Sherlock: And how exactly will you stop me?

Greg and Sally: *exchange looks*

Sally: We’ll call Molly.

Sherlock: *eyes widen in fear*

Opinions on sweaters

Molly: Why do you all hate my jumpers so much anyway?

John: Well… they’re not exactly glamorous, are they?

Mrs Hudson: Even I know better than to wear something like that, dear.

Mycroft: They’re damaging to the corneas.

Mary: Garbage-friendly.

Sherlock *typing on phone*: They stand between me and your body.

Everybody: *stares at Sherlock*

Sherlock *still typing on phone*: But what do I know about clothes.

OMG, could i say #BenedictCumberbatch is actually a girl’s name? #OxfordUniversity https://www.instagram.com/p/Be6i-kQHEEa/?tagged=benedictcumberbatch

In need of some angst-y slow burn sherlolly rn 😫

Have you read The Science of Perception by Tallulah99? (Rated M, Complete, Post Reichenbach)

Ohh! i haven’t yet but I will now! 💕

Unmatching soulmarks

Molly expects it of course, she’s known from the beginning that Sherlock has a soulmate mark and she does not.

It’s something she’s learned to live with-in a world that pairs everyone, she, as ever, is left behind. And just because she was destined to have no soulmate it didn’t stop her loving.

And it hadn’t mattered in the beginning, post Sherrinford, caught in the maelstrom of emotions she had believed their love would survive.

But Sherlock’s soul mark had ripped apart what Eurus had thrown together. She’d known it of course, the awakening of a bond was hardly subtle, though Sherlock had attempted to hide it from her.

Molly takes a fortifying sip of tea. In the exact spot a year ago Sherlock had ripped her to shreds and then helped rebuild her.

It’s fitting then that this should be the end of them.

She’s a little surprised if she’s honest, that Sherlock is going to do the right thing by her, tell her that it’s over face to face rather than just letting her hang.

She braces herself as Sherlock comes to stand opposite her, the island braced between them.

“You met her then?” Molly asks, she directs her question to his shirt unable to look him in the face. It’s not even his fault. It was nature.

“Yes,”

Molly takes a breath, lets it out.

“Are you…I mean I…you’ll want your stuff I suppose. You can just box up whatever I have at Baker Street I’m sure John’ll bring it round for me—“

“Molly-“

She realises that she’s rambling but the reality of losing Sherlock is crushing her. She wants to be brave, she wants to do the right thing but it hurts more than she can bear.

She wants to ask if his soulmate is prettier then her, smarter. It’s a safe bet that if the universe found fit to give Sherlock Holmes a soulmate she would be nothing less then extraordinary.

And Molly Hooper was very ordinary.

“Molly stop,” he’s round the counter and clutching at her hands, although there is a note of command in his voice.

“Molly I went to see—“ she holds her breath, wondering if knowing the name of the woman Sherlock is destined to love will make it better or worse.

“I love you,” Sherlock says. “I want to be with you,”

Molly blinks stupefied. The soulmate connection was supposed to be destined. The perfect fit, how could sherlock want anything less.

“Molly..I meant it when I said you could see me. I don’t think you understand just how important that is to me. Your friendship had sustained me through things I…I don’t…can’t talk about.”

“I’ll always be your friend,” Molly says soothingly. Sherlock presses his forehead to hers breathing deeply.

“I don’t want your friendship Molly, not when I know what it feels like to be loved by you,”

“No one’s ever gone against a soulbond,” Molly tries.

“You’d be surprised, it doesn’t make headlines but people do. I believe in making my own fate. With you.”

It’s too much. Molly struggles to form a coherent argument but her heart is singing and it’s difficult to scrape together a counter argument. Her heart quite literally isn’t in it.

“So what do we do?”

Sherlock breathes out heavily, it sounds like relief.

“Love me,”

Molly’s answer is a kiss.

NB: hey look I wrote an angsty thing and it turned out happy. Go me

Was there anything I said that was funny, Molly Hooper?

My Head Canon for Sherlock and Molly is a mixture of what Sir Doyle’s stories tell us and the Moftiss version :

After Sherrinford, Sherlock returns to crime solving in 221B as a more mature, humbled man, better attuned to his and others emotions. He now understands and acknowledges the power of emotions and does not actively discount them as he used to before, but accepts them and most importantly respects them.

John and Rosie remain a huge presence in Sherlock’s life. John retains his position as Sherlock’s best friend and partner in crime solving. John continues to live in 221B for some time but as Rosie grows up and her safety becomes an issue, he shifts to another more homely location, and balances time between Rosie, his clinic and case solving.

The situation is now brought to the one that was canonically established in the Sherlock Holmes books, where in the later stories Dr. Watson would generally come to visit Baker Street and find Sherlock amidst an interesting case or would get a call from Sherlock for help in a certain case. The original stories mostly start off from this point. However since we have Rosie to consider as well I am guessing John’s involvement is lesser. In the original books too there were times when Holmes solved entire cases and only then told Watson how they happened or would mostly do the legwork himself. Adhering to that in this version Rosie and the clinic are the factors for John’s lesser involvement, though it is only relatively lesser as John really can’t stay away that much.

Sherlock’s relationship with Molly is however not this simple. It is complex on various levels. After Sherrinford, Sherlock does explain everything to Molly, and it is a moment between them that neither can I describe nor can they both themselves as to give complete justification. What words are exchanged, what is said is between them is not known, but there is an assurance that Molly being Molly does forgive him. She has always seen right through him and even now can see his pain, his remorse, his vulnerability which shines through stating the deep emotional trauma that he has suffered. He doesn’t tell her whether he meant that I love you or not. Neither does she mention it again. But John, Mrs Hudson and even Lestrade if ever asked about it will certainly tell you that something had started to change around that point of time. No Sherlock and Molly are however not in a relationship. But when Molly’s other friends and colleagues try to set her up with dates, Molly’s doesn’t really seem interested. They chastise her for not trying and soon give up one by one, though there are some close friends who know the actual reason and don’t say anything, merely shake their heads and go away. Once a relative of Molly’s asks her that doesn’t she want to have children of her own? To which she replies that she already does have a child.

Molly’s description of that relative’s face on her answer keeps John and Sherlock laughing all night when she tells them. She has come at that time for dinner as she sometimes does with them. Both John and Sherlock look at her fondly as she makes some more bad jokes and plays with Rosie. Eventually though John goes home as its Rosie’s bedtime and Sherlock and Molly are left alone. He suggests a walk and she agrees. They walk around in the quiet of the London night, not saying much, but as hands brush and soft smiles are exchanged a lot more is said then words could express.

Life goes on at 221B, John eventually finds another woman, and proceeds to settle down again. His involvement becomes lesser now though and updates from 221B aren’t that regular. However one day he gets a shocking message that Mrs. Hudson is very ill. He rushes to Baker Street along with Rosie and his wife. Sherlock looks a bit haggard, and for the first time John’s new wife sees some emotion on Sherlock’s face. John’s always told her that he is a deeply emotional man and while she has not doubted his affection for Rosie, she hasn’t seen him anything other than stoic and practical in the time she has known him.

Molly comes in moments later, hand in hand with another man, and Mrs. Watson can swear that this time she can feel a palpable change in the air. A tension that was not there before even with the sadness about Mrs. Hudson’s situation has suddenly seeped in.

She may not be perceptive like Sherlock but she knows in the way that Molly and Sherlock avoid looking at each other and how Molly has not paid much attention to her boyfriend while she has been in the house that there is something here.

Later she asks about this to John who says that he himself doesn’t understand it much and that they are not what you could call a couple, nor are they exes and he also doesn’t know what exactly does Sherlock feel for her.

“He doesn’t love like us and I can’t always understand him or what he is exactly feeling. But know this, that Molly can, she is vital to him and while Sherlock can deduce the whole world to the T, the only person who can deduce him back is Molly. However Sherlock and Molly are an unsolvable case which I gave up ages ago”. The topic is halted as the Watsons go to sleep too tired and drained to try to make sense of what they saw today.

Mrs. Hudson’s death follows a few days later from this event and after the funeral the new Mrs. Watson again observes Sherlock and Molly. Again she sees the rare occasion of Sherlock showing emotion and as her heart wrenches a bit for the man who looks like he has lost a long battle, her gaze shifts to Molly who has incidentally come alone and not left Sherlock’s side. Her hand on his arm the whole time, him slightly leaning into her as he addresses the guests that have come.

Mrs. Watson files that image away for later analysis. But the evidence and sources for these two people to clearly define whatever is going on between them is so confusing and so rare that soon, she like her husband comes to discover as to why its an ‘unsolvable case’ and gives up as well, eventually just accepting Sherlock and Molly as they are.

Rosie on the other hand suffers no such problem as her parents and when asked quite happily tells them about her Godfather and Godmother and how they are in fact a couple. She is the Watson who sees and observes; perceptive like her Mother she sees what others miss and hence is the only one not surprised when, a few years later as she is going off to college she hears that Uncle Sherlock who had shifted just last year to Sussex Downs, to pursue his passion for beekeeping has now been joined by Aunt Molly, who has given her resignation from Bart’s and sold her flat.

Sherlock and Molly never married. They did not appear to be a couple to anyone and no one apart from Sherlock’s closest and nearest circle of people knew about the relationship that they shared.

As Sherlock Holmes became a legend immortalized through Dr. Watson’s blogs, now talked about in past tense, no one ever associated the name of Molly Hooper with him. She wasn’t ever mentioned in the blogs and not seen with him often enough by the press who came to the conclusion that she was just a colleague. Hence the stories, movies and series that were inspired from it later never acknowledged her.

It only had once come to the attention of Molly, Rosie’s grandchild who had scoffed while watching a movie about the great Holmes and his supposed private life thinking that if only they had observed the subtle hints in her great grandfather’s old blog and not merely skimmed through, they could have known better about the actual private life of Sherlock Holmes. For though she hadn’t ever met Sherlock Holmes, she knew his stories well. Her grandmother had read the blogs to her in her childhood and had filled in a lot of blanks about Holmes life that Dr.John Watson had deliberately left in his writing as a tribute to a certain pathologist. However she had most of all remembered a photo of him which had been in her grandmother’s old touchscreen cell phone. Seriously who even used touchscreen anymore?! The photo had been of the said detective smiling down with all the love in his eyes at a woman with brown hair tied in a ponytail, flecks of grey here and there, a wrinkled face but sparkly brown eyes that crinkled as she smiled back at him with her arms around him. Molly had wished that someone looked at her as Sherlock Holmes had once looked at her namesake.

Sherlock and Molly’s tale was one which was forgotten through time, kept away from the world; in the beginning by Mycroft Holmes’ zealous efforts to keep that part of Sherlock’s life well hidden and then eventually through the natural course of fading memory. For Mycroft, the fear of old enemies discovering about Molly and using her in some unscrupulous manner was unacceptable. He had seen how vulnerable a pressure point Molly was to Sherlock and he never wanted to see his brother go through the anguish and pain he had witnessed in the room with the coffin again.

Hence while throughout history Sherlock Holmes’ name was taken with a lot of people, primarily with Doctor Watson, his best friend, confidante and blogger; Irene Adler and James Moriarty his rivals and enemies, both great in their own regard; Mrs. Hudson his landlady and not his housekeeper; Lestrade his first colleague and friend and even with Rosie who never stopped boasting about the fact that he was her Godfather, his name was never ever taken with the one person that mattered the most.

Sherlollians take a bow

Sometimes I feel so proud of you all Sherlollians

Like this ship was such an underdog ship at first.

In fact one half of the ship’s pairing was made of a character that not only was new in the whole Sherlock fandom (books/stories/movies/shows combined- that already had two major ships like Johnlock and Adlock from the 1800s) but was also not even the main character, having the least scenes amongst the secondary characters themselves and yet..

And yet this ship was the one that made a huge impact, one which was quite disproportional to its size.

In fact its funny that the Sherlolly shippers and the ship’s dynamic run parallel to the character development of Molly herself.

Just like sweet bumbling Molly Hooper; the Sherlollians were mostly lurking in the background, lending their support and small strength to the fandom when required, not much acknowledged by Sherlock itself or the other ships, yet always making their presence felt in little ways, building their ship on the scarce yet impactful source of a few dialogues here and a few emotional scenes there and then slowly as the character of Molly grew, the ship grew too, enough for other ships to start seeing it as a worthy competitor, and as Molly took Sherlock head on the Sherlollians took others head on as well; standing their ground as all sorts of dragging down and character assassinations happened from everywhere.

And when came the time of need it was the Sherlollians that still supported the Sherlock series even as others abandoned it just like Molly stood by Sherlock when he was alone and in the end boy were you guys rewarded!!

Proud to be part of this group.

Sorry that I joined the party so late. I am sure it would had been quite an experience to be a Sherlollian in those days where Sherlock and Molly’s relationship was still developing.

What a beautiful ship, incomplete and yet complete in its own way.

Love does conquer all doesn’t it..?

Don’t make jokes Molly. 😁

(insp)

I can see this happening with the two of them shagging right after the christening.😏

john and mycroft reactions during the “i love you” scene.

requested by @ssherlock ♥

I just love that they all care about Molly so much, even Mycroft. Neither of these two had much to lose personally but look at how they react over this one small pathologist being in danger. Their reactions are not only for her, but reinforce the idea that Sherlock loves Molly and would be devastated by her loss. 

Mycroft - look how anxious he is, look! He has his arms crossed in and they get tighter as the scene goes on. He is bracing himself for what it will do to his little brother. Then, he uncrosses his arms when the danger has passed.

John - silent, more reserved. He’s been through this with the death of his own wife, nothing surprises him and he’s numb until gif three. Gif three is the expression of a man who didn’t realize how much Molly meant to Sherlock until that very moment and is heartbroken for him, maybe even feeling a bit guilty for missing something so big and not appreciating that Sherlock was at risk of the same kind of pain he has experienced. 

Wonderful @mae-jones

Sherlolly AU - Secret Quirk

Mary: I’m cold

John: here, have my jacket

Molly: hey, I’m cold too

Sherlock: What? *taking off jacket* I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn’t listen and now *piling scarves on molly* now look, I’ve got to make sure you don’t FREEZE to death and *taking somebody else’s hat* how long have you been cold you should’ve said something sooner!