#mycroft angst

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Unremarkable

It's an unremarkable day. John has a date. Sherlock has a case. And both Mycroft and Rosie have just been shoved into the boot of a car.

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Chapter 1 of 5 is now posted!

[thetimemoves]

A Small Request

We have an agreement, my brother and I, ever since that day.

Mycroft asks Sherlock to make a list.

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Holmestice reveals are up! Do check them out; there are so many great works, as always. Here's mine, a little pre-canon story about the Holmes brothers.

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Karma - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Title: Karma

Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sean Cobb (OC), Harry (Mentioned), Eggsy, Roxy (Mentioned), and random guards (Mentioned)

WC: 4,536

Warnings: Kingsman canon violence, guns, Reader is mentioned wearing a dress and heels, pretending Kingsman Headquarters wasn't blown up, flirting?, tension, pretend relationship for mission, banter, slight angst, cursing, nicknames, fighting, knives, blood, teasing, and fluff

Breathing heavily, you skidded across the marble floor, regretting wearing heels as you held up the hem of your dress to not trip on it. Turning down another hall, you heard the shouting of the very unhappy guards - very unhappy guards with guns - not a very good combination. Now this mission was supposed to be easy, one that was supposed to take less than an hour. But no, you didn't know what happened. Either the weapons dealer saw right through your flirting and he was smarter than you thought or something happened on Kingman's part. You liked to think it was the latter's fault. 

Harry, being the new Arthur, had asked you to go on a mission to get some files from Sean Cobb, a weapons dealer. This would've been your first mission on your own, but for some reason, Harry asked Merlin to join you. He reasoned that having a date with you would make you less suspicious. You mentally wondered and questioned why Eggsy wasn't coming with you. He usually was the one who joined you on most of your missions. But, you had forgotten that Eggsy was on a mission somewhere in France, so he couldn't do it. 

And it wasn't like you didn't want Merlin to join you on this mission. It was just that you had a bit of a crush on the older man. And, well, you're not exactly sure when it began. Maybe the moment you met him. Perhaps it started during your first week at Kingsman. Or maybe it had been there all along, and Merlin just never noticed, thankfully. Or he did, and he just didn't say anything to save you from embarrassment. Whatever it was, Merlin was your friend and you liked spending time with him. That's all it was. Even if you wished for that friendship to blossom into something more. He probably didn't even think of you in that way. You were pretty young. You were supposed to be in college at the time that you were recruited, and that was a year and a half ago. 

After you were recruited, and passed all the tests, you were given the code name, Elyan. A couple of months later, is when you met Roxy and Eggsy. Which you grew closer to. You got to spend more time together, becoming quick friends. During their recruitment, you had helped Merlin during it. He had asked you for your opinion numerous times, especially in the beginning when he flooded the sleeping room. Normally, when working, Merlin was pretty stoic and serious, so when he asked what you thought of the recruits, you were surprised but honest.

You told him the truth. "I don't think most of them will get past the parachute jump."

Merlin glanced at you before looking back at his clipboard, "I remember that was a difficult task for you." He looked up at the window, the water level rising. 

"Yeah, it was." You murmured, remembering how scared you were, up so high in the sky. 

"But you did it." Merlin commented, making you smile.

"Yeah... Thanks for reminding me. I still have nightmares about it sometimes," You jested, Merlin only shook his head, looking back at the clipboard.

Running down the hall, you almost fell as you turned another corner, pushing the thickly-framed glasses up your nose, you continued to breathe heavily. You wondered how Merlin was doing, you had lost him when everything went to hell. One minute you were flirting with Mr. Cobb, and trying to hack into his computer to get those files, and then you were being shot at while running down a hall. Again, this mission was supposed to be simple, and easy... So how did it turn into this?

- Two Hours Ago -

Brushing down the skirt of the lavish dress, you let out a nervous breath. Your reflection looked right back at you as you turn your body every which way, observing the dress as it lay on your body. It was a deep red - similar to the color of red wine - made of silk, tight to your body; perfectly showing off your curves. The straps were thin, with a square neckline, and a high slit on the side of your leg; stopping mid-thigh. The skirt ended right on the floor, hiding your black heels. Overall, it was gorgeous. You felt gorgeous. You weren't really expecting Kingsman, or Harry rather, allowing you to choose your own dress for this mission. Fixing your hair, you gave yourself one last look right when there was a knock at the door. 

"Come in," You called out, grabbing the small gold earrings - a birthday present from Roxy - and placing them in your ears. The door opened, and in came Merlin, dressed in a dashing ebony suit, black tie, shiny black shoes, and gold cufflinks. Upon meeting his eyes in the mirror, you froze momentarily before smiling at him, "Hi, Merlin, could you help me with this?" You asked, fumbling with the small gold necklace. It was in the shape of the north star, and it so happened to be a gift from Eggsy; also a birthday present.

Harry, for your birthday, last year, had gifted you a novel that you had your eyes on, and had spoken about more times than not. By the time a month had passed after your birthday, you had read the book more than three times. It was hard to put down when you weren't on a mission. And Merlin... He gave you a small dagger; which you were grateful for, it was very useful during missions, and it fit perfectly in your garter - for exact missions like this one.

Raising his fist to his mouth, he cleared his throat before walking further into the room. Upon reaching you, he carefully took the necklace from your fingers. Standing behind you, he reached around, and gently placed it around your neck; it landed delicately on the center of your chest. You tried to regulate your breathing as you felt the tips of his fingers brush against the back of your neck as he clasped it in place. Merlin's hand lingered there for a moment longer before taking a step back. "There." He stated as you let out a breath you didn't even know that you were holding. "Are you ready?"

Turning slightly to face him, you nodded. "Are you ready?" You asked him in return, only for you to get a nod in response. 

Side by side, you said your farewells to Harry, who in turn, wished you good luck. Exiting Kingsman Headquarters, you clutched your bag with one hand as you and Merlin walked down the stone steps and to the awaiting car. Merlin sped a bit further than you, surprising you by opening the passenger door for you, which made you smile. Sitting down, you buckled your seat belt as Merlin shut your door before slipping into the driver's seat. 

Beginning to drive to the large estate where Mr. Cobb was holding his event, Merlin spoke up. "Do you remember our names?" He asked, staring ahead toward the road, his face stoic, as usual. 

Huffing, you answered, "Mark and Natasha Pierce. We've been married for the past couple of months, Harry mentioned we should act like we're still in that honeymoon phase or whatever." You said, a bit irritated. "You know that I know this stuff. We just went over all of it before lunch." You added, turning your head slightly to glance at his side profile.

"Of course," He began, "I was simply making sure."

Crossing your arms, you frowned slightly, "I've been on like... A hundred missions, Merl," You watched as he glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe not a hundred but you know what I mean. I'm a damn good Kingsman." You reminded him.

"Of course you are," Merlin spoke, "If you weren't good at this, you wouldn't be here." Stopping at a light, he added, "I just wanted to make sure."

Shifting in the seat slightly, you leaned against the car, closing your eyes briefly to rest for a second. Opening them again, you looked out of the window. Looking at the sunset, you admired it for a bit, and before you knew it, you were at the estate.

Parking along the large field with the other fancy cars, Merlin turned off the engine. Turning in his seat slightly, he let a hint of a smile grace his lips at the sight of you, leaned against the car door, temple pressed onto the chill glass window, your eyes closed; asleep. Reaching over, Merlin's fingers just brushed the stray hairs that fell in front of your face, mentally debating whether or not to sweep them behind your ear. Instead, he pressed his hand on your upper arm, gently shaking you awake. Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking rapidly.

"We're here." He said simply, pulling his hand away.

Sitting up, you looked around, seeing the large home before you. "Oh." You muttered, grabbing your bag, and unbuckling.

"Elyan, wait." Merlin spoke up, your hand just brushing the car door to exit as you looked over at him, curiously, "Here." He continued before opening his coat pocket and pulling out a ring. It was beautiful. You felt your breath hitch, as your eyes widened, your whole body becoming rigid.

It was a golden band, topped with small white diamonds, and a round brilliant cut green Sapphire in the center. It was so delicate and ornate. It was perfect. 

You almost felt like crying. On the one hand, you were so happy to receive such a ring to wear for a mission, but on the other hand... You wished that Merlin was giving you the ring for a different reason. The more you stared at the ring, the more nervous you became. This was going to be a tough mission, you didn't know how you were going to handle having to pretend to be in a relationship with a man that you had been in love with. The thought of it made your stomach twist unpleasantly. None of this was real. 

Clearing your throat, you pulled your gaze from the ring. "Thank you..." You breathed, looking up at him and offering him a weak smile. Taking the ring and slipping it onto your ring finger, you felt your breath leave you. "It's beautiful."

"Harry picked it out," He spoke as he pulled out his own ring, a simple golden band, and slipped it on his own ring finger. You hummed, staring down at the ring. You knew that it was a possibility that Harry would pick out all the attire and accessories that you needed for the mission, he had done so for many missions in the past. Though, you couldn't help but be a bit disappointed.

"Well," You cleared your throat, "He isn't getting this back after the mission. It's mine now."

Merlin said nothing more than that, opening his door to walk around the car for you. Opening the door for you, you took his offered hand, stepping out of the vehicle. 

Entering the large home, your arm looped with Merlin's, you looked around at the high ceilings, paintings on the walls, and marble statues. You let out a breath, your hand at your side tightening its hold on your small clutch. Merlin seemed to notice how tense you were becoming, as he squeezed your hand that was on his arm lightly, "You can do this." He whispered in your ear.

Looking up at him, you nodded, "Right." You murmured quietly, taking a deep breath.

Merlin led you through the house, through numerous hallways, before finally arriving at the ballroom. The live orchestra was playing some sort of classical tune, and everyone seemed to be mingling together as if they were old friends. Everyone's faces were painted with smiles and their bodies were swaying slightly to the music. Though it all seemed to be a pretty calm and enjoyable scene, all these people were either corrupt government officials or criminals, all pretending. Immediately as you stepped into the large ballroom, you entered the lion's den. 

"Do you care to dance, Natasha?" Merlin asked, making your gaze snap from the dancing and up to him. 

Nodding, you offered him your best smile, all the while, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach swarming. Letting out another breath as Merlin began to make his way to the dancefloor with you, you told yourself to get a hold of yourself. This was an important mission, you had to push your feelings back and get this mission done and over with. 

'Play the part, play the part, play the part.'

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Merlin took your hand as your free hand came to rest on his shoulder. Gripping his hand tighter, Merlin began to lead you in a waltz, his dark eyes looking down, right into your soul; you couldn't look away. As he moved his foot, he guided yours, keeping the two of you perfectly in sync with the music. 'This is nice,' You thought to yourself, letting yourself relax.

After several moments of quiet and slow dancing, Merlin finally broke the silence with a question, "How are you feeling?" He queried softly.

"Better," You muttered, glancing around, you realized that you were technically supposed to spot Mr. Cobb while you were dancing. "He's by the bar," You murmured, eyes landing on the man from over Merlin's shoulder. 

Sean Cobb was a young man, around your age, falling into the family business after his parents mysteriously disappeared. He wasn't married, nor did he have children. His hair was a dark brown color, and it framed his face, stopping at his shoulders. His eyes were dark brown with a sliver of gold in them. He was wearing a black suit and a tie with an emerald pin. His outfit wasn't quite extravagant, and obviously expensive. His hands were wrapped around a whiskey glass filled with amber-colored liquid, watching the other couples dance. 

As the song slowly came to an end, you and Merlin broke apart, "That's my cue," You muttered, turning to head towards the bar. Leaning against the bar beside Sean Cobb, you waved down the bartender. Smiling, you ordered a drink, spying from the side of your eyes that Sean Cobb had been staring at you the entire time.

"Well, hello beautiful." He drawled, resting his cheek against his fist.

"Thank you. But I have a name..." You turned towards the man, looking at him over the rim of your glass.

Taking a sip from his drink, Sean gave you a lecherous smirk. "What can I call you, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Natasha Pierce..." You answered as you took a seat on the plush stool in front of him, "But you can call me anything you want." You smiled flirtatiously.

Sean's grin widened as he took the chance to look at you, his bright blue eyes slowly dragging along your figure. You wanted to throw up, but you kept your cool, allowing the man to continue to gaze at you. "My, my..." He trailed off, smirking, "Are you here with anyone?"

You sighed, lightly rolling your eyes as you took a small sip from your drink, "My husband actually." At those three words, Sean's smirk faltered slightly.

"Your husband? Where is he then?"

Raising your eyebrow, you glanced over at him, "I don't really know. He's somewhere around here." Crossing your legs, you let your leg slip through the slit, immediately catching Sean's eyes; his eyes trailing the expanse of your exposed leg. "But, enough about him, what's your name, handsome?"

"Sean." His voice was smooth, like melted chocolate.

"Hello, Sean..." You mumbled lowly, "What do you do exactly?" You asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Well, I am a weapons dealer." He responded smoothly, raising his eyebrow and leaning closer to you. You didn't move away, instead, you placed your empty glass down on the bar counter, "And what about you, gorgeous? What do you do?"

Biting your lip, you spoke, "I work for the government. So does my husband. We run the weapon creation firm." You smiled at him innocently.

You felt sick to your stomach, just being near this guy was creeping you out. On top of that, poor Merlin was hearing all of it with those glasses of his. Though, you should've been used to the thought of it, since Merlin always listened in on your missions, being the tech genius he was and all. You also hated that you were sometimes asked to go on missions because you were attractive and the targets would let their walls down around you. 

But after Harry took over as the new King Arthur, your missions were greatly based on your excellent combat strategies rather than your looks. It was just this one that you were stuck doing. Harry promised that this was the last mission you ever had to do where you had to flirt with the criminal. He would gladly send you on more combat-based missions, your comfort was important to him.

Before you knew it, you were walking down the hall to have a private chat with Sean the weapons dealer. Once you got into the hallway though, Sean stopped, and that's when you felt something press against your side. Sean wrapped an arm behind you, tightening his hold on your waist as you looked down and confirmed that it was indeed a gun. Dropping your shoulders, you turned to look up at Sean with a rather unimpressed expression on your face. 

"Really?" You began, raising an eyebrow, "A Colt?" You gestured to the gun almost painfully pressed into your lower ribs. "A bit extra, don't you think."

Sean glared down at you, pushing you forward, "Shut up, I know what you were playing at. You're pretty easy to read, princess." He sneered, and you mentally gagged at the nickname.

"Gee, what gave me away?" You asked sarcastically, watching as you turned down a secluded hall. 'Almost there...'

"I have the registry for every single weapons worker in the government who works with me," He paused in the middle of the hall, "And there is no 'Natasha Pierce' on it." Punching the code into the keypad on the wall, his office door opened. Moving inside, you quickly glanced around the room as the door shut.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" You asked, feeling as he pressed the gun into your side, making you wince.

Sean grinned evilly, "Yeah. This room is soundproof." He turned you around, pressing your chest into his as he stared down at you; gun now pressed into your stomach, "No one will hear you scream." All the while, your free hand fiddled with the slit of your dress.

"Noted," Grinning as you watched Sean's smirk falter in confusion. You heard the gun fall to the ground, his eyes widening as he staggered back slightly; your dagger was buried deep into his stomach. Your hand tightened around the handle, "Now, why don't you give me the password to that there computer, huh?" You asked with a glare, only for Sean to spit in your face. Pulling the blade out of Sean, you watched the blood pour out of his wound. Taking a second, you watched as he stumbled further back, hitting the wall before falling to the ground; his blood foaming a puddle around him. "What a shame." You tutted sarcastically, opening your clutch, you grabbed a small napkin; wiping your face before cleaning the blood from the dagger and putting it back on your garter. "Merl, I'm in," You spoke, rushing to the computer, leaning over to jiggle the mouse, turning it on. "But I assume that you already knew that."

"Good work, Elyan. Get the files, a few guards are beginning to grow suspicious." Merlin replied but you were already on it.

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And that was how you got into this situation. Opening your clutch, you grabbed your gun, spinning around to shoot at some of the guards that were chasing after you. You were able to take out three, your bullets going through their heads as you quickly backed down the hall. Once at the end of the hall, you were about to turn around the corner when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back into a small room. 

Initially, you felt the heat of panic fill your blood as the door to the small, dark room closed shut. 'Great,' you thought, 'I'm going to die in a closet.'

"Elyan." At the sound of his voice, you sighed, your stiff shoulders dropping in relief. 

Turning around in his arms, you strained your eyes to see Merlin, "Thanks," You breathed out, trying to back out of his arms, only to bump into the wall behind you. 

You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you at the mere thought that you were in a dark closet-like room, pressed impossibly close to your crush. You swallowed hard, "So, uh..." You cleared your throat, "What do we do now?" Merlin said nothing, reaching out to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He tried a couple more times before a strand of curses left his lips, his Scottish lilt becoming more noticeable; making your heart skip a beat. He couldn't even try and kick the door down, there was hardly any room to breath, let alone move. "Don't freaking tell me that we're stuck in here." You began, raising your hand up in the limited space to pinch the bridge of your nose. 

Merlin let out a sigh, his warm breath fanning your face, "We are."

"You've got to be kidding me… This has to be karma or something." You exclaimed before muttering out, "First having to flirt with that Cobb creep and now this."

"Karma?" Merlin asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I mean this is your first mission in like twenty years and I stole Harry's sandwich this morning." Merlin let a small, amused smile lift the corners of his lips, as you continued, "How are we going to get out of this?" You asked the man, whose small grin turned back into a serious frown. “You’re the more experienced one out of us.”

"I've already sent Galahad our location," Merlin answered, raising his hand, his fingers brushing against a string. Cautiously, he pulled down, a light bulb quickly lighting up the place, you sighed; finally, you could see..

"He’s back? Great, so, we just wait here?" You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes, "That'll take forever."

"Unfortunately." Merlin said, "I apologize, Elyan." Glad that he was finally able to see you, and even with your hair messed up a bit, you still looked breathtaking.

Shaking your head, you raised a hand to pat his chest, "It's fine, don't worry about it." Quickly dropping your hand after you realized what you had done. "It's not like you sent me on this mission." You shrugged, looking anywhere in the small closet but at him. “I’m going to blame Harry.”

"I never told you how stunning you look tonight," Merlin stated suddenly, his hand coming up to brush the fallen strands of hair behind your ear. His hand slowly moved from your ear to your cheek. You could feel his cold hands on your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

Looking up at him, you gazed into his dark eyes, "Oh... Well, thank you." You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows as you tilted your head into his hand, "What's going on with you?" You whispered, as Merlin just stared down at you, his gaze intense but warm. "Did you hit your head or something? I mean, the ceiling in here is pretty low." You sputtered out a small laugh, trying to hide how bashful and nervous you were feeling with a joke, but it didn't seem to help the situation like usual.

Merlin sighed, his hand dropping from your cheek, and looking away from you, Merlin spoke, "Nothing's wrong, I promise." His accent thickened a little with his words, "Just a bit of a headache, nothing you should concern yourself with."

"Merl, how long have we known each other?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at him, "You can trust me."

Merlin stared down at you, an unknown look in his eyes, lips pulled into a straight lip; pursed. “I’m not very good at this, love,” He muttered, almost too quiet for you to hear. It was then that Merlin seemed to shake himself out of whatever trance he was in. His eyes softened and you swore that you saw a flash of sadness in them, which disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared.

Staring up at the man, you let in a breath as you took a chance. One that could either blow up in your face or change everything. Reaching up, you stood up on your toes before placing your hand on the side of Merlin’s face, gently stroking the soft skin. Your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones lightly as you looked up at him; it seemed everything was going alright, he hadn't pushed you away.

And finally, you pressed your lips to his, soft and chaste. Slowly, you pulled back, your hands falling from his face to rest on his chest. Your heart hammered in your chest, nerves rising as you worried that you had ruined everything. Slowly, he raised his own hand, moving to cup your chin gently. You felt your breath catch in your throat, unable to say anything as he leaned down closer to you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils once more, making your stomach tighten.

You felt his soft lips press against yours, his mouth parting slightly. A slight gasp escaped you as you immediately kissed him back. It took everything in you not to cry in relief as you gripped his jacket tightly. All you could think was, 'thank you' to whatever higher power was out there as one of his hands came up to cup the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist.

Pulling away, you let out a shaky breath as he placed his forehead against yours. You both stayed silent, enjoying the moment as you caught your breath. Finally, you said, "I should steal Harry's sandwiches more often..." You joked, smiling as you looked up into those enchanting brown eyes again.

He chuckled before bringing you closer, but before he could say anything, the closet door opened revealing Eggsy. He immediately smirked, looking between you and Merlin in each other's arms. "Well, time to go, love birds." He spoke, voice chipper. Awkwardly, you both pulled away, quickly leaving the closet. Walking down the hall, Eggsy continued to tease, "If I knew that throwing you two in a closet would finally get you two together, I would've done it ages ago."

The pair shot daggers at his back, Merlin mumbling under his breath. You scoffed, "Come off it, Eggsy." You grumbled, though your sour expression didn't last for long when Merlin gently took your hand in his. You smiled at him, letting his fingers intertwine with yours as you walked down the hall towards the exit.

[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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-My first time making William bro idk RAAAAA-

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Rosamund Mary "Rosie" Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Harry Watson Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Character Death, but it's really life affirming, I swear, Sickfic, Dementia, Rosie POV, Love of a lifetime, Protective Mycroft Holmes, Happy John Watson, Good Parent Sherlock Holmes, Good husband Sherlock Holmes, Sad and Sweet

Summary:

Rosamund Watson-Holmes has already resigned herself to losing her father bit by bit as the dementia progresses. It never occurred to her that she might lose Sherlock first. Navigating Sherlock's diagnosis--a diagnosis that John can't understand or remember--allows Rosie to recall all the wonderful moments of her family's shared life.

Inspired by this Tumblr post by @buckingham-ashtray

[soapy-soartp]

Uh

Still on that Vampire William brain rot

Albert and Louis too- and maybe the rest of the moriarty team- lord knows william ((and albert maybe) will need all the support they can once im done with them)

Anyways yeah vampire william x human(hunter?) sherlock and vampire albert x human(hunter?) mycroft-

im obsessed this idea is running around rampant in my head anyways- make it sad sherlock dies in the fall and mycroft isolates himself further

And the moriarty gang are just- living in the countryside or got sent off to Frances or smth and everyone feels bad and is sad

But also vampire(immortal) x (repeatedly reincarnated) mortal

The the immortal can turn their mortal into an immortal too and they live together forever :3

I offer…

Going to go late 1700s first meeting (perhaps the holmes are actually hunters here?)

Late 1800s canon but moriartys are vampires and sherly dies in the fall

Late 1900s sherlys already doomed to die(?)

Late(present ig) 2000s finally caught sherly and now they can live happily ever after

Im in shambles as always- im sorry this probably doesnt make sense but im tired and its like 2 am lmaoo

[england-would-fall]

for my beloved @melanie75851150

[shinybearnerd]

“At Dead of Night”

Hi everyone!

This is a little ff for the BBC Sherlock fandom.

It's set a little bit before the events of the third season. So !SPOILER WARNING! if you had not seen it yet.

   Honestly, I don't know what it is. I'm tired and I wanted to exorcise my old obsession with this (wonderful) series by writing something.

It was supposed to be longer, with the reader that finds out that Sherlock is alive and that Mycroft lied to them. Let me know if you're interested in that. I'll do a part 2 if that's the case.

Anyway, I hope you like it. Let me know what you think down below!

(no use of y/n - the reader has they/them pronounce)

-Engish is not my first language. So I'm sorry if there are any mistakes-

Pair: Mycroft x reader, a few remainders of Sherlock x reader

Words: 1,5k

Genre: Fluff , a little bit of Angst

Story: Reader and Mycroft finally have some precious time alone. During this, Reader remembers and thinks about the last three years and his relationship with the Holmes brothers. About that, lately, they have the feeling that the oldest might hide something...

Dining with Mycroft is... strange. Beautiful but strange.

No. Strange is not the right word.

Upsetting, perhaps?

Disarming?

Yes. Disarming is the right word.

You were so used to the half dinners that every so often you and Sherlock indulged between one case and another that remaining seated from ordering to withdrawing the last dish destabilized you in a good way. Even if you can't help but think that with Sherlock you would have had more fun. Not that Mycroft was boring. No, it was quite the opposite.

The charm and elegance of that man had always been something that had fascinated and impressed you. It's a characteristic that could also be seen in the younger of the Holmes brothers but stood out in the movements of the older one. Like right now: he had raised his arm slightly, getting the attention of a waiter who immediately ran towards your table. Then he asked if it might be possible to have another bottle of who knows what fine wine he was craving at that moment. And all you can do is smile at him and restrain the urge you had at that moment to jump on him and make love once again. It mattered little to you if everyone saw you.

Mycroft loved to spoil you.

You came to understand it quite soon. When you pointed out that there was no need and that all that attention could embarrass you, he replied that if you wanted the world, he would have brought it to you on a tray of gold.

That statement turned you on more than you care to admit.

Next month will be the third year since you saw him die. Sometimes that horrible, heartbreaking image would come back to visit you during your nightmares. Since you've been dating Mycroft tho, things started to change.

Having someone take care of you, and granting any kind of wish was incredibly pleasant.

Not that Sherlock didn't care about what you needed. He had his way of dealing with this kind of thing. And, even late at times, your needs were met.

He was a lovable and, more than his pride would admit, forgetful idiot. Your lovable and forgetful idiot.

He has been your rock in difficult times. He was your confidant. A person you could talk to. Over time he too has opened up to your presence and you have discovered a side of Mycroft that you would not even have imagined before.

Then things started to change. And perhaps for the best.

Between one evening together and another, a kiss escaped. Then a date. And after even more time, a night of love at the man's house. The first time after Sherlock's death.

You felt awful. Disgusting.

You hated yourself because you felt like you cheated on Sherlock by sleeping with his brother. With his enemy.

In all this, however, Mycroft was always understanding. He didn't push you into doing anything. He always listened and asked if you were comfortable doing anything.

He was able to make you feel alive and loved once again. Which you didn't think was possible. Spending time with him was magical and incredibly peaceful. Maybe more than you wanted, but you need calm and serenity in your life. So everything was perfect.

Except for one thing. You had the sensation that he was hiding something from you.

As the waiter walked away from your table, Mycroft noticed your gaze on him. He smiled too, taking your hands and leaving a kiss on your skin.

     <<Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?>>

     That nickname always managed to make you blush like a teenager.

    <<Very.>>

    His smile widened. <<I'm happy.>>

He had a strange look in his eyes. Like someone who has a cross to bear.

It's not the first time you've noticed such a look. In these three years, you have noticed it several times. Particularly when he thought you were not watching him.

    <<Hard day at work?>> You ask him.

    He looks down at your hands and strokes them with his thumb. <<No more than others.>>

    <<Something wrong? I see you a little tense, love.>>

    <<I'm fine. Don't worry.>>

    <<Is there anything I can do to help you?>> You ask with a hint of maliciousness in your voice.

You give up, even if momentarily.

Mycroft could be stubborn if he wanted to and you're sure if you insisted you wouldn't get anything out of it. Might as well wait for the moment when he wants to talk.

But you know that something was up.

Mycroft's smile went from adoring to mischievous in fractions of seconds. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by two waiters. One who served you dessert and another who opened the requested bottle and poured it.

    <<What are we toasting to?>> You ask, taking your glass.

    <<To the beautiful person in front of me.>>

    You blush hard while smiling. <<Stop it! You know it bothers me!>>

    He chuckles and clinks both glasses together. <<To you, my love.>>

    <<You know what? I don't want to do anything more for you. Keep your secrets.>>

He looked at you with a beaten puppy gaze as he lowered his wine glass and opened his jacket to reach for his cell phone in the inside pocket. You see him getting white as a ghost as soon as his eyes rest on the name that appears on the screen.

Mycroft opens his mouth to tell you that your beauty was meant to be celebrated every second, when he is interrupted by his cell phone ringing.

     You were annoyed that someone was interrupting you, but you know very well that Mycroft can't help it.

    <<I'm sorry, my dear.>>

He gets up, kisses you and walks towards the exit.

You can see him through one of the vertical windows on either side of the hall. He's tense. Very tense.

He walks slowly up and down the street. He is listening to someone, trying to assess the situation. Suddenly his head snaps up. You can't see his face because of the distance, but you know that it's no good and that Mycroft must leave as soon as possible.

You thank the waiter by leaving a generous tip and get up, walking towards the lobby.

You call the waiter with a wave of your hand, asking for the bill and if it were possible to pack the two desserts to take them away.

In a few minutes, he fixed everything.

    <<Are you going away, miss?>>

    <<I'm afraid so.>>

    <<Okay. Wait here while I get your coats, please.>>

As the woman walks away, you can get a better look at your boyfriend.

His back is straight and tense. The expression is always cold and detached but the movement of his lips makes you understand that he is furious.

You are very concerned about this situation. You’ve never seen him so upset.

The receptionist's voice wakes you from your thoughts.

She moves behind you and helps you put on your coat.

    <<Thank you.>>

    <<You’re welcome, miss. Here. This is your husband's.>> She smiles as she hands you Mycroft's coat.

    <<He’s- ...Thank you. Good evening.>>

Husband...

You’ve never thought about that

As the woman opens the door to let you out you find yourself looking at your left ring finger. Smiling at the idea.

How can't you? Mycroft was perfect.

As soon as you finish the sentence, Mycroft feels weird. He doesn't know what that depends on. He just can't help but smile.

    <<Yes, I'll be right there.>>

    Your boyfriend has just ended the call when he notices your presence.

    <<I figured that the circumstance was important.>> You tell him as you hand him both the jacket and the box containing the desserts. <<And these are both yours. From how tense I see you, I know you deserve them all.>>

    <<I love you so much...>>

You both are surprised and stare blanc at each other.

It's the first time either of them has said the l-word.

A taxi appeared, parking in front of you. You share another kiss before the eldest Holmes opens the door for you, and then closes it behind you.

    You smile at him. Hug him to you and kiss him. <<I love you too.>>

    He melts under your touch.

    <<I would have liked this evening to have ended in another way...>>

    <<I think we both hoped so.>> You reply mischievously.

    Mycroft chuckles. <<That's not what I meant ... Or at least in part.

<<I have to go...>>

    <<I know.>>

    <<I'll make it up to you.>>

    <<I know that too.>> You stated as you caress his face. <<Can we talk later?>>

    <<Of course. Call me when you arrive.>>

    <<The same goes for you too, Mister.>>

You think for a long time about that "I'll make it up to you". He had an odd tone. As if he was hiding something.

He smiles at you, kisses you one more time and gives directions to the taxi driver.

As soon as the taxi starts you realize that his car has arrived, but Mycroft doesn't get on it. He waits for you to leave, waving at you from a distance. You blow him a kiss and sit up composed.

You suppress a yawn in your throat and blame it all on tiredness and your overthinking. Mycroft has always told you everything. Sure he would not hide something from you... right?

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Crosshair: all lives end, all hearts are broken, caring is not an advantage, Hunter

[evadne01]

Sherlock Holmes & Universes Masterlist

I don't have any other places to be right now (Elementary)

Sherlock Holmes made a bet with himself.

When he hears that Joan has another date, he is afraid of losing it.

Sherlock Holmes/Joan Watson

I want her to choose me (Elementary)

Sherlock Holmes was in love with Joan Watson.

Perhaps the best way to stop her from leaving him was to be honest.

Sherlock Holmes/Joan Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Joan Watson

Some honesty (Elementary)

Sherlock tries to persuade Joan to stay with him

Sherlock Holmes/Joan Watson

I am afraid of losing you (Sherlock BBC)

Greg is hurt and Mycroft gets very attentive and clingy.

Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

A bit more complicated (Elementary)

I can’t express how surprised I am that Sherlock decided to leave you behind, despite your decision to find a new home.

I don’t know exactly what drove Sherlock to make this hasty and rather stupid choice, but I know I won’t make the same mistake.

This is a priceless treasure in every sense.

Moriarty.

Or: After Sherlock leaves, another genius becomes interested in Joan Watson.

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[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

you know that scene in the last ep of sherlock where mycroft is saying all that shit about how john is useless and should be the one to die just to make it easier for sherlock to kill him instead?

what if i said regulus in the second arena.

[j-eryewrites]

What the hell was that?!

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Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: Hi!! I’m loving your Arbitrary Lives fic so much!❤️ I was wondering if I could request a Sherlock one-shot, please? My idea was that they come home from a case and are having an argument because one of them did something risky and there’s like a “why do you care?” “Because I love you!” moment. I’d love an angsty confession!!🥹

Warnings: Guns firing, breaking and entering, Sherlock is Sherlock, angst with a happy ending, idiots in love, Sherlock shuts reader up with a kiss, angry confession, worried Sherlock. 

You stormed into the flat. The door swung behind her hitting the wall with a thud. You frantically ran your hand through your hair trying to distract yourself from the scolding you’d get from Sherlock. 

 You two were working on a case. A case that his brother, Mycroft, had asked you to help with. It was a case of national security. A case that required the two to go snooping. A case that could easily go very wrong very fast. 

Mycroft assured the two of you that the office building would be empty. All you and Sherlock had to do was go in and look around. Sherlock would use his brilliant mind and you’d look around for anything useful. 

_______

“You ready?” You had asked Sherlock more to calm yourself instead of him. You weren’t ready despite the years of snooping and solving cases alongside Sherlock. You were going to mess up. You knew it. 

“Always,” Sherlock replied. His voice was cool and calm. He straightened his coat. Your eyes followed as his hands lifted the collar of his coat. Afterwards, he returned his focus to the door. His long finger worked diligently to pick the lock on the office door. Fingers that you wished were trailing your body right now. 

It was no surprise you liked Sherlock. Well, it was a surprise for you. He was a confident, stubborn, sarcastic, oblivious man who had a smart mouth. He always seemed to get on your nerves and knew exactly which buttons to press. That didn’t stop you from barking back at him. You had a mind of your own. With each argument or sarcastic comment that treaded close to the fine line of flirting, your mind and heart slowly opened up to the idea of Sherlock. Before long you found yourself blushing in his presence. His blue eyes looking at you were all you need to turn as bright as a cherry. 

It wasn’t until John stopped by one day that you realized you liked Sherlock. John saw your face turn bright red and immediately knew. He was too good of a friend not to notice. Unlike Sherlock, John actually had the ability to read people’s emotions quite well. He pulled you to the side and you confessed. John only smiled and chuckled to himself. He urged you to tell Sherlock. A suggestion that you profusely shot down. Despite how much you long to tell Sherlock, to take your partnership to another level, you needed Sherlock as a friend. You needed him in your life. His comments, his beautiful mind, and his friendship meant more to you than anything. You couldn’t lose it. You couldn’t lose Sherlock, so you kept your mouth shut. 

“You’re staring,” Sherlock smirked. 

You shook yourself out of your daze. “Sorry, just…”

“Nervous?” He replied. 

“Yeah,” you chuckled. 

“We’ll be fine.” He stated. Sherlock’s way of comforting you. 

We, you repeated in your mind. He said ‘we’. You smiled softly at his words. 

“Yeah.” 

“Take my hand,” Sherlock instructed. 

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Sherlock we’re supposed to…”

“I don’t care what my brother said. You’re nervous and that alone is a disaster. Let me hold your hand.” 

He stuck his hand out in front of you. You were hesitant. Your hand hovering above his. Sherlock grew impatient and clasped your hand. You gasped slightly as he tugged your hand to his side pulling your body closer. 

“Relax,” he whispered. His hand squeezed yours gently. 

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. You could feel Sherlock’s stare and it wasn’t helping with the nerves. Get a hold of yourself, Y/N! You thought. 

Your lungs had reached their capacity, finally exhaling out. A wave of calm hit you and your hand felt cold. Sherlock had let go. 

“Good, shall we?” He asked. He turned the knob and with a click the office door opened. 

________

“What the hell was that?!” Sherlock swore. 

You turned to look at the man in question. His jaw was clenched tightly his icy blue eyes bore into yours. You felt a chill creep up your spine. There was the saying that eyes were the window to the soul, and you could swear he was staring directly at yours. 

You rolled your eyes. “I saved your ass.” 

“Y/N,” Sherlock growled. 

You turned around to face him. 

“What?” You spat. The adrenaline from the evening was finally leaving. 

_________

You should have known someone was going to be there. It did not make sense for a company of that stature, especially a criminal organization, to not have night guards. 

You and Sherlock had split up. You would take one office and he would get the other. 

As you scavenged through the office files, snapping photos of anything you thought would be useful, you heard a whistle. Someone was whistling a song. You heard keys jangle and the whistle getting closer and closer to the office you were in. In a hast, you closed the file cabinets and scoured the room for a hiding place. Your only option was underneath the desk. A cliche, but it was better than being caught red-handed. You darted across the room and fell under the desk. There was a rustling and then the door opened. The creaking of the hinges echoed in your mind as a bright flash of light swung across the room. 

You held your breath and forced every muscle in your body to be still. The guard stepped inside the room. The light grew brighter, and you closed your eyes. 

Then it was dark. The door shut and the guard moved down the hall. You held your breath a moment longer before releasing it. Carefully, you peered up behind the desk. You pulled out your phone to text Sherlock and warn him. Sherlock. 

You heard the guard stop at the door to the office Sherlock was searching through. Sherlock wasn’t as small as you and if the office was anything like the one you were in, Sherlock would have no place to hide. You shot up from behind the desk and ran to the door. You listened closely, for any sign that Sherlock had been found. 

“What the…” the guard muttered. 

You opened the office door and ran down the hallway towards Sherlock and the guard. You could see the guard looking through the room. It was a mess. Sherlock sure knew how to create a mess. You saw a head of curly dark hair standing behind a bookshelf, a few feet from the bright light of the flashlight. The guard grabbed the radio from his hip and raised it to his lips. His finger pressed down on the button. 

“Excuse me!” You spoke. 

The guard turned around. His flashlight blinded your eyes. He lowered the flashlight. 

“Who are you?” 

Your eyes darted from Sherlock to the guard. “Uh… I work here. I left something in my office. I was wondering if it’d be alright to get it. I know it’s late, but…”

The guard looked you up and down. “Work here, eh?” 

You gulped. “Yeah.” 

The guard placed the radio back on his hips and hovered his hand over his firearm. 

“Bosses didn’t tell me they had such a pretty thing working for them, thought they’d only hire men.” 

Your eyes widened. Sherlock shuffled from his hiding place and began to creep out of the office. The guard turned to look behind him, but you recalled his attention. 

“Right! I’m a… new hire. Started a few days ago. I work in the finance department.” You stated confidently. 

Sherlock froze and the guard’s face grew into a smile. “There is no finance department darling.” His hand latched onto the gun and pulled it out. Your eyes widened and you ran. Bang! A shot rang out and you crouched behind a desk. 

“Come out, pretty girl. Wanna have some fun with you.” The guard declared. 

The guard shot the gun again. Your eyes shut tight, and your body was stuck in place. “If you come out now, I’ll make sure to be extra nice when I kill you. Make it short and quick.” 

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you opened your eyes. A hand covered your mouth stifling the gasp. It was Sherlock. He brought a finger to his lips signalling you to be quiet. He peered up behind you. 

“This way,” Sherlock whispered to you. 

Bang! “I’ll give you to the count of three,” The guard said. His footsteps grew closer and closer to the desk Sherlock, and you were behind. 

“One,” the guard muttered. 

You followed Sherlock crawling across the floor. He turned into a hallway and stood up. You followed suit. 

“Two.” 

You shuddered and Sherlock grabbed your hand. He pulled you along. You two were a few paces faster than a walk. You knew that if you ran, your steps would echo off the walls, and you’d end up with a bullet or two. 

“Three!” The guard exclaimed. 

You and Sherlock had reached a corner. He pulled you to a stop and looked around the corner. There was the door. Your escape. Now you two had to reach it. 

“Got you!” The guard yelled. 

You jumped at his voice. Sherlock shushed you again as the two of you began to creep towards the door. 

The man let out a laugh. “Naught girl. Now I have to be mean.” There was a click and a static noise. “I’ve got an intruder.” 

Then came thundering footsteps. The guard was coming down the hallway. In a moment he would turn and see you and Sherlock. Your breath became frantic. 

Sherlock heard the steps and the two of you began to run. You reached the door and pushed it open just before the guard turned the corner. He fired another shot. The glass of the door shattered. Sherlock grabbed your hand. 

“Run!” He yelled. 

The two of you ran out of the building and down the street. Adrenaline was pumped through your veins like oxygen urging your legs to carry you a bit farther. You didn’t stop running until you got back to Baker Street. 

_______

“Why did you do that?” Sherlock asked. His voice filled with fury. “He wouldn’t have found me.” 

“You don’t know that Sherlock.” 

“I very well do know it” Sherlock replied. “What you did was reckless. He could have killed you.”

“It wasn’t reckless, Sherlock. I was protecting you.” 

“Why?!” Sherlock asked. He stepped towards you. His voice grew louder and more frantic. 

There was silence. All of London was asleep or at least they were. You were sure Sherlock could have woken up the whole street with the pitch of his voice. 

You bit your lip and looked to the side. Tears now filled your eyes. How could not see? You’d risk everything for him. 

“Look at me, Y/N,” Sherlock commanded. “Why would you do something so stupid just …” 

“Because I love you!” You exploded. Your eyes widened at your confession. If the street wasn’t awake before, it would be now. 

Sherlock’s mouth fell open. He stood straighter and his eyes bubbled with confusion. 

“Y/N” Sherlock whispered. The way he said your name made you feel like you could shatter into a thousand pieces. 

“I love you, Sherlock.” Your voice trembled. You had said it and now he knew. It was over the friendship was over. He would never be able to look at you again. You’d have to…

His soft lips were now on yours. Sherlock’s large hands cupped your face and held you close. His lips were uncertain as they moved against yours. He kissed you. He kissed you like he was on his last breath. Breathing you in like the drugs that wired his brain. You kissed him back. Your hands, one wrapped tightly in his hair, and the other on his chest. 

Finally, he pulled back. The two of you collecting your breaths. His forehead rested against yours, and his hands slid down from your cheeks to your neck. His cold finger felt your pulse. It’s pounding reminding him that you were alive. Both of you were. He held his hands there grounding himself to your heartbeat. 

You tried to pull away, but he pulled you back in. One of his hands now rested on your waisted. He hugged you close to his body. Your body was smothered by his warmth. 

“Promise me, you won’t ever do that again.” Sherlock pleaded. 

You nodded hugging him back. 

“I love you, too,” Sherlock muttered into your hair. He kissed your temple, lingering there. 

He held you. His friend. His partner in crime. His love. His world. He breathed in your scent. 

He’d give Mycroft the information tomorrow. He’d tell his brother the two of you were done with the case. But that was for tomorrow. Right now, Sherlock was determined to hold you close. To feel your body against his. Your lips on his. To feel your heartbeat that let him know you were alive. That this was real, and you were safe. 

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Fireball - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Title: Fireball

Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Eggsy, Harry, Ginger (Mentioned), and random guards and other random characters for the plot (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon!

WC: 2,674

Warnings: Reader is from Statesman, mention of alcohol, bombs mentioned, love at first sight (sort of), teasing, taunting, nervousness, embarrassment, anxiety, guns mentioned, murder mentioned, flirting, confessions, bets, slight angst, and fluff

Stepping off the small helicopter, you held down your hair as you ducked under the blades; holding your briefcase tightly in one hand. A little ways away, stood two men in suits, hands clasped behind their back. You mentally rolled your eyes. Kingsman always seemed so... Extra. Them in their perfectly tailored suits and framed glasses. Brushing down your hair, you stood in front of the two men, letting out a sigh. 

"Welcome to Kingsman, Fireball." The older man greeted you. 

The younger man turned to his partner, an eyebrow raising. "Fireball? What? They ran out of names?"

"Yes." You spoke up, "In some senses they did. You two must be Harry and Eggsy." The looks on their faces were priceless. Eyes wide, Eggsy's jaw dropped.

"How do you know our names?" Eggsy asked and you shrugged with a grin.

"I'm a hacker. That's what you wanted when you contacted the Statesman, correct?"

Harry was quick to recover, clearing his throat before he said anything else.

"Yes. we need you to locate someone." His voice hardened, his expression darkening slightly as they led you into the Kingsman mansion.

"Mmm, my favorite activity. Anyone fun?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows teasingly at them. As you followed them inside, Eggsy nudged Harry with a slight smirk. Harry gave him a stern look.

"They have codes to a bomb," Harry replied and Eggsy grinned.

"And we need them so we can disarm it." He finished, and your eyes lit up in recollection.

"Oooh! Mr. David Frizzle. We've been monitoring him for some time."

"His location has been locked down pretty well though. Even our wizard couldn't track him." Your lips curled upward slightly as Eggsy spoke.

"Mmm, and you think I can't? Watch and learn, boys. Take me to your hacking room."

Harry and Eggsy looked at one another briefly before leading you through the fantastic mansion. Walking down long hallways with large paintings, you took your time looking around, until you stopped in front of two doors. Harry opened the door for you and you looked around. The room was clean, white floors and dark wood walls. Along the back wall were rows and rows of electronic cases of blinking lights and other do-dads. It was a bit smaller than your office, but you could make it work. Looking over to the desk in the room, it faced a bunch of screens. And, in a chair, was a man. He turned as the three of you entered, standing. You couldn't help but stare at him. You have seen a lot of people in this line of work. But not like him. Bald, clean-shaven, dark eyes that glinted with intelligence behind his glasses as he stared right back at you.

"Fireball," He addressed you formally, pulling you back to reality, "Merlin." He offered his hand out to you. With a smirk, you shook it.

"I know. A pleasure to meet you." 

"You know?" Merlin asked, and you nodded, taking in the man before you.

"Of course, I'm a hacker." You shrugged, before realizing you and Merlin were still shaking each other's hands.

He cleared his throat, dropping your hand as you brought your hand back to your side. “So tell us about David Frizzle.”

Your face fell. "We've been tracking him for years and his computer systems are always top-notch."

"What have you learned?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, this... Frizzle is only the middle man it seems. Ginger and I think his boss is the real target here."

"Can you find out where he is?" Merlin asked, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Most likely." You agreed, before moving past Merlin and to his desk. Sitting down in his chair, you pulled up your briefcase, setting it down before you. Harry, Eggsy, and Merlin watched as you clicked open your case, revealing the various pieces of equipment within. "Alright, let's get this party started." You said, before rapidly typing on your small keyboard.

You smiled as you began to scan the screen. There were files everywhere, but you weren't having trouble reading it all. As you navigated through the servers, you found several pieces of information regarding the specific individual. You quickly pulled up a map and began working your way through the different locations. As you worked, you felt a presence beside you. Glancing quickly, you spotted Merlin leaning next to you, his dark eyes staring at your screen. Biting your lip, you tried to calm your racing heart and flushing cheeks. You glanced back at the screen, trying to ignore the close proximity of the both of you. "Done!" You exclaimed, your screen displaying a map of England, a red blinking dot placed over Glasgow. "The best guess is that he'll probably stay put somewhere near here." You pointed to the screen.

"Wow," Eggsy laughed out from the other side of you, almost startling you. "That was quick."

"Three minutes quick," Harry spoke up, glancing up from his watch.

Merlin swallowed thickly, looking down at your screen, at you, and back. Merlin would admit it, he was impressed. You were incredibly fast, more so than any other hacker he knew. Not only did you have the skills necessary to access multiple systems, but also you could handle them. He had thought you were just a normal hacker. Not a master hacker, who was practically immortal and could take on entire governments by herself. But you proved otherwise when you're hacked into the MI6 database, bypassing the firewall, and hacking into national security databases. "Good job, Fireball. I'm sure he won't expect us to track him directly."

"No, he won't." You confirmed, before beginning to type away again, "I think I'll be able to find out exactly where he's residing as well. Just give me... Five minutes." You typed away furiously, ignoring the fact that Merlin was watching you intensely and that Eggsy and Harry were now chatting. You didn't care if he was watching. It wasn't hard to see your mind whirring, analyzing every detail as you narrowed your map closer and closer to where Mr. Frizzle was located. In about 15 seconds, you had figured out where he was being kept. "Got it."

"Where is he?" Harry asked immediately.

"A penthouse apartment in the city."

"Do you know his address?" Merlin questioned.

"Yes."

"Let's go. Now." Eggsy ordered as he and Harry ran out of the room. 

Letting out a sigh, your eyes widened in realization as you scooted the chair back, standing up. "Sorry for stealing your chair like that." You apologized to Merlin, who only shook his head.

"No, it's fine. You can have mine." He spoke, accent thickening slightly as he walked past you as you sat down again, pushing a chair to sit beside you.

"So," You began, watching the screens before you to see Harry and Eggsy already driving. "This is what you do? Hack and lead the team?"

"Something like that," Merlin said simply, staring up at the screens.

"Well..." You paused, thinking, looking at him. "Do you also go out into the field?" You asked, tilting your head towards him and he hummed lightly, turning to face you.

"I used to." He answered, his voice soft.

You smiled, nodding. "Me too." You let out a sigh, before looking back at the screens, "But that darn Tequila took my place when he joined."

"Yeah?" Merlin asked, turning to face you.

"Yup." You replied, popping the 'p', "They're a pain in the butt."

For the next four hours, you and Merlin conversed with each other, even sharing lunch together while you watched Harry and Eggsy enter the apartment. And in that amount of time, you had grown to like the Scottish hacker quite a bit. He was nice, polite, kind, and intelligent. He was quite handsome too. Sharp jawline, dark piercing gaze... You found yourself becoming very fond of his company. He was extremely attractive. And, for whatever reason, made you feel safe like there was nothing to fear when you were around him. It frightened you slightly... How quickly you had fallen for the man before you.

~~~

It had been three months since you joined Kingsman temporarily and you were loving it. Working with Merlin was something entirely new and exhilarating. The two of you had begun working together fairly regularly, helping one another with missions, and even talking at length on occasion. Merlin was a smart man, and you found yourself getting to know him rather quickly. Well, minus his real day-to-day life outside of Kingsman. And he had grown quite fond of you as well, unknowingly to you. He told you stories of times when he went on missions, and you told him yours. You loved when he spoke, and you often found yourself smiling at everything he said. You loved the way his eyes lit up and the way his mouth curved upwards in amusement.  You found yourself falling more and more in love with him every day. 

Merlin thought you were incredibly intelligent, talented, and funny; And as the days went on, it grew harder and harder to hide his smile from you. He loved your cheeky grin and the way you laughed; it sounded like music to his ears. He loved your eyes, which were always bright and a bit mischievous. It was like you were a magnet, drawing him into your orbit, and he couldn't stop himself from being affected by you. It didn't help matters that you were absolutely gorgeous; not only your appearance but your personality and everything about you seemed to make his heart beat faster. 

"Merlin, sugar, you're staring." You spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts, making him blink. He quickly turned back to the screens.

"Am I?"

"Yes." You laughed, sitting back in your seat. "I know. I look cute today. Very distracting." You teased, making Merlin chuckle lightly.

He wasn't affirming or denying. Instead, he continued typing. "Have you located the address yet?"

"Yep! Here we go…" You muttered, your fingers flying across the keyboard as you scanned through various documents and data to find the address you were looking for. By tapping 'enter' you sent the address to Eggsy. You then looked up, noticing how closely Merlin was watching you. He quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks tinting pink as he focused on the monitors in front of him. You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile as you looked down at your lap. You were hoping your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. And you hoped you weren't reading too much into the way he was looking at you. The look in his eyes, it was like admiration at most, but there was something else underneath. Something deeper. Something... Hidden.

Merlin sat frozen in his seat, forcing himself to stare at the screens before him, and forcing himself to remain focused on the task at hand. It was hard though, especially because his focus would drift to you every once in and while, watching you from the corner of his eye. He watched as you fiddled with your hands in your lap, chewing on your bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought. And Merlin found butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the sight, causing him to avert his gaze. He cleared his throat softly, trying to suppress his thoughts. This isn't the time to think about this right now, Merlin. Focus! 

"Merlin?" Your voice pulled him out of his trance as he glanced towards you. "Where?" You repeated, and Merlin looked away from you, biting down on his lip.

"Um, yeah. Right here." He stated, pointing to the screen. "Here," He pointed to a large white building surrounded by an impressive array of guards. "You have to find a way in, Eggsy. There are guards at each entrance." Merlin spoke through the mic.

You pursed your lips as you looked at him, "Uh, Merlin, uh... He’s already in." You spoke and Merlin froze before you spoke again, "He doesn’t know which way to go, you have that information." You told him and Merlin nodded his head, before swiftly getting back into business.

He swallowed before speaking, "Alright, take a right down this hall." He spoke through the mic before turning to you. "Fireball... Uh, I was wondering-"

"Which way now?" Eggsy spoke through the speakers, interrupting Merlin. "Any guards I should know about inside?"

Merlin turned back to the microphone, "Take the next left and up the stairs, no guards on the second floor." He said before turning back to you, as you looked up at him curiously. "I was wondering if you'd like to-"

"Merlin! Where to now?" Eggsy asked as he ran up the stairs, gun in hand.

Growing frustrated, Merlin turned back to the mic, "Third floor, keep going, guards are stationed at the office door." He spoke impatiently before turning back to you, "I was wondering-"

"Merlin!" 

Merlin swirled in his seat, pressing his hand down on the mic, "Yes, Eggsy?" He asked, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Hurry up and ask her out already, mate." Eggsy taunted as Merlin's eyes widened slightly and he froze. You looked at Merlin with those same wide eyes, confused and more so surprised as Eggsy continued to talk, "Ask her out and focus on the mission." You could tell Merlin was embarrassed by Eggsy's words, as he shifted in his chair, avoiding your eyes; his cheeks and tips of his ears tinted pink.

After a moment he sighed softly before turning back to you, "Right, sorry..." He mumbled quietly. You watched as he adjusted the knot of his tie from beneath his sweater, eyes glancing everywhere but at you. "Do you... Want to have dinner with me?" Merlin asked nervously.

"Like a date?" You asked, trying to sound calm and collected. But your heart was pounding and you knew the blush growing rapidly on your face gave it away. Merlin just nodded, looking away from your eyes.

"If you wanted." He answered simply, his voice soft as a gentle smile appeared on his features.

You let out an infectious laugh, "'Bout time you asked me." You teased, "I'd love too, Merlin." You breathed out.

"Finally!" Eggsy spoke from the speakers, gaining both yours and Merlin's attention, "Harry owes me thirty quid."

"You bet on us?" You asked and Eggsy laughed again, stepping over the bodies of the men who had been guarding the office door.

"Yeah, either Merlin was going to ask you out, or you were, once you were done waiting." He said, "Harry voted on you."

You hummed, shifting awkwardly in your seat as you glanced down, feeling embarrassed. Merlin just sighed, "Eggsy. Enter the office." He commanded softly.

"I'm just saying, I better be invited to the wedding." Eggsy continued to tease.

"Go into the office, agent," Merlin stated, his tone growing irritated. "Merlin out."

A few moments passed and you felt your heart flutter at the silence that fell between you and Merlin.

"So... Dinner?" You finally spoke, clearing your throat as you tried not to stare at Merlin.

"Dinner, yes, of course. I know this nice diner." He asked, and you finally turned to look at him. “If you’re interested?”

"I love diner food.” You gushed before you shifted in your seat, biting your lip briefly, “And, since we're going to go to dinner together, you might as well know my real name." You spoke, before scooting your chair closer to his. Leaning forward, you cupped the side of your mouth with a hand as you whispered your name into Merlin's ear.

Pulling away, Merlin smiled, a real genuine smile. "That's a beautiful name." He complimented, and your stomach fluttered.

"Thanks." You murmured shyly, both yours and Merlin’s hands finding each other’s.

"Y/- I mean... Fireball." Merlin uttered quietly, gazing deep into your eyes, and your breath hitched as he leaned forward, whispering in your ear, "Hamish Mycroft." He pulled back as you stared up at him. 

"Beautiful name." You hummed with a smile.

[bakerstreetbasilisk]

THE BEST-KEPT SECRET

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms

Relationship: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Victor Trevor (mentioned), Eurus Holmes (mentioned)

Additional Tags: #ficwip Hey Sweetheart Challenge, mystrade, Minor Character Death (Mentioned), Child death (mentioned), Drowning (Mentioned), Angst, Secret Relationship

Language: English

Summary: Mycroft Holmes has a secret that he is very careful about. But keeping it is going to break a couple of hearts.

Written for "Hey, Sweetheart 2024" event hosted by @ficwip

Mycroft knows Greg has been awake for a while. He knows that Greg knew he knew. Yet, his lover remains in bed, eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge him. And Mycroft also knows that Greg is right. He is lucky that Greg still opens the door for him at night when he comes in search of solace. Greg has every right to be disappointed.

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The Case of The Missing Pen

My fist @badthingshappenbingo prompt has finally been fulfilled! Today is Theft.

Summary:

During a ‘drugs bust’ Anderson and Donovan steal something from 221B. Sherlocks upset, Johns furious but trying to be comforting, Mrs Hudsons already taken her evening soother, and Lestrade is on a fucking warpath.