morbidmegz asked: lol hint taken: Sherlolly prompt: Sherlock overhears Molly talking to a friend about the aspects of 'her' dream guy. He realizes he doesn't fit any of her specifications, and tries to change himself to show her he can be what she wants in a man. (Fluffy!lock ends up being a misunderstanding, considering she loves him just as he is!)
Impossibly tall. Strawberry blond hair. Freckles. Long fingers. Nervous disposition.
Everything he was not.
Sherlock stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to wrap his head around the description he’d heard Molly give her friend of what her ‘dream guy’ would be like. He put his hand to his face and huffed. He certainly it the ‘dark and mysterious’ archetype, rather than the ‘boy next door’. But certainly Molly liked that? He thought back to what Tom had been like. Polite, fair haired, tall, long… fingers… Sherlock slammed his fist against the glass, cracking it slightly. Then, with determination, he stuck his head out of the bathroom door.
"Mrs Hudson? I need you to run an errand!"
"I’m not your lackey, dear!" she called back but approached anyway. "What is it?"
"I need hair dye. Strawberry blond, if possible."
- * -
Molly looked over the toxicology report, going through it with a red pen. She had to send it up to Lestrade by midday and she needed to get it out the way now.
"Anything I can help with, Miss Hooper?"
Molly yelped as she spun round to look at the source of the voice before stopping in her tracks. The man before her looked like Sherlock. But there was something different…
"Sherlock, y-you’ve dyed your hair? And - oh god, have you drawn on freckles?!” The consulting detective huffed, running a hand through his mop of newly dyed hair.
"It’s for a case," he snapped before his posture softened. "Do you like it?" Molly blinked and the corner of her mouth downturned. She’d hoped it would escape his notice. It didn’t. "You don’t like it!"
"I-it’s only temporary, isn’t it?"
"Well, that depends on if the results are as anticipated," he mumbled and damn, was he embarrassed?!
"Sherlock, what’s this really about?" He smiled humourlessly and folded his arms.
"Nothing escapes your notice, does it Miss Hooper?" He sighed and reached forward to put his hand on her arm. "In all truth, I did it for you."
Molly’s eyes widened and her heart reached jumbo-jet levels of noise.
"Me? Why?" Sherlock breathed a laugh and shrugged.
"Isn’t it obvious?" Molly blinked and looked at him for such a long while that the consulting detective straightened and coughed. "Yes, well I’ll, ur… be on my w-" He was interrupted by Molly springing upwards to kiss him passionately. A minute passed and he pulled away, his eyes questioning. Molly shook her head and laughed.
"I didn’t ever want you to change, Sherlock. I like you just how you are."
"B-but you said to your friend, you said your dream man would look like this." Molly blinked before guffawing.
"Sherlock, that was her type of guy! I figured it was somewhat obvious what my type is!” Sherlock rolled his eyes and held her close again.
"Thank god. I miss my raven curls," he scoffed and Molly smiled, closing her eyes.
"So do I, Sherlock. So do I."
I’ve missed writing about these two goobers! I’m quite happy for series 3 because it’s opened up so many possibilities to Sherlock’s character; his acting tender towards Molly isn’t OOC any more and it certainly makes writing their dynamic easier. Hope you like it! Xox
Things I want to see in the coming future:
Benedict in a kilt. (Don’t know how, but I really need this to happen.)