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dawningday84 · 27 days

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

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

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liminaltey · 3 months

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Sherlock Holmes and his brother Microsoft

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

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the-three-garridebs-destroyed-me · 6 months

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so at this point everyone’s made a crack at Watson and Holmes for going years living together and never telling each other about their respective brothers. But like. Watson never told Holmes about his brother because he didn’t like talking about him. He and his brother had a complicated relationship and I’m sure Watsons feelings about him only got more complicated after he died. Holmes never told Watson about HIS brother just cus he’s weird like that and almost as soon as he does get talking about Mycroft, he’s singing his praises.

I have this idea that when Watson found out about Mycroft at first he kinda rationalized Holmes never telling him about him by going “well, maybe they just aren’t close. maybe there’s a little hostility there. Maybe Holmes is jealous of him or something or other.” because, well. That’s why he didn’t tell Holmes about his brother. He couldn’t fault him if that was the case.

Until, of course he actually meets Mycroft in person and it’s very clear that Holmes was being completely genuine in his praise of his brother. And they don’t seem like they have a strained relationship at all. In fact, they’re happy to see each other. And they’re so alike in personality. Mycroft is pleasant to him on first meeting. He and Sherlock fire deductions back and forth like it’s a game to them, and in all honesty it might be. He writes that being reminded that Holmes has a family reminded him of Holmes’ humanity.

Do you think that Watson looks at the Holmes brothers dynamic and feels a little bittersweet remembering his own brother?

#Long post #barely coherent #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #john watson #Dont know which canons to tag #Acd canon #the adventures of sherlock holmes #granada canon #granada holmes #holmes Brothers

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you-can-reclaim-your-crown · 10 months

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I can't decide what would be funnier:

Louis hating on Mycroft for dating Albert

Louis being their No. 1 supporter but he's still hating on Sherlock

Meanwhile Sherlock is like

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #mycroft holmes #mycal #is louis overprotective and hates every boyfriend because no one is good enough for his big brothers or is he just a sherlock hater?#who knows #mine #sherliam #alcroft

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aveline-amelia · 5 months

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You know what I love about BBC Sherlock?

You only catch some things on your 2nd, or 5th or 10th rewatch.

Like with Mycroft and Sherlock.

You watch Mycroft be annoyed at Sherlock calling at Christmas, so you think he would rather be left alone and doesn't want to deal with anyone, including Sherlock.

But his initial expression is one of surprise. He doesn't want to believe that Sherlock could be calling for sentimental reasons because he cannot bear to be wrong.

He wants Sherlock to show him he cares, like he did back when they were children.

And notice his wording there. "Did they pass a new law?" Sherlock is not the one who cares about upholding the law, Mycroft is. He is setting the stage for Sherlock to banter, but Sherlock just tells him Irene Adler is dead and hangs up.

When Sherlock calls Mycroft (despite the fact he prefers to text) in TSO3 many speculate the reason he wants him at the wedding is to have someone for support.

Mycroft says they will spend more time together now that John is married. Just like old times. He knows Sherlock would hate that, yet Sherlock doesn't deny it. He could say he can spend extra time with Mrs Hudson, or Lestrade or Molly or Wiggins.

He could say he doesn't need him at all. But we know that's not quite true.

If Sherlock was being sincere here and said he needs someone on his side, by his side, someone to be there for him, so he feels less alone... Mycroft would most likely think he was being mocked. He wouldn't believe him. Why should he?

When Mycroft tells Sherlock his loss would break his heart, he isn't doing it because of the drugs.

The drugs are just an excuse to hide behind. A smokescreen. He can't even look at Sherlock while is he saying it because he knows what's coming. Mockery.

"What the hell am I supposed to say to that?"

Mycroft broke script. He said the quiet part, the subtextual part out loud. I do care about you and it would break my heart if you died.

Sherlock doesn't know what to say. You can even read his bewildered statement as a genuine question. Mycroft does, in a way. So he answers.

"Merry Christmas?"

"You hate Christmas."

"Perhaps there was something in the punch."

I know you are up to something.

On the tarmac, Sherlock didn't even want to say goodbye to his brother. But when Mycroft calls him in 4 minutes, Sherlock has no idea Moriarty might be back. He just thinks Mycroft couldn't go even five minutes without speaking to him again and checking up on him.

Sherlock didn't say goodbye to Mycroft because he knew that wouldn't be the last time he'd hear from him.

"I will always be there for you."

"Shouldn't you be out there getting me a pardon, like a proper big brother?"

"He was a rubbish big brother." Was, not is.

"You were great."

He didn't find Lady Bracknell convincing. He isn't talking about that.

"Dr Watson? Look after him, would you?"

"Mycroft. Make sure he's looked after. He's not as strong as he thinks he is."

Neither of them are.

#the holmes brothers #mycroft holmes #sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #bbc sherlock #adding some tags #sherlock meta #the holmes brothers meta #holmes brothers meta #idk if this counts as meta

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duckknife · 1 year

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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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ofqueensandwitches · 1 year

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For the third movie, I want a scene where Sherlock introduced John to The Family (+Tewksbury), and John was all dumbstruck to meet them (powerful government official, influential leader of underground female organisation, youngest and most respectable lord, and the most brilliant Holmes despite being the youngest), and perhaps a little nervous too because we all know Sherlock would be too emotionally-constipated to help, only for Eudoria to ease up the tension by saying:

“So, this is your boy, Sherlock. Very nice to meet you, Doctor Watson.”

#and for the first time in his life sherlock was too stunned to speak #when mycroft snickered eudoria would turn to him and say #‘don’t laugh mycroft at least your brother and sister have someone to bring home to me’#meanwhile enola was having the time of her life laughing at her brothers #enola holmes 2 #enola holmes #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #eudoria holmes #lord tewksbury #viscount tewksbury #john watson

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crazydaymycrazyway · 1 month

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Albert: Remember the time you told me to not use the oven because doing so would cause bodily harm to myself and everyone around me

Mycroft, grabbing his keys: How many am I driving to the hospital?

Albert: Just me and Sherlock

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #albert james moriarty #mycroft holmes #sherlock holmes #i think albert and sherlock wouldn't have that bad of a relationship #they'd be a bit above neutral #and sheock would help albert just to go against mycroft #poor mycroft #first his brother #now his husband #yes they're married for this situation #cause i ship them #incorrect quotes

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the-little-pierre · 1 year

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Dr. Sherly visited Dr. Liam during working hours 💙🤭❤ So the hospital director, Mycroft, gave him a punishment 🫠 Now, he has to see more than fifty patients before the end of the day 😅👌👨🏻‍⚕️

#moriarty the patriot #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #憂国のモリアーティ #ynm mycroft #ynm sherlock #ynm fanart #fanart #digital art #ynm doctor #mycroft holmes #sherlock and mycroft #sherlock holmes #holmes brothers

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 8 months

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Keeping Quiet (Sherlock & Mycroft X Deaf!Brother!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Sherlock & Mycroft X Deaf!Brother!Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Severe bullying, injuries, turf burn, mention of violence

Request: Hi, can I request?, a Holmes brother fic, where reader is their youngest brother who is in high school/university getting bullied bc their disability(mute/deaf) and how their deal with that situation, I kinda want reader to be a ball of sunshine who always smile but are sad inside and although they can see through his smile, they struggle to find a way to help them. 🥺

Your life from the get go has always been a little harder than other kids your age. For one, you were the youngest Holmes, which wasn’t necessarily a problem, though when you were born your eldest brother had already graduated university, and your other brother was a teenager not far from leaving school. With their own unique personalities, they struggled to connect you immediately, and you didn’t see them much as a young child. However, since starting Secondary school, they had become a bit more involved, especially since you had moved in with your eldest brother so you could attend a good school that was closer to him, however, you were still mostly by yourself, especially since how work driven both your brother’s were. Oh yeah, and the other thing that made your life a little harder- you were deaf.

A silent world was all you had known since birth, and because of that, you didn’t have to adjust to any change, instead you just learned to do things differently, like when trying to cross a road on a corner, you’d look at those around you to see if they were going to cross, knowing that if the road was clear and they didn’t move, they could hear a car coming. You never had speech therapy growing up, and since when growing up your parents and brothers always communicated with you with sign language, you never used your voice. To you, your hands were your voice, and the thing in your throat that let you make noises was only for dire emergencies to get immediate attention.

Right now, you were convinced this wasn’t an emergency, but you had the overwhelming urge to just scream as hard as you can. You wanted so badly to be heard, but feared backlash, either from your peers of your issues being perceived as fake or not nowhere near as bad as you felt they were, or backlash from the people who were making you feel like this.

You’d just gotten home from school, and you entered as quietly as you could, closing the door briskly and looking around, not sure if Mycroft was home, and you didn’t want to see him right now. You closed the front door, looking at the empty coat hook where you’d usually place your coat, except you didn’t have it with you, so instead you just kicked off your shoes and tried to head to your bedroom with your school bag. However, for obvious reasons, you hadn’t heard Mycroft and Sherlock bickering in the other room, or that they had promptly stopped when the front door shut loudly from how quickly you had shut, followed by your footsteps through the house at an accelerated rate to your bedroom, and the noise of your door being shut just as quickly as the front door. The two brothers stood in silence, staring in the direction of the noises before turning to face each other. “Something’s wrong.” Sherlock spoke up.

“I’m aware of that.” Mycroft scoffed, before they began to walk to go up the stairs. Sherlock stopped at the bottom though, though Mycroft continued up. Sherlock checked the entrance of the house, noticing your lack of coat, either meaning you were still wearing it or didn’t have it, and the droplets of water on the floor, as well as your school shoes being shiny and darker than usual, told him it was the latter. It hadn’t rained in the last hour. He finally followed after Myrcoft, who was already trying your door, though it was locked. He turned to Sherlock, and Sherlock’s eyes followed the wet droplet stains in the carpet to your door. “He’s locked himself inside.” Mycroft pointed out.

“Give me your credit card.” Sherlock demanded. Mycroft went into his back pocket, grabbing his wallet and going through it to hand him a card, before Sherlock shoved him out of the way, sliding the card through the door, pushing the lock out, and when it clicked open, he turned the handle opened the door enough to stick his hand in, reaching for the light switch, flicking the lights on and off in your room to get your attention. He didn’t get a reaction from you. No multiple knocks to signify he could enter, and not a singular knock for him not to come in. He waited another moment, before looking at Mycroft who at this point looked worried, fist pressed to his mouth. Sherlock opened the door further.

They didn’t see you when they first stepped into the room, but Sherlock noticed your school bag- wet through, soaking the carpet, dirty, the zip busted, a strap broken, several school books looking ready to fall out after being crammed in that were soggy and ruined. With that, he knew where you were- the small bathroom attached to your room. He walked to the shut door, trying the door, finding this one unlocked, and he slowly stepped in, looking down and to the side, seeing you sat on the floor, legs pulled to your chest, head resting on your knees.

“Mycroft, go make tea.” Sherlock said monotone, not taking his eyes away from you. Mcroft, who had noticed your bag and was trying to find anything to salvage, stood up straight, processing the situation, before turning and leaving the room. Sherlock slowly entered the bathroom, kneeling down before sitting on the floor beside you, carefully reaching out, lightly tugging on your soaked and dirty school jumper to get your attention. You peeked up, making eye contact, your eyes red and as wet as your uniform. Sherlock didn’t need to ask what happened, and you didn’t need him going on a revenge campaign in your honour, at least not yet. Instead, he signed ‘I’ll run you a hot bath, and you get undressed. Are you hurt?” You sniffed, signing a yes, before you started to take off your jumper, pulling it over your head, and Sherlock’s eyes immediately took notice of the wet white material that had stains of red on your arms, and as he looked closer, he saw your hands, and presumably your forearms as well were scraped up and red raw. Sherlock took your jumper from you, standing up, before signing to you again. “Drop them just outside the door when you’re done.” He said, turning to the bath, plugging the drain, and turning on the taps, before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Mycroft arrived shortly after with a tray, cup of tea and snacks as well, placing it on your bedside table. “What happened?” Mycroft asked.

“He’s been bullied. I’m not sure what happened, maybe he tried to bring up what was happening or tried to stand up for himself, but it escalated outside of school- his uniform needs to be cleaned and died- where’s your first aid, he’s scraped up as well.” Sherlock listed. Mycroft’s mouth open and closed repeatedly, before he spoke.

“I-I didn’t know.” He stuttered. “He never… he never told me he was having issues at school. I had no idea.” He explained, and Sherlock frowned.

“I didn’t know either.” Sherlock added. It wasn’t a lot to say, but it made Mycroft feel so much better. If Sherlock didn’t notice something was wrong until now, then there was practically no way for Mycroft to see either. You hid it, and you hid it well. You hid it from the best.

“I’ll call the school administration and organise a meeting with them. I’ll find out who did this.” Mycroft decided, reaching out and taking the jumper from Sherlock. “I’ll also get the first aid” he commented, turning and leaving the room again. Sherlock stood in your room, not moving, and he waited until he heard the bath water turn off, the door open, your clothes hit the floor and the door shut again before he turned and went and grabbed the clothes, taking them to be washed with your jumper. Sherlock heard Mycroft on the other side of the house, yelling on the phone about repercussions, demanding a meeting tomorrow, even if it’s the weekend, before his voice became louder, him walking into the same room with Sherlock, wordlessly giving him the first aid before leaving again to continue his argument, and Sherlock headed back upstairs to your room.

He peeked into your room, seeing you had gotten out, dried off and dressed into your pyjamas, sitting on the edge of your bed. He flashed the lights again to get your attention before stepping in, coming and sitting down on your bedside, carefully taking your hands, rolling up the sleeves to properly see the scrapes and turf burn, which made him wince, imagining the pain in the bath, even though you didn’t make a peep. You didn’t make sound despite the pain, and that really, really bothered him. He wordlessly cleaned them and bandaged them, before signing to you “Are you hurt anywhere else?” You nodded, crawling deeper into the bed so your legs were rested on it, and Sherlock pulled your pant legs up to your knees, seeing even more turf burns, and he copied what he did with your hands, pulling the legs back down when he was done, before he pushed the medical equipment away from him, and waited in front of you till you looked at him. “Why didn’t you tell us?” He signed to you, speaking the words along with it. All he got was a shrug, which Sherlock was not going to accept. “Did they threaten you?” He added. You looked away, before finally signing.

“It wasn’t too bad. I could handle it, I didn’t want to worry you. But I think someone else reported what they saw and they thought it was me.” You explained to him.

“So if it wasn’t reported, you hadn’t planned to tell us?” Sherlock questioned.

“It wasn’t a big deal.” You signed, clearly frustrated, which was paralleled by Sherlock.

“Well it is now. We’re your brothers, your family. If something bothers you, you tell us, even if you’re annoyed at the way light reflects through a window, or how they’ve changed the packaging on a product in the shops, you tell us. Even if you think it’s harmless or not a big deal, we’d rather you told us about little things instead of hiding things until they become huge things. This is huge now, and we’re going to deal with it.” His signing firm and almost exaggerated. You’d never seen someone yell via sign language, yet here Sherlock was, somehow finding a way to do it, and it was pretty effective.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You quickly apologised to try and calm him down, which seemed to work.

“How long has this been going on? How many of them are there, and what are their names? Tell me everything.”

A few minutes later, Mycroft finally got off the phone, pacing for a minute to plan his next actions- deciding if he needed to call someone else, or go and check on you, but then Sherlock came into the room, and handed him a piece of paper, with names, examples of what each person did and their role in the attack, and how long it had been going on with a short timeline of other incidents. “I trust this is enough to start with?” Sherlock asked, watching as Mycroft skimmed over it.

“This has been going on since he started secondary school?” Mycroft questioned, Sherlock briskly nodded, before tapping the paper to make him focus again. “Yes. This is enough. I’ll locate their parents and addresses, gather more information, I’ll have people look into CCTV to see if we can catch any footage of them following, chasing or… attacking him.” Mycroft explained, folding the paper up, before tucking it into his pocket. “How is he?”

“He’s going to be sore for a while, keep an eye on his injuries- maybe take him to the doctor just to have it on record. He’s not very talkative at the moment, but we really need to get him to start talking to us more about things happening to him. If he’s ever quiet around you, try and engage him and ask about what he’s thinking about, get him out of the habit of keeping everything locked up. Leave the addresses to me. I’ll personally make sure they get the letters about the police investigation when you have it ready.” Sherlock said, walking to the entrance of the house, Mycroft followed him, watching his younger brother grab his coat, swing it around him and put it on.

“Sherlock, do not threaten them- it’ll not be good for the investigation.”

“I have no intention of threatening children, Mycroft. But I will make sure the point is put across that those parents have done an awful job and that they shouldn’t have messed with Y/N.” Sherlock promised, before promptly leaving. Mycroft huffed after the door shut, glancing up the stairs, before deciding to make a fresh hot drink for you to get started with a conversation with you.

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