Sherlock actually finds Molly’s jokes to be quite humorous. He only tells her she shouldn’t make jokes around others because he knows about her struggle with feeling awkward around others, and he doesn’t want her to feel bad about her clever sense of humor.
Am I the only one that finds this to be not sweet at all?
lol…No, you’re not the only one. It’s not a sweet headcanon at all. Hell, it’s my headcanon, and I find it rather depressing, but eh, that’s headcanons for you. Not all fluffy, especially when spewing from my brain.
Yeah… I attempted XD Khanolly is really cute, and of course, Sherlolly is perfection, so hopefully I’m adding a nice bit to both ships.
"Sherlock, please. I don’t want to go in there. I don’t want to be asleep, no matter how long. I just -"
Molly’s words were cut off as Sherlock pressed his lips to hers in a fierce, loving, protective kiss. He pulled her close, his hands gripping her hips with a bruising force.
It hurt. He was holding her too tightly. She’d have his hand prints in dark purple and blue on her skin when he let go. She didn’t mind. He didn’t do it on purpose. He just didn’t know his own strength since the experiments.
They were the catalyst that brought them to this. The experiments made him faster, stronger, smarter, simply better than ever before. Damn man. If only he had just said no when Mycroft presented the idea to him.
this is brilliant!!!!