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immokki · 2 months ago
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My little brother
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moodboards-aesthetics · 3 months ago
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Gregory Lestrade & Mycroft Holmes
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anerdynerd · 1 month ago
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The Holmes brothers
wanted to challenge myself with this one a bit so this is the result lol I‘m not the biggest fan of how it turned out but I wouldn’t say it‘s bad either🦧
Have I mentioned how intrigued I am by their altering dynamics across the different iterations yet????🥸
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fancypersonvoid · 1 year ago
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ssayandee · 26 days ago
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kid!lock
17&10 ^_^
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strawberrywinter4 · 7 months ago
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May 9 | Prompt: Intimidation
Warning: Depictions of violence and drug use.
“You’re just too much sometimes, that’s all I’m saying,” his mother comments as she troubles herself with the dishes.
Mycroft rolls his eyes. He knew it would be a poor idea to come visit. He should have just settled for a call.
“You almost scared John away,” she says, scrubbing a class clean. “Your comments and glares at dinner are not helpful, you know. Sherlock almost had your head.”
“John is anything but frightened by me, Mummy. He made that perfectly clear when we first met.”
“Sherlock told me about that first meeting.” She sighs, turning toward him with a scolding expression. “Mycroft, why did you do that?”
Mycroft wills his cheeks not to flush crimson in embarrassment. “It was merely for precaution.”
“Sherlock is a grown man. He can take care of himself.”
Mycroft’s hands clench the kitchen counter. She doesn’t know. She hasn’t seen the extent of Sherlock’s pain like Mycroft has.
“All I’m saying is that I think you should be more considerate to the people who seem to actually want to be around him,” she says. “And John…well, he’s a very polite man. I think he’s good for Sherlock. Very good.”
Mycroft doesn’t answer her. Realizing she’s not going to get a response out of Mycroft, she leaves the kitchen with a tut under her breath.
Mycroft’s eyes are trained to the sink.
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The front door opens and shuts loudly, Mycroft wondering if the force of it broke any vases. Ignoring his brother in the lounge, Sherlock runs up the steps, his little feet going as fast as they can. Mycroft hears his bedroom door shut.
Mycroft sighs, getting up and leaving his science project. Heading upstairs, he turns the corner and knocks on Sherlock’s door.
“Go away, Mycroft!”
Mycroft is silent for a moment, then tries for the door handle lightly. Locked, of course. He rests his head on the door.
“If you open the door, I’ll make Ginger Nuts.”
A few seconds pass and the lock clicks, the door creaking open. One of Sherlock’s blue eyes peak through the crack. “Do you promise?”
“Yes.”
Satisfied with the reply, the door fully opens. Mycroft holds his grimace successfully, but it isn’t a simple task.
Sherlock’s eye that wasn’t peaking through the door is a mixture of purple and black, a few bruises gracing his jaw. His lip is cracked and blood is oozing down his chin.
Mycroft attempts to keep his voice leveled. “Sit on the bed, I’ll grab the first aid kit.”
Returning with the kit, Mycroft is pleased to see Sherlock took his advice for once, sitting on the sheets, eyes focused on his legs as they swing back and forth over the edge.
Without comment, Mycroft sits beside him. “Up,” he instructs, tilting Sherlock’s face to the correct position. He applies alcohol to a cotton and begins dabbing the application to his brother’s lip.
They sit in silence, Sherlock hiding his winces and Mycroft cleaning the blood and bruises.
“When are they coming back?” asks Sherlock.
“I’m not sure. Probably not for another few days.” Mycroft is used to their parents being gone for business trips, but Sherlock is still wrapping his mind around it.
Silence falls again. Then Sherlock speaks up:
“Are you really making Ginger Nuts?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
It takes everything in Mycroft not to crack a smile. “Why is that?”
“You don’t like Ginger Nuts and you only do things that benefit yourself,” he says bluntly.
Mycroft hums. “You really think so little of me?”
“Yes.”
They both share a grin.
Mycroft’s face hardens as he wipes another trail of blood on Sherlock’s cheek. “Did you decide to make another quip?”
Something changes in Sherlock’s expression. Something akin to…embarrassment? Shame? Mycroft’s not sure, but he’s never seen his brother acquire such a look.
“I didn’t,” Sherlock replies.
“Then what happened?” Mycroft demands, though his voice is quiet.
Sherlock shrugs. “I don’t know.”
And it truly seems like he doesn’t know. “Then tell me what could have possible occurred.”
Sherlock looks down, his finger trailing the design of the solar system on his bed sheet. “I thought I made a friend.”
Mycroft blinks. “A friend?”
Sherlock nods. “He said he wanted to be my friend. At break, he offered me to join him at the back of the building to play, and I said yes because…well, I told you about the pond that’s back there.”
Sherlock enjoys observing the frogs that live around there.
“I thought I’d show him the pond,” Sherlock says, this time more quietly. “But then we got there and he pushed me in the mud. His apparent friends came around the corner and…”
“Did that,” Mycroft finishes, nodding to Sherlock’s face.
Sherlock nods in answer.
Mycroft will never understand it. Out of all things, he will never understand this. Yes, Sherlock is odd. He has required rudeness over the past year, but Mycroft fully believes that Sherlock has just been taking after him.
Then there are the admittedly good things about him. Sherlock enjoys rambling about scientific discoveries, he likes to play in ponds and rain, he likes to help Mummy bake, he likes to play Pirates (which is actually quite fun), and he is a swift and independent learner. Mycroft admires these qualities. And though he’s never been good at showing his affection (and possibly never will be), he and Sherlock know how to make their relationship work.
“I will take care of them,” Mycroft says as Sherlock wipes tears from his eyes.
“They’re big,” Sherlock says. “And scary.”
Mycroft snorts. “Bigger than you. Not me.”
Hesitantly, he puts a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder. This seems to give a sign to Sherlock that he’s been waiting for, and he hugs Mycroft tightly. Stunned, Mycroft settles for patting his curls awkwardly, but this doesn’t will Sherlock away. Sherlock continues to hug him and cry, and Mycroft wants to make it all go away.
After a while, Sherlock releases him and sniffles stubbornly, wiping more tears. “Can I have Ginger Nuts now?”
Mycroft stands, nodding to signal Sherlock to come along. “You’re assisting me. I know you know how to make these in your sleep.”
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In a random building, in a random place. That’s usually where he is.
Mycroft hears either miserable sounds or nothing at all. He sees stranger’s eyes rolling to the back of their head while taking sedatives or pills.
The curls are unmistakable. Sherlock is huddled up in a corner, a blue hoodie wrapped around him loosely. Mycroft nudges him. He then turns him and is not startled to see his pale skin, his unhealthily sharpened cheekbones or his dull eyes.
Mycroft sighs.
He helps Sherlock up and practically drags him to the vehicle parked thankfully close outside.
Carefully putting him in the passenger’s seat, Mycroft gets behind the steering wheel.
Mycroft glances at him, and is overcome with what his brother has turned into.
“Brother mine. Why do you hurt yourself so?”
He knows Sherlock doesn’t hear him, doesn’t understand his whispers.
Maybe that’s for the best.
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“I worry about him…constantly.”
John stares at him. “That’s nice of you,” he murmurs.
“But I would prefer for various reasons that my concern go unmentioned. We have what you call a difficult relationship.” Mycroft keeps his voice impassive. His heart aches.
John’s phone pings. It’s obviously from Sherlock.
They continue with comments back and forth. Mycroft feigns an impression that he’s only wanting Sherlock’s whereabouts for personal gain. John seems to believe it wholeheartedly.
Mycroft can’t decide if John is worth Sherlock’s time.
Probably not.
Mycroft analyzes him to get a rise out of him.
“Are we done?” John asks, attempting to keep his frustration to a minimum.
Anger issues. Of course.
The rest of the meeting goes not so smoothly. John leaves obviously bothered and Mycroft doesn’t know, he doesn’t know if he can trust this man to even come close to deserving Sherlock’s friendship.
No one does. It’s the truth.
Mycroft has been called overprotective. He’s been called annoying. Unfair. Unethical.
Mostly by Sherlock.
But what are big brothers for?
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You can read it here on ao3 as well.
I hope you all enjoyed! Love me some Sherlock and Mycroft lore.
Prompt by @calaisreno Thank you!
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happygirl2oo2 · 6 months ago
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"While your half-blood sibling might have deceived, exploited, and then spurned you, I might suggest that the final outcome is not as tragic as you make it out to be."
Season 4, Episode 20: Art Imitates Art
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the-little-pierre · 2 years ago
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Dr. Sherly visited Dr. Liam during working hours 💙🤭❤ So the hospital director, Mycroft, gave him a punishment 🫠 Now, he has to see more than fifty patients before the end of the day 😅👌👨🏻‍⚕️
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divinity-in-chaos · 2 months ago
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Its sure been a while, huh? Anyway I made a few more Myc posts, go nuts, my little autistic folk in my phone
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meandhisjohn · 1 month ago
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Mycroft's filofax:
My brother and Dr. Watson are back from Paris, unaware that they will be back there much sooner than probably intended.
I have some very unpleasant news to share, but I will grant them a few days in peace before I instruct John Watson about recent events that unfortunately involve his past.
If you want to be well informed,which I always consider useful, I advise you to read @lisbeth-kk great and detailed story: " Always a soldier " before the account holder torment you once again with edits that involves my brother and Dr. Watson.
I can assure you, that my sources already confirmed such plans to me.
Most likely next week.
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smilingbluetiger · 11 months ago
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Baker Street Talks
(Mycroft x Y/N)
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Y/N *enters a room where everyone is bent over a jewelry catalog: Hey, what are you guys up to?
Everyone: *shudders
Sherlock: We're picking out an engagement ring
Mycroft: *is ready to fratricide.
Sherlock: Our friend Alex is finally moving his ass to propose to a special goldfish
Y/N: Ooo, that's nice. Can I help?
Mycroft *steps away from a heart attack: Of course...
William Sherlock Scott Holmes
Alexander Mycroft Chad Holmes
Jessica Eurus Tiffany Holmes
I thought the first names of the Holmes trio were perfect "nicknames" when they wanted to keep a secret. For example, when Alexander finally chooses a ring 💍💖✨
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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago
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Take Care
Sherlock and Mycroft x little sister!reader, John x teen!reader
Requested by Anonymous
Synopsis: you get a startling diagnosis that turns everyone around you overprotective
Warnings: cancer, mentions of death (no actual death)
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“She…she has what?”
John looked up from his newspaper at the sound of Sherlock’s distress. He had picked up a call from Mycroft and answered with the usual bored disdain, but after listening for a moment he had sat up rigid in his chair.
“I see,” Sherlock went on. “I’ll be right over, I…oh. Yes, alright.”
“What was that all about?” John asked as Sherlock put the phone down. After a moment, John thought he wasn’t going to answer, but finally he spoke, his voice dazed.
“What? Oh, Y/N, she’s…Mycroft is bringing her over for a bit.”
“Is she alright?” John asked hesitantly.
“I…no. I don’t know,”
“Sherlock this is ridiculous, what’s wrong? You’re worrying me.”
You had become quite the regular at Baker Street, sleeping over there almost as much as you stayed with Mycroft, your legal guardian.
“Y/N…she has cancer.”
“She what?” Surely he had heard wrong.
“Mycroft took her in for an appointment, routine check up, that’s all, but…” Sherlock swallowed, and didn’t finish.
“How…I mean…” John wasn’t sure how to ask about the severity.
“I’m not sure,” Sherlock said finally. “Mycroft didn’t say much.”
“Hey Sherlock!” To say Sherlock was surprised when you came bounding into 221B like nothing was wrong would be a severe understatement.
“Hello,” he greeted hollowly. You stepped past him to bring your bag to your room, and Sherlock turned to look at Mycroft.
“She knows?” He asked quietly, and Mycroft nodded.
“I believe she doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“How bad is it?”
“They said they aren’t sure about the outcome. They want to start treatments as soon as possible, and it all depends on how she responds to it. All we can do is make sure she gets enough rest and water between visits for now.”
“Alright,” Sherlock sighed. “Then we do all we can do.”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
You looked up at Sherlock with a frown.
“Just for a walk.”
“No you’re not,” he responded. “It’s time you took a nap.”
“Gee grandma, you first,” you scoffed.
“Y/N, don’t be like that,” John insisted.
“You guys really aren’t gonna let me take a walk?” You glared at the two men, who didn’t waver an inch. “Fine,” you groaned, brushing past them to your room and closing the door.
“Drink.”
“I’ve had like four glasses of water today Mycroft, I’m not thirsty.”
Mycroft gestured to the glass in front of you insistently. You rolled your eyes and took a sip.
“Finish that, and then you should take a nap.”
“I’m fine.”
“He’s right,” Sherlock chimed in from the sofa.
“Since when do you two agree on anything?” You scoffed.
“Since now.”
You glared at Mycroft.
“You can’t lay off for one afternoon?”
“No.”
“Ok, I’ll nap on one condition; you let me go to Christie’s later, she wanted to study together.”
“You’ll take a nap either way,” Mycroft responded.
“Wanna bet?” You challenged.
“No, because I don’t have to. You’ll do as you’re told.”
“John, a little help?”
“Don’t look at me,” John raised his hands. “I’m with them.”
“Could you guys stop treating me like this for two seconds?” Your tone rose with your anger.
“Like what?” Mycroft’s resolve hadn’t changed.
“Like I’m an invalid!” You shoved past your brothers and slammed the door to your room.
“She won’t answer.”
“I know that,” Sherlock griped at his older brother.
“Should we pick the lock?”
“She’d kill us.”
“Well, she’s worrying me, she’s been in there for a while,” Mycroft pulled out a lock pick and got to work.
When the lock clicked, he called out a warning.
“We’re coming in if you don’t open this door!”
Silence.
Mycroft pushed open the door, and sighed in relief when he saw you on your bed, a book in your lap and headphones in your ears. You looked up in disgust.
“Privacy much?” You growled as you pulled your headphones out of your ears.
“You’ve been in here for too long, and you wouldn’t answer when we knocked,” Mycroft insisted.
“Why won’t you leave me alone?”
“Because we need to talk,” Sherlock came to stand by your bed.
“About what?”
“About ‘how we treat you’,” Mycroft sighed.
“Alright, talk.”
“You know why we do it,” Sherlock insisted.
“Yeah, because you’re nosy control freaks.”
“Because we’re worried,” Mycroft corrected.
“You shouldn’t be.”
“That’s a load of crap,” everyone turned in surprise when John entered the room. “You know full well why they’re scared, and you are too. There’s not much we can do, alright? The only things we can do is make sure you get your rest in between treatments, and try our best to take care of you. So that’s what we’re doing.”
You were silent for a long moment.
“I-I just…” the tears in your eyes were perhaps the most surprising because it was the first time your family had seen you cry since the news came. “I don’t want to spend what could be my last few months just…resting. Wasting time, relaxing, and-and-“
“Hey,” the sternness in Mycroft’s tone shut you up immediately. “These aren’t your last few months. That’s what we’re trying to ensure by keeping you rested, and able to fight this.”
“We’re not letting you die, understand?” Sherlock lowered himself to meet your gaze.
“Ok,” you choked, and you were relieved when John stepped forwards and pulled you into his arms.
“You’re going to be ok,” he promised.
You smiled.
“Thank you.”
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moodboards-aesthetics · 3 months ago
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Mycroft Holmes aka The British Government
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so, it’s possible that someone posted about this already but I haven’t seen it anywhere so stay with me
Yesterday I watched ASIP after a long time, and I made a connection that has been in my subconscious since the first time a watched HLV a few years ago.
The stairs from Sherlock’s mind palace? They are the same as the on in the building where Jennifer’s body, the journalist dressed in pink, is founded. (I mean it is not exactly the same, put I think the resemblance is intentional, it’s practically identical).
Which takes me to the fact that Sherlock has this particular place stocked in his mind palace. The place where his and John’s story begins. The house from their first case together. The stairs in which he has his first revelation (Pink!). Where John points out loud how brilliant and fantastic Sherlock is.
And when Sherlock is dying and Moriarty points out John is in danger, the journey that takes Sherlock from death to life is throughout this staircase. He is coming back to John by taking up the stairs where took place their first case together. In fact, (according to another theory that says that the cell where Mortiarty is tide up is Sherlock’s heart) this stair leads to his heart.
So, yeah.
And also, may I point out the difference of light between the two shots. The first one, in the beginning of the series, is dark, shadowy, humid. It’s Sherlock’s life before John.
The second one is light, bright, not only representing his heart, his love, his life now that he has John, but also that’s how Sherlock perceives it during his way back to life, to his John.
That’s it thanks for coming to my ted talk.
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fancypersonvoid · 1 year ago
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probablyaziraphale · 9 months ago
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Mark Gatiss <3
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