#Mycroft x You

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Mycroft would not know how to flirt.

He would try to win you over with his witty comebacks and occasional compliments.

It's not like he doesn't know what the correct approach would be, but he just can't imagine himself saying such things.

You'd have to notice the subtle hints yourself. He will not poke at your intelligence(he wants to sometimes, it's a reflex, but he keeps his mouth shut when it comes to you), he won't keep the distance he usually does when he speaks to people. Sometimes he'd even brush his hand over your shoulder or waist when walking around you, or squeeze your knee a little if you're both sitting down.

To him all of these are MAJOR hints, yet you're just there, oblivious to everything for a long time.

He'd know that you like him, he isn't scared of rejection, but as you keep ignoring his efforts he does start doubting himself a little bit. Emotions are his weakest field.

When Sherlock gets sick of his unsuccessful courting, he pesters him until he invites you for dinner.

When you ask what the occasion is, he finally manages to tell you. In his own limited way.

"For the occasion of me wanting to have dinner with you, if you would be so kind"

That's all you get. You do still expect that there will be an actual, secret reason once you get there but you assume that he can't speak of it until then.

When you arrive at the restaurant and spend a good portion of the evening just talking about nonsense, you seem to catch on, finally.

"Mycroft, is this a date?" His cheeks are red, his palm covering his face.

"Obviously."

No. Not obvious to you apparently.

He is stressed. Help his poor soul.

You will mock him for literal YEARS about this. Of how the man controlling the whole country took 7 months to gather the balls to ask a girl out on a date despite knowing that she'd say yes.

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1 | the Woman

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

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

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

Gaining weight again?

Losing it, in fact.

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

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

“Mycroft?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, do tell then,”

“I’d rather show,”

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The Same Page Part 9

Sherlock and Mycroft & little sister!reader

A/N: you guys have been the epitome of patient, and I’m so sorry it took so long to update it. I got so caught up in my requests (which were all supernatural, which I also love btw) that I didn’t even realize that it’s been months. Updates are not gonna take this long in the future, I do love this series too. Thank you guys for being so patient

Warnings: angst, Sherlock’s kinda mean in this one

“I’m asking you not to declare war.”

Mycroft’s words struck a nerve in Sherlock. He wasn’t the one who threatened a custody battle, and he wasn’t the one always trying to take you away.

“It’s not about declaring war,” Sherlock argued. “It’s about you going against our agreement. You agreed that she should stay here for a few days, and it’s only been one night.”

“Yes, and she’s already had a panic attack,” Mycroft shot back as he led the argument into the kitchen so that they wouldn’t wake you up. “My agreement was made when I thought that you would actually stay here with her, not run off on a case. And I assume that that case is yet to be solved?”

“I’m getting close,” Sherlock said, feeling defensive.

“Which means that you’ll leave again. She can’t be alone Sherlock, she just can’t. You may disagree with me on that, but as her legal guardian I’m putting my foot down; if she’s in this house, she won’t be alone. Ever.”

“How is she ever going to go back to normal if you keep treating her like she can’t do anything on her own?” Sherlock challenged.

“That’s the problem with you, Sherlock! All you can think about is getting her back to normal. Why don’t you stop and try to think about what she needs, instead of just what you want.”

“You think she doesn’t want to go back to normal?” Sherlock scoffed. “You think she wants to be like this?”

“Like what?” Mycroft challenged. “No, don’t turn away,” he continued when Sherlock started to turn, shaking his head. “Like what, Sherlock? Are you going to stand here and tell me that because she’s hurting and she needs help, there’s something wrong with her?” When Sherlock didn’t speak, Mycroft persisted. “Like. What. Sherlock?”

“Like an invalid!” Sherlock snapped. “Like she can’t spend a couple of hours alone, like she can’t eat unless you’re hovering over her, like she can’t do anything by hersel—“ Sherlock’s voice cracked as he stopped, and the blood draining from his face instantly alerted Mycroft. He turned around to see where Sherlock was staring…

“Myc?” Your voice came out in a whimper as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Myc, I want—I wanna go home now.” You kept your head down, not looking at Sherlock even as he started to protest.

“N/N, I didn’t mean it like—“

“Of course,” Mycroft cut him off. “Of course I’ll take you home now.”

“Mycroft.” Sherlock glared at his brother. “Let me talk to her.”

“Myc, I want to go home,” you repeated, your voice a little more desperate now. The meaning was clear, even if you didn’t say it—you didn’t want to talk to Sherlock.

Mycroft turned on his heel and led you towards the door without responding to Sherlock.

“We haven’t finished discussing this!” Sherlock argued.

The only answer he got was a slamming door.

…

“I can do it,” you insisted, ignoring Mycroft’s outstretched hand as you reached the stairs leading down 221B.

“Please let me help you.” Mycroft was already reaching for your hand as he spoke, but you snatched your hand away.

“I can do it!” You repeated.

Mycroft pulled his hand back, but remained close as you made your way down the stairs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled after a moment.

“It’s alright,” Mycroft assured you, and the two of you remained silent after that.

Mycroft was too preoccupied thinking about Sherlock to speak anyway. As much as his little brother had been out of line, he hadn’t been completely wrong. Surely you wanted to go back to the way things had been, at least a little. What was Mycroft going to do if you stopped needing him around? Of course he wanted you to go back to school, to start sleeping regularly again, to eat right, all of that…

But what if you went back to Sherlock? Mycroft realized suddenly that he didn’t want that, even if you completely recovered mentally. He liked you living with him, and he was pretty sure you liked it, too.

But it wouldn’t be fair to you if that wasn’t what you wanted. But Mycroft could no longer tell what you wanted. He was trying to give you what you needed, and it was clear that you weren’t ready for the level of independence that Sherlock was pushing for, but…but what if one day you were? Would you stay with Mycroft, or go to Sherlock?

Mycroft was starting to realize that he needed you to need him too much, and he wasn’t sure what he would do once you didn’t need him. Would no longer needing him mean that you no longer wanted him?

“Is everything ok?” John’s voice interrupted Mycroft’s thoughts as the two Holmes’ passed him in the stairwell.

“Not really,” Mycroft sighed. “We’re going home.”

“What? I’m sure you and Sherlock can—“

“Not now, Dr. Watson,” Mycroft insisted. “We’re going home.”

…

You were quiet the whole way home, and when Mycroft asked if you wanted to sleep you just nodded silently.

As Mycroft got you settled in your bed, he talked quietly to you.

“I don’t want you to worry about today, alright? Any of it. Sherlock and I are going to figure out our custody arrangement, you’re not going to be left alone again, and…and Sherlock didn’t mean what he said, alright? There’s nothing wrong with you, so don’t think about it.”

You blinked up at your brother for a moment before turning on your side and closing your eyes. Mycroft sighed, turning to sit in his chair by your bed. You hadn’t gone this silent in months.

This could be harder than Mycroft had thought.

…

Mycroft stirred at the sound of sniffling. He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep—he was usually able to keep himself awake until you fell asleep, but he must’ve dozed off.

He squinted in the dim light to see your short hair, sticking out at a few angles as you cried face-down in your pillow.

“Y/N…” Mycroft was at your side in an instant, but when he pulled you away from your pillow you started to shake your head and push at him. “It’s ok,” he insisted. “It’s ok, it’s just me.”

You continued to shake your head, but Mycroft noticed that your fingers had a vice grip on the front of his shirt.

“It’s alright…I’m right here.” Mycroft pulled you into his arms, and you stopped fighting him. You still didn’t speak, and Mycroft just held you in his arms until you cried yourself to sleep.

“Sherlock, what have you done?” Mycroft muttered to himself.

…

You had barely managed to hold in your tears until Mycroft fell asleep in his chair, but it didn’t matter, because you’d woken him up anyway. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak as you tried to fight Mycroft off, or even as he held you close. You didn’t actually want him to go away, but after what Sherlock had said…

“She can’t do anything for herself!”

Even if Mycroft claimed it wasn’t true, you couldn’t get that voice out of your head. You’d barely said a word since then, and you weren’t ready to change that yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was more like the weight in your chest was so great, that even if you wanted to speak, you didn’t feel able anymore. Your anxiety clawed its way up your throat, choking even the idea of speech.

So instead of speaking, you just let your big brother hold you in his arms until your exhaustion won the fight with your anxiety, and you finally drifted off to sleep.

…

Mycroft was concerned almost as soon as he woke up. After you’d gone back to sleep, he’d returned to his chair but stayed in your room, just in case. But when he woke up, he saw that you were already awake—your eyes were open, but you hadn’t moved.

“Are you ready to get up?” Mycroft asked softly, and your eyes flickered to him at the sound of his voice. You pushed yourself up wordlessly, and Mycroft began to wonder just how long you’d remain silent. “Let’s go downstairs and get some breakfast,” Mycroft added, being careful not to phrase it like a question; he knew your answer would be no—you never felt like eating when you got like this—but Mycroft wanted (more like needed) to keep you on your eating schedule.

You didn’t protest as Mycroft helped you down the stairs, or when he put a plate of toast in front of you. But you didn’t eat it, either. Mycroft sighed, exhausted.

“I need you to eat. Just a little bit, for me?”

You blinked up at him before returning your gaze to your lap.

“Just a bite or two,” Mycroft added. When you didn’t move, he sighed and pushed the plate aside. “Alright, we can try that again later. Do you want to play our game? Tell me what you see.” Mycroft was desperate for any kind of interaction with you, but you remained unmoving and silent. “C’mon, you can’t—I can’t do this again, please. I can’t. I need you to—“

Mycroft cut himself off when your hand reached out and grabbed his in a death grip, your breath suddenly coming in gasps.

…

“I can’t do this again, please. I can’t. I need you to—“

Panic gripped your heart as Mycroft struggled to speak.

“I can’t do this again.”

This. You.

Would Mycroft get tired of trying to cater to you, the way Sherlock seemed to? Would he get sick of the way you “couldn’t do anything for yourself”?

You’d sought out Mycroft’s hand without even meaning to as your fear forced itself up your throat, restricting your breath.

What would you do if Mycroft got sick of taking care of you? Where would you go?

You remembered the earlier days of living with Mycroft—when CPS workers came over to “keep an eye” on your custody switch. They’d taken one look at you and tried to convince Mycroft to bring you to some care facility. If Mycroft didn’t want you, was that where you’d go? You wouldn’t last a week there, you just knew it—not without your brothers.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You’d been so lost in your own head that you didn’t hear Mycroft calling out your name until he was shaking your shoulders and yelling in your face. “Yes, good, look at me.” Mycroft breathed in relief when your eyes finally met his.

“I’m sorry.”

Mycroft couldn’t even take a moment to be relieved that you were speaking again as you sobbed in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t—“

“Hey, hey now,” Mycroft cradled your face in his hands, trying to get your attention back. “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I’m here Y/N, I promise.” You finally seemed to focus on him, so Mycroft just repeated “I’m right here,” again and again as he wracked his brain for a reason behind your sudden change to hysteria. He’d been speaking just before you started to panic—what had he said?

“I can’t do this again…”

Oh no. You hadn’t understood him; worse, he hadn’t made himself clear to you. Now you thought…

“Hey.” Mycroft made sure he had your full attention before he spoke. “I need you to listen to me now. I…I didn’t mean that I can’t—or won’t—take care of you, ok? I didn’t mean that I’ll leave you. I’ll never leave you, never. You understand me?” At your hesitant nod, he continued. “Good, good. I never meant to make you think that, I just…I just meant that I don’t want to see you in so much pain again. You didn’t talk for so long, and…and I know how much you were hurting. I don’t want you to hurt like that anymore.”

“I’m sor—“

“No, no don’t.” Mycroft wouldn’t let you apologize again. “Don’t ever apologize for being in pain, that’s not what I wanted. I just…I really want you to forget about what Sherlock said. He didn’t mean it, he didn’t. There’s nothing wrong with you, ok?” You didn’t nod this time, but Mycroft didn’t push it. “But it doesn’t matter. Because no matter what happens—with Sherlock, with wherever you decide to live, with all of it—I will never leave you, alright? I’ll be here whenever you need me. I’ll always be here for you.”

Mycroft willingly let you pull him into a hug, and when you all but collapses your weight into his embrace, he held you up without wavering.

“Please tell me you know that. Tell me you believe me. Because I promise it’s true.”

“Ok,” you sniffled. “I-I believe you.”

“Ok,” Mycroft sighed. “Ok.”

Mycroft eventually led you over to the couch where you dropped in exhaustion, and soon enough you were fast asleep, remnants of tears still staining your cheeks.

Once he was sure that you were asleep, Mycroft reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing a number and placing the phone to his ear.

“Sherlock? Yes, it’s me. I need you here, now. You’ve got a mess to fix.”

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Last Updated: 2024-08-13

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite BBC!Mycroft Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Earth Angel by lacelynpage • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You spent the last year and a half planning your wedding and know every detail except one. Mycroft picked and then wouldn't tell you what song you would be dancing to for your first dance.

✑ Force Majeure by the-girl-next-door-writes • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Mycroft Holmes is so caught up in analyzing his own feelings that he doesn't see they could be reciprocated. Lucky for him, his little brother is an interfering shit.

✑ He Should Know What to Expect by galactic-academia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Lady Smallwood wants to 'have a drink' with Mycroft; he's confused, but Reader knows exactly what to do...

✑ Hold My Hand by quillsandcauldroncakes • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Mycroft Holmes was not known as a very compassionate man. To some, his emotionless personality is… strength, himself included in this. To others, it is viewed as insensitivity and rudeness. However, to one such woman in his life, it is nothing more than a shield to protect the ones he loves.

✑ It's Beautiful by sherlockxreader • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Rain usually means less people milling around London streets. Still, you love the rain. Seems someone else appreciates it as well.

✑ Little Smiles by marvelmymarvel • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: When life got crazy as a spy and your life was endangered, the US sent you to England to be protected and 'start over' as they would like to say. You were placed under the care of Mycroft Holmes and soon became the mystery woman to the people of England.

✑ Motivated by sherlockxreader • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Mycroft hasn't been enjoying exercising, so the reader decides to help motivate him creatively by working out with him.

✑ Pointless Jealousy by megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms • 〔A〕 •

Summary: You can't help but feel heartbroken after learning about Mycroft's *ahem* arrangement with Lady Smallwood. Mycroft makes the situation by dismissing your jealousy as a pointless emotion.

✑ Your Hand in Mind by girl-next-door-writes • 〔A〕 •

Summary: Witnessing the death of Mary Watson causes Mycroft to focus on what he feels is truly important to him.

✑ A Matter of Take Out by bakerstreethound • 〔F〕 •

✑ A Proper Date by thranduilsperkybutt • 〔F〕 •

✑ After You by thranduilsperkybutt • 〔F〕 •

✑ Because by thranduilsperkybutt • 〔F〕 •

✑ Can't Lose You by specialagentlokitty • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Cuddles with Mummy by fandom-puff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Deeply and Unswerving by anna-liz-fiction-blog • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Feelings by imagine-by-susu • 〔A〕 •

✑ First Date by multific • 〔F〕 •

✑ First Sight by collecting-stories • 〔F〕 •

✑ His Weakness by imagine-by-susu • 〔A〕 •

✑ I Need to Go by imagine-by-susu • 〔A〕 •

✑ Jealousy by coppercatwrites • 〔A〕 •

✑ Just a Tad Sweeter by sherlockxreader • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Late at Night by multific • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

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✑ Pleasant Distraction by fandom-puff • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

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✑ Wrong Person by anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Mycroft Holmes... by lacelynpage • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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Mycroft x reader - you are brave

Hello please could I ask for a Mycroft x reader with a self harm reader and Mycroft comforts her ? If nit that's okay thanks 😊 - Anon 💜

TW: mentions of self harm

Everybody has secrets, things they wanted to keep to themselves, either because they couldn’t tell anyone or because they didn’t want to.

And yours was both.

You couldn’t tell anybody, and you didn’t want to tell anybody about it either, so you kept it as hidden as you possibly could.

Somehow Sherlock hadn’t managed to pick up on it, or if he had maybe he just didn’t want to talk about it, you weren’t sure.

But Sherlock did notice, and he chose not to bring it up.

At least not to you.

Instead, he told his brother knowing you got along with Mycroft better.

And an hour after that message that Sherlock, Mycroft was walking into your house, setting his umbrella against the wall.

“(Y/N)?” He called.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

You came through from the kitchen and you smiled at him, leaning against the doorframe.

“What’s up?”

“We need to talk.”

Mycroft walked over and into the kitchen, he pulled a chair out and sat you down, and he put the kettle on and grabbed two cups.

“Be truthful with me when I ask you this question, remember I know when you’re lying.”

You furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.

“Is this about your blazer when you left it at Sherlock’s? Because I’m my defensive it was a complete accident I got tea on it I swear! I’ll pay for it to be cleaned.”

Mycroft chuckled a little and he set your cup down in front of you and he set his own on the table and sat down.

“No, it’s not about this, and I already knew it was you.”

He clasped his hands together.

“Are you hurting yourself?”

You froze for a second.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said.

You said nothing, and that was all the confirmation that Mycroft needed, silence spoke just as loudly as words and yours screamed everything he needed to know.

“Why would you do this to yourself?” He asked softly.

“Mycroft don’t.” You warned.

“I already know everything, but, I want to hear you say it.”

You shook your head.

“If you already know it why do I need to say it?” You asked quietly.

Mycroft sighed softly, and he looked at you.

“Because I want to hear it from you, I want you to tell me whatever it is that’s going through your head right now, what made you feel like you had to resort to scarring your own skin.”

You looked away and clenched your jaw a little bit, and you shook your head a little bit.

“I’m fucked up Mycroft…” you whispered.

“Why do you think that?”

You turned to him, and swallowed the jump in your throat.

“Because I am…”

Mycroft stood up, taking his chair he set it down in front of you and sat back down, holding out his hands to you and you looked at them.

Slowly reaching out you gave him your hands and he stood them, gently squeezing them.

“You are not fucked up as you put it, okay. You’re not, and I don’t want you thinking about yourself that way.”

You didn’t say anything and he sighed.

“I know you’ve been struggling with loving yourself, and believing when people tell you how amazing you are. I know you struggle with a lot of things, but I don’t want to ever think that you thought this would be your only solution.”

“What else is there?” You shrugged.

“Let me help you.”

You looked up at him.

“I don’t want to know you’re destroying yourself just to feel something or help whatever it is that you’re struggling with at the time.”

Mycroft ran his thumbs along the backs of your hands.

“I don’t want you to think it is the only choice you have, because it’s not.”

“I don’t know what else to do…” you whispered.

“I do, stay here.”

Mycroft got up and he gestured for you to wait there for a moment and he walked away.

You didn’t know what he was doing, so you just waited.

Mycroft came back down and he set everything on the table and you looked at it all.

“Is there anything else?” He asked.

“Top draw of my bed stand.”

“Is that all?”

You sighed.

“Check under the sink the bathroom.”

Mycroft nodded and left and he came back with the rest of the stuff and he looked at it all.

“Right, I want you to throw it all out.”

“What?”

“Throw it out.”

You stared at him and he brought the bin over.

“I won’t, you must do this by yourself. Me throwing it out won’t do anything, but you throwing it out will.”

You nodded your head and one by one you tossed all the destructive objects out and he emptied the bin, taking it out to the bin outside and came back in.

Sitting back down in front of you, Mycroft took your hands in his.

“Let me help you with this.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to. I don’t want to get a message from Sherlock or Lestrade or Watson and find out that you’ve ended up in hospital or worse (Y/N).”

“I don’t know how you can help…”

“I do, I will stay here in your guest room. If you feel the need to harm yourself you come to me straight away, if you feel sad, angry, whatever it may be, you find me.”

You looked at him, tears brimming your eyes and he smiled softly at you standing up and holding his arm out.

“You’re going to be alright.” He said.

You stood up and softly hugged him, and Mycroft wrapped a single arm around you.

Truth be told he wasn’t sure how to help you yet, but it wasn’t going to take him long to figure it out, he was already thinking about everything he could do to help you.

Looking down at you, Mycroft wrapped his other arm around you a little unsure at first until he felt more comfortable and he just stood there holding you.

You balled your hands into his blazer.

“I can’t do this…” you chocked out.

“You can, okay? You can. Because you are strong, because you are brave, and you can do more than you ever dreamt you could.”

Mycroft looked down at you again.

“You are (Y/N), and the (Y/N) I know can do whatever she put her mind too.”

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Hi, could you write Mycroft Holmes x gender neutral reader where they cuddle after Mycroft come late from work? Thank you!

Home Late -Mycroft Holmes x GN Reader-

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!! Fluff !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : None that I am aware of

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 637 words

A/n: I'M SO SORRY, THE REPLY IS SO DELAYED. I had end of term exams to complete and study for, after that I managed to forget I even had Tumblr for a good few weeks... This is so short too... I swear I'll write more in the next approaching weeks to make up for it

Help what is short for Mycroft-? Mycky??? Mycro???? 😭😭😭

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You are Mycroft Holmes' partner, the two of you sharing a mutual love for the other. It is currently late into the night, the comfortable cushions belonging to the sofa nudging against your night wear. Your eyelids were heavy, staying awake was becoming more and more of an arduous challenge.

But your body jolts up, the mist fogging up your brain and train of thoughts vanishing in an instant. The cause was the nearing noise of familiar footsteps approaching the front entrance, followed by the impossible to miss sound of rustling and jingling of keys. You watch from the couch as the front door is unlocked and opened, an exhausted Mycroft walks in.

He closes the door, Mycroft drops his bag which most likely contains a great deal of important files. He lets out a yawn, a long tired yawn. He looks about, his drowsy eyes stopping in the direction of where you as well as the couch occupies. Mycroft's expression changes to one of happiness mixed with fatigue. "You are still awake?" He says quietly, closing his eyes momentarily and enjoying the warmth of the shared house.

Mycroft's eyes open again, his gaze returning to you, his soft warm look becoming a gentle smile. "It's been a hectic day. I'm relieved I'm finally home." He mutters. Mycroft's movements are sluggish, his hair a mess, he looks like a total slob, but strangely attractive. Mycroft makes his way over to you and takes a seat on the couch, right next to you.

"Good evening." You say to Mycroft. He fails to reply and is about to rest his head on your shoulder, before pausing and stopping himself. You can practically see the great amount of effort he is putting into to not just situate his head on your shoulder and fall asleep right then and there.

You sigh at his actions. "Oh Mycroft, refrain from overworking yourself..." You murmur. Mycroft's smile slightly broadens, his eyes softening as he finally gives in, you feel his head falling onto your shoulder. Mycroft proceeds to nuzzle into you for a moment, exhaling with great tiredness.

"I apologize, darling. It has been quite the busy week. But no need to worry, you always manage to calm me." Mycroft breathes out in a hushed tone. "That's good, you comfort me quite a bit too." You whisper in reply as you reach your hand out and secure it on the back of his head.

Mycroft smiles at your touch. "I am truly glad I'm the one that can provide to you the peace you deserve." He mutters lazily while his hands fall into yours, he proceeds to lace his and your fingers together, holding your tender hands tightly as your eyes meet. Mycroft pulls you in and presses a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, not pulling away for several minutes. "I am undoubtedly lucky to have you, my dear..." He whispers, millimeters away from drifting off to sleep.

You laugh softly at his state. "We're both exceedingly tired, aren't we?" You whisper. "How about we cuddle then go to our bedroom and get some proper rest?" You suggest. The reply you receive is a tired mutter of "Mmm... that sounds... like a splendid idea..."

Conveniently, the two of you are in a comfortable and cosy position, laying down on the couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Mycroft lays his head down on your shoulder and presses his body closer to yours.

The two of you never made it into the bedroom to sleep, within minutes of snuggling up nice and warm against each other, both you and Mycroft ended up drifting into deep sleep. The warmth of Mycroft's embrace shielding you from all unpleasantries.

Staying awake and awaiting Mycroft's return may be a challenge, but the rewards are advantageous.

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A Lonely Flower Amidst a Garden

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

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

Legwork.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A/N : will make a part 2 !

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Sherlock and Mycroft & little sister!reader

A/N: guys I’m so sorry, this chapter was NOT supposed to take this long…but hey, now it’s here, enjoy! It’s a little short, but I like where it ends.

“I can’t believe him! ‘My mess,’ as if—“

“Sherlock, if you start another round of ‘blame Mycroft,’ I swear I will hit you again!” John thundered.

Sherlock was taken aback. “Are you saying you agree with him?”

“Now not this again,” John groaned. “It’s not about sides, Sherlock, it never has been.”

“That sounds like something someone taking Mycroft’s side would say,” Sherlock argued.

“If you would put your ego away for two seconds—“

“That’s enough!” Both men shut up instantly at the sound of a woman’s voice entering the conversation. Mary was glaring at both her boyfriend and his best friend with equal annoyance. “Both of you are idiots.”

Sherlock looked like he was about to retort, but Mary interrupted him.

“Sherlock, you know darn well that you’ve made a mess. From what Mrs. Hudson told me, your older brother left in a towering rage with your little sister, who couldn’t even speak. That implies at least a little fault on your part, alright? But that’s not the problem. The problem is that you want everything to go back to the way it was two years ago. Now don’t try to deny it, you were acting that way when you found out about me, and you’re acting that way now.”

“So what if I am?” Sherlock grumbled finally. “It’s best for her if—“

“No, no. You haven’t been here for two years, and you need to at least consider the possibility that you don’t know what’s best for her, not anymore.” At Sherlock’s glare, she continued. “If you can’t do that, at least consider this; if this goes down to a custody battle, Mycroft will win, there’s absolutely no doubt. So you need to decide what’s more important—you getting your way, or you being able to see your sister again.”

When Sherlock still looked uneasy, Mary gave one last attempt.

“Your pride or your sister, Sherlock. That’s what this comes down to.”

Sherlock took a deep, steadying breath.

“I have to go see Mycroft.”

…

You were quiet again when you woke up, and Mycroft found himself desperately trying to regain some form of control. He led you back to your stool at the kitchen counter and tried again to get you to eat.

“Please.” Mycroft spoke quietly. “You know how important it is that you eat.”

He watched you pick around your food for a few minutes. He was willing to be a silent observer at first, but when he picked up on the slight irregularity in your breathing and the tears tracking down your face, he stepped in.

“Talk to me,” he insisted. “I need you to tell me what’s going on.”

…

You tried to make yourself eat, you really did. But the fear was back in full force, and it was making your stomach twist in ways that made even the idea of food want you to throw up.

Ever since the thought of CPS had creeped into your head, you couldn’t get it out. Even though Mycroft said he wouldn’t go, what if he did? Or what if the custody battle got CPS on his back again, and they decided that both Holmes’ brothers were unfit to raise you?

You’d have to talk at the custody hearing, and then the judge would see how screwed up you were, and everyone would see how skinny you were because you couldn’t eat…

You had to eat, you had to eat, you had to…

It was too much. Too much pressure, too much uncertainty.

“I need you to tell me what’s going on.”

Mycroft’s words gave you something else to focus on, but you didn’t think you could speak any better than you could eat.

You opened your mouth, closed it, cleared your throat, and tried again.

“I don’t…wanna go away.”

“Go away?” Mycroft’s eyebrows furrowed. “You’re not going away, you’re not going anywhere.”

“What if…” you took a shaky breath. “The custody case goes wrong?”

“The what?” Mycroft shook his head. “No, Y/N…Sherlock and I won’t go to court, ok? We…” Mycroft swallowed. “We can figure this out without a judge, ok? We will. And I’m never gonna let anyone take you away, ever.” Mycroft watched as you look at him, then your food, then back to him. “Hey,” he said. “Even if you can’t get back on your schedule, no one can take you away. Don’t let this scare you, alright?”

You turned in your chair, fiddling with your fork for another minute or two before taking one bite, then another.

“Thank you.” Mycroft pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Hey,” he said once he was sure you had eaten as much as you could. “Sherlock is coming over. I know he…he said some messed up things to you, but he wants to talk to you. Is that alright?”

You nodded slowly, taking Mycroft’s hand and letting him lead you to the couch.

The two of you were comfortable with the silence for several minutes until a knock at the door had Mycroft jumping up.

“Sherlock,” he said. “Stay right here, I’ll get him.” He returned a moment later with Sherlock, who looked uncomfortably stiff.

“Look,” Sherlock began, his attention completely on Mycroft. “You’re right—you have custody, and I can’t fight for it, because you’d win. So we’re doing this your way whether I agree or not.”

“Alright…” Mycroft’s eyes drifted to you before he looked at Sherlock. “But I didn’t really bring you here to talk with me.”

“I don’t know what else there is to say,” Sherlock said, his eyes going from you to Mycroft. “She wants to be here, I can’t change that.”

“Sherlock,” Mycroft was glaring now. “What about—“

“Look,” Sherlock cut him off. “I’m not going to talk to her with you listening in and interjecting all the time. Can we have a minute?”

Mycroft looked to you, and when you nodded he stood.

“Alright,” Mycroft decided. “Let me know when you’re done.”

“You’re not an invalid,” Sherlock said when Mycroft was gone. “But we all know that things are different now. I just want to put them back the way they were. Don’t you want to go back to school? Don’t you want to be the way you used to be?”

You let the words hang in the air as you considered them, picking each one apart. You wanted to go back to school…some time…but you knew it would be a while before you’d be ready for that. And as for his other question…

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna be who I used to be.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you curled in on yourself. “I…I know that’s not what you want…”

“It’s not about what I want,” Sherlock argued. “I’m just trying to do what’s best for you. Can’t you at least try to go back to what it was? It’s the only way you’ll get better.”

“I am trying,” you argued, your hands fidgeting.

“Ok,” Sherlock continued. “And I’m just trying to help you—that’s why I was treating you like nothing had changed.”

Sherlock’s desperation to explain himself just made you even more frustrated.

“But I…I’m not…”

“Mycroft isn’t going to treat you like you’re normal,” Sherlock said. “I will.”

“I don’t…I’m, I…” you clamped your mouth shut to hide your quivering lip, not like you knew what to say regardless. What Sherlock said made sense, but it didn’t at the same time. And you couldn’t tell if he was saying it because he believed it, or because he just wanted you to come live with him again. You knew sooner or later the brothers would have to ask you again, and you’d have to choose eventually.

You couldn’t do it. You didn’t want to. You couldn’t—

“Hey, hey.” Sherlock’s hands on your shoulders brought you slamming back to the present and out of your head, jarring you. “You’re not breathing—just breathe.”

You tried to take a deep breath in, but it caught in your throat and you started to breathe faster and shallower.

“I’m—I need—you nee—“ Sherlock was wide-eyed and panicked as you started to hyperventilate and your face went sheet-white. “You’re ok, you’re ok,” he soothed, shaking your shoulders gently to try to snap you out of it. He stopped when you started to curl in on yourself, rubbing at your chest and gasping for air. “M…” Sherlock’s voice caught in his throat, and he swallowed hard before trying again, his voice coming out in a yell. “Mycroft!”

Mycroft was in the room in a moment.

“I…I didn’t…” Sherlock looked from you to Mycroft. “I didn’t mean to…I…”

Mycroft ignored him completely, brushing past him and kneeling down in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“Y/N,” he said calmly. “Y/N, look at me.” When he saw your eyes completely unfocused and the way your face was turning colors from lack of air, he gave up the gentle approach. “Ok, ok…” Mycroft sat on the couch next to you and pulled you into his arms. “Y/N, I’ve got you, it’s ok. Breathe with me, ok? In…out…come on, you can do it, in…out…yes, like that…”

Sherlock stepped back, a useless observer while Mycroft helped you. His mind was clear again once you began to breathe, and his thoughts came back like a firestorm.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe, and there was nothing Sherlock could do. He had been completely and utterly useless. Worse, he didn’t even know what he’d done to set you off. He’d thought the two of you were having a perfectly productive conversation. But then you…

With everything going on in his mind, one thought was clearer than the rest:

He was wrong.

You didn’t belong with him.

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❆ Christmas Party by bbcsherloves • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: You and Mycroft have been dating secretly for years, and for the first time since, Mycroft has invited you to a Christmas Party.

❆ Gentle Nudge￨Prt. II by girl-next-door-writes • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Sherlock is concerned that his brother is lonely, so decides to intervene. The only thing is, the Holmes boys really do not know how 'people' work.

❆ Serendipity by girl-next-door-writes • 〔F〕 •

Summary: When Mycroft invited you to his parent's home for Christmas, he didn't realise he was giving his little brother the perfect opportunity to torture him.

❆ His Soft Spot by specialagentlokitty • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

❆ Interruptions by fandom-writes • 〔F〕 •

❆ Christmas shopping w/ Mycroft… by geeks-universe • 〔F〕 •

❆ Visiting Mycofts Parents for Christmas… ⧫ by geeks-universe • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

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Mycroft x reader - cakes

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

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

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

“Welcome home dear.” He said.

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

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

He quickly shook his head and stepped forward.

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

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

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

“How’s your day been today Myc?”

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

You hummed, nodding your head.

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

“Yes of course darling?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do! I do darling, truly.”

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

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

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

“A stupid ass decision?” You asked.

“Sorry?”

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

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

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

“I promise.”

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

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

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Yuumori doodles! (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠) Moran accepting the fact he has to clean is now my favourite animal.

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you can’t knowingly fuck a criminal and then turn around and get mad at them for doing something unethical, dubiously moral or illegal that directly involves you. what about this man made you think he follows the laws, is ethical or even moral? you knew damn well that he killed people for a living. how are you going to date someone whose probably on the FBI’s most wanted list (top 10) and then turn around and be surprised that he invaded your privacy? make it make sense. you can be mad at him all you want but shawty the man has proven time and time again who he is as a person. if this mother fucker is out here willingly killing bitches and has probably broken the geneva convention on multiple occasions what makes you think you’ll be exempt 😭? don’t be shy share with the class?

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A Lonely Flower Amidst a Garden

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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