I am Otterlocked.

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The Color of Blood

Sebastian Moran had never expected to fall in love with Molly Hooper. It had started out as a ploy to get close to her, to find out where Sherlock had disappeared to after the Fall. They had tried their best to keep their affair secret, only seeing each other when Jim was out of town, out of the country, half-way across the world. But as always, Jim found out what Sebastian was doing, one way or another.

“I don’t want you playing with her anymore, Sebastian,” he said. Seb had just gotten out of the shower. He still had his towel wrapped around his waist as he buttoned a clean shirt to his frame. 

“I want Molly Hooper dead. Do you understand me?” Jim’s voice was cold and calculating, laced with venom. Sebastian stopped, looked over his shoulder at his superior. There was no mistaking the ice in his eyes. He was serious. 

“I know what happened. Between you two. You think I didn’t notice? The way you look whenever I talk about her.”

Sebastian said nothing, and turned to look down at his bed. His gun was set neatly in front of him, with the clip of ammunition right beside it. 

“Kill her. Tonight. Or I will.”

“Yes, sir.”

(Source: tomhiddlestonsbeard, via benebutt)