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divinity-in-chaos · 3 months
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In light of the immense amount of love my Mycroft posts are getting, I have made some more :)) and obviously, the first is Mystrade
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ickachris · 5 months
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“If you seem slow to me, Sherlock, can you imagine what real people are like? I'm living in a world of goldfish.”
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sakshisahu · 9 months
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The Holmes family
(In my mind, Eurus does not exist. ) So this is the perfect family photo, of course we can hardly expect the Holmes brothers to smile stupidly in front of a camera.
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Isn't that Sherlock's brother or something?
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forevers-world · 7 months
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A Mycroft Holmes appreciation post.
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What a beautiful specimen of the human race. 👏👏👏
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moodboards-aesthetics · 3 months
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Mycroft Holmes & Greg Lestrade aka Mystrade
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Mycroft: So you’re dating John/Dr. Watson? Sherlock: What? No! I’m just buying him an accessory since he has terrible fashion sense. Mycroft: That’s literally a wedding ring.
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lacelynpage · 10 months
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You fall asleep in an odd spot ~ Sherlock Preferences
A/N: HELLO DARLINGS!!!! I’m SO sorry its been so long. Life got really chaotic but I trying to find time to writ more. I have missed you all sooo much. I hope you enjoy what I cooked up for today. See you all again soon hopefully lol.
Sherlock: 
Being with Sherlock involves a lot of late nights. When you're on a case the two of you can easily stay out till the sun starts to spill over the horizon. Exhaustion is your nearly constant companion. So it is not uncommon for you to fall asleep on the cab ride back to Bakers street. After your head is resting comfortably on his shoulder he will gently intertwine your fingers. Running his thumbs over your knuckles soothingly. It is one of the few truly tender things he does, and it means the world to you.
John:
Sleep isn't always your best friend. Most nights your body would, rather cruelly, keep you awake. Force you to think about your whole life till you spiraled into anxiety. John understood that struggle and would often stay up with you, making tea and sitting with you. It led to some of the deepest and more honest conversations. However, your bodies were still both achingly tired in the morning. So when John came to pick you up on your lunch break for a date one day after a particularly long night. He wasn't surprised to find you sound asleep on your desk. With a gentle touch he woke you up, telling your coworkers you weren't feeling well. The two of you spent the rest of the day together, cuddled up and fast asleep.
Mycroft:
Late hours were the norm in your house. Both of you commonly work odd schedules as contacts from around the world update you on various projects. On a bright Sunday morning Mycroft awoke to find you missing from the bed. Assuming you had simply gone to bed later and woken up early he walked down to the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was odd but not unfamiliar. You sat at the small breakfast table in the corner, head resting on the keyboard of your laptop. A few papers and a now very cold cup of coffee to your right. Gently, he woke you and ushered you into bed, calling Athena to cancel all morning meetings. The two of you needed some recovery time.
Greg:
It was cute really, well Greg thought it was cute at least, that you could never make it through a movie in the cinema. No matter how much you wanted to see the movie, every time you would drift off. Popcorn left to get cold in your lap as your head lulled back. While the end credits rolled he would nudge you awake with the most childish grin on his face, making you groan in frustration. He would always give you a summary on the car ride home, which you appreciated. 
Moriarty:
You were not one to let your guard down easily, Jim knew that. No matter how tired you were, sleeping in public wasn't an option. However, there was one exception, the plane to Dublin. Something about flying home relaxed you, made the worries and enemies slip from your mind. Softly you rest your head on Jim's shoulder and let sleep overtake you. He would work quietly, kissing your head whenever you stirred slightly to adjust. These plane rides were often the quietest moments in your life together, you both treasured them.
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aziraphalexx · 2 months
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Mark Gatiss <3
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defiant-art · 21 days
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mycroft holmes…….
3/29/24
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smilingbluetiger · 5 months
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Baker Street Talks
(Mycroft x Y/N)
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Politicians: *secretly gossiping about Holmes' partner*.
Someone: She is great. She wears practically no jewelry. She is cheap to keep in diamonds.
Everyone: *smiles*.
Mycroft coming out of nowhere: In diamonds, no. In books it's a different matter. Yes, she is indeed "great".
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divinity-in-chaos · 6 months
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Wow I’ve made more it seems. Cause hELP ME
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Also another bonus Mystrade one!!! Cause I saw this post and immediately went Oh Greg.
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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 7 months
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Whoa Baby
Sherlock and Mycroft x little sister!reader
Requested by @shinypandacherryblossom
Synopsis: you have startling news for your big brothers
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, this is kinda short.
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Rain pelted your back as you pounded on the locked door of 221B Baker Street.
“Alright, alright, don’t have a-“ Mrs. Hudson froze at the sight of you shivering at her front door. “Oh dear, hurry in.” She stepped aside to let you through.
“Thank you,” you tried to wipe the tears away along with the rainwater, but of course you didn’t fool Mrs. Hudson.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing,” you cursed the quaver in your voice. “Is Sherlock in?”
“Yes, Mycroft too, he just popped in for a case or something,” the disdain in Mrs. Hudson’s voice made clear her opinion of your oldest brother.
“Thanks,” was all you could manage as you made your way up the stairs. You thought you’d have more time before you had to deal with Mycroft, but you supposed only having to tell the news once might be better anyway.
You didn’t bother knocking, and by the awkward silence that engulfed the room you could tell you’d interrupted something.
“What are you doing here?” Sherlock inquired.
“It’s good to see you too,” you scoffed.
“What’s wrong?” Mycroft noticed your state half a second faster than his little brother, and was therefore the first to bring it up.
You were sure you looked like a mess, and it didn’t take a Holmes’ skill to notice it; you’d rushed here, in the rain, without an umbrella, and you were sure that your tears still left a visible trace on your face.
“I-I need to talk to you guys,” once again you hated the quaver in your voice as you took a seat on Sherlock’s couch.
“We’re in the middle of something,” Sherlock said indignantly.
“It’s important,” you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument.
“Tell us then,” Mycroft urged.
“Would you sit down, please?”
Sherlock was already seated in his chair, and Mycroft hesitated for a moment before going to John’s chair and sitting.
“Now, what could possibly be so earth shattering?”
“W-well…” you struggled with where to begin. “You remember Y/BF/N?”
“Your boyfriend?” Mycroft nodded. “Of course, what about him?”
“You interrupted us to tell us about a breakup?” Sherlock’s annoyance was evident as he stood.
“How did you-“
“Your appearance is fairly self evident. Is that really all there is?” Mycroft asked, and you could tell his impatience was growing as well.
“No,” you insisted, and with a sigh Sherlock lowered himself back into his chair.
“What, did he cheat on you? I could do something about him, if you’d like,” your annoyance was triggered when Mycroft’s bored tone reached you.
“It’s not just about that jerk, ok? And no, I don’t want you to do anything to him,” you took a deep breath. “He did leave me…be-because I’m pregnant.”
The silence that followed was like a thick mist that hung over the room, all encompassing and ominous.
“He doesn’t want it,” you were crying again now, and Sherlock quickly got to his feet. “H-he…” you stiffened in surprise when Sherlock wrapped his arms around you. “Sherlock?”
Mycroft looked surprised as well, but still he rose to his feet and came to stand by the two of you.
“Forget him,” Sherlock insisted. “We’re going to help you, alright?”
“I want you to stay at my place during your pregnancy,” Mycroft broke in. “It’s the safest for you.”
You felt the corners of your lips twist into a smile. Your world felt upside down right now, but at least you had two brothers to hold onto.
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sakshisahu · 2 months
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atamh · 6 months
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Why not kidnap Lestrade to a deserted parking lot so he’ll talk to you? It worked with Dr Watson. Well, it might not have worked if he had his gun with him at that time.
Kidnap? I’d never use such… unorthodox methods.
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forevers-world · 7 months
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Being married to Mycroft Holmes would include:
Your wedding was definitely an extravagant affair. He's the British government so he had the money to burn
His parents l o v e you. They never thought their son would get married and they were thrilled when they found out about the engagement
Sherlock and Eurus still find you kinda sus but that's okay
Your friends are Mycroft's friends, even though he thinks they're all "goldfish"
You're excited to brighten up your new home so the enormous house isn't as gloomy as it was when Mycroft was single
He's not to keen on the idea at first
Eventually he gives in tho
He's still getting used to being open and affectionate, but tries
He loves giving you flowers when you least expect
Jewelry too
He's surprisingly a really good kisser
He loves coming home to you
He knows he doesn't have to prove himself to you because you love him the way he is
He loves you too
And he loves telling you
"I love you"
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