#mycroft imagine

[lilmoonbunny]

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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[forevers-world]

A Mycroft Holmes appreciation post.

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

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[smilingbluetiger]

Baker Street Talks

(Mycroft x Y/N)

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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[specialagentlokitty]

Mycroft x reader - cakes

- Mycroft x Reader with "I recognise that you made a decision but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it" about Mycroft & cake - @mxacegrey 💜

You were away for work, and Mycroft had promised you he was going to stick to his diet, so when you came home early he stood like a deer in headlights.

You looked at him, then to the plate in his hands then back at him.

“Welcome home dear.” He said.

He moved the plate behind his back and tried to quietly set it down on the counter behind him and you rose a brow at him.

“Mycroft, darling, what’s that?” You mused.

He quickly shook his head and stepped forward.

“Nothing, nothing. How was your work trip?”

Mycroft tried deflecting the question you had asked him so you started to go along with it.

You walked into the kitchen and began to tell him about everything you had been doing while you made yourself a drink and sat down at the table.

“How’s your day been today Myc?”

“Oh yes, rather uneventful if I’m being honest. Sherlock has been quite well behaved recently.”

You hummed, nodding your head.

“And the diet? I hope it went well while I wasn’t here.”

“Yes of course darling?”

You smiled, reaching out for his hand and he walked over, placing his hand softly in yours.

You ran you thumb along his knuckles as you smiled sweetly up at him, and he gave you a small smile in return.

“My dear, darling, my love. You sir, are lying.”

Mycrofts smile instantly fell and a guilty looked washed over his face as he watched you stand up.

You walked over and picked up the plate with a slice of cake on and showed it to him before you walked over and put it back in the fridge where you found the rest of the cake.

“Mycroft I thought you wanted to do this diet?”

“I do! I do darling, truly.”

“And I told you if you want to do it no. more. cake.”

Mycroft sighed and walked over, running his hands down your arms, to your hands before he settled them on your hips.

"I recognise that you made a decision but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it"

“A stupid ass decision?” You asked.

“Sorry?”

You smiled a little and laughed softly, shaking your head as you leant up to softly kiss him.

“You can finish your cake Myc, but really if you want to stick to your diet No more.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead, pulling you in for a gentle hug.

“I promise.”

You smiled and nodded, deciding to trust him on this again.

Until two weeks later when you caught him with another cake and had to practically chase him in order to try and get the cake away from him before he could eat it

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[marvelfanfn2187a113]

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.

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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[fandom-imagines]

would anyone be interested in a full slow-burn mycroft holmes x reader fic? i have had this idea for like a week and was wondering if anyone would read it before I fully plan :)

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[neontokyoo]

Hii can I request headcanons of being mycroft’s and sherlock’s spoiled little sister?<3

Of course! This one was a lot of fun to write because I grew up with two older brothers who are huge Holmes kins, so I hope you like it. Lmao 💙

Pairing: Sherlock & Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Relationship: siblings

Genre: headcanons (does that count?)

Summary: Your the younger sister of the Holmes brothers.

Birth:

Sherlock and Mycroft weren’t very excited when they were told that they would be older brothers. Sherlock absolutely hated the idea of a new baby—afraid of having another brother—and Mycroft didn’t really mind, but he also didn’t want another brother because he didn’t want to have to deal with another Sherlock.

The boys much rather have a dog than a sibling.

But the pregnancy was different than the other two, so their parents had a strong feeling that the baby would be a girl instead.

When Sherlock and Mycroft heard about the baby possibly being a girl, they became even more excited.

They had a little babydoll that they named “Baby Pink”, and they took turns taking care of her throughout their mother’s pregnancy.

Well, until they ended up fighting over it and accidentally ripped its head off

They felt really guilty and came up with the conclusion that if they couldn’t even take care of a doll, they weren’t at all ready for a baby sister.

But when you were finally born, they weren’t able to ever let you go.

Once you were, like, nine months old, your mother had to yell at the boys to put you down and let you do things on your own.

You were never going to be able to walk or anything at this rate.

Sometimes they were caught trying to take you to school with them.

Since they couldn’t take you with them anywhere, they were constantly bragging about you to their friends.

Childhood:

The older you got, the more protective the boys became.

Whenever you went anywhere, you were always sandwiched between your brothers while they gave dirty looks to anyone who dared to look at you.

You know the “scary dog” videos on TikTok? That’s exactly what it is.

It got even worse when you started bringing friends home.

Your father had bought a Courting Candle after it was confirmed that he would be having a daughter, and, despite the purpose of the candle, your brothers would use it for the friends you bought home and purposely make the candle last five minutes.

As you can tell, Mycroft and Sherlock don’t like sharing.

Early Adulthood:

When it was finally time for your father to actually use the courting candle, your brothers did everything they could to sabotage your dates.

They were constantly being assholes towards your suitors—making snide remarks and asking uncomfortable questions, etc.—just to make them leave early.

Sometimes they’d even go as far as making the suitor look bad in front of your father just to get him to lower the candle.

Other:

Whenever you’re bored and want to tag along with someone, Mycroft and Sherlock are always fighting over who gets to take you to work.

They put someone in the hospital once just because they were flirting with you.

They’re even more protective when they take you to work. They’ll take you to work, but won’t always let you do anything for “safety reasons”.

You probably weren’t able to get married until you were, like, 23–when most girls are already courting by the age of 14-15.

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[epifaniax07]

Porque necesitaba una imagen de Sherlock y Mycroft tocando juntos.

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[malereader-inserts]

Rewiring My Heart

Fandom: BBC Sherlock Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Male!Reader Summary: There's a certain someone that's caught Mycroft's attention Word Count: 614 Request: @thisirishidiot Hi, so I would like to request a mycroft x male reader story where male reader is the head electrician and, for some reason, all of Parliament has to be rewired. And reader happens to be working in mycrofts area and so mycroft catches feelings. Maybe reader is tall and fit or maybe just good looking. You know I'm a sucker for a good flustered mycroft. Anyway I understand if you don't want to, hope have a nice day!

"Good morning, Mr Holmes."

Mycroft grimace to himself before turning around to the voice, "Good morning (Y/n), how many times have I told you that you can call me Mycroft."

You give him a smile, "I know."

Mycroft nods before slipping into his office and leaning back on his door, he sighed. It's not like he hated you, it was quite the opposite. He liked you, and he couldn't say much about other people. But, you, you were different and he couldn't figure it out. In fact, what he hated was the fact he saw you daily.

When he heard that his work base had to be completely rewired he was annoyed, after two years, the British Government had to rewire the whole building to prevent any hackers in the future. There were many men that were trusted to do the job, many had worked for the Government before so these men were to be trusted to Mycroft's knowledge.

But, you were someone else. You were the head of the operation, having worked with these men rewiring the building and with the Government. Hell, you were hand pick by MI5 for this job. You were smart, Mycroft knew this and it made his knees go weak.

There was a knock on his door, he looks up from his paperwork, "Come in!"

The door opens slightly as you popped your head through. Your eyes meet Mycroft as your eyes sparkle when you grinned at him. Mycroft cleared his throat, hastily looking back down at the paperwork. He's decided to ignore the thumping noise in his ears, if he ignores that then they don't exist, right?

"Sorry to bother you, Mycroft, I've been told that I'm working in your office today," You informed him, "Though, it shouldn't hinder you, after all, you're one of the few that does everything by hand."

"It's easier," Mycroft spoke icily, but that doesn't deter you as you slowly enter the office before shutting his door, "All that computer nonsense is too complicated."

"I could always teach ya," You say, offhandedly as you were setting up, "It's really not that complicated as you think."

Mycroft looks up to you, but he had noticed that you were focused on setting up today's agenda. He smiles to himself, feeling the burn of his cheek slowly going down to his neck, he hopes you don't look his way as he knows he's clearly blushing.

"Perhaps, I'll take you up on the offer," Mycroft said, eventually, you turned your head to him and Mycroft swears his heart stopped working for a second, "After all, you're the only one out of those men I'd trust."

"Yeah, I figured," You nodded, "It's why I offered to be rewiring in your office, I don't even trust those men."

"So, you know I trust you?"

"It's painfully obvious to know who you like and who you don't."

"Ah," Mycroft finished, cursing himself for being too obvious - he's usually better than this. And, he knows who is the cause of him not having his guard up.

"So, what day do you want to spend all day learning?"

"I thought it wasn't complicated? Why would it spend all day learning?"

"Oh, well, I was hoping to get dinner with you afterwards," You smile wolfishly at him before turning away.

"Oh," Mycroft stammers, "I'll give you a date when I am free."

"Grand, it's a date then."

And if Mycroft stopped breathing at the moment, his mind short-circuiting and his heart skipped a beat, no it didn't - he refused to admit that.

Mycroft looked back at you before looking back at his papers, what on earth has he gotten himself into?

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[chihoshisai]

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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First Date

Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Why couldn't he be more like that?

Why couldn't he show his love for you like the others?

Why did he have to be so...smart?

Mycroft claimed he had no emotions, that they were only for the weak but in reality, he had more than anyone else. He had so many fears, doubts and care hidden deep in his heart which he claimed not to have, simply because it was easier.

His heartbreak started off at an early age, in kindergarten, he used to be chubby, but when others started bullying him about it, his self-esteem quickly dropped.

Then in school, he liked a girl, a very pretty and average girl but he liked her. When he asked her out to get ice cream he laughed into his face, claiming he was a freak and moved on.

Leaving Mycroft heart shattered. After that, he just gave up and focused on his studies, and career. He became one of the most important people in Britain if not the one.

And then, many many years later, he met you.

You, a fiery individual who couldn't take no for an answer, you who tormented his brother and later Mycroft himself.

The first time you ever met embedded itself into his mind like a craving on the walls.

You were quick, sassy and very very interested. You were also smart, you followed whatever Sherlock said and understood what he didn't say.

You were, perfection.

And you showed affection and interest towards Mycroft. Flirting blatantly with the man in front of everyone. Saying things one shouldn't even think about in front of others.

Oh yes, Mycroft Holmes liked you very much.

But he was afraid and insecure, so, he kept his distance from you. Or rather, tried to.

But you always found him. And you always knew just what to say.

No matter if he was at Sherlock's or in his office. You would go in, make a comment about how amazing he looks in his suit, inevitably, make Mycroft blush just a tiny bit before continuing with the real reason as to why you were there in the first place.

Yes, you were unhinged, yes, you were brave.

But soon, Mycroft had to realize that he loved you.

He started to look forward to meeting you. He started to wait to have you in his office, he even had your favourite snacks delivered to his office to just give a reason for you to stay a little longer so Mycroft could see and hear you longer.

And to his delight, you fell for his trick and stayed in his office long enough for him to gather all his courage and ask you on a date.

And to his absolute surprise, you not only agreed but you said "Took you forever to ask Myc, of course, I'll go on a date with you! I have been waiting for you to ask for YEARS." or something along the lines.

Mycroft could barely hear anything over his pounding heart.

And the date?

An absolutely amazing experience, not really it was a disaster. Mycroft planned a nice date in an expensive restaurant but he forgot to tell you so you didn't really dress for the occasion. Then, he planned a nice walk in Hyde Park, also didn't work because the weather decided to ruin it all so at last, he got you to his home where he ordered food. He wanted to apologize, but you were so easy-going and kind, you only looked around his house, asking him about everything and anything you could touch or find.

Mycroft was at ease. He talked about the thing he loved the most, his family. Showing you pictures when the food arrived.

Mycroft hoped you didn't find the date as disastrous as he did. And he soon learned that you, did not.

Mycroft thought that not many people have sex on the first date. But he did. And how fucking amazing it was.

You blew his mind, not only were you willing to go on a date, you listened to him talk about his family for hours and then you stayed in his bed all night?

He won the jackpot, he wondered if it was considered too fast to ask you to marry him during your second date.

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[forevers-world]

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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Baker Street Talks

(Mycroft x Y/N)

Y/N *enters a room where everyone is bent over a jewelry catalog: Hey, what are you guys up to?

Everyone: *shudders

Sherlock: We're picking out an engagement ring

Mycroft: *is ready to fratricide.

Sherlock: Our friend Alex is finally moving his ass to propose to a special goldfish

Y/N: Ooo, that's nice. Can I help?

Mycroft *steps away from a heart attack: Of course...

William Sherlock Scott Holmes

Alexander Mycroft Chad Holmes

Jessica Eurus Tiffany Holmes

I thought the first names of the Holmes trio were perfect "nicknames" when they wanted to keep a secret. For example, when Alexander finally chooses a ring 💍💖✨

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Mycroft x reader - waiting for you

Prompt 79 with Mycroft x Reader - @mxacegrey 💜

79: “Why are you laid on the floor of my office?”

He had been so busy with work lately you had hardly seen him, and you knew Mycroft came in late at night, so you did the only thing you could think off.

You grabbed a pillow, blanket and laid down next to his desk, connecting your phone charger to an extension so it could reach across the room.

You had the perfect little set up, and the plan was to stay away until he came home, but that didn’t go as planned.

Mycroft sighed as he looked at the time while walking through the door, all the lights were off, so he knew you were asleep, and he decided to head to his office for a bit.

Heading upstairs, he saw light coming from under his office door and he frowned, slowly reaching out, he carefully pushed the door open and waited.

He waited for anything to happen.

And nothing did, so he peaked his head around the corner and scanned the room, and stepped around to stand in the doorway.

He could see you laid on the floor and he sighed a little, smiling softly as he walked over.

Mycroft took your phone from your hand and set it down, and he placed his hand on your side.

“Myc…?” You whispered.

“Hello love.”

You smiled and your eyes fluttered open, and you looked at him half asleep.

“Why are you laid on the floor of my office?” He asked softly.

“Waiting for you…”

Mycroft smiled softly and he laid down next to you, so you shuffled over and moved the pillow so he could rest his head on it, and covered him with the blanket.

“Surely the bed is more comfortable.”

“Wanted to stay up…”

He hummed a little, moving his hand from your cheek to the back of your head and he held it as he kissed your forehead.

“Let’s go to bed..” he whispered.

“I’m comfy..”

Mycroft laughed a little and stood up, bundling you in the blanket he picked you up and carried you through to the bedroom.

He set you in the bed, disappeared came back with the pillow and your phone and charger and put everything where it should be.

He changed and crawled into bed next to you, letting you rest your head on his chest and you smiled as you held him.

Mycroft smiled to himself and ran his hand up and down your arm, he was going to have to start coming home earlier

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The Same Page Part 8

Sherlock and Mycroft & little sister!reader

A/N: thanks for your patience while I went through a supernatural obsession (it’s still going btw). Chapter 8 is here! It’s a little short, but hopefully you won’t have to wait as long for the next chapter

A/N 2: by the way guys, I specified the reader’s name in chapter one as 17, but I think I’ll edit it out so that the age can be up to interpretation. I think a younger teen might fit the story better.

Mycroft was practically shaking with anger the whole way back to his house. You stayed silent, too scared and exhausted by the day to want to interrupt his anger.

“Where do you want to go?” Mycroft asked as he pulled into his driveway.

“The living room,” you said, as it was still too early for you to try to sleep.

Mycroft carried you to the couch. He didn’t even ask if you needed his help, he was just determined to give it.

…

“Myc?”

Mycroft turned to look at you after he’d set you down on the couch.

“What is it?”

“Are you and Sherlock…” you swallowed. “Are you gonna fight over custody?”

Mycroft stiffened. He hadn’t realized how much of his and Sherlock’s conversation you’d overheard.

“I don’t want you to worry about that,” he insisted. “I…I don’t know what’s going to happen,” he added honestly. “But I do know that there will be no repeats of today. No one is ever going to leave you alone like that, ok?”

You nodded, your hand subconsciously seeking out Mycroft’s. He took your frail hand in his and squeezed it.

“I’m so sorry,” he sighed. “I never wanted this to happen.”

You looked down at your lap.

“Me neither.”

…

“He didn’t listen to a word I said! Not that I should have expected him to.”

“Sherlock—“

“I mean it’s Mycroft, he hasn’t listened to anyone since—“

“Sherlock—“

“But we made an agreement, that we would do what’s best for our sister, and now he’s threatened to bring a custody battle into this and—“

“Sherlock!”

Sherlock stopped suddenly at John’s outburst.

“What?”

“Sherlock, you don’t get it. You think that just because you’re back, things will go back to exactly what they were.” John shook his head. “Well I was here, too, watching your sister for two years. I may not have been as involved as Mycroft, but I know enough. You treated her as though she was the same girl who left, but she’s not.”

“So you’re taking Mycroft’s side?”

“You left her alone, Sherlock. After telling Mycroft not to pick up his phone no matter what. She had a panic attack, she had to call Greg to get her. Mrs. Hudson was out of town. What do you think would have happened if Greg was on a case, and couldn’t pick up the phone?”

“So just as I said, you’re on his side.”

John groaned. “Sherlock, it isn’t about sides. I’m saying you two don’t have to fight over custody, you just have to agree about what’s best for Y/N.”

“But how can we? Mycroft—“

“We can start by actually talking it out.”

The men turned to see Mycroft himself standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” Sherlock asked. “Don’t tell me you left Y/N alone.”

“Of course not,” Mycroft sighed. “She’s downstairs with Mrs. Hudson.”

“I think I’ll leave you two to talk,” John said, slipping past Mycroft and heading downstairs.

“So.” Sherlock sighed. “What now?”

“I don’t know,” Mycroft said honestly. “I don’t trust you with her, and you don’t trust her with me. But a custody battle would…”

“It would destroy her,” Sherlock finished. “It would destroy all of us.”

“We have to agree on this, Sherlock. It’s too important.”

“Says the one who threatened me with a custody battle.”

Mycroft had come to make peace, but his brother’s stubbornness was stirring his own.

“Because you want to drag her back to Baker Street only to neglect her!”

“Drag her?” Sherlock scoffed. “She wanted to live with me, don’t you remember? She chose me over you.”

“That was then,” Mycroft’s voice was quieter, but no less dangerous. “But perhaps things have changed.”

“And you want to take that risk?”

“Do you want to take the risk that a court would choose you?”

This brought Sherlock up short.

“You can’t just—“

“You both are fools.”

The arrival of Mrs. Hudson startled both Holmes’ brothers.

“Mrs. Hudson—“

“Honestly, Sherlock, I expect better from you. I expect better from both of you.”

“I thought you were downstairs with—“

“John is with your sister. I thought it more important to be up here.”

“Why?”

“So I can tell you both what absolute fools you’ve been. Here you are, fighting over what’s best for Y/N and where she should live, when you’ve forgotten the most important part.”

“And that would be?” Mycroft questioned.

“Asking her!”

…

You figured you had Mrs. Hudson to thank for your current predicament. Your brothers had brought you up to 221B, and now you were sitting on Sherlock’s couch, your brothers standing in front of you. Mycroft had finally asked you the question that you’d been dreading since Sherlock’s return.

“Where do you want to live?”

But that wasn’t it. It wasn’t just a question of Baker Street or Mycroft’s house. You had to pick a brother. Sherlock or Mycroft.

When you’d first had to make this decision, it had been so easy. You grew up with Sherlock, you knew him, he knew you, and the two of you coexisted quite well. But now…

You didn’t know Sherlock, not like before. It had been so long, and you had changed so much, that you weren’t sure if it could ever be like it was. And now, you’d gotten to know Mycroft better than ever, and the two of you had gotten used to having the other around. You didn’t want to stop that. But…

Baker Street felt like home. As much as you’d settled into Mycroft’s place, it didn’t feel the same. But you also didn’t think life would ever feel comfortable again without both of your brothers.

Sherlock or Mycroft. Sherlock or Mycroft. Sherlock or…

You found the familiar parasite of anxiety settle into your chest as you tried to imagine life without either one of them. It grew until your chest physically started to hurt, your eyes blurring as your lungs constricted and breathing became not only hard, but painful.

…

“Where do you want to live?”

As soon as Mycroft asked the question, he regretted it. Sherlock seemed to be impatiently awaiting your answer, but Mycroft immediately recognized the glazed look in your eyes, the slight irregularity of your breathing.

He didn’t do anything at first; this was just an early stage of your anxiety, sometimes you managed to snap yourself out of it, and sometimes you only panicked more if he tried to assist you in this stage.

But when your breathing became labored and your eyes filled with tears, Mycroft didn’t hesitate. He brushed past a concerned Sherlock and put his hands on your knees.

“Hey, look at me, I’m right here.”

Your glazed eyes seemed to focus on him, and you brought your hands down to grip his.

“That’s it, just breathe,” he soothed. “I’m right here, we’re not going anywhere.”

Sherlock noted that Mycroft included him by saying we. Then he saw the hand that you were reaching out for him. He took it, but didn’t say a word; he still didn’t know what to say or do in this situation.

He noticed that you leaned almost unconsciously towards Mycroft, and soon enough your panic subsided.

“I don’t know,” you whispered.

“Shh, that’s ok,” Mycroft said. “I don’t want you to worry about it.”

“Mycroft—“

Mycroft waved off Sherlock’s interruption.

“I think you should get some rest, alright? When you wake up, you can get some dinner.”

You nodded wearily, and Mycroft helped you lay down on Sherlock’s couch. Within minutes you were asleep.

“I’m taking her back to my house.” Mycroft decided.

“What?” Sherlock stiffened. “Mycroft, no decision has been made for—“

“Now now, calm down, brother mine. She’s had a long week, I just think it would be best if she rested in a place she was most comfortable. This isn’t indicative of a decision about where she’ll live.”

“What makes you think she won’t be most comfortable here?” Sherlock countered.

Mycroft sighed.

“Because that’s where she’s spent the last two years, it’s familiar. Honestly, Sherlock, we can’t start picking fights over the smallest of things. I just want to take her home for some rest and food, that’s it.”

“So you’re asking me to pick my battles?” Sherlock asked.

Mycroft ran a hand over his face.

“I’m asking you not to declare war.”

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[neontokyoo]

hi, can you write a mycroft x reader where they get married?

Stop you're going to make me cry over a man that doesn't even exist. I think I'm loving him a little too much. </3

Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff Summary: You're finally replacing your last name with 'Holmes' Warnings: None

As you walk down the aisle, all the nervousness you were feeling earlier begins to fade away, replaced by excitement bubbling up inside you. Your heart beats with anticipation, and your steps become lighter, almost floating on air. The room is filled with a hushed silence, and all eyes are on you, but you only have eyes for one person—your soon-to-be husband.

Your gaze locks onto his, and a wave of warmth washes over you. His eyes sparkle with love and adoration, mirroring the emotions swirling within you. The world around you blurs, and it feels as if time slows down, capturing this magical moment. The soft melody of the music playing in the background sets the perfect soundtrack to this intimate scene.

With every step closer, the distance between you narrows, both physically and emotionally. Your smile widens, and you can't help but return the affectionate glances from friends and family along the way. Their presence brings an overwhelming sense of support and joy to your heart.

As you continue walking down the aisle, you can't help but notice Sherlock standing beside Mycroft, your soon-to-be husband. His demeanor is composed, but you catch a glimpse of a slight furrow in his brow, indicating his underlying annoyance. You can't help but feel a mix of amusement and sympathy for Sherlock, knowing his complex relationship with Mycroft.

You exchange a quick glance with Sherlock, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. Despite his reservations, you appreciate his presence here, standing beside his brother on this important day. You know that deep down, Sherlock cares about Mycroft and wants him to be happy.

As you approach the altar, you focus your attention back on Mycroft, his eyes locked with yours. The love and adoration in his gaze are undeniable, and you feel a surge of warmth and gratitude in your heart. All the nervousness from earlier has completely faded away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of excitement and anticipation.

The room remains hushed, the atmosphere charged with emotion. Time seems to slow down, capturing every fleeting second of this magical moment. The soft melody of the music playing in the background adds a touch of enchantment to the scene, making it even more unforgettable.

With every step closer, you feel the emotional and physical distance between you and Mycroft narrowing. Your smile widens, radiating happiness and love. You can't help but notice the affectionate glances from your friends and family, their presence surrounding you with support and joy.

As you finally reach Mycroft's side, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. The connection between you is tangible, and a wave of contentment washes over you both. In this moment, surrounded by loved ones and with Sherlock standing by his side, you know that you're embarking on a beautiful journey together—one filled with love, understanding, and the promise of a lifelong partnership.

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