#mycroft x gender neutral!reader

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You fall asleep in an odd spot ~ Sherlock Preferences

A/N: HELLO DARLINGS!!!! I’m SO sorry its been so long. Life got really chaotic but I trying to find time to writ more. I have missed you all sooo much. I hope you enjoy what I cooked up for today. See you all again soon hopefully lol.

Sherlock: 

Being with Sherlock involves a lot of late nights. When you're on a case the two of you can easily stay out till the sun starts to spill over the horizon. Exhaustion is your nearly constant companion. So it is not uncommon for you to fall asleep on the cab ride back to Bakers street. After your head is resting comfortably on his shoulder he will gently intertwine your fingers. Running his thumbs over your knuckles soothingly. It is one of the few truly tender things he does, and it means the world to you.

John:

Sleep isn't always your best friend. Most nights your body would, rather cruelly, keep you awake. Force you to think about your whole life till you spiraled into anxiety. John understood that struggle and would often stay up with you, making tea and sitting with you. It led to some of the deepest and more honest conversations. However, your bodies were still both achingly tired in the morning. So when John came to pick you up on your lunch break for a date one day after a particularly long night. He wasn't surprised to find you sound asleep on your desk. With a gentle touch he woke you up, telling your coworkers you weren't feeling well. The two of you spent the rest of the day together, cuddled up and fast asleep.

Mycroft:

Late hours were the norm in your house. Both of you commonly work odd schedules as contacts from around the world update you on various projects. On a bright Sunday morning Mycroft awoke to find you missing from the bed. Assuming you had simply gone to bed later and woken up early he walked down to the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was odd but not unfamiliar. You sat at the small breakfast table in the corner, head resting on the keyboard of your laptop. A few papers and a now very cold cup of coffee to your right. Gently, he woke you and ushered you into bed, calling Athena to cancel all morning meetings. The two of you needed some recovery time.

Greg:

It was cute really, well Greg thought it was cute at least, that you could never make it through a movie in the cinema. No matter how much you wanted to see the movie, every time you would drift off. Popcorn left to get cold in your lap as your head lulled back. While the end credits rolled he would nudge you awake with the most childish grin on his face, making you groan in frustration. He would always give you a summary on the car ride home, which you appreciated. 

Moriarty:

You were not one to let your guard down easily, Jim knew that. No matter how tired you were, sleeping in public wasn't an option. However, there was one exception, the plane to Dublin. Something about flying home relaxed you, made the worries and enemies slip from your mind. Softly you rest your head on Jim's shoulder and let sleep overtake you. He would work quietly, kissing your head whenever you stirred slightly to adjust. These plane rides were often the quietest moments in your life together, you both treasured them.

[anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek]

A Streamer Companion (BBC Mycroft Holmes x Gender Neutral!Streamer Reader)

I've started writing again. Don't ask how I came up with this content; honestly, I have no idea where this plot for a oneshot came from. But here it is—enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2

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Mycroft Holmes returned home late, the weight of the day's demands evident in his weary steps. He loosened his tie as he made his way through the dimly lit halls of their home, the echo of his polished shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound in the quiet night. His thoughts were already drifting towards the solace of his bed and the comforting presence of his spouse.

When he entered their bedroom, he was surprised to find it empty. The covers were neatly turned down, and the room was silent save for the distant hum of electronics. He knew exactly where his partner was. With a soft sigh, Mycroft made his way to their gaming room.

He pushed open the door to find Y/n seated in front of their setup, their face illuminated by the colorful lights of their monitors. They were engrossed in their stream, chatting animatedly with their followers as they played. Mycroft had grown accustomed to their passion for streaming, understanding it was an integral part of their life, even if the hours sometimes stretched late into the night.

He stepped into the room, unaware that they were still live. His broad chest, clad in his tailored suit, appeared in the camera's view, though his face remained just out of frame. The chat exploded with comments as soon as the viewers caught sight of him.

"Who's that?"

"OMG, hot person alert!"

Y/n glanced over their shoulder, realizing with a start that Mycroft had entered the frame. They gave him a quick smile, which he returned with a raised eyebrow, silently asking them to wrap things up.

"Love, it's quite late," he said, his voice low and rich, carrying a note of gentle reprimand. "Perhaps it's time to finish your stream and get some rest."

The chat went wild, the comments flooding in even faster.

"That voice!! 😍"

"Marry me, mystery person!"

"Is he your partner??"

"Guys, calm down," Y/n said with a laugh, trying to maintain their composure. "I guess that’s my cue to end the stream for tonight. Thanks so much for watching, everyone. I’ll see you all tomorrow."

They began to sign off, their viewers expressing their reluctant goodbyes mixed with curiosity about the unknown person. As they ended the stream, they turned to Mycroft, who was patiently waiting by the door.

"Sorry about that," they said, standing and stretching. "I lost track of time."

He stepped forward, wrapping an arm around their waist and pulling them close. "I understand," he replied, pressing a kiss to their forehead. "But you do need your rest."

They smiled up at him, their eyes sparkling with affection. "I know. Let's go to bed."

They made their way back to their bedroom, the house now completely silent. As they settled into bed, Mycroft turned to them, his expression softening in the gentle glow of the bedside lamp.

"How was your day?" he asked, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from their face.

"It was good," they replied, snuggling closer to him. "I had a great stream, and I made some progress in the game I was playing. The fans were really engaged tonight."

He nodded, his thumb tracing soothing circles on their back. "That's wonderful. I'm glad to hear it."

"And you?" they asked, looking up at him. "How was your day?"

He sighed, the weight of his responsibilities momentarily lifting as he shared the details of his day with them. "It was long and challenging, but we made some significant strides on a few important matters. I’m just glad to be home now."

They listened attentively, their presence a balm to his tired soul. They continued their nightly ritual, sharing the highs and lows of their respective days, finding comfort in each other’s company.

Eventually, the conversation dwindled, and they lay in contented silence, the rhythm of their breathing synchronizing. Mycroft pressed a final kiss to their forehead, his arms holding them securely as they drifted off to sleep.

In the quiet of the night, with his spouse nestled close, Mycroft found a rare and precious tranquility, a reminder that even amidst the weight of his world, there were moments of pure, unadulterated joy and love.

The following afternoon, Y/n was lounging on the couch, casually scrolling through TikTok when they stumbled upon an edit from last night’s stream. The video had already gained an impressive number of views and comments, showing the moment Mycroft had entered their gaming room. The editor had added dramatic music and heart emojis, focusing on Mycroft’s suit-clad chest and his smooth, commanding voice.

"Who's that mystery person?" the overlay text read, followed by a flood of comments from viewers simping over Mycroft.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, their cheeks flushing as they watched the edit. Mycroft truly was hot, and seeing the fan reactions only made them blush more.

As the afternoon gave way to evening, Y/n prepared for their next stream. They couldn’t help but wonder how their fans and co-streamers would react tonight. They set up their equipment, mentally preparing for the inevitable onslaught of questions.

Once they were live, the chat immediately exploded with comments about Mycroft.

"Tell us about the mystery person!"

"Is that person your partner?"

"Marry me, mystery person!"

Their co-streamers were no different, jumping right into the teasing. "So, who was that last night? Your bodyguard or something?" one joked.

Y/n laughed, trying to deflect. "Oh, just someone very special to me," they said with a smile. "Let's focus on the game, okay?"

But the curiosity and teasing didn’t stop. The stream went on, with occasional questions about Mycroft popping up, making Y/n blush and laugh.

About halfway through their stream, Mycroft arrived home. He entered their gaming room, looking as composed as ever. The chat erupted once again as his suited figure came into view, his voice as commanding as the night before.

"Y/n, are you almost done? We have reservations for dinner," he said, his eyes softening as they met theirs.

The chat went wild, and their co-streamers didn’t miss a beat. "Dinner date? Fancy! Who's the lucky person?" one teased, while another added, "Is this the mystery person from last night?"

Y/n blushed deeply, trying to keep their composure. "Alright, everyone," they said, laughing. "I guess that's my cue to wrap things up. Thanks for watching, and I’ll see you all tomorrow."

As they signed off, Mycroft watched them with a raised eyebrow, curious about their flushed cheeks and the playful looks from their co-streamers. Once the stream ended, he helped them stand up, his hand resting on their waist.

"Why are you blushing so much?" he asked, genuinely curious. "What were they teasing you about?"

They giggled, shaking their head. "Oh, just some playful banter. I’ll explain everything over dinner."

Mycroft nodded, accepting their answer for now. "Alright, then. Let's get ready."

Y/n quickly changed into something suitable for their dinner date, their excitement growing. As they left the house, they couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, knowing they had a lot to share with Mycroft about the amusing reactions of their fans.

At the restaurant, as they settled into their seats and ordered their meals, Y/n recounted the day’s events to Mycroft. He listened intently, a smile tugging at his lips as they described the TikTok edits and the fans’ reactions.

"It seems I've become quite the internet sensation," he said with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Y/n laughed. "Yes, you have. They’re all so curious about you. They think you’re some kind of mysterious, handsome figure."

Mycroft smirked, leaning closer. "Well, I am rather mysterious," he said playfully.

They rolled their eyes affectionately. "And handsome," they added, blushing again.

They enjoyed their dinner, the conversation flowing easily. Mycroft’s presence, his calm and composed demeanor, was a perfect counterbalance to Y/n’s lively spirit. The evening was filled with laughter and shared stories, a reminder of the unique bond they shared.

As they walked home, hand in hand, Y/n felt a deep sense of contentment. Despite the chaotic world they navigated, moments like these, filled with love and laughter, made everything worthwhile.

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Y/n was excited for the lunch get-together with their co-streamers. After all the teasing and curiosity about Mycroft, it was time to spend some quality time with their friends outside the digital realm. They decided to meet at a trendy café in the city, known for its cozy ambiance and delicious food.

As Y/n arrived at the café, their friends were already there, waving them over. Y/n joined them at the table, exchanging hugs and pleasantries.

"Finally, some real-life interaction," one of their friends, Emma, said with a grin. "And maybe some more gossip about your mystery person."

Y/n laughed, shaking their head. "I knew you wouldn't let that go."

The lunch started with light-hearted conversations about recent games, funny stream moments, and upcoming plans. However, the topic inevitably shifted to Mycroft.

"So, Y/n," another friend, Mike, began with a teasing tone, "are you ever going to tell us about the person from your stream? The fans are still buzzing about them."

Y/n rolled their eyes playfully. "They’re just someone very special to me, that’s all."

"Special, huh?" Emma nudged Y/n. "Come on, we need details! Are they a secret agent or something? That voice... and that suit!"

Before Y/n could respond, their phone rang. It was Mycroft.

"Excuse me for a moment," Y/n said, answering the call. "Hey, love."

"My dear, I’m on my way to pick you up," Mycroft's smooth voice came through. "I should be there in about ten minutes."

"Alright, see you soon," Y/n replied, a smile on their lips.

As they hung up, their friends looked at Y/n expectantly. "Was that him?" Mike asked eagerly.

"Yes," Y/n admitted. "He's coming to pick me up."

Their friends exchanged excited glances, their curiosity reaching its peak. They continued their lunch, but it was clear that they were all anticipating Mycroft’s arrival.

Ten minutes later, a sleek, expensive car pulled up outside the café. Mycroft stepped out, his presence immediately drawing attention. His tailored suit was immaculate, exuding an air of sophistication and elegance. He walked into the café, his eyes scanning the room until they found Y/n.

Her friends’ jaws dropped. The man before them was the very embodiment of refinement and grace. It wasn’t just his appearance; it was the way he carried himself, with an air of confidence and authority.

Mycroft approached their table, his gaze softening as he looked at Y/n. "Ready to go, darling?"

Y/n stood up, smiling at him. "Yes, just a moment." They turned to their friends, who were still staring in awe. "Everyone, this is Mycroft."

Their friends were momentarily speechless, then Emma finally found her voice. "Wow, Y/n, you didn’t tell us you were married to a James Bond character!"

Y/n laughed, glancing at Mycroft who raised an eyebrow in amusement. "He's not a secret agent, just very good at his job."

Mike leaned in, still looking stunned. "Why do you even stream, Y/n? You could just be living the high life with Mr. Posh here!"

Y/n shook their head, chuckling. "Streaming is just something I do for fun. It’s a hobby, and I love interacting with you guys and the fans. Mycroft supports me because he knows it makes me happy."

Mycroft nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Indeed. Y/n's passion for streaming is something I admire. It brings them joy, and that’s all that matters."

Their friends exchanged looks of respect and understanding, finally seeing the full picture.

Emma grinned. "Well, it’s nice to finally meet you, Mycroft. You’ve definitely made an impression."

Mycroft inclined his head politely. "The pleasure is mine. I’ve heard much about all of you."

As Y/n said their goodbyes to their friends, they felt a sense of relief and happiness. The teasing and curiosity had been fun, but they were glad to finally introduce Mycroft to their friends.

Walking back to the car with Mycroft, they looked up at him with a smile. "Thank you for coming to get me."

He smiled back, opening the car door for them. "Always, my dear. Now, shall we head home?"

As they drove away, Y/n couldn’t help but feel grateful for the balance in their life – the excitement of streaming, the love of their friends, and the unwavering support of their extraordinary husband.

[loganwritesprobably]

BBC Sherlock Fanfic

Genre: Fluff Character: Mycroft Holmes Reader: Unspecified, they/them

Request?: No

Warnings: Boner mention

[himegureisu]

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,”

NEXT >>

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[yyutsuu]

hi! your imagine was amazing, thank you so much for answering. i hope you don’t mind but may i request a mycroft x reader again but with some angst, where they have a really bad argument? they can break up or reconcile - it’s up to you!

Argument -Mycroft Holmes x GN Reader-

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!! Angst with comfort !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : Argument and smoking/nicotine mentions

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 1098 words

A/n: (I have returned !!) I chose to have a happy ending, I hope you’re fine with that ! I also have no idea what the argument should be about, so I did not specify it, I hope you also do not mind that

This is serving as such a good distraction from the suffocating air in this plane 😭😭

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It was a rainy day, both on the inside and out. You are laying on a relaxing and comfortable bed, the one that you and Mycroft shared. Usually, the two of you would be resting together, but last night was contradictive. Mycroft did not return home, he had most likely been staying in his office for the night.

You knew clearly what was the cause of this, during the night before yesterday, the two of you had an argument, not pleasant at all. “I despise you.” His words hurt like a excruciating stab wound, engraved onto your brain, haunting you.

The curtains were not open, but a faint luminescence emits still from them. The silence filling the air is harmonized by the rain, softly tapping at your window. At first, the tapping was simply background music, but now it seemed to become louder and louder, driving you to the brink of insanity as you hid under the warm blanket.

You decide to finally let go of the comforting embrace of your blanket which is as soft as a feather. You begin to sit up against the chilly bed frame. Your eyes are slightly swollen from the tears of last night mixed with the fact how you did not get the recommended amount of sleep, no, way less than that.

You simply sit there, blankly staring down the thin strips of light that had succeeded in escaped the cover of the gloomy curtains. You slowly and painfully recall the recent events, fatigue weighing down on you as you do.

It was presumptively one of the worst fights you’ve ever had with Mycroft, not psychical, but equally painful. You sat on your soft bed, rethinking the whole conversation over and over again, recalling every single tiny detail as if it only happened seconds ago.

By the time you realized you should perhaps head out for a breather, hours had passed since you sat up, the rain had died down. Getting out of bed was not difficult, you were wide awake ages ago. The very moment you step out from your blanket, the icy cold air bites at your skin.

After getting dressed and brushing your teeth you head straight outside, forgetting about breakfast entirely. It wasn’t too early in the morning, you stuff your house keys into your pocket, the sound of steady footsteps arising from your shoes. The air was particularly nice, cool and fresh, just what you needed.

The grass was damp, water droplets still resting on the emerald leaves that sprout from the earthy dirt. Every wave of sound was automatically blocked out by your ears, granting you the calmness you had wished for. The frown painted on your face, at long last, disappeared.

It was late in the evening when you finally returned home. During your stroll you had purchased some delectable food at a befitting bakery and had a cup of warm coffee.

You approach the front door to your and Mycroft’s shared house. By the amount of times you saw the door, you could tell when someone entered after you left. After you left the door, it had been unlocked from the outside and then locked from the inside. You stood there, slowly extending a hand to unlock the door, puzzled at who could and would enter.

It appeared you forgot about him, you had forgotten about Mycroft for a good couple of hours. “Mycroft…” You mutter, your memory finally refreshes as you unconsciously say his name. Your hand movements stop entirely, freezing up on the spot.

Your heart races, you don’t quite know what to do, open the door or stay out for longer? You knew deep down, the argument did not result into hate for Mycroft, you had said some pretty hurtful things too, but you just didn’t know at all what to do to fix the relationship.

You take a deep breath and place the keys into the keyhole, turning them as your ear takes in the sound of a familiar click. With your shaking hands, you turn the door handle and push the door open.

You look around and observe the room, Mycroft was most certainly present in the area, his once shiny shoes sitting near the front door accompanied with the difference in placement of a chair at the dining table proved that. After taking off your shoes and carefully placing them next to the door you walk around.

He was not in any room, not sitting on any furniture, you had searched most rooms. It was until you plopped yourself down on the couch you felt a small breeze graze your skin, it was coming from the sliding glass doors to the balcony along with a faint smell of nicotine.

You approach the balcony doors, brushing the silky curtains to the side, revealing the sight of Mycroft standing on the balcony. His back was turned to you but you could spot the smoke forming from each drag of the cigarette he made. It is without a doubt, you were not happy at all with Mycroft’s actions, he had promised he would avoid smoking a while ago, keeping his promise until now.

You slide open the glass door, Mycroft immediately puts out the cigarette on an ashtray and turns around to face you, as if nothing occurred at all a second ago. As he turns to face you, you can observe and notice that his lips are quite dry, the cigarette he had clearly wasn’t his first in a while. In addition to that there are very visible eye bags, he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

The moment the two of your eyes met, tears spill from Mycroft’s eyes, he had evidently been holding it in for quite a while. He walks towards you and holds you in a tight embrace. “Please, just allow me to do this for a while,” Mycroft whispers. You are caught off guard by this.

After some time you both head inside and make some tea. Eventually, the two of you talk about the matter and came to an agreement. Mycroft had also promised he would try his best to avoid turning to nicotine no matter what happens.

The following night was better than every other one you experienced, the two of you holding each other in an embrace while sleeping peacefully under the familiar warm blanket. The aftertaste of the argument entirely washed away. The both of you finally being able to receive sleep, the rain had begun again, but this time it was in forms of soft and calming taps on the window.

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[beneathashadytree]

Congrats on 2K!!! Could I request prompts 13 and 21, for Mycroft Holmes, please?

NIGHTS WITH YOU - MYCROFT HOLMES X READER

Warnings : pretty suggestive implications but nothing else I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : Thank you nonnie! I did enjoy writing this soft piece, so fingers crossed that this is what you had in mind. Hope you like it!💗

Prompts : “Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?” “Can this stay between us?”

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“Your hair’s much softer than it seems,” they pointed out as they carded their fingers through it.

“Is it? I’ve never paid it much attention,” Mycroft replied, his eyelids fluttering shut as their actions soothed his nerves to a point where he found himself nearly falling asleep.

Their other hand wandered, tracing invisible shapes onto the warm skin of his chest. He was very much naked in their bed indeed, but the last thing on their mind at the moment was any sort of intimate act. This was the only kind of intimacy that they were craving now.

“I believe Sherlock’s hair is quite similar to yours,” they mused, “The same curls and all.”

Mycroft sighed a little with exasperation, though he didn’t seem too annoyed. “Please do not bring up my brother’s name while we’re in bed.”

“Alright, alright,” they conceded, scratching at his scalp just right, successfully pulling a deep hum from the back of his throat. Something of a smile formed on their face; nothing ever made them happier than the sight of this man, who had a habit of working himself to the bone, relaxing in their arms. “If you’re too busy, I’ll let you up.” This was said with no small amount of reluctance, and was—thankfully—met with even more reluctance from his end.

“Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?” Mycroft carefully asked, not quite meeting their eyes. It must’ve been embarrassing to him; to ask for something so mundane and so simple, when he was a man who’d always carried the weight of the Crown and its responsibilities on his shoulders.

The last thing they wanted to do was discourage him from seeking them out whenever he was in need of affection—after all, theirs was plentiful when it came to him. “I’d very much like that, actually,” they replied with all the honesty there was, and then resumed their ministrations.

After a few beats of silence, they noted the dark circles under his eyes, and the gauntness of his cheeks. “You seem tired.” Their hand left his chest, only for their fingers to softly caress his face. “I suppose it would be wishful thinking on my part, to think that you’d been taking care of yourself?”

“Darling.” Mycroft sighed once more, though this time he sounded decidedly more resigned. “I just… hadn’t the time. Please, do not scold me.”

“I won’t admonish you this time, but you know I worry,” they earnestly said, tilting his face to meet their gaze. “You’re about to fall asleep in my arms, and it’s not even ten o’clock yet.”

He snorted, his tone self-depreciative. “Not my most impressive feat, I suppose, getting all but knocked out after one round in bed.”

“I’d rather have no rounds but plenty of hours of sleep for you.”

There was no doubt as to whether or not they were being truthful, because even a blind man could see just how concerned they were for his well-being, and how deeply they always wished to help shoulder some of his burdens. Since they very well couldn’t interfere with Royal business, they were stuck here, with nothing in their hands but to try and make him feel most at home and at ease with them.

“I’m sorry. I wanted us to have a more memorable night together, after having been apart for so long. But...”

Mycroft sounded truly apologetic as he said that, and they couldn’t help but smile at the way he could no longer force his blue eyes open. They knew it would be mere minutes before he fell into a deep sleep, and they would have to content themself with the beautiful sight of him slumbering in their embrace.

“It’s alright, dear. Only one round for one night is more than other men might offer, but I know it leaves a blot on your perfect record of a daily two,” they teased him, softly stroking his cheek as he huffed out a half-laugh and shifted to drape his arm around their waist.

“Then I must ask. Can this stay between us?” he mumbled, his consciousness clearly slipping.

“Of course. Wouldn’t dare spill your secret.”

And perhaps his last memory before the world turned dark was that of them tenderly kissing his forehead, seeing as he fell asleep with a small, content smile on his lips, the sight of which warmed them up to their very toes.

Taglist: @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights

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Characters & Fandoms I write for;

I am willing to write pairing fics of a character x reader, or general scenario fics with reader inserts.

Reader will be male with he/him pronouns as a default, so please specify if you’d like a female or gender neutral reader!

I will write LGBTQ+ and straight readers & pairings, just let me know what kind of thing you want in your request! I will not write smut.

I am Autistic and have ADHD, I will happily write either of these into fics.

I will write mental health issues, I personally suffer from OCD, CPTSD, Depression, and have previously dealt with ED tendencies, so I can write those with relative ease, request other mental health stuff and I’ll give it a go if I can or let you know if I don’t feel able to write it.

Characters not on my list are probably either not there because I don’t feel I know the character well enough to write them or am not comfortable writing them as pairings, but it’s always worth checking just in case I forgot to add someone!

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner (Hotch)

Jason Gideon

David Rossi (Dave)

Jennifer Jareau (JJ)

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Anthony DiNozzo Jr. (Tony)

Timothy McGee

Abby Sciuto

Jimmy Palmer

Ziva David

Ellie Bishop

Nick Torres

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Greg Lestrade

James Moriarty (Jim)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

I will probably add more characters as I get further into shows I am watching or if I find a new fandom to obsess over! Have fun writing requests!

[orionicchaos]

may i please request a mycroft, albert and sherlock x reader (separate) on how the spend their time after the characters come home after work? thank you!

heEEEYYy,, sorry for the very, VERY late answer, to be honest i didn't think anybody would asks something so i didn't check, anyway here's your request, hope you like it <3 it’s all soft and cheesy

× gn!reader, they/them used once

characters : mycroft, albert, sherlock

🌺

TW : soft, fluff, a bit of angst for Albert but overall that’s just some cheesy headcanons

a.n. : i'm not very familiar with mycroft and albert but i hope i respected their characters :) also it's a bit short + I’ve only finished the 12th volume

navi.

HOW THEY SPEND TIME WITH YOU AFTER COMING HOME FROM WORK

Mycroft

this man is a very busy man, it's not everyday that he comes back home early

he's usually home after 10 p.m., and sometimes he’s not even at home before midnight

most of the time you’re already sleeping, after leaving his part of the dinner on the kitchen’s table with a cute message that never fails to make him smile softly

but about once a month, he can leave his office early, and when this happens you usually go outside to walk, hand in hand, near a river or in a park, talking about little nothings like “I really love the way your hair shines when it’s summer“ or “your hat suits you very well”

he does compliment you a lot, and praise your cooking skill because gosh, you make the best dishes ever (and even if you’re not that good he’ll still praise you because you’re doing you very best not to burn the kitchen)

also during your walks, he tries to talk to you about your interests, even if it’s something he has no clue about, from car engineering to art and biology

man even studies if he ever has some breaks at work

he tries his very best!!

as often as possible, he takes you out to go buy anything you want, and do not hesitate to choose expensive things

he has the money and could buy the world for you

sometimes, when you’re still awake when he comes home, he proposes you to go on a peaceful night walk, his hand on your waist, and you can expect a lot of kisses as you’re both stargazing

plus, he calls you "dear" at every occasions he gets

Albert

same as Mycroft but also very different

he’s a busy man too, always planning something with William and Louis, but he’s either at home 24/24h or never here

when he’s at the mansion, you spend very normal days, starting with very traditional breakfasts with William, Louis, Sebastian and everyone when they’re not busy with their own life problems, and ending with a reading session in bed before sleep

but when he comes back after a long mission which can last from 3 days to a month, you can expect him to be very romantic, sweet and also a lot of gifts

the pretty hat you talked to him about weeks ago ? take it, it’s for you. the masterpiece made by that painter you love costing a lifetime’s savings ? all for you

i’m going to say this once but a LOT of cuddles

yeah you heard me, he doesn’t seem like he likes cuddles but thrust me he does (behind shunted doors at least)

in bed, during rainy afternoons, in your room… you can’t escape this man’s arms when he wants to cuddle with you

not in a clingy way, he just arrives from behind and pulls you in his arms, silently appreciating your presence

he didn’t get the chance to see you for a long time after all

compliments you a lot, loves to whisper sweet nothings to you, always tells you you’re the best person he met

just enjoys being around you, man is so scared that one day he’ll eventually have to leave you behind because of his activities, if it becomes too dangerous or if one day he just dies during a mission and gives the responsibility to someone to tell you the new

he doesn’t talk about his work at all, to protect you and because he doesn’t want you to get involved

you’re his lover, he dearly cherishes you and wants you to be the happiest person alive

Sherlock

the happiest man when he comes back from work I’m not even joking

sometimes he’s not even out for more than 4h but he missed you

opens the door smiling happily, attacks you with cuddles and kisses, yelling about how much he missed you and asking if you missed him too

say yes please you’ll make his day

sometimes he brings back some gifts he found on the way home, because that reminded him of you

he dearly love all his friends but he cherishes you even more, you’re like a light in his life just by your smile

after the attack of cuddles, he usually starts to play violin for you, not that you asked, just because he wanted you to hear him play, and when you start dancing, looking at him softly, he feels like he won over the world

also loves to talk to you about the mysteries he solves, he goes really deep into the details and explains everything to you, doesn’t care if he has to explain twice if you don’t understand something

it’s something very personal for him and he loves to share it with you, he also asks you for some advices because he thinks you’ll eventually have the solution of the most unsolved mystery, and sometimes you did !

gosh you’re so smart

often, when Sherlock’s here, John is around, and you also get the chance to talk with him

"hey, stop talking to my partner, they’re MY partner !"

yup, he gets easily jealous, even of John

oh and, he even talked to you about Liam !! I hope you realize how lucky you are

overall he just loves you so much, and tries to spend a lot of time with you

credit: orionicchaos

[masqueradeleopera]

Friend

Yandere Sherlock x GN!reader x yandere Mycroft

Part1 <-You are here

Part2

A/N: This is my first Yandere story if I write anything wrong,please correct me.John will not be mention in this,in the story will be slowly progressed in cluding characters behavoir. And if you can please give me a feedback. Have a great day!

Warning: ooc characters,bad writing,bad grammar,yandere Sherlock,yandere Mycroft,mention of oc

"Are you going to see someone?"

Sherlock's question made (Y/N) who's at the front door of the flat halted almost immediately.

They looked at him with nervous smile before they answerd.

"No? I'm just going out to buy....uh...groceries!"

Of course Sherlock wouldn't buy that,Sherlock scoffed before he say.

"No,you are going out to see someone,judging by your clothing. You don't normally wear those unless you are going to meet someone and you want to impress them.So let me repeat the question for you.Are you going to see someone?"

His voice went a bit darker when he repeat the question.

'This is why I choose not to go out with my friends when you are around,Sherlock.'(Y/N) thought. Sherlock would interrogate until he got the answer he want,even goes out with them sometimes.To be honest it made them uncomfortable a little bit but this time they're not going to let him do that again.

"Yes,I'm going to meet my friend."

"Name."

"What?"

"Your friend's name,(Y/N)."

The way he said their name sent shiver throught their spine,his eyes watching them like a predator who's looking at their prey.

"J-Jack..." They answered shakenly.

"Jack what?" Sherlock asked,demanding the full name.

"Jack Mark..." They whisperd.

"Thank you."Sherlock said with cold smile,the same one that he uses whenever he met (Y/N)'s friends.

They don't understand either why he behave this way. They have known his family since they were young,so technically they're somesort of childhood friend,(Y/N) just hanging around with Sherlock and Mycroft until the boys started to accepted their persent in their life. It's still mystrey for (Y/N).

Whenever they invited their friends over,Sherlock would deduct them which made (Y/N)'s friends never come again.

"What are you waiting for? Come on"

Sherlock's question made (Y/N) snapped out of their thought and looked at him,he's already in his coat and ready to go.

"Wait-No! I'm just going to meet him.There's no need to come with me!"(Y/N) protested.

"Why not? I just want to meet your friend." Those words sliped out from his mouth unnaturally with a hint of disgust in his voice.

"I want to spend time with my friends sometimes too you know?"They tried to explain.

"Aren't I your friend too?"His voice suddenly become sadden as he looked at you in the eyes.

"It's not like that! I-I just want to spend time with other friends too!"They said as they looked at him nervously.

He hummed and think for a second before he reply.

"I see,well have fun with your friend!"He said without second thought and heading up stair,leave (Y/N) behind with confuse expression on their face.

"Okay.....?"They mumbled before they leave the flat.

Unknowingly to them,Sherlock eyes locked on their back as they walked away from the flat.

He pulled out his phone bfeore he begin to typed.

Can you look somebody up for me?-SH

Why should I?-Mycroft Holmes

He's (Y/N) friend.-SH

I will look it up .-Mycroft Holmes

End of the part 1. Thank you for reading!

[lacelynpage]

Hello. Can i request one of your famous Sherlock preferences please? With a S/O with a resting bitch face.

My phather, my brothers and i have resting bitch face. Sometimes people around us ask if we are upset, my sister in law mock us (all in healthy fun ofcourse), and my mother is always scolding us about no one wanting to be near us. Is something that hauntes me every day.

A/N: famous??? Why thank you Darling! its been 100 years since I posted but I really enjoyed this idea, so I just had to write it. I'm so sorry you got scolded for that, its not like look could help it. I completely understand though, people always think I'm on the verge of tears, its strange. But I hope you enjoy what I've written! have a wonderful day Darling!

Resting Bitch Face~ Sherlock Preferences

Sherlock: 

With the RBF that Sherlock has he really doesn't have room to comment on yours. If a stranger were to see you both staring off into space together they would think you are the most unhappy couple in the world. It doesn't bother either of you much though, you're both perfectly happy together. Even if you were actually upset it would take a lot for Sherlock to notice. He knows that's just how your face looks and loves it all the same.

John:

It took him some getting used to. John thought you were constantly mad at him for about the first two months of your relationship. Assuming that one of his habits annoyed you to no end. Once he got to know you better though he realized that's just how you looked and learned to appreciate the beauty in it. He also learned to tell the differences in your face when you are actually upset which helped a lot. He still gets it wrong sometimes but its all out of love so you don't mind.

Mycroft:

He just knows. Sometimes it's like Mycroft is psychic. After about a week of spending a good amount of time together he could read you like a book. He knew what your resting face looked like. He knew that when your right eyebrow was raised a little it meant you were confused. With his skills he memorized your face so that he never had to guess, he just knew. It was incredible and freaky all at the same time. Though it was kinda nice that he never asked unnecessarily. 

Greg:

Bless his heart, Greg always gets worried. No matter how many times you tell him it’s just how you look he doesn't get it. He is nearly constantly convinced you are upset in some way. It's incredibly sweet sometimes, when it is clear he is just making sure you are happy. It's not so sweet when he pesters you about it so much that you do actually get mad. He never means to, he only has the best of intentions, but when he doesnt shut up with the “are you alright, Love?” “Did I do something to upset you?” “Do you want me to fetch you something? Would that make it better?” it can drive you up a wall. 

Moriarty:

He's obsessed. The coldness in your gaze always makes him smile. When you are reading or even just looking into the distance he loves to see how uninterested you look. He finds it fascinating. More than a few times you have caught him mimicking your expression. He has a fairly good RBF himself but he says that he has crafted it after yours.   

[anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek]

A Streamer Companion (BBC Mycroft Holmes x Gender Neutral!Streamer Reader)

part 1 part 2

Masterlist

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Mycroft Holmes rarely took a day off, but today he had decided to indulge in a rare moment of relaxation. He lay atop Y/n, his head tucked comfortably under Y/n's chin, his even breaths tickling Y/n's neck. Y/n was already awake, enjoying the comforting weight of Mycroft's presence. Y/n knew how hard he worked and wanted him to get as much rest as possible.

Carefully, Y/n reached for the phone on the nightstand, trying not to disturb Mycroft's slumber. As Y/n began to scroll through TikTok, Y/n found themselves chuckling at the plethora of edits featuring Mycroft’s appearances on their streams. The comments and dramatic music edits made Y/n blush and giggle quietly.

One particularly amusing video had a slow-motion replay of Mycroft entering the gaming room, the comments full of admirers praising his mysterious aura and elegant attire. Y/n bit their lip, trying their hardest not to laugh out loud. The last thing Y/n wanted was to wake Mycroft, who was finally enjoying some much-needed rest.

Half an hour passed, and Y/n continued to scroll through TikTok, the phone’s screen lighting up with more and more edits. The fans seemed insatiable in their adoration for Mycroft. Y/n felt his breathing change, a sign he was beginning to wake. Y/n gently rubbed the back of his head, fingers threading through his soft hair.

Mycroft stirred, lifting his head slightly to place a gentle kiss on Y/n's neck, then their shoulder. "Good morning, darling," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning," Y/n replied softly, smiling down at him. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded, shifting slightly to hold Y/n tighter, his arms wrapping around Y/n's waist. "Exceptionally well, thanks to you."

Y/n continued to rub his head, fingers moving in soothing circles. "I’m glad. You needed the rest."

Mycroft glanced at the phone, noting the familiar TikTok interface. "What’s caught your attention this morning?"

Y/n chuckled, showing him the screen. "Your fans have been busy making edits of you again. They’re quite enamored with your mysterious appearances."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. "My fans, you say?"

"Yes," Y/n replied, laughing softly. "You’ve become quite the sensation. Look at this one."

Y/n showed him a video where he entered the gaming room, set to dramatic music, with comments like "Mr. Posh is back!" and "That voice though! 😍"

Mycroft shook his head in amused disbelief. "I never imagined I’d become a social media phenomenon."

"Well, you are," Y/n said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "And I can’t say I blame them. You are rather captivating."

He smiled, pressing another kiss to Y/n's shoulder. "As long as I remain captivating to you, that’s all that matters."

Y/n’s heart swelled with affection. "Always," they whispered, holding him tighter.

They lay there for a while longer, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. The world outside their bedroom could wait; for now, they had each other and the precious moments of tranquility they both cherished.

Eventually, Mycroft pulled back slightly to look at Y/n, his eyes soft and warm. "What’s the plan for today, then?"

"Well," Y/n began, their fingers still playing with his hair, "I was thinking we could just relax, maybe go for a walk later, and just enjoy the day together. No obligations, no work. Just us."

He smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and made Y/n's heart flutter. "That sounds perfect."

They shared a tender kiss, sealing their quiet plans for the day. As they lay back down, Mycroft held Y/n even tighter, their bodies fitting together perfectly. In the safety of their embrace, they found a moment of peace, away from the demands of the world, where only their love mattered.

It was still early in the day, and Mycroft had decided to extend his rare day off by indulging in one of Y/n’s streams. He set up a comfortable chair by their side, a book in hand, as Y/n prepared for the broadcast. As Y/n began the stream, Mycroft settled in, opening his book but keeping an ear out for Y/n’s banter with followers and co-streamers.

"Hey everyone!" Y/n greeted the audience, their face lighting up as the stream went live. "Hope you’re all doing great today. We’ve got a fun session planned."

The chat erupted with excited messages, many of them still buzzing about the mysterious person from previous streams. Y/n smiled, glancing over at Mycroft, who gave them a small, supportive nod.

As the game started, Y/n’s co-streamers joined the call, and the familiar playful banter filled the room. Mycroft found himself engrossed not just in his book but also in the lively atmosphere of the stream. He couldn't help but smile at Y/n’s witty remarks and dark humor, which the followers clearly loved.

"You know," Y/n said at one point, their voice filled with mock seriousness, "if we don't find this treasure in the next five minutes, I’m blaming it on Mike’s terrible sense of direction."

Mike groaned dramatically, making everyone laugh. "Hey, I found the last one, didn’t I?"

"By sheer luck," Emma chimed in. "Y/n's right; you're hopeless without a map."

The chat filled with laughing emojis and comments agreeing with Y/n’s playful accusation. Mycroft chuckled softly, genuinely amused by the interaction. His laugh caught the attention of the chat, though, and soon the comments were buzzing again.

"Did you hear that laugh? 😍"

"Mr. Posh is back!"

"His laugh is as attractive as his voice!"

Y/n caught the comments and turned to Mycroft with a grin. "It seems you have quite the fan club, dear."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, looking up from his book. "Do I now?"

Y/n nodded, still smiling. "Absolutely. They love your laugh. Maybe you should join me more often."

He chuckled again, a sound that made the chat go wild. "Perhaps I will."

As the stream continued, Mycroft found himself enjoying the ambiance more and more. He listened to Y/n’s jokes, their playful insults to friends, and the way Y/n effortlessly engaged with followers. Every now and then, Y/n would read out a question from the chat directed at him.

"Mycroft, someone wants to know what book you’re reading," Y/n said, looking at him expectantly.

He glanced at the camera, then back at his book. "I’m currently reading 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu."

The chat exploded with admiration and more comments.

"Of course, he’s reading something so intellectual!"

"Mr. Posh is so cultured!"

Y/n laughed, shaking their head. "Well, there you have it, folks. Mycroft's reading material for the day."

A little later, during a particularly intense moment in the game, Y/n made an incredibly hilarious remark about the situation, catching even Mycroft off guard. He laughed out loud, a rich, genuine laugh that filled the room.

The chat went wild again, and Y/n’s co-streamers couldn't resist commenting.

"Y/n, you have to bring Mr. Posh on more often. That laugh is golden," Emma said with a giggle.

"Yeah, he's got to be part of our regular sessions," Mike added, still laughing.

Y/n glanced at Mycroft, who was now smiling warmly at them. "I think we can arrange that," Y/n said, their eyes twinkling with amusement.

As the stream wound down, Mycroft continued to add occasional remarks to the conversation, and Y/n read out more questions for him from followers. Each interaction only seemed to endear him more to the audience.

When the stream finally ended, Y/n turned off the camera and let out a satisfied sigh. "That was fun," Y/n said, looking over at Mycroft. "Thanks for joining me."

He set his book aside and moved closer, placing a gentle kiss on their forehead. "It was my pleasure. You have quite the entertaining community."

Y/n smiled, leaning into him. "They certainly seem to think the same about you."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around their shoulders. "Well, perhaps I’ll make more appearances. It is rather enjoyable to see you in your element."

They sat there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of the stream, grateful for the shared experience and the quiet joy of simply being together.

●～●～●～●～●

Sherlock Holmes rarely indulged in social media, but today was an exception. He was lounging in 221B Baker Street, watching John scroll through TikTok, amused by the endless stream of short videos.

"John, what exactly are you watching?" Sherlock asked, glancing over with mild interest.

John chuckled. "Just some TikTok videos. There's this one streamer everyone seems to be talking about lately. Their partner has made a few appearances, and people are going crazy over them."

As John swiped to the next video, Sherlock froze. He recognized the voice. "Wait, go back."

John did as requested, replaying the clip. The video showed a snippet from a stream where Y/n was interacting with their chat, and in the background, Mycroft’s distinctive voice could be heard making a witty remark.

Sherlock's eyes widened. "That's Mycroft!"

John looked at him, surprised. "Your brother? The mysterious, posh gentleman everyone’s been talking about is your brother?"

Sherlock nodded, processing the information. The idea of Mycroft participating in a live stream, even if inadvertently, was both shocking and fascinating. He stood abruptly, his curiosity piqued. "I need to see this for myself."

Without further explanation, Sherlock made his way to Mycroft’s residence. He had to know more about this mysterious streamer who had seemingly captured the interest of his otherwise reserved brother.

Arriving at Mycroft’s mansion, Sherlock didn't bother with formalities. He found an open window and climbed inside, landing with a soft thud. However, in his haste, he knocked over a vase, causing it to shatter on the floor.

Upstairs, Y/n was in the middle of a stream, engaging with their followers as usual. Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking echoed through the house. They paused, eyes wide. "Um, sorry everyone, I need to check on something," Y/n said, quickly ending the stream.

They left the gaming room and headed towards the noise, heart racing. Just as they reached the bottom of the stairs, they saw a man with dark curls and a long coat standing near the broken vase, about to open the door to the gaming room.

"Excuse me, who are you?" they demanded, voice steady despite their nerves.

Sherlock turned, his eyes sharp as he assessed them. "You must be Y/n, Mycroft's partner. I'm Sherlock, his brother."

Before Y/n could respond, Mycroft appeared, having heard the commotion from his office. "Sherlock, what on earth are you doing here?"

Sherlock straightened, looking between Y/n and Mycroft with a mixture of curiosity and incredulity. "I found out about your... appearances on this streaming platform. It piqued my curiosity."

Mycroft sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You could have simply asked, instead of breaking into my home."

Y/n, still slightly shaken, looked at Mycroft with a raised eyebrow. "Your brother?"

"Yes, unfortunately," Mycroft replied, giving Sherlock a stern look. "What exactly do you want, Sherlock?"

"I wanted to understand why you, of all people, are engaging with a streaming audience," Sherlock said, his tone more intrigued than accusatory.

Mycroft glanced at Y/n, his expression softening. "Y/n's streams are important to them. I enjoy being part of their world, even if only occasionally."

Y/n smiled, stepping closer to Mycroft. "And the fans seem to love him, even if he’s just in the background."

Sherlock observed the interaction, his mind piecing together the puzzle. "Interesting," he murmured. "So, you've become a sort of mysterious figure online."

Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Hardly intentional, I assure you. Now, if you’re quite finished with your intrusion, Sherlock, perhaps you could leave us in peace."

Sherlock nodded slowly, still processing this new side of his brother. "Very well. But I must say, this has been enlightening."

As Sherlock made his way to the door, Y/n called after him. "Next time, maybe just knock?"

Sherlock smirked. "I'll keep that in mind."

Once he was gone, Y/n turned to Mycroft. "Is he always like that?"

Mycroft sighed, wrapping an arm around them. "Unfortunately, yes. But at least now he knows."

Y/n chuckled, leaning into him. "Your family is certainly... interesting."

"That’s one way to put it," Mycroft said with a small smile. "Shall we continue with our day?"

They nodded, feeling a sense of relief now that the unexpected visit was over. Together, they returned to their peaceful routine, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

[loganwritesprobably]

BBC Sherlock Fanfic

Genre: Fluff Character: Mycroft Holmes Reader: Unspecified, they/them

Request?: No

Warnings: None

[bugsy-maria]

Look At The Fireworks (Sherlock x GN! Reader)

Anon Request: aaa first time requesting so here we go! can i request fluff with sherlock x gn!reader who is afraid of fireworks/loud noises? 4th of July is really fuckin me up rn

if not totally cool n I hope you have a lovely day/night :)

A/N: Ok, so the fear part might not be accurate because I love fireworks, but I tried by incorporating some things that one might do when scared by something sudden. so hopefully I did good!!!

I wake up in the hotel room that Sherlock and I had been staying in for the past three days. Let me catch you up. Mycroft got a job to do in the States, but he couldn't because, as he put it, "London is on my shoulders Sherlock, I don't have time to play games as you do." so he booked us a hotel and sent us off. John would have come but he couldn't find a sitter in time, which was code for, "I'm not leaving my child behind." so it's just been Sherlock and me.

Today is July 4th. a controversial holiday for some, but for most, it seemed that it was a day to grill and watch fireworks with the rest of the neighborhood. that's what I had been dreading this whole time. I hate fireworks, absolutely loath them. I hate any loud and sudden sound. thunder makes me shiver and jump straight out of my skin; a gunshot makes me scream and curl into myself, hiding my face while tears slowly make their way down my face; fireworks make me curl into a ball under a table and cry myself to sleep. these reactions are completely normal for me. it always has been, ever since I was a kid. but I never did tell Sherlock this, he wouldn't understand. he never really understand why people were scared of such inconvenient things.

I look over to the bed next to mine, it is Sherlock's bed, but it was empty. he had probably gotten a head start this morning and didn't even bother waking me up. I get everything that I needed to get done, done. I brush my teeth, wash my hair, straighten up the room and continue to research the San Pedro area. we were looking for a missing British citizen and a Welsh killer. mixed but it was our responsibility. so far we found the missing person, well not found as they don't know about us. you see we never actually met them, Sherlock decided that we'd use them as bait.

I jumped at the sound of the hotel door swinging open. and the sliding sound of the door closing slightly, not because of the person that was anything but silent, but because the door shuts like that automatically.

"Sherlock we are in a Hotel, please be quieter there might be someone sleeping," I spoke into the computer. my eyes not leaving the screen to see the person that just entered. he huffed in response and took the computer from under my fingertips. "That's fine, I wasn't using it anyway." I leaned back and watched him as he furiously typed away. "Did you find something?"

"The 'missing' person is going to the beach today, the only problem is that I don't know which one. so I'm seeing the close-by beaches in the area while also taking into consideration the fireworks tonight. the best view would be from White Point Beach as it is right around the corner from them. but the fireworks are going off at Cabrillo Beach, it's not too far of travel but it'll be packed because of the fireworks, meaning that there will be traffic and-"

"Okay, Sherlock I get it. so we are going to White Point?" I sat up, my elbows now resting on my knees.

"Yes." he closed the computer and stood up, probably to get changed into something not as heavy. I let out a sigh through my nose. I should be fine, the fireworks cant possibly make so much noise from 5.5 km away, right? I got up and changed out of my pajamas, which consist of an oversized shirt and shorts. I change into a pair of pants, a white sweater that is tucked into my pants, as well as a pair of white Reebok shoes. Sherlock stood at his bed, he had on his signature purple button-up and a pair of black slacks.

You might think that Sherlock is more dressed for the weather than I am, but it's going to get to 18 C and I get cold easily. Sherlock, on the other hand, is warm as all hell at all times.

"C'mon, let's get going. it's about a 2-hour drive."

"But it's only about 30km."

"Like I said, about 2 hours." and with that, we were off. the traffic was hell and I can never forget it. we made it to the beach and stayed along a cement wall behind the 'missing' person, we watched for any sort of suspicious activity from anyone around. we sat there for about an hour before the loud boom can and caused me to flinch. I saw Sherlock look at me in the corner of my eye, and from the look on his face, I knew what he was doing.

"Stop deducting me." I continued to scope out the beach. another boom. then another. and another. and with every sound, I jumped out of my skin, but after I jumped I acted like everything was normal but my eyes were filling with tears. then a mother boom, but this one was different as it was much louder almost as if it was right next to me. so I screamed and hid my face in my fists while curling into myself. tears now falling from my eyes and down my cheeks. then another boom in the distance came, causing me to flinch again.

at this point I was too scared to act like everything was normal, I didn't even care that Sherlock was looking at me. tears kept falling down my cheeks at a speed normal for this type of situation. I felt an arm wrap around me and pull me into a warm surface. my fists dropped from my face a bit, just enough to see what happened. my head was pressed up against Sherlock's chest. his heartbeat filling my right ear. his left-hand pets my hair in a calming motion. another boom causes my fists to remain in their original position.

"Sorry, I'm not that good at this." I hear him say from above me. "I've never been good at comforting people." I remained silent. not because I agreed with him but because I physically couldn't speak. his hand moves from my hair to my exposed ear, covering it as another firework is set off. I focus on the beating in his chest while tears fall down my fire-red face. the steady rhythm calms me down.

I feel his hand slip from my ear and his pull away from me slowly. "Come on, let's go. they left." I look up t him, my hands no longer covering my face. both of his hands quickly clasp over my ears and his lips kiss my forehead. my eyes flutter shut as I soak in the feeling of his affection surrounding me. it's not often that this happens.

"We should leave now before it gets too late."

[fairy-writes]

Hello!! If requests are still open (if not, please ignore) can I ask for a Louis Moriarty x reader like the Mycroft “regret” one you wrote? Where he says something mean and they get into a fight and it’s dramatic with a fluffy ending? I would appreciate it very much! ♥️

SWEET APOLOGIES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Louis James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Angst to Fluff, Arguments, Injuries

Notes: I really hope this is alright! I was second-guessing myself the entire time 😭

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Your name being shouted makes you prick your finger on your sewing needle. You curse and drop the thing onto your current project which happened to be a pair of Moran’s trousers. You were often asked to sew various things, whether that was an injury or socks. You were the Moriarty’s tailor or seamster and makeshift doctor. 

The voice shouts your name again. Moran maybe? But wasn’t he out with Bonde and Louis?

You make it to the top of the stairs and stop dead in your tracks.

Louis hangs limp between Sebastian Moran and James Bonde. Blood drips from his forehead, and he’s clearly unconscious and missing his glasses.

You’re down the stairs in an instant. 

You direct them to the sitting room, where you have them leave Louis while you retrieve your stitching needles and threads, as well as some medical supplies like bandages and whiskey.

Because you know he’s going to need it when he wakes up.

“What happened to him?” You ask as you gently work his suit coat from his shoulders. Moran favors his right side, and you make a mental note to take a look at him after Louis. Bonde has a scratch above his left eye but otherwise looks unharmed.

“We were jumped,” Moran says, voice strained with pain, and if you had to guess, he has a couple of cracked or broken ribs. You end up handing him the bottle of whiskey to which he takes several long swigs. 

Soon enough, you dismiss Moran and Bonde, promising them you’ll look at their injuries later, leaving you and Louis alone in the sitting room. He lets out a pained moan as you agitate his injuries in your attempt to remove his shirt but doesn’t awaken.

It isn’t until you are threading your needle that he stirs. By that time, you had bandaged his lesser wounds and were working on what looked like a knife cut on his collarbone. It’s awkward and long, and you’re fairly certain that his shirt is partially shredded because of it. 

But your rage has started to grow. Tiny and hot like a dying ember, but slowly fed by your worry and panic at seeing him so injured. 

His already darkened maroon eyes are even darker because of the pain. He grits his teeth and tries to sit up but is stopped by you putting a gentle hand on his chest.

“Don’t get up. You’re hurt.” You say quietly, keeping a tight leash on your anger so as to not anger him. 

The last thing you needed was for him to get angry back and start an argument. 

“I’m fine.” He tries, but you glare and show him your bloody fingers where you had been stitching for the last twenty minutes. 

“Clearly you aren’t. So be quiet and let me finish.” You snap, the leash on your temper fraying just the tiniest bit. 

Thankfully, Louis catches your slip and doesn’t say anything. Instead, he bites his tongue and leans back against the couch arm. You’ll likely have to throw the couch out or burn it after you’re done. It’s stained in blood and grime from his injuries.

As soon as you finish the last stitch, Louis is sitting up and pushing your hands away. 

“I promise I’m fine.” He says quickly, and that’s when your patience snaps. 

“What do you mean you’re fine?! THIS IS NOT FINE!” You shout, and he stops where he’s shrugging on his button-down and suit coat. His movements are painfully slow, and it’s clear that he’s suffering. 

But that doesn’t stop his temper from flaring up to meet yours like two bucks charging each other. 

“Can you stop it for a moment?!” He snaps back and yanks on his suit coat, ignoring how it pulls his stitches. You toss the dirty needle back into your bag and feel tears burn in your eyes. 

“You promised me you weren’t going to be reckless! You promised!” You exclaim, and he grits his teeth,

“Well, promises can be broken, so just leave me alone, yeah?” He says, and you flinch back. 

Then, with tears threatening to overflow down your cheeks, you pack up your things and leave with a slam of the sitting room door. It rattles the chandelier above you as you wander the mansion halls in search of Bonde and Moran. 

You find Moran in his chambers, smoking a cigarette and shuffling a deck of cards. 

“Those’ll kill you, y’know.” You say as a way of entrance and he looks up, clearly unimpressed. 

“Then I’ll die doing somethin’ I like.” He retorts, and you roll your eyes, shuffling inside to take a seat across from him. 

“Take your shirt off.” You say curtly, and he huffs out a laugh, 

“At least buy me a drink first.” You look up to the ceiling and pray for patience. Because after Louis, you don’t have any left. 

Did he really want you to leave him alone? 

“I need to see if you broke anything dumbass.” You say eventually, and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

“What’d Louis do t’ you t’ get your knickers in a twist?” He says, clearly picking up on your foul mood. You set your bag down and reach inside for bandages in case he’s bleeding. 

“Nothing. Louis just wants me to leave him alone, is all.” You say and swallow down the lump in your throat. 

If he was so willing to break this promise what others was he going to break?

Thankfully, Moran doesn’t say anything else and instead sheds his shirt so you can take a look at his side. It’s mottled in purples and blues and slightly swollen. You don’t have to touch it to know it’s tender. So, you prescribe him rest and the occasional shot of whiskey to dull the pain. 

“No missions for you for a while. Take it easy, alright?” You instruct and he nods, waving you off as he starts playing a card game with himself.

“Yeah, yeah, go check on Blondie, will ya? He took a pretty good look to the head.” 

You are about to say something when you see Louis hobbling down the hallway, favoring his stitches. He stops, looks at you, scowls, and continues down toward his bedroom. You huff and brush past him toward where you guessed Bonde would be.

Two can play that game. 

The tension between you is palpable by day four of not speaking to each other. Perhaps it was day two, but you didn’t really care to count—not when Louis was still being so touchy.

But it wasn’t long before everyone else came to you, asking you to make things right.

“He’s so mopey! Not at all like himself!” That was Bonde. You grunted to acknowledge his words but didn’t respond past that. 

“He’s got a stick up his ass. You should talk to him.” Moran. At that, you roll your eyes and stab your needle into your embroidery. Perhaps more aggressively than you meant to, but it got your point across. 

“He said he wanted me to leave him alone. So that’s what I’m doing.” You snap, and he relents and doesn’t push the issue anymore. 

Soon, everyone has come to you, complaining about Louis’s sour behavior. And every single time, you turn them away with the same excuse. It isn’t until you stumble upon Louis nursing a clearly infected injury that you relent and talk to him. 

You enter the library to find Louis hunched over himself, taking a long pull from a whiskey bottle as he tries to remove his stitches. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You snap, hurrying to his side to stop him before stopping yourself. 

The injury on his collarbone is infected—that much is obvious. The wound has an unpleasant odor emanating from it and is red and inflamed. He’s successfully removed a handful of stitches, but a few remain. 

“What does it look like?” Louis retorts and sets down the whiskey bottle. It’s clear he’s in pain, his nose scrunched and his eyes tight. 

Despite your anger, you’re gentle in helping Louis. After some back and forth, he eventually sits back and lets you work. 

Pus oozes from the gash, and you work to clean it out and apply a poultice of your own design to help fight infection. Then, you leave the wound open to breathe. 

“I’ll restitch it later if it starts bleeding again.” You say and begin cleaning up the mess that Louis had made.

He stops you by saying your name oh so softly. You sigh, stop what you’re doing, and look at him. He looks sad. Broken. And hurt. 

“I don’t want to keep fighting.” He says, and you scoff,

“You told me to leave you alone. So I am.” You say and go to leave but he catches your wrist as you stand to leave.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts, and you stop, raising an eyebrow at him, and he continues. 

“It was never my intention to hurt you. I want you to know that. It’s no excuse, but I was in pain and upset that the mission went so badly. But I took it out on you, and I’m sorry.” He finishes, and with each word, you feel your anger dissipating. You lean down and press your mouth to his hairline in a soft kiss. 

“I accept your apology. Thank you, Louis.” You whisper, and he smiles.

[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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