molly hooper for aspen
Molly and that idiot in the coat, requested by an awful lot of people.
AU Meme | In which Sherlock is a sweetheart and Molly is, well, an asshole — requested by conductressofcoats
The Color of Blood
Sebastian Moran had never expected to fall in love with Molly Hooper. It had started out as a ploy to get close to her, to find out where Sherlock had disappeared to after the Fall. They had tried their best to keep their affair secret, only seeing each other when Jim was out of town, out of the country, half-way across the world. But as always, Jim found out what Sebastian was doing, one way or another.
“I don’t want you playing with her anymore, Sebastian,” he said. Seb had just gotten out of the shower. He still had his towel wrapped around his waste as he buttoned a clean shirt to his frame.
“I want Molly Hooper dead. Do you understand me?” Jim’s voice was cold and calculating, laced with venom. Sebastian stopped, looked over his shoulder at his superior. There was no mistaking the ice in his eyes. He was serious.
“I know what happened. Between you two. You think I didn’t notice? The way you look whenever I talk about her.”
Sebastian said nothing, and turned to look down at his bed. His gun was set neatly in front of him, with the clip of ammunition right beside it.
“Kill her. Tonight. Or I will.”
Though I debated posting this, since this is a Molliarty Tumblr, I’ve decided that wanting Molly dead can easily be a sign of Moriarty’s feelings for her. Easily. I mean, this is Jim Moriarty we’re talking about. Therefore, here you go, check out this perfection!
I’ll just be over here… dying…
now let’s see about getting you undressed.
disgusted by your perfection
Just some MorMorMol studies
dumb femlock sketch thing where sherlock is a 50s(???) detective girl and john is her cool greaser girlfriend?? yes
i copied the poses from a nancy drew book bc honeybadger dont cARE
bonus cutie molly (matthew??) hooper?? maybe???
sobs i’ll make it look halfway decent laterz
Molly: You… How did you get in here?
Irene: Now, now. [takes out her phone] Don’t change the subject. I’ve sent you 25 texts… I haven’t had to do this much chasing since I met Sherlock.
Molly: So it was you. How did you… [shakes head] Sorry, why are you texting me?
Irene: Why not?
Irene: Oh come on, darling. Surely you must know what I want from you? I wasn’t being particularly cryptic. After all, I doubt you’ve seen much excitement outside the lab.
Molly: Well, I didn’t think you were being… [bites lip] Anyway, I’m flattered but uh, I’m not really interested.
Irene: Not the best liar, are you? [smirks] I’m not going to grope you, Miss Hooper, unless of course you want me to. I just want to take you to dinner. Tell me, when was the last time you were out with someone properly?
Molly: … Jim Moriarty.
Irene: [her face softens for a moment, she resumes using her phone] There, an invitation for tonight. I’ll be expecting you.
Molly: [sighs] I don’t even know… You could at least tell me your name?
Irene: Let me buy you dinner, and you can call me whatever you please.
-to be continued.-
Benedict: Look how pretty Lou looks.
Moffat: Lovely. But being completely ignored by horrible, old Sherlock.
Benedict: I know, but that’s the awful thing. She’s so sparkly and looking so pretty and he’s being such an ass. (laughs)
<3 <3 <3
Aww, how sweet ❤
She’s so sparkly? ahaaah excellence.
This pretty much sums Molly up.
Sparkly is the perfect term for her.