#molly hooper is a bamf

[musicprincess1990]

Chicken Soup

I know I said I was taking a break from writing, but... I'm a goddamn liar. And this is for @mizjoely, because she's not feeling well. Hope you get better soon, friend!

~*~

"I am never ill."

Famous last words of Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and arrogant prat. He would be forced to change his tune now, as he was currently laid out in bed, nursing a fever, a sore throat, and sinus congestion. By the tone of his texts—Baker St immediately, followed by a rare and unembellished, Please—one would have though he was dying, or at least seriously injured.

But no. Instead, Molly found him curled into the foetal position atop his duvet, a hot water bottle pressed against his temple and three empty teacups on the bedside table. He presented quite a pathetic picture, and she couldn't quite stop herself from smiling.

"Molly," he grumbled, his voice gravelly and deeper than normal. "I can feel you smiling.

She let a little giggle escape. "Serves you right, Mr. 'I'm Never Ill.'"

"Yes, yes, hilarious—" here he was forced to pause in order to cough several times, "—now, help me."

Molly perched her hands on her hips. "Say please."

One quicksilver eye opened and glared daggers at her. "I already did."

She didn't budge. "Say it again."

He huffed in exasperation, eye falling closed again, and finally said in a pitiful groan, "Please, Molly."

Satisfied, she let her hands fall and softened her smirk into a gentle smile. "Of course, Sherlock," she said softly, taking the hot water bottle, which was more lukewarm by this point. "I'll refill this, and I'll make you some tea, shall I? Maybe get you some paracetamol, if it's still in the same place?"

Another wave of coughing, then he replied, "Same place."

Without another word, Molly set to work. She put the kettle on the stove and rooted around the cupboards until she found a few bags of herbal. He'd likely make a face and some snide remark, but it was much better for a cold than Earl Gray. Then she ran the tap until the water was warm enough, then filled the hot water bottle and carried it back into Sherlock's room. He mumbled incoherently, which she took as the closest thing to a thank-you she would get.

Next, she went into the bathroom and found the paracetamol—expired, but only by a few weeks. It would do for now, but she made a mental note to pop over to the nearest Boots and pick up a new bottle for him. She'd get him something to eat, as well; knowing him, he likely hadn't eaten for days, which only exacerbated the illness. It would do him good to have something, even something small.

The kettle whined, and Molly returned to the kitchen, pouring water into the cup and letting the tea steep. Glancing through the fridge, she was happy to find a fresh lemon (I wonder what experiment that is for...). Adding a bit of lemon and a hint of sugar—she did know him, after all—she took the tea and medicine into his room.

"Up," she instructed, and he reluctantly pulled himself up into a seated position, leaning back against the headboard. Molly handed him the paracetamol first, which he immediately took, then the tea. As expected, his upper lip curled a bit, but he made no comment and sipped the steaming liquid.

"When did you eat last?" she asked.

"Can't remember," he answered before taking another sip.

"Have you got anything in?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You were just in my fridge, I think you'd know better than me."

Molly narrowed her eyes, but let the snarky comment pass. "That's a no, then. Think you can manage half an hour without me?"

"I shall do my level best," he deadpanned.

"Says the man who all but begged me to come to his bedside."

"I never beg."

She smiled sweetly. "Just like you never get ill?" He scowled at her, and she let out another giggle. "Alright then, I'm off to Boots, back in a few. Sleep, if you can."

"Yes, Mum."

~*~

Just over half an hour later, Molly made her way back up the stairs to Sherlock's flat, carrying a new bottle of paracetamol and a tin of soup. Chicken noodle soup, to be precise, a favourite remedy of the Hooper household when Molly was a child. She hadn't a clue how Sherlock would react to it, but it was certainly worth a go.

Peeping into Sherlock's room, she saw him fast asleep, breathing slow and steady. Molly paused for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall. Even pale and sickly, he was beautiful, like he was cut from marble. But now, with his features relaxed in sleep, there was a vulnerability to him, softening all his sharp edges. He was human, like anybody else. Best not tell him that, she joked privately, then left the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

While he slept, Molly spent some time tidying up the flat, though she took care not to disturb the flasks and petri dishes in the kitchen. As she did, she got a call from Mrs. Hudson, thanking her for looking in on Sherlock while she was away. She was in the lake district with her sister, due back in a week or so, and Molly wished her a nice holiday and ended the call.

Not long after, she heard Sherlock stirring, and went to put the soup on the stove, along with a fresh kettle. Soon, she took another cuppa and a bowlful of soup in on Mrs. Hudson's usual tea tray.

Sherlock's brows pulled together as she set the tray on the bed beside him. "What's that?"

"Soup," she answered. "And you're going to eat it."

He stared at the soup for several seconds. "How?"

Odd question, she thought. "Well, you take the spoon and—"

"How did you know?"

"I... know what?"

His throat convulsed as he swallowed hard. "Never mind. I'll eat it. Bit difficult to do so in bed, though." He stood carefully, sniffling and coughing as he carried the tray back into the kitchen.

Molly watched closely, curious and confused by his reaction. What had he meant? How did she know what? Know to bring him soup? For God's sake, she was a doctor, even if her patients were already dead when she saw them. And he knew that, so that couldn't be it... so what was it?

"Are you going to stand there staring at me all night?"

Her face flamed and she shook herself. "Sorry, just... thinking."

"Always a good thing to do," he said with a hint of a smile.

Molly watched him for another few moments, mustering the nerve to ask him, then finally did so. "What did you mean, Sherlock?"

His hand stopped, holding his spoon in midair, but he didn't look at her. "Nothing," he mumbled.

"Liar."

Now he did look at her, seemingly stunned that she'd called him out, but to his credit, he didn't keep lying. He set down his spoon, eyes following it, and it was several seconds before he spoke again.

"The last time I can remember being ill," he began, "I was six years old. My parents were on holiday, Mycroft was at school, and I was spending the week with my grandparents. I was miserable, thought I was going to die—ridiculous, obviously I wasn't, but to a child who didn't yet know better, it seemed likely." Sherlock took a breath. "I woke in the middle of the night in hysterics, and... my gran brought me a bowl of chicken noodle soup."

Molly smiled. "Your gran sounds lovely."

His ears turned pink. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will... I don't know what I'll do, but it won't be pleasant."

She snorted a laugh. "Mum's the word. So, is that why you reacted like you did? You thought I knew about your gran somehow?"

Sherlock self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck. "It... wasn't my most rational moment."

"Well, you're ill," she pointed out. "No one's mind is ever perfectly clear when they're ill. Not even Sherlock Holmes."

His eyes flew up to meet hers, dancing with humour. "So I'm only human?"

"Afraid so," she said with a smile. "Now, eat up. I don't want a single drop left of that soup."

"Yes, Mum," he quipped again, but did as he was told.

When he was finished, Molly set his emptied bowl in the basin, then refilled his hot water bottle for him as he shuffled back into his room. He was already curled up under the covers when she brought it to him, eyelids beginning to droop.

Without thinking, Molly brushed his curls back from his forehead and pressed her palm against his heated skin, in order to see if his fever had lessened any. Then, realizing what she'd done, she froze, her eyes only slightly wider than his. "I-I'm sorry, I know why I did—"

Molly's words suddenly caught in her throat. She had been about to jerk her hand back and make a hasty retreat, but she'd barely moved an inch before his fingers closed around her wrist. He studied her hand for a moment, then pressed his lips into her palm, sending jolts of electricity up her arm. And when he looked back up at her, she wished more fervently than ever that he wasn't so ill.

"Thank you, Molly," he murmured, his thumb softly grazing her pulse point. "When I'm rid of this blasted cold, I'd like to show you just how grateful I am." His lips ticked up in an impish smirk. "And I promise never to call you Mum again."

Well. How the hell was she supposed to respond to that?

"Just go to sleep, Sherlock," she hedged, and moved to take her hand back, only to have his grip on her tighten. "Sherlock?"

"Stay," he insisted. "Please."

Molly hesitated, partly because she knew the chances of her getting "this blasted cold" were already fairly high, and would be even higher if she stayed. But mostly, she was afraid this show of affection from him was only because he was delirious with fever and exhaustion, and that he'd scorn her once his mind was clearer. It didn't matter, though; clearly, he was determined not to let her leave.

Taking a deep breath, Molly seated herself on the edge of his bed. "I'll stay until you've fallen asleep, but I can't stay all night. I've got a cat at home, and no pyjamas with me. Besides, I don't fancy being ill myself."

He sighed in defeat. "Fine. But you'll be back in the morning?"

"Well, someone has to take care of you," she teased. "Clearly you can't be left to your own devices."

"Hilarious."

"And true," she pointed out. "Where would you be if I hadn't turned up?"

His eyes, half-lidded and drowsy, landed on hers as he whispered, "I'd be lost without you, Molly Hooper."

Oh.

He was serious... completely serious. Hope, the likes of which she had never felt before, swelled within her chest as she watched him finally surrender to sleep. Did he really mean... was it possible that he...? Well... there was only one way to find out. She would ask him in the morning.

That hope lingered as Molly tiptoed out of the room and gathered her things. She was half tempted to stay the night after all, up in John's old room, but decided against it. If she stayed, she would spend the whole night listening for him, waiting anxiously for the conversation they needed to have. No, she needed to leave, for her own sanity as much as her literal health.

She looked in on Sherlock one last time, though, unable to resist lightly running her hand through those curls once more. Sherlock sighed contentedly, but didn't wake.

"Until tomorrow," she whispered, then made her way back home.

~*~

Uh, this was supposed to be silly and fluffy, but it turned into a whole thing... and there's gonna be a part two. I'll post this on Ao3 in the morning (well, the later morning, it's 1:00 AM now), then part two will be up as soon as it's finished.

Yep. I'm a goddamn liar. I can't stop writing to save my life. 😄 Get well soon, MJ!!

[iheardyou]

Fic Rec

The Dead Detective by @discordantwords

I don't know if this copy/paste from AO3 will work or not (sorry if not, I don't know how to do it otherwise)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14400681

Chapters: 9/9

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Sarah Sawyer, Jim Moriarty, Mary Morstan, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Lady Smallwood (Sherlock), Mycroft Holmes, Vivian Norbury, Sally Donovan, Molly Hooper

Additional Tags: Spies & Secret Agents, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Post-Reichenbach, BAMF John Watson, Jumpin Jack Flash Fusion, Fandom Trumps Hate, Don't copy to another site

Summary: John Watson has spent the last three years of his life simply going through the motions. A chance encounter with a man claiming to be a stranded spy changes everything.

Edit: yes right, the copy/paste didn't work

[gomielka]

My WIP is still a WIP but it’s coming along !

I posted a new chapter of my WIP and if you would like to read it and comment it or leave kudos I would be thrilled !

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson (Sherlock), Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Jim Moriarty, Mike Stamford, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Sebastian Moran

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Rock Stars, Young Sherlock Holmes, Young John Watson, BAMF John Watson, Protective Sherlock Holmes, Work In Progress

Language: English

[ao3feed-jimlock]

Symphony of the Serpent; Verisimilitude

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mgVcMTC by Vivirki In gloomy victorian London Jim Moriarty has grown bored of his life when he sees a man he thought he would never see again. All he can think to ask is...do you like to dance? Words: 2254, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty, Sebastian Moran & Jim Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Victorian, BAMF Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, Dubious Science, Jim Moriarty is a Little Shit, Protective John Watson, Protective Sebastian Moran, Secret Relationship, Secret Identity, Victorian Attitudes, Murder, First Meetings read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mgVcMTC

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

The Mexican Mistake

The Mexican Mistake https://ift.tt/yqBeb5j by Hell_She_Hulk Sam no supo qué responder, no había muchos indicios a la vista que pudiesen delatar su ubicación. Tal vez si buscaba en internet, usando Google Maps... En un segundo, después de teclear en su celular que milagrosamente siempre tenía WiFi, supo en dónde se encontraban, qué hora era, y el segundo "oh mierda" de la noche se hizo presente en esa noche que estaba dejando su silencio sepulcral, despedazado por el chillido de los zanates en las copas de los árboles: "5:45AM, Estado de México, México". O, una chica mexicana hace correcciones a sus shows favoritos de forma brusca. En realidad, le grita a todo el mundo (mientras llora) acerca de qué errores tienen. Words: 5158, Chapters: 2/32, Language: Español Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Supernatural (TV 2005), The Walking Dead (TV), Multi-Fandom, Superlock-Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Sally Donovan, Phillip Anderson, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Michonne (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Judith Grimes, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Rick Grimes/Michonne, Sherlock Holmes/Original Character(s) Additional Tags: longfic, Crossover, Magic, Crime Scenes, Witchcraft, Fake Witchcraft, Demons, Terror, Mystery, Hellhounds, Nightmares, cementery, Drugs, Alcohol, Swearing, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - The French Mistake (Supernatural) Fusion, Inspired by Episode: s06e15 The French Mistake (Supernatural), Zombies, Playlist, Mexican slang, Mexican culture, Mexican Character, attempts of humor, a bit of Mary Sue, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Internalized Homophobia, References to Drugs, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Sherlock/Original Character - Freeform, something that tastes like Mystrade, Ace!Sherlock Holmes, bi characters, Established Relationship, Love Confessions, Love Triangles, Jealousy, Unrequited Love, John Watson is Good at Mysteries, Dean Winchester is Loved, BAMF Mrs. Hudson, Awesome Mrs. Hudson, Rick Grimes is Fucking Great, Castiel Appreciation Post, no beta we die like men, I wrote this mostly for me but you can read it too via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/ceqTIM0 May 04, 2023 at 11:14PM

[hooper-holmes]

can,.,.,can i have a Molly who's just DONE with everyone's bullshit 🥺👉👈

× 🌸🔪❤️✨💀 ×

[lexilucacia]

Summary:

Sherlock doesn't have wings, he's never had them. John was discharged from active duty due to an unfortunate accident involving said wings. They don't talk about until they do. Until it's almost too late.

The story of two strangers running down the streets of London. The story of how two men became friends through the shot of a gun. The stories of two friends going through life together, no two days ever the same, but their friendship holding through.

The story of a secret plan and two friends drifting apart, a maniacal man trying to kill the one thing he held dear. The story of one man letting go, before climbing up and telling the story of another flying high.

Notes:

This is a fix it, so Sherlock's plan at Reichenbach fails. Graphic depictions of suicide and suicidal ideation from both John and Sherlock, please do not read if this may be triggering. Quick summary in the end notes if you think it may upset you.

This was supposed to be 1-2k words and it turned into this... Haha

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Sherlock (TV)

Relationship:

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Additional Tags:

Suicide Attempt

Graphic Depiction of Suicide Attempt

Boys In Love

Wingfic

Wings

Alternate Universe

Fix-It

Mycroft Being a Good Brother

Sherlock Being Sherlock

Developing Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

First Kiss

Wing Grooming

Reichenbach Feels

Post-Reichenbach

Episode: s02e03 The Reichenbach Fall

Pre and Post Reichenbach

Pre-Reichenbach

Arguing

Idiots in Love

Oblivious Sherlock Holmes

Oblivious John Watson

BAMF Mrs. Hudson

Molly Hooper Appreciation

War

Late Night Conversations

Sherlock's Violin

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson Being Idiots

they work out their shit

communication is keyyyyyy

this is a fix it because i cant dealllll

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Angst with a Happy Ending

[mizjoely]

Pondering: Would Molly’s breakup disco song for JIm be “Enough Is Enough” by Donna Summer & Barbara Streisand, or would it be “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor?

Looking at you for an answer @marcceh! :D

[ellis-hendricks]

...in which Sherlock ponders in what possible context Tom could be considered ‘best’ anything, and Molly makes a quite brilliant deduction.

Oh, and Sherlock has an uncomfortable recollection about Molly and a banana....

[musicprincess1990]

Just woke up from a dream in which I was on a date. Handsome guy, British, and very much into Sherlock. Conversation's going great, until we start talking favorite characters...

Him: I'm guessing your favorite character is Sherlock, right?

Me: Good guess, but no.

Him: John, then?

Me: Nope.

Him: No, wait, I know. Mrs. Hudson?

Me: Another good guess, but no dice.

Him: Okay, then who is it?

Me: (proudly) Molly Hooper.

Him: Molly? Why? She doesn't do anything.

Me: (stands) Check, please?

[onceinabluemoon13]

Remember when Molly refused to play along with Sherlock’s “game” until he said “I love you” first?

[ao3feed-jimlock]

I need to love you every day and every night (and I love you with everything I have)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s9iSxoh by ksdruxmd Sherlock and Jim. Jum and Sherlock. Two names, as if created to be written next to each other. Two hearts, beating for each other, as if the world won't ever end. One marriage, one love and two consultants with a long love story behind themselves. And everyone else around them, feeling like third wheels :D (aka my married Sheriarty fanfic that has been around the tag for some time, now finally in English too) Words: 16918, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Series: Part 9 of Sheriarty my love Fandoms: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Jim Moriarty, John Watson, Sebastian Moran, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson (Sherlock) Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes & Jim Moriarty Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Married Couple, Established Relationship, Some Plot, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty Fluff, Long-Term Relationship(s), Consulting Husbands (Sherlock), Enemies and Lovers, POV Sherlock Holmes, long chapters, Smut(maybe?), Teasing, Attempt at Humor, general adorableness, Sheriarty my way, Translation, AU where Sherlock and Jim met while they were 13, Character Study, BAMF Irene Adler, Third wheel John Watson, mystrade, Parental Mrs. Hudson, mentioned parents - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s9iSxoh

[musicprincess1990]

I'm 100% on board for this!

Fall 2022 Round Of Molly Hooper Appreciation Week

So I know I’ve dropped the ball on this, but if there’s still interest, would anyone mind if this round was done the last week of October/first week of November? I have other fandom commitments and some RL issues right now, but I can come up with themes and advertise a bit by then.

[manirvs]

Eurus x Molly relationship

For Sherlock she was a shy and lonely woman in sensible clothes:

For John she was confident and authentic.

So in my HC Eurus dressed bespoke clothes and went assertively bamfully just to to know Molly. Curly haired, straight back, sharp tong and there goes the third Holmes sibling, to see of what was made that doctor. But Molly saw right trough all of the desguise. Trough all the Holmes bullshit. Molly said that if she needed to someone to talk that she will always be there, that she doesn’t have to be alone. Eurus couldn’t believe that someone finally reached her and just like that dismissed the pathologist. So with that she cold understand what John tried to picture her about Sherlock and that plain girl always in his heels. Well from what she saw in Molly today, the holes was shipped in John’s vision.

Back to Sheringford, Eurus decided two things: 1. Molly had to be in the game; 2. Molly wouldn’t die even if her brother screw it all. Not her only possible friend in the world.

[hooper-holmes]

OMIGOD youtube recommendation did me good today🤧💘

I FOUND THE PERFECT SONG FOR MOLLY OR DARK!MOLLY

i can literally picture her jamming to this while doing an autopsy

🌹✨🌺💀🌺✨🌹

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: June 24/22

Hey All! 

It’s a holiday Friday for me today, so I’m just happy to be able to enjoy a day doing dick all, and possibly reading some new fics :) Hope you enjoy today’s selection of fics to get you through the weekend :)

Enjoy!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

(Ex) Love Letters Series by Biana_Amberly_Vacker (T, 4,197 w. across 3 works || Angst, Poetry, Getting Back Together, Love Letters) – John and Sherlock used to love each other. Even after everything, maybe they still do.

RECENT MFLs

The Romance Was There by apliddell (G, 4,011 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Post Mary, Christmas, Domestics, Villain Mary, Platonic Bedsharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Love Letters) – In which Sherlock reveals his merits as a housekeeper, and a few other things, too.

The Fix by peg22 (E, 24,730 w., 8 Ch. || Pre-TGG, Background Pre-Mystrade, Humour, Angst, Drug Addiction, First Time, Hurt/Comfort, Case Fic, Bathroom Sex, Bathing/Washing, Panic Attacks, BAMF Lestrade) – Sherlock goes out to buy milk and disappears. Lestrade fears it's the past coming back to haunt them - Sherlock buried in a bolthole getting high. Mycroft tends to agree. But John believes that Sherlock would never disappear without telling him.

From Here to There and Back Again by thegildedbee (M, 36,045 w., 28 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting AU ||  First Kiss, Fluff, 221B Baker Street) – An alternative first meeting for John Watson and Sherlock Holmes -- with conditions that are close to how it goes according to canon, but, well, not exactly. There is still Mike Stamford and Bart's and Mrs. Hudson and 221B, but Sherlock and John first meet when John is already in residence at Baker Street (at the bottom of the stairs, rather than at the top), courtesy of Mike and Mrs. H putting their heads together about how to coax two skittish recluses to venture forth and spark joy. Assistance lent by Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, Angelo, and Pendragon the Cat. Things may not always go quite smoothly, but over the course of a month, it's just a matter of degrees of fluff until John and Sherlock end up where they should be.

6 Simple Rules For Dating John Watson by prettysailorsoldier (M, 81,958 w., 22 Ch. || Teenager / University AU || Cheating, Christmas, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Roommates) – John Watson's love life may have had its ups and downs, but at least it had some structure. That is, until Sherlock Holmes showed up on his doorstep.