Molly held her champagne glass aloft, her back fitted neatly against Irene’s body. It was, for a moment, as if her consciousness had expanded like Irene’s, or Sherlock’s: she was acutely aware of Irene’s breath on her neck, her arm around Molly’s waist, of the smell of strawberries and oranges wafting from their hotel room, of the glimmer of starlight over the balcony, of the soothing sound of a violin playing.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne!
In the second episode of Molly Hooper Investigates, Molly and Sally put their heads together to solve a riddle left by Sally’s former chess tutor and formative friend, Eileen, a gifted player who had to be home-schooled because of heart problems and who regarded Sally as her little chess protege until Sally decided to go become a crimefighter instead. While Sally is convinced there is no foul play involved, the appearance of chess pieces from their childhood games at Eileen’s living room where they used to play together convinced Sally that her friend had a few things left unsaid and one final game to play together.
In which there is a treasure hunt across London, lots of legwork and a (sappy) tribute to friendship.
The Weight of Secrets Shared (5465 words) by BowlOfGlow
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Irene Adler & Mary Morstan, Irene Adler/Mary Morstan
Additional Tags: Female Friendship, Ambiguous Relationships, Morally Ambiguous Character
Mary comes home to find a woman she’s never met sitting on her sofa. It seems like no one really stays dead, these days.
“Who are you?” Mary asks, her voice like ice.
The woman cocks an eyebrow at her, not looking particularly impressed. “Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she says. “I haven’t touched your husband, you really don’t have to worry. He doesn’t like me much, I’m afraid.”
“Who are you?” Mary repeats, dropping every word like a stone. The woman must pick up on her deadly tone because she doesn’t ignore the question this time.
“Irene Adler,” she says. “A pleasure.”
hmm idk they were one of my first femslash ships
super quick and s u p e r dirty sketch of molly and sally, detective girlfriends, bc for real, why are there not more fics/art with molly and sally as detective girlfriends
sorry it’s so shitty it literally took me 30 minutes bc I am going out of town like….. now
Word count: 1900
Notes: written for come_at_once, for unsettledink’s prompt “after dark”. Also works for femslash february: 14. A pairing you have an extensive headcanon for
lokiafterdark requested Sally and Molly Grocery Shopping
Cherries are in season, and since they’re Mrs. Hudson’s favorite Molly gets three pints. She balances them on top of the other fruit in her bag and heads to the next stall.
“I didn’t even know you knew Mrs. Hudson,” Molly says to Sally as they look at plums. Sally picks one up and sniffs it.
“She bailed him out a few times, before she was his landlady. She sends me Christmas cards.”
Sally won’t say his name but Molly knows. Sally remains stoically unapologetic, at least on the surface, and Molly wishes she could tell her that Sherlock is alive. That he doesn’t blame her. That both Sherlock and Jim counted on her instincts. She changes the subject instead.
“Well, a seventy-fifth birthday is a big deal so we’d better hurry if we’re going to get this baking finished.”
“She reminds me of my Nan,” Sally says. She pays for the plums and they leave the market.
“Really? My Gran was much more…reserved. The kind of woman who’d have looked down on Mrs. Hudson for wearing miniskirts.”
Sally hails a cab and turns to Molly when they get in. “I know you loved him. Why don’t you hate me?”
Molly blushes and looks down. “We all do what we have to do, right?” She turns to the driver. “221 Baker.”