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I can't decide what would be funnier:
Louis hating on Mycroft for dating Albert
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Louis being their No. 1 supporter but he's still hating on Sherlock
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Meanwhile Sherlock is like
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strawberrywinter4 · 7 days
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May 9 | Prompt: Intimidation
Warning: Depictions of violence and drug use.
“You’re just too much sometimes, that’s all I’m saying,” his mother comments as she troubles herself with the dishes.
Mycroft rolls his eyes. He knew it would be a poor idea to come visit. He should have just settled for a call.
“You almost scared John away,” she says, scrubbing a class clean. “Your comments and glares at dinner are not helpful, you know. Sherlock almost had your head.”
“John is anything but frightened by me, Mummy. He made that perfectly clear when we first met.”
“Sherlock told me about that first meeting.” She sighs, turning toward him with a scolding expression. “Mycroft, why did you do that?”
Mycroft wills his cheeks not to flush crimson in embarrassment. “It was merely for precaution.”
“Sherlock is a grown man. He can take care of himself.”
Mycroft’s hands clench the kitchen counter. She doesn’t know. She hasn’t seen the extent of Sherlock’s pain like Mycroft has.
“All I’m saying is that I think you should be more considerate to the people who seem to actually want to be around him,” she says. “And John…well, he’s a very polite man. I think he’s good for Sherlock. Very good.”
Mycroft doesn’t answer her. Realizing she’s not going to get a response out of Mycroft, she leaves the kitchen with a tut under her breath.
Mycroft’s eyes are trained to the sink.
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The front door opens and shuts loudly, Mycroft wondering if the force of it broke any vases. Ignoring his brother in the lounge, Sherlock runs up the steps, his little feet going as fast as they can. Mycroft hears his bedroom door shut.
Mycroft sighs, getting up and leaving his science project. Heading upstairs, he turns the corner and knocks on Sherlock’s door.
“Go away, Mycroft!”
Mycroft is silent for a moment, then tries for the door handle lightly. Locked, of course. He rests his head on the door.
“If you open the door, I’ll make Ginger Nuts.”
A few seconds pass and the lock clicks, the door creaking open. One of Sherlock’s blue eyes peak through the crack. “Do you promise?”
“Yes.”
Satisfied with the reply, the door fully opens. Mycroft holds his grimace successfully, but it isn’t a simple task.
Sherlock’s eye that wasn’t peaking through the door is a mixture of purple and black, a few bruises gracing his jaw. His lip is cracked and blood is oozing down his chin.
Mycroft attempts to keep his voice leveled. “Sit on the bed, I’ll grab the first aid kit.”
Returning with the kit, Mycroft is pleased to see Sherlock took his advice for once, sitting on the sheets, eyes focused on his legs as they swing back and forth over the edge.
Without comment, Mycroft sits beside him. “Up,” he instructs, tilting Sherlock’s face to the correct position. He applies alcohol to a cotton and begins dabbing the application to his brother’s lip.
They sit in silence, Sherlock hiding his winces and Mycroft cleaning the blood and bruises.
“When are they coming back?” asks Sherlock.
“I’m not sure. Probably not for another few days.” Mycroft is used to their parents being gone for business trips, but Sherlock is still wrapping his mind around it.
Silence falls again. Then Sherlock speaks up:
“Are you really making Ginger Nuts?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
It takes everything in Mycroft not to crack a smile. “Why is that?”
“You don’t like Ginger Nuts and you only do things that benefit yourself,” he says bluntly.
Mycroft hums. “You really think so little of me?”
“Yes.”
They both share a grin.
Mycroft’s face hardens as he wipes another trail of blood on Sherlock’s cheek. “Did you decide to make another quip?”
Something changes in Sherlock’s expression. Something akin to…embarrassment? Shame? Mycroft’s not sure, but he’s never seen his brother acquire such a look.
“I didn’t,” Sherlock replies.
“Then what happened?” Mycroft demands, though his voice is quiet.
Sherlock shrugs. “I don’t know.”
And it truly seems like he doesn’t know. “Then tell me what could have possible occurred.”
Sherlock looks down, his finger trailing the design of the solar system on his bed sheet. “I thought I made a friend.”
Mycroft blinks. “A friend?”
Sherlock nods. “He said he wanted to be my friend. At break, he offered me to join him at the back of the building to play, and I said yes because…well, I told you about the pond that’s back there.”
Sherlock enjoys observing the frogs that live around there.
“I thought I’d show him the pond,” Sherlock says, this time more quietly. “But then we got there and he pushed me in the mud. His apparent friends came around the corner and…”
“Did that,” Mycroft finishes, nodding to Sherlock’s face.
Sherlock nods in answer.
Mycroft will never understand it. Out of all things, he will never understand this. Yes, Sherlock is odd. He has required rudeness over the past year, but Mycroft fully believes that Sherlock has just been taking after him.
Then there are the admittedly good things about him. Sherlock enjoys rambling about scientific discoveries, he likes to play in ponds and rain, he likes to help Mummy bake, he likes to play Pirates (which is actually quite fun), and he is a swift and independent learner. Mycroft admires these qualities. And though he’s never been good at showing his affection (and possibly never will be), he and Sherlock know how to make their relationship work.
“I will take care of them,” Mycroft says as Sherlock wipes tears from his eyes.
“They’re big,” Sherlock says. “And scary.”
Mycroft snorts. “Bigger than you. Not me.”
Hesitantly, he puts a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder. This seems to give a sign to Sherlock that he’s been waiting for, and he hugs Mycroft tightly. Stunned, Mycroft settles for patting his curls awkwardly, but this doesn’t will Sherlock away. Sherlock continues to hug him and cry, and Mycroft wants to make it all go away.
After a while, Sherlock releases him and sniffles stubbornly, wiping more tears. “Can I have Ginger Nuts now?”
Mycroft stands, nodding to signal Sherlock to come along. “You’re assisting me. I know you know how to make these in your sleep.”
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In a random building, in a random place. That’s usually where he is.
Mycroft hears either miserable sounds or nothing at all. He sees stranger’s eyes rolling to the back of their head while taking sedatives or pills.
The curls are unmistakable. Sherlock is huddled up in a corner, a blue hoodie wrapped around him loosely. Mycroft nudges him. He then turns him and is not startled to see his pale skin, his unhealthily sharpened cheekbones or his dull eyes.
Mycroft sighs.
He helps Sherlock up and practically drags him to the vehicle parked thankfully close outside.
Carefully putting him in the passenger’s seat, Mycroft gets behind the steering wheel.
Mycroft glances at him, and is overcome with what his brother has turned into.
“Brother mine. Why do you hurt yourself so?”
He knows Sherlock doesn’t hear him, doesn’t understand his whispers.
Maybe that’s for the best.
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“I worry about him…constantly.”
John stares at him. “That’s nice of you,” he murmurs.
“But I would prefer for various reasons that my concern go unmentioned. We have what you call a difficult relationship.” Mycroft keeps his voice impassive. His heart aches.
John’s phone pings. It’s obviously from Sherlock.
They continue with comments back and forth. Mycroft feigns an impression that he’s only wanting Sherlock’s whereabouts for personal gain. John seems to believe it wholeheartedly.
Mycroft can’t decide if John is worth Sherlock’s time.
Probably not.
Mycroft analyzes him to get a rise out of him.
“Are we done?” John asks, attempting to keep his frustration to a minimum.
Anger issues. Of course.
The rest of the meeting goes not so smoothly. John leaves obviously bothered and Mycroft doesn’t know, he doesn’t know if he can trust this man to even come close to deserving Sherlock’s friendship.
No one does. It’s the truth.
Mycroft has been called overprotective. He’s been called annoying. Unfair. Unethical.
Mostly by Sherlock.
But what are big brothers for?
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You can read it here on ao3 as well.
I hope you all enjoyed! Love me some Sherlock and Mycroft lore.
Prompt by @calaisreno Thank you!
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duckknife · 2 years
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So are we not gonna talk about how Tewksbury lives in rainforest cafe???? My brother in Christ are there thunderstorms every thirty minutes in your London penthouse??? Is Tracy tree gonna talk to me if I go in there????? Can I have my birthday party in your home???
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somethingintheforest · 3 months
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everyone else in the sherlock & co fandom: what if they make Mariana and Watson a couple D:
me: what if they make Sherlock and Mycroft mean to each other D:
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onceinawhilemoon · 28 days
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So you're meaning to tell me.. that even while running the house, running intelligence for the Crown, taking care of his ailing mother and Sherlock, overseeing Otto and his treatment of Violet.. Mycroft still found time in his insanely busy schedule to put together an elaborate puzzle/treasure hunt for Sherlock that spans far and wide across Cordona simply because his little brother told him he was bored??? Get out of here im done with him
(ilhsm)
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crazydaymycrazyway · 2 months
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Albert: I heard from Will that you once abandoned Sherlock in France when he was ten?
Mycoft: Yes, I did
Albert: Why?
Mycoft: He said he can navigate around the place on his own
Albert: Weren't you worried he'd be kidnapped?
Mycoft: Worried about who? Sherlock?
Mycoft:
Mycoft: They'll give him back after a while
Mycoft: They'll most likely contact me with a message like "We beg you to come get him. Forget the ransom. Even wild animals are better tamed than him"
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aq2003 · 6 months
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ten is like oohhhh i will always have to come to terms with how everyone that i love will leave me behind (bc i'm a near immortal alien) and how they will always find someone else more important than me (bc i'm a near immortal alien) and i have trouble holding onto my connections with them bc the way i love them isn't enough/isn't the right kind of love for them (bc i'm a near immortal alien) and then he dies in 6 years so his storyline is like a metaphor for being aroace instead
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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 8 months
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Whoa Baby
Sherlock and Mycroft x little sister!reader
Requested by @shinypandacherryblossom
Synopsis: you have startling news for your big brothers
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, this is kinda short.
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Rain pelted your back as you pounded on the locked door of 221B Baker Street.
“Alright, alright, don’t have a-“ Mrs. Hudson froze at the sight of you shivering at her front door. “Oh dear, hurry in.” She stepped aside to let you through.
“Thank you,” you tried to wipe the tears away along with the rainwater, but of course you didn’t fool Mrs. Hudson.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing,” you cursed the quaver in your voice. “Is Sherlock in?”
“Yes, Mycroft too, he just popped in for a case or something,” the disdain in Mrs. Hudson’s voice made clear her opinion of your oldest brother.
“Thanks,” was all you could manage as you made your way up the stairs. You thought you’d have more time before you had to deal with Mycroft, but you supposed only having to tell the news once might be better anyway.
You didn’t bother knocking, and by the awkward silence that engulfed the room you could tell you’d interrupted something.
“What are you doing here?” Sherlock inquired.
“It’s good to see you too,” you scoffed.
“What’s wrong?” Mycroft noticed your state half a second faster than his little brother, and was therefore the first to bring it up.
You were sure you looked like a mess, and it didn’t take a Holmes’ skill to notice it; you’d rushed here, in the rain, without an umbrella, and you were sure that your tears still left a visible trace on your face.
“I-I need to talk to you guys,” once again you hated the quaver in your voice as you took a seat on Sherlock’s couch.
“We’re in the middle of something,” Sherlock said indignantly.
“It’s important,” you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument.
“Tell us then,” Mycroft urged.
“Would you sit down, please?”
Sherlock was already seated in his chair, and Mycroft hesitated for a moment before going to John’s chair and sitting.
“Now, what could possibly be so earth shattering?”
“W-well…” you struggled with where to begin. “You remember Y/BF/N?”
“Your boyfriend?” Mycroft nodded. “Of course, what about him?”
“You interrupted us to tell us about a breakup?” Sherlock’s annoyance was evident as he stood.
“How did you-“
“Your appearance is fairly self evident. Is that really all there is?” Mycroft asked, and you could tell his impatience was growing as well.
“No,” you insisted, and with a sigh Sherlock lowered himself back into his chair.
“What, did he cheat on you? I could do something about him, if you’d like,” your annoyance was triggered when Mycroft’s bored tone reached you.
“It’s not just about that jerk, ok? And no, I don’t want you to do anything to him,” you took a deep breath. “He did leave me…be-because I’m pregnant.”
The silence that followed was like a thick mist that hung over the room, all encompassing and ominous.
“He doesn’t want it,” you were crying again now, and Sherlock quickly got to his feet. “H-he…” you stiffened in surprise when Sherlock wrapped his arms around you. “Sherlock?”
Mycroft looked surprised as well, but still he rose to his feet and came to stand by the two of you.
“Forget him,” Sherlock insisted. “We’re going to help you, alright?”
“I want you to stay at my place during your pregnancy,” Mycroft broke in. “It’s the safest for you.”
You felt the corners of your lips twist into a smile. Your world felt upside down right now, but at least you had two brothers to hold onto.
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Sherlock: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?
John: *confused* What?
Mycroft: *enters room*
Sherlock: *jaw clenches*
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epifaniax07 · 1 year
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Porque necesitaba una imagen de Sherlock y Mycroft tocando juntos.
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neontokyoo · 1 year
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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.
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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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ha1taniwh0re · 1 year
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Hello! Can I request headcanons of Dazai and Chuuya meeting fem reader’s two older brothers who are exactly like Sherlock and Mycroft and are extremely doting and protective of her? Basically reader grew up with really wealthy but almost always working and are on business trips parents so the brothers always took extra care of her and they have dinner together every Friday (the Friday dinners are when the boys meet her brothers)<3🤭
Of course darling. I love this idea
I will use Sherlock’s and Mycroft’s names for this bc I don’t have idea for reader’s brothers names🥹
Well first I think they would be nervous but wouldn't show it. You know Dazai was/ Chuuya is a mafia member after all.
So Sherlock would laugh with Dazai/Chuuya when you are looking but soon as you are looking somewhere else his stare is like “I don’t trust you brother, do something to her and you are dead”.
Sherlock would hide his protective side from you but on the other hand Mycroft says everything.
Four of you were sitting at your brother’s house. Sherlock and Mycroft were really quiet this night.
“You are really quiet tonight brothers”, you said giggling.
“Well I was waiting for the end of the night to say this but listen here buddy. Im not happy that my sister is dating someone with mafia things. If some of your enemies do something to my little sis I will definitely get you in jail I hope you understand that”, Mycroft said.
Dazai
“I won’t let anyone go near my lovely y/n. Not even my friends”, Dazai said.
“Yeah right we will see that” Sherlock said.
“Sherly~!!! My my… you guys don’t need to be this protective about me!! How do you expect me to get marry?” You said.
Your brothers looked at you with dead eyes.
“You thought you will get married?” They asked at the same time.
Three of them started laughing and you were a little mad.
Chuuya
“I am the mafia member. I have faced scarier people than you”. Chuuya said.
“KHM!!!!” you said.
Chuuya looked at you and understand everything.
“But I will be carful with your sister. She is in good hands” he said and looked at you.
Your brothers looked at you and than at your boyfriend.
“Short but bad. I like him”, Sherlock said.
“IM NOT SHORT” your boyfriend said.
Brothers just looked at him and laughed.
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ellieslittleburrow · 25 days
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BROTHER X SISTER FIC STYLE
Could also be father x daughter or even platonic things.
Personally im really fond of the reader being disciplined and scolded. I don't know i like angst and serious moments
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harbour
There are still places to seek solace in, even in wartime London. For Sherlock Holmes, that place is the Diogenes Club.
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mycroft-in-disguise · 11 months
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I did another version of my first attempt I called "Brotherly Compassion" some time ago, and I quite happy with this result!
You can see the first version here!
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onceinawhilemoon · 27 days
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I fuck up so badly i cause a literal political unrest in cordona and probably nullify years of his hardwork in keeping the peace and he still offers me another chance??????? please
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