• John: Molly, have you seen the-
  • Sherlock: *kissing Molly*
  • Molly: *snogging Sherlock*
  • John: *gaping* What the-
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Eight years. We were doing so well.
  • Molly: *hisses* Lock the door next time.
  • John: *shocked speechless* Eight...what?
  • Sherlock: Oh, do close your mouth, John. You've just discovered two of your friends have been sleeping together for a considerable amount of time...
  • John: ...
  • Greg: *from outside* I tried to warn you.
  • Sherlock: *grins* You can go away now. We're in the middle of something. My fiancée and I haven't quite finished.
  • Molly: Fiancée?
  • Sherlock: Yes.
  • Molly: *raises eyebrow* I don't remember saying 'yes'.
  • Sherlock: *smirks* I'll make you say 'yes'.
  • Molly: *hot flush*
  • John: ...
  • John: Alright, now I'm leaving.


"There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don’t know how.."

(I almost reached 200, thank you, lovely people!)

The Debriefing

  • .
  • *The door to Molly's flat slams open*
  • .
  • Sherlock: *squinty scowls as he tears around the flat in and out of all the rooms*
  • Molly: *hands on hips* WELL?!
  • Sherlock: There's no one here!
  • Molly: My! Aren't you sharp this evening!
  • Sherlock: You always come over to complain about your dates ad nauseam. You didn't come tonight!
  • Molly: *throws arms up in the air* I was tired! I had a long day at work and then my date was the modern day equivalent of a troglodyte. I just wanted to come home and go to bed.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* But, you always come over and we pick apart these dimwits you insist on dating. You complain and then you eat all my chocolate biscuits.
  • Molly: They're Mrs. Hudson's biscuits.
  • Sherlock: Irrelevant.
  • Molly: Look... *sighs* it's just... I don't need you thinking I'm any more pathetic than I already am.
  • Sherlock: *blinks* Molly Hooper. I would never--
  • Molly: Yeah, yeah. Silly Molly can't hook a decent guy if her life depended on it.
  • Sherlock: Molly... You're the most brilliant woman I kno--
  • Molly: What're you doing here anyway? You tore into this place like--
  • Sherlock: *sheepishly backs towards the door*
  • Molly: *narrows eyes* Hang on!
  • Sherlock: *looks at non-existent watch on his bare wrist*
  • Sherlock: Oh! Look at the time! Best be off...
  • Molly: *rushes to block the door* You thought I was with someone!
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *gasps* I didn't come over so you thought I'd gone home with my date!!
  • Sherlock: *looks everywhere but at Molly while spluttering incoherently*
  • Molly: *pokes him in the chest* You were worried I was going to shag someone else!!
  • Sherlock: Pfft! Don't be ridiculous!
  • Molly: *silently assesses him*
  • Sherlock: *perspires*
  • Molly: *arches eyebrow*
  • Molly: *smirks*
  • Sherlock: *crosses his arms defiantly*
  • Sherlock: *tries to look nonchalant*
  • Molly: Okay, fine. *shrugs and walks away*
  • Sherlock: What?!
  • Molly: You can go.
  • Sherlock: But...
  • Molly: I'm going to bed. *smirks*
  • Sherlock: But....
  • Molly: You'll have to join me if you want to analyse tonight's date. I think it might be my last one for a while.
  • Sherlock: *fights grin and loses*
  • Sherlock: Of course... but you'll have to give me full details if I am to debrief you thoroughly.
  • Molly: How thorough?
  • Sherlock: *locks door and walks towards Molly*
  • Sherlock: Very.


The Birthday Cake

This ficlet is for the lovely Birthday Boy, Benedict Cumberbatch.

Hope you, readers, find it delightful. Thanx for your support as always.


221b, Baker Street.
Kitchen-18.00 hrs.

Sherlock looked closely at the birthday cake which Molly had made for him. The chocolate cake was decorated with his name, the almost looked like him icing sugar and sugar coated icing ball that was assumed to be his Billy, the skull.

Sherlock: Seriously?

Molly: Yes…why? (Her face fell) Oh…You don’t like it…

Sherlock: It’s…em…(finding the right things to say)

Molly: This is awkward. I should have known. You don’t like this sort of thing.

Sherlock: Molly, it’s not…that…I…

Molly: (gave him a faint smile) That’s OK, Sherlock. I can just take it back home and share with my landlord. He loves my cakes.

Sherlock: Hold on, I did not say that I don’t like your cake, Molly.

Molly: I know…You don’t.
It’s your birthday so I was tempted to do something special. I shouldn’t have made a big deal out of this and made you feel uncomfortable. I am sorry, Sherlock.

Molly gave him a warm but kind of forced smile and began to pack her cake quietly.

Sherlock did not know how to react in the situation. He did not know how to express to her that he was actually overwhelmed by her affection. He therefore took the icing sugar Sherlock from the cake and ate its head in one bite.

Molly: Sherlock! That’s an icing sugar doll…just for decoration. It’s terribly sweet, too sweet to eat.

Sherlock: I have a sweet tooth.

Sherlock tried to swallow down to icing sugar very hard.

Molly: (grinned warmly) You don’t have to eat this, Sherlock. It’s really OK. As I said my landlord loves cakes, I can share it with him later.

Sherlock: I will not let anyone else have the cake you made for me, Molly. I am quite possessive of what is mine. You are mine as well as your cake.

Sherlock then used a fork to dig into his lovely cake as Molly blushed prettily in respond.

Molly: You can’t possibly eat it all yourself, Sherlock.

Sherlock: (chewed mini Billy, the icing ball) Why not? I am a birthday boy, aren’t I?

Molly (grinned) I don’t want you to be too full to do anything else tonight.

Sherlock: (frowned) What are you suggesting here, Molly?

Molly: Nothing in particular, Sherlock. It’s up to my birthday boy and what he wishes to do….


  • Moriarty: You commit suicide.
  • Sherlock: No you commit suicide.
  • Moriarty: No you commit suicide.
  • Sherlock: No you commit suicide.
  • Moriarty: I'm not doing it.
  • Sherlock: Me either.
  • Moriarty: I'll just fake it.
  • Sherlock: Me too.
  • Moriarty: Fine.
  • Sherlock: Fine.


Anonymous asked:

Hey! Thanks for following my Sherlock Blog (magpiesherlock)! Followed you from my main blog :) have a lovely day!


No problem at all! Juni at your service :D
And have a nice day as well :)


the-prancing-pony-in-bree asked:

Hello there :) How are you? Would you rather walk through Mirkwood or Shelob's Lair?


Hi :D I’m good! I think mirkwood :) it’s dark and perilous, but there are at least elves that might save me if I get in trouble. If I was I Shelob’s lair I don’t think there would be any hope :)


chessbear asked:

what is your favorite music genre?


I don’t know….. The music I like is vampire weekend, of monsters and men, Coldplay and Matt Corby…. I don’t know what that classifies as :/


bloodycutiepatootie asked:

Do you think Molly loves Austen books and films based on them?If yes,what's her favourite?


Oh yes! Important headcanon!
I would think Prode and Prejudice because I would like to think that she associates Darcy with Sherlock and wants him to take the same turn of personality :)


allthebellsinvenice asked:

Hehehe sure I'll ask a question. Three questions, even. First a baseline. A personality test of sorts. Prince and servant girl, or policeman and streetwalker? Pirate and maiden or burglar and housewife? Military interrogation or vampire abduction? Hehehehehe


Cool questions!
Okay so prince and servant girl, pirate and maiden and police interrogation :D