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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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specialagentlokitty · 9 months

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Mycroft x reader - reminder

Hi can I request a Mycroft x reader? Just some fluff please - @marvelfunkopop101💜

Mycroft Holmes was not a man of affectionate words, or affection at all really, he didn’t like to be hugged, or to hold hands, or say how he felt.

But he showed it in the little things he would do.

He always made sure you had your favourite drink, he would always make sure you got home safe or to work safe.

He would kiss your forehead when he saw you, or when he was leaving.

But sometimes.

Just sometimes.

He would come in, like he just had, and he would get changed, and make his was over to the bed to sit with you.

Except instead of sitting, he laid down, resting his head on your stomach as he sighed softly.

Reaching a hand out, you placed it on his head, and you smiled softly at him.

“Darling?” You asked.

“It’s been a long day…”

You nodded your head, and leant down, turning his face towards you, you kissed his forehead and smiled down at him.

Mycroft smiled a little at you, and he rolled over, laying on his back, but his head still in your stomach as you gently ran your thumb along his cheek.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No, I don’t want to bore you with the events of my day, I’d just like to lay here if I can?”

“Of course you can.”

He smiled and placed his hand on your wrist, running his thumb along your skin, and you smiled, going back to watch the Tv.

He wouldn’t sat there for long, he never did, so when he began to sit up you let him go so he could.

He tapped your shoulder and you sat up as well, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulder, guiding you into his side.

And you curled into him, resting your head on his arms and he held you to his side.

There wasn’t many words needed, sometimes he just liked to sit in silence, and you didn’t mind it at all.

So, that’s what you did, you felt his fingers run through your hair, and his thumb on his other hand trail small circled into the skin of your arm.

You placed your hand on his hand and you took it from your head, holding it next to your face and Mycroft smiled softly down at you.

He was completely fascinated by you, in love with you.

“You’re wonderful…” he whispered.

You laughed softly, and you sat up.

Placed your hands on his face, you leant forward and softly kissed him before you pulled away.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.”

He kissed you once more before letting you return to laying down on him.

Sometimes he liked to tell you he loved you, just as a little reminder in case you didn’t know

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russian-soft-bitch · 9 months

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This gif gives me strong Mycroft Holmes vibes for no reason

#mycroft holmes x reader #bbc sherlock mycroft #mycroft holmes

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a-victorian-girl · 19 days

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Asshole. MH.

Bonus:

#bbc sherlock #sherlock #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #benedict cumberbatch #mark gatiss #holmes brothers #vicky gifs

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dawningday84 · 30 days

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I don't care how many newer versions of the Holmes brothers are made. These are mine. Time may have moved on and searches for "Sherlock" may bring newer actors, but everytime someone likes or reblogs one of my old posts, my heart does a little leap. The BBC Sherlock fandom still lives. People still care about these characters. They are still loved and we still want more ❤️

#bbc sherlock #sherlock fandom #mycroft holmes #sherlock holmes #mark gatiss #benedict cumberbatch #holmes brothers #steven moffat

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liminaltey · 3 months

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Sherlock Holmes and his brother Microsoft

#sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #Sherlock #sherlock fandom #mycroft holmes #Mycroft #holmes brothers #did someone already make this joke

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sevrinve · 5 months

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Holmes boys

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #sherlock fanart #bbc sherlock #fanart #benedict cumberbatch #mark gatiss #they are babies #my art #this is a redraw of a thing I did a few years ago and I’m actually quite proud of it

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loveinstreams · 6 months

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"oh no my gay angel made a bad decision" well he didn't suddenly have a psychopathic secret sister manipulating him for years through various disguises after dog related trauma made him lose all memory of her. so i think we're good

#what about the nazi zombies? those were funny and fitted to the general vibes of the show despite being bonkers #zombie mark gatiss also has more appeal to me than s4 mycroft #good omens #bbc sherlock

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poirott · 5 months

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SHERLOCK 1x01 "A Study in Pink"

#sherlock #bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #martin freeman #tvedit #userbbelcher #tvandfilm #benedictedit #sherlockedit #*edit #love how they show sherlock as this magnetic #personality that's both thrilling and confusing #and even though it's a strange situation to be in #solving a case with a man he just met yesterday #john chooses the adventure because it excites him #he's incredibly brave when most people #would be intimidated after meeting #both sherlock AND mycroft!

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muffin-n-waffle · 1 month

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#sherlolly #sherlock #bbc sherlock #molly hooper #memes #greg lestrade #mycroft holmes #mary morstan #mary watson

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elenaazra · 6 months

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OMG!!!! Mystrade shipper in me is going crazy right now. This photo made me so happy.

After so many years…

November 2023

#mystrade #sherlock #bbc sherlock #mark gatiss #rupert graves #mycroft holmes #greg lestrade #mycroft x lestrade #mycroft x greg

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lilmoonbunny · 1 month

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Balls and Questions; Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft has a question.

There was nothing Y/N hated more than attending balls, but alas, it was mandatory in her workplace. Being in the cyber security sector of the government was nothing short of exciting, at least until you factored in that the digital safety – and perhaps physical also - of the country was essentially in her hands. Socialising had never been her forte, least of all dancing, so combining the two was a nightmare which is likely why she stuck by her close friend Mycroft Holmes.

“Do we have to be here?” Y/N whispered, being careful as to not be too loud that others around them would here.

Frankly, Mycroft did not care about being heard and replied in his typical voice. “Sadly, yes. I do not wish to be here anymore than you do.”

With a sigh, Y/N turned to face those dancing, watching her friend Anthea dance with a man she had been approached by moments prior.

“I don’t know how people dance so much; I couldn’t do it.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Mycroft asked, turning to face her with a raised eyebrow.

Y/N smiled. “A bit of both. I don’t think I’d be a good dancer.”

Mycroft hesitated for a moment, seeming as though he was about to say something before turning back to facing the crowd.

Everyone seemed to be having fun except the pair stood off in the corner of the room, both praying that nobody would approach them, although, Mycroft did have a question on his mind for the woman beside him that he was not yet willing to ask.

Truth be told, he had harboured feelings - a ‘silly crush’ as Sherlock called it - for her for the last year, having worked together for three, yet no matter how many times Sherlock told him that she reciprocated his feelings, he did not believe him nor wish to approach her romantically. He didn’t believe that he could be a good partner to her and did not wish to hurt her in any form.

“Maybe we can leave early? Say I feel sick or something.” Y/N chimed in with her idea.

“That does not get me out of this, I’m afraid.”

“Just say you’ll take me home or something,”

“That would start rumours.”

Y/N smiled sadly, taking a sip from the glass in her hand. “I guess you’re right.”

“I always am,” Mycroft replied, shaking his head when Y/N turned to him with a raised eyebrow and a smile, a giggle falling from her lips.

“I’ll take your word for it, Myc,”

There was that nickname again, the one that she had been calling him for the longest time when they were alone; the one that always had his cheeks flushing. It gave him confidence, well, downing his drink also helped.

“Would you like to dance with me?” He asked, avoiding looking towards the woman, despite wishing to see her reaction.

Y/N smiled to herself. “I would love nothing more than to dance with you. And not just a single, slow dance, I just want to have fun and dance with you for the rest of the night.”

Maybe balls weren’t so bad after all.

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Mycroft x reader - just to keep you happy

Hello, I'm not sure if you still do request but um you do can you please do a BBC Sherlock Oneshot, where The reader had a rough day that they are so upset on their way home,Mycroft, Sherlock and John was all in the flat when the reader arrived and all saw that they were upset, they all thought that the reader was going to John for comfort but end up running toward Mycroft, bawling their eyes out and squeezing him tight, confusing the duo and Mycroft like have a revelation and decided that they would protect the reader at all cost That's all thank you, I love all your works💚 - @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek 💜

You didn’t know anybody was home when you arrived back at the flat, you were hoping it was going to be empty and you could be left alone.

But when you walked through the door and you found Mycroft, Sherlock and John all stood around the desk you just stared at them.

They stared back.

“Why have you been crying?” Sherlock asked.

You looked between the three of them, on the verge of tears again, and John stepped forward.

“Hey come here.” He said softly.

You shook your head and you walked forward, but you walked back him and to everybody shock, to Mycroft.

You wrapped your arms softly around him in a loose grip, and you began to cry again, and Mycroft just froze.

He looked down at you.

“I… I’m not sure what to do if I’m being honest..”

“Just hug her back.” Sherlock sighed.

Mycroft placed his hands on your back, and you hugged him even tighter, balling your hands into the fabric of his blazer.

Mycroft held you a little tighter, and when he looked up he saw John and Sherlock and left the flat all together.

Mycroft turned his attention back to you and he sighed a little bit, running a hand gently up and down your back.

“What ever has you so upset?” He asked.

You shook your head.

He didn’t press the matter, he’d be able to find out in no time after this, it would only take him a matter of minutes to figure it out.

“Alright, you’re okay.” He said gently.

He knew sometimes you got upset, but usually you would go straight to John, finding John was more suited to comforting people compared to Sherlock or himself.

This was the first time you had ever come to him.

But seeing you breaking down in tears and gripping him for dear life, in a way it hurt him.

He never understood how people could cry like this, but it hurt him to watch you cry in such a way knowing there was nothing he could do for you but just stand there hugging you.

“Oh my dear, I do hate to see you cry..” he whispered.

And he did.

Mycroft Holmes, for the first time in his life felt something he hadn’t felt before, he felt empathy.

And he felt it for you.

You were hurting, and that hurt him.

He didn’t want to see you cry again.

So, there and then, holding you tightly in his arms, Mycroft Holmes vowed he was going to keep a close eye on you and do whatever it takes to keep you happy and safe

#bbc sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock x you #bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock mycroft #Mycroft Holmes #Mycroft Holmes x reader #Mycroft Holmes x you #Mycroft Holmes imagine

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