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Some hours later, Mary arrived at Baker Street after being sent a text from Sherlock requiring her assistance.  Once she’d left the baby with Mrs. Hudson, she made her way to Sherlock’s flat.  What she found was something she hadn’t expected to see; her husband and his best friend standing before a Chinese man tied up in a chair with a rather menacing Mycroft Holmes right behind him.  “Oh God, what’ve you done now?!” Mary groaned wearily.

“Ah, just the woman I needed to see!  Thank you for coming at such short notice!” Sherlock beamed, flashing his ‘Cheshire cat’ grin as he came over to her.

Mary looked more exasperated than concerned that her daughter’s godfather was holding a man hostage in his flat.  “I hope Mrs. Hudson doesn’t mind you having a man tied up in here...” she sighed.

“Oh, that can wait.  I’m sure she’s experienced a similar situation; considering her somewhat selective taste in suitors.  Besides, John’s ‘good cop, bad cop’ style of interrogation he tried to involve me with was getting us nowhere.  That’s why you and my beloved brother are here instead.” Sherlock replied casually.

John came over to see what Sherlock and Mary were talking about.  “Sherlock, when you said you needed some backup, I was hoping you weren’t going to drag my wife into this!” he muttered.

Sherlock turned to his friend.  “You forget that while she may appear as docile as any average human female, she has been able to keep a lot of her personal life in the dark.  Need I remind you that she was a trained assassin in her former life?” he asked quietly, reminding him about the Magnussen incident.

John’s expression became withdrawn.  It was an incident he’d rather not need reminding of; especially about the secrets involving her shady past Mary had kept from him.  Even though he’d decided not to find out more, John often wondered what his wife had used to be like before she’d met him.  “Fine; we’ll do it your way.” he sighed.

“It’s ok, John.  I want to help you two, even if it’s the smallest thing.” Mary soothed, holding her husband’s hand with a comforting smile.  With his mind at ease, John left the room to go and check on Mrs. Hudson and his daughter.  Once he was gone, Mary looked to Sherlock.  “What do you need me to do?” she asked with a serious expression now on her face.

“Our friend here is being stubbornly tight lipped about his activities.  John, in his failed attempt to interrogate him, had tried a calm and gentle approach, while I may have shouted at him... a lot...” Sherlock replied.

“Ah, I wondered why Mrs. Hudson asked me to tell you to keep it down.” Mary mused.

“So, without any choice, and much to John’s amusement, I had to call for Mycroft’s assistance.  While he may be a total sod, he is good at getting what he wants; as he did many times with Mummy when we were children...” he muttered.

Mary snorted in amusement, quickly covering her mouth when Mycroft cast a glance in their direction.  “You call your mother Mummy?!” she grinned, trying desperately to contain her laughter and lowering her voice.

Sherlock looked a bit irritated, and seemed to be blushing a little; something that Mary would later inform her husband about to their amusement.  “As I was about to say before you interrupted me, Mycroft is good at getting what he wants.  Must explain how he managed to become the British Government.” Sherlock continued, now regretting he’d even mentioned the name Mrs. Holmes went by with her sons privately to his best friend’s wife.

“I’m guessing you need me to use some of my old skills against your new friend?” Mary asked, once she’d managed to compose herself.

“Unless you have a better suggestion, then yes.  I imagine you’ve had to be very intimidating quite a few times in the past.” Sherlock nodded.

Mary patted her friend’s shoulder.  “Don’t worry, Sherlock.  I’ll have what you need as soon as possible.  I learnt Mandarin Chinese when I was younger, but I may be a little rusty with some of the words.” she reassured him.  “Though, I think it’d be best that you not tell John about my language skills; I’d rather that he’d not know how I did interrogations.” she hastily added.

“As I’ve heard John utter quite a few times on some cases; “My lips are sealed”.” Sherlock promised.  Mary gave him a grateful smile and then turned to the man tied in the chair.  Satisfied that she would get the job done, Sherlock grabbed his coat.  “Text me when you find out anything important.” he called to Mary.  Her answer was a single thumbs up, as she was keeping her eyes fixed on Sherlock’s ‘guest’.  “And Mycroft, do try not to start a war with China.  We certainly don’t want World War III on our doorsteps, do we?” he added with a sly smile.

“Of course not, brother of mine...” Mycroft replied with a similar look.
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Sherlock and John made their way to St. Bart’s.  Molly was in the morgue doing paperwork when the two men arrived.  “Oh, I-I wasn’t expecting to see you two until tomorrow.” she blinked as they walked inside.

“Something came up, should be resolved by the end of the day.” Sherlock replied coolly as he went to test some samples from a case he’d been working on.

John came over with a bag of shopping.  “I brought lunch.  Well, Sherlock chose it and I had to pay.” he sighed.  He handed Molly some sandwiches and went to make himself comfortable, having a feeling that they were going to be there for quite a while.

“Thanks.” she smiled, putting the sandwiches on a nearby plate.

“You’re welcome.  How’ve you been?” he asked, trying to make conversation.
“I’m okay, better than the guys on the slabs are.” she joked.  John gave an awkward smile at her joke.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he sat down before an optical microscope.  “Molly, what have I said about you making jokes?” he asked.

“Oh, right.  Sorry...” she mumbled in embarrassment before taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Don’t feel bad, not your fault that Mr. Sourpuss got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning.” John smiled as he held her shoulder.  He knew Molly meant no harm when she attempted to make others laugh.  Sherlock briefly glanced over to them, looking unamused at John’s comment before returning his attention to the samples.

Molly went to put some of the paperwork away.  “So, what are you testing for this time?” she asked Sherlock with a curious expression.

“Just looking over something from a current case, I don’t really trust the judgement of some of Lestrade’s officers.” Sherlock replied as he turned the focus knobs to get a clearer look on the sample he was currently looking at.

“Oh, I see.  Do you need me to help?” she asked with a hopeful look.

Sherlock looked up from the microscope.  “Yes, you can start by sorting the samples in alphabetical order.” he smiled and went back to his investigations.  Molly looked a bit disappointed that it was only a small job, but nodded as she started to do what the detective had asked her to.

“Alright, if you’re going to start getting Molly to do some menial tasks like cleaning up after you, I’ll go and see Lestrade for any updates about the Annie Bridges and Arnold Peterson cases.” John sighed as he made his way to the door they’d come in through.
“Text me if you find anything.” Sherlock replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

Molly waited for John to leave and then took a deep breath in order to prepare herself for what she was about to say.  “Listen, Sherlock, I was wondering if you wanted to... go out for dinner sometime?” she began nervously.

“Molly, you should know by now that I consider myself married to my work and don’t have time to pursue a romantic attachment.” Sherlock replied, not bothering to turn to her.

“I know, but hear me out.  I was thinking of maybe considering it as an experiment of sorts.” Molly suggested.

This caused Sherlock to immediately sit up in his chair and turn to her.  “What kind of experiment?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.  If there was anything he liked other than working on interesting cases, it was an interesting experiment.

“It’s a sort of social exercise than an experiment.” Molly admitted, knowing the reaction that statement would get from Sherlock.

“Ah, who has time for social exercises anyway?” he replied flatly, turning back to the microscope.

Molly looked frustrated.  He’s definitely not making this easy for me... she thought.  “Well, how about this?  One dinner; you’ll be able to observe how people react, the standard procedures for social interactions and see if they’re positive or negative.  And at the end, we’ll compare notes and see if the dinner was a success or a failure.” she suggested.

Sherlock thought for a moment.  He had to admit that social interactions wasn’t one of his strong suits, and Molly was actually prepared to do things his way; then again, she always was.  And he did owe her a lot for everything she’d done for him when he’d faked his death.  “You do make a good case for that... Alright, though it goes against my better judgement, I’ll accept your experiment.” he replied.

Molly had to restrain herself from hugging him, but smiled.  “Good.  We can discuss more tomorrow if you want.  Unless you’re still working on your case, then we can do it whenever at your convenience.” she nodded, making sure she stayed professional.

As if right on cue, Sherlock’s phone pinged with a text from Mary.  Sherlock picked it up and had a look at what she’d sent him.

Took me a while, but the little birdie finally sang.  I’ll explain more when you get back to 221B. – MW

Good work, on my way. – SH


“I look forward to hearing more about the ideas for your experiment.  Good day, Dr. Hooper.” Sherlock smiled.  He put on his coat and scarf and headed out of the Pathology unit.

Once he was gone, Molly sank into her seat with a giddy smile on her face.  I can’t believe he agreed! she thought to herself.  She was definitely not going to sleep tonight.
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Once he got back to 221B, Sherlock saw that Mary was sitting on the sofa while Mycroft was in a chair, calmly sipping his tea.  “So, how has our ‘guest’ been behaving?” he smirked.

“Well, at first he refused to talk, but I may have threatened to castrate him and have him awake the whole time.” Mary grinned.  “Once your brother demonstrated how serious I was being, he sang like a canary.” she added, nodding towards a bowl of fruit which had been sliced up in many creative ways.

“That’s my girl.” Sherlock chuckled, giving her a hug.

“Yes, but my time would perhaps be of better use dealing with political matters instead of cleaning up my little brother’s own mess.” Mycroft replied nonchalantly.

Sherlock shot his brother a look and turned to Mary.  “What did you find out?” he asked.
Mary became very serious.  “Turns out this Black Lotus lot have been preparing for this for the last few years.  When they’d discovered that you’d faked your suicide, it only drove them to ensure you suffered more than what Moriarty did to your reputation.” she began.  “Their boss has a real grudge against you and won’t stop until she’s made your life a misery.” she added.

“Oh, that’s nothing new. From the many death threats in the past few years, I’ve lost count of who wants me dead and who doesn’t.  What does she intend to do?” Sherlock asked, being very calm despite the fact that there was a woman out there who was trying to kill him.

“She plans to kill you on the day of the Chinese New Year event.” Mary sighed.

“She’s very welcome to try.  Now, I suggest you head back home.  My brother and I have some...business to attend to.” Sherlock replied.  Sensing that he wasn’t kidding around, Mary got her coat and went downstairs to Mrs. Hudson’s.

“Now then, what shall we do to our friend here?” Mycroft asked, getting up from his seat and placing his hand on his umbrella.

“I have a very good idea what we can do...” Sherlock smirked, casting his glance towards a nearby window.
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Later, after having been called after someone had made a 999 call regarding an incident, John and Lestrade watched as an ambulance left Baker Street carrying a very bruised and sore Chinese man inside while some officers were trying to find out how he’d fallen in the first place.  “I’m getting a feeling of déjà vu here.  You wouldn’t happen to know how he fell, would you?” Lestrade asked, turning his gaze to Sherlock.

“Oh, it all happened so fast, Inspector.  I wouldn’t be able to know where to start.” Sherlock slyly replied with a smirk.

John shot a warning look to the detective.  Once Lestrade had gone to speak with the other officers, he pinched between his eyes.  “I thought you weren’t going to throw a man out of a window again?  It was “so 2012”, remember?” he asked, his voice lowered to a whisper.

“I did, but who says that it was me who threw him?” Sherlock smirked as he headed back inside.  John let out a weary sigh and went to hail a cab home.
Sherlock: The Daughter of Red CHAPTER 8
Set a few years after the events of The Blind Banker and just after His Last Vow. The Black Lotus Tong have returned, this time with a new leader and a new motive; revenge. But what will happen when the lives of those dearest to Sherlock are put in danger, especially a certain pathologist? Sherlock x Molly

This is my first fanfic for the Sherlock series, so I hope I did ok! It was mostly looking for Shelock x Molly fan art that gave me the idea to write a story. For those of you who haven't watched the series, this will contain some spoilers for the show, so read at your own risk!

With that in mind, I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Sherlock series and characters (c) BBC, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss
Original Sherlock Holmes stories and characters (c) Arthur Conan Doyle
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The following morning, Sherlock stood in St. Bart’s morgue watching as Molly spoke to the children of Arnold Peterson.   They were both in their late twenties and looked to be in well paid jobs.  He watched as the deceased man’s daughter crumbled in her grief, clinging to the pathologist who gently held her like a mother soothing her child.  For a moment, she caught Sherlock’s gaze and gave him a solemn look.  The woman’s brother held his sister’s shoulder, yet there was pain etched on his face as well.

Assuming the role of the head of the family, even though he’s dealing with grief as well... Sherlock deduced.

Once the Peterson children had left, Molly went back into the morgue.  “I feel so sorry for that woman.  She’s due to be married in a couple of weeks, and now her dad won’t get the chance to walk up the aisle with her.” she sighed.  Sherlock noticed that the young woman’s situation had touched Molly, having lost her own father a few years ago.

“What were you able to find?” Sherlock asked, shifting the focus on Mr. Peterson’s autopsy.

Molly cleared her throat to pull herself together.  “Well, the carvings on his torso were made with a knife.  The lines are smooth and have no sign of jaggedness, so it could’ve been something that’d been recently sharpened or has been barely used; possibly a dagger of sorts.  There were some traces of chloroform near his lips, which means he was knocked out and taken somewhere else.” she began, directing his attention.  “The cause of death was blood loss from the wounds on the body.” she concluded, gently pulling the white sheet that covered the man down to the torso.

Sherlock raised his eyebrow.  “A surprise attack and chloroform being used means this killer is trained in how to take out enemies.” he mused, and cast a gaze at Arnold’s body.  “This man wasn’t important enough to warrant an assassination; his business was a market shop selling potatoes and other groceries... which means he was just something to be used as bait to draw my attention.” he added.

Molly looked saddened at Sherlock’s deductions.  “Poor guy, he just happened to be walking home to mourn his failed marriage.  Now he won’t get to see his daughter get married...” she sighed, a lump forming in her throat.

Sherlock looked over to her.  “Something’s distressing you.  Could be that the young woman’s predicament has brought back memories of your own father’s sad death.  You’d always said that when you eventually married, you wanted him to be walking up the aisle with you to give you away to your future husband.” he began, noticing the tears that were starting to form in her eyes.

The pathologist quickly rubbed her eyes.  “I-It’s not that.  I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.” she replied hurriedly.  “I-I should get back to work; got a lot of reports to do...” she mumbled as she went to work.  Sherlock sensed that he should be heading off and walked out of the morgue.  Once he was gone, Molly covered her face with her hands and let the tears she’d been desperate to hold back finally flow freely.  “Sorry, Dad... I know I shouldn’t dwell but... I miss you so much.” she whispered.  Her thoughts drifted to Sherlock.  I know he sometimes can be harsh, but... why do I still let my heart betray me when he’s around? she thought.
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As Sherlock left the morgue, he saw that Lestrade was waiting for him.  “I figured I’d find you here.  I’ve questioned the ex Mrs Peterson, but she’s got a solid alibi; she’d been visiting some relatives at the time of the murder.” he began.  Sherlock noticed the inspector had a look of urgency in his expression.  “There was a black lotus origami on Annie Bridges’ body, right?” he asked.

“Yes, and I suppose you didn’t come all the way here to remind me about that fact, did you Graham?” Sherlock replied.  He had a suspicion that the police had found a clue that would prove vital to the case.

“It’s Greg.  You’re still not going to get my name right, aren’t you?” Lestrade sighed with irritation.  “But that’s not the point.  We were going through a suitcase we found near where Arnold Peterson’s body was found.  It has his details on it in case it was possibly lost.  But we went through the contents and spotted something interesting amongst the belongings of his that were inside.” he began.  He took out what seemed to be an evidence bag.  Sherlock leant in to have a closer inspection, and his eyes lit up.  Inside was a black lotus origami, confirming his suspicions.

“They left the origami inside the suitcase after he died.  Now that’s very interesting.” Sherlock muttered.  With a slight spring in his step, he started to head out of the Pathology unit.  “I think this little chess game will soon be concluding.” he grinned.

Lestrade sighed.  “I’m never going to hear the end of this...” he muttered to himself before making his way back to headquarters.
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Several days passed, but there was no sign of the Black Lotus making their move.  This was no help to Sherlock, who had started to become incredibly bored.  John knew he was itching to put an end to the gang’s activities once and for all, and he and Mary were doing all they could to keep him preoccupied.  Mycroft had personally seen to it that the artefacts from the Chinese government had been shipped in safely for the Chinese New Year event at the British Museum, and the homeless network that Sherlock worked with were keeping a watchful eye out for any sign of the Black Lotus.  In the meantime, the detective took on a few minor cases in order to keep his mind active.

Until finally, after he’d solved yet another case, he got the sign he’d been waiting for...
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John was at work in the clinic when he’d received a text from Sherlock;

Come to Baker Street immediately.  The game is on. – SH.

After making a quick call to Mary to head to 221B to meet with Sherlock, he cancelled any appointments, making sure he’d apologised profusely for the sudden cancellations.  Once this was done, John made his way to Sherlock’s flat as quickly as possible.

When he arrived, Mary was already waiting for him, as well as Lestrade.  Mrs. Hudson had taken the baby to her flat to look after her, with (much to the godfather’s displeasure) the help of Philip Anderson, a former employee of New Scotland Yard.  “What’s going on?” John asked, noticing Sherlock’s demeanour.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing!” Lestrade replied, looking towards the man who’d helped him out on many occasions.

Sherlock had been in deep thought since Mary and Lestrade’s arrivals, having been in his mind palace to piece everything together.  “The homeless network has finally given me a clue about their whereabouts.  And I was just about to inform Mary and Lestrade about their cunning trick before you got here.” he replied, directing them to a map of London on the wall nearby.

The three looked at the map on the wall very closely, hoping to see what Sherlock was talking about.  “I don’t get it, what are we supposed to be seeing?” Mary asked when she gave up looking.

“It’s not about ‘seeing’; it’s about ‘believing’.” Sherlock replied with a sigh, giving his best friend’s wife a pointed look.  “Good God, it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall...” he muttered under his breath.  He took out a small plastic rod out from his cup of tea, which John assumed he must’ve dropped while in his mind palace.  “They want us to find them; it’s what they’ve wanted all along.  Yet, they don’t want to look too out of place to drawn unnecessary attention.” he began.

“Ok, so they’re trying to blend in.  Why?” Lestrade asked.

Sherlock pointed at some rail tracks on the map.  “The last time the Black Lotus was here, they set up a sort of base here on this abandoned tramway. They were also kindly assisted by Moriarty.  He helped them find a way into London for a smuggling operation.  This time, with a lack of a ‘consulting criminal’ to help them, they had to find their own way in.” Sherlock explained.

“Ok, I can kinda understand the blending in thing, but how is this going to help us if we have no idea where they’re based now?” John asked.

Sherlock gave him a sly smile.  “As I said earlier, it’s about ‘believing’.  They want us to think we can’t find them, yet they made one fatal mistake; they didn’t count on my homeless network.” he smirked.  “One of the people in the network overheard some Chinese men speaking in Mandarin about a ‘final phase’.  There was one name in particular that was mentioned: General Lien.” he added.

“They mentioned their new boss?  Wait... are you saying that she’s somewhere in London, at this moment?!” John blinked.

“Exactly, and their ‘secret base’ is not exactly secret.” Sherlock replied smugly.

“Let me guess; you’ve already figured that out?” Mary chuckled, sipping her tea.

Sherlock’s eyes had a familiar twinkle in them; one that said that he was just about to solve this case in a blink of an eye.  “Why yes, Mrs. Watson, I believe I have!” he grinned.  He directed their attention to a part of the map with a photo of warehouses next to them.

“Some warehouses?  What do they have to do with the Black Lotus Tong?” John asked.

Sherlock pinched between his eyes.  “Think, John!  Where do people go to store items when they are currently not in use or are due to be used?  Where do we go when we need to retrieve items?” he asked, prompting his friend to realise what he was suggesting.

As if on cue, it seemed clear to John.  “They’re based in a warehouse.  They were under our noses all along!” he exclaimed.

Having proven his point, Sherlock promptly finished his tea and went to grab his coat and scarf.  “Finally, you believe instead of seeing!” he exclaimed.

“Wait, where are you going?” Lestrade asked.

“To the warehouse, I believe I owe them an overdue visit.  John, get your coat.” Sherlock answered as he left the flat.

John quickly got up from the chair he’d been sitting in and grabbed his coat.  “I’ll see you soon.” he smiled at Mary.

Mary gave him a quick kiss.  “Keep an eye on Trouble for me, would you?” she smiled.

“I’ll try...” John replied, knowing that “Trouble” was impatiently waiting downstairs.  He popped into Mrs. Hudson’s flat to check his daughter was alright.  “Daddy will be home soon, Princess.” he whispered before kissing the baby on the head.  He looked to Mrs. Hudson.  “Do you and Anderson mind...?” he began.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear.  Your little one will be just fine.  It’ll be nice not to have Sherlock cooped up in that flat all day.  Now off you go!” Mrs. Hudson beamed.

John carefully placed her into Anderson’s arms.  “I think she might be due a fresh nappy...” he smiled weakly.

“Oh, cheers... Cheers for that.” Anderson grumbled.  He grimaced when he checked the little girl’s nappy, immediately heading into Mrs. Hudson’s bathroom.

“John, come on!  I’d very much like to get this game going!” Sherlock called from downstairs, the obvious impatience clear in his tone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!  Just hold your horses!” John called back as he made his way down to join him.  Once he was downstairs, the two men headed out to make their way to the warehouses.  “Do you have any clue where we’re going?” John asked.

“The member of the homeless network who overheard the Black Lotus is waiting for us.  He’ll lead us to them, or close enough to them.” Sherlock replied as he hailed for a cab.
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Once they’d arrived, they met up with the homeless man who led them to the warehouses.  “We’ll have to split up.  It’ll save time on having us decide which ones to look in.  Text in case you find anything.” Sherlock began.

John went on the west side of the warehouses and Sherlock went on the east side.  For a while, neither of them found anything, until John found one that seemed very suspicious.  Upon further investigation, he saw some boxes that seemed to have a symbol of a lotus; one that looked similar to tattoos that members of the Black Lotus Tong had on the heel of their right feet.  He quickly sent Sherlock a text letting him know what he’d found.

As he was about to head to a safe place where Sherlock could easily spot him, a Chinese man had raised a knife to his neck, having snuck up behind him when John wasn’t looking.  “Stay where you are.” he hissed in broken English.

“O-Ok, let’s put the knife down.  I don’t mean to intrude.” John gulped, hoping Sherlock would hurry up.

“A pleasant story, one I am sure will cost you your life.” the man replied.  Suddenly, there was a tap on his shoulder.

“Pardon me, sir.” a familiar voice piped up.  The man turned to see who it was, but was suddenly knocked out by the person head butting him.  It had been none other than Sherlock.  “Are you alright, John?” he asked his friend calmly.

“I just had a knife raised to my throat, what do you think?!” John exclaimed in anger.
“Oh relax, you’re fine.” Sherlock replied.  He looked down to the unconscious man.  “But our friend here may be of use to us...” he grinned.

John’s face fell when he saw the grin on Sherlock’s face.  “You’re not going to push him out of a window a countless number of times, are you?” he asked nervously.

“Throwing someone out of a window?  That was so 2012.” Sherlock chuckled as he remembered a past case involving a dominatrix by the name of Irene Adler; known professionally as The Woman.  “No, I have something much more horrible in store for him...” he smirked.
Sherlock: The Daughter of Red CHAPTER 7
Set a few years after the events of The Blind Banker and just after His Last Vow. The Black Lotus Tong have returned, this time with a new leader and a new motive; revenge. But what will happen when the lives of those dearest to Sherlock are put in danger, especially a certain pathologist? Sherlock x Molly

This is my first fanfic for the Sherlock series, so I hope I did ok! It was mostly looking for Shelock x Molly fan art that gave me the idea to write a story. For those of you who haven't watched the series, this will contain some spoilers for the show, so read at your own risk!

With that in mind, I hope you guys enjoy it!

CHAPTER 6: fav.me/d8heckg
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Sherlock series and characters (c) BBC, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss
Original Sherlock Holmes stories and characters (c) Arthur Conan Doyle
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For Valentine's Day, I wanted to do a romantic-ish picture, but decided to do something a bit different. And here's the result!

Here we have my two main Ace Attorney ocs Etta Grossberg and Klara Gavin getting ready for Valentine's Day in some beautiful dresses. They want to give their love interests Don and Alex a bit of a surprise, and I think it might work!

Etta's outfit is a dark pink dress slightly inspired by Belle from Disney's Beauty and the Beast with her hair tied into a side ponytail. She has some silver jewellery; a heart pendant and some chandelier-esque earrings. Klara's outfit is a red sequinned dress with her hair tied into a messy bun with some of her bangs left loose to giver her a bit of a grown up look. She has some gold jewellery; a choker and ear studs. In her hand is a rose.

Hope you guys like it, and have a great Valentine's Day!

Ace Attorney series (c) Capcom and Shu Takumi
Etta Grossberg and Klara Gavin (c) Me
Don Shield and Alexander "Alex" von Karma (not seen) (c) Kayla-Hiwatari
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As they came towards the street where the Watsons lived, Sherlock saw that the police had already cordoned off the area.  “Stop here.” he ordered the cab driver and climbed out to make his way to see the body.  John hurriedly paid the driver and ran to join him.  His main concern was his family’s safety.

Mary was speaking to Lestrade when she saw Sherlock and John entering the crime scene.  “Hey, guys!  Fancy seeing you here!” she joked, trying to make light of the current situation.

“Lestrade told us what happened.  Are you alright?” John asked anxiously as he gave her a hug.

“I’m fine, just a bit sad that somebody’s been found dead right on our doorstep.” she nodded, hugging her husband.  “But never mind me.  How’s Molly?  Is she alright?” she asked, looking concerned.

“Yeah, she’s fine.  A little bit shocked, but thankfully no harm’s been done to her.” John nodded.

Mary sighed with relief.  “That’s good to hear, I was worried something bad had happened.” she breathed.

“Man’s been identified as Arnold Peterson.  Recently divorced and father of two.” Lestrade announced.

Sherlock knelt down next to the body and started making his deductions.  He dressed in a smart casual style, which meant he was probably a small business owner.  There was a lack of a wedding ring, yet there was a faint tan line where a ring had used to be, which confirmed that he was divorced.  His jacket had a small stain of sauce, so it was likely he’d eaten shortly before his death.  His wrists seemed to have bruising and had fierce red lines across them, which most likely meant his hands had been tied up and he’d been held down by force.  Slowly turning him, Sherlock saw that the shirt was stained with blood.  “John, you need to see this.” he called.

John heard Sherlock call his name and went to see what he was needed for.  “What is it?” he asked.

Sherlock moved Arnold’s shirt a little to give the doctor a better look.  “Recognise this?” he asked, pointing at the pattern of very deep cuts in the form of a lotus on the deceased man’s torso.

John had a look and immediately recognised the pattern.  “That’s the same carving we found on Annie Bridges’ body.” he realised.

“Right, but this man was alive when the cuts were being carved into him.” Sherlock deduced.

“How can you be sure?” John asked.

Sherlock pointed at Arnold’s wrists.  “He was tied up and someone held his wrists down so he wouldn’t be able to fight back.  Once they were done, they left him to fend for himself.” he answered.

John felt his heart sink at Sherlock’s explanation and immediately knew what the cause of death was.  “Poor sod died from blood loss; the adrenaline he was experiencing as he was running pretty much caused him to pump out more blood from his wounds.” he sighed.

Lestrade came over to check on the detective’s progress.  “Alright, what’ve we got this time?” he asked.

Sherlock stood up.  “His clothing style is smart casual, so he probably had his own business.  The ring finger has a small tan line, which means that it wasn’t him who initiated the divorce but his wife; he wanted to save his marriage and only took off his wedding ring when the divorce came through.  His jacket has a small stain near the breast, so he must’ve eaten shortly before he died.” he began.  “His torso has the same lotus carving found on the previous victim, however his wrists have injuries consistent with being restrained and having his hands being tied up, which means this gentleman was alive when the carving was made.” he continued.

“So, they both died in different circumstances?” Lestrade blinked.

“Different circumstances, but both have the same lotus carving.  The killer is using different methods on each victim; the first victim was strangled to death, the second victim was put through what one can describe as torture and bled to death.  This killer is not just looking to satisfy their urge for bloodshed, but loves to be in control.” Sherlock answered.

John stood up.  “So, you’re saying that the killer is a control freak?” he asked.

“Not just a ‘control freak’, as you said.  This killer knows how to inflict pain at its most strength; most likely saw it being used on others.  And the lotus is a sign, a message to anyone who crosses their path.” Sherlock replied.

John’s face slowly drained of colour.  “No... They wouldn’t...” he croaked, unable to comprehend what the detective was implying.

“The Black Lotus Tong is looking for a specific target; in this case, us.  John, they will use anyone they deem important to us.” Sherlock replied in a deadly serious tone.  “It was no coincidence this man was found near your flat; someone dragged him here once he’d died in order to lure you into this game they’re playing.” he added.

“Bloody hell... Now it makes sense.  The lotus on the mirror that scared Molly in the ladies at St. Bart’s, the body being found near John and Mary’s flat...” Lestrade groaned in despair.

“Lestrade, get to Baker Street.  Mrs. Hudson will need a guard should anyone come after her.” Sherlock ordered.

“Right, I’ll get on it immediately.” Lestrade nodded.  He grabbed his walkie-talkie and gave the nearby officers orders to process the crime scene and head to 221B.

Sherlock took out his phone and dialled a number.  “Mycroft, I need you to give me a list of which artefacts the Chinese government are shipping into Britain for the Chinese New Year event.” he began, once his brother answered.

“I assume you’ve gotten yourself into a rather large mess, brother mine?” Mycroft replied with amusement.

“The Black Lotus Tong will be after anyone they deem to be important to John or myself.  Now, are you going to give me a list or not?” Sherlock demanded with irritation in his voice.

Mycroft chuckled.  “Don’t you remember what I told you about sentimentality?  It is a weakness that clouds judgement, and it seems that you’ve forgotten that fact.” he answered.

Sherlock clenched his fist a little, but restrained himself from saying what he wanted to say.  “I do remember.  I’ve underestimated the Black Lotus once.  That’s a mistake I’d rather not make again.” he answered calmly.

“A list will be with you shortly.  I’d hate to see you take your anger out on some poor innocent bystander, brother mine.” Mycroft replied with a hint of smugness in his voice.  No-one knew Sherlock better than he did, as much as Sherlock himself hated to admit it.  He then hung up, leaving his brother to his thoughts on his next move.

Mary came over to see John.  “What’s going on?” she asked, quickly noticing the worry in her husband’s face.  “John, what is it?” she prompted.

“I’ll explain indoors.” John sighed.  Once his wife had gone to the flat to check on their daughter who’d been left in the care of an officer specially trained to work with children, John turned to Sherlock.  “Now what do we do?” he asked.

“We wait for the Black Lotus’ next move.  These murders were just the appetisers.  They’re really waiting for the main course.” Sherlock replied coolly.  He headed out into the road and hailed a cab.

“Where’re you going?” John asked.

“An urgent errand I need to attend to.” Sherlock answered as he climbed into the cab that arrived.
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Sometime later, once the hospital had given her a clean bill of health after her scare, Molly was at home.  She watched television and sighed.  “Guess it’s just you and me, Tobes...again.” she smiled sadly at her cat who had curled up on her lap.  Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door, causing Toby to jump off of Molly and head into the kitchen.  Molly looked at the clock on her wall.  It had just gone midnight.  Who the hell is calling at this time of night? she thought as she made her way to her front door.  Still a little jumpy, she was hesitant to open the door immediately.  “Who is it?” she called.

“It’s Sherlock.” a familiar voice replied.  “I need to speak to you.” he began.

Molly felt a sigh of relief escape from her body and opened the door, letting Sherlock in.  “You made me jump.” she laughed nervously as she closed the door behind him once he was inside.  She then realised he wasn’t laughing when she saw the solemn look on his face.  “What is it?” she asked, becoming serious.

“Molly, a dangerous group of people are after John and me.  They will try to use you to get through to me as they want revenge.” Sherlock began.

“I see...” she nodded solemnly.  “What do you need?” she asked.

Sherlock placed his hands on her shoulders, making sure he met her gaze.  “I need you to be brave, because your life will be most certainly be endangered.” he answered, his blue - green eyes looking straight into her brown ones.

“I don’t understand.  Why do I have to be brave?” Molly asked, looking confused.

The detective smiled, yet there was a hint of sadness in his expression.  “Because you’re the one who mattered the most.” he replied, his voice now in a soft tone.  He gently kissed her forehead and turned to go.

“Sherlock, wait!” Molly blurted out suddenly.  He turned to her with puzzlement.  “I-I just wanted to say thank you.” she stammered.

Now it was Sherlock’s turn to look confused.  “Thank you for what?” he asked.

Molly smiled at him.  “Well, for being so... nice to me lately.  I know you’ll probably think that it’s just part of being sentimental, but... it was nice to receive that kind of attention from you.” she replied shyly.  “But I’m ok with it if it’s back to normal once this is all over.” she added hesitantly.

“Good.  Goodnight, Molly.” Sherlock nodded, opening the door.

“Goodnight, Sherlock.” Molly replied, watching him go.
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At the same time, John was explaining the situation with the Black Lotus Tong with Mary.  “Mary, these guys are dangerous.  This new leader of theirs is unlike anyone we’ve encountered.  She could be as bad as Moriarty, maybe as bad as Magnussen... or worse than both of them.” he explained.

“John, we’re going to face this together.  We both made vows on our wedding day, and I made a vow to always be by your side.  You and our daughter mean more to me than anything in this world, do you understand?” Mary replied.  She was determined not to let her husband go through this without her.

John sighed.  He knew he’d been beaten.  “Alright, but you have to promise me that you’ll stay safe.  In return, I’ll promise to do the same.  Deal?” he asked.

Mary nodded.  “Deal.” she replied, kissing him on the lips.
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In a warehouse, two Chinese men were awaiting their orders.  A webcam sprang to life on a nearby laptop. “The time will soon be upon us.  Gather the others and prepare for the final phase.” a young woman’s voice ordered.

Yes, Madam Lien!” the men exclaimed.
Sherlock: The Daughter of Red CHAPTER 6
Set a few years after the events of The Blind Banker and just after His Last Vow. The Black Lotus Tong have returned, this time with a new leader and a new motive; revenge. But what will happen when the lives of those dearest to Sherlock are put in danger, especially a certain pathologist? Sherlock x Molly

This is my first fanfic for the Sherlock series, so I hope I did ok! It was mostly looking for Shelock x Molly fan art that gave me the idea to write a story. For those of you who haven't watched the series, this will contain some spoilers for the show, so read at your own risk!

With that in mind, I hope you guys enjoy it!

CHAPTER 5: fav.me/d8gtb9g
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Original Sherlock Holmes stories and characters (c) Arthur Conan Doyle
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At the Watsons’ home, Mary cooed over her baby daughter.  “It’s ok, little one.  Mummy’s here.” she soothed, cradling the whimpering child close to her chest.  She was a natural with children, and motherhood had seemed like second nature to her.  On the wall nearby was a photo of the Watsons with their daughter shortly after her birth.  John had been the devoted husband anxiously watching over his wife, holding her hand and acting as a coach when she needed him most.

The look of sheer joy and pride on his face at his child’s first cries of life as she came into the world had been worth the many hours of labour Mary had gone through.  As far as she was concerned however, her baby girl was Daddy’s little princess from the moment he saw her on their very first ultrasound, even if they weren’t sure of what gender their child was at the time.  Gazing at that photo made Mary think about that special day...
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FOUR WEEKS AGO...

John cradled his newborn daughter gently in his arms, taking in every bit of her features to become an everlasting memory.  “Hello there, princess.  I’m your daddy.” he whispered gently to her, kissing her on the forehead.

Mary smiled at the sight of her husband and newborn child bonding.  “She’s got your nose.” she giggled, placing her hand on John’s knee.

John stroked his daughter’s cheek, spellbound as she gripped his little finger tightly.  “And she has her mummy’s hair.” he chuckled, stroking over the small wisps of blonde hair on his daughter’s head.  He looked over to his wife and leant over to kiss her.  “I’m so proud of you, Mary.” he smiled.

Mary smiled and then looked at the door that led to the delivery room.  “I imagine a certain detective is eager to meet the new member of our family.” she grinned.

“Knowing him, he’s worn a hole into the floor from pacing around so much.” John laughed.
“Maybe you should go and see if he’s ok?” Mary suggested.

John thought for a moment, and seemed to imagine what would happen if he didn’t go to see if his best friend was alright, a look of genuine concern on his face.  “Maybe I should...” he agreed.  He gently placed the baby into Mary’s arms and went into the hallway.  Sure enough, he saw Sherlock pacing backwards and forwards, something he’d somewhat expected to see.  “Sherlock?” he called.

Sherlock stopped his pacing and turned to see John.  “Ah, I was hoping to see you.  I trust they’re doing their job correctly?” he asked, looking somewhat calm, yet John noticed there seemed to be a hint of anxiety in Sherlock’s eyes.

“Yeah, they were fine.” John nodded.  He was relieved the detective wasn’t making a doctor’s life a living hell by intimidating him with deductions.  “I’m a dad.” he smiled with pride.

Sherlock patted John’s shoulder in congratulations.  “I trust the delivery went well?” he asked.  John nodded, unable to describe the happiness he was experiencing.

“Do you want to see her?” John asked.  But no sooner had he asked him, Sherlock had already gone into the delivery room to see Mary.  “No need to ask then.” John chuckled as he returned to his wife’s side.

Mary was sat up, resting her daughter in her arms.  She smiled as Sherlock entered the room.  “Been waiting long?” she asked with a big grin.

“Oh, not that long.  The mind palace kept me preoccupied.” he replied casually.  He cast a gaze towards the tiny person in her arms.  “Hello there, Miss. Watson.” he smiled with a look of genuine warmth on his normally stoic expression.

“Wanna hold her?” Mary asked.  She could tell that Sherlock had been eager to meet her daughter, even if he hadn’t wanted to admit it himself.

Sherlock simply nodded and knelt down as Mary gently placed the tiny bundle into his arms.  He seemed a little nervous, as he wasn’t sure if he was holding the little girl correctly, but once he’d managed to get into a comfortable position, he seemed to be more confident.  “You have some very special people as your parents, Miss. Watson; a woman who has quite literally changed her life to become the person she wants to be, and a man who has endured so much for one lifetime and has become all the stronger for it.  They will be willing to fight tooth and nail to keep you safe; as I am sure they will do in the many years to come.  I vow to always be there for you, in good times and in bad.  My knowledge is at your disposal, and I vow this now to you, Miss. Watson, as you are going to be one very special little girl too.” he whispered.

Mary’s eyes watered with tears, her hormones making her react more emotionally than before.  “Oh my God, Sherlock... That was...beautiful!” she sniffed with a teary smile as she tried to wipe her eyes.

John wiped his eyes too, feeling tears coming up.  “It was, mate.  It really was.” he nodded.  “We should ask him now, before I become a blubbering mess!” he added.

Sherlock was confused.  “Ask me what?” he asked.

“W-Well, John and I were thinking about this for the last few months, and we knew you’d be the perfect man for the job.” Mary began, as she tried to regain her composure.

“Is there a case that you need me to work on?  It’s been very boring in Baker Street lately.” Sherlock asked.

“No, it’s nothing to do with a case.  We want you to be an important figure in our daughter’s life, in case something happens to me and Mary.” John replied.

“But I’m already in your daughter’s life.  I’m going to be visiting as much as possible.” Sherlock blinked.

“We know, but if anything bad were to happen, we’d feel better knowing our daughter had someone to take care of her.  What we’re trying to say is that, to put it bluntly; we want you to be her godfather.” Mary replied, making it as simple as she could.  Sherlock looked stunned.  “Sherlock, is something wrong?” Mary asked with a concerned look.

“Give him a second.  He was like this when I asked him to be best man at the wedding.” John replied, having seen this reaction before from his friend.

A few minutes went by, and Sherlock still looked stunned.  “Ok, now that’s starting to freak me out...” Mary gulped.

Sherlock blinked to bring himself out from being quiet.  “Wouldn’t Lestrade be more suitable for the role?  A high functioning sociopath raising a child would certainly raise concerns.” he asked, uncharacteristically looking a bit unsure.

“Well, yeah, but he’s not my best friend.  Besides, it’ll be a valuable experiment.” John smiled.  Mary elbowed him in the stomach.  “Ow!  I mean, experience!” he corrected himself, rubbing where Mary’s elbow had jabbed him.

“Well, if that is what you wish, then it would be my honour.” Sherlock smiled.
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PRESENT DAY...

Mary’s thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing.  Bouncing her daughter a little, she picked up the receiver.  “Hello?” she answered.

“Mary, it’s me.  Something’s happened at St. Bart’s.  Molly’s in a right state.” John replied, his voice sounding worried.

“Oh God, is she alright?!” Mary gasped.

“I’m not sure, but I’m on my way now to the hospital.  It means I might be a bit late tonight.” he sighed.

“John, it’s alright.  Molly’s safety right now is most important.  Stay safe, ok?” Mary replied.

“I will, I’ll see you soon.  Love you.” John promised.

“Love you too.” Mary replied, ending the call.  After checking her daughter had calmed down and tended to her needs, she went back into the nursery to put her back in her crib.  As she did so, she heard some loud noises from outside.  “Damn cats, getting into the rubbish...” she muttered.  She went to have a look and saw a figure fleeing from the alleyway.  Having a bad feeling, Mary went downstairs to investigate.

In the corner of her eye, she saw a man slumped on the ground in the alleyway.  Kneeling down, she went to check his pulse and froze when she realised there was none.  Taking out her phone, she went to call the police.  “I need to speak to Detective Inspector Lestrade.  It’s an urgent matter.” she pleaded to the person who answered the phone.
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At St. Bart’s, John and Sherlock were checking on Molly and investigating how the black lotus had been sprayed on the mirrors in the ladies’ toilets.  John was speaking to some staff members asking if they had seen anyone suspicious at the time, while Sherlock went to see Molly.  He laid an orange blanket across her shoulders.  “For the shock.” he explained when she turned to ask him what it was for.

“Thanks.” she replied, obviously shaken by what she’d seen.  She had a coffee in her hands, but Sherlock noticed her hands were unsteady.

Kneeling down next to her, Sherlock gently steadied her hands.  “Don’t want you to scald yourself, do we?” he asked.  Molly felt her face go red when Sherlock’s hands rested themselves onto hers.

Just then, Lestrade, who’d joined Sherlock at his behest, came off the phone.  “We’ve got another murder on our hands.” he announced.

“Where is it?” Sherlock asked as he stood up when Lestrade spoke.

The inspector gave a heavy sigh.  “You’re not gonna believe this, but it’s next to where John and Mary live.  In fact, Mary found the body herself.” he replied.

Sherlock raised his eyebrow at this.  “John, we need to head back to yours.” he called.

John hurried over.  “What is it?  Has something happened to Mary?” he asked with a worried tone in his voice.

“No, but it seems the Black Lotus have struck again.  And here I was thinking there wouldn’t be another murder!” he replied.

“Sherlock...” John groaned in exasperation.

“Timing wasn’t good?” Sherlock asked, seeing the look on the doctor’s face.

“Gee, what was your first clue?” John replied sarcastically.  Sherlock went to the road and hailed for a taxi.  The two men climbed inside and made their way to John and Mary’s.
Sherlock: The Daughter of Red CHAPTER 5
Set a few years after the events of The Blind Banker and just after His Last Vow. The Black Lotus Tong have returned, this time with a new leader and a new motive; revenge. But what will happen when the lives of those dearest to Sherlock are put in danger, especially a certain pathologist? Sherlock x Molly

This is my first fanfic for the Sherlock series, so I hope I did ok! It was mostly looking for Shelock x Molly fan art that gave me the idea to write a story. For those of you who haven't watched the series, this will contain some spoilers for the show, so read at your own risk!

With that in mind, I hope you guys enjoy it!

CHAPTER 4: fav.me/d8g1b8q
CHAPTER 6: fav.me/d8heckg

Sherlock series and characters (c) BBC, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss
Original Sherlock Holmes stories and characters (c) Arthur Conan Doyle
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rosalinahilary Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Happy birthday lizzie! :) ;)
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CapitainSmiffy Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2014
happy birthday!! :cake: :party:


here's your pressie capitainsmiffy.deviantart.com/…
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BigMac1212 Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Happy birthday!  :cake:
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Jasperinity Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2014
Happy birthday! :D
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LivingDeadSuperstar Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday, Liz~ :la:
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Cosmos-Kitty Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2014
Happy birthday, Liz :la: ^_^ hope you have a good one :meow:
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Frinia Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hello there~!
This is my new account. The old account was called Hiddenryu :meow:
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RaibeartGaoth Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, I'm going to have to use the skype account you made yesterday. Going to merge my microsoft with it once microsoft finishes updating my security which won't be until May second...So please accept the request I sent through RaibeartGaoth skype account.
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TheStormingwulf Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2014
Hey Lizzie I got a questions for you since Kayla said I should ask you as these sort of things, from what Kayla said, are sort of important to you?

I'm working on the Bit Beast for Kayla's Beyblade version of her male Winks Club character and I am wanting to give him Viktor's Bit Beast name, Volya. This is partly because the name hasn't quite worked for Viktor's Bit Beast since I made it a Crow and Volya vaguely hints as a private joke amongst us in the know as a link to the character and his Winks version being related to Valtor.
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TheStormingwulf Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014
A question that could possibly earn my fifth or sixth Marshell style slap. Is there enough space somewhere on the image that I use that has the outdoor house on it for a small view of the mountains in the background?
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TheStormingwulf Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2014
Hey Lizzie, I sent you an email since there's a strong possibility both Kayla and I will be gone or at least away most of the day. Waits for my next Marshell slap.
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XSreiki772 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2014   Traditional Artist
Thanks for the watch :3
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sakuraxedward Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
can i ask you something? what makes you think hilary and kai make a couple? like an actual couple together? what evidence can verify this for me.
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KC-pixels Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much for using my base's~ they are amazing you did a great job! and used so many lol really thank you x3 <3
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EvasionEmerald Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2013  Professional General Artist
u love Final Fantasy! You are my new best friend!
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AskGreenAppleCrisp Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2013
Hello, I don't know you but I wish you THE BEST DAY EVER! (pass the love around to five other people and watch the world become a better place)
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