Happy Birthday @chychymazzu!! Have a wonderful day and I hope you like this present heheee yes I was the anon asking your favourite character the other day, it was all part of my plan mwahahaa! I wanted to give something back to you since you give so much to this fandom with requests and your beautiful art!
listen, saying malec deserves to win is not wrong just as saying evak deserves to win is not wrong either!!!!
i saw many people saying that couple 1 deserves to win because of this or that and then discrediting couple 2 as justification. THIS IS WRONG.
both malec and evak had a huge impact and broke many stereotypes in their own way because:
malec is an interracial couple of two men: one is gay and the other is bisexual, canonly. plus, they have a healthy relationship even though the circumstances are not the best. we don’t see that in almost any tv show that has the privilege of being aired on prime time, just as shadowhunters does.
evak, in addition to being a relationship between two guys, also shows that IT IS possible to love and be loved even if you’re bipolar and suffer from your condition daily. skam even shows scenes of Even having breakdowns and such, just so people know what it’s like. evak shows that you can have a healthy relationship even when you’re mentally ill.
so yes, both of these couples have reasons to win and serve as great representation. you don’t have to insult your oponent to win fairly. you can vote for your ship without saying bs about anyone.
Molly couldn’t suppress the angry tears, or the accompanying frown. “How dare you?”
Sherlock gaped for a moment, wordless, before managing to speak. “I– I beg your pardon?”
“How dare you say such a thing?” She clenched her fists, her jaw; she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’ve told you countless times, you insensitive prick. Yet you still feel the need to tease and embarrass me, as though I’m some sort of plaything. I’m not an experiment, Sherlock.”
Bewilderment played across his features. “Th-that’s not–”
“Get out,” she said, staring him down.
“Get out of my morgue!” She hadn’t stamped her foot, but she may as well have.
Sherlock turned quietly and left.
“Rubbish timing,” John said later that evening as he sat at his kitchen table with his friend.
“Rubbish emotions,” Sherlock quipped. “How is it that, with everything else in my mind, I still have room for the damned things?”
John shushed him; Rosie was asleep in the next room. “You’re still human,” he replied quietly.
The consultant leaned forward, face in his hands. “How can I even know for sure what I’m feeling toward Molly?"
"You do care about her,” John said matter-of-factly. “However, you might have come to me before bungling it up. I still can’t believe you told her you were ‘ready to have a go at a relationship.’”
“Just… help me fix it,” Sherlock said quietly, looking up at his friend. “Please.”
John just stared at him. Sherlock almost never asked for help, let alone politely.
“Fine,” he replied. “I’ll do what I can.”
After a sleepless night, Molly decided to call John for advice.
He answered at the first ring. “Molly? I was just about to call.”
“Oh,” she replied. “Did you need me to come over?”
“If that’s alright.” John glanced over at Rosie, who was making a mess of breakfast, and Sherlock, who’d fallen asleep at the table.
“As long as Sherlock isn’t there,” she said.
“Oh, he won’t be,” John lied.
When Molly arrived, John answered the door with a grumpy Rosie in his arms. She took the toddler and followed John to his living room, sitting down on the sofa across from him.
“Can I talk to you about something?” Molly asked, gently stroking Rosie’s hair.
“Er, yeah,” John replied. “Of course.”
“Sherlock…” she started. “Sherlock came to my morgue last night.”
John said nothing.
“He… doesn’t know where to draw the line, does he?” She set Rosie on the floor with her toys.
John pressed his lips together. He was looking at Rosie, but his true focus was on her godmother. He sighed before replying. “How long has it been since the last time he carelessly trampled on your feelings? Months? A year?”
Her eyebrows drew together. It had been a while. “What are you getting at?” she asked.
“Clarify for me,” John said, already knowing the answer. “What did he say to you?”
Molly scoffed. “He told me he was 'ready to have a go’ at a relationship.” She swallowed hard. “With me.”
“Hm.” John thought for a moment before speaking again. “I can see why you think he was taking the mick.”
“Well, he can’t very well be serious,” she replied, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees.
Rosie threw her doll at Molly, who handed the doll back saying, “Rosie, remember, we must be gentle with babies.”
Rosie took it back and hugged it before going back to playing alone.
“Why not?” John asked. “Why can’t he be serious?”
Molly smiled bitterly. “You know how he is. All logic, no emotion. He prefers drugs to actual human company.”
John shook his head, a smile playing across his lips. “That’s what he wants people to think. He only pretends not to care. He can’t get hurt if he won’t let anyone get close enough.”
She bit her lip. Her heart ached to accept that as truth, but… “Maybe that’s what he wants you to think.” …she didn’t want to take the chance.
“Molly…” John sighed. “I know it’s hard for you to believe or accept, but Sherlock does care.”
She shook her head.
“Molly.” Her gaze darted up to the door, where Sherlock stood with sleepless eyes and disheveled hair.
She turned to John, her voice barely above a whisper. “You said he wouldn’t be here.”
“Molly,” Sherlock said softly, stepping into the room. “Please.”
John stood, picked Rosie up, and left the room. He’d done what he could.
Molly got to her feet, arms crossed, and eyes welling up with tears. “Why, Sherlock?”
He knit his eyebrows. “Why?"
"Why me? Why now?”
“Why you?” he replied, tentatively stepping closer. “You are kind… caring. You see the best in people. The best in me. You have always,” his voice cracked, “been a good friend. Why now?” He sighed, shaking his head. “It’s not just now. It’s been… too long. I…” He paused. “I wanted you to be happy, and… I didn’t think you could be happy with me.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
Sherlock mentally counted down. If she doesn’t say anything by the time I reach zero, I’ll just leave, he thought. The heart that had been purposely hardened felt heavier with each passing second. At zero, he turned, but stopped when she spoke.
“How long?” she asked quietly, letting her arms fall to her sides.
“I’m not sure,” he replied, still facing the door. “But… the day you said you didn’t count–it was the day I realized that you do count, Molly. More than anyone. More than… more than me.”
“One chance,” she said.
Sherlock turned back to face her again. “Sorry?”
“I can offer you one chance, Sherlock. If…” She took a breath. “If this is a joke, an experiment, or anything like that, you’ll tell me right now. If I find out on my own, that’s it. I won’t ever want to see you or hear from you again. Do you understand?”
Sherlock nodded silently.
“Now, tell me: are you serious about this? Do you absolutely mean what you’ve said?” Molly closed her fists, bracing herself for the answer.
He slowly closed the distance between them, leaned down, and kissed her gently before answering.
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of all the psychiatrists he could have chosen, it was her. There’s something about her that intrigues him.
she has the capacity to do Very Bad Things, which is something Hannibal knew before she did.
he refused to accept her resignation and she chose to accept his refusal.
he covered up her murder as she covered up his involvement.
she’s the only person besides Will Graham who knows and understands him.
he opens up to her about his innermost thoughts and feelings to a degree he hasn’t even done with Will.
she’s suspected that he’s dangerous for a while but continued his therapy regardless because her professional curiosity in him was too great to resist.
she’s one of very few people who saw him for what he is and survived it (in part through her own intelligence, in part because he cares about her to a degree).
she made the conscious choice not to kill him and instead chose to join him because again, her curiosity in him is too great to resist.
he allowed her to go with him instead of killing her right there, when he had already left everyone else to die (Hannibal is a social creature who enjoys company and Bedelia is a familiar force in his life he feels trusting of).
she’s drawn to the criminal mind, Hannibal’s in particular.
she’s no innocent bystander; she’s complicit in his crimes and while terrified also fascinated and participating in them to a degree she hasn’t anticipated but is undeniable.
they have very similar tastes; Bedelia’s house closely resembles Hannibal’s and they listen to the same kind of music. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume Bedelia enjoys the environment and life they have in Italy as much as he does (apart from the crimes).
she’s an unconventional psychiatrist, like him, which doubtlessly drew him to her and makes her therapy with him about as unhealthy as his with Will’s.
she’s intelligent and capable enough to see through him and manipulate him to a degree, making her more an equal than a victim.
she never sugarcoats things and is always extremely frank with him, despite knowing what he is, and he reacts to those moments with almost childish petulancy, not anger. She’s much more of a guiding force in his life than he would probably like to admit.
he wanted to be her friend and she shot him down, stating that they’re colleagues but not that – because he doesn’t show his true face and hides behind a veil. The veil is now lifted and they share an openness and honesty Hannibal has never had with anyone else except to a degree Will Graham.
from what we’ve seen, her life is somewhat depressing; he’s her only patient, she’s alone in the house, and apparently nobody missed her when she disappeared. Hannibal can offer her excitement and intrigue, which she seems to be interested in, judging by her continuous involvement with someone who she knows to be dangerous.
them posing as a married couple is no coincidence; it’s Hannibal’s way of enforcing commitment, ensuring her loyalty. If she truly wished to betray him, a ring on her finger wouldn’t stop her, but somehow Hannibal seems to think it would – marriage clearly means something to him, and he chose her to do it with.