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forevers-world · 7 months

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A Mycroft Holmes appreciation post.

What a beautiful specimen of the human race. 👏👏👏

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defiant-art · 1 month

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mycroft holmes…….

3/29/24

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himegureisu · 2 months

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1 | the Woman

Summary: Mrs. Mycroft Holmes. Yes. You. Most people didn't know you existed. In these years, that's about to change.

A/N: This is the new version. This can be read as a gender-neutral person. However, the pairing remains Mycroft Holmes/Female Reader throughout the story. Season 1 scenes are entirely domestic Mycroft Holmes x Reader. This scene begins at home after Season 1 Episode 1: A Study in Pink. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: There are innuendos at the end of every chapter.

Gaining weight again?

Losing it, in fact.

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His stomach was pudgy. It has always been that way since he was a child. Any and every attempt at losing it was an arduous road he refused to take any longer other than the occasional jog on a treadmill at your insistence.

Could he lose it? Yes, however, the effort required to do so was significant in that he would rather accomplish several tasks of import than appease the opinion of others and his vanity.

“Mycroft?”

Your soft inquiring voice breaks through his thoughts. His attention redirected, from the mirror to the sight of you by the threshold from the hall.

“What are you doing in front of the mirror?” you ask, walking over, to stand by his side.

“Sherlock has mocked my weight again,” he sighed, patting the fat on his stomach. “I should be used to it by now, however…”

It was a sore spot from time immemorial. One his brother didn’t hesitate to pick on almost every time they saw each other.

“Are you not bothered by my weight?” he asks, you shake your head: a no, as he faces you, “Truly?”

“Mycroft Holmes, I didn’t care about your weight before we married. I certainly do not care for it much now,” you say as you cup your hands on his cheeks in all seriousness, “I’d rather you eat and overindulge in meals than skip them. It means you’re taking care of yourself. Your job is already stressful and Sherlock being reckless is the literal cherry on top. If partaking in an extra slice of cake can soothe your frayed nerves, then be my guest. However, do save a piece for me, and then we’ll find a way to lose the calories together.“

Your hands trail from his face to his body, noting every curve and contour to memory. He may not be society’s ideal man but you love every part of him. Even those parts that he hates.

“You are incomparable, my dear.” his voice wavered, as he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours. “Thank you,”

“I love you just the way you are, Mycroft,” you whispered, brushing a quick gentle kiss on his lips, “Don’t you ever doubt that,”

To Mycroft, your words were the only ones that truly mattered. Your acceptance and love are a balm to his insecurities and fears. He never thought that he’d ever experience such unconditional love from anyone except his parents. However, it seems that the world has granted him the privilege of being loved by you.

“Would you like to join me in our bedroom, my dear?” he suggested. His eyes twinkled mischievously in the evening light. “I thought of a way to lose those calories,”

“Oh, do tell then,”

“I’d rather show,”

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multific · 16 days

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Destiny

Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Summary: What happens when you fall in love with the IceMan himself? It can never end well, right?

Destiny.

A simple word yet it held so much power.

What does it mean to be destined for something or even, someone?

When you first heard about this word, your grandmother told you how she and your grandfather met.

A true love story.

A story so beautiful it was always in the back of your head as you grew older and older.

You hoped you would have a similar experience in your love life. Finding, the person and falling in love, it all sounded amazing.

You knew you wouldn't be able to force such a thing, you were aware of that. And yet, you were impatient.

So impatient that in fact, you fall into many traps.

In many ways, you thrived in your life.

Expect your love life.

Your desire for a love like no other made you fall in love with men who were undeserving.

Until you met Mycroft Holmes.

To say that he was the entire British Government would be an understatement.

You applied for a simple job, to be his assistant.

You spent so much time with him, that you thought you were going insane.

You blamed Stockholm syndrome for your feelings.

The moment you realized your feelings were real was during a very difficult week.

Almost every criminal in London had an agenda to mess with him. This caused you to do so much overtime, that you didn't even leave the office.

It was during the fourth day when Mycroft showed up with a bouquet.

"I thought you would be home," he said, clearly he wasn't prepared to have you right there, at your desk. "Usually you arrive at 6:46 because you stop by at the nearby bakery for breakfast and coffee."

So, he did pay attention to you. After he spent all that time to make sure you are aware that he simply doesn't care for people like you.

"I stayed to finish the file on this. I-"

"Did you eat?"

"No, Sir." he made a face at that and took his phone out of his pocket.

"Delivery will be here in 10 minutes. Eat, drink your coffee and then come speak with me. I'll be in my office."

He ordered exactly just what you wanted with the most perfect coffee you ever had.

He paid attention to you.

And you realized your feelings for him were real.

You knew hiding it from him would be impossible. Mycroft was incredibly smart. He would notice.

But little did you know, he felt the same.

He thought you would notice his feelings and confront him about it.

He wasn't ready for a rejection.

Yet, your rejection never came.

Not when he asked you out to dinner. Not when he brought you another bouquet.

Not when he kissed you.

Instead, he let you guide him.

Love wasn't new to him. He loved his siblings, and his parents but this kind of love is very different.

He didn't have experience with this kind of love, and it scared him a little.

But he also didn't reject it.

He embraced it.

And soon, a beautiful diamond ring found its rightful place on your finger.

It might have not been the way you wanted your one and true love.

But it was your destiny.

And you were okay with it.

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sakshisahu · 4 months

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Recent pictures of Mark Gatiss aka our Mycroft Holmes.

Source: National Theatre on FB

Have you seen this?

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strongacetheticvibes · 1 year

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incorrect sherlock quotes

Mycroft: I haven't seen John and Sherlock for fifteen minutes now. Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with John and Sherlock running after it in a panic. Mycroft doesn't look outside at all. Mycroft: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

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reina-writes · 1 year

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Being Holmes’ mastermind criminal sister would include

Requested by anon.

Being Mycroft and Sherlock's sister, however being a master-mind criminal, and a very wild person (wild like joker type of crazy) thank you! I love your writing, always makes me look forward to new writing material! ❤

The brothers knew that there was something off about you since you were young.

You have fun for scaring the shit out of Mycroft, which Sherlock would find amusing.

At first you created an alter ego so that you could challenge Sherlock. After all, you don't want to make things too easy for him.

But then again, your alter ego, Y/N, is much more than just a persona. It's something that you've been hiding deep inside for a long time, and now it's starting to come out. Your alter ego is a way for you to indulge your wild side and test your limits. You enjoy the thrill of the chase and the adrenaline rush that comes with danger and risk-taking.

Despite your criminal activities, you still make an effort to have proper dinner dates with your family and act like everything is going well.

Your relationship with the family is difficult and even though you may act like everything is well, there are times when you feel outsider and misunderstood. You just can’t resist the sweet lure of the underworld.

You still manage to scare Mycroft, despite his years of experience dealing with difficult situations. Sherlock still finds this amusing.

You have a career of your own choosing, which you use to cover your illicit business dealings in the underworld.

You have a deep love and admiration for your brothers, despite the fact that they may not always understand or approve of your criminal activities.

You have a dark sense of humor and a tendency to play mind games with people around you. You enjoy manipulating people, especially your brothers, and seeing how far you can push them before they break.

You also relish the challenge of trying to outwit Sherlock, who you see as one of the few people who can match you.

Sherlock would likely be concerned for the safety and well-being of those around him. He would try to intervene and stop your criminal activities, but would do so with a sense of curiosity and a desire to understand your motivations and thought processes.

His reaction would be a mix of curiosity, concern, and a desire to outsmart you.

He would see the situation and you as a puzzle to be solved.

Mycroft would feel a sense of responsibility for not having been able to intervene earlier in your life and prevent you from going down this path.

He may also feel a sense of guilt for not having been able to protect you from the darker elements of the world that you have now become involved with.

Mycroft would probably try to intervene and stop you even if that meant putting you in jail or otherwise taking drastic action.

Though he may or may not find your intelligence and resourcefulness impressive. Not that he’s going to admit it.

BONUS

Playing your own games with Moriarty. It would be entertaining, long-lasting relationship which would satisfy all needs for both of you.

While it is possible that the relationship could be entertaining and satisfying for both of you, it is important for you to carefully consider the risks and consequences before deciding to engage in this type of activity with Moriarty.

After all, Moriarty is a highly skilled and unpredictable criminal mastermind.

But hey, that’s what makes it so much fun.

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the-forgotten-lily · 6 months

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Y'all...

So a few months ago I decide to watch bbc Sherlock and being a devoted childhood fan of Sherlock since childhood I immediately become infatuated with the series.

Also.... Mycroft Holmes is a fucking all seeing genius and that mf knows it.

But....BUT

Hear me out y'all....

After seeing and completing the series I swear strange things have just been happening in my life which can only be described by the word "co-incidences".

Also, now wherever I am looking, my eyes are only somehow finding the infamous Sherlock Holmes novels and a picture of fucking MYCROFT HOLMES. I went to watch the new Mission Impossible movie for a change and who do y'all think I found in that one government scene? MYCROFT EFFING HOLMES! Again!!

I mean ...I admit that I might have cracked some jokes regarding Mycroft and his cake obsession but I swear I didn't mean any harm!

I swear people Mycroft is either haunting me or hunting me or BOTH 😭😭😭😭❤️💕

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chihoshisai · 1 year

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A Lonely Flower Amidst a Garden

Chapter 3

Pairing : Mycroft x Reader / Word count : 1349 / Genre : Fluff and light angst

A/n : i recommend listening to "moonlight sonata 1st movement" by Beethoven !

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Following the arrival of all the guests. You excused yourself from the presence of your family to enter the ballroom from a back door, so as to not run into Mycroft. “There is no such thing as fate.” You muttered to yourself. You should have seen it coming ; Mycroft frequenting the high end tea room from last time should have been enough for you to realise you may have been from the same side of society. He had quite the imposing aura surrounding him and you could tell it would be wise not to get on his bad side, yet you went and made a promise to tell him your name on your third encounter. Not that it would be much of a surprise now that he was attending your family’s party.

You quickly walked over to a corner of the room, where a grand piano was installed in front of ceiling to floor windows, keeping your gaze on the ground so as to avoid any eye contact. Thankfully, Mycroft was too caught up in a goldfish conversation to see you swiftly pass in between people. It was only until you started playing the instrument that his gaze, along with a couple others turned to you. You played beautifully, almost too well even. Having cast away your recent emotions upon seeing Mycroft, you focused on your task. As people got used to the ambiance your tune added, they all returned to their chatter paying you no mind. That’s right, you were only there to play - entertain the guests - as your family would say, to avoid any unnecessary conversation with any of them. Only Mycroft had a hard time keeping his eyes off you. As he continued his topics of discussion, he always made sure you were in his field of vision, furtively approaching himself in yours.

You raised your head to analyze the ballroom. A mistake you wish you hadn’t made. You made eye contact with Mycroft instantly, causing you to return your gaze to the piano’s keys. Your head stayed lowered the entire time, as you dreaded the end of your performance. An interaction with Mycroft was inevitable - he was waiting for you to finish - which you didn’t look forward to, because of who you were. Someone who was adopted at 10 years of age by the orphanage this family funded so they could keep up appearances in the public’s eyes. You were nothing for that family but a means to an end. Just like today, playing the piano was naught but showing others that you were still a part of it whilst being of use. If the days in the orphanage were dreadful, those in this household were worse. For your adoptive parents cared only for their biological eldest son and youngest daughter leaving you as the middle child uncared for.

You finished your performance, lifted yourself, still looking at the keys. Biting your lips you walked in the direction opposite of Mycroft's. Talking to him was out of the question. Not with your family present, surveying your every move like hawks would. You walked fast, almost running. You turned around to see Mycroft following you causing your eyes to grow with surprise. You walked even faster until you exited the ballroom to arrive into a well lit hallway free of people.

“Is this why you’ve kept your identity hidden all this time?” You heard coming from behind you.

“What do you want? Surely you know my name by now.” You stopped in your tracks, still looking down.

“I simply wanted to say that I enjoyed your performance very much. I’ve never seen someone play Beethoven's pieces this skillfully and beautifully.” You turned around to face him. People in your family’s circle usually didn’t comment on your performances just like how they didn’t bother talking to you. It had been a while since someone did both.

“Thank you.” You gave him something that finally looked like a proper smile.

“But I would still like to hear your name coming from you.” He gave you his usual smile. You were starting to find them genuine the more you looked at it.

As promised, you said your full name to him. “I apologize for my behavior until now, it’s just that I am used to a certain behavior from rich people even if it doesn’t excuse my actions.” Regret was written all over you.

“Given your background, it is only understandable that you would be on guard. Apology accepted.” Mycroft felt as though it was true - third time’s the charm - you were starting to loosen up.

“Just so you know I do not believe in fate.” This has caused him to chuckle.

“Why do you always laugh? Are you laughing at me?” You furrowed your eyebrows, not understanding of his intentions.

“Laughing at you? Most certainly not. I simply find your comments amusing is all.” He took a sip of the champagne glass he was holding. This had made you feel a rush of warmth on your face. Why was this man so kind?

“My brother plays the violin quite well. I’m sure he could accompany your piano very efficiently.” Mycroft internally cursed himself for bringing up Sherlock, afraid that you would take interest in his brother more than you would in him.

“Is that so? It would be nice if I could meet him someday then.” You weren’t exactly eager to meet new people but thinking about it being Mycroft’s brother, surely he wouldn’t be so bad.

“Shall we go back to the ballroom?” Mycroft inquired, showing his free arm towards you in order to escort you.

“I’m afraid I can’t. Or rather I'm not allowed to.” You bitterly bite your lips, averting your gaze from his. “You won’t see me for the rest of the evening. But I would like to make it right to you. I’ve got a performance coming up next month, we can see each other then. If you’d like I can give you tickets-”

You were interrupted by the sudden opening of the door that stood behind both of you. A tall handsome figure with jet black curly hair along with a cold glare walked through, leaving the door to shut on its own almost silently. His appearance sent a shiver down your spine - your adoptive brother - he was not pleased to see you in the company of a man no less.

“What are you still doing here?” He spoke to you in a condescending way, completely ignoring Mycroft.

“The young lady was simply giving me indications to find the bathroom.” Mycroft spoke for you, feeling the tension between both of you. Thankfully your brother knew better than to mess with the man he was facing. “Is that so? You’d have more luck by asking me than this pipsqueak over there. She’s only good for playing the piano, I'm afraid.” He snarled, giving you a look of contempt while you glared back.

“Well since you know this house quite well, why don’t you show him the way? Meanwhile I'll do my best not to get lost while returning to my room.” For the first time, resentment could be felt coming from your usual monotone voice. You internally cursed the man playing as your brother for interrupting your conversation with Mycroft.

“Well aren’t you considerate, sister.” Having said that last word with a subtle look of disgust only you could discern. You clutched your fists and gave Mycroft a sympathetic look, abandoning your usual resting face. “Goodnight Mr. Holmes, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Mycroft who had no control of the situation whatsoever found himself wishing you a good night while yearning for the next time you two would meet. He could try to sneak up in your room but then again, it seemed more likely to put you in trouble. He felt a twitch in his stomach at the thought but instantly regained his composure. It seemed to happen pretty often - the two of you leaving in opposite directions - this time under the watchful scowl of your adoptive brother.

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forevers-world · 7 months

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Imagine marrying Mycroft Holmes.

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himegureisu · 1 month

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4 | the Woman

Summary: There are times when cases need a woman's touch. This is where you finally introduce yourself to your brother-in-law. This is set at the end of S2 E1 A Scandal in Belgravia.

Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Female Reader

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“There are people we can get into this,” Mycroft said,

“I tested that theory for you. I let Sherlock Holmes try for six months,” she bragged, “Sherlock, dear, tell him what you uncovered through that x-ray of my phone,”

Irene Adler, professionally known as the Woman, a dominatrix of significant influence was obvious. Her only advantage was the fact she was playing against men.

Half a year, the Holmes men stumped at what to do. What a sight, however, it’s best to end their misery.

The Woman hands over her list of requests. However, that’s not going to happen, not on your watch.

“Oh, that’s a shame. Can’t I join in the fun?” you said.

Their eyes shifted as you entered the study in your battledress. Her exchange pauses as you stand behind Mycroft. Your brother-in-law quietly observes and thinks by the fireplace. His head towards the three of you.

“I did hope Sherlock would get this one,” you sighed, as you stretched your hand out to Irene, “May I?”

“Be my guest,” she offered.

“You’re rather transparent,” you twirl the mobile in your hands, “You don’t need a genius to unlock this. Just a woman that understands her kind,”

“Oh, do go on,” she stands, to sit on the edge of the table.

“There are times when women are affected by their interests. Others would say this is a disadvantage. Yours are the Holmes men, specifically, Sherlock. There was no other way to get to Sherlock without committing a crime except in your profession, you could pursue a different avenue,” Your eyes rest on Mycroft as they start to figure it out, “Two birds in one stone. Agitate the older brother, you get the younger. Women play a different kind of dirty and you played a game against men that was your advantage. God, did you pull their strings well but that ends tonight. The psychology of women, gentlemen, is that the most obvious is sometimes the most overlooked,”

“Craving the distraction of the game I sympathize entirely but sentiment?” Sherlock stands, walks over, and reaches out to you for the phone which you finally hand over, “Sentiment is a chemical element found on the losing side,”

Oh, Sherlock how wrong you are on that. Love and sentiment can be an advantage.

“When we first met, you told me that disguise is always a self-portrait,” Sherlock mused, facing the Woman, “How true of you. The combination to your safe, your measurements, but this is far more intimate. This is your heart, and you should never let it rule your head.”

“You just couldn’t resist, could you?” you interjected.

“Everything I said, it wasn’t real,” she whispered, silently pleading to Sherlock, “I was just playing the game,”

“This is just losing,”

I AM SHER LOCKED

“Thank you for the additional information,” he addressed you, “It was enlightening,”

“There you are, brother,” he passes the device to Mycroft, “I hope the contents may make up for any inconvenience I may have caused you tonight,”

“I’m certain they will,” Mycroft assured. His brother started to stare out the window, “If you’re feeling kind, lock her up otherwise let her go,”

Willaim Sherlock Scott Holmes was nearly outsmarted by a woman. What a brilliant turn of events.

It wasn’t long until someone escorted the woman away leaving you to the Holmes men.

“I thought he wouldn’t get it,” you address Mycroft, sitting on the chair he previously occupied to observe Sherlock, “Then again if he knew where to look for the safe code, he would get it eventually,”

“Why are you here?” Mycroft said. You give a look and say, “You know why I’m here,”

“Who are you?” Sherlock asks.

“Do make a deduction, Mr. Holmes,” you challenged, standing up for a better view, “What can you say about me? Oh, I heard you’re quite good at this,”

His eyes quickly take a once over you. To the way you did your hair, makeup, and casual clothes. His brother, your husband, hovered on the other side of the table.

What will Sherlock say about you?

“On your dominant hand, your middle finger is calloused from how you hold your pen, suggesting office worker. In a high position, by the value of your shoes. Your makeup suggests you like to be presentable but not elaborate or gaudy. Your clothes are clean except for a few loose strands of hair. No pets. Your engagement and wedding rings, shiny and clean, happily married then. Your husband is successful in his career by the size of that diamond and…”

His ramble paused. His eyes meeting yours, you give a casual curious gaze. His senses were on overdrive, recognizing the particular scent of leather of a car that often escorted him to his brother.

“No, that’s not possible,” Sherlock withdrew, “Has my brother found himself a goldfish?”

“No, not a goldfish, brother mine,” Mycroft defends. His ring, matching yours, shines in the firelight, “No, she’s out of their league,”

“How long has that taken him?” you asked Mycroft, in front of you as Sherlock remained speechless, “A minute,”

“A good minute, yes,” he confirms, as he goes to stand by your side, “I do wonder why you decided to reveal yourself, my dear,”

“I was fed up. You two dancing in her tune for half the year,” you complained, “You ditched Christmas Morning traditions,”

“I promised to make it up to you, my dear,” Mycroft reminded, however, unable to act on his plans yet, “And I did return earlier than expected,”

“Six years, Myc! We never shirk on trad —”

Before you can finish your ramble, Mycroft leans in and presses his lips against yours in a tender kiss. It was a pleasant interruption.

One Sherlock didn’t appreciate.

Your eyes widen for a moment before you melt against him. Your arms wrap around his waist, returning the sentiment. Sherlock clears his throat, breaking the moment between you and Mycroft.

“Years?” he remarked, “I never knew the Iceman could melt,”

“No, just thaws from time to time,” you cheekily smile at Mycroft who rolled his eyes, “Are you two finished? I’d like to turn in before the sun comes out, ensures at least one of us gets sleep,”

“We are finished,” Mycroft affirmed, walking toward the door, “Do us a reprieve, brother mine, don’t take cases on the weekend. You don’t know what it does to our schedule,”

“It was nice meeting you, brother-in-law,” you teased, your smile caught him off guard, as you walked to Mycroft’s side. He didn’t remember the last time someone was pleased to meet him. They were often annoyed or irritated. “Have a good evening,”

His brother has been married for years, and he didn’t know. How could he not know?

“Shame I’d wanted to see the Woman in cuffs,” you comment, as you walk side by side through the halls, “It would have made for an interesting night,”

“Would you like that, my dear?” Mycroft asks.

“If you’re open to it,”

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multific · 2 years

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Not Lonely

“I’m not lonely Sherlock,” said Mycroft with a slightly annoyed and shocked expression.

“How would you know?” Sherlock asked with a slightly quiet voice.

“I’m literally right here.” you said behind the two making Mycroft and Sherlock turn to look at you. You stood there, motioning at yourself.

“Indeed you are.” said Sherlock.

“So, how could he be lonely if he has me?” you asked as you turned to your left to see Mrs Hudson walking upstairs with tea in her hands. As you turned to go and help her Mycroft pulled out his phone as it started to ring. You helped Mrs Hudson just as Mycroft turned.

“We have to go, Brother, Mrs Hudson, good afternoon.”

“Bye bye!” you said as you followed your husband. You got into his car as the driver started the car. “You’re not lonely are you, Myc?”

“No, Sherlock just wanted to start some drama, that’s all. How could I ever be lonely around you, My Love?” and it was true, Mycroft could never be lonely, you spent most of your days with him, never letting his attention wander off of the important things.

And he loved you for that.

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sakshisahu · 4 months

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The Greatest Quotes of Mycroft Holmes | Sherlocks Home | Page 4

A must read article. & the quote listed on no. 1 is also my most favorite.

"All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock. "

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skievers · 9 months

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@the-imitation-blog “all of your favourite characters from your fictional shows are dead”

Me: “I can’t help it if I have a type, and that type is ✨dead boy✨” Or traumatised boy 🤪

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strongacetheticvibes · 1 year

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incorrect sherlock quote

John: I dare you- Mycroft: Sherlock is not allowed to accept dares anymore. John: Why not? Sherlock: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

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atamh · 2 years

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“I am very much married to my work”

Someone already said that some years ago and now look at him…

If you are referring to the person I think you are referring to, then it is quite obvious that said person employed the other person we both know you are referring to.

Ipso facto, still married to his work.

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