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phoebehalliwell · 4 years

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so apparently my brain will not let me rest until I figure out the Prue/Roger dynamic, so: Prue's right out of college when she gets hired at the museum and she gets partnered with a senior curator, Roger. Roger flatters Prue first professionally, then personally, and when Prue is hesitant because he's married, he spins some line about how his marriage is over in everything but name. Prue, young and only having one real relationship before, falls for his charm and they start sneaking around 1/?

at the office. at some point Roger does divorce his wife, he and Prue are together publicly, and then he proposes. somewhere in there, he makes a move on Phoebe, who rejects him. Phoebe immediately goes to Prue, but Roger insists that she's lying, "Prue, don't you think I love you, I left my wife for you." Prue, habituated by years of this kind of emotional manipulation, chooses Roger over Phoebe. This pretty much destroys her relationship with her sister. Prue and Roger continue plans for the wedding until Grams dies, at which point Roger calls off the wedding because he didn't sign up to be anyone else's emotional support. Prue, spends her days angry at Roger, Grams, and Phoebe for abandoning her, and spends her nights secretly wondering if there was anything she could have done to keep any of them with her.

hmm an inch resting yarn you have spun here but i’m gonna offer you another one: pure was popular in high school she was like really fuckin cool and she could very easily have been any man of her choosing. there was no settling for her, she was prue motherfuckin halliwell. so she went for what her heart always wanted and dated her childhood sweetheart andy trudeau. and like,, they were the It Couple in their heyday and it was definitely that passion head first our love will never die dramatic but also just kinda silly love. and that sorta sets the bar. then she’s off to college presumably at this point still trying to pursue a career in photography and she’s like having fun she hangs out with the artists and free spirits and people who were misfits in high school and draws them in with her undeniable queen bee energy but like. she knows her stuff. she doesn’t get by on looks and popularity, she’s really good at what she does. so now we bring in college boyfriend no. 1 who cupid name checked as alan, and we’ll say this really is a relationship of two artists and they’re both amazed by each other’s work and the soul and heart and spirit in it and in them it’s definitely the most pretentious of prue’s relationships but it’s like the kind where they “break into” the local art gallery after hours (alan works there and has a key, so it’s not like it took a lot of masterminding) and like slide around polished hardwood floors until they fall down laughing that type of vibe. but now we’re encroaching on prue’s blue period. for starters, piper’s get ready to y’know apply for college this that and the other and like grams is all concerned about how much college costs blah blah blah with paying for both prue and piper and the same time yada yada yada and prue sorta realizes how sorta tight the money situation is what with the cost of education and the house and this that and the other and she’s starting to realize that this photography career is Not the move bc like this house needs a breadwinner if they want to keep it blah blah blah so life already blows when she has to go pick up phoebe from a party which she’s not like happy about but like you know at least phoebe isn’t drunk driving maybe this is a chance for them to bond as sisters for prue to impart some wisdom on her chaotic younger sister but no of course not of course they have to get in a huge argument and prue doesn’t hit the breaks in time and the car gets totalled and phoebe lands in the hospital and like now prue’s sorta spiralling and she like wants to quit photography and she feels horrible about everything and alan who is again i must harp on pretty pretentious is like no u can’t quit ur family doesn’t understand you it’s not about the money it’s about the art use this pain to make something amazing to which like sorry king,,, but it is about the money. the manor has been in the family for decades and prue can’t lose it. and with piper’s college, phoebe’s hospital bills, and grams’s failing health... it’s 100% about the money dude. and fuck turning your pain into art fuck glorifying suffering and fuck you. so now prue’s p cut off she’s pretty isolated she’s all down in the dumps blah blah blah she changed majors to whatever major it was she needed for like museum jobs bc at least this way she can make bank but she’ll still hold a piece of art close to her and she like drowns herself in her work like she’s not just gonna be this major (art history?) she’s gonna be the fuckin best she’s gonna be the top of her class blah blah blah yada yada yada. but y’know flash forward an amount of time and her roommate’s like hey babe. i get like life’s shit i get u got to be the very best like no one ever was but like. you have not left the apartment in four months. you haven’t smiled in probably twice as long so like. idk do something?? that makes you happy maybe???? and prue’s just like :/ bc what made her happy was like photography but now she has very mixed emotions around that and her roommate’s like what did you do for fun in high school like what did you do after school and prue’s like idk cheerleading practice and her roommate’s like word well then go to cheerleading tryouts time skip we really see prue return to all her old glory and climb up the lil cheerleading ladder blah blah blah and in this renaissance of hers she also scores a new love interest who’s basically the opposite of alan enter tom peters the star wide receiver. and i think this relationship for prue was really just like fun it was tipping her toes back into the water it was learning to smile again it was just like a good time fun simple no concerns about the future just like vibing right then and there and then that ended just sorta naturally and they both graduated and it’s time for prue to leap into the professional world and she’s never left california so when she gets a job offer in london she jumps at the chance blah blah blah she’s working she’s having fun she’s defining herself enter eric from london who i’ll say is like a Business Man he’s like a this that or the other idk maybe a museum investor like the young son who just took over his dad’s business that sorta vibe and like eyes meet breath catches there was just this click but it like took them months to get together it was just this dance this game of cat and mouse until prue finally like took the bull by the horns and just like went for it and i think that would be her like most “adult” relationship like dates were going out to fancy dinners not breaking and entering or picnics on the empty football field these were like two professional adults like dating but you know they hit a year and then some and we’ll say like prue is maybe like 24 25 and this guy’s maybe 29 or whatever and they’ve attended friend’s weddings bs they’ve hit that era where everyone’s getting married and suddenly this cloud’s hanging in the air like baby are you my forever girl like is this it fifty years from now to i still come home to you put you know what let’s push that to the back of our minds but now eric’s like 30 and his family’s like dawg,,,, r u gonna be like a spinster or something are you gonna put a ring on it or not and prue (after many many international phone calls to piper) has decided yes she’d do it she’d stay her and be with this man she loves and eric decides prue’s just not the girl for her. so uh. ouch. blah blah blah prue’s had her fun in the uk but it’s like time to return home piper’s just graduates college or whatever and found a job in the city if prue follows suit they could room together which is when she gets the job at the museum where roger works at. and blah blah blah prue’s like amazing as always and of course she catches roger’s attention bc how could she not and he’s constantly pursuing her and prue keeps turning him down at first bc she’s not really interested and then like he’s her boss and then like it becomes a sort of game but now all her friends from high school are getting married and marcia from homeroom has a baby look and the lil pumpkin on her christmas card and fuck what am i doing so you know what yes roger i’ll be your date to the new years party and here’s the thing roger knows prue is really impressive like she’s amazing at her job and she’s a total babe like he shows her off all the time and prue’s like you know receiving this really high praise and you know roger also has cash to spare so it’s like it’s not bad and she doesn’t well love him but he clearly loves her so she can be satisfied and you know her high school reunion is this year and if there’s one thing she would love it would be to write (nee halliwell) on her nametag, to show she got the job, she got the guy, and she’s living pretty in pac heights. so when roger proposes, she says yes. and piper’s happy for her and phoebe thinks roger’s a sleaze and grams is lukewarm but what does grams know about a long lasting marriage and what does phoebe know about anything so blah blah blah she goes to that high school reunion with a big ol rock on her finger and this that and the other and like to be perfectly frank coming home to roger is not like the highlight of her day there’s not this comforting glow when she falls asleep next to him but it’s like. she’s committed. she’s gonna see this through. besides, they’re already working on the guest list and venue and everything like she’s in it now there’s no turning back now and it’s fine like roger’s fine he’s perfectly palatable and she’s encroaching on 30 so. well whatever prue and roger host an easter party and it’s so cute she’s in a darling floral dress dazzling roger’s stuck up parents and eating finger sandwiches when she hears voices coming from the bedroom and is like gonna pretend to ignore it when she catches piper’s eye and piper has that uncomfortable look on her face and she realizes she can’t find phoebe anywhere and Where Is Roger and she busts in on the two of them looking disheveled and phoebe’s like prue- and prue’s like i don’t want to hear it and roger’s like baby- and prue’s like not now and she turns to phoebe like i think it’s best you go and she looks at roger like we’ll talk about this later your parents are wondering where you are so piper drives phoebe home and phoebe’s telling her about how she went to confront roger on being a whore and also like a spineless sleazebag and she was gonna tell prue when he totally started hitting on her and trying to kiss her and then prue broke in and piper’s like uh huh uh huh bc like. she doesn��t like roger all that much. and she agrees with phoebe. but still this thought sorta lingers at the back of her mind like could phoebe have done something? purely to get back at prue? no she wouldn’t. probably. meanwhile roger’s like your sister was totally hitting on me blah blah blah and prue’s like we can talk about it later right now we’re hosting a very nice party and i’m not going to have you ruin in and roger’s like see that’s what i love about you and prue’s like yeah cool and now whenever she comes home to roger she’s just like 🙄 and she’s like complaining to piper about how like she like doesn’t really want to marry him but it’s like too late now the venue’s booked and the save-the-dates have been sent out and piper’s like it’s not too late until you say i do. do you really want to be married to that sleazebag? and prue’s like :| and piper’s like you can call off the wedding and prue’s like :| and piper’s like i’m just saying and prue’s like does he remind you of dad? and piper’s like what? and prue’s like i think roger’s just like victor. i think i’m about to make the same mistake mom made. god, i always wondered how she could have married such a douchebag and here i am about to do the exact same thing! and piper’s not really commenting bc she doesn’t really remember dad but what she does say is you haven’t made that mistake yet so prue’s like you’re right. and that night she calls of the engagement.

#charmed #prue halliwell #prue x roger #💌#margaretsminiessays

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darisu-chan · 5 years

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If We Got Married

Hey, everyone! I’m back with another one-shot. Hope you like it. You can also read it here.

Without further ado, I’ll let you read.

Enjoy!

Summary: Ichigo and Rukia talk about the future.

“─I’d move to Soul Society.”

Ichigo’s voice suddenly broke the silence around them. Rukia was sprawled on his bed, uncaring if her dress rode up her legs, as she read her newest horror manga. Since she rarely got any free time anymore, the lieutenant was enjoying every second of her visit to Karakura doing her favorite World of the Living activities, which included reading manga, going to the park, and, yes, being as lazy as possible. On his desk, Ichigo had been working on a project. As he was close to graduating high school, he was putting all of his energy into passing his classes. He had been ignoring her for the past hour, so Rukia was surprised he would try talking to her now.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked him, putting her manga away and sitting on the bed. She had been so focused that she had missed the first part of whatever he had said.

“I said,” Ichigo tried again, his back to her, “that if we ever got married, I’d move to Soul Society.”

“Huh?” Rukia blurted out, her mouth opening and closing several times. “What in the world are you talking about?”

Her friend chose that moment to turn to look at her. Ichigo was scowling at her ─how typical─ and pursing his lips. He looked deep in concentration. As if he was stopping himself from saying something. What surprised Rukia was that his cheeks were starting to get red. Either from embarrassment or from anger, she really couldn’t tell. Eventually, he sighed and shook his head.

“What do you think I meant by that?” He asked rhetorically. “I’m talking about our future, idiot.”

“Do not call me an idiot, fool!” She replied, jabbing at his sides. His subsequent groan was music to her ears. “And why would you move to the Soul Society? You have a family and friends here.” She added, as she crossed her arms.

“One, you’re a lieutenant. You can’t just drop your job to come here.” Ichigo said, holding up one finger, numbering his arguments. “Two,” he said, holding up a second finger, “my family and friends can get passes to visit us there. “Three,” and then he had the gall to smirk at her, “I intend to move there eventually anyway.”

She rolled her eyes. “What about your future job?”

“Can always drop it for the job I truly want.”

Rukia scoffed. “Fine. But you better not want to quit your job as a Shinigami. It’s serious work!”

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “I know, I know. It’s not like I’ve been a substitute Shinigami for years.” He muttered sarcastically.

“So you’d move to the Soul Society… And then what?”

“We could do whatever we wanted. I draw the line at staying at Byakuya’s, though.” Ichigo said, seriously. “Can’t have fun times with him and your other relatives listening in.” He added as an afterthought, his voice laced with humor at the implication.

It was Rukia’s turn to blush. Either from embarrassment or from anger, she couldn’t tell.

“O-of course we wouldn’t stay with nii-sama!” She exclaimed. “As my husband, you’d need to buy us a house!”

“And why should I be the one buying the house? You’ve been working for far longer. Plus you’re from a rich family!” He pointed out.

“Then we’d both buy it, happy?!” She retorted. “Jeez, you like to make mountains out of molehills.”

Ichigo waited a few seconds until Rukia’s face turned a perfect shape of red, and turned to gape at him. “Fun times?!” She screeched. “What do you mean by ‘fun times’?!”

He grinned at her in a way that spoke trouble to her heart. “Well, we’d be married, y’know. And that’s one of the perks of marriage.” He said, as he scratched his neck far too innocently for her liking.

“Oh, I see.” Rukia muttered. “So, Kurosaki-kun only wants to marry me for my body? My, my, you’re such a pervert, Kurosaki-kun~!” She said in that tone of voice Ichigo absolutely despised.

“Oi! Don’t act like you don’t want me too.” He replied, flexing his various muscles, which could be seen perfectly in the tight shirt he was wearing. When Rukia didn’t answer right away, and instead focused all of her attention on him, Ichigo’s grin got wider. “See? You totally dig this.”

Rukia mumbled something which sounded suspiciously like “egocentric bastard” but didn’t add anything else about it.

“Then what?”

Ichigo thought for a moment and then nodded to himself. “The ceremony. Where would you want to have it?”

“Nii-sama would probably want us to have a very traditional ceremony. However, I’m sure you’d want your human friends to participate in it.” She answered, as she pondered on the topic.

“We could host it at Urahara’s. He has enough space, and it’s probably the only place where all our Shinigami friends and human friends could fit together, no matter what type of ceremony we’d have.” Ichigo replied. “If you want a more traditional ceremony, I’m game with that.” He told her. “But if you want something else, I’ll happily intimidate Byakuya into letting you do whatever you want.”

Rukia tried to appear annoyed at him, but was actually smiling. “Alright. I’ll think about it.”

“And if it’s too much trouble, we could always elope.”

That got him a punch in the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?!” Ichigo complained, as he rubbed his injured arm.

“Fool.” Rukia merely said. “Our family and friends would be hurt if we did that.”

He contemplated it for a few moments, and then shrugged. “I’m sure they’d understand.”

She didn’t deign answer that. Instead, she looked at him expectantly. “What else?”

“Hmm… when would you like to get married? Four years from now?” He asked her.

“Isn’t that too soon for you?”

“Most people here marry at that age.” Ichigo shrugged. “But we could wait more, if you want to.”

“What about eight years?” Rukia suggested.

“You’d seriously make me wait that long?” He feigned being upset.

“If you really wanted to marry me, you’d wait.” She smirked at him.

Ichigo chuckled. “Eight years it is.”

“Gives you enough time to save for that house too.” Rukia joked, making him laugh some more.

“Alright… so there’s just one more thing left to discuss.” He said, blushing once more.

“What is it?”

“Kids.”

Rukia got stunned for a moment. Blushing, she turned to Ichigo, her eyes wide. “K-kids?” She choked.

“I mean,” he coughed, “we don’t have to have any if you don’t want to.”

“I… uh… it’s not that.” She mumbled. “It’s just, we’d have to… you know…”

Ichigo’s ears turned red.

“I mean, I told you, we’d be married, so…”

“So…”

After a pregnant pause, Ichigo tried again. “So how many would you want?”

Rukia thought about it for a moment. “I had a sister.” She began saying. “But I never met her. So I’d like for my kids to have the experience of growing up with a sibling.”

He nodded in agreement. “So two?”

“Hang on.” She told him. “You have two sisters, so you’re three in total. How does it feel growing up in a family of five?”

“Normal, I guess? I didn’t get to play so much with the twins, since I’m older than them.” Ichigo answered truthfully.

“So they shouldn’t have a big age gap, huh?” Rukia said. Then, she nodded to herself. “A difference of two years should be enough.”

“Then we’d have a toddler and a baby.”

“Yeah, but they’d be able to play together.”

“You’re right. Yeah, okay. But how many?”

“What about we start with two, and then we see if we want more.” Rukia proposed.

“Sounds like a plan.”

They smiled at each other and fell into a comfortable silence. She hummed as she thought about their conversation. “So we’d get married in eight years, we’d have the wedding at Urahara’s, and then you’d come live with me at the Soul Society in a house we’d both buy. And we’d have two kids, unless we wanted more later on.” She summed up all their points. “Anything else?”

“Yeah.” Ichigo replied. “But, to do all that, we’d have to date first.” He declared.

“Huh?”

“So, Rukia.” He continued speaking. He reached out and held both of her hands in his. “Wanna go out on a date tomorrow?”

“Sounds like a plan.” She answered, mimicking his words from before.

(And ten years later, they would both be married, living in Soul Society, and raising two kids. All according to the plan.)

#ichiruki #pro ichiruki #ichiruki fanfiction #my fanfiction

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cedarmoons · 5 years

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Would ziah and asra get married :oc ? or are the type of couple who dont do marriage but are very comfortable with their relationship? inquiring minds want 2 kno :Oc

“What was marriage like, for your people?” he asks, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing closer against her side. “Not, like—hm, let me try again. What did your people do when they wanted to get married?”

Ziah stares at him, her heart suddenly pounding. “Why do you ask?”

He grabs her wrist, lifts her fingers to his mouth to kiss each one. She can still feel her wetness on his lips. “No reason,” he says, holding her gaze. “Just curious.”

“I see,” she says, slowly, and swallows. “Truly, I do not remember much. I do not recall any weddings of my girlhood—I must have thought them boring.” She sighs and looks up at the clouds painted above their heads. Asra presses a kiss to the naked skin of her shoulder, and she responds by absently carding her fingers through his hair. After a long moment of thought, she says, “I think… cows were involved.”

A laugh stutters out of him, and he grins. “I don’t have any cows. Sorry.”

“No, it was—” She stops herself with a frown, closing her eyes as she tries to remember. “Something about—hmm. I think, and this is no guarantee, I could be confusing this with other customs—I think the proposer had to give up their most valuable possession to another less fortunate than they. It was a way to show that they could care for their beloved even deprived of their most valuable items. Usually this was a healthy cow, or some other livestock. I believe.”

“Huh.” Asra rolls onto his back, tucking one arm underneath his head as he stares up at the ceiling. “Okay, so I give up my most valuable possession—then what?”

Her heart pounds so hard she is dizzy. She rolls onto her side, resting her chin on his shoulder, drawing her fingertip over his chest. She can feel his heartbeat under his skin, a pulse that matches her own with every breath she takes. “Then,” she murmurs, kissing his chest, “assuming the proposal is accepted, you and I must live together for three days, and you take care of my every need. You cook, clean, do whatever I ask of you.”

Asra grins, cheeks dimpling. “Really?”

“No,” Ziah says, and he snorts, leaning over to kiss her brow. Ziah closes her eyes, hiding her face against his body. “I told you I do not remember much.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he promises. “However you need.”

“Sweet…”

“Would we need rings?”

We.

That—that is her breaking point. Ziah shakes her head and sits up, reaching for a blanket on the end and drawing it around her body so he will not see her scars. When she is covered, she turns around, unable to look at him. Her fingers flex in the soft material of the blanket, and she resists the impulse to dress and go downstairs, to avoid him.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she finally says.

She hears the bed squeak as he sits up, wrapping an arm around her waist. When his bare chest presses against her back, warm through the fabric, she stiffens, breath catching in her throat. He rests his chin on her shoulder, his hand dipping under the blanket edge to press against her stomach.

“I’m saying I wanna marry you,” he murmurs, kissing her temple. “Ziah, daughter of Reyansh and Samiya, I want to marry you. I wanna be yours in every way I can.”

“Marriage would bind us together forever,” she warns, turning her head toward him. The tips of their noses brush; she smells the sweetness of rice pudding on his breath.

“I’ve known you eight years,” he says. “Loved you for six. Forever sounds great to me.”

“I would outlive you,” she tries again, twisting in his arms. She pushes at his shoulders and he goes down easily, his hands running down the tops of her arms to cup her elbows. His touch is electrifying.

“Good,” he says. “Then I don’t have to live without you again.”

A lump wells in her throat, too large to swallow. She straddles his thighs, leaning over him, bracing herself on her hands. Her braid slips down her shoulder, falling onto his chest. Holding her gaze, he winds the length of her braid around his palm, bringing it to his mouth in a kiss. Her breath catches and she sits back on his lower thighs, swallowing hard.

“But I would,” she murmurs. “I would have to watch you grow old.”

Asra stills, watching her in solemn silence. He kisses her braid again, lepidolite eyes never straying from her face, and finally says, “I think you’d have to do that even if we didn’t get married, Mizi.”

Ziah swallows hard. She lifts her hand, brushing her fingertips over the curve of his cheek. He’s right, of course. She has no intention of leaving him, not unless he wishes it; he is her tether to safe harbor. She will not surrender to the ocean’s call upon her soul with him by her side.

After a long minute of silence, she lets the blanket slip from her body and leans forward, kissing him long and slow. Asra sighs, hand tightening in her braid before releasing it to cup her cheek. His other hand rests lightly on her hip, thumb rubbing reassuring circles into the skin that spreads warm awareness through her.

When the kiss ends, Ziah props herself on an elbow, lifting herself just enough to look down at him.

“You are serious,” she says. It comes out as a question, and she wonders if he hears the hope in her voice. “You want—you truly wish to marry me? Asra, it’s for life.”

He looks unconcerned. Relaxed. “Like I said. Forever sounds great to me.”

After a long pause, she says, softly, “Do you… want a ceremony?”

“I just want you,” he says, and she swallows hard.

“Then we are married,” she whispers, placing her hand over his heart. She tucks back her loose hair and dips down to kiss the warm brown skin, feeling his heartbeat against her lips. She looks up. “My love.”

Asra grins and tugs her forward, kissing her. She lets herself melt in his arms, in the heat of his embrace, his arm wrapped around her and his chest under her hands, the feeling of his cheek against her nose. His hand, cradling the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. Hope and devotion. Asra.

She surges forward, too eager in her affections, and Asra falls back onto the bed. He is smiling too hard for a proper kiss; when he pulls away, he rolls them over so he can sit up and look down at her. He reaches out, and Ziah takes his hand, kissing the curve of his palm.

“Asra Reyansh,” he whispers, and laughs, a pfhaha that fills the air and swells in her heart. Oh, she loves him so. “Huh. I like it.”

His grin only widens as he leans down to kiss her once again.

#asra #the arcana #asra x mc #ziah #fic #a handle with care outtake #thank u anon 😘#Anonymous

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timehealsfanfictionbka · 6 years

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Time Heals......Chapter Three

Robyn smiled and waved at the woman coming up her driveway as she met her halfway. The small woman hugged her tightly, “It’s been awhile since I’ve been over this way.”

“It has, Ms. Lisa. How are you?”

“I’m good. I was surprised when the girls asked for me to come over here instead of coming to my house.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about why before we went inside.”

Lisa’s brow furrowed, “is something the wrong?”

“The girls don’t like going to your house.”

“Why?”

“I guess Jocelyn’s girls are being mean to them. They were complaining about the girls always pulling their hair and hitting them.”

“What? I didn’t know. Why didn’t they say something?”

“They were scared and I’m not really sure why.”

“I am so sorry about that. I’ve told Jocelyn to get those girls under control.”

“I think everyone has told her that.”

“You know I never really understood what her issue with the twins was.”

“Now Ms. Lisa, you know why Jocelyn has an issue with the twins. She’s had an issue with them since the day they were born.”

“It’s been eight years, Robyn. Everyone else has accepted them, I don’t see what the problem is.”

“Jocelyn doesn’t like me, she hasn’t been able to stand me since the day Michael introduced me to everyone. You know me and her have been clashing since day one.”

“I don’t understand what her issue with you is anyway.”

“I don’t either. Last time I attempted to ask her, we almost got into a fist fight so I definitely don’t wanna go there.”

Robyn started nibbling on her bottom lip and Lisa touched the back of her hand, “What’s the matter, Sweetheart?”

“Do you think she told April and Josie anything?”

Lisa sighed, “Well Robyn, I would hope not but you can never know when you’re dealing with Jocelyn.”

“Lisa, I don’t want the girls to be hurt and have something be said that shouldn’t be.”

“You know I feel the same way. I’ll talk to April and Josie and see before I say anything to Jocelyn about that in particular but I will talk to her about her controlling her children.”

“Ok. Thank you, Ms. Lisa.”

“No problem, Sweetheart. Now where are the girls?”

“They should be in the living room. I told them to finish up their homework before you came over.”

“Oh ok.”

Robyn and Lisa left inside the house.

Erin and Erica were sitting on pillows beside the coffee table. Lisa smiled and exclaimed, “Well look who it is.”

They jumped up and ran over to her to capture her in a large hug, “Mama Lisa!”

“How’s my beautiful grandbabies?”

“Good,” they replied simultaneously.

“That’s good. Did you finish your homework?”

“Yes Ma’am. We were just drawing a picture for Mommy.”

“Really? Well how about we got to the kitchen table and draw some more pictures for your mommy while she gets some work done?”

“Ok.”

Robyn smiled, “Girls, go get your art boxes out of the closet while I set up the table.”

“Yes Mommy,” Erin and Erica ran off down the hall while Robyn led Lisa into the kitchen.

“You want anything to eat or drink, Ms. Lisa?”

“No Sweetheart, I’m good for right now.”

“Ok.”

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Chris looked over at Tiana, who was fast asleep, then turned his gaze towards the open window of his bedroom. He stood up and walked over to sit on the bench underneath the window sill. Houston brought back a lot of memories, some bad but mostly good. He had a lot on his mind but the only person who would probably understand is the one person he’s the most afraid of talking to. He and Robyn went from being inseparable to not talking for eight years, their rift was mostly his fault and it was a hard pill to swallow. He couldn’t say he’d ever met anyone he was closer to than Robyn and now look where they are. He grabbed his phone on impulse and pressed a speed dial number he hadn’t pressed in a long time.

Robyn yawned as she stretched her arms above her head before rubbing her eyes. Staring at a computer for the last five hours was taking a major strain on her eyes but she had a deadline to turn in her work. As a data analyst for an engineering firm, her comprehensive reports often influenced the budget for the whole company especially their procurement department. She got up and went over to the fridge to grab something to drink when she saw her phone light up. With a furrowed brow, she grabbed it off the charger and slid the answer key over, “hello?”

Chris froze, he wasn’t sure why he picked her to call but he definitely should’ve thought it through before pressing call. He heard her huff over the phone.

“Hello? Robyn asked again, “Look, it’s too late to be playing on people’s phone.”

“Hey.”

Robyn immediately frowned in confusion, “Chris?”

“Yea. Hi.”

“How’d you get my number?”

“I still had your old number stored, I wasn’t sure if you still used it or not but I took a chance.”

“Was there something you needed?”

“Are you busy?”

“No. Is something wrong?”

“Eh, I don’t know. I know this is weird, me calling you out of the blue like this but I kind of need someone to talk to.”

“I can make an exception this time. What’s up?”

“I’m just trying to adjust, I guess.”

“To what? Have you started working yet?”

“I start tomorrow but I haven’t had a 9 to 5 since, ever.”

Robyn chuckled, “Chris, you have to give it a chance. I know you miss home. Houston is nothing close to France but once you get used to it again, you’ll be alright.”

“I guess.”

“So what are they having you doing?”

“Contracts and procurement.”

“Really? That’s part of what I do.”

“What do you do?”

“Data analysis.”

“Is it difficult?”

“Not really. Just a lot of judgment calls at least when you’re the one securing contracts. I have to do the number crunching to establish the budget to know how much is available to secure contracts”

“Sounds very involved.”

“It is and I have a deadline of 6pm tomorrow.”

“Oh, am I holding you up?”

“Nope. I can talk and type. I’ve done all the hard work, I’m just doing my reports.”

“Oh ok.”

“So what’s the real issue?”

“What you mean?”

“You didn’t call just because you’re nervous about your new job. You’re thinking about something else.”

Chris sighed, “Being back here is overwhelming.”

“I can imagine, you haven’t been here in 8 years.”

“Seeing you was overwhelming too.”

“Really?”

“I feel horrible about how everything ended.”

“Chris, we grew apart. It is what it is.”

“That’s not the real reason and we both know that.”

Robyn sighed and ran her hands through her hair, “Chris, I don’t wanna go there.”

“I know. I’m not trying to either, it’s just- you know.”

“Look, we both made certain decisions and unfortunately here we are.”

“I guess.”

“You liking your new house?”

“Yea. It's nice.”

“Where do you live?”

“Eastwood.”

“That’s a nice neighborhood.”

“It is. Why’d you move out of Houston?

“Honestly, once I got pregnant, I really didn’t see a reason to be in Houston. My parents and everyone were in Barbados permanently. You were gone and I wanted a quieter place for my daughters.”

“What about your husband?”

“I didn’t-” Robyn paused to collect her thoughts for a second, “We weren’t married yet.”

“Oh. When’d you get married?”

“Let’s see the Twins were born January 12th in the middle of my ceremony so we didn’t get actually pronounced man and wife until Jan 14th once I was out of recovery from my c-section.”

“Were you and him together before I left or after?”

“Chris, why does that matter?”

“It doesn’t. I just wondering because I figured you would’ve told me you had a boyfriend back then.”

“That’s not true. We always kept our friendship and relationships separate. You didn’t even mention Tiana until after you proposed to her.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yea, it is. I met her at the engagement party Mama J and Christine threw her. You didn’t even tell me what the party was for until after I got there.”

“Really?”

“Yes really. Your memory can’t be that bad.”

“A lot of stuff is fuzzy, it was a long time ago.”

“I guess. I only met Tiana three times before your actual wedding and then you moved away.”

“Yea, that’s true. Why didn’t you come say goodbye?”

“Honestly, I was so over you at that point. I had already started planning on what I was gonna do next since I was out of school and that’s all I was focused on. Besides, you probably weren’t worried about me anyway.”

“Actually I was. I kept asking my mother about where you were and everything.”

“Hmm...I wasn’t expecting that but it is what it is.”

“I guess.”

“What time is it?”

“Around 2:30.”

“Where’s Tiana?”

“Sleep in the bed. I’m sitting by my bedroom window.”

“Oh ok.”

“Do you always stay up this late doing work?”

“Only towards the end of the month since my reports have to be comprehensive; it takes a while to gather all the reports and charts then summarize everything.”

“Oh. That’s understandable.”

“Well, was there something else you needed to talk about?”

“Not really.”

“Oh ok.”

“It was really good to talk to you though.”

“Same here. Have a good night, Chris.”

“You do the same.”

They hung up.

Chris set his phone back on the charger then climbed back into the bed. Just as he pulled the cover over himself, he felt arms around his waist. Tiana murmured softly, “you ok, Babe?”

“I’m good. Just thinking about some stuff.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Chris turned to face his wife and pecked her lips, “Don’t worry about me. Just go back to sleep.”

Tiana smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~

“So...Robyn, when are you gonna start dating again?”

Robyn turned to Joyce with a frown on her face, “Why would I put myself through that drama again?”

“What drama?”

“Having to get to know somebody new, their family, all that other crap. I just don’t have the patience for it.”

“You don’t think the girls need a male figure in their lives?”

“They have a lot of male figures in their lives. They really don’t need another father, that’s a whole other issue in itself.”

“I guess.”

“Mama J, why are you asking me this?”

“I was just thinking about when you and Chris were younger. Now he’s married, you’re widowed. I just want you to be happy like he is. You’ve always been like my other daughter, you know?”

“Mama J, I am very happy. I’m not really sure why you would think I’m not.”

“Because I can tell there’s something going on with you.”

“Yes, I’m stressed out and tired but it has nothing to do with being unhappy. I just got a lot going on right now and I’m trying to juggle it all at one time. It’s really not that big of a deal, I can handle it.”

“Robyn”

“Mama J, seriously I can handle it. I am fine.”

“Ok, I’ll let it go.”

“I don’t remember you ever being this concerned about my love life before.”

“I’ve always been concerned especially since Michael passed.”

“What about before that?’

“Honestly, I thought you and Chris were gonna get together but then he got married. “

“Why does everybody keep saying that?”

“Everybody like who?”

“You. My mother. Everyone swore me and Chris were gonna be together and I really don’t understand why”

“It just seemed inevitable. The way y’all were with each other, the chemistry was undeniable, we just figured it would bloom into something.”

“Yea, that definitely didn’t happen.”

“Did you two ever try and date?”

Robyn chuckled, “We talked about it, came to the conclusion we were better as friends and decided against it.”

“So you talked about it but never actually went through with it?”

“Yup. Everyone kept mentioning we looked cute together and whatever so we talked about it and figured it was a bad idea. Chris never said anything to you about it?”

“No but then again he was always secretive when it came to certain things between the two of you.”

“Really? That’s weird.”

“Why?”

“I mean we’ve pretty much always been entwined in each other’s family, I figured he told you everything.”

“About other girls? Yea. You? Occasionally but not often.”

“Hmm...that’s interesting.”

“what do you think about Tiana?”

“Honestly, I barely know her.”

“Really? All that time her and Chris were together.”

“Me and Chris never really talked about whoever we were dating within our friendship. I didn’t meet Tiana until their engagement party.”

“Are you serious?”

Robyn took a sip of her tea and nodded her head, “Yup. Chris grabbed me by my hand and walked me into an ambush. I’m like when did you propose? Where’d she come from?”

“Ch...that’s a mess.”

“That’s why I had nothing to say for the toast. I had no clue any of this was going on.”

“I figured he would’ve told you before he told me.”

“Nah. After one bad incident in high school, we both decided to keep our relationships and friendship separate. No comments, no judgements and whatever happens, happens.”

“What incident in high school?”

“Chris never told you I got into it with one of his little girlfriends? I think her name was Camren or something like that, she was some kind of Spanish but anyway, she accused me of wanting to be with Chris and trying to break them up so I ended up punching her in the face. Got suspended for a week.”

“Oh, I know who you’re talking about but I didn’t know anything about that incident.”

“Yea, Chris decided with my temper it was best to just not bring them around which I completely agreed with.”

Joyce laughed, “I bet. Did you date a lot when you were younger?”

“Not really. If I wasn’t with Chris then I was with my family, going back and forth to Barbados.”

“Did you have a boyfriend before Michael?”

“Yea. He lived in Barbados.”

“Oh ok.”

“Yea. We broke up long before I ever met Michael though.”

“How did you two meet?”

“He was a residence hall assistant at my college. He helped me set up my room after my parents moved all my furniture and stuff in.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“Yea, he was a nice guy.”

“I’m really sorry about what happened to him.”

Robyn shrugged, “I knew about the situation beforehand so it wasn’t a huge shock when he passed.”

“When did he tell you?”

“About 4 months before. I went to his doctor’s appointment with him when he found out.”

“It happened fast.”

“I know. The doctor warned us that it could possibly progress really fast especially since it was inoperable.”

“He had just enough time to get his affairs in order.”

“Yea but that’s all he wanted was to make sure me and the girls would be ok.”

“What happened to radiation and chemo?”

“Apparently he had already been doing that since before we met but it didn’t help as well as they thought and once they gave him a 15 months max timeline, he just decided to let it be what it was.”

“That’s why he went to hospice, right?”

“Yea. I offered to take off work for a while to take care of him but he didn’t want me to see him like that. Luckily the girls were too young to understand what was going on.”

“You were very brave.”

“I tried to be but we worked on being prepared for the worse so it was a bit easier to manage once he actually passed away.”

“That's good.”

A silence fell over the room as Robyn took a sip of her drink. Joyce sighed softly and rubbed the back of her hand, “you ok?”

“I’m good. Tired but good.”

“Do you think the girls remember Michael?”

“Not as much as other people would like but they were one when he passed, you can’t really expect them to remember a lot.”

“Other people like who?”

“His family, friends. His mother tries to explain the situation to them as much as she can but they aren’t too fond of me.”

“Why not?”

Robyn shrugged, “they haven’t liked me much since me and Michael met but it’s cool. Some things happened and Mike didn’t react like they wanted so it’s been a bone of contention between me and them ever since then.”

“That’s crazy.”

“It is what it is. Michael accepted the situation and we moved on from it.”

“What was it?”

“I’d rather not talk about that.”

Joyce nodded her head in understanding, “My apologies.”

“I’m sorry Mama J, I wasn’t trying to be rude or anything. It’s just not something I like to talk about that’s all.”

“I understand. You’re fine.”

They both went silent again before Joyce started talking, “have you talked to Chris lately?”

“He called me a few weeks ago and we spoke.”

“He called you?”

“He called my old number not knowing I never changed my phone number.”

“Oh ok. How’d that go?”

“It went well for what it was. Just a pretty simple conversation. He was nervous about going back to work, that’s all.”

“Oh ok. From what I’ve heard, he’s been doing pretty good there.”

“That’s good. I haven’t heard from him recently so I wouldn’t know.”

“Do you think you two could ever be friends again?”

“Maybe but it’d never be like it was before.”

“Well that’s to be expected.”

“We’ll just have to see what happens.”

“Mama!”

Robyn turned to Joyce, who held up her hands in innocence, “Really?”

“I swear I had no idea he was coming over.”

Robyn shook her head, “Every time somebody says his name, he just magically appears. This is crazy.”

Joyce chuckled, “you comfortable with him coming in here?”

“It’s your house.”

Joyce stood up and went into her living room just as Chris came down the stairs, “You should’ve just came into the kitchen.”

“I had to use the bathroom first.”

“Oh ok.”

“Who’s Benz is in the driveway?”

“Robyn’s here.”

“Oh ok.”

“You ok?”

“I’m good. What y’all been doing?”

“Just talking. The girls are at dance practice so Robyn decided to hang out until it was over rather than drive all the way back to Dallas.”

“Oh.”

They walked into the kitchen and Robyn was scrolling through her phone.

“Hey Robyn,” Chris said.

She looked up and waved, “hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing much. I didn’t know you were here.”

“Yea. The girls go to the dance school nearby so I decided to stop by.”

“Oh, that’s cool. How often do you come this way?”

“Like 3 days a week. Once on Wednesday and then on the weekends.”

“Oh ok. That’s a long drive from Dallas.”

“About an hour or so, it’s not a huge deal.”

“Oh ok.”

“How’s the wife?”

“She’s good, trying to get the house to her liking.”

“She started working yet?”

“Nah, she wants to stay at home.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“How’s the girls?”

“They’re good. They have a dance recital coming up then we’re going to Barbados.”

“I thought you were gonna wait until the end of July,” Joyce interjected.

“I was but my mom suggested we come earlier since they may visit my family in Guyana then go to Trinidad for a bit and I think the girls should see everything.”

“That sounds like a really cool trip. Has much changed in Barbados?” Chris asked.

“Since the last time I took you, not really. My mom asked about you once you moved back.”

“How is she?”

“She’s good.”

“And Gran-Gran?”

“She passed about 4 years ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. Sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you but it’s ok. So what you been up to?”

“Nothing much.”

“You any more comfortable with being back in the workforce?”

“Yea. It’s been easier to adjust than I thought it would be.”

“I told you, you’d do fine.”

Joyce looked between the two of them then quietly excused herself from the room.

Chris chuckled as he saw his mother leave out the room through his peripheral vision, “she must really think she’s slick.”

Robyn laughed, “You know how Mama J is. She’s been grilling me on my love life all morning.”

“Really? She is something else.”

“She is but she’s coming from a good place.”

“That’s true. So what time do you have to go get the girls?”

Robyn glanced at her watch, “Not for another three hours. Why? What’s up?”

“You wanna go for a ride with me? I was planning on checking out my old stomping grounds.”

“Sure. I don’t really have nothing to do.”

“You know I can pick the girls up for you!” Joyce yelled out.

Robyn laughed as she nudged Chris’s arm, “Mama J, we’ll be back in time so don’t worry.”

Chris shook his head, “I’m sorry about her. She’s just-”

“It’s fine. You ready to go?”

“Sure. Have you eaten?”

“Not since breakfast.”

“We can pick something up on the way then.”

“Cool.”

Robyn followed Chris out the side door of the kitchen to his car. Chris assisted her inside the black SUV before climbing into the driver’s side of the car.

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Compromise

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“Molly, how much longer is this going to go on for?” Sherlock announced rather loudly.

“Will you be quiet.” She hushed at him through gritted teeth and a serious glare. “Just go to your mind palace, or something.” She sighed.

His hand moved to the inner pocket of his suit jacket to locate his phone.

“Except that.” She hissed.

“Fine. But I’ve already been inside my head for the past however many years this has been going on for.” He slouched further down the wooden bench, creaking noisily as he slid.

“SHHHH.” An old lady in a ridiculous hat poked her head between Molly and himself, although her anger was directed towards Sherlock.

Molly sighed and turned her attention back to the couple at the altar. His eyes roved around the church, observing the ridiculous stained-glass windows and their ridiculous attempt to portray the fictional story of one of the many non-existent Gods this world was full of.

What to do. What to do. What to...

His eyes flittered around trying to find something to distract his idle mind when they settled on Molly. Molly dressed in her deep red, floral kimono maxi dress and her hair pinned into a soft loose bun, the front few strands falling in waves down her face. The lipstick staining her lips, a pantone or two from matching identically with her dress.

He had noted all this before, obviously. She had stepped out of her bedroom as he waited by her breakfast bar earlier that morning. He was finishing the fastening of his cufflinks onto the crisp white shirt, which contrasted against the darkness of the navy, three piece suit he wore. The image of her as she floated by him to put on her heels she had left by the door, caused him to double take. She was gesturing to something behind him, he realised after staring at her like a gormless idiot for a few moments she was asking him to pass her phone over. Instead he told her she looked beautiful. She truly did. She smiled at him sheepishly, unsure. He kissed her softly to reaffirm his point. She was very efficient when it came to distracting him.

Much like he was now.

He blinked rapidly, coming back to the present. His eyes still fixed on the woman beside him. Her hands restless in her lap as she twisted and pulled at her fingers. She was nervous, she had been for the past few days before the event. Apparently, their first official outing as a couple was a 'big deal', especially when the paparazzi caught knowledge of it to Molly's horror. An 'unknown' source had confirmed they were attending a close friend's wedding. Sherlock figured it out in all of twenty seconds. The maid of honour of course. She was one of the only ones armed with the intel of their attendance, besides the bride and groom, as she was responsible for the seating plan. Tweets and Facebook posts fantasizing about surgically enhanced breasts identified the motive for that tip off to the press.

Molly had expressed her fears to him as they lay in bed the previous evening. How she didn't want to ruin Meena's big day, with photographers desperate for a shot of them both together, everybody talking about the two of them. To have her photo printed in paper and online for thousands to see and judge. He told her bluntly that people who read or were associated with any of the media who posted those photos were not worth a millisecond of her thoughts. He didn't choose to be with her because Dave, who lives in Dagenham with his wife and three children, thought her tits looked good. He clearly said the right thing because she proceeded to give him some rather good oral sex.

She was still wringing her hands when his thoughts focused back to the present again. He thought about repeating the Dave from Dagenham comment to her again, especially with her reaction to it last night but he didn't think Molly would appreciate it at this moment... Instead he reached his own hand into her lap and took her hand in his own.

She glanced up at him, her expression was still anxious and distant. Even her obvious annoyance at his earlier behaviour didn’t affect the beauty she radiated. She squeezed his hand tightly, before lifting his hand out of her lap. Her arms remained folded for the rest of the ceremony.

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The tables were now deserted of all dinner ware, replaced by bottles and glasses full of alcohol. The DJ was in full swing, although by the looks of the empty dance floor and full tables it would be around ten minutes before the liquid courage kicked in.

“I knew it would be lamb.” Sherlock attempted his own version of small talk. Molly had barely spoken a word to him since they had left the church.

“Hmm?” Molly shook herself from her day dream, where she was watching the two young flower girls dance wildly to some 'shake it' song on the vacant dance floor.

“The main course. Meena’s father is from a certain part of India that sees lamb as a delicacy. Hence the lamb shanks and what a beautiful touch served in a cardamom and aromatic herb sauce.” His voice elevated over the deafening sound of the disco.

“Or you could have seen it on the invite requesting our meal choices.” She wasn't impressed by his efforts, he could tell.

“Feels more satisfying knowing I deduced it.” He replied smugly, his arm stretched to rest on the back of her chair but she was on her feet before he could touch her skin.

“Right, well now that I know you’ve stalked my friend's family history and who knows what else, I’m going to go and get us a drink. Same again?” She was being short with him, but then his patience hadn’t particularly been enduring throughout the day either. He never was a fan of weddings.

“Not stalking, deducing. And yes.” She walked off without barely a glance towards him, although he watched her all the way to the bar, a frustrated expression crossed his face.

“So, Sherlock.” His blue orbs glanced away from the bar to the red, blotchy face of Mike.

“I hope you’re treating our Molly well.” He winked and Sherlock blinked in confusion.

“As opposed to treating her badly? I accidentally bruised her left hip during one of our sexual explorations the other week. You’re not suggesting I’m abusive are you.” Mike’s face grew redder and his wife shuffled awkwardly beside him, both averted their gaze.

“No, Sherlock. That was what I most definitely was not saying. I just meant, well she seems a lot happier other these past few months. Very happy. I hope you both are.” He laughed for some strange reason and Sherlock furrowed his brow at Mike’s words.

He looked towards Molly at the bar. She was stood side on speaking to another work colleague, her expression light and her face seemed full with the smile she wore. A smile he realised he had been longing for her to give him all day.

“Yes.” He replied simply, he held the ‘s’ slightly longer than intended his mind focused on her frame.

“Good. Because I’d quite like to be invited to yours when the time comes.” Sherlock spun his head back to Mike.

“My what?” Why did this man always speak in riddles.

“Your wedding of course.” He laughed but Sherlock failed to understand the joke.

“But we aren’t engaged.” Sherlock states blankly.

“Surely, you intend to propose to her at some point?” Mike questioned, and Sherlock dreaded what was to come next. He’d already had this conversation with his mother, which ended in a blazing row.

“Hardly.” He announced, his head turned up to the ceiling.

“Oh.” Both the Stamford’s replied in unison.

“Wedding’s are a waste of time, money and paper. Nobody needs to be married in the 21st century. Anybody can open a shared bank account these days without a marriage certificate.” He sounded scripted, as if he had spoken those lines many times over.

“They are also the biggest type of romantic commitment you can make to one another.” Mike's wife argued back.

“Weddings are essentially no different to business contracts. Molly and I, do not intend to exchange such contracts. ” He yawned purposefully, indicating he was bored of the subject.

“Are you sure Molly agrees with you on this?” Mike’s wife questioned him further, her eyes sad and pitying.

“I don’t assume, I deduct.” He narrowed his eyes at her.

“Molly clearly loves you. I think rather than using your superhero powers Mike has told me all about, you should probably ask her.” Sherlock felt the lump in his throat form instantly.

“Well, we all have different perceptions of love I suppose. Wouldn’t do us all to be the same now would it!” Mike thankfully concluded, drawing the heated debate to a close. “But you know if it does happen then save us two seats.”

“If what happens?” A familiar voice called from behind them. Molly stood positively radiant behind him. Her hands full with a flute of prosecco and a glass of scotch. Her smile was nowhere to be seen, instead her features were plastered with an annoyed expression.

“Oh, Nothing-“

“Our wedding.”

Mike and Sherlock replied at the same time.

“Oh. I see.” The glasses were immediately deposited on the table. She almost collapsed into the chair, her hands clasped tightly.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up Mike.” She joked, but her face didn’t seem to match the light heartedness of her comment.

“I already explained the pointlessness of the conversation.” Sherlock spoke proudly.

“Brilliant. I love it when you tell people how great it is that Molly Hooper will never be the bride.” She rolled her eyes and took a sizeable swig from her flute. Sherlock seemed to get a niggling feeling that something was not quite right. The Stamford’s looked away awkwardly, registering the annoyance of Molly’s mood. Then the music changed and Mrs Stamford was on her feet very quickly and dragging Molly to the dance floor.

Sherlock watched from the safety of the table as Molly attempted to dance rather badly to the beat. He recognised the song from one Molly had on her Spotify playlist. Beyanca was it? The information was irrelevant. She looked happy for the first time properly that night. A part of him longing for her to show him the same happiness she shared with her friends.

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Sherlock wasn’t the greatest when it came to understanding human behaviour. But he knew when he was being avoided. And Molly was most definitely avoiding him. Since she had been whisked away to the dance floor she had failed to return to the table. That was forty-seven minutes ago. He’d took to responding to a couple of emails during her absence when he looked up to try and find her.

It was much darker now. The room illuminated by disorientating coloured disco lights. Despite this obstacle, Sherlock knew she wasn’t on the dance floor. A quick glance behind him. Or at the bar.

If he could track down some of the countries most infamous criminals he should have no issue locating a tipsy Molly Hooper. He excused himself from the embarrassingly drunk Stamford’s who were all over each other like a pair of teenagers. He instantly appreciated the quietness of the large corridor as he exited the main hall of festivities and stood to consider his next move.

“Ah shit.”

A familiar voice echoed from the left of him. He rounded the corner to find her sat alone on the third step of the grand staircase. She appeared to be trying to unstrap her shoes but was failing miserably. He walked over to her and bent down onto his knees in front of her. His hands covered her own at her feet, gently pushing them aside. She accepted his assistance slouching back onto her elbows, he could feel her watching him.

“I told you to wear your flats. But I’ve seen a basket of flip flops by the entrance to the hall aptly named ‘the real dancing shoes’ so at least there’s a back up plan.” He smiled up at her to be met by a pair of sad brown eyes and a matching frown. “You’re upset with me.” He spoke as he looped the strap from around the back of her slender ankles.

“You here on your knees, taking off my shoes, is the closest I’m ever going to get to a marriage proposal isn’t it.” He paused briefly at her words, his fingers poised against the skin on her lower calf. He quickly proceeded on with his task, his head lowered staring intently at her feet.

“Molly, I-“ His voice quivered slightly.

“Last night when I told you why I was nervous, I didn't tell you everything." They looked at each other then, and for the first time in their relationship, Sherlock felt apprehensive for the words about to leave her mouth. "I was nervous, yes, but I am also jealous of Meena. I know it isn’t fair because when I accepted this relationship I knew marriage was going to be the compromise. I thought I could get over that. I genuinely thought that having you was enough.” The shoe slid off of her foot and to the floor with a thud. Sherlock continued on with the other shoe. “And then today happened and when I watched Meena marrying and committing herself to her best friend, I just felt so frustrated and confused that it would never be me.” She was upset. Sherlock detected it in her voice and it made him feel guilty that all along he had unknowingly been the source of her distress.

“I’m not angry at you Sherlock. I knew what I was giving up to be with you. You’ve come along way from the man you used to be and I’m so proud of you. Proud that you opened yourself up to me.” She exhaled in long breaths. The tears now threatening to fall from her eyes.

“But you’re not happy. And now we are in a situation where you want me to give you the one thing you have always wanted.” He spoke in a sombre tone. The mood turned tense once more. He watched as Molly sat there looking so sad and so deeply beautiful.

“Sherlock, it’s fine. I'm just drunk. Just forget it, forget I said anything.” She moved to stand but Sherlock’s hands pushed her thighs firmly, she dropped unsteadily back to the carpeted stairs.

“When we first committed to each other. We had a conversation about compromise. Well more of a you taught me how to try to be good at it.” She smiled and Sherlock’s heart increased by at least another ten beats per minute. “We agreed if someone cooked dinner, or bought in my instance, then the other had to tidy up. Whoever used the last of the milk had to replace it. If I wanted access to some body parts then it would cost me, well a demonstration of my sexual prowess.” She rolled her tear filled eyes and swatted his chest. “We had all these conversations about the little things, but we never spoke about the big ones. You made the assumption coming into this relationship I will never propose to you. I will admit my thoughts on matrimony are not conventional and I most definitely don’t agree with the pompousness of it. But Molly Hooper...” His finger delicately lifted her chin to his eye level. She closed her eyes and gulped hard. “I lied too. Well, to Mike and his wife. They asked if I knew you were okay with the idea of us never eloping. I told them I deduced it from you, because in reality I didn’t want to accept what I always knew. That this…” His eyes rolled in an upward arch at the surroundings. “A wedding. Is what you have always wanted.” The hands on her thighs tightened their grip. “And Molly, if it takes tens of thousands of pounds, a room full of insufferable family members and a ring to make you happy, well then I suppose I can compromise on this one thing for you.” She met his eyes, her own wide and bright with a hope he had not seen before. Then her lips crashed against his own for a hungry kiss.

“You do know it’s rude to propose at someone else’s wedding.” She whispered against his lips.

“I’ve just asked for your hand in marriage and now you’re critiquing me?” He pulled his head back slightly and raised his right brow high.

“I’ll give you a six for the proposal. The romantic gesture was perfect. Major criticisms were most definitely timing and the lack of a ring.” She held his gaze, her right forefinger absentmindedly rubbed the length of her ring finger on her left hand.

He glanced to the side, a used party popper cast aside on the floor. He picked it up and snapped the gold ribbon from the head. He delicately wrapped it into a tight knot onto her ring finger.

“I can’t do much about the timing aspect, but does this improve the score?” She stayed quiet as he affixed the band, her eyes watched in astonishment.

“Most definitely.” She kissed him hard. Her fingers curled possessively around the back of his neck, her other hand slid into his shirt between the space of his second and third button, her nails roamed over his chest. Sherlock recognised these signs instantly and dragged her up to him. His lips were upon hers in moments again.

“The room key-“ She spoke breathlessly between kisses as his left handed fisted into her hair.

“is still on the-“ the right roamed down and lifted her dress up past her hips on one side, squeezing her left bum cheek.

“tableahhhh.” Before venturing to the inner part of her thigh just where it was softest and a favourite trigger point of his Molly’s.

“I’m not going to be able to make it back to our room.” His voice rumbled and his eyes glowed devilishly as he dragged her further away from the festivities. His sentence was a statement and Molly followed him willingly.

“But where-“ he cut her sentence short with a chaste kiss.

“Do you know me at all?” He grinned at her wickedly. “I already checked the floorpan of the building before we got here in case of this exact predicament. Or the best exit points in case of emergencies.” She giggled so deliciously it intoxicated him into a further frenzy as took her by the hand.

He stopped at the second door on the left and removed a key he most definitely should not have access to from his pocket. Molly rolled her eyes, her hands still weaving their way around his torso. The knob turned as he pushed her into the dark cupboard. He quickly followed her in, slamming the door behind him. He lifted her onto an empty shelf, their touches feverish. He heard soft thuds as Molly’s hands reached out to grab onto something for support, crisp white linens falling to the floor around them.

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The dance floor was positively heaving when they returned ten minutes later. Seemingly their lack of presence gone unnoticed. Molly made a beeline straight for Meena who was dancing with a small group of girls. He headed to the bar for much needed refreshments.

“Now, we’ve ‘ad a boogie. Let’s ‘av some romantic ballads for all the couple’s out there. This is a wedding after all!” The DJ’s voice came muffled and northern over the microphone.

The upbeat, pop song faded out as Sherlock's drinks were served. Sherlock recognised the song as the intro started. Can’t take my eyes off you, by Andy Williams. Surprisingly, a song he knew well going back to his university days when the rugby boys would sing their own crude version to any beautiful girl who walked by them on their weekly social outing.

Sherlock watched on as Molly hugged Meena, before the newly betrothed woman was whisked off her feet by her new husband. Molly moved to the side of the dance floor and clapped the happy couple. Sherlock paid the bar man, took a deep gulp and placed the drinks back onto their table, but he had no intention of taking a seat. He walked straight up and behind Molly, wrapping his arms around her waist. She turned in his arms, her eyes wide with shock.

“Are you lost, Sir?” She mocked him. Her arms looped around his neck as they started to sway.

“On the contrary. I think I’ve found exactly where I need to be.” Her deep brown eyes softened in the disco lights, he pulled her closer his mouth by her ear. “Although, there will most definitely not be a DJ from Leeds, with a DUI, living in a two bed terrace with four husky’s at our wedding.” He felt her stiffen slightly and he pulled back to study her face. “I was thinking more of a string quartet?” He continued, but her face still remained glazed.

“You really are serious? About us, and a wedding?” She eyed him hesitantly he felt a little unnerved.

“I thought my intention was clear?” He removed her left hand from his neck, holding it up in the space between them. The cheap gold ribbon still remained fastened to her finger. He kissed her finger softly, their eye contact never faltered. “Though I do plan on getting you something a little more…” he pinched her ring finger between his thumb and forefinger “permanent.” He was rewarded with a smile as they both closed the space between them. The side of their heads pressed together as he inhaled her scent, traces of his own smell mingled with her own from their lustful encounter and he suddenly felt quite possessive of the woman in his arms.

They danced in circles to the rhythm, when Sherlock’s attention was briefly diverted. He looked up to see Mike waving furiously at him from a few metres away, his head peering over the shoulder of his wife. Once Mike knew he had Sherlock’s attention he pointed to Molly’s hand atop of Sherlock’s shoulder, clearly signalling to the gimmicky band around her finger. He nodded once at him with a reassured smile, and Mike beamed back at him clenching his hand into a tight fist as a gesture of triumph.I’ll watch out for our invitation in the post. He mouthed out before turning his attention back to his wife. Speaking of wives… Sherlock looked back down at the woman in his arms, her head tucked into his neck.

“Oh and about your part of the compromise.” He whispered loudly above the music, lifting her from her daze.

“Yes?” She mouthed up at him.

“I get to take you up to our room right now, without saying goodbye to anyone in this hall.” Her eyes gleamed wickedly at his offer.

“Round one wasn't enough for you was it?" She smiled up at him impishly. "Fine. Fetch my bag and a bottle of champagne. I’ll meet you up there in five minutes.” She kissed him deliciously, before she slid out of his arms and out into the hall.

For the first time in his life, Sherlock acknowledged he was a very lucky man indeed.

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“So, I never did ask what changed your mind?” The voice of Mike Stamford called from behind him.

“Let’s just say I still had a lot to learn about how relationships worked.” Sherlock stood tall from his slouching position on the stone balcony.

“Well I’m glad you did." They both turned at the same time, looking back through the veranda windows to the sight of Molly Hooper being held tightly by Mike's wife. Her fitted ivory lace dress gifted to her from her mother's side of the family. Simple, yet elegant. It complimented its wearer beautifully.

“Guaranteed peace for my time.” Sherlock smirked as he took the glass tumbler from Mike's hands.

“Peace? Surely the great Sherlock Holmes isn’t that deluded? You do know how that worked out for Chamberlain back when he said those words?” Mike laughed and clapped Sherlock on the shoulder. “Wait until you’re deciding on the name for your first born. Then you can let me know how the peace thing works out.”

Sherlock almost choked on his scotch.

#sherlolly #Sherlock x Molly #Sherlock Holmes #Molly Hooper #domestic #remember it's all about the giving as well as the taking

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merry christmas, happy holidays

(it’s already the 23rd, right? i can post this?)

make the yuletide gay!

i took part of the @pjosecretsanta2k17 project this year! my gift (a short and sweet fanfic, as you may have been able to guess) goes to @megagrandstudentjellyfish, merry christmas! i hope you like this. it’s a little (a lot) shorter than what i usually write, but well, i like it? read it under the cut for now, i’ll be posting it to ao3 before new year’s!

name: It’s Christmas, I love you pairing: solangelo rating: teen and up notes: a fluff explosion in which nico does not get arts and crafts and will is flawless as always

Nico has glitter glue under his nails. And in his hair. And he’s pretty sure some got into his eyebrows, too.

He tries not to mind. He constantly looks away from his nails and makes a conscious decision to avoid reflective surfaces when he glances up. It’s not that hard, really – except for when he has to cut something and has to pay attention to his hands more in order to not cut himself. He barely manages to bite down a curse the third time this happens and he sees his nails again. It’s going to be hell trying to get all the glitter off.

Across the table Will has a permanent grin on his face. He’s wearing the horrible thing he calls his Christmas sweater that Cecil gifted him three years ago as a joke, and his hands work expertly on the different types of paper and glitter and glue like he was made for arts and crafts. (Being a son of Apollo, maybe he was.) The radio plays the third different version of Jingle Bell Rock within two hours, and Will tosses his head around and sings along from the bottom of his heart.

Will can’t sing to save his life. Nico wants to go find earplugs. He’s also pretty sure he’s never loved or hated Will as much as he does right now.

”How many more of these do we have to make?” Nico asks, wondering if he could distract Will enough that he’d maybe forgot about the stupid Christmas cards. It sounds unlikely, but Nico would be willing to take the chance.

Will seems to go through some sort of mental checklist, then looks at the ready cards, sitting in neat piles by their empty mugs. ”I’d say maybe five or six more, maybe eight just in case I forgot someone.”

Nico sighs and looks at the stacks of crafting supplies. ”We’ve been doing this all day! I have glitter all over and I’m pretty sure I’ve cut my fingers more times than I’ve been stabbed.” He pouts, kicking his leg under the table and brushes Will’s ankle with his socked foot. The action is much more caring and patient than his voice. ”Who are we even sending these to? I wasn’t aware we knew this many people.”

Rolling his eyes, Will sets aside another perfectly crafted Christmas card with bells and snowflakes and reindeer and pushes his hair out of his face. No excess glitter anywhere. Nico is extremely jealous and also mildly pissed off. ”Well, Hazel and Frank, for starters. Cecil, Lou Ellen, Jason and Piper, Percy and Annabeth, Leo, my mom, Chiron, my dad, your dad, Austin and the rest of my cabin – ”

”Hold on, what was that?” Nico makes a time out sign with his hands and looks at Will like he’s grown a second head. ”We are sending out Christmas cards to our dads?”

”Yes?”

”Christmas cards. To our dads. To actual real life pagan gods.”

”Yes – ”

”Seriously, Will?”

Will gets up with a sigh and picks up their mugs in the process. ”I’ve told you. It’s about the tradition, not the religion. It’s a nice gesture. Trust me, they won’t read too much into it.”

Nico watches as Will fills up their mugs with more hot chocolate and wonders if Will has officially lost his mind forever. ”Maybe your dad won’t, but my dad? Wouldn’t be so sure.” He takes the scissors and uses the blade to try and get the silvery goo from his nails. ”I did tell you about that time Hazel talked about going to Sunday mass out of curiosity and dad flipped out, didn’t I?”

Will hums in response and adds whipped cream to their beverages. And sprinkles. And cinnamon waffle sticks. ”You did, but this is hardly the same thing. The cards don’t even mention Christmas.”

”I don’t think my dad cares if they say merry Christmas or happy holidays, Will.” Nico gives up with the scissors and tosses them across the table. They knock down a particularly neat card with a silhouette of a reindeer against the northern lights on it. ”It’s still a Christmas card, and Hades is very much not a fan.”

Finally satisfied with the hot chocolates, Will turns to look at Nico. He places the refilled mugs on the table, then circles around it to where Nico sits and promptly lowers himself to sit on Nico’s lap, arms tangling past Nico’s shoulders and chests pressed together. No matter how annoyed Nico is, there’s no way he’s going to resist Will like this, ever. Perhaps that’s what Will is counting on. Nico can’t find it in himself to care that he’s being played, not when the player is such a handsome one.

”My boyfriend, the worrier”, Will mutters and presses a kiss on Nico’s forehead. The gesture is sweet, something Will has taken to as an everyday way of showing affection to Nico without using words. It melts Nico inside, just a little bit. ”Always thinking too much.”

Nico is about to argue, possibly something about it being impossible to worry too much about pissing off the gods. However, Will’s fingers choose that exact moment to start playing with the hairs at the back of Nico’s neck, and damn, Will’s good. How is it that he knows exactly what to do to get things his way with Nico? How is it that Nico doesn’t even really care that Will wins so easily?

Will leans down and catches Nico’s lips in a kiss that tastes like hot chocolate and peppermint sprinkles. Nico closes his eyes and his arms follow the familiar path to wrap themselves around Will’s waist, bringing their bodies closer and making him tilt his head a tiny bit back to make sure his lips stay connected with Will’s. Their noses brush together, and Nico’s is a little bit colder than Will’s, like it always is. Will is always so warm; it’s one of the perks of being the son of a sun god. Nico doesn’t mind one bit, especially on cold winter nights when their bodies press together under the covers. Or on December afternoons when Will sits in his lap and he manages to sneak his cold fingers under Will’s jumper.

”If you think that’s payback”, Will mutters against Nico’s lips when Nico’s fingers mimic the soft caresses of Will’s own, drawing patterns on the soft skin on Will’s lower back, ”then you should know me better than that. Your fingers are always cold. I’ve never had a problem with them before, now, have I?”

Nico hums in appreciation when one of Will’s fingers traces the hairline on his neck. ”It’s not payback”, he admits between their slow kisses. ”Maybe I’m merely trying to distract you.”

”Hmm, clever.” Will’s other hand tangles itself in Nico’s hair entirely, and he’s so warm, oh so warm. ”Very clever indeed.”

”Is it working?”

Nico feels the grin on Will’s lips before he opens his eyes and the mirth in Will’s. ”Not quite well enough, I’m afraid.” With a final peck on Nico’s lips Will leans back, but doesn’t yet get up from his lap. ”I don’t get why you think it’s such a big deal. It’s just a card. Surely your dad can’t read too much into it.”

Nico wants to argue. He really, really does. But he’s getting kind of tired of repeating himself, so he just groans and buries his face to Will’s chest because hey, it’s very conveniently right there. He feels Will’s laughter rumble against his forehead, and Will’s arms hug his head closer, and this is actually a very comfortable place to suffocate to death.

”Besides”, Will prompts, laughter still evident in his voice, and rests his chin on top of Nico’s head, ”what if, when we get married, we decide we want to have a traditional church wedding, hm? Are you saying your dad would disown you and not attend?”

That’s where Nico’s brain short circuits. Married? Wedding? He feels himself go rigid in Will’s hold, but he doesn’t raise his head. He can tell his face is beet red. His pulse picks up for a moment before he can get it under control.

Sure, they have been together for years. They’ve lived together for three years already. They’re adults, from a social point of view anyway, and they have got their lives together, more or less. In theory, the next assumed step to take is to get married, to settle down and start ”the next big chapter” as Jason put it in his speech in Percy and Annabeth’s wedding.

But Nico still can’t help but feel like this is all pretty sudden. He hasn’t given marriage a second thought, has he? Like, sure, when they were sitting at the reception at Percy’s wedding and he looked at Will, smiling and laughing and looking pretty damn good in a well fitted tux, Nico might have wondered if Will would want to wear one to their wedding, too. And okay, hearing from Jason about all the different choices he has to make concerning his wedding with Piper, about the location and the cake and the music… of course it makes Nico wonder a little what he would personally like. And maybe, just maybe, he’s spared a thought or two to wonder if much would change, after all, if he and Will did one day get married.

It’s a terrifying line of thought. Not the part where Nico marries Will; that part is pretty obviously nice and exciting. But the part where he’s not even a little bit scared about it? About marriage, about binding himself to another human being for the rest of his life? That’s the scary part.

And now, Nico isn’t even afraid of what Will would say, if one day in the not so far away future he would actually ask him.

Relaxing his muscles, Nico lifts his head just enough to press his face against the smooth skin of Will’s neck. ”Truth be told, I don’t know what he would do.” He gives a quick kiss to Will’s pulse point before propping his chin up on Will’s shoulder. ”But I don’t think we’ll find out by sending him a Christmas card.”

It’s not a proposal, but definitely not a dismissal. It’s not even a real conversation about the possibility. They have barely even brushed the subject of marriage, but still Nico feels like there’s some kind of understanding between them now. There’s no pressure, if maybe a slight layer of expectation. Nothing to panic about, and certainly not a discussion to have at this moment. And that’s quite alright

They sit in their little tangle for a while. Will plays with Nico’s hair again, and Nico runs his hands gently up and down Will’s back over the sweater. The radio plays an overly cheery recording of Winter Wonderland, and the hot chocolate is getting cold on the table. Will hums along the radio. Nico is in love.

It isn’t until Nico starts losing the feel of his toes that he gently pats Will on the thigh and leans back. ”Okay, time to get back to it, then. My legs are falling asleep.”

”Is that your subtle way of telling me I should start dieting?” Will teases with a poor attempt of hurt in his voice, but does get up. Nico misses his warmth immediately.

Watching Will as he rounds the table to sit in his own chair again, Nico wonders what he did right in his past life to have a chance with someone like Will in this one. Or maybe it’s the Fates’ strange way of trying to balance out all the suffering in Nico’s youth, who knows. Whatever it is, Nico is definitely not one to complain.

”No”, he says and links his ankles with Will’s under the table and takes a sip of his now lukewarm hot chocolate, ”it’s my way of telling you that it better be one hell of a Christmas card if you intend to send it to my dad. He’s kind of picky when it comes to aesthetics.”

Will’s smile glitters more than Nico’s nails.

#solangelo #fanfic #will solace #nico di angelo #christmas #happy holidays #pjosecretsanta2k17 #my stuff #fluff explosion

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Part One of the List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 5/8/2018

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt FAQ

Below is the list of prompts submitted to @holidaysat221b. Where possible, we have tagged the submitter so that credit can be given if a prompt inspires someone to write a fic or create a piece of art.

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category. However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it. Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it! Prompts that have been filled at least once will be noted with a link to the fic/art, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes.

2) Please submit an ask or message @holidaysat221b with a link to your work, the prompt you used, the prompter, and how you want to be identified (in cases where your Tumblr and fic/artist name are different). This will allow us to share your work with our followers and tag the prompter (if possible).

3) We have set up a Sherlolly Prompt Collection on Ao3. If you are planning to post your fic or art on Ao3 and would like to add it to the collection, please do. As of this moment, the collection is open and unmoderated. Please remember to credit the prompt and prompter in your fic/art notes.

On to the Prompts as of May 8, 2018

Art

Art prompt: (I’ve wanted this like burning for five years, I’ll never give up asking) Sherlock and Molly, the cake scene from Sixteen Candles". Only in the morgue and Molly’s wearing the lab coat. - @sunken-standard (Prompt fill - Sherlolly // Sixteen Candles by @simplyshelbs16xoxo)

Art prompt: Potter!lock. Don’t care if it’s student Sherlock and Molly in their house robes, teachers, wizarding professionals, a recreation of the Order of the Phoenix group photo with Sherlock characters instead. Whatever. Just as long as it’s Potter!lock. - @darnedchild

Art prompt: Molly and Sherlock’s first real date gets interrupted by a case. Are they dressed up for a fancy evening, or wearing something more suited to fish and chips and a walk around the park? - Anonymous

AU/Works that do not/will not fit in with the series current on-screen canon

Sherlock: A TV series featuring a hot guy with awesome deductive skills, his best friend the doctor, the exasperated detective inspector, the sweet landlady, and the pathologist. And no, the pathologist isn’t in love with the hot guy. - The Silent Fangirl

A post TRF fic, where Sherlock takes Molly with him, but they return to London a couple years later than in canon because Molly got pregnant along the way (or even twice), so now they are three/four of them instead of two? - @mychakk

“We had chips. She liked me.” – Sherlock in TLD. What could have been had he and Molly gotten chips in TEH: A kick to Tom’s butt. Happy greeting (a hug at least!) at the end of TEH. Quite a lot of sex with Sherlock instead of Tom. Molly the best man’s date. A (sophisticated. Or not) Molly/Janine cat fight for Janine hitting on SH moments. Dancing, so much Sherlolly dancing (and no leaving early). Probably no Shezza (Shezzer?)—which, hmm, is a shame (But maybe they’ve their own not-being-on-a-sex-holiday-but-sexing-a-lot time). A real proposal to Molly. Molly at family Christmas, maybe even a Christmas wedding. Solving CAM without the threat of exile sharpens Sherlock’s deductive abilities. No Norbury as Molly’s already expecting their first offspring, so Sherlock doesn’t taunt needlessly. Mary as the Sherlolly baby godmother as she’s alive! Culverton Smith is taken down by the duo of Mary and Molly while the latter gives birth there (because the ladies are awesome, plus Mrs H tackles him down). John is so impressed he doesn’t look at any other women. Molly’s big heart brings Eurus from her metaphoric plane the moment she steps into 221B, plus baby Holmes wins her heart too. The Holmes family reconciliation and Eurus is in therapy instead of being a multi-killer. Baker Street Boys Team continues while Baker Street Girls Team gives them a run for their money. Mycroft asks Lady Smallwood out himself to her astonishment and internal squealing. Mummy Holmes gets more grandkids than she could’ve imagined. And basically, everyone walks happily into the sunset. The End. Please note, some things can obviously be modified. - @mychakk (Prompt fill - Turn Right by sunken_standard)

AU: Molly runs away from home when her parents try to arrange a marriage for her. She wants to pursue a life that involves science and marry for love if she ever gets married at all. She meets Sherlock, who is being pressured by his family to marry a nice girl they found for him who loves science as much as he does. It will be interesting when they figure it out. - @shadowyqueenbeard (Prompt fill - Uncertain Terms by geekmama)

AU. Instead of dying, Mary actually does hide from Sherlock and John effectively and they don’t find her. Still wracked by guilt and worried he’ll never see her again, John still imagines her in his mind and Sherlock still goes after Culverton Smith … possibly both to save John and because maybe Smith knows something about where Mary went? To solve the mystery and bring Mary home, Sherlock and Molly team up. - @rooneykmara

Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. - @escaily

To cover her butt during New Year’s Eurus lies and tells mummy that Sherlock has a wife, and Mycroft borrows her ‘Sherlock’s wife’ excuse whenever he wants to avoid sticky topics during holidays. The lie gets bigger the more Sherlock avoids family meetings. Until December when Sherlock finds out he’s married to a forensic (E), sex addicted(E), petite (E), intelligent (M), very forgiving (M) paragon of virtue (M). Now he needs to find a stranger that fits the description before Christmas. - @escaily

Rock Royalty AU. That AU in which Mary drags Molly into an edgy rock concert of her favorite band “Baker Street Boys” even though everybody and their mother knows that indie acoustics and hippie music is Molly’s thing. Enter Sherlock Holmes lead band member, (the type of Rock Star that sings ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ while high as a kite) famous for his electric violin solos, addict past and cold attitude. He tries deducing the girl less likely to throw herself at him out of all the fans and finding that one concert goer who doesn’t get turned on by his music. Turns out that Molly the ‘I-said-I’m-not-a-groupie’ pathologist in training is actually an interesting girl when she’s not covering her ears, even if Sherlock needs to educate her on the finger points of violin appreciation. Basically a fic where the Rockstar wants to turn this hater into a fan but actually ends up falling for her instead. - @escaily

The Do Over/ Time Travel Sherlolly fic that I NEED. Let’s pretend that a destroyed Molly went to sleep the night of the infamous phone call wishing she could do it all over again, and overnight she wakes up back in Season 1 first ep. If you could get a do over, erase all the bad things that have ever happened with the person you’ve always loved, even if it meant never having the good, would you do it? Especially if said person just broke your trust over the phone. The moment with the riding crop, all the late nights at the morgue, chose to avoid that awful Christmas party (showed up with a boring date), change shifts the day ‘Jim from IT’ asked her out and not offer her help when Sherlock needed to fake his death. Of course, fate still keeps throwing her together with Sherlock no matter what she tries. “You’re not MY Sherlock, you wouldn’t understand,” she whispered at last. “And what did your version of me have that I don’t?” “Many things, I know you think you can’t be a better person, but my Sherlock was.” Or something around those lines where slightly-younger Sherlock feels jealous of TFP Sherlock, because in any version of history Sherlock will always end up falling in love with Molly and she’s already so attuned to his quirks that he resents the ‘other him’ for having so much time with her. - @escaily

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene. - Kay

iZombie!Sherlock – Think of this, if Sherlock gets infected we have: 1) Sherlock with white hair 2) Sherlock getting brains from Molly “for experiments” 3) Sherlock getting different attitudes (hippie brain = hippie!Sherlock) 4) Paler than normal pale Sherlock 5) Sherlock with red bloodshot eyes. Also: If Molly Hooper gets infected, it’s like she’s the Liv Moore of Barts. Lestrade as Clive (and relieved to be not only depending on Sherlock to solve crimes). Sherlock deduces Molly’s hair color and tan (because Molly can’t show up to work with white hair, even whiter skin color, and very slow pulse rate). Major asshole Boss being the one shipping tainted Utopium to Britain. - The Silent Fangirl

Superwholock!Sherlolly - The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion - The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock - The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”. - @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little. Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)? - @darnedchild

Sherlock and Lady Molly of Scotland Yard. Molly Hooper as Lady Molly from “Lady Molly of Scotland Yard” with her crime solving partner Mary (Morstan). (Note from Mod - “Lady Molly of Scotland Yard” used to be available via BBC Radio 4 Extra on demand, you may still be able to find it online somewhere.) - @lullikiish

A Hades and Persephone AU with Molly as female Hades (the unrequited love at first, the proximity with death) and Sherlock as a male Persephone (the curiosity, the lack of eating). Irene would be a great Poseidon (the chaos provided by the ocean, the sailor knots). As for John, he would be a great Hermes! - Kay

Gimme “The Full Monty”, baby. Surely someone can find a reason to have Sherlock, John, and Greg get their kits off? Or Molly, Mary, and Sally? Mrs H could give professional pointers and tips to whomever you’re planning to get starkers. - Anonymous

A Sherlolly version of “It’s A Wonderful Life”. Sherlock gets to see what his loved ones’ lives would be like if he never existed, realizing the positive impact he had on them when he was alive. - @simplyshelbs16xoxo (Prompt fill - Strange, Isn’t It? by SimplyShelbs16)

Something similar to “The Ransom of Red Chief”, only in this version the kidnappers have figured out that Molly Hooper is a pressure point for Sherlock Holmes. They take her captive, intending to blackmail Sherlock or hold Molly for ransom; but Molly Hooper is having none of that nonsense. While Sherlock works to save her, Molly finds ways to torment, injure, and outwit her captors. Whether she escapes on her own, finds a way to let Sherlock and John know where she’s at, or ends up driving her kidnappers crazy to the point that they give up and send her back is up to the author. Could go humorous or dark very easily. - Anonymous

Clique/Sherlock Crossover - After the events of TFP, Molly Hooper (who is actually Jude McDermid) decides to go back to Edinburgh, broken-hearted & bound to continue the “family business” after years of running away from it. Gone is her long hair & colorful jumpers: she completely changed her look & have every information about Molly Hooper destroyed. Years passed, she forms the Solasta Women’s Initiative, much to her brother’s delight, until a horrific event brings Sherlock Holmes back into her world again. It’s more of a Sherlolly/Judelock mash-up where Sherlock wants to know why she left, who she really is, & how he’s still madly in love with her. Molly/Jude is more like she’s finally embracing the life she thought she never wanted, until she realizes that she can never forget the love she has for Sherlock. Can she be Jude & love him as well? Can Sherlock accept her true reality, or does he only love her as Molly & not Jude. Throw in a nice mystery/thriller plot too! Oh yeah Mycroft, who knew Molly is Jude from the beginning but decided to let Sherlock figure it out on his own, is determined to stop this union at all cost. Pls include all the girls & guys in Clique, especially Holly since she’s a badass off to take down Jude and her “girls” no matter what! It’s a crazy plot but if you’ve seen the 1st 2 episodes of Clique, it screams for a Sherlolly crossover fic! Thanks for reading this uber-long fic prompt! - @violetjersey

A reversed Potter!lolly with Sherlock being the Muggle-born, while Molly’s the pureblood witch (the likes of Luna Lovegood). Sherlolly, of course. - @mychakk

Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag. - @darnedchild

We know Molly can keep other people’s secrets. Maybe Molly has a few secrets of her own, i.e. her very secret collection of FWBs. Because honestly, you think she would just sit alone in her home every night, year after year, quietly pining for a romantic relationship with Sherlock? And what a surprise when Sherlock and their friends find out…maybe at Sherlock and Molly’s wedding? Crossover possibilities depend on FWBs selected…Q (James Bond), Loki (Avengers), Doctor Strange, etc. - @rubyred7531

Crack!fic based on an episode of “Friends”. Sherlock marries Janine. (Maybe for a case, or because Molly is still engaged to Tom.) Unfortunately, he says Molly’s name during his wedding vows … - @shadowyqueenbeard

“Two Mules for Sister Sara”, but with undercover Father Sherlock (or Brother Sherlock if you want to go that way). You could go with the original western cowboy period or make it modern. You can keep it PG -or- you could go for that priest kink M/E rating. - @darnedchild

Reverse “Runaway Bride” AU, where Sherlock is getting married to Janine and Molly to Tom at some venue with space for lots of simultaneous events. Then they both get dumped in the altar. And it’s a meet cute of two people commiserating about how annoying it is to be the jilted ‘acceptable’ fiance in a rom com. - @escaily

Period pieces/TAB

Victorian “Hooper”lock—Molly in disguise as “Hooper” the man, and they work together on a case and sparks fly. They flirt and all, and Sherlock can’t figure out right away that she’s a woman, and I think it might not even bother him that much. - @lullikiish

TABverse – After the whole bride thing Molly Hooper asks Sherlock to help her create a new Alias for herself, something ‘detective proof’. The thing is that Sherlock doesn’t approve of the nurse Alias, or shopkeeper, or the governess one, or the maid costume (brothel girl disguise almost kills him). For Sherlock her new persona will just have to be the wife of someone with status, someone like him. - @escaily

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge” - @darnedchild (Prompt fill - Water Under The Bridge by SimplyShelbs16)

Song Fic: … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please. - @chelle812

Song Fic: Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally” - @darnedchild

Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through” - @darnedchild (Prompt fill - And I’ll See It Through by darnedchild)

Song Fic: … I’ve got a quote from a song. “You only know you love her when you let her go.” (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”) - @flowerstar5 (Prompt fill - Turn Right by sunken_standard)

Song Fic: Angst. Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”. Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out. - @shadowyqueenbeard

Song Fic: 8 Seconds “Kiss You” - @shadowyqueenbeard

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

A case involving wine and stolen spatulas leads to Mycroft Holmes being attracted to Molly Hooper. Too bad Molly’s had enough of the Holmeses, and Sherlock mooning over her really isn’t helping. (Molly Hooper/Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes) - The Silent Fangirl

Molly wants to meet The Woman. Irene and Sherlock are still friends, and Molly is curious. Much to everyone’s surprise, Molly and Irene hit it off fairly quickly. (Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper/Irene Adler) - Anonymous

When Sherlock is injured and stuck in a cast up to his thigh, Mary and Molly find out JUST how grumpy he can get. They end up putting him by a window with binoculars, his pain medication, snacks, juice and his mobile. What happens next? (Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes/Mary (Morstan)Watson) - @penaltywaltz

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Part One of the List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 4/3/2018

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt FAQ

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes.

On to the Prompts as of April 3, 2018

Art

AU/Works that do not/will not fit in with the series current on-screen canon

Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. - @escaily

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene. - Kay

Superwholock!Sherlolly - The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion - The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock - The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”. - @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little. Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)? - @darnedchild

A reversed Potter!lolly with Sherlock being the Muggle-born, while Molly’s the pureblood witch (the likes of Luna Lovegood). Sherlolly, of course. - @mychakk

Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag. - @darnedchild

Period pieces/TAB

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge” - @darnedchild (Prompt fill - Water Under The Bridge by SimplyShelbs16)

Song Fic: … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please. - @chelle812

Song Fic: Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally” - @darnedchild

Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through” - @darnedchild (Prompt fill - And I’ll See It Through by darnedchild)

Song Fic: Angst. Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”. Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out. - @shadowyqueenbeard

Song Fic: 8 Seconds “Kiss You” - @shadowyqueenbeard

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

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Part One of the List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 2/6/2017

And we are back! Thank you for your patience over the last several weeks. The planned for Prompt List hiatus during the 12 Days of Sherlolly stretched through February as this mod moved to a new state. As a matter of fact, I’m still surrounded by a mountain of boxes and only just got my desk put together two nights ago.

But no one cares about that, so here is the first Sherlolly Prompt List of the year!

As of 12/5/2017 the Prompt List has been split into two parts due to size.

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt Fest FAQ

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category. However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it. Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it! Prompts that have been filled at least once will be followed with an *, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes. It’s the polite thing to do.

3) We have set up a Sherlolly Prompt Fest Collection on Ao3. If you are planning to post your fic or art on Ao3 and would like to add it to the collection, please do. As of this moment, the collection is open and unmoderated. Please remember to credit the prompt and prompter in your fic/art notes.

On to the Prompts as of February 6, 2017

Art

AU/Works that do not/will not fit in with the series current on-screen canon

Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. - @escaily

To cover her butt during New Year's Eurus lies and tells mummy that Sherlock has a wife, and Mycroft borrows her 'Sherlock's wife' excuse whenever he wants to avoid sticky topics during holidays. The lie gets bigger the more Sherlock avoids family meetings. Until December when Sherlock finds out he's married to a forensic (E), sex addicted(E), petite (E), intelligent (M), very forgiving (M) paragon of virtue (M). Now he needs to find a stranger that fits the description before Christmas. - @escaily

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene. - Kay

Superwholock!Sherlolly - The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion - The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock - The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”. - @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little. Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)? - @darnedchild

A reversed Potter!lolly with Sherlock being the Muggle-born, while Molly’s the pureblood witch (the likes of Luna Lovegood). Sherlolly, of course. - @mychakk

Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag. - @darnedchild

Crack!fic based on an episode “Friends”. Sherlock marries Janine. (Maybe for a case, or because Molly is still engaged to Tom.) Unfortunately, he says Molly’s name during his wedding vows . . . - @shadowyqueenbeard

Period pieces/TAB

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please. - @chelle812

Song Fic: Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally” - @darnedchild

Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I’ve got a quote from a song. “You only know you love her when you let her go.” (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”) - @flowerstar5 *

Song Fic: Angst. Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”. Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out. - @shadowyqueenbeard

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

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Part One of the List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 2/27/2017

As of 12/5/2017 the Prompt List has been split into two parts due to size.

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt Fest FAQ

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category. However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it. Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it! Prompts that have been filled at least once will be followed with an *, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes. It’s the polite thing to do.

On to the Prompts as of February 27, 2017

Art

AU/Works that do not/will not fit in with the series current on-screen canon

Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. - @escaily

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene. - Kay

Superwholock!Sherlolly - The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion - The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock - The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”. - @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little. Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)? - @darnedchild

A reversed Potter!lolly with Sherlock being the Muggle-born, while Molly’s the pureblood witch (the likes of Luna Lovegood). Sherlolly, of course. - @mychakk

Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag. - @darnedchild

Period pieces/TAB

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please. - @chelle812

Song Fic: Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally” - @darnedchild

Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I’ve got a quote from a song. “You only know you love her when you let her go.” (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”) - @flowerstar5 *

Song Fic: Angst. Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”. Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out. - @shadowyqueenbeard

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

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Part One of the List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 3/6/2017

As of 12/5/2017 the Prompt List has been split into two parts due to size.

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt Fest FAQ

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category. However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it. Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it! Prompts that have been filled at least once will be followed with an *, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes. It’s the polite thing to do.

On to the Prompts as of March 6, 2017

Art

AU/Works that do not/will not fit in with the series current on-screen canon

Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. - @escaily

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene. - Kay

Superwholock!Sherlolly - The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion - The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock - The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”. - @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little. Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)? - @darnedchild

A reversed Potter!lolly with Sherlock being the Muggle-born, while Molly’s the pureblood witch (the likes of Luna Lovegood). Sherlolly, of course. - @mychakk

Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag. - @darnedchild

Period pieces/TAB

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please. - @chelle812

Song Fic: Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally” - @darnedchild

Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I’ve got a quote from a song. “You only know you love her when you let her go.” (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”) - @flowerstar5 *

Song Fic: Angst. Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”. Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out. - @shadowyqueenbeard

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

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Part One of the List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 12/12/2017

As of 12/5/2017 the Prompt List has been split into two parts due to size.

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt Fest FAQ

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category. However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it. Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it! Prompts that have been filled at least once will be followed with an *, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes. It’s the polite thing to do.

On to the Prompts as of December 12, 2017

Art

AU/Works that do not/will not fit in with the series current on-screen canon

Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. - @escaily

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene. - Kay

Superwholock!Sherlolly - The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion - The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock - The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”. - @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little. Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)? - @darnedchild

A reversed Potter!lolly with Sherlock being the Muggle-born, while Molly’s the pureblood witch (the likes of Luna Lovegood). Sherlolly, of course. - @mychakk

Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag. - @darnedchild

Period pieces/TAB

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please. - @chelle812

Song Fic: Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally” - @darnedchild

Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I’ve got a quote from a song. “You only know you love her when you let her go.” (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”) - @flowerstar5 *

Song Fic: Angst. Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”. Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out. - @shadowyqueenbeard

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

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Part One of the List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 12/5/2017 - One new one!

As of 12/5/2017 the Prompt List has been split into two parts due to size.

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt Fest FAQ

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category. However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it. Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it! Prompts that have been filled at least once will be followed with an *, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes. It’s the polite thing to do.

On to the Prompts as of December 5, 2017

Art

AU/Works that do not/will not fit in with the series current on-screen canon

Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. - @escaily

NEW – Rock Royalty AU. That AU in which Mary drags Molly into an edgy rock concert of her favorite band “Baker Street Boys” even though everybody and their mother knows that indie acoustics and hippie music is Molly’s thing. Enter Sherlock Holmes lead band member, (the type of Rock Star that sings ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ while high as a kite) famous for his electric violin solos, addict past and cold attitude. He tries deducing the girl less likely to throw herself at him out of all the fans and finding that one concert goer who doesn’t get turned on by his music. Turns out that Molly the ‘I-said-I’m-not-a-groupie’ pathologist in training is actually an interesting girl when she’s not covering her ears, even if Sherlock needs to educate her on the finger points of violin appreciation. Basically a fic where the Rockstar wants to turn this hater into a fan but actually ends up falling for her instead. - @escaily

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene. - Kay

Superwholock!Sherlolly - The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion - The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock - The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”. - @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little. Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)? - @darnedchild

A reversed Potter!lolly with Sherlock being the Muggle-born, while Molly’s the pureblood witch (the likes of Luna Lovegood). Sherlolly, of course. - @mychakk

Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag. - @darnedchild

Period pieces/TAB

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please. - @chelle812

Song Fic: Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally” - @darnedchild

Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I’ve got a quote from a song. “You only know you love her when you let her go.” (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”) - @flowerstar5 *

Song Fic: Angst. Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”. Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out. - @shadowyqueenbeard

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

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Part One of the List of Sherlolly Prompts as of 3/13/18

As of 12/5/2017 the Prompt List has been split into two parts due to size.

Here is a link to the very informal Sherlolly Prompt Fest FAQ

Some submissions were specifically labeled as Art prompts, and they have been separated into their own category. However, if you are a fic writer and one of the art prompts calls to you, go for it. Likewise, if one of the other prompts makes you want to draw, have fun with it! Prompts that have been filled at least once will be followed with an *, in case that influences your decision to work with one.

We only ask three things:

1) If you use one of the prompts on this list, please remember to credit the prompt and prompter somewhere in your fic summary/art description or in your notes. It’s the polite thing to do.

On to the Prompts as of March 13, 2018

Art

AU/Works that do not/will not fit in with the series current on-screen canon

Uni!lock Sally wakes Molly at 2 am because her junkie boyfriend of dorm 221b is streaking across campus calling her name, so she better stop denying that she’s his girlfriend. - @escaily

Crossovers/Works set in or inspired by another specific fictional universe (ie Potter!lock)

I’d really like to see a Daemon (from the His Dark Materials books by Philip Pullman) version of Series 3/TAB/Series 4 (any or all of those), especially when it comes to the ILY scene. - Kay

Superwholock!Sherlolly - The Silent Fangirl

Doctor Who!Sherlock - Molly Hooper as a companion - The Silent Fangirl

Me Before You!Sherlock - The Silent Fangirl

Molly Hooper as “Mary Reilly”. - @darnedchild

Dracula!lock, but maybe mix it up just a little. Sherlock as the object of Dracula’s affections (Mina) and/or Molly as the vampire expert (Van Helsing)? - @darnedchild

A reversed Potter!lolly with Sherlock being the Muggle-born, while Molly’s the pureblood witch (the likes of Luna Lovegood). Sherlolly, of course. - @mychakk

Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” – because I always think of the movies when I see Mizjoely’s U.N. Owen tag. - @darnedchild

Period pieces/TAB

Song fic/Inspired by lyrics

Song Fic: Adele’s “Water Under the Bridge” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I would love something based on “Samson” by Regina Spektor please. - @chelle812

Song Fic: Katy Perry’s “Unconditionally” - @darnedchild

Song Fic: Texas’ “I’ll See It Through” - @darnedchild *

Song Fic: … I’ve got a quote from a song. “You only know you love her when you let her go.” (Note from Mod - The song appears to be Passenger’s “Let Her Go”) - @flowerstar5 *

Song Fic: Angst. Based on the ABBA song “Knowing Me, Knowing You”. Sherlock and Molly have tried to have a serious relationship, but it just didn’t work out. - @shadowyqueenbeard

OT3/Sherlock, Molly, and ?

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