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sherlocks-blanket · 8 months

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Drunk Confessions

A/N: Finally, after having not posted for such a long time... I can post a fic I had as a WIP since last year... I hope I get to write more again, but I can't promise anything. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.

Words: 1k

Warnings: Nothing, just some drunk sherlock?

After you received a message from Sherlock, that you should come as soon as possible to Baker street, minus the spelling errors; which you dismissed he messaged while being in trouble… You dropped anything you where doing and hurried outside to hail a cab; to take you to 221B.

The moment the cab halt, you paid the driver and rushed up the stairs to find Sherlock with John sitting towards each other with notes attached on their foreheads and from the liquor in their hand; you could probably tell, that they had too much for this evening, with how wasted they are…

As you gasped for air, you let yourself drop on the doorframe, drawing the attention from the two men. You noticed a smile spreading on Sherlock lips the second his eyes where on you, but it wasn’t a fake one; it radiates warmth like he was pleased to see you came, which was unlike for Sherlock to do. Not that he can’t do it, but when he does; it’s either false ones that you can tell apart from the real, since the real ones are rare and shows how comfortable he is with someone, that he shows it; unlike the fake ones, where he drops his smile immediately the moment the person turns they face away from him; which you noticed a few times…

A giggle from John broke the awkward silence in this room. You turned your gaze to the doctor and raised an eyebrow at him.

“I kneeeeeeeew it!” he exclaimed, pointing to Sherlock, then he took a sip from his drink.

You furrowed your brows in further confusion, but shaking your head; you got your phone out of your pocket and wrote Mary; telling her she should pick up her drunken fiancé… Just as you were done writing the text; a client walked into the flat and asked for Sherlock; but you kindly explained she should come tomorrow, since it gotten late. It made you wonder if clients show up at any hour of the day…

Sherlock, of course…He protested that the client shouldn’t leave even after the client had already left. After all, who knows? It could’ve been a missed opportunity for a case that could have gotten his interest; but you simply pushed him back in his armchair when he tried to stand up.

“You can work tomorrow…Now you better rest, so you’ll be sober for the next day…”

He stared with a sharp glare, like he wanted to prove with some deductions he’s capable of working, but he faltered instantly; which you took as a sign that he gave in. When you turned to help John downstairs; where Mary would pick him up; still you felt his eyes bore onto you.

As Mary left with John; she gave you an apologetic glance before they got into a cab; leaving you to deal with a drunken Sherlock.

When you stepped through the door, Sherlock sat still in his armchair, his posture relaxed; his eyes on something. You never saw him resting like that, but it most likely came from the alcohol…

His eyes wandered to you, noticing you were present again. There was this again…

This warm smile.

“Well…let’s get you sobered up…” you mumbled, leaning your hand on his shoulder to animate him to standing up, which he didn’t and instead, he took your hand in his own; staring at it like it was a piece of art.

“You have such soft hands...”,he murmured, keeping his eyes on your hand; rubbing his thumb along your palm.

You gently withdrawn your hand feeling the a heat rise on your cheeks; before you could say something again that he needs to rest, he slowly stood up wobbly on his own; leaning his hand your shoulder for support.

With you by his side, you brought him to his bedroom and only helped to remove his shoes and his suit jacket. It didn’t need to get more awkward than it already was for you.

Just as you turned the night light off and wanting to head to the living room; you felt your hand taken again and a warm feeling on it. You peeked over your shoulder; seeing Sherlock lean his cheek on it, with his eyes closed.

You tried to withdraw your hand, but at the same time, you didn’t mind it much. So, you stayed for a while and heard Sherlock snoring softly.

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The next morning you were preparing some tea and some water with some painkillers. You assumed he'll have a headache after yesterday…

Just as you wanted to get your stuff from the couch and leave for your own flat; you heard a door open followed with some footsteps.

“Morning.” You greeted him with a smile, which disappeared the moment you thought about yesterday again... It made you wonder if he remembered his drunken behavior or if he ‘deleted’ it from his ‘hard drive’.

Sherlock acknowledged you with a slight nod and went for the water and painkillers.

You watched him silently drink the water but felt uncomfortable for you staring at him. So you thought it was better to go. As you took a single step; Sherlock called your name, drawing your attention back to him.

“About yesterday-“

You interrupted him, holding your hands up in defense; ”No! It’s alright…I know you didn’t mean that…“

Sherlock stared at you, and you could tell he thought for his next words, as he slowly opened his mouth to only closed it again.

“I..I really like you, and I mean... It”

You raised your eyebrows in confusion from this explanation about yesterday until he added.

“ I mean…I like you more than a friend…”

You froze on the spot at his confession as weird as the situation was you wanted to show him you felt the same, so you got out of your stupor and hugged him. It definitely caught him by surprise.

“Do you…feel the same?” he asked cautiously.

You only nodded and said while chuckling; “Yes.”

Sherlock hummed in thought. “I might have to thank John for this…it was his idea to text you…”

You thought again before you slowly connected the dots about yesterday. Like when John said he knew it…Did he see that you liked Sherlock or Sherlock, you or even both? You shook the thoughts away since they didn’t matter anymore. The only thing what mattered…

…was now.

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winsteria · 2 years

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This post contains fanfic recommendations for Sherlock Holmes (BBC) and Stephen Strange and his variants. I thought it would be nice to share and recommend to all of you the fics that I love! <3

Note: Most of the recommended fics are fluff, but there will be some angst too. Fics that contain smut will be marked with (S), so for those who don't read them can be aware.

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STEPHEN STRANGE

➥ Doctor Strange

✦ Karaoke Night by @annesthaeticc

✦ Uncle Stephen by @writingliv

✦ Musée de l'Orangerie by writingliv

✦ Glimpse of Us by writingliv

✦ Paper Hearts (Series) by @classickook

✦ All I Ask (Part 1) by @brunchable

➥ All I Want (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ One Dance (Last Part) by brunchable

✦ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 1) by brunchable

➥ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 2) by brunchable

➥ (S) Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 3) by brunchable

✦ A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be (Mini-series) by brunchable

✦ Karaoke Confessions by @getlostsquidward

✦ Annoying by @spookyspecterino

➥ Defender Strange

✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines

✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines

➥ Sinister Strange

✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines

✦ Actions Speak Louder by @geeky-politics-46

➥ Supreme Strange

✦ My One Constant by lykaonimagines

✦ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines

SHERLOCK HOLMES

✦ Touch Starved by @starks-hero

✦ Comfort by starks-hero

✦ Deep Water by starks-hero

✦ Dinner With the Family by starks-hero

✦ Danger Night's by starks-hero

✦ Different by starks-hero

✦ Sentiment by starks-hero

✦ I'm Here by starks-hero

✦ Meet the Parents by starks-hero

✦ His Remedy by starks-hero

✦ Darling It's Cold Outside by starks-hero

✦ Always On My Mind by starks-hero

✦ Christmas by @geeks-universe

✦ Bedside Manners by @luxwritesfanfic

✦ Don't Take The Money by luxwritesfanfic

✦ Missed You by @sherlockxreader

✦ The Case of the Unread Article by sherlockxreader

✦ I Want One by @victoriaholmeswriting

✦ The Holmes Family by victoriaholmeswriting

✦ Corpses and Roses by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Iridescence: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds

✦ Soulmates by writingliv

✦ Night Terror by @fandom-puff

✦ The Feeling Is Mutual by classickook

✦ Safe In Your Arms by classickook

✦ ILY by annesthaeticc

✦ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc

✦ Bad Hair Day by annesthaeticc

✦ Here Comes The Sun by @aephereal

✦ Pancakes by aephereal

✦ Late Nights & Violins by @daydreamtofiction

✦ Consequences by @theconsultingdetectiveswife

✦ Limerence by @galactic-academia

✦ Spiraling by @stupidthoughtsinwriting

✦ Morning Light by lykaonimagines

So, that would be the end of this post. If your work is here and you want to remove it from this post, please kindly inform me in the comments and I will remove it! <3

— winsteria

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maximwtf · 1 year

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“I’ll always be there for you.”

Mycroft x reader

words: 1775

google docs pages: 3

warnings: slight mentions of trauma response, memories of trauma, comfort?

opening: You come home to Mycroft after the events from the start of “The final problem.” and find the terrorized older Holmes brother.

AN// I wish I could write more of him, but it’s hard to get ideas that would make somewhat of a long fanfic. Reader can be any gender!

“I’ll always be there for you.”

You watched the dark streets pass as the cab was moving. After work had ended and you had gotten back home, it didn’t take long for you to realise Mycroft had forgotten to buy groceries. And because he was nowhere to be seen, you took it upon yourself to go and get some food. You didn’t blame him though, he had an important job that took up most of his time, so forgetting to buy groceries a couple of times wasn’t a big deal. Your job wasn’t as important as his, which gave you time to do extra things like buying food when something like this happened.

The cab soon stopped and the driver stepped out of the vehicle. He opened the door for you, only closing it after you had stepped out of the black car. The driver had been personally assigned to you, so no payment was required. The man was paid through Mycroft, so you made your way to the apartment, fiddling with the keys for a while before the right one hit your gaze. Opening the door swiftly, you heard the cab drive away before you stepped through the threshold. The warmth of the house greeting you with an embrace.

The apartment was quite badly lit up at the moment. The hallways pushing out pitch black shadows that slithered across the wooden floors, before the light from a lap hit it, making the shadow back down.

You brought the bags to the kitchen, dropping them on the table with a deep sigh. It only now came to you that Mycroft was still nowhere to be seen. Normally it wouldn’t have been odd to not see him for a couple days even, but even then he would always call or text you about that. He hadn’t sent you anything today, the only time you had seen him was early this morning. Even with your deducing skills, you assumed that he must have been at home. So, with that you left the bags on the kitchen table and went to look for the man. You called out for him a couple times, but there was no response. The darkness and the absence of your husband had begun to creep you out, that being the reason why you started to turn on more lights to fight off the darkness. Not even noticing you'd done that before the hallway was fully lit up.

The hallways slowly led you to the door that led to your and Mycroft’s bedroom. Your hand reached for the handle, slowly pulling it down. It only now occurred to you that if there was an intruder in the house, you didn’t have anything to protect yourself with, but it was too late to turn back now. The door opened slowly and quietly, revealing yet another badly lit up room. But even through the darkness you could see a man sitting on the side of the bed. He was holding onto something that resembled an umbrella, which was enough for you to decide that it must have been the man you had been looking for, Mycroft.

When the light from the hallway finally reached the man, he turned around swiftly, pointing the sword part of the umbrella at the person standing by the door. You took a quick step back, internally knowing that he would never intentionally hurt you, but just in case. “Mycroft, it’s me.” You said, putting your hands up as a sign that you didn’t mean any harm. The action made him lower the sword and let out a shaky breath. You had rarely ever seen him like this, since he almost always showed the icy cold side of himself. Rarely even showing physical affection to you, dropping in oldschool petnames when he talked to you to replace most of the touches he often felt uncomfortable making. You took a couple steps forward, just close enough to the bed that you were able to turn on one of the lamps from the nightstand.

As the lamp lit up more of the room, you could now also see the state Mycroft was in. He couldn’t hide in the shadows anymore, not fight the terrors he had gone through in his mind again alone. His gaze was on the floor while he was leaning on his arms. He looked shaken, like he had seen a ghost. This only worried you more, knowing that this was a man who rarely ever got this frightened by anything. He was well protected, almost never had to do any field work and because of that he was easily the most calm and collected person you knew.

You sat down on the bed as well, sitting quietly next to the man for a while without saying a word. The silence was draining energy out of you, making you anxious. “What happened?” You asked quietly, turning to look at him in hopes to see how he was feeling. If maybe sitting down with him had been a mistake. This was no use though, his face was almost impossible to read, but you could still tell something was terribly wrong.

It took him long to form something to say, to describe what he had just seen and gone through, but you allowed him to think all of it through. “Brother dear found out about his sister.” He said while rubbing his hands over his face, letting the umbrella fall on the floor with a thud. Mycroft rarely ever talked about a sister being in the Holmes family, but you had heard him talk about someone called ‘redbeard’. You didn’t want to push him with questions about this mysterious sibling, but instead try to get him to tell you what he had seen to get so frightend. “How did he find out? You never even told me.” You asked, tilting your head a little. “I told him.” Was all he said, not giving you much to work with. “What do you mean?” Your voice asked without giving you time to think if the question was appropriate. “He put up a whole show in order to find out. Bringing up memories from the past, and using reactions as clues to find out the truth.” He said with a monotone voice. You could see his eyes move every now and then, almost as he was reliving the events he had just experienced in his mind. The view hurt, and even without thinking you put your hand on this thigh gently. You felt him tense up at the contact, but it didn't last long. He was used to you being touchy every now and then, but this time he eased out faster due to how exhausted he was. “I wish I could understand, I can see you’re frightened.” You said, trying to make eye contact with him, furrowing your brows in worry. “John convinced him to play the whole pantomime on me.” He mumbled mostly to himself, finally lifting his head off of his hands for a moment. You bit your cheek, trying to hold yourself back from asking more questions. “But I suppose if Sherlock now knows, you should too.” Mycroft sighed before continuing. “We have a younger sister, but she was different from us from the start. She was interested in Sherlock from the beginning, picking on him. Her final act was something horrid she did to the only friend Sherlock ever had.” The man took a break from talking, this part clearly being something that still haunted him. You didn’t say anything, letting him take time to talk again. “Sherlock’s mind hid the original memory, replacing him with a memory of a dog that got lost. Over the years I've kept testing if he remembers her by using cue words, but before today he hasn’t been able to remember.” Mycroft finally got to the end, seeming like it had taken a lot of energy to talk about the past. On the other hand, you were finally able to understand what had happened, having more to work with. “He shouldn’t have found out this way.” You mumbled, feeling bad for the both of them. Mycrtoft took such careful care of his younger brother, keeping an eye on him constantly and making sure that he was alright. It must have felt bad that for all he did for Sherlock, this is what he alway got back. It was as if Sherlock was blinded in some way, not being able to see the time and effort his brother put in him. The man had a very important job which required a lot of his time, but the free time he had he spent looking over Sherlock.

Mycroft had been there for Sherlock since the beginning, always being there for him if he ever needed help. You thought it was foolish of him to be so ignorant towards Mycroft, knowing how caring he could be of those he viewed as important. He would do anything to keep his brother safe from harm's way. Mycroft shook his head. “Apparently she got out of the facility I put her in. We’re all in danger now.” The man said, turning to look at you for the first time since you arrived there. There was a tint of fear in his eyes, but it soon disappeared when he realised how you were analysing his behaviour. Knowing you were not the best at hiding your intentions. “What do you suggest we do?” You asked, giving him free hands. He knew his sister and what she was capable of, so trusting him was all you could do. “As John requested, the safest place is unfortunately in 221B Baker street, I’m afraid.” Mycroft said, getting up from the bed and without another word picking up the sword he had dropped. His actions making your palm slide off of his leg. You followed his actions, getting up as well. “I trust you.” You said, getting a little closer to him. A lot less of an uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you before he spoke up. “Thank you for being here,” his quiet voice said, only his back staring back at you. But you knew the weight of his words. “I’ll always be there for you. You need and deserve someone as well.” You said with a slight smile, carefully hugging him to see if he was open for a hug. To your surprise he hugged you back, mumbling something under his breath. “I’ll call the driver, we’ll leave soon.” Mycroft said gently, voice a little more hushed as he was closer to you. His confidence seemed to have returned.

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bored-writer101 · 1 year

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X Reader Masterlist

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Nightmares | Bucky comforts you after you have a nightmare.

Good Morning | Waking up with Bucky, who doesn’t want you to get out of bed.

You Deserve The Word | Bucky can’t help but think that he doesn’t deserve you, but you assure him that isn’t true.

Five Years Later | Five years after the blip, there seems to be a way to bring back everyone… including your lost love.

Distraction | You wanted to finish unpacking your new home, but Bucky had other plans.

Tom Holland!Peter Parker

Will You Be My Girlfriend | Peter takes Y/N on a late night swing through the city before popping a very important question.

Cuts And Bruises | When Peter shows up bruised and bloody, you make sure to clean him up and take care of him.

Bedtime | Peter visits you late at night after patrol. He forces you to go to bed and get some much needed sleep.

You’re Spider-Man? | After it comes out that Tony Stark visited Peter, you make him tell you the real reason why.

Druig

Never Leave Again | After many years apart, you set out to reunite with your love, Druig.

Foggy Neslon

Happy Valentine’s Day | After a tough day you completely forget about Valentine’s Day. Foggy, being the amazing boyfriend he is, does his best to cheer you up with an amazing night.

Stranger Things

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Steve Harrington

I’ll Always Be There For You | Steve does his best to avoid admitting his fear of horror movies to you. But during a movie night with the kids, you let him know that there’s no reason to be embarrassed.

Eddie Munson

I Promise | After you defeat One, you run back to your best friend, Eddie. You promised him you’d make it back alive to tell him a big secret you’ve kept from him for a long time.

More Bats | You can’t stop yourself from drawing more bats down eddie’s arm in pen, but you didn’t think he was actually going to get them tattooed on him.

Name Three Songs | You're wearing one of Eddie's Metallica tees when a guy tries to get you to name three songs. Eddie swoops in just in time to tell the guy to fuck off.

Jonathan Byers

Should I Stay Or Should I Go? | While your singing and dancing around Will’s room, trying to cheer him up, Jonathan comes home. He can’t stop himself from asking you a question he’s wanted to ask you for a long time.

Robin Buckley

We’re Supposed To Be Studying | You invited robin over to study, but she’s more interested in going through your things.

Bye Billy | You’re waiting for Robin after work, when Billy comes up to you. He doesn’t seem to be getting the hint that you’re not interested.

Eleven Hopper

You’re Cute When You’re Angry | Eleven helps calm you down after you get angry about failing a test.

Supernatural

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Castiel

Crooked Tie | Castiel’s crooked tie drives you crazy. He becomes very confused when you start to fix his tie every time he shows up. One day he finally confronts you, asking you why you always fix his tie.

My Angel | You had fallen right into their trap. The angels were using you as bait to get Castiel. They made the mistake of underestimating him.

Sam Winchester

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Rock, Paper, Scissors | You flirt with the brothers after a successful hunt.

Dean Winchester

Rock, Paper, Scissors | You flirt with the brothers after a successful hunt.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

It’s Always Been You | You go to see Spencer at his apartment to check up on him. It’s been two weeks since the fiasco with maeve and he hasn’t left his apartment. While you’re there, the secret you’ve kept in all this time is revealed.

Aaron Hotchner

Worried | When you are kidnapped by an unsub, Hotch will do anything and everything to get you home safe.

BBC Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Sneaky Cigarette | John convinced you and Sherlock not to smoke, but one day the two of you can’t help it.

Serenade Me | You’re bored out of your mind, so you decide to play Sherlock’s violin. He comes home to see you playing.

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom

You’re My Happiest Memory | You and Neville find out your each other’s others happiest memory when trying to conjure your patronus.

Friday The 13th (2009)

Clay Miller X Reader | You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

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colossalcriminal · 2 years

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Fall For Me, Fall For You - s.h

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sherlock and Y/N contemplate their nature.

Content Warnings: nothing, doesn't really make sense? might be out of character for Sherlock.

"I'm just trying to make sense of it all, really."

The car was almost freezing, leather interior bitterly cold to the touch, headlights ever so often driving by, surpassing them. Sherlock, of course, in the driver's seat as always. No one payed enough attention to their surroundings like he did, even on the road. "I don't even know if there's anything to make sense of." She finished.

"You told me to pull over." Sherlock reminded, almost stern.

"It's not fair, you know? You're able to deduce all that bullshit about me, do I even know who you are?"

His head hung low. In shame? Maybe. "I don't think even I know the specifics of who I am." The mood, although already quite low, dampened at his confession. "When has my bullshit ever been wrong?" His weak attempt at prying a smile out of her failed.

"You'll eventually figure it out. Who you are." He didn't say anything, only raising his chin at her statement. "You don't fall in love often, do you?"

The man raised an eyebrow at her. "And you do?"

"I'm not sure. For all I know, we could be the same." She shrugged.

"I think we are, the same."

Y/N looked at him, vision trailing over the line of his jaw, to the curls that rested atop his head. She thought about the feeling of his cheek in her grasp, running her thumb over the sharp, pronounced bone structure. "Is it not the same to fall in love with the birds and the blue sky?" Her voice was a mere whisper, she shifted in the cold leather seat.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her question, the manner of it more poetic than anything he'd ever heard. "You would compare a lover to the blue sky?"

He was no romantic, of course. "Would you say we're lovers? Star-crossed lovers?" The woman queried, her gaze on him curious.

Scoffing, he refused to look in her direction, not out of malice, but in fear. "Hardly star-crossed."

She finally smiled, content with his reply. "Good." Y/N peered down to her shoes, then up to the dashboard as a small smirk tugged on the corner of her lips. "Sherlock, do I ask too much of you?"

"Not nearly enough, darling."

"Would you kiss me?"

"At the very least."

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antisocial-thing · 2 years

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And I'm not so smart [Part 2/?]

“Who is it?” a sharp and demanding voice left the question hanging in the thick air. Lestrade looked up tiredly from the mountain of papers scattered on his desk. He didn’t have time for this.

“You can’t just barge into my office like that. Besides, what the hell are you talking about?” Greg could feel the slight irritation making its way up into his head. Mallory was much easier to work with. She didn’t order them around so much. And she wasn’t trying to be a bloody smartass all the time.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about, the person that’s been stealing my cases for months now - who is it?” Sherlock Holmes wasn’t known for giving up easily. So it didn’t surprise the Detective Inspector that he wouldn’t leave the matter alone. However, it didn’t mean the Inspector was going to let him have his way. Not this time.

“Firstly, there is no one stealing any cases. Secondly, they aren’t your cases - they’re mine,” he sighed, trying to avoid Holmes’ gaze. The thought that it was completely useless caused him to rub his face with his hands. Nothing slipped through Sherlock's attention.

“Firstly, you’re lying. You just scratched your neck, and your eyebrow’s twitching. Secondly, even if they were yours, you wouldn’t solve half of them without my help, so I’ll ask once more. Who is it?”

“I cannot tell you, the said person values privacy. A lot,” the Inspector answered briefly, as he didn’t want to reveal too much information involuntarily which was quite possible in his state after a thirty-four-hour shift.

“I don’t care.” Sherlock didn’t seem to notice Greg’s hand tightening around the pen. That was why he didn’t expect the little outburst that followed.

“Well, I do!” a knowing, sneaky smile made its way on the genius’ face. That was what he needed. Emotions. Numerous gears turned in his head in a few seconds, giving him the right result.

“Oh, I’d say it’s a young girl. You wouldn’t care so much about a boy, and I would’ve noticed if you were romantically involved with someone recently. So who is this teenage girl? Tell me. I need to know.” Greg could see the detective's little obsession with the newfound subject of interest getting out of control. He couldn't stand the thought of someone being better than him at this job.

“No, Sherlock. I won’t give you any information. I promised I wouldn’t.” the decision was final, and the younger Holmes was sure of it.

“Why?” The only he could get at the moment was a reason.

“Let me quote her: You wouldn’t understand.”

Well, he certainly didn't expect that kind of a reason.

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A loud clang echoing through Mallory’s mind brutally woke her up from a slumber. She froze in great fear, not moving her body a single inch. You’re not there. You’re in your flat. She isn’t here. Frantically, her shaking hand reached the bedside lamp and turned it on. The familiar smell of sweat filled her nose. A moment later, a black hoodie was lying beside the trembling girl while she was trying to calm down, even though she knew there was no use.

She wasn’t fond of panic attacks. Everybody would share her opinion on that matter. Losing control of her own thoughts terrified her. Blurry vision, rapid breaths, uncontrollable tremors - all these symptoms accompanied her way too often. And she could do nothing about it. She was helpless, and she hated it.

Mallory tried to focus her mind elsewhere. Anywhere else would be better than the space stocked with unwanted memories. The strong scent of cigarettes and alcohol. The sound of vomiting and stumbling around the flat. The shouting, damp air, lack of light, hunger…

Stop.

You were supposed to think about something pleasant.

Music. It was what she needed. No matter what kind. It could distract her, at least, for a little while - that was until her racing brain zoned out. Of course, she could take a pill or two. However, she made a promise to never do that again. Music was also addictive but healthier.

Soon, small earphones helped her put her mind together again. She leaned her head against the creaky headboard, staring at the stained ceiling since the neighbours were highly irresponsible. A heavy sigh left her dry lips. She couldn’t go on like this. At the same time, she knew nobody would be able to help her. Nobody understood. That was the Holmes curse.

“Another shitty day,” she murmured, forcing herself to get out of bed.

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This has taken way too long.

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strangesupremee · 2 years

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Masterlist

Doctor Strange Masterlist

Hi?

It’s okay.

BBC Sherlock Masterlist

I told you.

A/N: Pics not mine!

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 6 months

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Last Updated: 2024-02-06

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Sherlock Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ A Week Early￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: You and Sherlock are having your first children; who've thought the famously emotionless detective would be such an anxious father.

✑ A Little Love and Lots of Laughs by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "It's been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. [Now], you have [two children] who... happen to love picnics, swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John."

✑ Absence of You by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[You're] away on a mission…, leaving Sherlock to wrestle mentally with his importance in [your] life and how badly he wants [you] home."

✑ Always Attract by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The strobe lights won't stop blinding him and Sherlock can't seem to shake the feeling that he's missing out, until he realizes he isn't."

✑ Bedside Manner by luxwritesfanfic • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock figures out who the father is and [a cat's got your] tongue."

✑ Brother, Annoying Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Sherlock's, once again, struggling to express feelings, refusing to admit he fancies you. Luckily, Mycroft knows just how to get him to confess.

✑ Champagne Problems by leftperfectionmoon • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: reader turns down her boyfriend when he proposes to her as she has been in love with sherlock all this time.

✑ Closed for Today by coppercatswrites • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Sherlock closes shop to take care of you while you're sick.

✑ Come Home by lykaonimagines • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Following Mary's death, Sherlock sent you away to prevent you from stopping him from doing what he felt he had to do to save John. However, now that you're back and has all the details, you're not sure your relationship can survive it.

✑ Don't You Dare Say "I'm Sorry" by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Sherlock Holmes had sparred with many an intimidating nemesis. He'd faced off against the most fierce, twisted, cold, hard, calculating, fearful opponents known to man, however none of adversaries that had come before had invoked such terror and panic as the one he was currently staring down."

✑ Exact Opposite by lykaonimagines • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls [you in] to handle the situation."

✑ Expectant by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "[You're] acting strange, and Sherlock notices. [After] confessing the truth and... He struggles to find the words."

✑ Feeling is Mutual, the by classickook • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "You've been harbouring a crush on Sherlock for quite some time now but are determined to keep it a secret for as long as [possible]. Foolish of you to think he wouldn't figure it out... and maybe he'll even return your sentiment?"

✑ Game is On, the by classickook • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You have a little surprise for Sherlock that turns out differently than you had originally planned."

✑ Headache by bewarethecrazyperson • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "...While it was rare for you to get a proper headache, it wasn't unfamiliar for you or the boys when one resurfaced. They usually let you be, knowing that rest, medication and sleep would usually take care of the problem. [However,] what happens when you accidentally take one of Sherlock's pills?"

✑ Holmes, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: When Sherlock's parents invite you to dinner, mistaking you for his girlfriend, it pushes their son to finally tell you how he feels.

✑ If You're Shy (Let Me Know) by classickook • 18+ • 〔E᜶M᜶F〕 •

Summary: "When Irene won't stop teasing you about your lack of experience, Sherlock comes to your defence and maybe even proves the woman wrong."

✑ Ignorance and Lunch Dates by thepokyone • 〔M᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock was clever. Everybody knew that - especially you, considering you had been friends with him since high school. Being friends with Sherlock had its pros, but it also had its cons."

✑ Jealous? by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: {…}

✑ Jealous, Love? by annesthaeticc • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Sherlock Holmes doesn't get jealous. Well, that was until you volunteered to help him out on a case that puts his feelings for you in jeopardy."

✑ Kidnapped by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Kissing Advice by imagine-by-susu • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: When Irene taunts Sherlock with his sexual inexperience, the detective seeks out your advise on the matter. However, the situation does go quite how Sherlock hoped…

✑ Let's Have Dinner￨Prt. II by classickook • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "as Sherlock's neighbor and friend, you've spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another."

✑ Make Up by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Although you never enjoy fighting with Sherlock, you love making up afterwards.

✑ Nicknames by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "4 times you used nicknames for Sherlock."

✑ On Edge￨Prt. II by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke... [leading] Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing [you] what it's like to be on edge."

✑ Other Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "While on a case, Sherlock Holmes stumbles upon a new friend… He brings her home, and fluff ensues."

✑ Rest of Our Lives￨Prt. II by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock returns home late after a week long case, and contemplates the current state of their relationship."

✑ Safe Space by lykaonimagines • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "During an argument over one of Sherlock's experiments, [you realize] some events in his life have impacted him more than he usually let on."

✑ Sentiment by goldencherriess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker."

✑ Tipsy by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: When John and Sherlock return to the flat, absolutely smashed, it's up to you and Mrs. Hudson to ensure they're looked after.

✑ Waltz by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ White Lillies by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 •

Summary: You mistakenly confess you feelings to Sherlock, as it happens his reaction is rather sweet.

✑ Woman, the by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[You] enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman's perfume. [You realize] it's Irene Adler who is [trying] to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him."

✑ Woman Who Was No Lady, the by whereiputtheotherstuff • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: A tense conversation with Irene Adler makes Sherlock realize something extraordinary about you.

✑ Why Do I Want to Do This Again

✑ You Don't Know Him Like I Do by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You're sick and tired of constantly hearing insults thrown at Sherlock about how he handles his emotions."

✑ Your Stupid Face by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock is too proud to admit to anybody he likes you, but John knows."

✑ Affirmation by eurusholmmes • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ All Day by classickook • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Announcement, the by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔M〕 •

✑ Bad Day by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Bagels by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Birds and Bathtubs by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Blissful Morning by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Boring Days, the by thepokyone • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Cuddling? Cuddling. by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating and Doctors by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Emotions and Experiments by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •

✑ Enjoy the Show Brother by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ F*ck It by coppercatswrites • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Jaw Kisses by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Keep Breathing by eurusholmmes • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Lust by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔E〕 •

✑ Lying Detective, the by deerstalkersanddangerousthoughts •

✑ Made for Each Other by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Measurements by classickook • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Morning Light by lykaonimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Never Stood a Chance by luxwritesfanfic • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ New Family by magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ No Flirting by leftperfectionmoon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Not on the Couch by imagine-by-susu • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Our First Kiss by eurusholmmes • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Our Little Game by justauthoring • 〔F〕 •

✑ Psychology of Cute by oneshots-imagines-and-that • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Resurrection by moonlightsong • 〔A᜶F〕 •

✑ Rewritten Memory by gaitwae • 〔F〕 •

✑ Safe in Your Arms by classickook • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Stressed by generallynerdy • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Tease by classickook • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Tell It Like It Is by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ These Words Of Mine by eurusholmmes • 〔A〕 •

✑ Thinking Out Loud by grace-writes-shit • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Wedding Day by prettyxlittlexwriter • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Why Did You Kiss Me? by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 •

✑ Babysitting Rosie w/ Sherlock... by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •

✑ Being Sherlock's Pregnant Wife... by tessimagines • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Cuddling w/ Sherlock... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Sherlock Holmes... by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Getting into Trouble w/ Sherlock... by geeks-universe • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 6 months

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Imagine trying to warn Sherlock that Moriarty is free…

The verdict was in - not guilty. You honestly wanted to shake the jury by their shoulders and ask why they had left their rational thoughts at home. The judge slammed the gavel, signalling for Moriarty to be free of his bonds and when you looked at the man, you could have sworn that he winked.

John nudged your arm, reminding you that it was time to follow the rest of the courtroom out. Once the pair of you were out on the street in much cleaner air, John pulled out his phone and began punching in a number.

“I’m calling Sherlock. He needs to know that this maniac is going to be walking about like a free man.”

Giving him a nod, you pulled out your own device. “I’m going to head back to Scotland Yard.”

John instantly pulled his phone away from his ear as it started to ring.

“What? Y/n we need to stay together.”

“I know but I need to set up a protective detail on Sherlock and Baker Street. Moriarty doesn’t care about collateral damage.” You reminded the good doctor.

Pointing at you, John’s expression was stern and serious. “Okay but be careful. I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

You gave the man a brief hug before turning and bolting down the street to hail a cab. Thankfully, the area was crawling with the vehicle you required. Once you had hopped in, you dialled Lestrade’s personal number and hoped with each ring that he wasn’t otherwise engaged. Your heart was pounding in your ears, the traffic felt slower than normal and the phone wasn’t being picked up as if the matter wasn’t of import.

“Come on.” You edged nervously, staring outside at the pedestrians huddled on the sidewalk.

When the signal turned green, the call was answered by the man you had been trying to reach. “Greg? Oh, thank god.”

“Y/n, I just heard the news. How are you holding up?” The detective inspector asked.

“Honestly I’m pissed but we can get into that later. Listen, I need a favour. I need a-“

“You need a protection detail on Sherlock, I know.” Lestrade guessed correctly. “I filed in the paperwork as soon as Moriarty’s trial started and got it fast tracked. It felt appropriate since you, Sherlock and John have thwart his schemes the most.”

You frowned. Something didn’t feel right about the way he was talking about the detail. “And?” You prompted.

“And it got rejected as soon as Moriarty was acquitted.”

You were mad and disappointed - in all honesty, you wanted to scream. But you pushed it all down and did what you could to tackle the problem. Leaning forward, you tapped the driver on the glass to get his attention.

“Yes, dear?” The elderly man smiled.

“Change of plans - take me to 221B Baker Street please.”

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Shit, you almost forgot Lestrade was on the phone.

As the car turned left onto Baker Street, you kept a tight grip on the device. “If Scotland Yard won’t help, I’ll do it myself.” You told your friend before hanging up just as the taxi pulled up to the curb.

Paying for the ride, you made a mad dash to the front door, pushing it open to get inside. It was mostly quiet. Mrs Hudson was running the cafe and it was clear that John wasn’t home from the lack of his coat from the hallway rack.

There was an absence of people and yet you heard teacups being set upon saucers and very low voices speaking. Heart leaping into your throat, you raced up the stairs and burst into the open flat of 221B.

“Sherlock-”

The rest of your sentence died on your tongue, ice running through your veins when you saw the man who had almost killed you and your friends without any remorse standing in the living room.

“Hi Y/n.” Moriarty greet when his eyes laid on you. “I take it that your little bid for a protection detail fell flat?”

He knew and he was mocking you for it. Stepping into the flat, you scowled at the enemy. “I’ve kept my friends safe from you before. I can do it again.”

Moriarty smirked. He moved away from Sherlock and across to you on his way to the door. His eyes skimmed over your features before he inhaled.

“You’re just delectable. Ready to give your life for a man who isn’t ready to return the favour. A pity really.” He commented and walked off.

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Inner sorrows

BBC sherlock x depressed!reader

A/N: I wasn't really sure if I wanted to post it, since it's pretty much my inner world, so pretty much how I feel most of the time. But yeah, I just wrote it yesterday a way for venting. Feel free to skip if the topic of depression makes you uncomfortable.

Warnings: Obviously depression and the thoughts of tired to exist.

Words: 500

It was a riddle to you how everyone saw the good in life when you only saw it through a grey filter.

Waking up…

Working… Eating… Sleeping… And repeating it for the rest of your life… It was an endless cycle–a prison for you–something you wished to break free from but couldn’t…

It frustrated you and made you feel broken beyond repair, being the off one in this so-called society… With doctors who just prescribe medications to try and fix you… But do they work? Of course not. Still, you took them and hoped for the effect that they ‘promised.’

You wanted to shout and cry out for someone to hear your inner struggle, but instead, you shut down and refused to talk about how hopeless and frustrated you felt. You let it grow like a parasite that continued to feed on you.

After all, some of the people who dismissed your feelings only offered answers such as: “That’s how life is” or “You’ll get over it.” And then also saying that it’s not good to bottle up your feelings. But you got tired and tried to explain, but it just fell on deaf ears like usual; sooner or later, those walls around your emotions would break like fine sand pouring through your fingers. A person can only take so much until they break… and you broke down every time you were alone until one day it was in front of Sherlock…

Nothing got unnoticed by the only consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes; he noticed the early signs of depression clawing its way at you every time you came home from work, exhausted like someone would expect after a long day, but he only saw a tired soul living through another day.

“I’m so tired… Tired of existing. I can’t and won’t continue like that. I want to be released from this pain!” you choked out when hot tears streamed down your face as your emotions washed over you like a tide. In that moment, you just poured everything out. You expected the same result you had received from everyone else… but instead, you felt Sherlock stepping closer to you and embracing you, hushing lowly before whispering in your ear.

“Shh, I know you’re suffering, but it’s all right. I’m here. You can let everything out and I’ll listen.”

You sobbed louder, burying your face into his chest to muffle the sound of your cries. You felt your knees weaken, but Sherlock noticed and led the both of you to sit on the couch. Your cries turned to silent whimpers as you rode out your emotions, leaving only a numb shell of your former self behind.

You eyed the floor, letting your head rest on Sherlock’s shoulder only to feel a light weight on the top of your head. You closed your eyes as he tried his best to comfort you; words weren’t needed as he understood and cared for you.

It was everything you needed In that moment…

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brother dearest

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: Mycroft had never considered himself to be overprotective. However, he isn't overly pleased with how smitten his little brother is with you...

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: John is the only one with any emotional intelligence and Mycroft is faced with the horrifying ordeal of realising his younger sibling is dating, so they're all idiots really

Mycroft Holmes could practically feel his blood pressure rising. Confidential documents had been stolen from the very hands of the British government, putting the democratic well-being of an entire nation in jeopardy. And his little brother wouldn't answer the phone.

The moment word of the breach had gotten to Mycroft his first plan of action was to call Sherlock. Of course, he could have hypothetically dealt with the issue himself had it not required leg work. But to his dismay, contacting the youngest Holmes seemed to be as unlikely as winning the lottery.

Tossing dignity to the wind in the name of restoring balance to the western world, Mycroft stooped to the, in his opinion, ever embarrassing low of visiting Baker Street himself. He ascended the stairs, his displeasure evident in the weight of his steps, and refused to practice the common courtesy of knocking before entering the flat. Sherlock had lost that privilege when he refused to pick up the bloody phone.

Mycroft tutted with annoyance when he found both the living room and kitchen empty. Sherlock's coat, with whom he refused to go anywhere without, still hung idle on the clothes rack. He was in the flat and Mycroft was going to find him if he had to tear away every brick.

With all the begrudgement of a man who'd had his morning routine seriously uprooted, Mycroft marched towards Sherlock's bedroom and swung open the door.

He almost immediately wished he hadn't.

Sherlock lay sprawled out on the bed, white sheets twisting over alabaster skin. His eyes were shut, his hair a tangled mess of curls and you lay by his side.

Mycroft's jaw fell so quickly he expected it to unhinge and clatter against the floor with all the comedic effect of a nineties cartoon.

Sherlock's head rested against your shoulder whilst the lower half of your face was largely hidden by his curls. Your lips brushed his forehead in a prolonged kiss and Sherlock's arm was thrown over you almost possessively. Your own hand curled softly around the nape of his neck.

Disbelief, embarrassment and anger chased each other across Mycroft's expression before he settled with complete mortification. He couldn't explain it, not really, but seeing his little brother in bed with someone made him feel ridiculously nauseous.

Sherlock shifted, stretching out his limbs like a content cat before nuzzling closer to you.

Having no idea what else to do, the eldest Holmes shut the door. After a quick and failed attempt to purge the last few moments from his memory, he made his way back towards the living room.

He was met by John.

The doctor quickly did away with his fresh bag of groceries in order to make small talk, much to Mycroft's disdain. When John got around to the reason for his visit, and therefore Sherlock's current whereabouts, Mycroft shifted awkwardly.

“He seems to be occupied.”

A look of confusion clouded John's expression. He glanced down the hallway, jutting his thumb in the direction of Sherlock's room.

“I'm fairly certain he's just–” John's words were dissolved by the bitter look that was thrown his way by the eldest Holmes. “–oh, he didn't tell you?”

“Tell me what?” Mycroft asked with a painfully fake smile.

John swallowed thickly, suddenly very unhappy with the fact that he was the one that had to break the news to possibly the most powerful man in Britain that his little brother was seeing someone.

“He uh– he didn't tell you about himself and Y/N?”

Mycroft blinked. “It would appear he left out that minor detail.”

The silence that followed was awkward at best and utterly painful at worst. John, who wanted nothing more for the interaction to end but had no idea how to make that happen, nodded. Mycroft cleared his throat and readjusted his hold on his umbrella.

He glanced back towards his brother's room and John didn't miss the subtle glare he was trying to hide. Ah, so that's what this was about. John may not have shared Sherlock's observational skills but he did have a sister. He knew what overprotectiveness looked like.

“Mycroft, you do realise that Sherlock is an adult.”

“If that's what you would like to call him.”

“Right,” John dismissed quickly. “But he and Y/N are together. They have feelings–”

What was very much beginning to sound like a new rendition of ‘the birds and the bees’ was shortened by a scoff on Mycroft's behalf.

"My brother is barely capable of understanding his own feelings, you think he can handle someone else's?"

“You'd be surprised.”

Surprised was certainly one word for it. Mycroft simply couldn't imagine his brother being emotionally involved with anyone, regardless of how much imagination he tried to employ. He failed to imagine Sherlock in any situation that involved intimacy or vulnerability, let alone with you.

As if the very thought of you had doubled as a summoning spell, you entered the kitchen, steps lazy and eyes tired. If you were surprised to see the eldest Holmes you hid it well.

“Mycroft,” you greeted with a tight-lipped smile.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes moved between him and John, trying to piece together what exactly you'd walked into. John cleared his throat. You fought the urge to just go back to bed.

“Can I get you anything?” You motioned to the kitchen.

“My brother, if it's no trouble.”

“Showering,” you yawned. You decided not to add the bit where Sherlock had mentioned needing to ‘cool off before facing the devil so early in the morning’ upon realising his brother was in the living room. “He won't be long.”

“I see. I hate to show up unannounced. But I tried to call this morning and it seemed he was unavailable.”

You smirked despite yourself. Mycroft's grasp on his umbrella tightened.

After a few agonising moments that consisted of you cluelessly making yourself a morning cup of tea, Mycroft glaring holes into your back and John all but hiding behind his newspaper, Sherlock joined you.

His hair was damp, curls frizzed up due to the warm water. Mycroft hadn't seen it in such a state since Sherlock was a child. The unruly nature of his hair, as well as its tendency to make him look far less intimidating and far more endearing, often led to embarrassment. Which is why Mycroft was so surprised to see him so at ease.

Sherlock didn't so much as acknowledge his brother's existence as he made a beeline towards you, accepting the tea you offered and leaving a lazy kiss against the side of your head. He was smiling fondly all the while.

Said smile immediately fell when he spotted Mycroft. Sherlock muttered something about god under his breath and took a long, almost purposefully so, sip from his mug before speaking.

“Terrorist attack or security breach?”

Mycroft raised an unamused brow.

“It's ten o'clock on a Sunday morning, from my understanding you should be having tea with the prime minister or something–” Sherlock waved his free hand around dismissively. “You wouldn't be here if it wasn't of national importance. So which is it? Suspected terrorist attack or a security breach?”

“That, brother mine, is something you would have already been clued in on if you'd learned how to answer my calls.” Mycroft intended for his words to be somewhat scolding but judging by how Sherlock reclined in his chair and crossed his legs he figured his attempt at exerting some sort of authority over his younger brother had failed. “Now, it's not as threatening as initially believed but still relevant enough to warrant some sort of investigation. Which is why I need you to–”

His words fizzled out at the sight of you moving to stand behind Sherlock's chair. Your stance was relaxed, comfortable, as if you felt you belonged where you stood, as some sort of watchful protector. Mycroft glowered.

You seemed unfazed and Mycroft couldn't tell which he hated more, your hand now on Sherlock's shoulder or the fact that his brother was smirking because of it.

By some miracle, he managed to make it through the rest of the briefing without giving away just how much he wanted the floorboards to open up and swallow him.

He didn't know why the sight of you both together irritated him so much but by god was it getting under his skin. The glances you shared that Mycroft knew had hidden meanings behind them. How his brother, who needed a week's recovery in his room after any social interaction, preened under your touch. The youthful look in his eyes, the boyish smile. It was somehow painful to look at.

Mycroft could still recall when he was the only one that could placate his brother. When they were children, spending hours in their garden estate, finding insects and frogs and recalling their Latin names. Anything to keep their brilliant young minds entertained. He remembered how Sherlock would light up with each new nugget of information Mycroft gave him. Even into their teenage years, he was the one Sherlock trusted, the one he looked to for help and guidance. It had always been him.

But now, now there was you.

He had you to confide in. To talk to. To irritate with a tirade of useless facts that anyone else would think irrelevant. He had you to look out for him and comfort him and Mycroft couldn't understand why this was angering him so–

Oh.

The notion that his little brother had, in fact, grown up and didn't need him anymore came as a very unwelcome realisation. Mycroft had the sudden desire to leave the flat as promptly as he could.

“Well,” he cleared his throat. “I should be getting on. I trust you'll fill me in on your findings?”

Sherlock groaned, in agreement or dismissal it was hard to tell.

Mycroft, who now wanted nothing more than to leave, turned to make his way to the door. “Good day, doctor Watson.”

John nodded, not failing to notice the change in Mycroft's stance.

‘He's copped on then.’

Partially because of your closeness to the door and partially in an attempt to rectify whatever you'd done to wrong Mycroft, you moved to show him out.

He passed you silently but as you stepped back to close the door, he stopped you.

He seemed uneasy, an emotion that looked unnatural and foreign on him. His nerves were infectious and you quickly found yourself growing anxious, expecting him to gift you with some horrific piece of information to pass on to Sherlock to save him from dealing with the mess of telling his brother himself.

His actual request was something much softer.

“Take care of him, will you?”

It took a few moments for you to blink away your surprise. As confused as you were, you nodded all the same.

“Of course.”

Mycroft responded with a nod of his own, offered a surprisingly genuine smile and then turned to leave. He'd descended the stairs entirely by the time you finally closed the flat door.

“What was that about?” Sherlock asked nonchalantly.

You shook your head. “Absolutely no idea.”

John took a sudden interest in his newspaper in an attempt to ignore just how hard he was biting his tongue.

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lilmoonbunny · 5 months

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Denial; Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft only seeked you out to deduce you (aka, how Mycroft realised he liked you).

John and Sherlock were, without a doubt, the loudest neighbours that Y/N had ever had.

Gunshots at God only knows what hour, constant stabbing, banging, and so on. Despite this, she still considered them dear friends and the best neighbours that she had ever had. Sure, they were weird and loud, but they were also kind and genuine, at least for the most part. Alongside this, they also appreciated her baking, especially after long cases.

A gentle knock sounded on the door the 221B catching the attention of three people.

“You can come in, Y/N,” Sherlock called from behind the door, greeting the woman with a nod before turning his attention back to Mycroft whilst John smiled at her.

“Hi, Sherly. Hi, John.” She smiled at the two friends before turning to the older Holmes brother. “Hi, Mr Holmes.” Y/N greeted him with a smile. Although she hadn’t met him before, it wasn’t difficult to deduce who he was; the expensive suit and the fact Sherlock was glaring at him gave it away.

“Sherly?” Mycroft spat, grimacing at the nickname given to his brother. “Who on Earth would you let call you that?” He asked.

“This is Y/N, our neighbour. What have you brought for us today? I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” The sweet smile Sherlock gave to the woman made Mycroft feel ill. He had no clue who this woman was and absolutely no idea why they seemed to be this close.

“Chocolate cake, sugar cookies, and love.” She joked, beginning to laugh at the way Mycroft audibly gagged. “I’m only kidding. No love.”

“I should certainly hope not,” came Mycroft’s response, one which simply made her laugh again.

“Are you jealous, Mycroft?”

“Because of the cake, he is.” Sherlock interrupted, waving Myrcoft off. “No, I won’t take the case. You can leave now.”

“This is an urgent matter, brother mine.”

“Don’t care.”

With a groan and a roll of his eyes, Mycroft lifted himself to his feet and prepared to leave.

“I’ll leave these with you, just in case you change your mind. Goodbye brother mine. John.” The hesitation was obvious on Mycroft’s face, despite how well he typically hid his emotions, as he faced Y/N.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Holmes.” Y/N smiled sweetly, earning a simple nod from him before he left.

Sherlock, who had leaned to grab the tub of baked goods from the woman’s hands, rolled his eyes as Mycroft left and immediately began to eat.

It wasn’t long until Y/N’s entire life had been researched.

There wasn’t much there. No criminal record, a few jobs, occasional moves, but no sign of her posing any danger to Sherlock and, by association, John. However, the way Mycroft felt upon seeing her was unusual, so he decided to do his own investigation.

“Morning, Mr Holmes,” he was greeted before he reached the empty counter. “Welcome to my bakery! Would you like anything?”

“Just a coffee, please. Black.” Mycroft nodded, not returning the smile she had given, despite the odd feeling it gave him. She was evil and he would prove it to Sherlock.

“Coming right up! Take a seat wherever you’d like, and I’ll bring it over.”

As Mycroft occupied a seat, he took a moment to properly assess the woman making his drink.

She didn’t seem threatening: a content smile on her lips as she prepared his coffee, humming a quiet tune that he barely picked up on. In fact, she didn’t seem out of the ordinary at all, but the feeling when he first saw her – a feeling Mycroft couldn’t explain – had him needing to investigate her further.

“Here you go, Mr Holmes.” Y/N said, placing a hot coffee and chocolate cake on the table in front of him. “Sherlock mentioned that you like cake, so I grabbed you some. It’s all on the house.”

“Why?”

With a small laugh, she responded without hesitation. “You’re Sherlock’s brother.”

How odd, Mycroft thought to himself. She doesn’t even know me and she’s giving me things for free…

Despite his thoughts, Mycroft simply nodded, watching as she took a seat opposite him. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s quiet today so I figured I’d try and keep you company the best I can. I’m sure you have better company than me, though.”

“I don’t mind,” he replied before even thinking. It was safe to say that he didn’t enjoy the way his chest felt whilst he watched her smile.

Maybe she’s a witch? No, don’t be stupid, Mycroft. They don’t exist.

“So,” Y/N’s voice broke the man from his thoughts. “It’s a funny story how me, Sherlock, and John met. I was actually working and Sherlock bursts in demanding to talk to me. My baking stuff had been found at a crime scene and he thought it was me!”

“How interesting.” Came Mycroft’s blunt reply, even if he was intrigued.

“You listened to it, so you must care, even just a little bit. I think that’s a win for me!”

Mycroft couldn’t help the tiniest smile that crawled onto his lips, but he internally prayed that nobody noticed it, especially her. She, however, seemed oblivious to the movement, simply staring over his shoulder and out of the window.

“Anyway, what was he like growing up? Was he like he is now? Blunt and rude?” Y/N asked with a giggle.

“He wasn’t, actually. He was rather sweet. He liked playing pretend with his friend; he always wanted a dog too.” Came Mycroft’s reply. “His favourite thing was pirates.” He said with a fond look in his eyes. Sherlock wasn’t going to be happy when he found out that he had told her, but he couldn’t resist answering her question.

Mycroft watched closely as the woman in front of him grinned, the bright and happy smile a nice contrast to what he was used to whilst working with the government. He couldn’t help but smile back, noting how her smile widened further as he did so.

“That’s sweet. I couldn’t imagine that, to be honest,”

It was time to ask the question that was on his mind. “Are you attracted to Sherlock?”

“Sherlock?” Y/N said, bursting into laughter. “No, absolutely not. He’s more like an annoying older brother. Same with John. We’re just friends, and, well, neighbours too.”

Confusion spread over Mycroft as she felt the weight on his shoulders lift at her words; she was telling the truth.

“How is she?” Sherlock asked the moment he answered the phone.

“How is who?” Mycroft’s voice sounded through the device.

“Y/N,”

“Why do you assume that I know?”

“It’s obvious you were there earlier.”

“…”

“Well, that and Mrs Hudson told us.”

“Of course she did.” Mycroft said with an involuntary roll of his eyes.

“So, how was it?”

“It was fine.”

“You like her then?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, you went to see her. It’s quite obvious, Mycroft. Come on, I thought you were smarter than that.”

Mycroft simply put the phone down.

He did not like her.

The next time that Mycroft came across Y/N was when it was raining.

He hadn’t wanted to seem ‘creepy’ by seeking her out again for more investigations and deductions, so he simply waited. She was friends with his brother, it wasn’t like their paths wouldn’t cross at some point. Besides, he didn’t want Sherlock to think that he liked her.

“Raining real bad tonight, isn’t it?” The driver spoke to Mycroft. He was new, so Mycroft couldn’t exactly blame him for attempting some type of conversation with him; it was still annoying, though.

Anthea, looking up from her phone was what caught Mycroft’s attention. “I feel bad for her.” She said, nodding towards a soaked woman. It only took Mycroft a moment to realise who it was.

“Pull over,” he stated bluntly, grabbing his umbrella. He simply ignored the look he was receiving from his assistant.

It had been a long day filled with rude customers, and to make it worse, it was raining, and she had forgotten her coat. Today couldn’t be going any worse for Y/N.

Shivering wildly and soaked to the core, Y/N huffed, watching the way her breath instantly evaporated; it was clearly below freezing, but she held out hope that the rain would stop and she would be home soon.

Her hope seemed to pay off, though, since she could no longer feel the rain. As she looked up at the sky, she spotted a familiar face.

“Mycroft?”

“Y/N.”

“What are you-“

“Get in.” He said, pointing towards the car before wordlessly leading her towards it, still holding the umbrella above her, even if he was getting wet.

“You don’t have to, Mycroft.” She said as he ushered her in and shut the door behind them both. “I mean, I’m soaking your car!”

Mycroft, who could feel the heat on his cheeks from their proximity, simply shook his head. He was too focused on the way her leg was pressed against his as she sat between him and Anthea who stared at her phone with a small smirk.

The ride was void of conversation, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, the only noise was that of Y/N shivering.

After a moment of hesitation, Mycroft shrugged off his jacket and handed her it. “Here.”

There was no chance of refusal, Mycroft wouldn’t allow it, so with a quiet ‘thanks’, Y/N popped the jacket over her shoulders. He just found the chattering of her teeth annoying, was what he told himself.

As they arrived at the flats, Mycroft followed her out of the car.

“Thank you, Mr Holmes.” She said as they stood on the door of her flat.

“Mycroft is fine, Y/N.”

“Thank you… Mycroft.” She said with a small smile before bidding him a goodnight.

“I see you gave her your jacket,” Was all Sherlock said as Mycroft entered 221B.

It was hard. Very hard. Harder than anything Y/N had ever experienced. Having a crush was not easy as it was, but having feelings for Mycroft Holmes was the hardest thing in the world: he rarely showed emotion, he was blunt, he was rude, but most importantly to her, deep down, he was nice.

A small sigh left Y/N’s lips as she worked on her latest batch of cookies for the morning. He was on her mind… again. It was a common occurrence by now.

“We’re not open yet, sorry!” She called over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening. As she turned around to see who it was and apologise again, a blush rushed to her cheeks. “Mycroft! What are you doing here?”

Mycroft stood there, umbrella in hand, and gave a simple shrug. “I was on my way to work so thought I would ‘pop in’ as people say.” He explained, earning a laugh from the baker.

“Modern phrases don’t suit you, Mycroft.” She teased.

With an amused shake of his head, Mycroft took a seat at the table nearest her.

“Want some cookies? They’re fresh out of the oven!”

Mycroft nodded with a grateful smile, always glad to have sweet treats. He would never turn down anyone’s desserts, least of all Y/N’s; not because he liked her and didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but because she was a good baker.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence, Mycroft gladly eating his cookies with an appreciative look whilst Y/N worked on her next batch. There was nothing awkward between them, and there, surprisingly, never had been.

“Are you not at work today?” Y/N broke the silence with a question that was bugging her. She could have sworn Mycroft had always worked this time over the months that she had known him.

Mycroft hesitated for a moment. He was supposed to be there right now but had decided to visit you before. It wasn’t like anyone could fire him for it, he was basically the British government, after all.

“Not yet,” he lied, and he was glad that he was a good liar.

“Oh, okay! I’m happy you came then. I don’t want to bother you.”

“You could never be a bother,” the words fell from his lips before he even registered what his thoughts, and he noticed the blush race up her cheeks, as did she with his.

“Thank you, Mycroft.”

As he stared at her and her rosy cheeks, a million thoughts went through his mind, but they were all related to one thing: her. It was in that moment that he realised the truth, he did like Y/N, and he had been attracted to her since the beginning; that was what he was feeling.

Oh dear…

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“Finish what I started.”

Mycroft x reader

words: 2048

google docs pages: 3

warnings: description of torture and death, trauma response, ptsd, nightmare, comfort

opening: You come back from a mission that was in another country. Something seems to have happened, since Mycroft notices you waking up to repetitive nightmares and acting odd.

AN// obsessed with him rn– reader can be any gender. Also I’m sorry if he’s ooc, It’s 2am and I wrote this while half asleep :”D!

“Finish what I started.”

It had only been a couple of weeks since you came back from the latest mission you had been sent on. This one had lasted for almost three months, and it included you having to go undercover and take down a medium size crime web. Working in this field, you had seen and experienced a lot that a normal everyday person couldn’t even imagine. These experiences had frozen you to your core, making you come off as a cold and an emotionless person. So far only a couple people had you allowed into your life, seeing the person you used to be. One of them was your partner, nowadays husband, Mycroft. You bonded with him well because of his cold persona, but it didn’t take long for the both of you to find out the true personas behind the cold outer looks. Finding some solace within each other.

After the mission was over and you had been picked up, something in you had already changed. What had been done to you and what you had witnessed was way worse than anything else from any past missions. The group was violent to even it’s own members, making you a target to the tortures they held every now and then. They would leave you alone after the beatings, without any water or food. If it wasn’t you getting tortured, it was someone else. That didn’t mean you were safe though. They made you and the others watch, and many times the tortures ended up with someone dying. You could sense the paranoia in the air from their leader, not trusting his own troops.

You had killed a lot of people because of your work, but never had you tortured someone to their death. All the kills that had been completed by you were fast, not giving the target time to suffer before officially dying. You had a steady hand and a cool mind, making the fatal shots easy for you to make. But with the latest mission, you were not allowed to use a gun to end someone. None of the others did either. You could only torture them to their limits, and wait for their screams to die down, taking that as a sign that they had officially died. There had been many times you had been at your limit to blow the cover, but you weren’t the type to give up. Knowing that the mission was nearing its end, you just pushed through even if every day disgusted you.

After the plane had landed the first thing you saw was Mycroft’s car. It had been almost three months since the last time you had seen him or talked to him, and the stress from before just kept on building up.

Walking up to him felt strange, and you knew he must have picked up that something was wrong, but he just didn’t say anything. Considerate as always. He was clever, even if he didn’t use his skills the same way Sherlock used them. With a quick greeting, you stepped in his car, closing your eyes to calm down as soon as you sat down. For once it felt safe to just sit and be, because for the past three months doing something like this had been impossible.

The ride home was quiet, only the radio making noise as it played songs silently. Not even after getting home did you speak, deep in thought. The plane ride had been long, and it was quite late when you finally stepped foot inside the familiar apartment. Everything seemed to be in the same place as it had been when you left all those months ago, but somehow the house still felt strange. Mycroft stepped in the house as well, walking past you to the kitchen. Your gaze followed him, as if your mind was automatically waiting for something bad to happen. Feeling your body get ready to fight and to survive made you cringe. Why couldn’t your mind see where you were? This was your home, and especially with Mycroft here no danger could get to you. Anger filled your mind because of your behaviour, and while gritting your teeth you walked into the more familiar shared bedroom.

Emotions like these were something you usually kept to yourself, but right now your chest felt tight and crying for some reason felt like a good option. You knew what you were signing up for when you started to work as an agent, but not once did you consider what your limits were. Those limits had been crossed over so many times in the past couple of months, it was no wonder your mind couldn’t handle it. And the fear of this possibly ending your career shook your very core. You didn’t react to Mycroft walking into the room as well, it was only when he turned off the lights that your mind reacted to him being there. “You didn’t want to eat?” He asked as he walked to his side of the bed, past you. You shook your head and slipped out of some of your clothes, only leaving on a t-shirt and undergarments before getting under the covers. After a while the mattress moved as Mycroft laid down as well and found a comfortable position to sleep in. Due to the darkness of the room, you didn’t know if the older Holmes had fallen asleep or if he was awake as well, but you couldn’t fall asleep.

Even though your mind knew you were safe here, your body was still ready to defend itself at any given moment. Suddenly a hand took a hold of yours, startling you. You stiffened up, almost getting up to slap the hand away, but before being able to do that you saw who it was. Mycroft’s eyes were on you, examining your reaction. “What happened?” His voice asked, a hint of concern apparent in his voice which he hid quite well. You laid back down carefully, letting the man’s hand rest on top of yours, knowing he has missed you even if he didn't say so. “Nothing, I’m just tired.” You explained, turning your back to him and trying to fall asleep. You could almost feel Mycroft’s eyes on you in the darkness until he closed his eyes.

You stayed awake for a while after that, making sure that the man was fully asleep before being comfortable enough to even try to sleep. After getting used to not being able to sleep before everyone else had been taken over by sleep, your body still couldn’t let go of the habit. Sleep was still something you knew you needed, and after trying and forcing sleep to take over you, it thankfully happened. You finally passed out, and drifted into a light sleep. You had never been a heavy sleeper, and even some of the slightest sounds were able to wake you up. Most of the time you’d just lay in bed awake and decide if the noise was worth getting up and checking where it came from, but after the mission it felt like you were even more sensitive to sounds during the night. Sleeping made you vulnerable and an easy target, due to not being able to check your surroundings. So during the mission sleeping was only possible in rare places where you felt safe enough.

Hours passed before your mind began to form a dream, a nightmare. You were right back at the gang’s base. An old lamp was hanging from the concrete ceiling, only lighting up a small section of the cold room. The members you had gotten used to seeing were there, watching you get beat up for making a mistake. They had tied your hands to a pair of ropes that were hanging from the ceiling, taking turns to keep hitting you. The world was spinning and the taste of blood was disgusting, making you keep your mouth open. You didn’t have the energy to keep your body up anymore, now leaning onto the ropes, hoping that they were strong enough to take your full weight. One of the members kicked your stomach, making your body swing back and forth on the ropes. The last hit was from a whip that came in contact with your back, making you let out a growl through your teeth. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you in pain, resisting was all you could do so they would give up. There was no energy left in you, but even without looking you could hear most of the men walk out of the room one by one, leaving you alone to hang there by your hands. Your breaths were turning into steam in the cold air as your head kept drooping.

You broke out of the nightmare, taking air in as fast as you could before sitting up on the bed. ‘Fuck….fuck..’ you kept whining quietly while leaning your palms against your face and bringing your knees closer to your body. Keeping on repeating the same word, you sat there, trying to remove the images from your mind. The sudden movements started to stir awake your husband from his sleep as well, first making him groan silently before opening his eyes. It was only then when you realised he had woken up that you went quiet, only leaning to your hands in the darkness of the room. “What- hey, what happened?” Mycroft’s sleepy voice asked as he slowly sat up as well, trying to shake off the sleep from his eyes. His movements frightened your already tense mind, making you automatically try to drag your body away from him, towards the edge of the bed. “Hold- hold still-” The man said, trying to calm down his voice after seeing the state you were in.

He got closer to you, bringing you into a tight embrace, not sure what else to do. You resisted for a moment, trying to get away from him by thrashing around. This didn’t last long though since you were already drained, and soon you gave up. “There…okay..” Mycroft mumbled while easing the embrace, feeling you lean against him. “What did they do to you?” He then asked, feeling his hand around your back, soon feeling the rashes from the whip through your shirt. “They used to have beatings.” Your voice shook the same way your body did, filled with fear and the need to let the tension go. You could feel how tense Mycroft was, clearly surprised by your reaction, knowing something bad must have happened to cause a reaction like this. “Why didn’t you inform us? We would have pulled you back immediately.” He raised his voice a little, not being able to help it. He was worried, a hint of anger in him sparking at the news being broken out to him. You hid your face away from him before speaking up again. “I didn’t want the mission to be left unfinished.” Mycroft sighed, understanding what you meant but still angered by the fact that you hadn’t called out for help when the beatings had started to happen. “We could have at least helped you.” He then replied, hand placed over the scar going across your back, tracing the top of it before stopping. “I can’t fucking sleep because of this.” You whined, finally turning your eyes to him. He didn’t say anything, but something about him told you that he understood and felt bad for what you were experiencing.

Mycroft nodded slowly. “I know, but we can see what we can do tomorrow. I’ll be there for you, but I need you to sleep.” He then said, looking directly at you. “I’ll try.” Was all you could say, feeling your chest tighten again. “Promise me?” He asked, slowly letting you go from the embrace. “You know I can’t do that.” You sighed, laying back down to take a breath. Mycroft followed your actions, bringing you closer to him. He rarely ever ‘cuddled’ with you, but over time you had noticed that he did it on his own when he noticed you weren’t doing well. You relaxed after a while, slowly starting to drift back to sleep, hoping the dreams wouldn’t haunt you anymore.

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{Sherlock Holmes X Reader} Serenade Me

A/N: something random i came up with. apologizes for the bad summary, im terrible at them😂😭 i’m also bad at titles, and yes i know serenade is more for singing but oh well😂 anyway hope you guys enjoy! (gender neutral reader)

Warnings: none

Summary: You’re bored out of your mind, so you decide to play Sherlock’s violin. He comes home to see you playing.

Words: 705

(not my gif)

Bored. That was the only word to describe how you were feeling. Sherlock and John were out on a case while you were stuck in the flat. Sherlock had you on house arrest until your finger healed. You had broken your pinky on your right hand on the last case you had joined him on, and Sherlock wasn't going to have you get hurt again. You tried to plead with him to let you come with them, but he wasn't having it.

So that meant you were stuck in the flat with nothing to do. It had been a few hours and you had already busied yourself with cleaning up a bit. You cleaned the whole flat before falling into Sherlock’s chair. You sat there for a while, not sure what you should do next. You turned and picked up the closest book. You read for a few minutes before becoming bored with that too.

You huffed loudly as you slumped down in the chair. You looked around the flat, trying to find something to do, when your eyes landed on Sherlock's violin. You eyed it for a few moments, tempted to pick it up. You thought back on the days where you used to play violin. You had started playing just before secondary school. You played all throughout secondary school and then about a year into university before abandoning it.

You continued to stare at the violin, unsure if you'd even remember how to play. "Fuck it" you muttered as you stood. You picked up the violin and bow, holding it up to your chin. You began to play, slowly remembering the things your violin tutor had showed you. After a bit of playing, you were beginning to pick back up what you had learned.

You were stood in the spot where Sherlock always played, right next to the window. You played a few songs you somehow managed to remember. You were so caught up in playing though, that you didn't hear the door downstairs opening.

Sherlock was puzzled when he heard violin music from your shared flat upstairs. He thought you were listening to one of the recordings of him playing, but he quickly realized that wasn't the case when he reached the door that was standing open. He was surprised to see you standing by the window, his violin in your hand. He smiled when he realized you hadn't noticed he was there yet. He was enjoying watching you play, but you turned and saw him.

Your eyes widened as you saw Sherlock standing in the doorway. You quickly set down his violin and bow while apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I touched your violin I just was so bored and i've been sitting here for hours having nothing to do and I thought it would be fun and I'm sorry" due to your panicked rambling, you failed to see the amused grin on Sherlock's face.

During your rambling, you had walked toward him to meet him in the middle of the flat. You stood in front of him with the apologetic look of a child who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You waited for him to scold you for touching his things again.

"You never told me you played" you were pleasantly surprised to see that Sherlock was anything but upset with you. "Well I... I haven't played in a long time. I thought I'd try it again- Wait you're not mad?"

Sherlock chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. "How could I be mad? You sounded amazing, love. I would have stood and watched you play longer if you hadn't noticed me" you smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I am sorry for touching your violin though. I know you don't like when I touch your things"

"It's quite alright. It just looks like I'll have to get you your own violin. I'd love to play a duet some time" this made you smile even wider as you felt a warmth rising up your neck and ears. "I'd love that too" you said before leaning in and giving him a sweet kiss.

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