#Mycroft scenario

[sickficideas]

moriarty brothers illness headcanons :)

William

- very easily motion sick. it's not as bad on trains or carriages but anything on water is guaranteed to make him feel nauseous

- prone to fevers...they're not always very high, but sometimes he'll be working all day with a low grade fever and no one will have a clue. once it gets high enough, though, everyone starts to notice, but William will usually keep working until someone makes him stop (and at that point he's a pushover)

- everyone is aware of his tendency to suddenly fall asleep (undiagnosed narcolepsy lol) but it's worse when he's sick, and he's much more difficult to wake when he's sick

- post-The Final Problem, he's gotten more sickly, and he's much more aware and accepting of when he needs to rest. he's often super faint and dizzy and has issues walking for long periods of time, so he always takes Sherlock's arm when it's too much

- Sherlock laying with him when he's not feeling well, giving him tummy rubs when he feels nauseous and making sure he's comfortable enough to sleep uninterrupted...William often makes himself feel worse when he worries about his family and even though Sherlock understands his pain he's gotten good at derailing his thoughts

Louis

- he has to take daily medication for his heart...if he ever misses a dose or the formulation is off, it's obvious - he's pale, dizzy, and faint all day. he will absolutely get irritable too. William will notice it coming on when he gets a little snappy

- he's generally pretty sickly, despite denying it, and he's not good at hiding anything or taking care of himself. anyone other than William has to tread carefully with accusing him of being sick because he'll get defensive. most of them have learned to just tell William if something is wrong with Louis instead of confronting him themselves. but Louis hates that even more, William worries too much about him 💔

- he has a very sensitive stomach...not only with food, but his stomach reacts to unpleasant sights and smells too to a certain extent. if he sees something that makes his stomach churn he'll turn around, cover his mouth and breathe hard through his nose and that usually works okay. he's used to his stomach hurting but tries to avoid throwing up at all cost, especially in front of others

Albert

- he is ridiculously good at hiding when he doesn't feel well. like William, he can continue working despite his condition, but he's much more stubborn about stopping. usually it works out in his favor but there has been a few times where he's truly needed help

- Mycroft has personally witnessed him very politely excuse himself to throw up and come back and seem perfectly fine, like nothing ever happened :) Mycroft thinks it's kind of attractive

- Albert is a pro at throwing up 🙏 it doesn't bother him much at all, and because of this he's very good at taking care of his brothers when their stomachs are sick

- he's not sick very often and generally has a good immune system, but stress will usually be the reason he falls ill. he's also fallen victim to a hangover every now and then too lol

[pillow-anime-talk]

hi, can i request nsfw 42 + Mycroft Holmes from Moriarty The Patriot with brat/slutty reader

# tags: scenario; one night stand; hot romance; strip club; stripper!reader; bratty!reader; nsfw

warnings: mention of sexual acitivities, size kink, a bit of dry humping, erotic dance, commands, just touching, no panties, ass gripping, slutty names

includes: gender neutral reader ft. mycroft holmes {mtp}

music inspiration {click}

author’s note: i liked my own idea and the character of mycroft in it, so i hope you like what i wrote too :) have a nice time!

42. “… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

You encircled the metal pipe twice, then wrapped your left leg around it and tightened your grip on its cold surface, all the time looking at your regular customer – Mycroft. His huge and breathtaking posture occupied the entire soft burnt red armchair, and his face was directed at your naked body from the beginning of your strip dance. He carefully watched your agile legs, waist, neck adorned with a gold necklace, as well as glossy red lips and cunning eyes with a long line of black eyeliner.

He came here to see you twice a week: always on Tuesday at ten o’clock in the evening, and every Saturday shortly after midnight.

“… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” You pushed your hair back, giggling a little. “... As always.”

“Let’s just meet after your working hours.” He grunted with satisfaction, taking a sip of whiskey with an ice cube, and you just smirked, shaking your head in disapproval.

“I don’t sleep with my clients, you know that. I play with them, tease them; you can look at me and touch my body, but nothing else, pretty boy.” You said in an amused, slightly playful tone of voice, pressing the chest against the smooth long stick. Your make-up reflected the lights of purple and gold lamps beautifully, and your skin was smooth and juicy like never before. You were sexy, attractive and talented (not just in dancing, of course). “Should I do more or just dance next to this pipe? Have you come to confess your nasty sins to God and drink some alcohol or what?” You asked after a short while, touching the metal with your musculed back at the same time. Your high heels tapped loudly on the dark wooden floor, and the man set the glass down on the table next to the chair.

“Come here.”

“As I thought.” You responded by smacking your lips and then slowly walked over to the man, placing your hands on both of his knees. Your chest immediately caught his eye. The necklace reflected the light from the small lamp next to the two of you, and you crouched down, wiggling your ass. However, you quickly lifted your body, standing over one of your client’s legs and sat on it with a confident movement. Your bare skin touched the cool material of Mycroft’s black pants, and you smiled in his direction. “Touch me, I know you want to.”

Both large hands touched your waist, then moved to your bare buttocks, squeezing them. The grip was so strong that you moaned slightly under your breath, biting your lower lip with your teeth. For sure, after this night, red marks will be visible on your skin. That wasn’t a problem though.

“You’re my favorite cumslut... So disappointing that you don’t want to meet me for free. You know I’d please you very well.” He grunted, obviously dissatisfied, and you only moved your hips, rubbing against the man’s soft pants. The pleasant friction caused a slight wave of pleasure in you.

“Meeting outside of my job would certainly be more expensive than a private car. You wouldn’t have paid off until your future grandchildren died.” You leaned to him and whispered the sentence into his ear, licking it lightly with the tip of your hot tongue.

“One day you will succumb to me, bitch.” He responded by squeezing your ass once again and you lifted the corner of your mouth up.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” You replied, catching his massive bulge in his boxers with your right hand.

[itsbenedict]

what the fuck mandy you can't just say who carlyle's biological parents are that's LITERALLY ILLEGAL

But yeah, this is a tricky one! In part because like, it's been a while since I read those books, but also because Carlyle is so temperamentally a cinnamon roll. And the plot isn't fresh enough in my mind to figure out the perfect place for them to go off the deep end...

I think probably the easiest way to do this is to just have Julia Doria-Pamphili get to them. Carlyle goes through like five different crises of faith in these books, so it's probably not hard to have one of them resolve in a less healthy way. They break, one of the many times they had the opportunity to break but didn't in canon, and Julia makes them into exactly the weapon she intended them to be. Probably works best if, like, this happens before Bridger does what Bridger does at the end of Too Like the Lightning, and they kidnap him and really fuck up his conversation with J.E.D.D. Mason. Theologically speaking, they can do a lot of damage.

[theblob1958]

we need to dykeify the bechdel test again

[musclesandhammering]

This. I love the subtle details peppered throughout the series that, in defiance of the stereotypical eccentric intellectual archetype, Sherlock’s actually very physically motivated.

I take the precaution of a good coat

and a short friend

[sweeterthansucrose]

Just a lil scenario:

Kidnapper: 'We have your friend.'

John: 'Wait what? Who?!'

Kidnapper: 'Some tall guy with a trenchcoat.'

John: 'Oh god that's Sherlock.'

Kidnapper: 'Okay, Sherlock. We have Sherlock.'

John: *laughs* 'You don't have Sherlock, Sherlock has you.'

Kidnapper: 'Wait what-'

John: 'Good luuuuuck!' *ends call*

~~~

5 minutes later John gets a call:

Sherlock: 'Hey love, can you call Lestrade to get here please, there are a couple of dead people and a few that could be saved *pause* or maybe not.'

John: 'Of course darling.'

Lestrade: 'No! It's my day off, it's not my division problem.'

John: 'I'll get Mycroft to take you out on a date.'

Lestrade: *snatches the phone* 'Where the hell are you?'

[calaisreno]

Three Women Perplex the British Government

1362 words / Prompt: Journey / A sequel to Sixth Sense. (Just in case you were wondering what Molly decided to do!)

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He doesn’t recognise the woman standing before him. His mother trained him well, though, so he rises and gestures at the chair. 

“Please.” He glances at Anthea, who is giving him an inscrutable look from the doorway. The one that says he’s offended her in some way that she will neither admit nor explain. 

Anthea closes the door. Mycroft regards the woman, who is still standing. 

“Please,” he repeats, giving her a generic smile. 

His visitor is regarding him as well. Studying him. No smile. “I’d rather not.”

She’s a tiny woman, and he’s a tall man. If she would only sit down, he could sit as well, and it would not feel so much like he’s bullying her. That’s not his style, at least not with women. Small women, dressed in hand knit jumpers. 

He has no idea what she wants, but is afraid that some persuasion might be necessary. Not the bullying he reserves for his brother, or even the subtle manipulation he aims at John Watson, a difficult man to intimidate.

“Miss…?” He feels like he ought to know her. 

“Molly Hooper,” she says. “We haven’t met. I’m—”

“Yes, of course. Doctor Hooper. How can I help you?” He looks down at her, desperately wishing she’d take the chair. “I should thank you,” he remembers to say. “Your help was greatly appreciated. I hope my brother expressed that to you.”

“I’m here about John Watson.”

“Ah.” He narrows his eyes, anticipating the outburst of sentiment she will unleash. “I’m maintaining surveillance on him. You need not concern yourself about any retribution against him. He is safe.”

“It’s not that,” she replies, folding her arms across her chest and glaring. She’s about as intimidating as a kindergarten teacher, but she’s making him uneasy. 

He should have anticipated this. Sherlock assured him that she would play her part well, and Mycroft himself managed the business about the body. But even a goldfish might have a conscience, especially if other goldfish are asking questions.

“Are you receiving any scrutiny over your part in the plan? That can be handled.”

“No, it’s fine. What I mean is, John isn’t coping well with Sherlock’s death.”

“Ah. My brother asked you to assist him in keeping Doctor Watson in the dark, and you’re feeling guilty that you know things which he does not. I assure you that we considered all possible scenarios, and none of them involved taking Doctor Watson into our confidence.”

“Why not?”

“Doctor Watson is a soldier. He is used to death and equipped to handle grief.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” she says, glaring in earnest now. “It’s been months. Have you seen him?”

“My people are keeping a weather eye on him.”

“But you haven’t called on him?”

“He would not appreciate hearing from me, Doctor Hooper. I’m afraid my concern will not help him.”

She closes her eyes briefly, shaking her head. “You made a mistake. You and Sherlock.”

“There were not many options before us.”

“Was it you or Sherlock who decided not to tell him?”

“My brother has a great deal of sentiment for Doctor Watson. I’m afraid I had to dissuade him.”

Her voice raises. “Because he loves John?”

“Doctor Watson is not…” He considers how he should word it, decides that being forthright will end this conversation sooner. “My brother’s feelings are not returned. Cannot be returned. Sherlock is gay, and Doctor Watson is not.”

“How do you know?”

“He has stated this publicly several times. Sherlock knows as well. In order to undertake the task he set for himself, it was necessary to leave him behind. I have no doubt that the doctor will meet a lovely woman and be married before long.”

“I don’t care what label you put on him. He loved Sherlock, and it’s killing him that he’s dead. He has PTSD. When they met, he was suicidal. If anything happens to him—”

“Miss Hooper. If you are considering breaking your promise, I must warn you. This matter involves branches of our government whose existence is unknown to most people. I would hate to—”

“Don’t threaten me, Mr Holmes,” she says. “At this point, what is the harm in telling him? If there are still snipers trailing after him, you haven’t done a very good job, have you? And if there aren’t any snipers, there’s no reason not to tell him.”

He has erred. This woman is no goldfish. 

And Anthea keeps asking him about Watson, suggesting that it’s time he knew. 

And then there’s this other woman. Mary Morstan, she calls herself. A complication. She vexes him. 

“Very well,” he says. “I will handle it.”

---

“Well, I’m back,” John says. 

The headstone is silent, as it should be. John Watson does not look like a man who expects an answer from a block of marble. He squares his shoulders and stands at parade rest, hands clasped behind his back. 

“I’m back again,” he repeats. “I just wanted to tell you something.”

He looks uneasy, Mycroft thinks. A confession, then.

“When you died, I thought I’d never… find myself again. I wasn’t good, not for a long time. Maybe that would surprise you.” He smiles grimly. “Well, you’re beyond surprise now, so I may as well say what I didn’t say the first time I came here. No, I’m not going to ask again. I know there’s not going to be any miracle. You’re not… coming back.” 

He lowers his face into his hand. For a moment his shoulders shake. Mycroft waits.

Drawing a deep breath, he raises his head. “So, this is it. What I should have told you… when it might have made a difference. Maybe it wouldn’t have, but I wish I’d said, just in case… well. I love you. I always did.” Choking back a sob, he continues. “You didn’t do that, though. No sentiment. Caring’s not an advantage. Yeah. But I did. Love you.”

The sentiment is so thick, it’s almost nauseating. Mycroft desperately wants a cigarette. Reminding himself of what he’s here to do, he waits.

“Once, I asked you for a miracle. But there aren’t any miracles, at least not for us. And now…” John wipes his eyes on the sleeve of his jumper. “Now it’s time. I know I’ll never be over you, never forget what it was like… but I’m alive, and I think I have to do something to stay that way. Get on with it, try to have a life without you.” He clears his throat and sniffs. “I met somebody. She isn’t you, but I think you would have liked her, that she would’ve been the one who finally passed muster. I know she would’ve liked you. So, I’m giving it a go, asking her. To marry me, I mean.” 

He makes a sound that might be a laugh, or maybe a sob. “I have to try,” he says. “I wish… well, it’s no use. I love you, but you’re not here. And I just can’t be alone forever. So.” He straightens his back, nods at the black marble. “This is goodbye, Sherlock.” 

As he turns, Mycroft steps out. John’s eyes widen, then narrow with suspicion. 

“Doctor Watson,” he says. “There are several things you need to know.”

—-

When he opens the door of his office, Anthea is waiting for him.

“Well?”

“You were right.” He sighs and meets her eyes. “Good call.”

The look on her face softens into a barely-detectable smile. “I’ve taken care of the Morstan woman. Extradition is underway.”

“She was…?” 

“Yes. Different name, but she’d done several jobs for him. The Americans will be glad to have her back. She won’t be visiting us any time soon.”

He nods, suddenly weary, and sinks into his chair. Too much sentiment, too much emotion. It’s exhausting. “Now we only need to bring my brother home.”

“We’ve received word this morning that he’s on his way to to Serbia.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Intercept him. We’ll let Baynes and his team handle that. Sherlock needs to come home.”

Her smile broadens. “As you wish.”

The door closes behind her. 

“Good journey, brother,” he whispers. “No more surprises.”

---

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COMING SOON - 🗡️ꜰᴇʏᴅ'ꜱ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ 🗡️ - VI

Authors note: I've been working on Feyd's Blade on and off for the past week and have written 2 different scenarios of how things play out, I think I've decided which one I want to go with and a new chapter should be out sometime this weekend. For now heres a snippet. Let me know wha you think in the comments and/or poll below 🖤

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🗡️ꜰᴇʏᴅ'ꜱ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ 🗡️ - VI - SNIPPET

Feyd’s eyes are not his own. The set of his jaw is hard and he doesn’t speak. He pulls you into the room you entered weeks ago with contraptions and straps. There’s no time to freshen up, he doesn’t push you into the bathing chamber. Tears prick your eyes and it breaks him. He stops pulling open his drawer. There are no words to warn you about what is to come, there’s nothing he can do to salvage what the two of you have right now. There’s he can only protect you in small ways. Grabbing the chastity belt he comes close clasping the heavy chains on your body. Looking at the contraption you realize he’d safeguarding you against brutality and cringe inward. It signals to him being incapacitated, incapable of being able to protect you. He moves efficiently attaching a breastplate made of the same hard material. It nearly crushes you under its weight. Feyd-Rautha moves quickly fastening all the locks knowing his uncles cruelty knows no bounds. Finishing he brings a helmet putting it on your head and fastening the neck into all three of the contraptions. It’s a metal monstrosity, a cage of sorts placing on a shield he taps it to ensure you cannot be made vulnerable.

“Feyd” you whisper but your words come out like a croak cracking.

“I will be find, you are not to say a word under any circumstances” he says and you panic.

“But-”

“No” he snaps silencing you as your body trembles.

“What’s happened?” You ask and he goes to wipe your tears but his hand is singed by the active shield. You disable it and reach for him.

“Promise me” he says cupping your face, more tears stream. You shake your head in fear knowing his hesitation means whatever is to come will me an unheard of level of horror. “Promise me” he growls close to breaking already.

“Promise” you agree and he nods stepping back. Your steps are slow as you maneuver the contraption only to be dressed by a concerned Leia. There’s no time for questions as she moved quickly.

“Put one on yourself” Feyd tells her pointing to the contraption. 

“Why do you have so many” you ask as Feyd finishes dressing you in the Bene Gesserit regalia to conceal your garment.

“For hostages, to protect them against the men” Feyd says plainly, the brutality makes you queasy. You want to kiss him but the steel around your mouth is solid.

“Feyd what’s happening” you ask taking his hands, his hard eyes soften a touch.

“My uncle will try to break me in front of you and the men.” He sighs.

“Because of me?” You ask feeling a wash with panic.

“No, because of him. Because he wants to show his power” Feyd snaps.

Because of me.

The voice in your head says. More tears fall and Feyd leaves without a goodbye unable to manage your emotions with the energy required to withstand the consequence for his distraction. Time passes outside of your perception until you find Leia dressed beside you her eyes mournful. Her hands holds yours as large brutish men await your exit. You leave the room and Leia asks what’s happened many times. Fear and exhaustion overwhelms you to the point of despondence as the pod travels through the dreadful palace of Giedi Prime. Anger mixes in with the fear and you can feel Leia’s hand in yours. You take note of the scores of men all heading where you are. 

It will be a spectacle.

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[ohifonlyx33]

Oh oh I've got another one

The way Sherlock has a lucid hallucination of the 19th century in which Molly is there as a competent pathologist disguised as a man, but the John that Sherlock's subconscious conjured (to look for the things he might miss) is able to see her as a woman...

Then the Mycroft in his mind says something like "sometimes we have to let the villains win because they are right"

Remember every role in this scenario, every line written, is conjured by Sherlock FOR Sherlock.

And there she is again... at last revealed to be a woman... its Molly Hooper who is swapping dead bodies and helping other scorned women commit crimes... it's Molly Hooper being clever and strongwilled. And It's Molly Hooper who is the "villain" that Sherlock concedes has been wronged by him.

And then following that experience, there is Molly Hooper again threatening to undo the very foundation of Sherlock Holmes in the finale when he is trying to save her. And Eurus declares he DID lose... so in a way that makes Molly the villain from his subconscious... the one who makes him lose.

Not even "The Woman" could really do that... Sure, she can distract him--throw him off guard for a bit, but when Irene Adler plays her games, it's a battle of wills. Not a partnership or a friendship... and so ultimately he tells her that sentiment is the chemical defect of a loser. And he beats her game. Even when he saves her, he's not beat.

But he loses the battle entirely when Eurus phones Molly. And all Molly did was ask Sherlock if he was ok, slap him in the face when he deserved it, and save his life, and help him fake his death... of course it had to be true when he said those words to Molly...

Molly is the villain of the show. And she was right.

[joanquill]

Can we have the moriarty group and Sherlock taking care of a sick reader? P.s I love your writing ❤️

Sherlock Taking Care of Sick S/O

Sherlock Holmes

A/N: Thank you! 💕 I already wrote a similar one with the Moriarty brothers here, so I'll just write Sherlock here if that's okay!

When he found out you were sick, he rushed to you with John behind him.

If he was on a case, he might be irritated if someone bothered him. 

But when Sherlock finds out it was you, he'll completely stop and go to you, his mind racing to the worst-case scenarios like poisoning or an attack from his enemies.

The poor army doctor was quite literally dragged through London.

Luckily, it was just a fever.

While John gave you a checkup, he sent out Sherlock to get you medicine, food, and other necessities.

While he was gone, John told you how worried Sherlock was with how serious he looked and said nothing but to follow him.

When Sherlock returns, John has already finished the checkup, giving you orders on how to take care of yourself for the time being.

Even with John reassuring him it was just a simple cold, you and he had to push Sherlock out of your place so he could go back to the case.

If you live alone, he might have asked Miss Hudson or even Mycroft to look after you while he's gone.

When the case is solved, he rushes back to you to take care of you.

He'll try to cook for you, but he bought you snacks, in case it doesn't go well.

Luckily, his soup went well.

He's a decent caretaker. Feeding you, making sure you drink your medicine on time, and even listening to your requests without question.

You've never seen a man crush medicine and put it in soup with such a serious expression.

He'll probably forget to let you rest, though.

While you eat, he'll start telling you about his case, and you'll most likely talk for hours while he looks after you.

Until he looks back at you and sees you snoring on your bed, way past the time John told him to let you sleep.

He'll just kiss your head goodnight and quickly cleans up your place.

This man has no shame looking through your photo albums if you have them, especially if there were ones back when you were a baby.

He'll most likely stay with you the whole night, making sure you were getting better as he sleeps on the couch or a chair beside you.

[onceinawhilemoon]

Sherlock may roll his eyes at his older brother's overly patriotic calls for action in his requests “The nation needs you. Make the Empire Proud,” but I imagine Mycroft writes them with a genuine sense of pride in Sherlock. He writes them knowing that Sherlock will solve the mystery and save the day, even if his brother doesn't always see the value of his contributions to the greater good, and he simply offers them out of personal interest to satisfy his curiosity.

Sure, his little brother may stray from the beaten path sometimes and do whatever he wants, heedless of all instructions. Sure, it's frustrating to no end, and sure, his carelessness may result in the rise of unwanted troubles, but Mycroft still chooses him to complete those missions over any of his agents, and that, I think, says a lot. And hey, even if Sherlock “fails” his mission, he can still learn a thing or two more about spycraft and gain experience, and that's a win in Mycroft's book.

Sherlock perceives it as Mycroft being “too lazy” to do his own bidding, so he enlists Sherlock to “run errands” for him and dump some weight on Sherlock to relieve some of his own, and yet, with a few sighs and grumbles, Sherlock still pursues them for his brother, which also says a lot a lot. That being said, I'm convinced those missions are thoroughly researched and meticulously selected for Sherlock because Mycroft is a total control freak and overprotective like that.

I don't know how exactly he picks the mission he thinks is appropriate for Sherlock, but there are a few stables that come to mind: 1. Despite his brother’s above-average mental faculties and aptitude for combat and disguise, Mycroft still considers the fact that his brother isn't trained in espionage and that there are a lot of things he’s yet to learn, and thus chooses missions for him accordingly. 2. He ensures that whatever he asks of Sherlock does not, in any way, shape, or form, compromise his brother's health, safety, or identity. I don’t think that he'd ever, for example, ask Sherlock to look into anything involving “M.”

And I like to think that it's Mycroft who fabricates those news stories afterward about how some “brilliant�� and “rising” police inspector cracked the case in order to protect Sherlock's identity.

Request by request, mission by mission, Mycroft has been slowly training his brother with hopes that one day Sherlock might consider working together with him on a more regular basis and make a name for himself in Mycroft's world. If Sherlock agreed, they’d be a force to be reckoned with; a Holmes in Her Majesty’s Secret Service is already a force to be reckoned with, imagine if there were two.

His approach is heavy-handed and comes across as entitled and demanding, but what if Mycroft pushes Sherlock to work for/with him simply because he wants his brother close to him? What if his ideal scenario was him and Sherlock serving the nation side by side and getting along as brothers? It’d be easier to keep an eye on Sherlock that way, too, instead of having to run around and chase after him to make sure he doesn't get himself into serious trouble.

That day did come eventually, based on one of the endings, but oh boy, I don’t think Mycroft realized just how much like oil and water he and his brother really are.

[the-world-annealing]

A thought I commonly see in analyses of Terra Ignota is, loosely paraphrased: "Why would a third of the world population join up with the quasifascist rome larpers when there's a hive that made pokemon real."

Now of course, we're all on the Gay Sex And Pokemon website, there's a bias here and we might be wrong about what the average person is like, but even so the point still stands! What is it about the Masons that attracts people to them over all six to nine alternatives, especially given how little they actually offer except nice architecture and absolutist power structures?

Well, recall how a fact of Terra Ignota's world, one we run into time and time again, is: "Having everyone stop talking about gender and religion did not actually prevent discrimination or end oppression or otherwise solve any problems". Mycroft applies he/him to masons wherever possible, they're led by an emperor-even-when-female, they wear suits, they're powerful, they draw their symbology from supremely patriarchal times and places. It's clear that Masons are gendered more than any hive except the cousins, and one of the few organizations (the only?) to be gendered masculine.

(I think it's relevant to remark how blacklaws could have been presented as masculine tooth-and-claw survivalists, but instead we get chagatai and madame and dominic as the most prominent examples, which don't read very traditionally-masculine to us)

The cousins are explicitly identified as a sort of aggregate of feminine people, but they certainly aren't the sum total of them. And that makes sense; all the stereotypical feminine traits (caring for others, playing diplomat, cooking) are still relevant in the world that Terra Ignota presents; if you care deeply about Performing Feminine Roles you don't have to join the cousins, you can just be a mom friend or the one at the bash who doesn't work and focuses on raising the kids.

But if you care deeply about Performing Masculine Roles, you're a lot more limited in your options! Society is safe and peaceful, physical labor is increasingly rare, and at any rate nobody will depend on your labor to survive; you aren't 'working hard to put food on the table' because the food literally grows on trees!

The most 'masculine' career path remaining is probably policing (and I think it's relevant that the most prominent cop in the story gets gendered male!) but that's hardly an option for everyone.

So everyone who feels like a man, who watches fragmented bits of pop culture and half-forgotten references and constructs this ideal of masculinity out of it, who might meet the definition for gender dysphoria depending on how you look at it, who the text implies is made vulnerable by these unfulfilled desires... yeah, I think such a person would join the Masons in a heartbeat, because the Masons represent one of the few outlets for masculine urges (them and madame's roleplay scenarios). And if that describes a significant fraction of the population, it becomes absolutely unsurprising to see a 33% mason plurality at the start of the series.

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

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Warnings: Swearing

****= time skip

A/N: This is the last part, i'm not planning on doing a part 3. Hope you enjoy :)

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It had been almost two weeks since you’d stormed out of Sherlocks apartment. You hadn’t spoken to him since that night, despite him texting and calling numerous times. You just couldn’t bring yourself to face him. Either he knew about your feelings and chose to mess with you, or he didn’t remember confessing his love. You weren’t sure which was worse, but you didn’t want to deal with either scenario. So, you ignored him. Your life suddenly felt quite lonely. No Tom, no sherlock, no john; the only other person you’d seen this week apart from your colleagues at work was an amazon delivery driver. Christ that’s depressing.

You sat on your sofa, staring vacantly out the window trying to decide for the hundredth time what to do. Sherlock was a persistent man, there was no way you could avoid him forever. In fact, you were surprised he hadn’t come to your flat yet to force you to talk to him. Maybe he didn’t care enough? Before any more self-deprecating thoughts could swirl round in your paranoid mind, your phone rang. It was Mary.

“Hello” you said, lifting the phone to your ear.

“Ah so you are alive” Mary joked, making you chuckle stiffly.

“Yeah, uh I guess I just haven’t been on my phone much. Sorry if I worried you or anything.”

“You should be, I’ve had to stop the boys breaking down your door at least 3 times already” She said light heartedly.

You smiled at the thought of her battling John and Sherlock. Also, at the fact that they cared.

“I appreciate you doing that Mary. I really am sorry I’ve been gone.” Your tone was regretful as you spoke, fidgeting with the hem of a blanket that rested over your legs.

“I don’t know what happened to make you disappear, but I do know that I don’t want you dealing with this alone anymore. I would have reached out sooner but I wanted to give you space to decide how to handle whatever it is.”

“That means a lot to me, genuinely. I’m glad you called though”

“Look why don’t we meet up? We can grab a coffee or go for a walk and you can tell me what’s going on, how about it?” She offered.

You smiled, a weight feeling like it was lifted off your chest.

“Coffee sounds perfect.”

“Brilliant, I’ll come and pick you up in 20 minutes?”

“Yeah okay, see you then” You say before hanging up the phone.

You were glad to be leaving the house, but more so because it meant seeing Mary. The two of you became best friends almost instantly when her and john got together. She just got you in a way no one else did and vice versa. You loved her like a sister, and you couldn’t be happier to have her in your life.

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“So, he actually told you he loved you? Like he’s in love with you?” Mary questioned as the two of you sat on a bench by the river, each with a coffee cup in hand.

“Yep, he just blurted it out like it was nothing” You sighed. “I don’t even know if he knows he said it, I just…I don’t know how I’m supposed to talk to him again”

Mary nodded, her eyes full of sympathy. “I get it, he’s a complicated man Sherlock”

You scoffed “Yeah you can say that again.”

“But, in some ways, he can also be pretty simple” Mary continued.

You furrowed your brow at her “Okay so that makes no sense”

“All I’m saying is if you just sit down with him and have a straightforward conversation, he’ll listen. I mean, he listens to you more than any of us half the time anyway” She replied, nudging your arm playfully.

“No, he doesn’t” You say with a small chuckle.

“Well why do you think Mycroft called you in the first place? Because Sherlocks cares what you think and listens to you even if he’s being completely irrational” Mary reasoned.

You thought about it for a moment. Could she be right? She had a point with Mycroft calling you – he never contacts you normally.

“Oh my god you’re right” Your voice coming out just above a whisper.

“Well nothings new there” She joked.

“So, so what do I do? Just turn up at his place and say ‘hey you may not remember but you proclaimed your love for me, and I just wanted you to know that I’ve been in love with you since I met you and it’s the whole reason I broke up with my boyfriend. Anyway, have a nice day’” You say sarcastically, throwing your hands in the air.

“Yes.” Mary replied shortly.

“Oh-“ You stared at her, nerves filling your body.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized you had nothing to lose. You were already avoiding him like the plague, how could this conversation really make anything worse.

“Fuck it” You gulp down the rest of your coffee. “Let’s go then.”

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The entire time there you could feel your nerves starting to bubble over.

“Mary I really don’t know if this is a good idea-"

“Shut up, you’re doing this. For all our sakes” She encouraged, pushing you towards the door.

She used her key that john had given her to let the pair of you in.

“I haven’t even called, what if he doesn’t want to see me? I wouldn’t love it if someone just barged into my flat after ignoring me for two weeks.” You mumbled as she continued to push you into the building.

“He won’t care, its sherlock. He has people coming in and out all the time.”

You continued to bicker as she pulled you up the stairs. You could try to make a run for it, but Mary was faster and stronger than you and you could imagine she wouldn’t even hesitate to drag you back here.

“Mary please, please let’s not do this” You begged in a hushed tone

“Hi boys, look who I found” Mary announced loudly as she pushed to door open to their flat.

Before you had a moment to think, she pulled you in front of her, so you were standing in the living room you’d grown to love. John and Sherlock were sat in their chairs, both staring at you with a slight look of shock on their face as Mary stood behind you beaming at them. No one said anything.

“uh…Hi” You internally cringed at how awkward you sounded.

“Hey…” John replied sounding unsure as his eyes flickered over to sherlock, who was still staring rather intently at you.

You couldn’t look at him, you didn’t know what to say.

“So, John and I have to go talk to Mrs. Hudson but you two stay here, have a nice catch up and we’ll see you later” Mary said, grabbing john by the arm as she pulled him out of his chair.

You heard john muttering something about leaving his paper in the flat as Mary led him away. The silence in the room was crippling. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“So…” You said as you took a step towards the sofa.

You could’ve sat in johns chair, but that was too close to sherlock, and you needed to be able to think clearly for this conversation.

“Listen i-“ “How have you-“ You both spoke at the same time.

You looked over at him, laughing slightly at the nervousness between you two.

“You go” You said softly.

“No, no you go first” He replied.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. You took a deep breath, running your hands along your thighs anxiously.

“First I just want to say I’m sorry for barging in like this, Mary talked me into it” You joked. “But also, I’m sorry for ignoring you. It’s just, something happened that night. I don’t even know if you remember but you were high, and Mycroft had called me to come over and check on you. And you said…“

Your voice trailed off as you looked at the floor. “You said you-“

“I know what I said.” Sherlocks voice was low, smooth.

Your eyes snapped up to look at him, your heart beating a mile a minute. He wasn’t looking at you as he sat there, one leg crossed over the other with his hands resting against the arm of the chair. He just stared in front of him, never wavering.

“You do?” Your voice sounded so weak compared to his.

“Of course, I do. I remember everything.” The slight arrogance in his voice annoyed you, but you chose to ignore it for the moment.

“But you were high, like ridiculously so.”

“Darling, I’m somewhat of an addict in case you hadn’t noticed. I’ve kind of built up a tolerance over the years” He replied with a chuckle.

The term of endearment made your stomach flutter.

“Then why did you say it? Were you just trying to hurt me, because job well done if you were” You spoke, the irritation now evident in your tone.

Finally, his eyes moved to meet yours. His brow creased in confusion as he scanned your face.

“What? No… why would I ever want to hurt you?”

You stayed silent, feeling your face flush red with embarrassment. You broke his gaze, looking down at your hands instead.

“You thought I didn’t mean it.” He stated after a moment.

A heavy silence continued to hang in the air. You wanted to say something, to reply to him but your voice died in your throat. You heard him get up from his chair, his footsteps heading in your direction. Suddenly his feet came into your view as he crouched down in front of where you sat on the sofa. You felt his finger and thumb gently under your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his.

“You thought I didn’t mean it?” It was more of a question this time, his tone soft as his eyes scanned yours.

You nodded.

“How could you?” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“How could i? I think the question you should be asking is how I could not. You have the most beautiful mind, and the kindest heart. You’ve stood by my side through everything and have never once made me feel like an outcast, like a freak. You came into my life and welcomed everything about me without hesitation. When I’m around you, I feel like I can finally take a breath. Like nothing else matters. And I don’t think I’ve ever felt that sort of peace in my life before.” As he spoke, he gently reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear caressing your cheek softly as he did so.

You were frozen, eyes wide as you stared back at him. You couldn’t process what you were hearing. Sherlock Holmes, a man of logic and facts, was knelt before you baring his heart out.

“I tried to hide how I felt, to ignore it. I didn’t want to complicate things between us. And in truth, I feared I would lose you. I decided it was better to be in love with you in secret and to keep you in my life, rather than love you pubically and potentially lose you. Selfish I know, but it seemed the best option at the time. Especially when you were with Tom. But I guess I sort of lost that filter when I was high” He chuckled slightly, a smile appearing on your face as he did.

“Yeah, I guess you did.” You replied.

“I am so sorry that you thought I had said it to hurt you.” His eyes flashed with guilt as he spoke.

“No, no you have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn’t have shut you out. I should have listened to you. I’m sorry.” You felt awful, knowing what you must have put him through.

“Hey, look at me” You lifted your eyes once more. “I don’t care. Not anymore. Not now I have you here in front of me.” The corner of his mouth lifted into a smile as he looked at you lovingly.

You smiled, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder. You felt his arms wrap around you, holding you close to him. One of his hands threaded its way through your hair, gently stroking you. You hummed happily at the feeling.

“You like that?” He asked, a smug tone in his voice.

“Mhm” You responded, burying your head into the crook of his neck.

“I’ll remember that for future reference.” He commented with a small laugh.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s embrace.

“Just to check, this means you feel the same right?” Sherlock asked, breaking the silence.

You pulled back so you could look at him. You burst out laughing realizing you hadn’t actually said it back.

“Oh my god of course I do. The whole reason I broke up with tom is because I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for months you idiot.” You nudge him playfully, causing him to laugh with you.

“Okay good well I was just making sure”

“If there’s one thing you never have to doubt Sherlock, it’s my love for you” You reply, grinning at him.

“I can say the same to you darling.” He leant in, his hand on your cheek.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer, his lips meeting yours. They were soft and gentle against yours; you’d never felt anything more perfect. You melted against him, your hands threading through his raven curls.

“Thank god for that” A voice from the doorway made you both jump, pulling away from each other.

“I told you it would work out.”

You turned to see a smug looking Mary and John beside her, looking rather relieved.

“Does that mean you’re going to stop ignoring us now?” John asked, looking at you.

“No, I thought I’d just tell sherlock I loved him, kiss him and then disappear again” You replied sarcastically, earning an eye roll from john.

“As if I would ever let that happen.” Sherlock commented, his hand squeezing your thigh playfully.

“Oh god, I do not need to see that” John grimaced before heading to the kitchen.

You laughed before leaning in and placing another quick kiss on the detective’s lips.

“I’m not going anywhere Sherlock, don’t worry.”

“Good” He sat next to you on the sofa, pulling you to him so your head rested on his chest. “I love you too much to watch you walk away.”

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Hope that was okay!!

@mysticwitchcraftco

[yesimwriting]

Regarding the latest Saltburn post, reader gives off Holmes vibes. Like, yeah, somewhat upper-middle in finances, but in influence and power (Mycroft), her family is loaded hahahhaha

i love this!! i think this is a great scenario that lets reader have a relatively 'normal' life,, but still have some 'rich' family/almost nepo baby experiences

like i can see her dad having worked with influential/wealthy people over the years so they have a lot of connections,, but bc reader kind of only has one foot in that world, she doesn't mention it bc it'd feel forced

which can definitely lead to moments like felix noticing a picture of her and someone like paris hilton in her dorm and being like rue when was this

this also fits the way i see reader, which is as someone that's kind of an underdog (especially when compared to felix and his friends/family),, but also has a lot going for her that she doesn't always pick up on,,

not in 'poor me' pick me way,, but in a way that connects back to her being so book smart her emotional/social smartness kind of takes a hit?? if that makes sense 😭 it's subtle,,

(that 'underdog mentality' is the personality trait that is at the core of her conflict/dynamic with oliver btw!! i have so many thoughts on the way they're going to interact from a psychological standpoint anddd it ties back to felix,, but that is for another day)

[sakuplumeria]

Moriarty the Patriot / Yuukoku no Moriarty Ask Game - Alternate Universe Edition

Choose a number for a character and an alphabet for a scenario, and put it in my ask box! I’ll answer the question. Feel free to reblog if you want to answer questions too :)

Pick a character:

1) William James Moriarty

2) Albert James Moriarty

3) Louis James Moriarty

4) Sebastian Moran

5) Fred Porlock

6) Zach Patterson

7) James Bonde

8) Jack Renfield

9) Von Herder

10) Moneypenny

11) Sherlock Holmes

12) John H. Watson

13) Miss Hudson

14) George Lestrade

15) Mycroft Holmes

16) Irene Adler

17) Henry Antrim (Billy the Kid)

18) Mary Watson

19) Wiggins

20) Adam Whiteley

21) Charles Augutus Milverton

22) Favorite character

23) Other character (mention in the ask)

Choose a scenario:

A) Lives in modern times. What kind of vehicles does the character ride?

B) Goes out to space. What does the character miss the most from earth?

C) Turns into an animal. What animal does the character turn into?

D) Has magical powers! What powers does the character have?

E) Creates a Tumblr account. What does the character like to post?

F) Is in the orchestra! What instruments does the character play?

G) Spends time in the theme park! What attractions does the character play?

H) Lives somewhere outside the UK. Which country/city/place does the character live in?

I) Bodyswaps with another character. With whom does the character swap with?

J) Signs up for an RPG. What is the character’s username?

K) Signs up for an RPG. The character can be a rogue, a warrior, a mage, a trickster, an archer, and a priest/healer. What class does the character choose?

L) Lives in modern times. What phone does the character use?

M) Has elemental powers (for example fire and water), Which element does the character control?

N) Is in a restaurant/bakery/coffee shop AU. What does the character do?

O) Is in a hospital/medical AU. What does the character do?

P) Goes to Hogwarts and is currently wearing the Sorting Hat! Which house does the character get?

Q) Is a serial killer in the modern world. What weapon does the character use?

R) Is suddenly the most famous person in the world. What is the character famous for?

S) Is forced to have a date for a prom. Who will the character ask to fake date?

T) Is in the Olympics sports AU. What sports does the character play?

U) Is a solo traveler. What things does the character always bring with him/her?

V) Lives in a parallel universe where London is peaceful and doesn't have social gaps. What does the character do in such a peaceful world?

W) Is born from a Greek god/goddess. Who are the character’s parents and does the character have any powers?

X) Is a mythological creature. What creature does the character live as?

Y) Is created as a droid. What does the character programmed to do?

Z) Is a YouTuber. What kind of videos does the character upload?

[fancyfeathers]

Hi i hope your doing well .would yoj please do the pregnancy and child birth scenario for yandere John H Watson and yandere zack paterson please ? Thank you

These are the only two that would have a normal relationship with their darlings

With John his darling probably takes the place of Mary and he just adores her so much so that he would probably marry her before the Final Problem. In those honeymoon stages of their marriage he is just so clingy that it’s no surprise she is with child by the end of it. John is a doctor so he would pick up very quickly on the signs of pregnancy, the morning sickness, the fatigue, the mood swings, and so on, so he asks if he can do a check up on her just to check if she is or if it may be something else. Then when he pressed the stethoscope to her tummy he nearly cries.

“We are going to be parents dear.”

From then on he darling baby proofs everything and waits on her hand and foot, he sees her getting up to grab a book. He’s already going to grab it for her. He makes breakfast for her every morning before she even wakes up to make sure she is eating healthy since a balanced diet is good for the baby. He does daily check ups on her to make sure there are no complications with the pregnancy for her or their future child, all while talking about names for when they come into the world.

He’s probably not living at Baker Street after they get married, but that does not stop Sherlock from showing up at any hour of the day and John has to scold him to be quiet since he doesn’t want his darling getting startled and accidentally injure herself and potentially their child. Mycroft also visits every now and then since John still works with Sherlock and on more than occasion he comes with a few gifts for his future child and darling, all are recommendations from Mycroft’s darling when she was pregnant as well.

Then when the delivery comes, John is helping with the delivery along with a midwife, he is there taking care of his darling every step of the way. Then by the end of it they are holding two beautiful children together. He would let his darling recover and would stick by her side still then, but eventually the two of them would visit Baker Street again with a baby carriage and Miss Hudson is cooing over the two of them while John and his darling catch up with Sherlock.

“I suppose we should get going now so we can put Simon and Lucy to bed, shouldn’t we dear?”

Then with Zack, he is a workaholic, as much as he adores his darling he does not spend nearly as much time home as he would like, even spending some nights in his office or working on cases for Scotland Yard or William. So one day when he comes home and he just hugs his darling and she smiles and takes his hand, leading it to rest on her stomach and he immediately realizes and is completely in wide eyed shock.

“We’re… we’re going to be parents?”

Don’t get him wrong, he is over the moon, but he is terrified with what he is doing with William may put their child in danger so with that being said he tells William only to call on him when there is no other choice and this cuts his workload in half (well after he dumps some of the Scotland Yard cases on Lestrade) so he can take more time to be home with his darling during her pregnancy. He still has to tend to some paperwork in his home office but he is there whenever his darling needs him, covering making many of the meals and chores when she gets too tired. When he does have to go out on the scene he normally asks William to have Fred or Louis or someone keep a stakeout at his house to make sure nothing happens to her.

Then when the delivery arrives he is taking her to the hospital and is almost as stressed as her but only internally so she will lean on him and allow him to help her with the delivery. He manages to call sometime off work when the triplets arrive because they are more than a handful. Of course he still has some work with William that he cannot ignore so he probably asks either his mother of his darling’s mother to come and help take care of the babies while he is gone. Then there is certainly teasing from Moran and Bonde when he finally returns to them as a father.

“Lydia, Xavier, and Harrison, they mean the world to me. So to be clear I will put them before this job every time.”