Benedict and Louise + complimenting each other
A nice young lady in a bobble-hat on the train just opened with, ‘Excuse me, what was it like kissing Benedict Cumberbatch?’. 'Yeah, it was alright,' I said. And then looked very shifty. IT CAUGHT ME OFF-GUARD. Next time I’ll say something dazzling or effortlessly cool. Yeah. Next time. - Louise Brealey
The one person that mattered the most [A Sherlolly fanmade mix]
1. Say something - A great big world // 2. About today - The National // 3. Reminder - Mumford & Sons // 4. 9 crimes - Damien Rice // 5. You belong to me - Carla Bruni // 6. The ballad of love and hate - The Avett Brothers //7. In my veins - Andrew Belle // 8. Communication - The Cardigans // 9. I know places - Lykke Li //10 . Hero - Regina Spektor // 11. All I want - Kodaline // 12. If you want me - Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova // 13. Hello my old heart - The Oh Hellos // 14. Here with me - Dido.
Sherlock x Molly— Everything
Yeah. I have OTP feels. I needed to get them out. Song by Alanis Morissette. I did this as if Sherlock and Molly alternated verses, so they’re singing to each other.
WARNING: SPOILERS FOR SERIES THREE
sherlock + molly | anywhere but here
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper
Additional Tags: PWP, Shameless Smut, Season/Series 03 Spoilers, His Last Vow Spoilers, Office Sex
Sherlock comes to beg Molly’s forgiveness for the rather unfortunate incident with the drugs test.
Sherlock’s parents are invited to stop by Baker Street shortly after Molly arrives to help the detective on a case.
Mrs. Holmes realizes this was her sons way of introducing his parents to the woman he loves.
"I’m not dead yet," he grumbled, "Is the morgue so bereft of bodies that you’ve starting waiting around for people to kick the proverbial bucket?" Molly’s look of disapproval signaled to Sherlock that he hadn’t quite managed a jovial tone or a facial expression to signify his jest. Morphine had that effect, along with several others that he was currently experiencing. Sherlock let out something of a low chuckle, but the smile never touched his lips.
"How much have they given you?" she asked, gesturing to the drip.
"Enough to sufficiently muddle my mind," he replied, "You’re not going to slap me again, are you?" Sherlock asked, gesturing vaguely to the morphine drip to his left, "They put the needle in me,”
She arched her brow, “That’s a rare side effect,” she started, “turning the humorless into would-be comedians,” The corner of her lips pulled into a slight smirk before it vanished from her face. Then the tell tale line of worry creased her brow as she met his gaze. Sherlock was certain it was the drugs that made him take notice of, and linger on, the particular shade of brown in her eyes.
"There’s really no point in telling you to be more careful, is there?"
"None at all," he answered quietly.
Molly inhaled slowly as though to calm her nerves, before lifting her hand to gently rest atop his. Her fingers were warm, soft, brushing lightly against his knuckles. Neither of them heard the quickened blip on the heart monitor, gone as quickly as it had come.
"I’m alright, Molly," he answered, "Impossible to kill," Sherlock reclined his head back on the pillow as a lazy smile crossed his face, "remember?"
"She wasn’t his weakness, she was his strength."
She had told him once that everyone had something in this world they treasured above all else. Everyone had something they loved unconditionally, not expecting anything in return. Everyone had a reason to continue.
She was his reason.