#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.”

[yyutsuu]

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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-yyutsuu on Tumblr and Wattpad-

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[madlittlecriminal]

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[chihoshisai]

A Lonely Flower Amidst a Garden

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

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

Legwork.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A/N : will make a part 2 !

[madmarch1804]

“Thank you for my dance”

[iwmflbb]

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Whoa Baby

Sherlock and Mycroft x little sister!reader

Requested by @shinypandacherryblossom

Synopsis: you have startling news for your big brothers

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, this is kinda short.

Rain pelted your back as you pounded on the locked door of 221B Baker Street.

“Alright, alright, don’t have a-“ Mrs. Hudson froze at the sight of you shivering at her front door. “Oh dear, hurry in.” She stepped aside to let you through.

“Thank you,” you tried to wipe the tears away along with the rainwater, but of course you didn’t fool Mrs. Hudson.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” you cursed the quaver in your voice. “Is Sherlock in?”

“Yes, Mycroft too, he just popped in for a case or something,” the disdain in Mrs. Hudson’s voice made clear her opinion of your oldest brother.

“Thanks,” was all you could manage as you made your way up the stairs. You thought you’d have more time before you had to deal with Mycroft, but you supposed only having to tell the news once might be better anyway.

You didn’t bother knocking, and by the awkward silence that engulfed the room you could tell you’d interrupted something.

“What are you doing here?” Sherlock inquired.

“It’s good to see you too,” you scoffed.

“What’s wrong?” Mycroft noticed your state half a second faster than his little brother, and was therefore the first to bring it up.

You were sure you looked like a mess, and it didn’t take a Holmes’ skill to notice it; you’d rushed here, in the rain, without an umbrella, and you were sure that your tears still left a visible trace on your face.

“I-I need to talk to you guys,” once again you hated the quaver in your voice as you took a seat on Sherlock’s couch.

“We’re in the middle of something,” Sherlock said indignantly.

“It’s important,” you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“Tell us then,” Mycroft urged.

“Would you sit down, please?”

Sherlock was already seated in his chair, and Mycroft hesitated for a moment before going to John’s chair and sitting.

“Now, what could possibly be so earth shattering?”

“W-well…” you struggled with where to begin. “You remember Y/BF/N?”

“Your boyfriend?” Mycroft nodded. “Of course, what about him?”

“You interrupted us to tell us about a breakup?” Sherlock’s annoyance was evident as he stood.

“How did you-“

“Your appearance is fairly self evident. Is that really all there is?” Mycroft asked, and you could tell his impatience was growing as well.

“No,” you insisted, and with a sigh Sherlock lowered himself back into his chair.

“What, did he cheat on you? I could do something about him, if you’d like,” your annoyance was triggered when Mycroft’s bored tone reached you.

“It’s not just about that jerk, ok? And no, I don’t want you to do anything to him,” you took a deep breath. “He did leave me…be-because I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed was like a thick mist that hung over the room, all encompassing and ominous.

“He doesn’t want it,” you were crying again now, and Sherlock quickly got to his feet. “H-he…” you stiffened in surprise when Sherlock wrapped his arms around you. “Sherlock?”

Mycroft looked surprised as well, but still he rose to his feet and came to stand by the two of you.

“Forget him,” Sherlock insisted. “We’re going to help you, alright?”

“I want you to stay at my place during your pregnancy,” Mycroft broke in. “It’s the safest for you.”

You felt the corners of your lips twist into a smile. Your world felt upside down right now, but at least you had two brothers to hold onto.

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2023-12-08

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

❆ 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〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

See Also: Navigation || BBC!Mycroft Holmes Master Index

Authors: @bbcsherloves || @fandom-writers || @geeks-universe || @girl-next-door-writes || @specialagentlokitty ||

[specialagentlokitty]

Mycroft x reader - cakes

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

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

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

“Welcome home dear.” He said.

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

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

He quickly shook his head and stepped forward.

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

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

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

“How’s your day been today Myc?”

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

You hummed, nodding your head.

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

“Yes of course darling?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do! I do darling, truly.”

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

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

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

“A stupid ass decision?” You asked.

“Sorry?”

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

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

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

“I promise.”

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

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

[frost-queen]

Outmatched series

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[fairybonesandstardust]

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?

[cupidandcherubs]

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