"In danger? It was one dance!" Molly cried, flinging Sherlock's beloved Belstaff on to the couch and revealing the deep purple floor length gown. Sherlock schooled himself to not let his eyes travel as Molly crossed her arms in a huff before turning away from him. The low dip of the back of the dress coming to the edge of her bottom, using sheer will to keep itself attached to her

"It's a dog, Sherlock, not the plague." "I would have preferred that." He retorted, his dressing gown swishing angrily behind him.

He really can't. He'd like to think that he could have tried for her, but that would be a lie. The only good he's ever done in his life was walking away while leaving her untainted by his blood soaked hands. Inspecting his finely trimmed nails on his way out the door, he has the air of confidence. His men do not know the hole that he has backed himself into thanks to the mousy woma

"You're not a dragonfly." "Silly boy! I can't fly at all!" Her voice tinkles like chimes in the breeze. She walks into his outstretched palm and does a tiny turn for him. "No wings for me."

"Yeah, I've moved on…" Maybe if she said it enough times, it'd be true.

Touch had never been so vital to him as it was now, her teeth scraping down his jaw line and capturing his bottom lip before he pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Their teeth clacked together hurriedly, and he tried to tell himself to be gentle with her. Gentle for her.

So much faith in one man, tossed aside because he can't find a new habit. Trust that he'd earned from her, tarnished by his own hands. If she rolled up his sleeves, she knew she would see the tracks, but she can't she just isn't that strong. She wants the believe in Sherlock Holmes. Believe in the man she knows he is and not the abusing druggie before her.

"Part of the modern ideology of love is to assume that love and sex always go together… And probably the greatest problem for human beings is that they just don't." - Susan Sontag

"It feels like there's something heavy in my chest." "Well, a heart's a heavy burden." Howl's Moving Castle

"This is ridiculous, Molly." His voice rumbled, the heat flying by her ear as his other hand crept under the hem of her shirt and caused her skin to rise under his cold touch. But his eyes danced with glee as they tried to make sense of her work. His thumb traced similar patterns on the lower half of her back and she flushed prettily under his gaze.

After all that she'd done for him, nothing had changed since that day. He was still cruel, still hurtful, and still painfully Sherlock. Turning her eyes back to the dark sky above her, Molly pretends that she's still in her pastoral village, her father droning in the background about the constellations overhead, and a cup of coco in her hand.

Sherlock Holmes joins the force of New Scotland Yard's finest. He refuses to work with a partner, but is still appointed a secretary. Miss Molly Hooper is a quiet young woman, who aids the detective however she can. What happens when Sherlock starts bringing his work home with him?

From bbckinkmeme "Sherlock develops a rare medical condition that causes him to become depressed when good things happen to him. After Sherlock wins the lottery, John has trouble consoling him. Hurt/Comfort." This is pure crack with gratuitous references to The Smiths, David Bowie's "Quicksand" and Wednesday Adams and a not gratuitous references to Adventure of the Dying Detective.

Story starts immediately as HLV ends, Sherlock returns to England as all is not well. Neither he or Mycroft is prepared for Moriarty's first move and someone vital to London's Consulting Detective is in the crosshairs. I don't own the characters, those are property of ACD's estate, Gatiss and Mofatt. This is posted on Ao3 where I'm known as Stormweaver.

Sherlock Holmes got scared.

Sherlock Holmes ruined her life. The little psychopathic freak! T for swears.

Amadia Moore held her self tall when he walked in, despite the knowledge that he would kill her. She looked her attacker in the eyes. "You might be able to hurt me, but you will never kill him." The man just chuckled "Sherlock Holmes can't live without his heart" Sherlock/OC

John accidentally discovers what, exactly, Anthea is writing when she's typing on her phone. It's not texts. And it leaves him unable to look Mycroft in the eye ever again. (Silly little cracky scenario I had floating around in my head and had to get down "on paper.)

Three months after John and Sherlock move in together, there is a break in cases and without the work to keep him busy, Sherlock begins to pay more attention to his roommate. (Please read and review! Thanks!)

Джон уговаривает Шерлока пойти вместе с ним в Дом с привидениями. Но все происходит не совсем так, как Джон предполагал.

"And you want that?" "Want what?" "Coffee." Sherlock and Molly date.

In time Molly Hooper would find the right man and she'd be happy, and Sherlock would try to be happy for her. Post Reinbach/Return. Sherlolly, Molly/ DI Joe Chandler from BBC Whitechapel

Acid words come from the tongues of murderers. Gunshots murder on the roof of the saint. The last wishes of a man condemned to death are whispered. Falling is the tool of destruction. This is the poem of a man doomed to fall, an angel without wings that cannot fly, and a friendship on the brink of being shattered. But there is always hope. Johnlock, if you squint.

Omegaverse AU. Sherlock doesn't believe in love and when his omega didn't come, his beliefs are strengthened, until the time when his omega actually did after 16 years. With Moriarty dead, someone was bound to get revenge on the pair. This is the story of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

Molly always gives Sherlock one more night. Even if it breaks her.