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[sherlollyandspoilers]

A Mess

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2021

Day 6,  Just tell me when to cough…I’ve seen healthier people on the slab.

“Mary said you were a mess,” Sherlock mumbled as he pulled on his gloves.

“Mary doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Molly sighed as she leaned back on the examination table. Her head was throbbing and the bright lights of the room were killing her eyes. “She thinks my living room is a mess too, you want to exam that?”

“Damn it, Molly!” He pounded his fist on the counter, causing her to jump. “I’ve seen healthier people on the slab!”

Steeling herself, she sat up and raised an eyebrow.

“To be fair, you work with murder victims…they do tend to be quite young,” she practically purred.

“Not funny,” he said between clenched teeth as he gripped her arm tightly. She gave him a little shrug, a self-satisfying smirk on her face.

“Little bit.”

He bit back his comment and focused on trying to collect a blood sample, having a hard time finding a good source in her current condition. She was quiet as he worked, studying his furrowed brow as he labeled her blood to be sent off to the labs.

“I’m worried about you, Sherlock,” she said, breaking the silence.

“Is that so?” he asked sarcastically as he dropped everything into a lab bag and sealed it.

“Yes…you seem very stressed,” she mocked.

“I’m stressed - you’re dying!” he shouted, still not looking at her. Sighing, he braced himself on the counter. “I don’t need to look at your blood work to know that if you keep taking what you’re taking at the rate you’re taking it, you’ve only got weeks.”

“Weeks?!” Molly asked in fake enthusiasm. “See, we’ve got plenty of time! Let’s not get a head of ourselves!” She swung her feet off the side of the exam table, making to get up.

Spinning around, he planted his hands on either side of her, trapping her where she was as she did not have the strength left to push him away.

“It’s not a game!” he practically growled in her face.

“No, it’s not…it’s a plan,” she whispered before sliding her arms around his neck.

“What plan?” he asked with concern.

“You’d hate it.” She smirked before leaning in to press kisses to his neck

“Molly,” he said in a warning tone, but did not move.

“What?” Her voice was low and smoky as she played with the hair at the nap of his neck.

“We can’t do this again…not like this.” His voice was strained and she knew by the look in his eyes that it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.

“Sure we can.” She bit his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“We shouldn’t,” he said with less conviction, the scent of her hair intoxicating.

“Mhmm.” She pressed her lips to his and when her tongue asked for entrance he didn’t protest. Her hands wondered down his body and grasped the front of his pants, making his gasp. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you when to cough.”

[writingwife-83]

Saving Sherlock Holmes

Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 5, Molly’s statement: “you’re most certainly going to die, so we need to focus!”

I barely was able to write this but I’m glad I snuck it in under the wire. Have a little Sherrinford swap!lock scene for today’s quote! @barefootlizz and @rachel-614 mentioned Molly’s statement for day 5 so I hope you enjoy what little I did with it. 💋

“You’re most certainly going to die, so we need to focus!”

Molly didn’t want any distraction. Not the suggestions being offered by Mary, or the annoying little ‘tick tock’ recording that her mad brother Moriarty set up for her, and certainly not Sherlock’s voice that was laced with badly concealed nerves. All she wanted to focus on was this coffin, recessed into the floor of the sparse room, one little window on the cover displaying the concerned face that looked up at her.

She had to get him out.

Molly’s fingers moved all over the edges, feeling for anything unusual, any tell tale parts that might move...nothing. There was only one thing that seemed of note, and that was the combination key pad on the front.

“T-try my employee ID number for Bart’s,” Sherlock offered. “It’s-“

“Yes, yes, I know it,” she cut in, punching in the number but seeing no success.

That was the first number they tried, and the ten ideas afterward were equally as unsuccessful.

Molly ran a hand over her eyes in frustration.

“Remember,” Moriarty sang, “You’ve got to give it the right code! Give it all you’ve got!” Then he menacingly displayed the time rapidly ticking away.

“It’s ok, Molly.”

She looked down through the glass again, seeing Sherlock’s blue green eyes staring back at her.

“It’s ok,” he repeated softly with a little nod. “You tried. Please don’t feel badly if I...just don’t, ok?”

“Sherlock, stop talking!” she bit back, concerned only for the amount of air he was using up.

As she leaned down to chastise him though, she looked a touch closer to the key code, seeing tiny patterns of holes on the sides of the buttons. Holes that looked like...

“A microphone,” she muttered incredulously.

Oh, but he was clever. There were no numbers, no code of that sort required. Give it all you’ve got, he’d said. And he truly had meant it.

She’d been dancing around it for years now...around him. And now, it seemed there truly was no way around it. It was cruel in a way. Not because she’d be lying, she realized suddenly, but just because of the circumstance.

Molly placed her hand on the glass and Sherlock instantly followed suit, which made her throat tighten a bit.

“Sherlock I- I did try. I’m sorry, I really am. But there’s something...you need to know.”

“Molly, you don’t have to...” His voice was beginning to sound groggy.

“Yes I do,” she insisted, and surprised even herself with the very genuine hitch in her voice. “I do. Because you deserve to hear it. You always have.”

Sherlock’s eyes were clamped to her’s despite the light fading from them.

“I...I love you,” she whispered and thought her chest might explode when the little crinkle formed at his brow.

He very nearly smiled...and then his eyes began to droop.

“Sherlock?” She patted on the glass, seeing little tear drops hit next to her hands, not even registering they’d fallen from her eyes. “Sherlock, do you hear me?! I love you!”

A click.

Molly gasped, moving aside a bit as she and Mary exchanged a hopefully glance as the coffin emitted another couple louder clanks. Her heart was in her throat as she waited that very few seconds, and then finally the lid began to open.

She won.

[manus-multae-cor-unum]

Absurdity

Prompt Fill for @rainmyselfinharmony : #81 - Excuse me for falling in love with you. Swap!Lock AU This is unbeta-ed, so if you find any mistakes please tell me about them, so I can correct them! :)

AO3

Of course, his colleagues had warned him about the utter “Arsehole Hooper”, world's only consulting detective, who would occasionally stop by at the Morgue, demanding to use the lab. What they did not tell him was that “Arsehole Hooper” was a woman. And Sherlock would not have been bothered by the fact, hadn't she been so breathtakingly brilliant and beautiful.

The first weeks working with Molly Hooper were like being trapped in hell.

Sherlock would get flustered every time she entered the Morgue in that mysterious black coat of hers.

She would demand the weirdest kind of things, like various body parts for experimental uses.

He really tried his best to ignore her harsh words, always telling himself that she – somewhere; deep down- had emotions too.

Things started do go down hill, the first time he saw her in that dress. If he was being honest to himself now, he could not deny the fact that he had fallen for Molly Hooper, hard and fast, before seeing her in that form-fitting 2,410.00 £ Louis Vuitton- dress, but the deep V- neck collar most certainly did not do any favors to his heart or brain.

He tried to forget about her, he really did. He started dating, but Molly Hooper somehow always seemed to find out about his current relationship status and after two dates no woman ever called him back, even when the dates had been going really well.

Sherlock was growing desperate. Molly Hooper was everywhere he went, she would not leave his mind, and there was a time where it wouldn't have bothered him to be intoxicated by her astonishing intellect and looks, but right now, he was worried.

Molly's brother had warned him about this so did Mary, her best friend and partner in crime-solving: Molly Hooper had an utter obsession with cats.

And in this exact moment, Sherlock was sitting on the cold tiles of the lab floor, surrounded by ten kittens, which were all over his body.

“Can you explain this to me again, please?” he said and looked up to Molly, who had a tiny orange kitten in her hands, gently petting its head.

“They help me think.”

A look of absolute confusion could be seen on Sherlock's face “Cats?”

“Yes, cats.” she sounded rather annoyed by his question.

“And what happens to them as soon as you are finished thinking?” his gaze wandered over the tiny balls of furs, counting if they all were still there.

“I'll return them to their owners,” Molly said as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

“So people just lend you their cats?” Sherlock furrowed a brow at her.

She hesitated a second, carefully choosing her next words, she said: “Well, not really. They do not know that I am burrowing their cats, but if they-”

“- you are stealing people's cats?!” he interrupted, his voice was filled with disbelief.

“I am bringing them back, so technically it is not stealing.” Molly tried to defend herself.

“It is! I cannot believe that I fell in love with a crazy psychopath, who steals others people's kittens!” Sherlock blurted out, his cheeks flushing as soon as he realized what he had just said.

Molly stared at him, rapidly blinking.

“Fuck.” he muttered under his breath, then he inhaled deeply, preparing himself for the worst.

“Well, since it is out now, excuse me for falling in love for you. I know “relationships are not your area” and I am most certainly not your type, but it is just – god- do you know how beautiful you are? And you are clever, of course, probably the most intelligent person I have ever known. Yes, Molly Hooper, I have fallen for you, and-”

“Sherlock.” her voice was low and harsh.

He looked up from the ground to meet her eyes. “Yes?”

“I am a high functioning sociopath, do your research.” Molly grinned widely.

Carefully, she put the kitten, that she was holding, to the ground.

“Molly, I - … could we just forget about this?” Sherlock watched her as she wandered through the room.

“You see, Holmes -” she sat down next to him cross legged, smiling at the kittens which immediately jumped into her lap.

“- I might have to excuse myself too.” his eyes were locked with hers.

“For what?” he breathed out. He could feel how she shifted closer to him.

“For ruining the mood. We really have to return those kittens, come on!” she got back up to her feet, carrying as many kittens as she possibly could.

Sherlock buried his face in his hands, letting out a sigh of disappointment.

“Holmes! There is no time to waste. Poor Clara will be missing her Leo if we do not return him now. Also, we have a reservation at Angelo's at 6 PM and I do not want to be late.” Molly gently placed the kittens in a big box.

“We?” Sherlock did not want to move. He felt way too embarrassed.

“Isn't that what people do when they fancy each other, go out on dates?”

[anunknownforeignbeauty]

Swap!lock. 

My entry for Molly Hooper appreciation week.

In this AU- Molly is the consulting detective and Sherlock is her pathologist. Molly has secret crush on him, but Sherlock as indifferent as he is, continues bantering with her.

Inspired by a setlock pic where Loo poses with a Sherlock wig.

@likingthistoomuch @mizjoely @welovesherlolly

[sherlollyandspoilers]

Distractions

theconsultingamateur said: Swap!lock Sherlolly in the lab is something I’ve been craving a bit recently AND rubyred7531 said: My thoughts…Sherlolly, Molly’s dress causes Sherlock to stutter and buffer….in a very good way! ;)

I hope this was the swap!lock you were hoping for, if not, let me know if you wanted something more along the lines of gender swap…anyways, I hope you like - it kind of took off in a direction I was not expecting it too...and I may even come back to it...I have all these ideas swimming around in my brain now. I hope you enjoy it! 

Sherlock sighed as he looked at his watch. He only had a couple more hours on his shift, but it had been so dreadfully boring he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to keep his eye open for much longer. He desperately wanted a cup of coffee, but he needed to finish analyzing the cultures he was working on. He sat up straight and did his best to rub the sleep out of his eyes before returning to the microscope.

The bang of the lab door flying open made him jump, almost falling off of his stool.

“Ahh, Sherlock, there you are.” Molly stood with an expectant face as Sherlock recovered from the startle.

“Yes, yes, here I am.” He smiled brightly at her, hoping his heart rate would return to normal, but knowing that with her in the lab, it was most likely impossible.

“I was hoping to use the lab.” Molly raised an eyebrow at him as he simply stared at the small consulting detective.

“Oh, of course!” He nodded.

“The lab assistants are trying to get me banned, bunch of imbeciles.” She slipped her long coat off her arms and hung it on a peg next to the door.

Sherlock swore his heart almost stopped.

She wore a fitted, deep purple dress that stopped just above her knee. Sherlock wasn’t sure he had ever seen so much of Molly’s collar bone before and wanted to personally thank who ever had created the sweetheart neckline. Thankfully her hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, containing the intoxicating smell of her shampoo, but unfortunately giving Sherlock the most wonderful view of her neck.

“You, ahh, umm, you look fabulous. I mean the dress…you look…wonderful. Uhh,” he stumbled over his words.

“Sherlock, are you feeling well?” Molly asked as she ran a hand over her hair, twisting the ponytail around her fingers.

“What’s the occasion?” He did his best to recover.

“I was on a case.” She pulled her heals off and dropped them on the floor. “Lestrade needed me to investigate some ignorant bachelor.” She dug in the pocket of her coat and pulled out a bag that said ‘evidence’ on it.

“Molly! Is that from the case?” Sherlock knew Molly to break the rules from time to time, but didn’t think she would actually steal evidence from a crime scene.

“No, of course not…it’s from the crime scene Lestrade asked me to look at after I was done with the case.” She dropped the small bag on the counter and pulled another microscope out. She slipped on a pair of gloves and started looking over the chemicals she would need.

“Molly, I cannot let you analyze evidence from an open crime scene that you stole!” Sherlock grabbed the bag off the counter.

“I didn’t steal it!” She gasped in mock horror.

“No?” He started to give the bag back.

“No.” She snatched the bag out of his hand with a smirk. “I simply borrowed it while they were finishing collecting the other pieces of evidence.” She held tight to the bag as she mixed her chemical solution and set up the microscope.

Sherlock shook his head, knowing he was not going to change her mind. He sat back down on his stool and continued with the cultures he had been looking at.

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“Damn!” Sherlock muttered under his breath, feeling Molly’s eyes on him.

“That’s the third tray you’ve broken.” She set down her pipette and straightened her back.

“I work better when no one’s around.” He muttered as he cleaned up the glass. He scribbled in his notes, glad that had been the last night for those cultures.

“Would you prefer it if I put my coat back on?” She asked as she took off her gloves

“Wha-what?” He dropped his pencil as he watched her move away from her work station.

“Sherlock, I might believe that beauty is a construct based entirely on childhood impressions, influences, and role models,” he felt as if she was stalking her pray as she walked towards him, “but I am still a woman. And I know when a man in attracted to me.” She stilled, resting her hand on the counter.

Sherlock swallowed hard as her wonderful sent filled his nose.

“I am not – ” Molly grabbed his wrist, shocking him into silence.

“You realize no one has been able to lie to me since I was five, correct?” She dropped his wrist and stepped back, allowing him to breath without smelling her.  She walked back to her microscope and started evaluating her sample again.

Sherlock sat, paralyzed, trying to figure out what had just happened.

“Who cares if I am attracted to you!?” He finally blurted out, Molly shocked at outburst. “Yes, I, Sherlock Holmes, pathetic pathologist, am attracted to you! Who care?! No one, that’s who!” He slammed his hands on the counter in frustration. “Molly, even if beauty is a construct based entirely on childhood impressions, influences, and role models, everyone in this city is attracted to you.”

She blinked several times at him, trying to comprehend his words.

“But that’s not what is so distracting! I might be a man, but I know how to work with an attractive woman without turning into a buffoon! What is distracting is the fact that the one woman that I am honestly interested in is more interested in studying bloody crime scenes than having an intimate relationship with anyone!”

Sherlock let out a loud sigh as Molly continued to stare at him, still processing his words.

“I…I’m sorry.” He smoothed the front of his coat and closed his note book. “I will talk with the lab assistants and make sure they know you are welcome to use this lab whenever you need…but maybe you could clean up after yourself.” He quickly cleaned up his work station and hurried out of the lab and back down to the morgue.

A few minutes later Mary walked into the lab with a displeased look on her face.

“Molly Hooper! What did you do to Sherlock Holmes?” She crossed her arms and tapped her toe impatiently.

“I didn’t do anything.” She rolled her eyes as she started to clear away her mess.

“Well I just ran into him in the hall…poor man was a disaster…said I would find you in here.”

Molly ignored the words of her best friend and put the microscope back where it belonged.

“Did you just…clean up?” Mary looked around the lab in astonishment.

“I have to go talk to Lestrade.” Molly pulled her coat on and grabbed her shoes. “I just solved his newest case.”

“I’ll ride along.” Mary said as they left the lab.

“No thanks.” She threw over her shoulder, leaving Mary standing in the hall by herself. She quickly hailed a cabbie and got in. She told the driver where to go then pulled out her mobile.

I seem to be in need of help with an experiment. – MH

The phone vibrated in her hands a few minutes later.

What kind of experiment? - Sherlock

One of a personal nature. – MH

Okay? – Sherlock

Come to Backer Street when your shift is over and I will repay you for the distraction I caused earlier. – MH

Okay! – Sherlock

[o0katiekins0o]

Belated birthday gift for @adi-who-is-also-mou she requested Swap!Lock. Hope you like it, sweets!

[o0katiekins0o]

Short Skirt/Long Jacket

This little Sherlolly Swaplock drabble is a gift for @one-amber-owl The title was inspired by the Cake song of the same name. Hope you like it, sweets. Thanks for your help! *** He'd found her intimidating. Malachi Hooper wasn't the type of man who had trouble admitting that. He was in good company too. Any man (any one really) who claimed to not find themselves dwarfed by Cherloc Holmes' incomparable intellect and unapproachable beauty was a liar. She had a way of walking in her made to measure clothes, clacking down the corridors of Barts in her patent leather ankle boots. Crowds unconsciously parted to make way for her. Covetous eyes following as she passed. He often wondered how it could be possible that this woman, equal parts comic book heroine and complete personal mess, came to choose him. But she had. The ring he'd given her was modest but she wore it proudly, brandishing it with zero subtlety every time another indicated interest. "You, Dr. Hooper, are excessively useful." She announced before dropping a kiss to his bearded jaw. He smirked. "I love you too."

[sherlolly29]

Sherlolly Swap!lock: “Kiss”

Inspired by jaxinton’s “Advantages of Caring”

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Excerpt from the fic:

Sherlock takes a moment to simply smile at her. She really is so perfect, his Molly, and the ridiculous expression on her face makes him soft, makes him warm. Focusing on her visage, he commits her to memory, just like this.

He presses his lips to her cheek first, lingering for a moment to smell her hair, and Molly relaxes. Her eyes stay closed, but her features smooth out.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispers.

“Sherlock, beauty is a social construct that—“

“Beautiful.” He traces her cheekbones with his thumbs and kisses each of her closed eyelids.

Molly giggles at the contact, the sound tinkling and light. “Sherlock! You are so silly.”

He finds her lips now, sweet and pert and perfect, and he decides that this is their first kiss. It is soft, slow, and just as he always imagined it would be, slight edge of tension and awkwardness and all.

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^^ Is everyone excited for the Sherlollyl Big Bang Challenge?? I am.

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