#the-sapphiresky

[shell-raising]

With this final part, the conflict has been resolved and they can be lovers again with no problems.……….or can they?

I guess we’ll see….

Part 1

Part 2

[shell-raising]

As I said in the comments, I’m having a panic attack in a good way!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahaa! Thank you @indieyuugure , hearing that from you makes me so happy 💙

I love your stuff, keep up the great work!

Hi it’s me again! get used to me lol

I’ve finally gained enough courage to ask my favorite creator nothing can stop me now!

I drew the thing from my last ask 😄

I love them so much XD

This occurs after Zeyphr (the winged one) got mutated and Leo was, well Leo, and very concerned.

Hee-hee glad you could join the party ^v^

AAHHH! I LOVE IT!! 🥰💕

Your art style is so adorable! I love their designs!

I’m so happy you were able to apply this idea to your AU! It’s so cute!

[mel-loves-all]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @the-sapphiresky

[lilsherlockian1975]

This is a little something for @the-sapphiresky . Sorry I missed your birthday, sweetness. Hope you like this. You are dear to me, Sky!

Huge thanks to @mizjoely for being an amazingly quick and oh so helpful beta. Alas, he mistakes all belong to me.

Sherlock’s memories of John’s words are from The Lying Detective (and one other line) I do not own them. They are in italics and stand alone in the fic.

Enjoy ~Lil~

Checking his watch, Sherlock realised he had some time to kill. Should probably do a bit of clean up, he thought with a grimace.

It was more of a distraction than anything else but it did the trick. Moving about his flat, he straightened things as he went and tried to focus on menial tasks rather than his upcoming meeting. Picking up Rosie’s discarded bits of biscuit from the coffee table, he tossed them in the bin then dusted off his hands. She had demolished his stack of medical journals… again. He restacked them, then grabbed the cushions off the floor, tossing them back onto the settee.

Once everything was back in its place, he checked his watch. That killed nearly ten minutes. He sighed as he sat in his chair and pondered.  

She’s out there, she likes you…

He laughed out loud at the absurdity of John’s statement. Now, months later, the doctor still assumed that the reason Sherlock didn’t return Adler’s messages was because of his ‘fear of intimacy’ or some such drivel. Even after the events at Sherrinford, his friend didn’t seem to have a clue. He knew this for a fact because the man had just left, daughter in tow, and had once again brought up the subject, asking if Sherlock had communicated with the Dominatrix.

He hadn’t, of course. He couldn’t send Irene a text or phone her, not while his emotions were still whirling around a certain pathologist. His mind couldn’t stop thinking about big brown eyes and too thin lips. It was filled with dimples and ponytails and ugly jumpers. The memories of her face: smiling, laughing, concentrating, angry, disappointed and worst of all near tears haunted him daily. Her whispered ‘I love you’ still echoed in his ears.

... do you have the first idea how lucky you are?

“I do, actually, John,” Sherlock said to his empty flat. Ironic, since he didn’t even believe in luck.

She should have told him to bugger off after his first insult, but Molly Hooper was made of stronger stuff. To the outside observer, she may have seemed spineless for sticking around - for staying through his mockery, though his manipulations, through his continuous bad behaviour - but he knew better. The woman was perhaps the strongest person he’d ever known.

He chuckled. “Okay, she and Mary will probably have to share that distinction.”

Would complete you as a human being…

Hmm, complete him? Possibly, he supposed. John assumed that romantic love was the one element that Sherlock was missing, but what his friend didn’t know was that he did feel it. He felt Molly’s love, even returned it, he just didn’t express it outwardly.

Oddly enough, John hadn’t pressed the issue of Molly and those words, annoyingly more fixated on Irene’s occasional text messages. He knew why, of course. John assumed that Sherlock had only said them to save Molly’s life. His friend couldn’t possibly know what it had cost to speak them… right then… in that moment… under duress.

Phone her, do something while there’s still a chance, because that chance doesn’t last forever.

He glanced down at his watch. Was time moving slower or was it just him?

It’s gone before you know it.

John’s words were understandable; he was grieving, after all. But Molly was always there. She wasn’t going anywhere…

Before you know it!

“Is she?” As he spoke the words, he stood and walked to the window.

She almost had, of course. She almost married that idiot. Would that have been so bad, though? Sherlock knew that nothing would stop her from loving him. If his behaviour hadn’t accomplished the task then marriage certainly wouldn’t. They had weathered rougher storms than her falling for another man.

John wasn’t talking about losing his wife’s heart, however, he was talking about losing her completely. A pain spiked through Sherlock’s chest when he suddenly envisioned the casket once again.

The loss of Molly Hooper might just manage what London’s most brilliant, most ruthless criminals could not. He laughed bitterly. No, it would, wouldn’t it? It would end me. Especially if it happened before he had the chance to taste her sweet lips.

Sighing, he stood and paced to the window, resisting the urge to check his watch yet again. He had been at this crossroads for months. A question had plagued his mind: What to do about Molly Hooper? Followed by many, many more…

Could he make her happy? How does a person who’s never had an actual relationship begin one? Did she deserve better? And how long do two people who’ve known each other for more than eight years have to wait before shagging like crazed bunnies on speed?

He checked his bloody watch… again.

She taught me to be the man she already thought I was.

And this was the real problem. An entirely Molly created problem.

John may have been talking about Mary at the time but he couldn’t have known how apropos his statement was to Sherlock’s consternation.  

Molly understood him without even knowing why she did. She gave her love without any hope or, more importantly, need for reciprocation. She just… loved.

It was a beautiful thing to behold, once he realised what he was actually seeing, that is. In fairness, it did take a while. At first, he thought it was nothing more than infatuation - perhaps it was… for a little while, at least - but it grew, it changed, evolved. Sherlock couldn't help but observe her. It was in his nature to closely watch those around him and once she had his attention, he watched Molly Hooper very carefully. He soon realised that she cared for more than his good looks or brilliant mind, but for a heart that he didn’t even know he possessed.

In watching her love grow - watching her give it so freely for so long - she had taught him a valuable lesson: Molly Hooper had taught Sherlock Holmes how to love.

She had always loved without getting any love directly back and he wasn’t entirely sure how the next part worked.

How did one both give and receive love at the same time?

Get yourself a piece of that.

Sherlock turned, throwing his hands in the air and growled, “I’m trying, John!” as if his friend was standing in the room and could hear his frustrated declaration.

He was just going to have to figure it out. Glancing down at his damnable watch, he realised that he had officially run out of time and quickly turned back to the window in hopes of catching her arrival.

Less than sixty seconds later he did. Molly Hooper walked up to the building, took a deep breath, and then disappeared from his sight.

His heart rate increased as he heard her light footfalls on the stairs, panic quickly setting in. As he faced the door of his flat, his own frantic voice started berating him...

You’ve hurt her.

You waited too long.

Should have talked to her just after.

Why didn’t you go to her the first chance you had?

And then suddenly John’s...

It is what it is.

She was at the door, just about to knock.

But I don’t deserve her! he thought. I couldn’t possibly be worthy of…

Knock-Knock

Clearing his throat and trying to shake off his nerves, he said, “Come in,” as calmly as possible.

And there she was. Molly Hooper. She smiled, but didn’t speak, and the most unimaginable peace settled on him, covering him like a warm blanket. “Hello, Molly,” he greeted, stepping forward.

“Hi. I was… surprised to get your text.”

“Really?”

She nodded, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “We’ve hardly spoken… since.”

Two more steps and he was right in front of her. “And for that, I am truly sorry.”

“It’s all right, you’ve been…”

“No excuses, Molly. We’re… I’d like to start over, in a way.”

“‘Kay,” she replied with a smile, her dimple deepening, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

Reaching out, he took Molly’s hand. “There’s only one way to start this,” he said. Drawing her closer, he removed the bag from her shoulder, letting it drop to the floor, then cupped her cheek. “I love you, Molly Hooper. In every sense of the word.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for taking so long in telling you.”

Several seconds passed before Molly closed the distance, answering him with her too thin, but oh, so sweet lips pressed against his.

In saving my life, she conferred a value on it. It’s a currency I do not know how to spend.

He knew exactly how to spend that currency now.

Thank you, Mary.

Thanks for reading ~Lil~

[elennemigo]

‘Molly.’ ‘What about her?’ Mycroft inquired. ‘I love her.’ 'And?’ Sherlock shrugged his shoulder. 'And what? She loved me, I destroyed that love, and now I shall continue to live my life as I did before I made the mistake of giving in to sentiment.’ 'You don’t really believe that Molly Hooper no longer loves you.’ Molly nearly stumbled pack at the heartbroken look that flashed across Sherlock’s face. 'Tell me what happened that night, Sherlock.’ Sherlock closed his eyes. Molly swallowed against the lump in her throat. She remembered every second of that encounter, every word, every arrow to her already broken heart.

The Conspiracy by @the-sapphiresky (Published on FF Jan 11, 2015) 

A couple of Thursdays ago I recommended «Unlawful Imprisonment», a fic from @lilsherlockian1975 that it was indeed based on this one. So here it is!

Some well known faces are reunited to conspire and get these two dorks in love finally together! This is a beautiful fic, multi-chapter, that you can’t miss. (I just read it again and I got goosebumps with those dialogues!)

For Sherlolly TBT :)

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

Happy Birthday! ❤🎉🎂 Hope it has been filled with love and laughter!

Thank you so much! ♡

[yourdistinguishedglitterwife]

I think I might have read this on Ao3, but still. A favorite of mine!

Undercover Baking

Fluffiness, ya’ll. Fluffiness abounds. And a tinge of crackiness. Happy Friday, may all your weekends be fantastic!

Sherlock crouched in front of the oven and scowled. Inside was supposed to be the most perfect cake in all of creation. Rich chocolate with just the right combination of lightness and moistness. Yanking open the door, he retrieved the pan and dropped it unceremoniously onto the stovetop.

The edges of his cake were already burned and the middle was still a gooey puddle. And all he had to show for his efforts in this catastrophe was frizzy hair covered in flour, a messy apron, and a severe loss of pride.

‘Oh, my.‘ 

His nose twitched as the scent of cinnamon and chocolate wafted over him. 

‘Would you like to try again, Mr Scott?’ The elderly woman teaching this ridiculous class laid her wrinkled hand on Sherlock’s arm in an attempt to placate him. 

He bit his lip to keep from snapping at her and adopted a forced chagrined expression, turning to look at her. ‘I’m not sure another attempt would show any improvement, Mrs Foster.’

‘Maybe Miss Souris would care to assist you.’

Sherlock turned to face the station behind him and didn’t even try to hide his displeasure. Piping intricate flowers along the edge of her perfectly round, perfectly frosted, and no doubt perfectly delicious, vanilla cake, Molly glanced up and smiled sweetly at him. 

'I’d be happy to in just a mo’.’ With a flourish, she finished the last flower and reached for another piping bag. To Sherlock’s growing surprise, she expertly dabbed yellow accents at the tips of the flower petals, spinning the cake stand with her free hand. 

'There!’ She declared it finished and stepped back. The rest of the class had abandoned their own projects to watch her work and applauded, several of the women crowding around and examining Molly’s creation with oohs and aahs while the undercover pathologist blushed prettily under their praise. Sherlock looked back at his own pitiful attempt and, if possible, his scowl deepened. 

'Ready to go?' 

He nearly jumped in surprise. So lost in his sulk, he hadn’t noticed Molly approaching him. She stood right next to him and was pretending to examine his cake (if it could even be called that), all while speaking out of the corner of her mouth. 

'Sherlock?’ She whispered. 'Do you have enough evidence yet?’

Of course he did. He’d had it the moment they’d sat down for the class introductions. Mrs Foster, sweet old lady that she appeared to be, was embezzling from the school. He’d snatched her phone and forwarded the incriminating emails to Lestrade before they’d even broken an egg. But he’d wanted to show off a bit. He was a graduate Chemist and baking was essentially edible Chemistry. 

Unfortunately, his ability to achieve perfection in all he tried his hand at apparently did not extend to culinary arts. And the cherry on top of this fiasco was that instead of being impressed by his inate baking skills, Molly easily showed him up while he floundered pathetically.

Not that he wasn’t impressed (and more than a little turned on) by her confident prowess in baking. But the case was not turning out how he had anticipated.

He’d been trying to work up the courage to ask Molly out for weeks. But the words would never come. He’d eventually resorted to asking her to accompany him on cases. They’d gone on seven in the past two weeks and John was beginning to get suspicious as to why Sherlock was leaving him alone all of a sudden. 

What Sherlock hadn’t expected this time was to discover that, despite his Chemistry background, he apparently couldn’t bake at all. And that Molly had managed to hide a secret talent from him for years.

'Where did you learn to do this?’ He blurted out.

Molly blinked and busied herself rearranging the ingredients on his station. 'I practiced. My schedule doesn’t allow me much of a social life. Baking became a bit of an obsession to cope with the harder days.’

He hummed in understanding. 'Maybe you could… teach me sometime.’

Her hands stilled and she looked at him in question. 'Like right now?’

'I don’t think this is the right place, considering the Met should be here to arrest Mrs Foster within the next seven minutes.’ They shared an amused smile. ‘But tonight?' 

She nodded. 'As long as we do it at my place. I have a feeling we may accidentally introduce some unfortunate chemicals if we did it at Baker Street, no matter how well you say you cleaned.’

He chuckled. 'Fair enough,’ he agreed as he unknotted his apron and tossed it to the floor. Molly opened her mouth to tell him to pick it up, but he cut her off. He wasn’t going to put this off a moment longer. 'Since you have the rest of the day off anyway, would you like to join me for coffee?’

His tone had been casual, but his heart was racing. Molly’s eyes widened in surprise and a becoming blush stained her cheeks. Her mouth opened and shut several times as she tried to speak. 'Join you? As in…a…?’

'A date? Yes.' 

Seven seconds of agonizing silence passed while Molly stared at him in shock. He was beginning to worry that she didn’t seem to be breathing when her surprise suddenly gave way to a beaming smile that lit up her face. 'I’d love to.’

Relief swept over him. He grinned as she eagerly jerked her apron over her head and tossed it toward the laundry bin. 

'Shall we?’ He held out his hand to her. She pulled her lips back to hold in her smile and dimples appeared in her cheeks as she slipped her hand into his. 

'Afterwards, back to mine for a baking lesson?’ She smirked up at him.  'I think your culinary skills are in desperate need of immediate assistance.’

He mock pouted, but preened when Molly squeezed his hand to pacify him.

'Don’t worry, we’ll start simple. Some scones or biscuits, maybe? We can always have John taste test them so we don’t have to.’ She smirked cheekily.

A wicked grin formed on his face and he snatched her beautiful creation, stand and all, in one hand and pulled her along behind him with the other. ‘You’re positively devious, Doctor Hooper.’

Molly turned back to the confused class and waved just as Sherlock pulled her out the door and out of sight.

Four Hours Later

'How did you like the biscuits?' 

Molly opened her eyes and giggled at seeing Sherlock upside down standing in the doorway. 'Best I’ve ever had, though next time we should try actually baking them.' 

Rolling over, she rested her chin on her arms and bit her lip as she stared at her boyfriend. Boyfriend! He sauntered over to her and dropped onto the bed. The sheets were wrapped around her haphazardly and the way he looked at her made her feel like a Greek goddess lounging about indulgently.

She turned onto her side, propping her head up. 'Never thought eating uncooked dough could be so sexy.’

He leaned down and began nibbling along her bare clavicle. 'Who could resist watching you lick it off your fingers like that? God, Molly.’

She gasped when his nibbles trailed toward her sensitive neck. 'So, what have you been up to for the past few minutes?’

'Just had to put something in the post,’ he mumbled and stretched out on top of her, pushing her into the mattress and kissing her senseless.

Any questions she’d had flew out the window as he successfully unraveled her from the tangled sheets.

Across London

'A package for you, sir.’

Mycroft glanced over to the door, his feet pounding the treadmill and sweat slicking his hair to his forehead. Anthea walked over to him holding a white box and a chagrined look on her face.

Slowing to a stop, Mycroft hopped off and grabbed a towel to dab at his face and neck. He eyed the box and immediately deduced what it contained and the bastard who’d sent it.

Anthea handed it over to him and quickly left the room before the bubble of laughter she’d been holding back burst.

His chest heaving from the exertion of running, Mycroft braced himself and flipped open the lid.

'Damn you, Sherlock.' 

Written in bright red edible gel in the shaky, yet unmistakable handwriting of his younger, pest of a brother across the surface of a delectable looking cake were the words To Mikey-Wikey XOXOXO in the middle of a sloppy heart.

He trailed his finger through the thick, perfectly creamy frosting and licked it off with a delightful moan, closing his eyes.

'Damn you.’

[ktienh]

#lockdownbingo 6 of 8 Prompt 6: Local author Sᴀᴘᴘʜɪʀᴇ Sᴋɪᴇs ʙʏ Bᴇʟɪɴᴅᴀ Aʟᴇxᴀɴᴅʀᴀ 🔷️🔷️🔷️ At the end of 2nd month in lockdown and entering a 3rd, my headspace dictates that I should be turning to favourite authors to guarantee some comfort reading. I've enjoyed most of Belinda Alexandra's novels but with one set in Russia (a favourite setting!), I know I'm in for a treat. . Sapphire Skies is a time slip novel where we past and present being represented by multiple POVs and the past is truly reaching into the future. The main protagonist, Lily, is an Australian of Russian descent who came to live in Russia as she grieved over a terrible loss. She became entranced and incidentally drawn into the story of a Russian hero, a female ace pilot, who was lost during the war. It was a story of innocence lost, betrayal, strength and a love that always is. . Utterly engaging and even if the ending wasn't quite what I wanted, it was probably the right thing because it still warms my heart and now, I can go to sleep to dream of happy things ;) . 🔒 Here we are at week whatever of lockdown (I don't even know what number anymore!) and I find my little one calling everyone on his kids messenger list practically everyday �� How are you hanging on? DM me if 𝘺𝘰𝘶 need a chat 🤗 🐶 #sapphireskies #belindaalexandra #localauthor #AussieAuthors #australianwomenauthors #aww2021 #historicalfiction #timeslip #russiansetting #romance #evansandtate #margaretriver #semillonsauvignonblanc #freshasadaisy #booksandwine https://www.instagram.com/p/CTderPjBRXy/?utm_medium=tumblr

[holidaysat221b]

Let’s turn back the clock to Winter 2016

If you’re in the mood for some older Sherlolly Winter fun, look no further.  

To help get you in the Winter/Christmas spirit, here are all the submissions we received during the 2016 12 Days of Sherlolly.  Please give them another look, leave a comment or a kudo (or both!), and show a little love to the creators who took the time to participate in 2016.

Christmas at Baker St - Written by @mrsmcrieff With Christmas Day almost upon her Molly receives an invitation from her favourite Consulting Detective. With art by the amazing Rebka18. (On Ao3, Complete in 4 parts, Rated E)

love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence - Written by xXFallenstarXx  (Ao3 account has been Orphaned) Sherlock Holmes would have preferred to dispense with frivolities such as the Yule Ball, but being the Hogwarts Triwizard Champion, he needs a date. (On Ao3, Multi-chapter, In Progress - Orphaned Account, Rated T)

The Lucky Cat - Written by LadySolitaire83  (@ladysolitaire) “Hello, Sherlock,” she began, giving him a wary look. “Is that for a case?”

Sherlock brings Molly a gift and invites her to the Christmas party at Baker Street. (On Ao3, Complete, Rated M)

… My True Love Gave to Me … - Written by @lilsherlockian1975 A happy, fluffy Christmas story staring our favourite couple. Poor Sherlock is trying to ask Molly to the Watson’s Christmas party… things keep getting in the way. Happy Holidays from Lil! (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

A Season of Love - Created by @mel-loves-all A collection of photoshop edits for the Twelve Days of Sherlolly celebration. (On Ao3, Complete in 7 parts, Rated G)

Thank you! - Created by @darnedchild Thank you to everyone who celebrated the Twelve Days of Sherlolly with us. (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

To Face, Unafraid- Written by TravellerOfManyLands (@knapp-shappeys) In 1897, a bullet cut short both the career and the life of a young pathologist named Molly Hooper. 112 years later, her disillusioned and dejected ghost met Sherlock Holmes, and everything changed. But now it’s 2014, and the consequences of these changes are starting to appear in Sherlock and Molly’s world. After all, it is quite unusual when a woman who died in the Victorian Era manages to inhibit a body and roam the streets of London once more… (On Ao3, Complete in 4 parts, Rated T)

Twelve Days of (Sherlolly) Christmas - Written by @darnedchild Twelve completely (probably) unrelated Sherlolly ficlets in a text script sort of format that are only connected by the Twelve Days of Christmas in some way. (On Ao3, Complete in 12 parts, Rated G)

A Very Merry Christmas - Written by @the-sapphiresky Tis the season for Sherlolly Holiday Shenanigans and Sweetness! (On Ao3, Complete in 14 parts, Rated G)

The beautiful 12 Days of Sherlolly graphic was created by @mel-loves-all

[shell-raising]

:)

[yourdistinguishedglitterwife]

I'm glad you did!

I absolutely love reading your works! I've nearly finished!

Sherlolly Regency!lock by @the-sapphiresky If you haven’t read this one yet, it’s so worth it. I won’t say anything about it, otherwise I’ll end up spoiling it, but go. You should be reading the fic. Seriously. Stop reading this post and go read In Matters of the Heart! I seriously just staid up all night reading this. #noregrets

[writingsandfandoms]

Sapphire Sky // Tagged by the awesome @lecosymittens for #septemberpoeticwings challenge hosted by @poetessbecca and @belezaangel ✨ • • #MBS #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poem #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #sapphiresky #writersofinstagram #writer #writingcommunity #writing #words #spilledink #instapoetry #instapoet

[miz-joelys-sherlollilists]

Latest & Greatest Sherlollbrary Additions, theSapphireSky/the-sapphiresky Edition, 08/09/21

A Matter of Pride (Pride & Prejudice AU) (Rated K, One-Shot) Adapt/Crossover AO3 2016

A Touch of Silver (Rated T, One-Shot) Established Sherlolly, Sherlock's Hair AO3 2018

A Vehicular Adventure (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2016

Always (Pride & Prejudice AU) (Rated K+, One-Shot) Historicalock (Regency), Adapt/Crossover, Sherlolly in the Rain, Wearing his Clothes AO3 2018

Coffee, Plain and Simple (Rated K, One-Shot) Sherlolly & Coffee AO3 2015

Daisies and Coffee Dates (Rated T, One-Shot) Sherlolly & Coffee, Post HLV AO3 2015

[mizjoely]

The time has come to vote for your fave Sherlolly fics! Just follow the link to the K-T nominees. Voting will be open from Thursday July 9 til midnight EST on Thursday July 16. Happy voting!

There will be another post for M/E rated fics as well.

Links to all the stories are below the cut in case you need your memory refreshed!

Best Angst

A True Love - satin_doll All In - Writingwife83 “I can’t do this on my own.” - kendrapendragon Meet Me in the Pouring Rain - SimplyShelbs16/simplyshelbs16xoxo Once More With Feeling - Ellis_Hendricks

Best Casefic

Consequences - Quarto Mycroft's Gift - Emma_Lynch/love-yellow-door Of Crowns and Crows - WanderingSoprano Once More With Feelings - Ellis_Hendricks Repeating History - SimplyShelbs16/simplyshelbs16xoxo Best Comedy #8PercentSolution - hobbitsdoitbetter A Piece of That - EllisHendricks A Sherlockian Fairy Tale - satin_doll Let's Meet The Family, Shall We? - mizjoely Universally Monstrous - Frankenstein - darnedchild

Best Drabble (Fics Under 1000 words)

Cravings (Home Sweet Holmes series) - Amalia_Kensington/thisisartbylexie Small Miracles - OhAine Something So Different - Writingwife83 The One Where Anderson Snogs Molly - simplyshelbs16 Worth the Risk - simplyshelbs16

Best Drama

All In - Writingwife83 And Then There Were Two - mizjoely Because You Asked - darnedchild The Great Girl -TheonewithwheelsASH/chelseamh98 The Power of Words - darnedchild Best Multi-Chapter Come Undone - Annorahrose Repeating History - SimplyShelbs16 Run Away with Me - simplyshelbs16 The Sneinton Bollard Children - mizjoely The War Years - whirligigkat Best One-Shot

Because You Asked - darnedchild Extra Portions - EllisHendricks Only Human - Writingwife83 Spark - Writingwife83 Untitled (Sherlock's names for Molly on his mobile) - starlight-falls Best Romance

#keepingwarm - hobbitsdoitbetter Gibbons, Puffins, and Lobsters - mizjoely Keeping Track - mizjoely Put away your courage - OhAine Run Away with Me - simplyshelbs16

Best Historical AU

A Kiss Before - mizjoely Accidental Research - Writingwife83 The Elaborate Truth - Opalskylovedivine The Most Becoming of Brides - hobbitsdoitbetter Untitled (Molly & Sherlock reach an agreement) - kendrapendragon Best Other AU/UA

A Prayer in Spring - OhAine Always, Always - Writingwife83 Bedtime Stories (Unexpectedly Wonderful Series) - eloquated Chemistry - darnedchild The Antidote - theSapphireSky/the-sapphiresky

[lureofthesea]

Yuna: “I can fly.....Believe.”

“I have wings”

[elennemigo]

Happy Birthday, sweetie!! I hope your day is filled with fun, laughter, and lots of sugar! ❤❤❤

Oh wow thank you for leaving me this lovely message! 💕💕