Molly Hooper in thigh-high
tights with cat designs on them. Molly Hooper with artsy tank tops with
anatomical designs all over them. Molly Hooper with dark skirts and bright
patterned pants and way too many accessories. Molly with victory curls and
tattoos of sirens and ships and pirates and black flags with red skulls, who
inspires her best friend from childhood to love pirates as well. Who introduces
The Woman and Sherlock Holmes and rolls her eyes when they try to outdo each
other for her attention.
Irene with bright red
lipstick and faux leather jackets and high heels and tight pants. Irene Adler
with a pierced eyebrow and a pierced tongue and a glint in her eyes that says
she’s got more power in her pinky than most men will ever see in their lives.
Irene with a white tank top and dark fingerless gloves and a cigarette in her
mouth. Irene standing in front of the mirror and putting on her war paint as
Molly places distracting kisses against her neck. Irene Adler clacking her
blood red nails against her vanity as she considers which disguise she’s going
to wear today.
Molly Hooper and Irene
Adler going out and making heads turn. Molly Hooper and Irene Adler being kick
ass together. Molly Hooper and Irene Adler playing Moriarty for all the money
his empire is worth. Molly Hooper and Irene Adler making sure these two big
baby men don’t destroy each other in their big temper tantrums.
Molly Hooper and Irene
Adler running off to explore the world and leaving behind the dirty rotten
criminal world and starting up their own consulting business. They solve crimes
and run official autopsies and are a thousand times more efficient because they
don’t get a thrill from it—it’s a job and one they do well. They pump money from cases into women’s homes
and so they have a network of women all willing to help with any cases. In
return they help provide evidence and support and protection.
They dye each other’s
hair and do each other’s make up and sometimes, when Molly is tired of men
feeling like Irene can be summed up entirely by her job, Molly will lace their
hands together and wrap her arm around her waist and pull her close and kiss
her gentle and slow and sweet and Molly finished it up by making rude gestures
to the gawking men. They talk about bones and muscle and blood and poison and
scar tissue and weapon patterns and bruising and people give them strange looks
but Irene is fascinated.
And when Irene has a bad
day at work and she is teary eyed and exhausted and can’t stand the thought of
being around people, Molly is fine with staying in and curling up with hot
cocoa and warm blankets and a friendly cat and watching reruns of IT crowd and
Peaky Blinders and Doctor Who and letting tv numb their minds until they fall
asleep with their limbs tangled together and Irene’s head in the crook of Molly’s
neck and their hair a mess when they wake up and stumble into bed.
AH. I just need an
infinite amount more Molrene, ok? OK? BLURGH!