![“ Molly [ mol-ee ] n.
a female cat; also known as a queen ”
♔ Semi-selective independent Molly Hooper
from the BBC’s ‘Sherlock’
♔ Mainverse is set post season 3;
compatible to do previous timelines
♔ 6+ years of role-playing experience
♔ Multiverse...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/94cf588b66637c833e7976db3b52be25/tumblr_n9io9iCrOZ1tvkkq3o1_500.png)
Molly [ mol-ee ] n.
a female cat; also known as a queen
♔ Semi-selective independent Molly Hooper
from the BBC’s ‘Sherlock’
♔ Mainverse is set post season 3;
compatible to do previous timelines
♔ 6+ years of role-playing experience
♔ Multiverse & Multiship
♔ Writing style varies from scrip to novella;
uses gifs & icons
♔ NSFW tagged accordingly
{ Saint Barts } { Inquire } { You always Counted } { Pathology Reports }
Moving around the lab, Molly was humming quietly under her breath as she did so. Often she had some quiet music on in the morgue as she worked to bring a little life into the cold room, but she’d needed the power outlet for the radio she used for something else that day so she had to make do on her own. Normally she did sing along to the music, yet she was not often caught because of the other music playing.
Today would be different though as there was no other sound to mask her voice quietly singing. She was not vastly talented by any stretch of the imagination in her mind, but she could hold a note or two when it was needed.
“Come with me and you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination…”
The song was one from Molly’s childhood, a song her father had sung to her on nights she could not sleep. He may be long gone now, but that certainly did not mean that she had forgotten the lyrics at all.
As she continued to sing, she did not hear nor see the person come into the morgue, continuing on with her soft singing as if she were still alone.
“Take a look and you’ll see
Into your imagination”
![“ Molly [ mol-ee ] n.
a female cat; also known as a queen
”
♔ Semi-selective independent Molly Hooper
from the BBC’s ‘Sherlock’
♔ Mainverse is set post season 3;
compatible to do previous timelines
♔ 6+ years of role-playing experience
♔ Multiverse &...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/08ef245bdb0f7647d62b159a6d895cd2/tumblr_n7xejnxO871tvkkq3o1_500.png)
Molly [ mol-ee ] n.
a female cat; also known as a queen
♔ Semi-selective independent Molly Hooper
from the BBC’s ‘Sherlock’
♔ Mainverse is set post season 3;
compatible to do previous timelines
♔ 6+ years of role-playing experience
♔ Multiverse & Multiship
♔ Writing style varies from scrip to novella;
uses gifs & icons
♔ NSFW tagged accordingly but no smut
{ Saint Barts } { Inquire } { You always Counted } { Pathology Reports }
Working the graveyard shift at Barts was rarely exciting and this one seemed even more boring than normal. Molly had done all of the paperwork she could do and she was running out of thing to clean and tidy. Moving to sit down at her desk, she rubbed her eyes as she attempted to wipe away the vestiges of sleep that had been trying to take over her for the past hour or so.
She rested her head on her hands which were rested lightly on her desk. It would hurt to rest her eyes for a minute. It would only be for a minute… That’s all… Just a minute.
Molly was soon dozing at her desk, none the wiser as to who had just entered the morgue.
“I’m sorry, what was that?… You wanted what?”

Looking up when she felt someone’s eyes boring into her, Molly’s eyebrows rose up in surprise at who was looking at her. “Is there something that you wanted?”

I’m looking for someone that would be up for a para heavy thread to do with Molly. Gifs are all fun and good, but I’m looking for something with a bit more substance where something can develop over time.
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Don’t cry.
Don’t cry.
Those were the only thought going through Molly’s mind just then as she made her way slowly across the cemetery. It was the anniversary of her father’s death once more and she had come to where he was buried. She was not entirely sure if her habit was good or not as she always felt worse after visiting, but she was sure that she’d feel even worse if she did not go at all.
She did not carry flowers with her as she went, yet instead she carried a book in her hands. It was corny she knew, but every time she came here she always brought along a book to read to him. That was how they had spent most of their last days together and it seemed right to carry on the tradition even now.
She arrived at the headstone a few minutes later, looking down at her father’s name engraved into it. It was nothing fancy as they’d not been able to afford any better, but it did what it was supposed to do. She moved to sit down on the grass, leaning slightly against the headstone as she made to open her book and began to read to him not seeing the person watching her across the way.

Molly was effectively waddling down the corridors of Barts, the baby bump coming out of her front, inhibiting her ability to walk properly anymore. She was well over the halfway point of her pregnancy, but she still determinately came into work every day to do what was needed. She knew she would be bored at home if she did not work and there was the case of needing enough money to get by on during the time that she would not be working. She didn’t mind not working at all for the baby, but she didn’t want to leave her husband as the only person bringing money in if she could handle it.
Her lab coat hung off of her around her chest and arms, yet was tight around her belly which popped out so prominently from her small body. Pulling up the sleeves of her coat, she tucked them up well so they would not fall down as she worked. She pulled on a pair of gloves, moved up to the slab to begin her examination of the body in front of her, not noticing the person sitting behind her in the far corner of the room.
I want to do a kind of AU where Molly has been working for Mycroft all along and has been getting paid by him to talk about Sherlock. Are there any Sherlocks or Mycrofts out there that would like to give it a try? Message me if you’d like it give it a try