#moriarty the patriot mycroft

[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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[fairy-writes]

Hello i hope u r doing well ☺️ can i request when Mycroft Holmes says something mean to their S/O and regret it later i want a dramatic one ,and may i please request a long one with hugs and tears ( im beeing dramatic myself lol ) and thank you❤️

REGRET

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: yuki-1999

Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot/Yuukoku no Moriarty

Pairing(s): Mycroft Holmes x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Angst to fluff

Note(s): There isn’t a lot out there about Mycroft’s personality, so I took some liberties.

We’re ignoring the fact that there’s a power gap in this in that Mycroft is a high-ranking director of the military department, and you are his secretary.

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The door slams open and bangs into the wall, leaving a sizable dent in the wood paneling. Albert Moriarty jumps a bit and turns to face you, an eyebrow raising as he takes in your fuming form. You’re panting from hurrying up the stairs in your haste to get to Mycroft’s office before anyone could talk to you.  

Luckily everyone could tell you were too angry for conversation. 

“Leave.” You snarl at Moriarty, and his eyebrow raises further as he looks at your lover, Mycroft Holmes, who is leaning his weight on his desk. Mycroft gives a nod, and Moriarty salutes briefly before taking his leave, tucking his hat under his arm as he takes care to close the door behind him. 

Leaving just the two of you alone. 

Mycroft doesn’t look perturbed. On the contrary, he looks just as handsome as ever, not a hair out of place, and his suit immaculately pressed. 

You knew it would. Despite your anger, you had still ironed it for him that morning. 

But that wasn't the point. 

You were still angry at him.

“May I ask why you’re so upset, dearest?” He asks, and you snort,

“Don’t ‘dearest’ me. You know very well why I’m angry.” You snap, and he raises an eyebrow. He looks so much like Sherlock when he does. You can see the resemblance in the slope of their noses and the shape of their eyes. 

“No, actually, I don’t. Do enlighten me.” He says, and you roll your eyes. 

Was he really that daft?

He was Mycroft Holmes. One of the smartest—if not the most brilliant—men you knew. 

“Last night.” You say, and his eyebrow raises further.

“What? The dinner with my parents? What about it?” He asks, and you clench your fists to keep from screaming. It would do no good for you now. 

“What you said about me. That I was your secretary.” He frowns at this, looking genuinely confused. Your temper keeps flaring higher and higher, and you aren’t sure you have the energy to stay calm.

“Aren’t you, though? I don’t see what the problem is. I’m not a mind reader.”

“Is that all I am to you?” You say quietly, and he briefly mulls it over, considering his words as if he isn’t sure what to say.

“That’s your job description, isn’t it? You aren’t a soldier. You are my secretary, nothing more, nothing less.”

At that, you flinch as if struck across the face.

Was a secretary truly all you were to him? That’s what he seemed to think. 

So, that’s how it was going to be, then?

Instead of screaming, instead of allowing your welling tears to fall, you simply turned around and left, hands fisted in the fabric of your overcoat. You hear him call your name in confusion, but you ignore it, simply opening and shutting the door behind you. 

Albert Moriarty is stationed outside the door. He greets you with a brief nod of the head, but like Mycroft’s call of your name, you ignore that too. Instead, you draw your coat about yourself, tugging it tight across your chest and buttoning it up to your neck. 

It’s snowing outside, and your carriage is waiting in front of the building. You climb inside, giving the cabbie the address to your Sherlock’s apartment. 

You don’t want to go home to your shared home with Mycroft. You don’t want to be alone in that big old empty house. 

Knocking on the door to 221B Baker Street, it’s actually Doctor John Watson who answers the door. He smiles at your appearance, having known you for a good few weeks since Mycroft introduced you to him and Sherlock.

“What can I do for you?” He asks, and you sniffle in the cold,

“Is Sherlock home?” You ask, voice trembling with unshed tears. At this, Watson frowns and ushers you inside and up the stairs. A fire is going in the fireplace. He takes your coat and fetches you a cup of tea before sitting down across from you. 

“Sherlock isn’t home at the moment. He’s out of the city on a case and asked that I handle any clients that come by. What seems to be the problem?” He asks gently and offers you a handkerchief as you start to cry.

“We were at dinner with his parents last night. Mycroft called me his secretary.” You say through hiccups. Watson's frown deepens at this,

“Isn’t that what you are, though? His lover and secretary?” He asks, and you shrug,

“That’s all he called me. So I asked him about it today, and he said, and I quote: “You aren’t a soldier. You are my secretary, nothing more, nothing less.” 

Watson makes a quiet ‘ah’ noise and moves to sit next to you on the couch. He places a hand on your back as you hunch over. 

“Is that all I am to him, John?” You whisper, and he’s quiet, thinking it over. 

“I don’t think so. I think—and forgive me if this sounds rude toward Mr. Holmes—but I think he’s just terrible at expressing his feelings. He and Sherlock both are rather rubbish at delicate matters such as someone else’s feelings.” He explains, and you nod as your tears begin to run dry. 

You should have known that. Should have remembered. 

You and Watson stay and talk for hours after you stop crying. He brews another pot of tea, and the two of you talk, getting to know each other better. He even makes you laugh with some of Sherlock’s antics and cases.

It’s dark by the time you decide to go home, gently refusing Watson’s offer for supper but accepting his call for a carriage. You put on your coat as John follows you to the door. 

“Thank you, John. Mary’s a lucky woman. I wish you the best of luck when you get married.” You say, and Watson flushes pink to the tips of his ears. 

“Thank you. Get home safe now. I’m sure Mr. Holmes is worried about you.” He says, and you laugh one last time,

“Call him Mycroft. There’s no need to be so formal.” You say, and he grins, 

“Mycroft it is, then.”

The house is dark when you are dropped off. You thank the cabbie and watch as the carriage drives off into the night. As you approach the door, you realize that there is indeed a light on in the house. A single candle illuminates the window where Mycroft’s study is.

The servants have all gone to bed, and you are alone as you carry an oil lamp up to Mycroft’s office. Your steps are quiet, almost silent, as you ascend the stairs. You don’t bother knocking, instead easing the large door open and peeking inside. 

Mycroft is hunched over his desk, one hand running through his hair as the other holds the report he’s reading closer to the candle so he can read. 

He doesn’t notice you. 

“You’re going to ruin your eyes like that.” You say, and Mycroft looks up, getting to his feet when he realizes it's you. 

“You’re back.” Is all he says, and you nod,

“I couldn’t stay away forever.” You say, and he swallows, hesitantly beckoning you inside. You enter, shutting the office door gently behind you. It’s silent for a beat. Then two. Then the third beat before Mycroft starts talking.

“I want to apologize.” He says, and you frown, setting the oil lamp on a clear spot on his desk. Mycroft keeps talking.

“I didn’t take into account your feelings when I introduced you to my parents. It wasn’t my intention to hurt them.” He says, and you cross your arms,

“You didn’t just hurt my feelings, Mycroft. You belittled me. You made me seem unimportant to them. Like I was nothing.” You say, and you could have sworn you saw him cringe. 

“Again, it wasn’t my intention. You are infinitely more important to me than I made you seem. And for that, I want to apologize.” He says as he comes around the desk, gently taking your hand in his when you uncross your arms. His hands are warm and rough; you can feel papercuts littering his fingertips where he was careless with his documents. 

Was he really that worried about you?

You can’t help but lean into his touch as he reaches to cup your cheek, running his thumb across your cheekbone. Your anger is long gone after speaking with Watson. 

“I accept your apology.” You whisper and look at him just in time to see him smile.

[afera-bh]

More moriarty the patriot fanarts hihi

(01-2024)

I remember that this particular art required a lot of work from me, especially since it was one of my first attempts at drawing a background/environment. Even though I would improve some things now, it is still one of my fav works.

[goldenlotus-arts]

A deal with the government

[ultopias]

mostly sherliam (+mi6 etc) post timeskip art dump

just realised i have a lot of these even the ones i from 2022 that i never posted on tumblr so here you go! as usual doesn't include drawings that already had separate posts in my blog

long post!

(↑ i like to imagine sherlock and mary are kinda in an in-law situation post-timeskip, except he's kinda awkward around her now (but still wanna be nice to her since she's john's wife after all) while she's just chill with him)

(bean water = coffee) (but louis, tea is also just leaf water...)

(i hope they still get to go on dates even in london~!)

(the flowers are in liam's room now💗)

(↑ is ko-fi request)

(↑ is ko-fi request as well)

(↑ set in chapter 65. fred who's too excited to show his roses that he's been tending to the past 3 years to william who just got back from america)

this ended up with a lot of just louis and sherlock beefing haha i unfortunately didn't get to draw a lot from the 221b side so i hope to get the chance to do so in the future 💪 (or psst commission me or send me a ko-fi request to do it 👀👉 renebaeragi.carrd.co )

thank you for reading!

[mayst0rm]

Happy Birthday William James Moriarty 🌹

Art Print ✨

[vodkabutgay]

Louis: Brother...am I ugly?

William: Nonsense. I'm looking at you right now you're the most beautiful boy in the world.

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Sherlock: Brother, am I ugly?

Mycroft, without looking up: Very much.

[getosbf]

Moriarty the patriot as text posts pt. 4/?

[yandere-romanticaa]

This panel will never not be funny to me. Also, as a woman myself, I can't help but agree with Mycroft here.

[ananiel]

Imagine being able to see spirits. You are able to see animals and humans walking (or floating) around, hearing how they talk and how they speak, talking about how they wish they could see their family or talking about how they want nothing more but justice

You are able to touch and pet, to speak and to interact with any of them, and when people touch your bare skin, they can see spirits too, which caused You to always wear gloves and long sleaves, as well as a mask

Now, the basic answear for this Power would be to become an oracle or some crazy witch of the Town. But what if You become a Detective. Yep, a young Detective that suddenly rised into the favour of the people for being able to solve cases that are a century old (mainly because the beheaded victim cries in Your bathroom at 3:36 am sharp every night)

So You live like this, in a happy way with your gift

Logical would be to keep your gift hidden too, so that people don't try to kill You for knowing to much

You met him on a random day, thinking nothing of him while a dog spirit was hiding behind your leg. He seemed friendly, and eager to befriend You as well, almost honored to be in your presence

Now spirits upon spirits whisper his name, talk about how deranged and how he was the one who killed them, or played part into their death. Spirits that got very fond of You would tell You to stay away from that man

You clearly followed their advice, and distanced yourself from him. But he isn't dumb, he caught up to it, and now, he tries to figure out what has gotten You to hate him so much

Surely... He has been studing You for ages, talking You day and night to figure out the best personality to just steal You away only for himself. What failed in his plan?

He asked himself, oh well, guess he'd have to take You in a more forcefull attempt

[the-little-pierre]

I love the effect 🤭✨️

[detectivejay]

I have no idea if this poll will have as much widespread appeal as some of the others, but this idea popped into my head and felt like a fun one to me, so...

Now you can take this whatever direction you'd like: who you realistically think you're the closest match to, or pure wish fulfillment who'd you most enjoy being. I'd love to see people's reasonings for their choices in the comments and tags. x3 Please reblog for a larger sample size!

In my case, I'd love to think I'm the Watson as a loyal friend, but I'm far too squeamish to be helpful with most medical needs besides basic first aid, and I would NOT be any help in a fight, I'm running in the other direction and yanking Sherly with me the second there's gunshots, bye. I think I'm mostly likely Mrs. Hudson--responsible, own a home, love Sherly and Watson despite their faults, still deeply loyal and tough in my own way even if I'm not in the thick of the danger, a bit of a homebody probably and good at whipping up some tea/food.

With all that said, interpret these roles any way you want! That will be a big part of the fun for this one, seeing how people decide and back up their picks. :)

[nicolett-rosse]

Teacher: test isn't difficult Test: Which one is Mr. Holmes?

[vlx3n]

[goldenlotus-arts]

Can't get u out of my head

[ultopias]

a bit late but managed to draw something for holmes bros birthdays!