Anonymous asked: Are you taking prompts? Because I have one in which Martin and Molly go to a Christmas party in 221B and then he proposes to Molly and everyone is in surprise and Sherlock gets very jealous. Pleaseeeee!
Dear Anon, could you please forgive my unforgivable delay, please? Anyway, here it is, finally!
Christmas time had always been herald of ominous omen, for Sherlock Holmes. Take last Christmas, for example. He had murdered in cold blood an evil man, to protect John, Mary and their-at the moment - unborn child; then he had been forced to embark into a suicidal mission, but only for four minutes, because his nemesis, James Moriarty, had decided to come back from the dead (how banal, he had done the same thing just months before), and threaten the lives of his friends and family, again.
One year later, Sherlock had committed a second murder, Moriarty was definitely and unmistakably dead, and England was safe; but the dreadful sensation that something bad was going to happen, couldn’t leave the consulting detective alone.
Why does this look to me like they’re starting a musical number
put that violin back where it came from or so help me
so help me
so help me
it’s a work in progress
“Yes, right now.”
“But Sherlock, you said—”“I was wrong, you were right: there’s no time like present, Mrs. Holmes.”
Molly wasn’t sure what surprised her more: the fact that her husband admitted that he was wrong, or that he’d picked her up right off the ground and walked them back into the bedroom to get the ball rolling on their plans to start a family…