#my sherlolly moodboard

[waytoomanyhobbies]

Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your three best and/or favorite fanarts/fanfics/moodboards/whatever that you've made, then pass on to others. No self-deprecation allowed! Let's get this self-love going ON!

@babsvibes @sailoreuterpe

I've gotten a couple of these, and I'm so flattered to get them. Took me a little while to decide which 3 things to rec. I've done a little of everything in fandoms, but I think I am most proud of my fics. This isn't ranked. It's just three fics I'm proud of.

Starting with the most recent fic on this list, we have a Stardew Valley one-shot. This is the only time I've ever written in 2nd person, but making it a [Y/N] fic seemed like a fun way of acknowledging the character creator in the game. It's an Explicit rated fic about a female SDV farmer character who married Sam from the game, and the two of them dealing with her nearly getting killed during an expedition to Skull Caverns. I mean, who doesn't like to take the character who hides all their emotional trauma behind a friendly smile and break them open like an angst filled piñata using the emotional whump stick? There is some violence in the description of the attack, but it's mostly rated for the smutty content later on.

Bittersweet Between My Teeth has to go on the list. It was originally meant to be a 4 chapter hurt/comfort fic with Peyton/Blaine. It turned into an 89,000-word novel with action, twists, and subplots. It ended up with an almost equal amount of RaviOli page time and plot. It also became an AU S4 fix-it fic for a lot of the issues I had with the series that led to me no longer watching iZombie. For example, there was this double standard where bad guys weren't allowed to be redeemed even if they wanted to change and heroes couldn't fall from grace even if they participated in insurrection, lynching, and creating/using child soldiers. So, I tried to address and include the characters seeking and needing redemption on both those sides. It's rated Mature, mostly for violence and gore.

And my third self-rec goes to my Sherlolly one-shot. After a certain ILY over the phone, there was a conversation and meeting that all of us shippers wanted to see. This was my take on Sherlock trying to fix things with Molly after the events with Eurus. I'm still insanely fond of how Sherlock, in particular, came out here and of paying off a few lines that I really wanted to see called back. Certain lines still hit me in my whole heart. It's rated Teen.

[mel-loves-all]

2020 12 Days of Sherlolly ~ @holidaysat221b

[purpleyin]

BBC Sherlock moodboards: Sherlolly - Christmas

[fromtheboundlesssea]

Some sherlolly and parent!lock moodboards for fics @chelseamh98 and I work on. Maybe we’ll write them... maybe we won’t. Lol

[you-sweet-summer-child-reloaded]

SENTIMENT

[greylikeawarden]

sherlolly moodboard: study in blue

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

[estellelempereur]

Sherlock/Molly moodboard

[ladyofhimring]

Sherlolly Moodboards - 1/? 

After a long, emotionally draining conversation, Sherlock and Molly agree to try a relationship. When Christmas time comes, Sherlock surprises Molly with a trip to a cottage for them to be alone, Molly is delighted, even if she misses their friends, time alone with Sherlock is precious to her.

A very Merry Christmas to my sister, @mousedetective! Hope your day is a nice one.

[fandomaesthetix]

love?

[mamourland]

Hi! I love your blog, can you recomend magnum pi blogs? I'm new to the fandom, I love your fics and wanted to find more. Thanks.

Hi Anon!! Thank you for your kind message. I'm glad you're enjoying my Fics. I'm still quite new to Fandom but I know a few nice blogs where people post about Magnum PI (not just fics)

@claudia-kishi and @ohmyolicity make the best gif sets about our favorite duo.

@sherlolly-siya and @annieimpala67 have the best Fic ideas that sometimes get or don't get written but we love to comment on them 😉. And @sherlolly-siya is the best source to have BTS infos or footage 😉

@hpfangirl13 and @fightuntilyoucan are also amazing Fic writers and I recommend you read their work.

@zaksfear and @messy-moodboard make collages and videos.

Anyway, I'm sorry if I forgot anyone and if you think of other blogs to mention, feel free to do it as an addition to my post 😉😉😉

Welcome to the Magnum PI fandom, Anon ! I hope you'll like it here 😊

[strangelock221b]

My Sherlolly Beauty and the Beast AU moodboard.

[mel-loves-all]

sherlolly cottagecore aesthetic

[purpleyin]

BBC Sherlock moodboards: Victorian Sherlolly

Sherlock receives an inordinate amount of correspondence, most of which he never reads. Mrs Hudson or John sort the piles of post when they get too unruly and risk cascading across whatever surface they are discarded on. Usually, Sherlock sees only the cream of the crop, the most interesting cases, though sometimes fanmail makes its way in there too, much to his annoyance. He can't be sure if those are due to Mrs Hudson's sentimentality or John's attempt to show him his impact on others, as if he doesn't already know.

What he finds slipped under his door one morning is neither request nor outright praise. The writer is clearly enamoured with him, rambling at first, and yet the prose becomes precise and confident when they dare to suggest another possibility for one of his published findings. Scanning down the rest of the letter, he finds it signed Doctor M. E. Hooper. The name rings a bell but he cannot recall specifics; he must have deemed the information unnoteworthy and banished it from his mind. There are no records of such a doctor anywhere he looks, but a paling Stamford admits there should be - Doctor Malcolm Hooper's name was purged from the St. Bartholomew's record after it was discovered the good doctor was, in fact, one Molly Hooper.

There is no reason past pride for Sherlock to reply to the address listed - no case, no purpose as everything else in his life has. It would be purely to engage her in debate but that he does, for it is rare that anyone questions his reasoning and rarer still they have any chance of being right. Despite her ostracisation from official spheres, she appears to have her methods of keeping up with the literature and lectures of note. She is a woman of means, sole heir to a modest fortune and still in mourning for her father, though not in the least bit squeamish about the realities of death.

Soon he finds he cannot do without her now weekly correspondence, as a bright spot on dull days when decent cases have not revealed themselves. John corners him one morning as he's rifling through the piles, searching for sight of her overly embellished handwriting. With a smug smile, John produces a letter from behind his back and presents it with an infuriating question since he obviously knows the answer, "May I hazard a guess this is what you seek?"

Sherlock makes to snatch up the letter, but John does not give it up so easily, the envelope twisted dangerously between their two grasps. "Have you ever thought to seek her out?"

"Whyever would I do that? This is a purely intellectual pursuit for which correspondence alone suffices." And yet John's query plants a seed inside him; his curiosity about Doctor Hooper grows. Perhaps a meeting could be entertaining in a lull between cases, and besides, it would be eminently practical to do away with any insufferable waiting for the post...

[holidaysat221b]

2018′s Halloween at 221b - A Sherlolly Celebration Master List

To help get you in the Fall/Halloween spirit, here are all the submissions we received during the 2018 Halloween Fest.  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 2018.

We’ve listed where the works are archived, mult-chapter or not, complete or not, and rating.  In progress fics are marked in bold as a reminder for a mod to periodically check for updates.  Tumblr accounts have been tagged where possible, some could only be linked to, and some are completely unknown to the mods.  As always, the complete Master List for all years can be found here.

Alice in Wonderland/Sherlolly Mashup  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo And through the looking glass we see she’s painfully returned. But now off with her head I fear is everyone’s concern.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

All Souls - Written by @geekmama The rain had nearly stopped by the time they reached the village of Grendon and the house where Molly had grown up, and where her mother still lived. He’d been there once before, a few months ago, not long after the Sherrinford/Musgrave debacle, and the house hadn’t changed. Still quite undistinguished from the other residences in this thoroughly middle class neighborhood. For the second time, Sherlock found himself wondering that the unique creature beside him, his beloved, could have sprung from this thoroughly mundane environment. Of course, it had taken him an unconscionably long time to realize exactly how unique Molly was. It seemed irrefutable proof that, while he was very quick in most areas of perception, he could be slow to the point of idiocy in others – and some of them rather essential. It was always possible, Sherlock reflected, as he pulled the car into the drive, that there was more to Molly’s childhood home, too, than first contact had suggested.   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

By the Light of the Moon  - Written by @mizjoely Annabellioncourt on tumblr said: There’s a lovely old English myth that if someone who truely loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human. Others include throwing their human clothes at it and it’d turn back but that’s a bit less romantic. This is my response to that prompt.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

Corpse Bride/Sherlolly Mashup  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Yet I feel my heart is aching Thought it doesn’t beat it’s breaking And the pain here that I feel Try and tell me it’s not real I know that I am dead Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Crimson Peak  - Created by @myqueenismollyhooper  (On Tumblr, Complete)

Dead Man Walking  - Written by @willsherjohnkhanAn alternate reality. Halloween-ish companion piece to The Familiar Stranger…   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

Devoted  - Written by @the-sapphiresky She loved Halloween. It was the one time of the year she could go all out, no holds barred on her morbidity, and no one would bat an eye. She traded her jumpers and comfy trousers for tight leggings, fake blood, bat wings, whatever struck her fancy that year. But this year, the temptation to be morbid wasn’t as alluring as usual.   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

Edward Scissorhands/Sherlolly Mashup  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo (On Tumblr, Complete)

Happy Sherlolly Halloween  - Created by @darnedchildA Sherlolly kiss pumpkin  (On Tumblr, Complete)

I Had A Dream, Molly  - Written by @thehiddenlawyer Sherlock and Molly, in a rough patch in their relationship, are investigating a mysterious death at infamous 50 Berkeley Square in London, when a thunderstorm rocks the house, and Molly walks away with new abilities.   (On Ao3, Complete in 13 Parts, Rated M)

It’s no secret that Molly Hooper loves Halloween  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo It’s no secret that Molly Hooper loves Halloween, but it is something Sherlock finds endearing about her. They spend the afternoon walking through cemeteries, and the evening at her flat, watching cliché slasher films, and handing out candy to children who happen upon her doorstep. That’s when the activity begins. First it’s footsteps here and there, but then it escalates to objects being thrown, and the lights flickering. Turns out the thrift shop mirror Molly purchased for Halloween decór is a portal for spirits. And by the looks of the I.O.U. being painted on the glass, it seems Moriarty is back for revenge.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Jack the Ripper/Sherlolly Mashup  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Jack the Ripper is on the loose, but Sherlock and Molly are on the case. They set out to find the identity of the ripper, unaware that they’re closer to the answer than they think…Sherlock’s cousin, H.H. Holmes. With hesitance, they attempt to acquire help from criminal mastermind, James Moriarty, who is imprisoned. He knows the identity of the ripper, but will only speak in riddles.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Life in Death  - Written by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Molly Hooper finds an antique pocket watch in a thrift shop, resulting in her being haunted by the ghost of a Victorian Era Sherlock Holmes, who happens to have once been a tenant of her flat. Follow this annoyed-at-first-sight story full of witty banter, eventual romance, and an attempted murder most foul.   (On Ao3, Complete in 8 parts, Rated T)

Little Red Riding Hood/Sherlolly Mashup  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Once upon a time, a girl named Molly wandered into the woods in her red hood, only to come across the large black wolf everyone hides away from at night. The first thing she noticed was the strange, but beautiful, cerulean eyes. The wolf, she learns, is in fact a man who can shift into the large beast; a man named Sherlock. Upon finding out that the wolf who attacks her village isn’t him, but another shifter by the name of James Moriarty, Molly begins to set up a trap to catch him. This angers him, and Moriarty bites Molly before he is taken by the men of the village. Sherlock takes care of her through her transition into becoming a wolf herself; a beautiful copper coat covering her. The more time she spends with him, the more she falls in love with him… and he with her.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Nightmare Before Christmas/Sherlolly Mashup  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo My dearest friend, if you don’t mind, I’d like to join you by your side, where we can gaze into the stars, and sit together, now and forever. For it is plain as anyone can see. We’re simply meant to be.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

The Phantom of the Opera/Sherlolly Mashup  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Close your eyes, start a journey to a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Close your eyes and let music set you free. Only then can you belong to me. Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in. To the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #1  - Created by @mel-loves-all Sherlock woke in a hotel room without any memory of how he got there. A case had led him to erotic underground clubs the night before. Flashes of hauntingly lonely brown eyes, skin soft as satin and ecstasy so pleasurably intense, it bordered on pain, bombarded him as the scent of crushed berries and sex lingered on the bed sheets.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #2  - Created by @mel-loves-all Dreams. Fevered, erotic, all consuming. A woman whose beauty takes his breath away. Sherlock doesn’t ever want to wake up.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #3  - Created by @mel-loves-all Mysterious murders lead Sherlock Holmes to the front door of a leading Historian of Witches and Witchcraft. He doesn’t believe in the supernatural but the beautiful professor’s smile could definitely be described as magical.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #4  - Created by @mel-loves-all On Halloween night, there’s a murderer on the loose and Molly’s been kidnapped. Sherlock saves her and finally gets his head out of his arse and kisses her from relief and love.)   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #5  - Created by @mel-loves-all Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #6 - Created by @mel-loves-all Who would have thought Molly and Sherlock both had a taste for the macabre on the scariest night of the year? lol, date night.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #7  - Created by @mel-loves-all What started out as a fun ugly jumper purchase of Molly’s for Sherlock turned into a Halloween themed party where Mrs. Hudson took the grand prize for her “Frequent Flyer” sweater.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #8  - Created by @mel-loves-allMoriarty. Even in death his presence lingers. All Sherlock can do is be there for Molly as she comes to grips with the remembered horror of the man.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #9  - Created by @mel-loves-all Was she going insane? This was the urgent missive Sherlock Holmes was sent. A woman in danger. A woman who was being systematically poisoned and driven towards madness. He would not allow it. The beautiful widow, whose vulnerability, but incredible inner strength, drew forth Sherlock’s protective instincts like no one else before.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sherlolly Moodboard #10  - Created by @mel-loves-all “They talk to me, always…whispering all the things they wished they had time to do…all the things they want me to do…for them" He looked around the morgue, and for one terrifying moment, he could hear them too…”   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Sleepy Hollow/Sherlolly Mashup  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo The Pickety Witch, the Pickety Witch, who’s got a kiss for the Pickety Witch?   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Spellbound  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo A trailer for both stories in my Spellbound Universe.   (On Youtube, Complete)

Spellbound: All Hallow’s Eve  - Written by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Sequel; takes place a year after the epilogue of Spellbound (I suggest reading that first). Sherlock and Molly encounter a man who’s out for revenge at the Watsons’ Victorian themed Halloween party. Meanwhile, there’s a woman roaming around London, impersonating Emelia Ricoletti. Magic, Mayhem, Mystery, and a Murder (or two) Most Foul.   (On Ao3, Complete in 7 Parts, Rated T)

Spellbound: All Hallow’s Eve Edit  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo An edit created to accompany “Spellbound: All Hallow’s Eve”.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Universally Monstrous - Dracula  - Written by @darnedchild It’s Molly’s voice. The woman he had buried just six days prior.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

Universally Monstrous - The Hunchback of Notre Dame  - Written by @darnedchild “The Quasimodo Killer?” Sherlock scoffed. “Really, John. That’s the best you could do?”   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

Universally Monstrous - The Phantom of the Opera  - Written by @darnedchild It was a well-known secret that New Scotland Yard was haunted.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

Vampire Edit  - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Post tfp. Sherlock has opened his eyes when it comes to matters of the heart. A passionate snog in the morgue showed Molly exactly how he felt about her. But there’s danger lurking around the corner… Moriarty never died on that rooftop. He’s a vampire with an agenda… to sire Molly Hooper. By doing so, it will make her undyingly loyal to him, and in turn, burn the heart out of Sherlock. Molly is on the run whilst Sherlock tries to track his arch nemesis down. He finds out that Moran has found Molly, and Sherlock will do anything to save her, but time’s running out.   (On Tumblr, Complete)

Veils of Memory Infected With Dreams  - Written by ALC_Punk (@lyssisbored) Molly was dragged into joining a search through the woods, or so she remembers… Yet the fog is growing ever deeper, and she can’t quite place what she’s supposed to be doing.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

Witchy Woman - Written by @mizjoely Sometimes a witch just wants a night with a hot demon…what’s so wrong about that?   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated E)

[darnedchild]

Everything that Kills Me

This fic is inspired by a moodboard created by @mel-loves-all for the 2018 Sherlolly Halloween, which—in turn—had started as a prompt offered by me (from the lyrics of “Counting Stars” by OneRepublic) when Mel was looking for some inspiration last year. We’ve come full circle, friends.

I’ve included a link to @mel-loves-all’s original moodboard post on Tumblr , if you’d like to leave some love there.

Sherlolly Moodboard #2  - Created by @mel-loves-all

“Original Prompt: from @darnedchild (Everything that kills me makes me feel alive)

**** @darnedchild after reading your prompt, my mind totally went towards a Sherlolly AU where Sherlock encounters a dangerous, but sexy Succubus called Molly.  Oh course it would go there. LOL!)***”

We’re going AU, obviously.  Aspects from the show up through “The Reichenbach Fall” will be included, but are not the main focus of the story so please forgive me for any liberties I’ve taken with the show canon.  Currently unbeta'd because, once again, I'm running behind.

Dreams.  Fevered, erotic, all consuming.  A woman whose beauty takes his breath away.  Sherlock doesn’t ever want to wake up.  

 Everything that Kills Me

makes me feel alive

Part 1

Sherlock maintained many bolt holes spread out across the inner (and a few of the outer) boroughs. Far more than his associates were aware of, much to the annoyance of dear brother Mycroft.

Some of the bolt holes were so rarely visited even Sherlock would occasionally forget they existed, until the time came to dig through his mind palace to find a place to shelter down for a few hours to think or rest.

One of those places was a mostly abandoned groundskeeper shed near a leaning tomb at Hamstead Cemetery in Camden.  

The location wasn’t ideal as far as basic amenities, but it was certainly quiet and out of the way enough that he normally wouldn’t be interrupted or pulled out of his thoughts. And when he’d reached the point of exhaustion, anything with a vertical surface to lay on would be good enough.

Which is how he found himself on a bare cot, in a small room containing a few forgotten pieces of lawn equipment, and only the soft light of the moon filtering through the single window to offer comfort.

He closed his eyes almost immediately.  His mind blanked in the way that only happened when he had pushed himself past the physical limitations of his body (or miscalculated his high enough to mute everything, including his thoughts), leaving him with no choice but to sleep.

Sherlock had no idea how much time had passed when an unexpected voice jolted him awake. Unexpected and almost familiar.  

“… avoided the temptation.  Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I gave in?  How hard I’ve had to work to control my urges?  My hunger?  I’m practically starving.  And here you are, when I’m at my weakest, looking so … delectable.  I could just eat you up.”

His head snapped up, and he tried to force his eyes to adjust to the darkness in the hopes of identifying the speaker.

“Would you like that, Sherlock?”

He jerked upright, his hackles rising at the sound of his name.  

A form stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight.  

Irene Alder.

As she took another step closer, he realized something seemed off about her.  Much like the barely audible difference, almost a whispered echo, in her voice; he was looking at the face and body of the Woman … but not.  Her eyes were blue, but even in the faint light he could tell they weren’t the same blue that he remembered so well.  Her lips were stained Irene’s favourite shade of red, but they weren’t the right proportion. Smaller.  Thinner.

Not a doppelganger, but close enough to be the Woman’s twin.  She would have fooled a less observant man.

“Who are you?”

“Don’t you know?” She ran her hands—tipped in long nails painted the same colour as her lips—down her body.  They paused to bunch or smooth her diaphanous gown at each dip and curve as if they were unfamiliar to her.  As if she wasn’t used to the feel of the body she wore.  

“Aren’t you pleased to see me?”  She took one more step toward him and reached out to touch the side of his face.  He shuddered at the contact.  “No?”  Her red, red lips pulled into a pout.  “That’s disappointing.”

“You are not Irene Adler,” Sherlock accused her.

She titled her head and looked down at him with a hint of curiosity in her expression.  “Is that her name?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know.  Why else would you have gone to the trouble of looking like this.”  He waved his hand at her.  “Although how you’ve managed to pull this off—”  He blinked as something she’d said echoed through his mind palace until it clicked into place.  “You said ‘is’.  Is, not was. How did you know she’s still alive?”

She shrugged. “I don’t, but you do.”  

The woman (but not The Woman, he was absolutely certain) slid her leg over his and settled onto his lap before he could protest.  She tried to wrap her arms around his neck and pull herself tight against his chest, but he held her off with his hands at her waist.  

“Oh, Sherlock. I know you want her; you desire this body.  Don’t fight it.  All you have to do is say yes.  Welcome me into your arms, and you can take it.  Do everything you’ve ever dreamed of to your pretty Irene.”  She leaned in to kiss him and he jerked his head away.

“What are you talking about?  Get off of me.”

She clenched her thighs along the outside of his and refused to be dislodged, but she did pull back enough to leave space between their upper bodies.    

“You want her, but she’s not the one, is she?”  She brushed a curl off of his temple.  “No, there’s another, hidden deep in your mind.”

She inhaled deeply and her eyelashes fluttered.  He would almost swear that her blue eyes flashed golden brown for less than a second.

“You’re not just trying to hide her from me, you’ve locked her away from yourself.  Except for when your heart races with desire and your cock grows firm with the lust you cannot deny.  Who is it that makes your blood burn, Sherlock?  What name is on the tip of your tongue when you spill your seed into your fist?”

Sherlock grimaced in disgust and finally succeeded in pushing her off his lap.  “Don’t be vulgar.”

There was no missing the golden flash this time.  Then she gasped in delight, “Oh, there she is.”

Her features began to blur and shift, causing Sherlock to doubt his own eyes.  Perhaps even his sanity.

Her hair lightened and grew longer.  Her face softened and grew more elfin.  The very proportions of her body changed.  And when she opened her eyes, they were the familiar soft, warm brown he recognized from the pathologist from Barts.

Molly Hooper.

God, she was lovely.

She looked down at her body, then back up at him.  “Interesting.”

Unlike the fake Irene, he couldn’t find anything that indicated that she wasn’t the real Molly Hooper.  Even her voice was Molly’s, no hint of the eerie echo from before.

But that was impossible.

Sherlock blinked several times and shook his head.  “What are you?” he rasped. 

“You can’t be real.” He shook his head again.  “I’m dreaming.  That’s the only explanation.”

She reached toward him once again, then froze when a ray of pre-dawn light stretched across the floor at her feet.  “There’s my clever boy.  That’s exactly what this is.  A dream. Just a dream.”  Her eyes cut toward the window and she frowned before turning back to him.  “Unfortunately, I won’t be able to play with you any longer.  It’s late, and you must be tired.  Close your eyes and let yourself rest.”  Her voice was almost hypnotic.  “Sleep, Sherlock.  Sleep.”

He tried to fight it, but she was right.  He was tired. So very, very tired.

The last thing he felt before he fell asleep was the hot press of Molly’s lips against his own and the warmth of her breath as she whispered in his ear, “Dream of me.”

It was mid-morning before he woke and managed to stumble back to Baker Street, only to be intercepted by John in the sitting room.  

“Jesus, Sherlock. You look like hell.  What did you do last night?”