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My end of an art trade with the wonderful, @rebka18!! Reigen and Serizawa in ACNH style!

Enjoy these silly little guys. they were really fun to draw :3

So this is the picture I based the mermaid fic for @221b-hogwarts-and-the-tardis and @chitarra10 on, drawn by the amazing @rebka18 (the picture links to her blog so, you know, ask her to post the rest of the ones she sent me because they are awesome!)

Come Play Out In The Sea (A "The Delight To Be Found Beneath The Water" Story) - A few weeks after their first encounter, Sherlock comes to collect Molly to explore a wreck and makes an important announcement about what they are.

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She thought often of Prince Sherlock, letting her mind wander when she was supposed to be going through all the boring lessons a princess was to learn. She knew it was all important, but fun things beckoned out farther away.

Fun things...and Prince Sherlock.

Maybe she liked him a little. He’d helped her find so many neat treasures the time they had spent at the wreck. And he didn’t laugh at the fact she was smart, like so many of the dumb merboys she knew in the court. They wanted her to be stupid, and she knew why, and that was even stupider than they were. Prince Sherlock liked that she was smart because he was too. And she liked that he was smart.

The question was, would she see him again? She knew their parents wanted a union between their kingdoms, and if they knew they liked each other, maybe her parents would ask his parents to come to their kingdom with their son.

Or, of course, her parents could get angry if she had put “delicate negotiations” at risk.

So she was surprised when one afternoon when she was allowed some time to herself at the castle she got a sudden and unexpected visitor in Redspot floating through her open window. “Redspot!” she said excitedly. “Is Sherlock here?”

Redspot swam back to the window and she followed, seeing Sherlock was there, waving. She waved back and then swam out the window to meet him. Oh, she knew it wasn’t the proper thing for a Princess to do but sod that. She wanted to play with her friend and have adventures.

When she got to Sherlock she gave him a hug. “I’m very glad to see you!” she said, a wide smile on her face.

“Well, Redspot missed you,” he said, his cheeks turning just the littlest bit red. “And I thought we could go explore a wreck in my kingdom and Redspot said you should come too.”

“Oh, did he?” she said. “Well, I’m glad. I want to go on more adventures with both of you.”

Sherlock gave her a grin. “Then I’m glad we got you.” He swam away from her a bit. “Come follow me!”

Molly swam after him and they ended up in a game of hide and seek, though it wasn’t intentional, at least all the time. Sherlock would swim ahead and then swim a little further, a little faster, and take a turn or go behind rocks or sea grass and she’d have to search for him before they continued on. It was fun, more fun than she’d had in ages.

Finally, they got a sunken ship that was larger than the wreck they had examined the last time. It seemed to have been recent, as the ship wasn’t covered with algae and barnacles. Sherlock motioned for her to follow him again, and when she got close enough he grabbed her hand and they went through a hole in the ship. There were so many treasures around, she wasn’t sure she’d have room left in her treasure box.

“This is wonderful!” she said to him, letting go of his hand and going to look at all the pretty shiny things scattered about. She saw some precious jewels in places but didn’t touch them because this was a wreck in Sherlock’s kingdom and it wouldn’t be polite.

Sherlock went a little further in and came back with a yellow comb encrusted with pearls. Her eyes widened as he handed it to her. “For you, because it matches,” he said.

“Are you sure?” she asked, taking the comb and running her fingers over the pearls.

“If I want to give my friend something pretty I’ll do it and no one will stop me,” he said with an affirmative nod. The smile she gave him in response was so wide that she thought she might hurt her face. What he gave in response was a confused look. “What?”

“We’re friends,” she said.

He blushed again. “Of course we are.” He nodded back to where he had come from. “There are more treasures there. Come on!”

hi there! thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it!

108. I’m glad you’re mine.

Sherlock was bored needless to say. He hadn’t had a good case in almost three weeks. There weren’t any interesting autopsies to attend lately either. Molly had told him she would text him if anything out of the ordinary showed up. One day, he came home to 221B with takeout for him and Molly when he saw a note on the door with a riddle written in her hand.

A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between 3 rooms:

the first is full of raging fires

the second, assassins with loaded guns

the third, lions who haven’t eaten in years

Which room is safest? (figure it out and you may just get a prize ;p)

Sherlock smiled to himself at Molly’s attempt to keep him occupied. He took the note and entered the flat to find Molly reading a book on the sofa.

“The third room,” Sherlock spoke up with a smirk. Molly looked at him with amusement.

“Oh? And why is that?” she asked.

“The lions hadn’t been fed in years; they died from starvation,” Sherlock explained. “Most people would overlook that fact.”

“Impressive, Mister Holmes,” Molly smiled.

“I do believe you said I’d get a prize,” he teased as he seated himself next to her.

“Not quite yet. One more riddle,” Molly told him. He waited for her to continue. “A woman shoots her husband, then holds him under water for five minutes. A little while later, they both go out and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?”

“First of all, should I be worried for my life, Mrs. Holmes?” Sherlock joked.

“Nothing to worry about, just solve it,” Molly laughed.

“She shot her husband with a camera; a snapshot, if you will. She then developed the photo before going out to dinner,” Sherlock replied. He lowered his voice then. “I appreciate your murder riddles, but I would very much love to snog you right now.” His lips were hovering just above hers.

“You’ve more than earned your prize,” she teased.

“‘I’m glad you’re mine,” he whispered before pressing his lips tenderly against hers.

Molly Hooper art that @rebka18 made based on the Sherlolly drabble I wrote for @stephanniesissues <3

This, and another one to be posted, are what @rebka18 kindly drew on my request. The pocket Molly, she calls her, based on Sleepy Beauty by PlatinumNib. I'll quote from it again:

If there could be a giant Sherlock and she could live tucked away in his coat pocket. Preferably the inside pocket, the one closest to his heart so she could fall asleep to the tune of it beating with his love; and sometimes he would take her out to hold her in the hollow of his palm and Molly would smile at him and hug his finger. She loved him so so bad.

Going with the AU I started with your lovely artwork.

Sherlock found a book that was written by merfolk who had spoken to people who had performed science above the waves and he studied it religiously, and he shared all his secrets with Molly. It was their secret.

Molly is fascinated with exploring all around the kingdom and all the neighboring kingdoms, but it sometimes gets her into trouble (though not when she met Sherlock). They are some of her most interesting childhood memories.

After a trip to the borders of her kingdom with Sherlock that almost led to a disastrous incident between three kingdoms, Sherlock and Molly were told they couldn’t see each other anymore, and Molly cried for a week.

When they reunited Molly wasn’t sure he;d remember her, but Sherlock had never forgotten her. He’d always remembered the spunky princess with the adventurous spirit.

When they get married it’s the grandest affair in both their kingdoms, and as his wedding gift to her he gives her the beaker he had saved in his treasure box.