • Mary: *shrugs* Not sure. But you might want to hurry up. Silver fox is taking hot doctor death to dinner.
  • Sherlock: *stands up* What? Why didn't you tell me?
  • Mary: *gestures* Coke-brain, remember?
  • Sherlock: *huffs; runs out the door*
  • Mary: COAT!
  • Sherlock: *runs back and grabs his coat; leaves*
  • Mary: KEYS!
  • Sherlock: *hurries in and takes his keys; annoyed* Anything else?
  • Mary: Yeah, don't forget to snog her.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* See you later, Mary *leaves the flat*

Sherlock: Molly, I need some…

[Molly hands him coffee]

Sherlock: Oh, also, I didn’t have a chance to…

[Molly hands him his belstaff]

Sherlock: …Marry me?

Molly: I took care of that too. We’ve been married the last four years.

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *working*
  • Molly: *leaves the bathroom; wearing his dressing gown*
  • Sherlock: *still working* Feeling better?
  • Molly: *nods* Yeah, thanks *shakes her head* I can't believe he stood me up. I thought he was different.
  • Sherlock: I'm sorry.
  • Molly: *chuckles* Not your fault *wanders over to the mirror; staring at her reflection* I can certainly pick them.
  • Sherlock: *stands* I'll make coffee *fills the kettle* Feel free to spend the night. I'm not going anywhere.
  • Molly: *smiles* Thank you but I've taken up far too much of your time. As soon as my clothes are dry, I'll get out of your... *spots a photo on the mantlepiece* way.
  • Sherlock: Something wrong?
  • Molly: *picks up the 'godparents' photo frame, admiring the christening photo of herself, Sherlock & Rosie huddled close and smiling*
  • Molly: *gestures the frame* When did you get this?
  • Sherlock: I had it made after the christening.
  • Molly: *tearful* It's lovely *pauses* you had it made?
  • Sherlock: *stirring coffees* Mmm. They make some excellent engagement and wedding frames, too *hands her drink*
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *swallows* Well, I-I should...take a look.
  • Sherlock: *nods* You should *clinks her cup with his*

john: as a matter of fact, i have a question to ask you

sherlock: okay, as long as it’s not, ‘will you marry me?’

sherlock:  oh, god…it is ‘will you marry me?’

john: well, i’m not going to say it now!

sherlock: no, no, no! just wait!

john: the moment’s gone, sherlock

sherlock: we’ve just come out into the corridor and you say, “i’ve got a question to ask you” and then i don’t say anything

sherlock:  and you say…

john: sherlock holmes, will you marry me?

Six Sentence Sunday- 11/5/17

“Not sure if you have to rush off anywhere this morning,” Molly said as Sherlock shuffled into her kitchen, “but I am making pancakes and my special syrup if you’re interested!”

“Special syrup?” Sherlock questioned, taking a seat at the counter.

“Yeah, I warm some maple syrup up with a couple heaping spoonfuls of cookie butter, which is basically just ginger nuts ground up till they’re a smooth peanut butter consistency, and it comes out to be the most absolutely perfect topping for pancakes,” she explained, flipping some in the pan as she spoke.

“Dear God, marry me,” Sherlock muttered, staring wide eyed.

“Sorry, what?”

“I uh- I said…Toby’s got hairy feet!”


PS- that is my actual special syrup concoction. Sorry, Sherl…I’m already married. 😜

Originally posted by animefoodissugoi

December 20: A Special Gift

Prompt by anon: “John has got a gift for Sherlock, but won’t let him open it until Christmas morning.”
(400 words)

John was nervous.
He looked at the little box in his hands.
It was Sherlock’s Christmas present.

They have been together for many years now.
They have celebrated a lot of Christmases together.
Have surprised each other with a lot of gifts.

But this gift was special. This Christmas was special.
And John was so incredibly nervous …


Sherlock looked at the parcel with a mixture of confusion and open curiosity.
“What is this, John?”

“Your Christmas present. I wanted to give it to you beforehand … But you aren’t allowed to open it yet, all right?”

“Why?” Sherlock asked, frowning. “Oh, I see. I’m supposed to guess!” He said the next moment and his eyes lit up. “Mmh … It’s something special. Otherwise your hands would not sweat like that. And it is …"

“Stop it, Sherlock,” John said, laughing nervously. “You will have to wait until Christmas morning …”

“What?” Sherlock asked horrified. “But John, two days from now … that’s an eternity!”

“I want it to be special,” said John softly. “So please, wait for me, all right?”

Sherlock looked at him in astonishment. But he nodded obediently.


“Is it a watch, John? You once said I needed one of those expensive watches for my suits … Or is it a perfume? You know that I’m very, very picky about my perfume, right? You know that I … ”


“Sorry, John …”


Christmas morning could not come fast enough for both of them.
The little parcel was standing on their nightstand all the time.
And whenever John’s eyes fell on it, his heart beat faster.

Oh God.
I am so nervous …


And then it was time.

“Now?” Sherlock asked.

“Now,” John answered, nodding.

He watched as Sherlock unwrapped the gift. Slowly, with clearly suppressed excitement. Finally he held a small box in his hands. Sherlock looked at it and tilted his head thoughtfully.

John held his breath.

Sherlock opened the box. Looked inside. And his eyes widened in silent astonishment.
“John,” he breathed. “John.” He put a trembling hand over his mouth. Tears started to fill his eyes.

John swallowed. His heart was pounding loud and fast in his chest. He took a deep breath.
“So … do you want to?” He asked softly and dropped to his knees in front of Sherlock. “Do you want to marry me?”

Sherlock finally managed to avert his eyes from the ring in the box.
He looked at John. A tear ran slowly down his cheek to his chin.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Oh God, yes.”


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  • *early morning, Mummy & Daddy Holmes'*
  • Sherlock & Molly: *spooning in bed*
  • Molly: *sleepy* Morning.
  • Sherlock: *yawns* Breakfast's nearly ready.
  • Molly: *smiles* Is that a euphemism?
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Nooo. Mummy pulls out all the stops for her favourite guests.
  • Molly: *opens her eyes sharply* Oh, my God. What are we going to do?
  • Sherlock: Hmm?
  • Molly: *panicking* As far as your parents are concerned, I spent the night in the spare bedroom. What will they think? What will they say? What do I do?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Tell them you really enjoyed the room. A lot.
  • Molly: *horrified* Is that supposed to be funny?
  • Sherlock: *pats her arm* Relax, my parents are quite modern. They only care about our happiness *gets out of bed* I'll go down first.
  • Molly: *watching him* I'm not going to say no to that.
  • Sherlock: *ties his dressing gown; smirks* That's good to know *kisses her; leaves*
  • *the kitchen*
  • Sherlock: *enters the kitchen*
  • Mummy & Daddy Holmes: *having breakfast*
  • Mummy Holmes: *casually* Morning, dear. Sleep well?
  • Sherlock: *making coffee* Yes, thank you.
  • Daddy Holmes: Sweet little thing, isn't she?
  • Sherlock: *breaks; happily* I love her so much.
  • Mummy Holmes: *delighted* Oh, my special boy *throws her arms around him*
  • Sherlock: *sighs*
  • Molly: *nonchalantly enters the kitchen*
  • Mummy Holmes: *squeals* There she is *hugs her tightly; muffled* welcome to the family.
  • Molly: *blinking; glances at Sherlock*
  • Sherlock: *shrugs; smiling innocently*
inktober writing prompts #21


Fingertips (this explains, I hope, previous prompts 17, 18 & 20)

“Marry me.”

Sherlock turned off the kitchen faucet and reached for a towel. “Alright. Let me get my jacket.”

Joan leaned against the counter. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” Sherlock assured her. He rolled down his shirt sleeves. “Is this an urgent need? Have I left you with child?” He buttoned the cuff and glanced up at her.

Joan smirked, “No. I think we’ve been sufficiently careful…”

“Yes, well … there was that supply room incident.” He arched his brows and quirked his mouth, happy to get an embarrassed headshake and eye roll from her. Sherlock was reasonably sure he knew what this was about. Both sleeves rolled down and buttoned he moved to stand before her. “It’s your surgery, isn’t it?”

Joan’s face confirmed his suspicions.

He said for her the words he repeated to himself whenever fear overcame him. “The tumor is isolated. The cancer appears to not have spread. The procedure is simple …”

“Mr. Castoro’s procedure was a simple one as well.” She challenged him with her eyes.

“Watson, don’t….”

“I was a surgeon, Sherlock. I know the risks. I want you by my side. I want you and no one else making decisions. And if we are married, there will be no questioning your authority to make those decisions.”

The weight of her words fell about his shoulders, rooting him to the spot, forcing possibilities on him he did not want consider.

Joan continued, “I’m not telling anyone about this. I don’t want questions or sympathy from family or friends.”

Sherlock nodded. “I understand.”

“I know this is a horrible burden I’m placing on you,” her eyes brimmed with tears, “but I just need you to do this for me, please.”

He moved closer to her, fingertips reaching for her, needing to touch and keep her with him. “Of course. Whatever you want. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Tears ran down her cheeks as she embraced him.