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doodlesofanj:

A fatherly approach.. (insert a super cute fanfic here) 
(I hope I can write too.. but I guess, a picture paints a thousand words) 

It was two o’clock in the morning and Sherlock could hear the tiny footsteps descend on the carpeted floor of Baker Street. From her bedroom, Sophie tread carefully to the large front window in the sitting room and sat by the window, resting her chin on the sill. 
"Sophie"? he whispered, crouching beside his daughter. When her head turned he could see the glistening border of tears threatening to tip from her eyelids. 
"Hello daddy," she answered, letting him pick her up. The tiny girl wrapped her arms around her father and buried her face in the crook of his neck. 
"When is mummy coming home?" she asked, her voice muffled from the tangle of her chocolate tresses with his dark curls. 
"Soon." he answered. "You remember what Uncle Mycroft said, don’t you?""Yes," she said with a sniff. "Uncle Mycroft will take very, very good care of mummy while she gets better, and he will do his very best." Sherlock whispered, moving his hand to hold the back of her head. "I wish the horrible man hadn’t hurt her," said Sophie angrily, clutching her father tightly at the thought of the frightening criminal mastermind. "I know," Sherlock whispered, trying not to let his own anger come through. 
Sherlock put his daughter down and knelt in front of her, smiling gently. 
"I trust Uncle Mycroft," he continued, "And I want you to trust him too.""I do," said Sophie, "But I want mummy home.""Uncle Mycroft wants that too. So you and I, let’s wait together, all right?" he said, reaching to stop a tear that fell from her eye.
There was a quick nod and a tiny half smile, and it gave the detective some relief. He reached for her hand and together, they walked down the corridor back to their bedrooms. Before she stepped back into hers, she tugged at her father’s hand, looking up at him. 
"Daddy," she began."Hmm?" he responded, drawing her close to him."Can we go to Bart’s tomorrow?" she asked. Sherlock was puzzled at his daughter’s request.
"Of course, we can, Sophie. But why?" he asked."I like being at mummy’s office. I want to wait for her there." the little girl said. 
A smile appeared on Sherlock’s face as he knelt down and drew his daughter in for a hug. He kissed her salty cheek and sighed as he felt the tiny arms hugs him in return. 
"Mummy said you’d always wait for her there when you were sad," Sophie whispered to her father, "But she said it was a secret."
The detective laughed and held his daughter even tighter to himself. He gave her one final kiss and bade her goodnight, watching her climb into bed and pull the covers over herself. 
Gently, the detective shut the door and walked back to his room. It was still early so he decided to catch a few more hours of sleep. In the morning, he would take his daughter to spend the day in his secret hideaway, his home away from home. It was the most perfect sanctuary, for it never failed to remind him of Molly Hooper, his brilliant wife, the mother of his child, and the one who always mattered the most. 

I only saw this now and this was so sweet. The feels it add to the drawing. You always create such wonderful stories. I really adore you for that. Thank you for this! Really. t_t

howterrifying:

doodlesofanj:

A fatherly approach.. (insert a super cute fanfic here) 

(I hope I can write too.. but I guess, a picture paints a thousand words) 

It was two o’clock in the morning and Sherlock could hear the tiny footsteps descend on the carpeted floor of Baker Street. From her bedroom, Sophie tread carefully to the large front window in the sitting room and sat by the window, resting her chin on the sill. 

"Sophie"? he whispered, crouching beside his daughter. When her head turned he could see the glistening border of tears threatening to tip from her eyelids. 

"Hello daddy," she answered, letting him pick her up. The tiny girl wrapped her arms around her father and buried her face in the crook of his neck. 

"When is mummy coming home?" she asked, her voice muffled from the tangle of her chocolate tresses with his dark curls. 

"Soon." he answered. "You remember what Uncle Mycroft said, don’t you?"
"Yes," she said with a sniff. 
"Uncle Mycroft will take very, very good care of mummy while she gets better, and he will do his very best." Sherlock whispered, moving his hand to hold the back of her head. 
"I wish the horrible man hadn’t hurt her," said Sophie angrily, clutching her father tightly at the thought of the frightening criminal mastermind. 
"I know," Sherlock whispered, trying not to let his own anger come through. 

Sherlock put his daughter down and knelt in front of her, smiling gently. 

"I trust Uncle Mycroft," he continued, "And I want you to trust him too."
"I do," said Sophie, "But I want mummy home."
"Uncle Mycroft wants that too. So you and I, let’s wait together, all right?" he said, reaching to stop a tear that fell from her eye.

There was a quick nod and a tiny half smile, and it gave the detective some relief. He reached for her hand and together, they walked down the corridor back to their bedrooms. Before she stepped back into hers, she tugged at her father’s hand, looking up at him. 

"Daddy," she began.
"Hmm?" he responded, drawing her close to him.
"Can we go to Bart’s tomorrow?" she asked. 

Sherlock was puzzled at his daughter’s request.

"Of course, we can, Sophie. But why?" he asked.
"I like being at mummy’s office. I want to wait for her there." the little girl said. 

A smile appeared on Sherlock’s face as he knelt down and drew his daughter in for a hug. He kissed her salty cheek and sighed as he felt the tiny arms hugs him in return. 

"Mummy said you’d always wait for her there when you were sad," Sophie whispered to her father, "But she said it was a secret."

The detective laughed and held his daughter even tighter to himself. He gave her one final kiss and bade her goodnight, watching her climb into bed and pull the covers over herself. 

Gently, the detective shut the door and walked back to his room. It was still early so he decided to catch a few more hours of sleep. In the morning, he would take his daughter to spend the day in his secret hideaway, his home away from home. It was the most perfect sanctuary, for it never failed to remind him of Molly Hooper, his brilliant wife, the mother of his child, and the one who always mattered the most. 

I only saw this now and this was so sweet. The feels it add to the drawing. You always create such wonderful stories. I really adore you for that. Thank you for this! Really. t_t

Hey guys, I just want to thank you for following :) 

Hey guys, I just want to thank you for following :) 

We all just need some Sherlolly hug, right? :) 

We all just need some Sherlolly hug, right? :) 

A fatherly approach.. (insert a super cute fanfic here) 
(I hope I can write too.. but I guess, a picture paints a thousand words) 

A fatherly approach.. (insert a super cute fanfic here) 

(I hope I can write too.. but I guess, a picture paints a thousand words) 

Those times when Sherlock needs to be alone… with John’s laptop. But never did Sherlock notice that he’s being spied.

Mrs. Hudson: Oh, John, looks at Sherlock being domestic and all.. watching women.. I never thought he’s got interest with the opposite gender. (giggles)
John: *gasps* Yeah.. but that’s my laptop Mrs. Hudson!

Hahaha, I found joy drawing this scene. Lol. So this is another entry to letsdrawsherlock’s September monthly challenge.

Those times when Sherlock needs to be alone… with John’s laptop. But never did Sherlock notice that he’s being spied.

Mrs. Hudson: Oh, John, looks at Sherlock being domestic and all.. watching women.. I never thought he’s got interest with the opposite gender. (giggles)

John: *gasps* Yeah.. but that’s my laptop Mrs. Hudson!

Hahaha, I found joy drawing this scene. Lol. So this is another entry to letsdrawsherlock’s September monthly challenge.

doodlesofanj:

My Sherlock Obsession in summary. 

Reblogging just because thank you guys!

imanurse:

The Ramen Kiss. 

Happy Birthday Martin Freeman!