A/N: So technically I upload 3 stories in one evening - but none are the same fandom so go figure out that one!
This is some ludicrous idea that I had, and sadly the story snippets are actually products of my own brain. Though thankfully never used in a serious story context!
Enjoy!
'His member was cold, it numbed her fingers, she was oddly reminded of when she had been peeling carrots earlier in the week – it had felt similar.' Sherlock was horrified at the words he was reading as he waited for Molly to bring his tea.
He'd plonked himself on the sofa as she had strode into the kitchen offering tea while he unwound his scarf.
It was far enough into their friendship that Molly was used to his peculiarities. That's a lie, she's been used to his weird ways for too long but these were intimate peculiarities; he'd walk into her flat and kip on her sofa because she lived closer to Barts, he'd watch TV with her in the evenings after she'd got home from work and showered. He'd allow Toby prime space on his lap. He'd even made dinner once, well he'd attempted to but the pair had decided to never let him do it again.
So that's why Molly hadn't said a word but was stood by the kettle, humming as it boiled, blissfully unaware that Sherlock was reading from her laptop screen.
What was this nonsense?! "Fanfiction?" He whispered under his breath and quickly took control of the device, Wikipedia-ing the definition.
'Fan fiction or fanfiction (also abbreviated to fan fic, fanfic or fic) is fiction about characters or settings from an original work of fiction, created by fans of that work rather than by its creator. It is a popular form of fan labour, particularly since the advent of the internet.'
Huh. Okay. So what nonsense was she reading now?! Molly Hooper was a Doctor for heavens sake, an educated woman who was reading a story about a penis being compared to a carrot. Further inspection confirmed it was a vampire penis being compared to a carrot.
"Sherlock what are you doing on my laptop?" She asked drily, putting the mug down next to him.
"What is this tripe Hooper?" He looked aghast and turned the screen to face her when she sat next to him.
"Oh, a link Meena sent me." She said absent-mindedly.
"She bit back a moan that would have made a pornstar blush." Sherlock read aloud, and turned to stare, flabbergasted when Molly snickered. "Molly this is ridiculous, porn stars moan for a living!" He declared, handing the laptop back to her. "This is awful, I expect a woman like you to read something better than this!" He was almost imploring her now to prove him wrong.
"There are some good stories on this site Sherlock. Some people are incredibly talented, and if you go to the sister site there are stories about you." She grinned, taking the laptop back from him.
"You.. you read this?!" He was deducing her again and Molly couldn't help but smirk.
"Yes, I do. But Meena and I send one another the worst written fictions we find on the site." Molly shrugs, blowing over the surface of her tea to cool it down before taking a sip. She hears the cogs turning in Sherlock's head before grinning up at him. "Oh I know what you need to read." She beams, handing him the cup and clicking her way across the site, typing furiously. "You know Harry Potter right?" Sherlock nods, Molly had forced him to endure all 8 films and he had secretly read all 7 books, though no-one had to know. (He told John that the books were part of a cipher). "Well, prepare yourself for My Immortal." She hands him back the laptop, taking back her tea with a grin.
"Hooper what is this crap!?" He hollers as he reads the opening line.
"Enjoy."