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chihoshisai · 1 year

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A Lonely Flower Amidst a Garden

Pairing : Mycroft x Reader / Word count : 1254 / Genre : Fluff and lighthearted / Summary : Mycroft has been injured and stumbles unpon you.

A/N : i recommend listening to "summer" by joe hisaishi while reading this!

Legwork.

There are a few things that Mycroft disliked about his work such as cocktails - interacting with people he deemed as goldfish was no fun - the worst of them all was legwork. Being on the field, having to play an active role in operations that he would usually plan from the comfort of his office were dreadful. Unfortunately, today was one of those days. Things went south unexpectedly as he had been shot in his left shoulder. The pain was one he never felt before, as he covered his wound with the hand from his uninjured arm.

He somehow managed to get away from the scene before things got too ugly and was now walking in an open field surrounded by hydrangeas. To make matters worse, a spring drizzle of rain enveloped the area, freezing his body. Panting, he kneeled on the muddy grass ; his phone had run out of battery and he was now stuck in a flower field with no choice but to wait for Anthea to find his location. Sensing a presence, he turned his head to the left and saw you, your back turned to him, hidden behind a lilac umbrella, befitting the colors of the nearby hydrangeas.

Mycroft winced from the pain, reverting his gaze to his arm. Before he found the courage to stand back again, thinking of asking to borrow your phone, you had already approached him while putting your umbrella over both of your heads.

“Are you alright?” You asked him before seeing the injury on his arm.

“Well as you can see-” Mycroft was cut short due to the fact that you had now crouched to be around the same level as him, resting the umbrella on your shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Taking out a handkerchief from your pocket, you quietly whispered “stay still.”

As Mycroft saw the fabric, he hesitantly moved his hand. You wrapped the cloth delicately on his wound.

“There, it’s nothing much, but I believe it’s better than covering it up with your hand.” You raised your eyes to look into his, giving him something that faintly looked like a smile.

“That was quite kind of you, thank you.” You stood up, still shielding both of you from the rain.

“There is a small hospital not far from here. I can take you there if you’re interested?” In turn, Mycroft also stood up agreeing to have you lead the way. So you did, you walked next to him holding the umbrella. For a while, nothing could be heard but the sound of the rain hitting the flower field. Not wanting to inquire Mycroft about his situation you tried making conversation on another subject

“The flowers are quite pretty at this time of the year. Shame it has to rain today.” Mycroft glanced down at you.

“Indeed, I also would have wished to have walked upon such a place in much better conditions.” You lowered your gaze to the ground, “so would I.”

Many questions floated in Mycroft’s mind. You being here, was it a coincidence or was there another reason for this? Were you really taking him to a hospital? Allie or foe? He had never seen you before, but as he was in a vulnerable position, and you didn’t seem harmful he had no choice but to blindly trust you. In any case, if you would dare to try anything, he was convinced he could manage to escape you like he did earlier today.

“In normal circumstances people would have called an ambulance, why didn’t you?” He inquired, trying to deduce any clues about your intentions.

“An ambulance is unable to come this deep in the garden. They would need to carry you back. In my opinion it’s inconvenient for you and for them. Plus you seem to be able to walk just fine so what’s the harm?” You blankly say. You did not bother looking back at him either, focused on the path before you.

“Fair enough.” Mycroft did not discern any ill intentions from you therefore decided to press no further.

“Plus, this is the least I can do. I can’t just leave an injured man all alone in a flower garden in such weather.” I do not need another reason to hate myself, you thought to yourself bitterly.

These last words made Mycroft take a slight bit of interest in you. He scrutinized you ; you seemed neither happy nor upset by the rain, while giving off an air of sorrow. Your eyes arbored no light, as if something was displeasing you. Yet, you were still strangers. It was not his place to ask about your personal life.

“What is your name?” Mycroft tried to prevent the silence from falling back between you.

“Let’s see… Mary Poppins.” This time, you looked up at him, a vague smile on the corner of your lips. Despite your flat response Mycroft couldn’t help but laugh.

“Very well, so you shall be.” He understood your wish to keep your identity a secret and didn't press further. Appreciating the fact that you also didn’t inquire about his identity and circumstances. Before long, the two of you reached the hospital, both getting in.

“Thank you for your help, you’re free to go wherever you wish now.” He felt his heart clutch at those words, catching himself wanting to spend more time with you. You weren’t annoying, over talkative or too energetic. Despite your gloominess, he liked your knack for humor, was grateful for your kindness to bring him here and most importantly was drawn by the mysterious identity that you made for yourself. Of course, he could easily find all there was to know about you thanks to his minor - yet most important - position in the british government, but somehow he wanted to discover it all by spending time with you. For once, he wanted to try doing what the common people did. Getting to know each other.

“My job is not completely over, I'm afraid. You are not medically treated yet. Until then, I shall remain and make sure you get the treatment you deserve.” You remained expressionless, but a hint of concern could still be heard in your voice.

“Alright, suit yourself.” Mycroft smiled at you, somewhat feeling relieved. Soon after, he was making a phone call, as you patiently waited for him in the waiting room, your umbrella soaking the floor in front of your shoes. He came to you, making sure to show you his bandaged arm.

“You seem much better, I’m glad.” You creeped an awkward smile on your face, but soon returned to your resting face.

“My ride should be here any minute now. I cannot thank you enough for all you did. May I call you a taxi? ” Mycroft looked at you, dreading the end of this encounter.

“It was nothing much. Anyone would have done the same. But I see, may you get home safe, free of danger. No need for a taxi.” Both of you stood near the entrance of the hospital, side by side looking at the grey scenery made by the rain. Far too soon to Mycroft’s liking, his usual black car came. You saw him off, feeling he was disheartened, before his chauffeur closed the door, you couldn’t help it.

“I hope we meet again. Perhaps on a rainy day. I would like that.” For a split second, Mycroft saw a glint of hope in your eyes, but you had already opened your umbrella and walked away before he could reply.

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A/N : will make a part 2 !

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anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek · 2 years

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WRONG PERSON (Mycroft x Reader)

(A/n: I'm very new to this, I'm sorry if Mycroft is a bit OOC)

Tags: @flynnsonlyfans @sourgrapes-aa @eggzandshit

When I opened my eyes, I saw two blurry figures whisper shouting at each other. I blinked a few times to clear my vision and saw a tall curly-headed man wearing a violet dress shirt and black trousers and a slightly shorter blond man wearing a beige jumper and jeans. I woke up to the voices of two people shouting, and I discovered that my hands are tied together and my feet are tied to a chair. I also discovered that I have a terrible headache.

Since they were unaware that I was awake, I overheard some of their conversations. The blond man said, "It's not a great idea to abduct a possible lover of the most dangerous man, Sherlock!" and the man with the curly hair replied, "They're not a possible lover of Moriarty, they are his lover," Sherlock added, "Why else would he bother hiding all their information?"

"Who's Moriarty?" I asked to catch their attention, they turned to me startled "you don't know Moriarty?" the blond man asked, I nodded my head no "Sherlock, they don't know who Moriarty is! we abducted the wrong person! have you lost your mind?!!" the blond man whisper shouted, sherlock looked at me in confusion "if they aren't Moriarty's lover then why are their information hidden so well?" he said,

"They're not the consulting criminal's lover because they're mine, dear brother," someone interrupted. I turned to the door and saw Mycroft the man I've been dating for 6 months, dressed in my favourite navy blue suit

"How did I miss this?" sherlock wondered.

"You're dating Mycroft?" the blond man asked, and I just nodded yes in annoyance.

"Why is that so perplexing to you, Dr Watson?" Mycroft inquired.

"Can y'all stop talking about who's dating who for a second and untie me?" I asked sardonically.

"It's not fun being tied to a chair, especially if you have a splitting headache," I added. Dr Watson apologized and went to untie me.

"Thank you," I said, rubbing my wrist as I noticed the two Holmes brothers arguing. "Are they always like this?" I inquired, "every now and then yes," he replied, turning to the Holmes brothers, and I nodded in response.

I took a deep breath and whistled loudly with my index and pointer finger to get the boys' attention. "Are you children done yet?" I hissed, and the Holmes brothers abruptly stopped bickering. John then turned to me impressed "how did you do that?" He whispered to me, I just shrugged

Sherlock then suddenly looks at me and Mycroft rolling his eyes at what antics his brother is about to do, "He's gonna do "the tell your story in one glance" at me isn't he?" I whispered to John, and John nodded in response

"computer engineer, has a very low self-esteem, not in a good relationship with their family, intellectual-" sherlock started "Brilliant" Mycroft interrupted "what?" Sherlock asked "their intelligence is brilliant" Mycroft stated, I blushed at his word

Sherlock remarked, "very clumsy person showing by their fresh papercut on their hand, and a bruise on their elbow, has a pet dog." I laughed at his last remark, and he looked at me perplexed. "I don't have a pet dog, Sherlock, I always pet the neighbours' dog whenever I pass by it. And beside Mycroft won't let me have one," I murmur the last part

Because Y/n can cook and bake, Sherlock added a side comment about Mycroft's weight, and Mycroft added a deduction about his beloved. Sherlock then continued his deduction.

"I must say brother mine they're a keeper, are you sure you didn't pay them to date you," I threw the nearest item I first had, a pillow, and hit him in the head; he then looked at me bewildered, John laughed and Mycroft snickered, "what was that for?" Sherlock asked, throwing the pillow back to the couch, "but nice aim," Sherlock said with a smirk.

"I approve of them, Mycroft, they seem to have the patience to handle your mood swings and iceman persona, at least because they're here you won't be bothering me," Sherlock said

"I've never needed your permission for my personal matters, brother mine," Mycroft said as he approached my side and examined my wrist, as well as the previously mentioned papercut and elbow bruises.

"yes, however, you may use my judgement as you see fit. both of you."Sherlock said then told me all of Mycroft's flaws such as his weight's insecurities and the way he uses his position in the government to spy on people, "are you done, Brother Mine?" Mycroft interrupts Sherlock's story about a person at Bart's that dated the dangerous man that he thought I was dating

"if you don't mind, we will be off," Mycroft said picking up my coat and helping me wear it and picking up my bag that was on the couch, I said my farewell to Sherlock and John and went downstairs with Mycroft

Mycroft opened the door for me and help get in the car, he went inside on the other side and then tap the window 3 times to signify the driver to start the vehicle

I was contemplating what Sherlock had said as I stared out the window when I felt a hand on my knee. I turned to see Mycroft and he was already looking at me. I smiled at him and entwined our fingers together, and he squeezed them and smiled back. I sat closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder and slowly fell asleep as he kissed my head.

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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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strangesthirdeye · 2 months

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Mycroft: come on, Y/n. Now it's my turn to take care of you.

Toddler Y/n : *looking at Mycroft while tightly hugging the otter doll complete with coat and wearing a deerstalker and scarf around its neck* No.

Mycroft: what do you mean no, little sis?

Toddler Y/n : no means rejecting or canceling an act or speech that-

Mycroft: I know what 'no' mean, Y/n. *frustrated*

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sakshisahu · 10 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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forevers-world · 7 months

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A Mycroft Holmes appreciation post.

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

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himegureisu · 2 months

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1 | the Woman

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

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

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

Gaining weight again?

Losing it, in fact.

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

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

“Mycroft?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, do tell then,”

“I’d rather show,”

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multific · 16 days

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Destiny

Mycroft Holmes x Reader

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

Destiny.

A simple word yet it held so much power.

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

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

A true love story.

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

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

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

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

In many ways, you thrived in your life.

Expect your love life.

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

Until you met Mycroft Holmes.

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

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

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

You blamed Stockholm syndrome for your feelings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you eat?"

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

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

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

He paid attention to you.

And you realized your feelings for him were real.

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

But little did you know, he felt the same.

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

He wasn't ready for a rejection.

Yet, your rejection never came.

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

Not when he kissed you.

Instead, he let you guide him.

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

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

But he also didn't reject it.

He embraced it.

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

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

But it was your destiny.

And you were okay with it.

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Last Updated: 2023-02-04

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Summary: "A case of mistaken identity gives Mycroft an unexpected dining companion on Valentine's Day."

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A Lonely Flower Amidst a Garden

Chapter 2

Pairing : Mycroft x Reader / Word count : 1395 / Genre : Fluff and lighthearted

A/N : I recommend listening to "everyday is a gift" by Yuki Kajiura (it's quite short so put it on repeat!) / you can find Chapter 1 here / the amount of time I spent looking up pastries let alone furniture name is embarassing oops / i'm turning this into a full fic so there will be more parts :)

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You remained as a simple yet pleasant memory in Mycroft’s mind as the young lady he met on a rainy day - Mary Poppins - surprising himself by watching the movie that same night. From time to time he found his mind wandering back to this day, replaying the conversations over and over. However, time can be evil. It didn’t take long for him to fall back into his work routine whilst dealing with the stunts his brother Sherlock pulled here and there.

That day, Mycroft sat in his office, taking a look at a flyer advertising a limited edition of multiple exclusive bavarois’. Under normal circumstances, he would have tasked Anthea to fetch it for him, not being fond of frequenting such places. Though, as it was a high end tea room, he convinced himself that it wouldn’t be too bad. He would simply have a tranquil afternoon tea after work and leave. On his way, the already ashen sky of London started to darken even more. It seemed as though rain was on its way.

As expected, the line was quite lengthy. Mycroft didn’t need to concern himself with the way of the common people - waiting in line - as he exited his car, making his way towards the entrance. At this moment, you came running, a look of desperation on your face, being late to an event you had been looking forward to for so long, dreading the long line that was ahead.

“Why did matters at home had to take so long?!” You complained without noticing the man that was currently stepping out of his car. You abruptly stopped in your tracks, almost bumping into him.

“I’m so sorry.” You glanced at the tall figure standing who, also taken aback, shot an annoyed look in your direction before his expression changed to that of surprise. At this moment, the feelings Mycroft felt on that rainy day came back to him. Curiosity. There you were, standing right in front of him, looking just as startled.

“Well, hello again. Fancy meeting you here.” Mycroft couldn't help but give you a warm smile. Suddenly getting to know each other didn’t seem entirely impossible.

“Ah… yes.” You hadn’t forgotten him, but didn’t feel thrilled to see him again. After all, it was naught but a chance encounter. Given the circumstances in which you met, you would have done the same for anyone. You turned your head away, fiddling with your fingers, looking at the fancy tea room exterior, remembering what you were here for. “Are you also here for the limited edition bavarois?” You inquired, slowly pointing towards the property.

Seeing as you were not returning the same energy as him, Mycroft suddenly felt himself becoming a little disheartened. Well it had been 2 months since your last encounter so it was to be expected.

“Indeed I am. If you’d like, you could enter with my company so as to avoid this tremendous line. It just so happens that I have a special VIP access to the event. Unless of course, you would like to wait in line?” He made his way to the door, opening it while giving you a look so as to know your answer. You did not waste a second and followed him inside to the many grunts and protestations of the people who had to wait.

A chandelier was hanging from the ceiling while the place looked extravagant in velvet colors. You learned his name as he presented himself and his reservation to the reception, not thinking much of it. VIP rooms were upstairs, as you followed Mycroft. “Looks like we both have something in common.” You said from behind him as a matter of fact. Mycroft smiled to himself before turning his head in your direction. “It appears so.” You both entered a square shaped room that had two chesterfield sofas with a freshly polished knee high wooden table and various yellow lights arborhing the walls.

You both sat down as the menu was brought to you. “Order anything you like. It’s on me, as thanks for last time.” He gave you a polite smile. You curled your lips into something that resembled one while uttering a thank you.

You looked at the menu seriously, pretending to decide between the 5 bavarois flavors offered. You already knew which one you wanted ; the problem was that you could feel Mycroft’s stare at you. Used to such behavior from people, you decided to ignore it. To Mycroft, in this lavish room something stood out to him. You didn’t seem out of place. In fact you seemed to fit right in, as he took a closer look at the pale red knee-length dress you were wearing, the ankle socks and Mary Jones shoes, he realised that everything was expensive. You didn’t seem bothered by the extravagant look of the room either. You weren’t part of the popular mass and that intrigued him more. Which part of high society did you belong to? He was itching to know.

“Have you decided?” You raised your eyes from the menu, wanting to put a stop to the scrutinizing.

“Indeed I have, it will be chocolate for me. You?” Mycroft closed the menu, having already decided from the start too. “Strawberry for me.” As usual, your manner of speaking was flat. Both of you ordered, and your dessert came almost as soon as the waiters left with your orders.

“How is your arm? Healed by now I suppose?” It was the only thing you could possibly think of. You were almost inhaling your bavarois as you spoke - almost as if you were eager to finish it - giving furtive looks to Mycroft from time to time.

“Very well thank you.” He paused, evidently taking notice of your eating behavior, and feeling more and more curious as to why you were in such a hurry. “Will you tell me your name this time?”

“Oh yeah, it’s… Strawberry Shortcake.” You took another bite of your strawberry flavored bavarois intently keeping eye contact whilst silent fell for a moment. Mycroft couldn’t help but scoff at this. Seeing as you were trying so hard to keep your identity a secret made him eager to know it all the more. You on the other hand were quite confused by his reaction. You didn’t think of yourself as funny, but trying to make sense of people’s reactions was no concern of yours anymore.

Rain started splattering the windows of the yellow lit room. You longingly looked at it, realising you didn’t bring an umbrella in your rush to get here. “I should get going.” You stood up, having finished what you came to try and feeling satisfied with it. Food truly tastes better when it’s free and even better when it’s shared in company.

“So soon? We’ve only just got here.” Mycroft seemed a little distraught by your sudden departure.

“Yes, I must go. Thank you for today. It’s been a pleasure.” You made your way to the door and clutched its handle. “We’ve met two times by chance now and third time’s the charm they say.” You turned your head to look back at him. “If this is fate and not a coincidence, I shall tell you my name on our third encounter.” You opened the door and left without even hearing his reply.

Mycroft sat there. Speechless and caught off guard. You were so mysterious, unwilling to open up - albeit the fact that you were still strangers - yet there seemed to be more about you than meets the eye. At this moment, Mycroft wanted to return to his office and search everything there was about you but settled himself. A third encounter. A third encounter was all he needed and sure enough, it didn’t take long for it to happen.

2 weeks later, one of the most prominent families in the country was holding a party. Mycroft being ‘a part of’ the government was forced to attend much to his apprehension. As he entered the mansion, you were there, standing next to the other members of that family, greeting guests as they entered with your usual flat tone and blank expression. In due time Mycroft stood before you. Your vacant face became one of astonishment, as he greeted you with his usual smile. You failed to reply for you did not believe in fate.

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MYCROFT X READER CollegeAU (part 1)

(A/n: this was an idea that @flynnsonlyfans and I thought about and thank you to @psychosociogentleman for helping me with some info, Love you both <3 and I'm not sure when I will post part 2 so if you have any ideas for part 2 please dm me)

Word count: 3758 (very proud of this)

Tags: @sourgrapes-aa @emaster875 @sherlockwatsons @eggzandshit

(Y/n - Your name, L/n - Last name, Y/n/n - Your nickname, F/c - Favourite colour, S/f/c - Second Favourite colour)

[the age difference between Mycroft, John and Sherlock is changed for the plot so Mycroft: 22 Y/n: 22 Greg: 22 John: 21 Aileen: 21 Sherlock: 20 Molly:20 ]

It has been our desire to travel to England and study there, and that dream finally came true when my best friend Aileen and I received scholarships for college there.

We are on our way to the principal's office to get our class schedule and dorm room key

"I hope we're roommates," Aileen murmured as she wheeled her suitcase and coat after her.

I said, carrying my bag with my possessions and my coat on top, "I hope so, and I wonder if their library is large."

As soon as we reached the principal's office, Aileen knocked on the door and entered, and I followed suit.

"Good Morning Ms Lawson and Ms L/n, Welcome to Oxford University," Mrs Richardson said.

She handed Aileen the two envelopes and added, "Here are your schedule, dorm key, and dorm number."

"Every day from 12.30 to 1.30 p.m., lunch is provided. A typical lunch menu consists of three courses. Most evenings, dinner is served starting at seven o'clock. A vegetarian option is always available, and we can accommodate most dietary preferences", she said, while Aileen passed me the envelope bearing my name.

While Aileen performs the majority of the talking, I simply nod and observe their interactions. Finally, we left the office and headed toward the dormitory.

"Which dorm are you in? My number is 272," she replied as she looked through her itinerary, and I grimaced as I opened my envelope.

Aileen quickly stopped and turned to me as I said, "We're not dorm mates."

"What? What was your dorm number? She questioned, and I can already see a frown forming on her face.

I mumble with straight lips, "221."

"That's fine!" In an effort to lighten the atmosphere, she remarked, "We'll just meet up for lunch and dinner."

I responded, "I suppose," and we moved on to the building.

We arrived at my dorm, and I gave her a final hug before going inside.

The dorm is pretty roomy, with two beds, a desk at the end of the beds, and a dresser under the beds. The other bed has a dark blue blanket and the same dark pillow, and the person's desk is nicely set up with a law book on display. They have no posters up, and their side is quite minimalist.

I walked to the vacant bed and put my suitcase on top of the desk and took the sheets I packed in it and covered the bed, its f/c sheets and s/f/c blanket and s/f/c pillow sheets after I covered my bed, I went to the dresser and placed my clothes in it, my phone suddenly rang and I stopped arranging my desk to answer it.

"Hello?"I said, continuing to set up my workstation.

"Hey, bestie!" She added, "I've finally gotten to my dorm, and I made a new buddy who's incredibly sweet." I hear bustle on her side, so I assume she's setting up her desk or bed.

"We just arrived, and you already had a friend?" I shook my head and sat down on the chair after setting up my desks.

"Have you met your roommate yet" She enquired

I sighed, "No, I haven't, they aren't here."

"I'm curious if you have a female or a guy as roommates," she thought.

"I wonder, too," I remarked as I stood up and sat on the bed, placing my phone on top of it and switching to speaker mode.

I took off my shoes and said, "Anyway, I'll hang up now, I'm still jet lagged and I can't keep up with your giddiness when I'm exhausted."

She added, "Okay, sleep well, and by the way, don't forget we will look around the campus once you wake up," and I remarked that she should contact me since I will probably snooze my alarm, and then we ended the call...

I crawled under the covers and activated my notification system, as well as setting an alarm, just in case. I'm so exhausted that I nod off right away.

A few hours later, I hear the door open and close, and I presume it's my roommate. I'd say hello, but I'm too exhausted, so I went back to sleep and made a plan to say hello when I woke up.

*Timeskip*

After snoozing my alarm a few times, I was startled to hear my phone ring.

"Hello?"I murmured drowsily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Wake up, you sleepyhead!"I hurriedly withdrew the phone away from my ear as she yelled, sitting up and scratching my forehead.

I hissed, "I hate you," and noticed that the other bed was still nicely covered, so I assumed that I must have dreamed about the door opening and closing.

I went to put on my shoes after she replied, "I love you too, but get up, we have a tour to get to."

"You're outside the building, right?"I questioned as I made my way to the door after grabbing my wallet, keys, and coat.

"Yes, so please move quickly!" She cried out.

I hung up, hurried down the stairs, and put on my coat before saying, "On my way."

I spot her talking to a girl in an oxford sweater, and I presume she's the one who will show us around campus.

"I'm sorry if I'm late," I muttered as I walked over to them, trying to regain my breath after jogging down the stairs.

"It's okay, you're not late, your friend just made you rush, you're just on time," she remarked, and I scowled at Aileen, who just shrugged and grinned.

"Shall the tour begin? "Aileen enquired and put an arm around my shoulder. I jabbed her side, and she simply chuckled.

"Yes, we will. My name is Molly, by the way." She introduced herself to me as we started to tour the campus, showing us where the field is, the enormous, upscale lunchroom, where the classes are, and other things.

Currently, we are in the park enjoying some delicious food that we purchased from a stall.

"Where is the library located? I questioned while munching on a croissant that Aileen shared with me, "Because we didn't go there during the tour."

"I didn't show it because I assumed both of you wouldn't be interested," she said, adding that it's next to the history classroom.

I said, drinking a bottle of water, "Oh it's okay, Aileen clearly doesn't care about libraries, but I do."

I hear Aileen mutter to Molly, "That is accurate, you shouldn't have told them where the library is, now they will be there every break time."

"Hey! that's true, but STILL," I remarked, poking her in the side, and she chuckled.

I stood up and gave Aileen and Molly hugs before saying, "Anyway, enjoy your day. I'm off to the library."

I finally arrived at the library and it was enormous there are a lot of bookshelves and I see a few students working on the other side and a few pupils are staring at me which is odd but I shrugged it off and made my way to the librarian and grabbed a small paper on the front and a pen and wrote "Where is the law and government books situated" because I know that talking is not permitted. The librarian directed me to where those types of books are kept.

I went to the location the librarian indicated, and I could still see some students staring at me. I eventually found the book I was looking for, but as I reached for it, someone else reached for it as well. I put my hands on the book first, so their hands are on top of mine. I turned to the person and noticed the most attractive man I could have imagined having, along with the most alluring blue eyes. I quickly shook the thought out of my head.

I hissed at him and took the book, saying, "I got my hands on it first, so I'm reading it."

"I highly doubt your average brain would understand what is written on that book," he remarked, gripping my wrist that holds the book, and I attempted to ignore the tingling sensation of his palm on my wrist.

"Let me go, and my brain can understand this," I muttered, shaking his hand off, and walking up to the table.

He arrived a little while later and sat down in front of me with another book, but I ignored him and continued reading the book.

A few minutes later halfway through the book my phone vibrated notifying me that someone sent me a message, I got my phone out and I can see the guy in front of me glance up but continued reading

'Are you still in the library?'- Aileen

'Yes, Why?'- Y/n

'Dinner is almost near'- Aileen

'Ok, I'll just finish this book and meet you in front of the dinner hall' - Y/n

'Nope, I'm picking you up'- Aileen

'What? No! I'll finish this'-Y/n

'Aileen!' - Y/n

I put down my phone and continue reading; I can feel him staring at me but ignore him since I need to finish reading before Aileen arrives.

A few minutes later, someone snatched the book I'm reading, and I'm glad that I read the very last word before they took it, and that someone is Aileen.

"Let's go," Aileen said quietly to me.

I hissed, "You're an ass," and stood up, taking the book from her, moving toward the bookcase from whence I had taken it.

Aileen dragged me out of the library when I returned the book, and I could feel someone's gaze on us.

Aileen told me on our approach to the dining hall that she saw a guy staring at us, but I urged her to ignore it. When we arrived at the dining hall, we went to collect our meal, and when we finally got our tray of food, we looked for a place to eat. Aileen spotted Molly seated at a table with a grey-haired guy and headed toward them.

"Do you mind if we sit in front of you?" Aileen enquired, and Molly eagerly allowed us to take a seat before introducing the man with grey hair, whose name was Greg and who shared the same year as me. Molly and Aileen are both in their respective years.

We talked over dinner and got to know each other better. Greg is reportedly studying criminology, Molly is pursuing a career as a specialist registrar, Aileen revealed that she is pursuing a career as a lawyer, and I revealed that I am pursuing a career as a government official.

*Timeskip*

When I arrived at my dorm, I hugged Aileen and Molly goodbye before hanging up my coat. When I looked up, the same man from the library was sitting there, seeming equally confused upon seeing me.

I sighed as I turned to face him after placing my phone and keys on my desk.

"We got off on the wrong foot, I'm sorry for my attitude earlier, I'm Y/n L/n by the way," I said, waiting for his response.

He uttered "Mycroft Holmes" before returning to his book.

*Unbelievable, he's gorgeous but has a horrible attitude*

I sat on my bed, took off my shoes, gathered my pyjamas, and went to the bathroom to get dressed.

I returned to the room, crawled under the covers, turned off my nightstand, and tried to fall asleep while ignoring someone's piercing gaze.

*Timeskip*

All of my classes have concluded, and you won't believe it when I tell you that Holmes and I have practically identical class schedules, but he is still unpleasant, despite the fact that he is incredibly clever. I occasionally see him around campus, but I never see him eat in the dining hall, but I do occasionally see him in the library.

On my way to the library, I observed some Jocks gathering around someone. As I got closer, I saw that person to be Mycroft, and I caught their fist as they were about to punch him. All the other guys were shocked, but the Jock who was about to punch Mycroft was furious.

"Are you okay?' I asked Mycroft as I turned to face him. and all he did was nod.

"Leave now or I'll report you to the dean," I growled, dropping the guy's fist, and they all left.

Mycroft muttered a thank you to me as I assisted him in gathering his belongings, and we then proceeded to our dormitory.

*Timeskip*

Mycroft and I became closer after the incident, and we now hang out whenever Aileen is preoccupied with schoolwork or other friends that she's made.

Mycroft and I spent our time reading in the library, our dorm, or occasionally outside if it was quiet outside.

I am now able to drag Mycroft with me as we travel to the dining hall to have lunch.

When we eventually make it to the dining hall, we take our food trays and locate a table to sit at.

Although I can tell that Mycroft enjoys the food, I'm interested as to why he has never eaten here before. Mycroft questioned, "What's wrong? Why are you not eating?" as he looked up from his meal.

I murmured, "well, just thinking about something," and then I began to eat.

A familiar arm wrapped around my shoulder as someone unexpectedly sat next to me. Aileen questioned, "Who is this new buddy of yours? y/n/n"

When I turned to face her, I questioned, "Are your school assignments finally finished?"

"Yes, would you mind introducing me to your friend y/n?" she said.

"This is Mycroft Holmes," I said, motioning to him, "and this is Aileen Lawson, the friend I mentioned to you."

Mycroft said, "Nice to meet you, Ms Lawson."

Aileen greeted Mycroft with "Call me Aileen, and it's a pleasure to meet you too" before departing to get a tray of food for herself.

Mycroft and I carried on eating when Aileen returned a short while later to join us. We had a brief conversation and Mycroft and Aileen became acquainted.

*Timeskip*

While Mycroft and I were outside heading to the field, he suddenly stopped and approached a man with curly hair. I quickly followed and overheard their conversation.

Mycroft growled, "Why are you late? You were supposed to be here a few weeks ago!" I rushed over to calm him down, but that didn't work because the curly-haired man said, "Oh shut up and let me be," and then he left.

Mycroft followed the curly-haired man but I couldn't hear what Mycroft said, but I did notice that the curly-haired man's eyes appeared to be in pain as they parted ways. I stood in the hallway, confused by what had happened.

After I had recovered from the shock, I returned to our dorm and found Mycroft sitting at his desk reading. I went over to him and put my hand on his shoulder, and he unconsciously leaned toward me.

"He's your brother, wasn't he? you should listen to his reason before you scolded him," I replied, and he moved away from me, stood up, and sneered, "you have no right to meddle with this, so keep your inputs to yourself," he snidely muttered, and left the dorm straight after he saw the hurt in my eyes.

A single tear fell from my eye as soon as he left, but I quickly wiped it away and headed to Aileen's dorm.

I arrived at Aileen's dorm door and knocked; as soon as she answered it, I held her and cried on her shoulder, and she invited me in and we sat on her bed.

She rubbed calming patterns on my back, allowing me to cry before asking what happened. When I told her what had happened, she became enraged and wanted to beat up Mycroft, but I restrained her, and she stayed by my side instead, suggesting that we go purchase gelato, my comfort food.

Molly and she allowed me to sleep in their dorm after we returned from purchasing gelato and taking a walk in the park, and Aileen let me borrow one of her nightwear and sleep next to her.

*The next day*

I'm relieved that Mycroft wasn't there when I returned to my dorm to change after spending the night in Molly and Aileen's room. After that, I went to my lectures and he didn't sit next to me like he usually does.

I made several attempts to speak with him but he consistently gave me the cold shoulder. When I entered a room he was in, he would leave. This continued for a few days, and occasionally, I saw him and his brother bickering. I later learned that the curly-haired man's name was Sherlock.

I observed him and Sherlock talking in the dining hall one day; they weren't squabbling, and Mycroft seemed to be gentler to him; I once heard Sherlock comment, "Seems like someone abducted the brother I know," to which Mycroft gave him a look.

After a few days, Mycroft eventually came up to me and wanted to speak with me later tonight. At the moment, I'm getting ready while Aileen fuss over me.

Mycroft knocked on Aileen's door as I was putting on my shoes. When I went to open it, he was dressed in a dress shirt and pants, so I'm glad Aileen made me wear this semi-formal clothing.

After greeting Aileen, Mycroft asked, "should we?"

I responded, "We shall," and put my hand on the arm he was extending.

Mycroft guided me to a waiting taxi in front of the dorm building, unlocked the door for me, and helped me get inside.

I didn't hear him say where he wanted the driver to take us as he entered the car from the opposite side.

I questioned him, "Where are we going, Mycroft?" and he simply grinned and squeezed my hand in return.

A short while later, the car halted in front of a restaurant. Mycroft paid the driver, exited the vehicle, and came to my side to open the door for me.

He led me inside the restaurant once I exited the cab.

The host inquired, "Do you have any reservations, sir?"

Mycroft said, "Reservation under Holmes," and the host swiftly led us to the back of the establishment.

We are currently seated at a table with a lovely view of their garden.

I asked while keeping a close eye on him, "I must ask how did you get a reservation in this kind of place."

He said, "My uncle helped me obtain a reservation," and I smiled and nodded while looking at the menu.

When the server left after taking our order, Mycroft and I were left in awkward silence.

The awkward situation was put to an end when Mycroft said, "I invited you for dinner to make amends, I'm sorry for what I said, you were right, I should have listened to my brother's reasons... So will you forgive me?"

I smiled at him and took hold of his hand that was on the table, saying, "Of course, I forgive you, Mycroft."

He also smiled, and a short while after the waiter returned with our food.

We have a long conversation while eating and I learn a lot about him, including what happened to his brother and the reason he wanted to work for the government. He also learns a lot about me, including how I met Aileen, the difficulties we faced, and our desire to live in England.

As the owner of the restaurant had to force us out after several hours because we were the only patrons there, we decided to take a walk in the Park instead.

We stopped in front of a fountain to watch the water flow, but as I turned to look at Mycroft, I realized that he was looking at me instead of the fountain, and I blushed at that.

Mycroft gave me an odd look as I reached into my pocket for two coins to offer him one

He held up a coin, asking, "What's this for?"

I answered, grinning, "to make a wish."

He rolled his eyes and said, "This is silly Y/n," yet I could see the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.

I begged, giving the most puppy-dog eyes I could summon, "Just do it, please."

Finally, he said, "Okay."

After making our wish, we each count to three and then throw the coin into the fountain.

I snatched his arm and started to return to the university, but he stopped me and headed in a different direction.

I asked with a pout, "Where are we going this time, Mycroft?" He simply smiled at me and kissed my forehead, and I flushed at that.

We come to a stop in front of a building, and he leads me inside. I can see that it is a chess club, and Mycroft directs me to a table with a chess board and pieces. He helps me sit down there, and he also sat on the other side.

He was gracious enough to let me play with the white pieces while he used the black ones.

After a few minutes, I succeeded. "It's a bad move for you to let me be the white Mycroft," I teased. He gave me a playful glare and requested another match, with him being the white this time.

He became really upset after I won again a little while later.

He was furious after I defeated him again a short while later, so I proposed another rematch with the intention of letting him triumph this time.

He eventually won, although he was still agitated minutes later.

"You went easy on me, didn't you?" He complained

"What are you talking about? I didn't, I hate losing and I just lost" I feign a pout

He shook his head, stood up, extended a hand to me, and I took it. He led me out of the building, and we continued on our way back to the university.

#bbc mycroft x reader #mycroft holmes x reader #mycroft holmes imagines #sherlock holmes #greg lestrade

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lilmoonbunny · 5 months

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First Kisses; BBC Sherlock

Includes: Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Lestrade, and Moriarty.

Sherlock:

It wasn’t rare for Sherlock to come out with the strangest things, but there were times when his requests were so unexpected that one would choke.

“I need to test out a theory,” Sherlock broke the silence between himself and Y/N one day.

“…Okay?” Y/N replied simply, preparing to tell Sherlock that he can’t put a head in the microwave again.

“I require your help.”

That was odd, he rarely ever trusted someone else to help him with an experiment, not even John.

With a raised eyebrow, she responded. “How so?”

“You need to kiss me.” Whilst his words were as blunt as always, Y/N couldn’t help the way that she choked in surprise, all whilst he rolled his eyes. “It is not that serious, Y/N. I simply need to see if it solves these thoughts.”

“These thoughts?” Came her confused response, watching him as he walked towards her seat on the chair opposite him.

“That is what I said, yes. Do keep up.”

Rolling her own eyes, she stared up at the detective who had an impatient look on his face.

“I mean, okay? If that’s what you want.” He smirked slightly at her attempt to seem nonchalant at his request; he didn’t expect her to actually do it.

“I just need to see if t-“He began speaking, only to have his sentence cut short by her lips pressing against his own.

Sherlock’s eyes widened as her hand gently gripped his cheek as kissed him. He was frozen in place, heart racing, and chest heaving once she pulled away.

“Did that help?” She asked, looking up at the startled and silent man as she seated herself back where she was previously. She waited for a few more moments to see if he would respond before giving up. “Anyway, I need to get going. Tell John I said hello whenever he returns.” Y/N said as she reached the door, Sherlock still frozen in place, at least, until the door clicked, and he snapped out of his haze.

“Hey, Y/N, wait!”

John:

Despite his initial dislike for the youngest Holmes sibling, John couldn’t deny the feelings that he had grown for Y/N Holmes over the past few months. It was obvious to everyone besides the woman herself who was, unlike her brothers, oblivious to any and every sign of affection towards her.

It was just the two of them in 221B going through the latest case files whilst Sherlock attended a crime scene. He had originally asked John to accompany him, but the man refused after realising that Y/N was remaining at the flat, something at which Sherlock simply rolled his eyes, having already deduced his friends crush on his sister long before he even knew himself.

It was a trickier case than usual, hence why Sherlock had to return to the crime scene, leaving John and Y/N to search through mountains of files looking for one specific word.

“This would be so much easier if these files were all on a computer.” Y/N yawned, flipping the page over to the other side, John doing the same.

“Agreed.”

“Wait, this might be what we’re looking for!” The woman shot up onto her feet in excitement, turning the paper towards John and pointing at what she was looking at with a smile which was soon returned as he agreed.

In excitement, Y/N’s arms wrapped around John, and she pulled him in for a hug, only to pull away once she realised what she had done.

“I’m so sor-“ she began, only to be silenced by John wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into him for a moment, lips pressed against each other.

“Finally,” a deep voice sounded from the doorway, making the pair pull back away from each other in both shock and embarrassment. “Now if you two lovebirds are quite finished, what have you found?”

Lestrade:

It was odd for Greg to enjoy working with Sherlock.

Whilst he didn’t mind John’s company, Sherlock was an absolute nightmare, but their friend on the other hand, Y/N, she was wonderful and Lestrade could not get enough of her.

She was everything that Sherlock wasn’t. Kind, sweet, funny, genuine, and it came as no shock to him, or anyone else for that matter, when he began developing feelings for her. However, despite how obviously reciprocated his feelings were, the man refused to believe that she could ever like him back, even after Sherlock himself told him that she likes him too.

The two had become fast friends, having clicked as soon as they met, and a friendship with Lestrade meant coffee. All the time. Coffee was his favourite time of the day, especially if there were doughnuts involved.

“Your coffee is in the kitchen.” Y/N called as Greg let himself into her apartment, a common occurrence amongst the two, and he shot her a thumbs-up as he passed her to grab his drink.

“Thank you very much.” He grinned, taking a seat beside her on the sofa and turning his attention to the football for a moment. He knew she had no interest in the game, so why she had agreed to watch it with him, he didn’t know.

“It’s no problem, Greggy.” She teased him with the new nickname, one that always earned a blush from the older man.

“Do you have to call me that?” He muttered, both his cheeks and ears tinted red in embarrassment.

“Yep!” She smiled, pinching his cheek as he continued to stare at her, or, more specifically, her lips as she licked them.

He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he couldn’t resist. He leaned over, his hand resting on top of hers, and pressed his lips against hers, something which she gladly reciprocated.

In his panic, he abruptly pulled back before registering that she had returned his kiss and began rushing out apologies.

“I’m so so sorry, oh my God, I should definitely not have done that. I am so sorry!” He rambled, previous blush darkening as she pushed himself to the other side of the sofa, disgusted with himself.

“Greg.”

“If you don’t ever want to talk to me again, I get i-“

“Greg.” Y/N repeated his name to try and catch his attention.

“I’m just so-“

Sick of his unnecessary apologies, the woman reached out to grasp the fabric of Lestrade’s shirt, pulling his lips back onto hers, her other hand landing on his shoulder.

“There’s no need to apologise.” She whispered against his lips as she pulled back. “I wanted that.”

Greg, too confused and happy to even register what she was saying, just listened to his brain go oh!

Mycroft:

Mycroft Holmes had two soft spots, his brother and Y/N, the latter being one that he was unwilling to admit to himself, let alone anybody else.

“Morning, Mycroft,” Y/N greeted him as he entered the café, one which he was a regular at; only for her, of course, but she could never know that.

“Good morning, Y/N,” came his simple response as she brought him his usually coffee, having already anticipated his arrival; he was nothing if not punctual, after all.

Neither of you knew how your friendship had evolved into him driving you home once you finished work, but there was never a single complaint heard about it. The moment you ended up at his home, however, that was when something shifted.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, just… odd. Having never been this close to someone besides his younger brother, Mycroft wasn’t entirely sure how to act, especially when the tension in the room reached its peak and your lips ended up pressed up against the others.

It was awkward, as to be expected considering that the older Holmes had never kissed anybody before. However, the awkwardness had its own charm about it, especially when he pulled away with flushed cheeks and immediately changed the subject, ignoring what had just happened for his own peace of mind.

“Should we like, I don’t know, talk about it?” You asked him the next time he entered the café, watching him closely for any sort of reaction.

“Talk about what? Nothing weird has happened recently, nothing at all. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Mycroft rushed out, desperately praying that you were oblivious to the shade of pink that now covered his cheeks.

He had no idea how it even happened, it just… did. Myrcroft was never one for affection, or even friendships, so he didn’t know why he kissed you and even worse for him, he didn’t know why he wanted to do it again.

“If you say so,” you chuckled at his embarrassed demeanour. “Either way, I finish in an hour if you like, wanted to go for dinner or something.”

Maybe he would wait around an hour, not for any specific reason. After all, nothing weird had happened.

Moriarty:

For as long as they had worked together, Y/N and Jim had always flirted with each other.

It started off small, almost unrecognisable, but gradually grew into full-blown flirtations with invitations that were never accepted. Co-workers turned into friends, and a friendship turned into longing, it was just how the cookie crumbled.

The two stared across at one another, Y/N pushing a plate of food in front of the criminal. “Eat it, or I’ll shove it down your throat, do not test me.” She warned, although there no malice in her voice; she just wanted him to eat something for the first time in a few days.

“Do I have to?” He pouted like a young child, earning a giggle from Y/N.

“Yes!” She laughed, leaning in closer. “Or I’ll force feed you it.”

“With your mouth, I hope.”

A blush dusted the woman’s cheeks as an idea formed in her mind, one which would solve many problems, including his refusal to eat.

As she leaned in closer, Moriarty couldn’t resist the joke falling from his lips. “Ohh, are we about to kiss right now?” His words were teasing, he didn’t actually expect her to do so, but as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, he couldn’t stop his eyes from widening.

Despite his initial shock, he was quick to respond to the kiss, his hands moving to cup her cheeks and pull her closer into him, deepening the kiss whilst one of Y/N’s hands moved to his shoulder and the other to his neck.

“I suppose we are,” were the only words spoken with a cheeky smile before she pulled him back in for a kiss to shut him up.

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