Could I ask for following Sherlolly cheer up fic, please?: Molly's and Tom's wedding preparations are going well underway. Sherlock (like he has done with Mary's ex-boyfriend before the Watson's wedding) tries to search out Molly's ex-lovers who could be a possible 'threat' to the happy couple, but remains unsuccessful. In the end, he's realising... He, Sherlock himself is the one, ('the possible threat') he is looking for... that'd be awesome, dear ❤
I have finally gotten to this! I swear, I think it was seeing the gifs of Sherlock destroying the coffin over and over that finally kickstarted my brain for this. But I wrote this for you and @paix4tout (and if it is too angsty for you, @paix4tout, let me know and I will write you something else). But here you go, will all my apologies for making you wait so long!
The One Who Could Ruin It All -
Sherlock comes to a realization as he goes through all the potential threats to Tom and Molly’s wedded bliss.
It had been a shock to come back from Serbia and find that she had moved on, but he was happy for her. Really. He knew that when the topic of her engagement came up he might clench his jaw a bit or mince his words just a tad, but that was only because he thought she could do better. But if Tom made her happy, then he would do everything under the sun to make sure no force tore them asunder.
He pored over every detail of Tom’s background, interviewed every woman he had laid with and every woman he had dated, however briefly. Molly really was a step up, in so many ways. These women would not pose any problems. None of them wanted him back. He was gone from their lives and they had happily moved on. Not that Tom was a bad man, they had all assured him, just…boring. Plain. Even dull had been used a few times.
Perhaps Molly needed safe.
A psychopath and a sociopath, after all, was not a good pattern.
And that was what surprised him, when he went delving into Molly’s personal life. That was all there was to her love life, really: a dead psychopath and a living sociopath who had never given her more than a glance before his life depended on her expertise. Well, no. He had given her more than a glance. He knew the shade of her lips, when she darkened it with lipstick and when she took it off. He paid attention to the shape of them, too, how they seemed thinner without the darkening colour, but were still somewhat attractive.
He knew her measurements, too. It was why it was so easy to decipher Irene’s because she and Molly were shaped the same. He would have noticed even if Irene had chosen to confront him fully clothed, but seeing Irene in the nude he had briefly wondered if Molly was that shapely, having the same measurements. Oh, there were other reasons his usual ability to cold read a person had shorted out, he could admit, but long after Irene had left he wondered just how different Molly would look in the nude to Irene on nights when he was trying hard to sleep.
Those were thoughts he wouldn’t admit to anyone.
Nor were the thoughts that he knew how she took her coffee, that her cat was a rescue that preferred albacore tuna and so when he came by he always made sure he had a can with him, that she hummed “Yankee Doodle Went To Town” while cleaning her dishes, that she had well-worn childhood books interspersed on her bookcase with medical journals and leather-bound classics…
He knew all of these things about Molly, more than most, and it had never seemed more important until now, because now he knew.
The only person capable of ruining Tom and Molly’s happiness was him, because he was in love with Margaret Hooper.
He ran a hand down his face at the realization sunk in. How had it happened? When? He had suppressed all of his emotions for so long, kept such a tight rein on them that this never should have happened. It ever should have gotten an inkling of a start, let alone gotten this far. And yet here he was, admitting, at least to himself, that he had the capability to destroy her happiness because he loved her.
And he could. He was a selfish bastard, and he could tell her he loved her and sweep her away from the meat dagger and…
And then what?
What did he know of relationships? What did he know of really loving someone? Of being in love? Nothing, that was what. He had been told all his life that caring was not an advantage. He had, for years and years, held himself aloft and had only recently let people seep their way in. But friends were not lovers. Not even what he and Irene had was a true relationship.
And he would never hurt Molly.
Perhaps that was how he knew he loved her. He could, if he chose, end her relationship and claim her in any way he saw fit, but in the end, he would lose her, and in the end, he would hurt her. Which meant one thing.
He would not interfere.
He would tell the happy couple there would be no worries. No one would try and break them apart, it was all handled. He knew Tom may not take it well but Molly knew him well and Molly would. He would accept her embrace and her kiss on the cheek, smile back at her smile, and then let himself fade into the background of wedding preparations. He would not put himself through another wedding; he would find a case of some sort to keep him busy the day of the nuptials. He would send a gift, something more for Molly than her husband, with a card wishing them happiness. He would inquire when she returned from her honeymoon if she was happy. And he would let her talk about wedded bliss whenever she chose for as long as it lasted.
And he would never tell her the truth, that he loved her. He would spare her the pain it would bring. It was the best for both of them.
To Sherlollies out there (and I am purposefully not misspelling because I am actually wondering), I know most of you don’t expect Sherlolly to be canon. But, my question is, if Molly were in John’s place, would you? I was thinking last night about what if John and Molly switched roles. John is the pathologist in the lab and Molly is Sherlock’s partner. The stuff that has happened between Sherlock and John in the show instead happens with Sherlock and Molly. What if Sherlock restarted his heart bc she was in danger after Tom shot him? What if Sherlock googled Molly’s ex “friend”? What if Sherlock had a two inch thick file on Molly with a page where her head is pasted to the Birth of Venus? What if Sherlock looked up Molly’s birth certificate in order to find out her middle name? What if Molly planned her and Tom’s wedding but the whole time acting “terrified”? What if CAM threw Molly in a fire and Sherlock rescued her? What if CAM said “look how you care about Molly Hooper, your damsel in distress”? What if Sherlock left Molly’s wedding early looking super sad? What if Sherlock relapsed after she got married, like…would you all not read those things as romantic? And furthermore would you still not think sherlolly would end up being canon?
I guess my point is whether or not you think Johnlock will happen, we aren’t pulling these things out of our asses, they all canonically happened between these two men. All we are doing is not allowing the fact that they share the same gender keep us from reading typically romantic tropes as romantic.
Anyway I do often wonder about that, I mean you guys see Sherlock congratulating Molly on her engagement as romantic so like if he planned her wedding and then left it early looking devastated I wonder what you would think?
You don’t have to reblog if you don’t want I would be fine with DM as well. Thanks!
*suddenly next to them; exasperated* Sorry I'm late...may I join you?
*frowns* Excuse me?
*rolls her eyes* Edward, this is Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock, Edward Castle *mutters* Sherlock is my soon-to-be-ex husband.
*raises an eyebrow* You never told me you were married.
*pulls up a chair; smug* Ah, first date. Remember ours, dear?
*narrows her eyes* Where are the kids?
*splutters his drink* Wait, you have kids? Plural? As in...more than one?
*still looking at Sherlock* Yes. Where are they?
*thinking* Hmm...one is out solving a crime probably, teenagers, I'm sure I left the twins downstairs with Mrs. Hudson, John and Mary wanted the toddler practice and Mycroft is babysitting the, erm, baby.
*alarmed* Jesus, how many have you got?
Sherlock & Molly:
*glance at each other* Five.
*confused* Well, then...why are you splitting up?
*smiles* The sex was crap.
*chuckles; takes her wine glass* Now, Molly, give him an excuse he'll believe *raises the glass to the light*
*looking between them* What's going on?
*sighs* Does the name Julia Smith mean anything to you?
*shakes his head*
Nooo *sniffs the glass* You never get to know their names first, do you? Did you know she was fifteen years old?
Her mother hired me to investigate her attack. Dinner at a restaurant with someone she met in a chatroom... *dips his finger in the wine glass* I don't think I need to tell you the rest *tentatively tastes the liquid*
*calm* You see, while you're sat here with me, the police are raiding your flat and, well...I don't think you're getting away this time.
*fuming* You have no right-
*fuming* Our eldest is the same age. It is taking all my willpower not to force you to drink this and leave you at the mercy of my girls. Far worse than anything I could do to you.
*enters Angelo's; approaching their table* Come on, Castle. You have the right to remain silent... *leads the suspect away*
Yesterday i saw my ex-girlfriend. She loves these pills. I knew I was going to see her. I bought them for that reason. But I just couldn’t talk to her. I ended up drunk and high without taking these pills. I will save them for her, even though that may never happen.
Pills and Ketamine
Rodney Vegas, 16 year old hippy from the late 60s- early 70s
Hes a part of a videogame idea I have called Timeskip
Rodney is a hippy, obviously. Hes usually cheerful, calm, and goes with the flow. Rodney is very quirky and a social butterfly.
Sometimes, though, he can become very emotional. There are even times where he loses his temper, resulting in him making hasty decisions.
The easiest way to upset him is to mention his ex girlfriend, Molly Black, aka the woman that blinded him. He ends up killing Molly in a fit of rage later in the game. The scars on his body were also from Molly
Although he means well, he loves to mock others. Often receiving a “Shut the fuck up, Rodney” response. Rodney usually knows where the line is and tries his best to not step over it.
Hes not fully developed yet, so work needs to be done