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Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Mycroft Holmes x Reader (Part Ten)

Apologies for the wait! This is a bit of a long filler chapter, but I’m planning for the next one to be a bit more wholesome! And hopefully the wait won’t be so long... Enjoy!

Word Count- 5771

The rest of that evening was spent relatively the same; lazy cuddling on the sofa (with an innocent ending, this time), laughing together as the movies continued, hastily ordering take away when you realised it was nearly 7pm and you'd barely eaten since lunch, and then collapsing into bed at midnight when you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer.

Mycroft awoke the next morning by himself, your side of the bed (it's only appropriate to deem it 'your side' now, is it not?) feeling cold to the touch, and the ensuite door wide open enough for him to clearly see you weren't in there either. Immediate insecurity rushed over Mycroft. Had you done a runner already? Did his body appal you that much yesterday? He glanced quickly at the clock. 08:30. Neither of you had been awake that early in days. His brain whirled a little, thinking through everything he could have done wrong, taunting himself for believing that caring could be anything but a disadvantage. Though he'd be able to focus on his thoughts a lot more had it not been for the bloody singing from downstairs.. Wait. Singing? Mycroft padded over to the bedroom door and opened it slightly, the sound of your voice echoing up the stairs. He slowly made his way down the steps, spotting your form standing in the kitchen using a spatula as a microphone while you belted out the chorus to a Tears for Fears song. The three knocks on the side panel of the door make you jump and almost knock the pan from the hob onto the floor.

"Jesus, Myc! I thought you were a-sodding-sleep!" You clutched your chest dramatically. "That's twice you've snuck up on me now. I'm going to have to invest in a cat collar with a little bell or something so I know when you're walking by."

"I'd likely still be asleep had it not been for your singing."

"Oh really? Well I've been having a one woman concert down here for half an hour and haven't heard a peep from you.. I start singing 'Everybody Wants to Rule the World' and all of a sudden you're in the kitchen? Very telling from a Government Official." Mycroft settled himself down at the kitchen island, watching as you sauntered over and planted a kiss on his forehead. "Good morning, by the way. You were meant to still be in bed and then in about 10 minutes I was going to come upstairs with a tray full of breakfast and a cup of tea for you; another rare indulgence of impropriety." You winked, setting off to chuck some bread in the toaster.

"Hmm.. And why would you do that all of a sudden? Any other time you'd plan human sacrifice for an extra 30 minutes in bed." He teased.

"Ooh, Myc, you wound me so! Can a woman not treat her partner with such luxuries as breakfast in bed without an ulterior motive?" He simply raised his brow in response and you caved. "Okay, fine, spoilsport. Greg texted me at the illegal hour of 7am- seriously, 7am while I'm on holiday- to let me know that the next lot of papers came early for you to finish up. I said we'd get to Baker Street for half 10, so I wanted to do something nice before you had to bring the memories up again." Mycroft groaned and allowed his perfect posture to slouch in his chair. "Plus you look far too pretty when you're asleep, it'd be a crime to disturb that."

"Maybe I should have just let Sherlock shoot me."

"Mycroft!" You scorned, sliding a cup of tea across the table to him. "Don't even joke about that. If you actually managed to get Sherlock to do that, I'd have shot him, summoned both of your ghost arses and slapped you. I love Greg to pieces but I'd have to be with him full time if you were gone and he'd drive me up the sodding wall." Mycroft grimaced in more ways than one thinking about you spending every dinner with Gregory. Every movie night, every lunch break on top of being with each other at work. He had a lot of respect for the DI, and would even consider the man a friend, especially after how much he had helped you and Sherlock over the years, but his mind always did overthink things. Gregory Lestrade was a very attractive man; 3 and a quarter years Mycroft's senior, and yet both looked and acted like he embodied eternal youth- even his grey hair had only aided to his appearance. Mycroft had to constantly try to dye the ginger and grey out of his, else he looked a senior embarrassment. "Right, either that crumb from the bread is fascinating in ways my little brain can't comprehend, or you're overthinking again."

"Apologies. I was only wondering.. With all the years of the two of you working together and being friends, did yourself and Gregory ever.." He fiddled with the handle of his teacup. "Don't answer that, it's none of my business." You flipped over the bacon in the pan and perched on the side of the table.

"You should know by now that you can ask me anything, Myc.. And me and Greg? We've known each other for a very long time now, and we are very close, but there's nothing like that between us.. I won't lie to you, there was one occasion where we got very very drunk after Greg's divorce and he kissed me." Mycroft tensed. "It lasted probably 7 seconds before we both started laughing and realised how wrong it felt. Greg just feels like a much older brother to me. After my parents moved to France at the start of my training, the Lestrades became my little surrogate family and Greg's parents treat me like one of their own. His mum might actually love me more than her precious Greggie." You smirked playfully, dishing up the breakfast, shaping two eggs and bacon into a smiley face on Mycroft's plate with toast ears, baked beans hair and sausage eyebrows. He rolled his eyes with a grin and began to eat. "Besides, had anything come of us, it wouldn't have lasted forever anyway."

"How could you know?" You smiled into your slice of toast.

"I prefer clever posh boys, anyway.. But clever secret spy posh boys that wear three pieces and have killer legs?" You gave the 'chefs kiss' hand motion. "Well, I don't know about you but I think it's a very specific choice, and there's only one person who fits that bill." Mycroft felt the tips of his ears burn. "James Bond." You finished with a wink in his direction. "Though you're not a bad substitute.. How's the breakfast?"

"Mm, delectable- you do spoil me so. Perhaps you shouldn't make a habit of it, else I shall be keeping you here as my personal chef."

"Well as long as I don't have to sleep in the maid's quarters I'm happy to make you breakfast every morning."

"Consider it done." You'd both loved and hated how quickly you'd fallen into such domesticity; loved how after years of wanting it, you finally had it, and hated that you only had such little time left before you had to go back to work and your sad little flat. Mycroft may have to pry you from his library with his bare hands.

After breakfast, the pair of you left to get ready. As Mycroft proceeded to get dressed in the en suite, you rummaged through your drawer of clothes and plucked out some jeans and an 'Only Ones' shirt, tucking them under your arm before gazing out of the window at the dreary day London had to offer while you waited for Myc to finish.

The ending of September having just passed, you welcomed your favourite Autumnal month with open arms, relishing at the dark oranges and browns that littered the floors beneath the trees as their branches became bare. October may be bloody freezing, but it's certainly beautiful. Halloween had been your favourite holiday since you were a young child; spending hours upon hours watching cheesy and scary horror movies alike in the weeks leading up to the 31st, lugging a huge bowl of sweets to the front door for the trick-or-treaters after you had finished your own rounds of the roads, rushing into the park when it started to rain and grinning to your parents as you got back home, squelching with every step. Of course these festivities altered slightly as you got older. Work took over most of your time meaning your movie marathons were limited, your little flat on the fourth floor of a complex meant the large bowl of sweets ended up on your own lap to munch through in the few hours home you had, your parents had moved to France at the start of your policing career for their early retirement, and the rain became a hindrance as the water soaked through your coat and shoes while you shivered on the tube before you could try and dry up in Greg's office in front of the big radiator. Still, the month held wonderful memories, and the landing of Halloween this year was Saturday which meant you at least had the day off. Your mind began to drift, contemplating the idea of Halloween this year being spent in front of Mycroft's ridiculously large television with horror movies echoing through the ridiculously large surround sound system while the pair of you were tucked under an equally ridiculously large blanket. You couldn't imagine many children knocking around this area of London which left the sweet bowl up for grabs.

You imagined the evening ending in the library with Mycroft reading you his favourite Gothic Novels. Those were his true favourite books. Had anybody asked Mycroft Holmes what he enjoys to read, his answer would match his outer persona most perfectly. Though Hardy was a genuine favourite, his answers would reel off the likes of the Bronte's, Austin, Fitzgerald etc, often receiving a hum of approval from those around him. But if you were to actually look through his library you'd see shelves upon shelves of Stevenson, Poe, Shelley and Stoker, and if you really looked you'd notice one entire shelf is just multiple editions of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Wilde. It was something you always found oddly endearing about him. He'd been embarrassed, for some reason, when you first noticed, but excitedly obliged when you'd asked him to read them to you over the years (Dracula was one of his favourites, though he'd often scold you every time you begged him to do 'the voice', educating you every time that the Hungarian accent was only associated with Dracula following a Hungarian actor playing the eponymous vampire in the 1900s, before eventually giving in after your childish pout).

With Mycroft in mind, you also remembered that his birthday was coming up very soon. Myc had never been one to enjoy celebrating his birthday; the idea of being the centre of attention throughout the whole day just sounded like a headache waiting to happen, and he would state as much. But you knew, at least to some degree, that it was another thing that derived from his childhood. You'd met Violet and Siger Holmes on three occasions, and it didn't take a genius to work out that Sherlock was the favourite child. They doted on him constantly, spoke frequently of Sherlock's childhood stories, presenting photographs out of nowhere of the curly haired little boy. Their only mentionings of the elder Holmes consisted of their distaste in choosing to work within the government, asking if he'd put on a couple pounds, and complaining how he doesn't look out for his brother enough. It was safe to say you were not a fan of the Holmes parents, often leaving the room fairly quickly before you said something that you wouldn't be able to take back. You knew of the money troubles that surrounded the family when they boys were younger, but you didn't doubt that Sherlock was still spoiled rotten. The photographs you had seen always showed baby Sherlock with a new teddy, adolescent Sherlock with countless costumes and toys, and eventually teenage Sherlock with chemistry sets and textbooks. The few pictures you'd seen of Mycroft (typically in the background of one of Sherlock) his clothes were of a much cheaper quality, usually hand-me-downs from uncles and cousins alike, and never anything materialistic with him. With the thoughts of this in mind, you decided that Mycroft's birthday would at least be marginally better this year- it fell two days before you were both set to go back to work, which worked out quite nicely. Previous years, the pair of you and Greg would have a couple drinks (under your persistence, rather than Mycroft's request) before he'd claim he had work to do and send you on your way, but not this year.

"Perhaps the bump was more detrimental than first thought."

"Hmm?" You blinked and got your vision back in focus as Mycroft walked by your side to look out of the window himself, his deep grey suit and green tie reflecting in the glass.

"I asked you three times if you wanted to pick up coffee on the way so we could ensure the drinking receptacle hadn't housed eyeballs in the past." The side of his mouth flicked up in a smile briefly.

"Oh! Yeah, sounds good. Sorry, I was a bit distracted."

"Yes. October first, I suspect you were imagining the design you plan to carve out on your pumpkin this year, though I can't imagine it'll impress Ms Spencer next door very much. The way she jumps if you turn the corner into her, I should imagine seeing a demonic entity carved into an orange fruit outside our door would send the old girl into cardiac arrest." The smile dropped slightly as he realised that by Halloween you would be back at your flat rather than here with him, he daren't even think about how he so casually used 'our' instead of 'my', either. You'd noticed, but didn't point it out, realising you yourself had already made up Halloween plans on the assumption you'd still be here rather than back on your own. Mycroft tensed at the silence before your voice broke it.

"Pumpkins are fruits?" He barked a laugh.

"From a botanist's perspective, yes."

"Huh.. don't tell Sherlock I asked that." Mycroft made the 'my lips are sealed' motion with his hand. "The answer to the problem though is simple. We get multiple pumpkins. We can have the most detailed, horrific pumpkins in the front room and then I shall make a special, non-scary carving of a cat for the front of the house. Hopefully that will reduce the cardiac arrest to just a state of shock."

"An excellent plan indeed." You gave a beam of pride at your idea before heading into the ensuite yourself to get ready, humming in acknowledgement when Mycroft said he was heading downstairs to call a driver. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you prodded at your forehead, the bruise still noticeable but certainly less violent. Rain began to hammer against the window and you glanced down at your bare arms. Greg had given you your coat but it was only a thin raincoat, hardly enough to keep you warm. Instead of going through your small pile of hoodies, you opened Mycroft's wardrobe and skimmed your fingers along the row of sweatshirts, plucking a juniper green cashmere jumper off the hanger and hoisting it over your head, grinning as the scent of Mycroft enveloped you as much as the material did. The length was ridiculous on you, the bottom of the sweatshirt resting just above your knees and the sleeves more than flopping at the ends of your hands, but you were damned if you were taking it off. You cuffed the sleeves and made your way to the front door to pull your shoes on. "What's this? Robbed in my own home from a respected member of Scotland Yard?"

"I'll whack you with the floppy sleeves in a minute."

"And threatened? I am so very disappointed." The glint in his eye didn't go amiss as he teased you. Mycroft actually adored the sight of you in his clothing and wished he'd had the confidence to ask for a photograph. His memory had taken a mental one to store in your file in his mind palace, but a physical copy would have been more than welcomed.

"Sorry, I should have asked really." He waved a hand dismissively.

"Think nothing of it, what's mine is yours. You look far better in my clothes than I do."

"Hmm is that an invitation for you to stop wearing clothes altogether? Because that's a motion I could get behind." You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. That was another thing that seemed to have happened within the last few years. Since the relationship with the Lestrade family started, you instinctively picked up the casual flirting charm from Greg and his father. It could work well within your job sometimes, but using it on Mycroft was a reward in itself.

"You are a minx."

"You love it." You winked. And, thinking about it, he thought he might. God help him, he really thought he might. It was still early days by means of officialness, but Mycroft wasn't a fickle man. Whilst he never suspected he would end up with in a relationship, he always knew that if he ever took that step with anybody it would be at the point he was in too deep. Maybe officially throwing the L word into the equation was a case of Mycroft feeling slightly overwhelmed with affection he'd never received before, he didn't know. But what he did know was that after spending nights sharing the same bed with you, waking up to you in the mornings and seeing you in his bloody clothing was something he thoroughly found himself enjoying. And he was damned if he was ever going to go back to the alternative. "I promise that I won't spill coffee on this one." Mycroft displayed a mischeivous smirk.

"Given the circumstances of last time, you'd be welcome to."

"Oh but I'M the minx? You're just as bad as I am, really."

"You're clearly rubbing off on me."

"Not yet I'm not."

"That was a reach."

"...I'll still whack you."

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After picking up four coffees (Sherlock had claimed that today wasn't a 'liquid kind of day', whatever that means), the car headed towards Baker Street. As you pulled to a stop, you noticed that Mycroft was making no rush to move anywhere anytime soon. You placed the cup holder on the seat opposite and rested your hand on his knee.

"You alright?" He gave a tight-lipped smile and nodded once. "You can say no, you know? You've just started to settle back down and now you need to think about everything all over again in detail. Quite frankly I'd be more concerned if you were alright." His hand settled on yours for a moment and gave your fingers a quick squeeze.

"I'll be okay, honestly. The sooner it's written, the sooner I can move on." It was a lie. He would never move on from this. Besides, he still had to talk to Mummy and Father about everything at some point. That will be the tough one. He gripped the handle of his umbrella in his other hand and traced his thumb along the ridges, watching as the rain hammered against the car window. "It's almost amusing; a type of pathetic fallacy for what the next few hours shall bring."

"How about.. We get through this.. And then we'll take a spontaneous trip to the Natural History Museum where you can drag me through all the dinosaurs and show off with all the extra facts you have up in that brain of yours?"

"What makes you-"

"Think you have a little love for our prehistoric pals? Sometimes us goldfish can do a bit of observing too.. In your library there's a good fifty books, including two pop-up ones, on the history of dinosaurs and evolution.. All of your mugs and teacups are plain in colour, excluding two at the back of the cupboard with little cartoon dinos on them. Obviously a gift, but you don't use them. But if you didn't like them then why would they be so easy to access? I've also spotted your tie that has tiny outlines of stegosauruses on, which is adorable by the way. So.. there. Up for it?" He didn't turn to look at you, instead choosing to smile out the window. He was impressed, yes, but more than that he was astounded that you'd even cared enough to notice all of those things to piece together little facts about him.

"Hmm.. it's not.. bad."

"Hey I felt clever working that out.. I might just end up taking Sherlock to the science museum so he can tell me why all of their fact boards are wrong."

"And yet to every bad there is a worse." He opened his door and put his umbrella up, offering a hand out for you to step under it with him, tray of coffees under your arm.

"If you keep using Hardy quotes against me I'll force you to watch Jurassic Park with me. In those, the dilophosaurus was the same size as the people and fired venom at them."

"But that's preposterous! The dilophosaurus was 20 feet in length and didn't at all have a poisonous spit!"

"Helped me prove you're a dinerd though, didn't it?"

"A what?" He quirked his eyebrow.

"A dinerd.. as in 'dino' and 'nerd'. It sounded better in my head, admittedly." His hand found the small of your back and encouraged you to move slightly closer to him as you knocked on the door.

"Thank you. It's a wonderful plan."

"I know, Mr Grant." Before Mycroft could question what he guessed was a film reference, Ms Hudson opened the door, glaring a little at Mycroft but greeting you with a fond kiss on your cheek.

"Oh, Y/N dear! So lovely to see you!" She beamed, ignoring Mycroft completely. Good start. "The boys are upstairs as usual, that wonderful policeman is with them too. Very dishy." Her dislike for Mycroft always wound you up. Ms Hudson was so very lovely to Sherlock and John, but often stuck her nose in when she didn't know anything and ended up making an inaccurate character assumption of Mycroft many years ago and never attempted to change that view.

"Good to see you too, Ms H." You plastered a smile and walked into the building more.

"And don't you go upsetting your brother either. He's been through enough this last week and doesn't need you poking your beak about and making it worse." She scolded, poking her finger out to the elder Holmes.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He nodded, a fake smile covering his features. Ms Hudson eventually wandered back into her own flat and you headed up the stairs.

"Perhaps we should invite Ms Hudson on our little trip later?" You suggested.

"And why on Earth would we do that?"

"I reckon she's been around long enough to recognise some of the things in the exhibits. She might be less cranky amongst friends." Mycroft sniggered behind his hand. You raised your own to knock on Flat B but the wood shot open before your skin made contact.

"Please don't start with the childish giggling already, I'm not in the mood and, quite frankly, it's pathetic." You raised your eyebrows as the black curls bounded away and slumped longways on the sofa, legs crashing into the lap of the army doctor who fired apologetic looks in your direction as you walked over to hand him his coffee.

"Thanks, sorry. 'Not a liquid day' means no caffeine, and that apparently equates to 'I'm going to be a little prick to everyone day'. Myself included. He woke me up this morning at 3 trying to put toothpaste on my eyebrows for an experiment." You glanced at Mycroft, remembering his tale and bit back a small smile. Years may pass, but Sherlock Holmes still manages to live as a Lost Boy from Neverland. "I've also had my calves pinched while being asked if there was some kind of deficiency to explain why I'm short. When I said no, he said 'give me an hour and I'll find one."

"He's also decided that, since the name Greg doesn't register in his mind permanently, that the G initial in my name stands for 'Grandad' since nobody my age should be so completely grey. I told the bastard that he's the reason I ended up so grey from stress and he told me to sit down before I threw my back out." Greg called from Sherlock's armchair.

"Sorry, Grandad. That one's brilliant and I am very much stealing it." You grinned. "Here's your coffee, Pops. Don't let the caffeine interfere with your pain meds."

"Oi, I'm only a few years older than your loverboy over there."

"Mmm, maybe so. But look at him, he'll still be sexy when he's 80 so I think I'm safe." You winked at Mycroft and ignored Sherlock's gagging sounds from the sofa. Oh, Sherlock, you're going to make this so much more difficult that this needs to be. And after such a lovely evening only a few short days ago! You guided Mycroft over to John's armchair, engaging in a brief quarrel at who got to sit down before you took rest on the arm, your finalising statement explaining his need for space while he writes winning him over with a huff.

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Greg had handed out the papers shortly after, rolling his eyes at the sulking Sherlock and all but begging him to at least 'give it a go'. Two hours had passed and none of them were even close to being halfway finished. Sherlock was writing messily, huffing every now and then about how this was all 'pointless'. John was taking far more care with his, flittering between writing his statement, taking sips of his third coffee since starting and occasionally nudging Sherlock's knee with his own to ask him if he was okay.

Looking at Mycroft filling the papers in neat, cursive writing and listing the events perfectly with time stamps made you feel extra glad that you had won over the right Holmes sibling. Doctor John Watson clearly had the patience of a Saint to be able to deal with Sherlock long term. With the pair of them being distracted and Greg idly flicking through a book he had found on the side, you angled your body slightly to whisper in Mycroft's ear.

"You doing okay?" You asked, one of your hands resting on the back of his neck while your thumb brushed softly at the base of his hair. He sighed quietly in return and put the pen flat on the papers, flexing his fingers and wrist that had begun to ache.

"Marvellous. Nothing quite etches your failure into your mind like writing it all down in order of mistake." He looked up and gave a tight lipped smile. You reached for his hand and gave it a small squeeze yourself, both out of comfort and to try to dull the pain. He sighed again. "The more I write about her, the more bizarre her behaviour seems. She's so.. different.. to everybody else, including Sherlock and myself. It's almost too strange for anybody to believe." You leaned ever so slightly to press a silent kiss to his temple.

"Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened." Mycroft smiled slightly and picked up the pen in his left hand this time, writing just as neatly as before. "You never fail to astound me."

"Says the one who just quoted Hardy. Is it only I who is penalised for quoting him then?"

"God they're disgusting." Sherlock's low voice sounded from the other side of the room. Everyone looked over at him and he rolled his eyes. Any other time you'd have likely just ignored Sherlock's little digs, or simply told him to piss off, but today it was different. You all knew that this was an emotional reaction to today's events, the pain from that day coming back to haunt him; he was hardly going to be in the best of moods. That being said, if he took it too far then perhaps words would be shared.

"Eyes on your own papers or you'll be sent to the Head Teacher." Greg scolded, throwing a pen at the younger Holmes and rolling his eyes as he caught it.

"Y/N's looking at Mycroft's and she has no relevance to our incident."

"Bite me, Sherlock."

"I do not need to hear about your preferences in the bedroom, nor do I need those preferences hurled towards me... What? Come on, it's BLATANTLY obvious that they've had sex, Y/N's wearing Mycroft's jumper." All eyes turned to you and the growingly flustered politician. "Besides, look at the bruise on her forehead, a couple days old now which means it's been continuous, and they just parade it in here like some filthy pornographic post credits scene."

"Sherlock, I don't know how much porn you've watched but they don't tend to have a post credits scene. They're not Marvel movies... That's the superhero one." You attempted to diffuse the tension. Technically, Sherlock was wrong anyway.

"Pfft, irrelevant. How did he manage to injure you that badly then? Did his elephantine form crush you? Did he roll onto you and you had to scramble for safety and hit your head on the way?"

"Now, Sherlo-"

"Ohh no, I was wrong. Rare, but not impossible. You DIDN'T have sex, no. Close. Did his form repulse you? The flabber burn your eyes so much that you smashed your own head against the bedpost to forget about it? It was ridiculous of me to have ever even considered that somebody could want such a gargantuan being in such a way." Yeah, emotional reactions be damned, this was too far. Mycroft raised his hand to give your arm a small squeeze; a way of letting you know that he was okay, that he understood that Sherlock was just experiencing an emotional outburst, but that didn't make it okay. John offered a half apologetic, half reassuring tight-lipped smile in your direction- begging whatever entity there may be that you could convey from his expression that Sherlock would have a bollocking at his hands the second everybody left.

"Sherlock!" Greg scolded, throwing a cushion at the man in question to shut him up.

"Oh yes, sorry, I shouldn't have been so rude in not asking the state of your condition. So, Y/N, how is your head?"

"Never had any complaints, very enjoyable, especially with someone as incredible as your brother, thanks for asking." You were suddenly thankful you weren't sitting closer to John as he choked on his coffee at your words, spraying a good few feet in front of him with the beverage. Sherlock simply stared, unblinking, while Greg stifled a laugh and managed to lean over to give you a high five at your quick wit, stopping, then, to offer Mycroft the same hand which he, begrudgingly, tapped with the tips of three of his fingers. "Now, Gregory, is there any way that Mycroft may finish his papers as homework and promise he'll have them on your desk first thing tomorrow?"

"Certainly! You do that and I'll take to finding some Germolene for the burn Sherlock just received."

"Lovely. Good to hear you keeping up with the modern lingo too, Pops. Really in touch with the youth of today." You grabbed Mycroft's arm and hauled him out of the chair and headed to the door, quickly turning back to bid your farewells. "Always a pleasure, John, and I do hope Sherlock begins to behave himself soon enough for you. And, Sherlock?" You pointed your finger at the man who was still staring blankly. "We love the hell out of you, try to focus on that and use us being here to help you understand your emotions, rather than try to push us away by being a dickhead." You saluted towards Greg, letting him know that you would text him later about returning the forms, before continuing your dragging of the tall, silent man downstairs and thanking internally the efficiency of Mycroft's drivers for having waited outside the flat for until you finished. Pushing Mycroft into the car and climbing in after him, you began a small spiel of apologies. "Sorry, I didn't want to go and 'parade' our private life like that, but Sherlock was being such an arse and I couldn't stand him talking about you like that, and I should have guessed he'd have known somewhat about it and wouldn't have the decency to keep his mouth shut and I get that today was hard for him, but it's hard for you too and-" Ever the man full of surprises, Mycroft swiftly cut you off by tugging the front of your sweatshirt and pressing his lips to yours, his hand kept in a fist on the fabric.

"Thank you." He spoke plainly, slowly releasing his grip on the shirt and letting you settle back down. "That is.. I.. Thank you." You smiled warmly at him before glancing down at your clothes.

"You've stretched the neck out.. It's fair to say that your sweaters aren't safe around us and our primal desires. You should feel lucky that your outward casual charm hides your lascivious real interior, else Lizzie might think you a rent-boy."

"Well, charm, in most men and nearly all women is a decoration." You leant over and gave him another small kiss, squeezing just above his knee.

"Now you're quoting Forster? Oooh if I didn't fancy you already, that would have done it.. Though we must take note that we've now been sitting here for nearly 5 minutes and have made no attempt to tell your driver where we're headed.. You still up for dinosaurs?" Mycroft shuffled forward to knock on the viser separating your seats from the front, calling out a 'Natural History Museum, please' before settling back beside you. "Nice one, dino boy. Our adventure awaits!"

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years ago

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hey Steph, really adore your blog. I saw your ask about s3 and s4 John and his anger. do you have any pics that deal with that? I think his anger is caused by his jealousy. he loves Sherlock and is deeply insecure about S's love for him. I'd love to find some fics that actually deal with all of that. thank you. x

Hey Nonny!!

I DO!!! Been waiting for another ask to finally get this list up and out! Hope you find something you enjoy on this one! <3

ANGRY / CRANKY JOHN

See also:

Jealous John b/c of Other People

Jealous John

Jealous John Pt. 2 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 2

Jealous John Pt 3 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 3

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 4

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 5

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The 3x John Carried Sherlock, and Once ViceVersa by ShinkonoKokoro (K+, 1,673 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Friendship, Three and One, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Worried Sherlock, John Gets Shot) – It happens more than he suspects.

Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 (T, 1,921 w., 1 Ch. || THoB, Friendship, Humor, Bed Sharing, Missing Scenes, Cranky John, Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. Gen, but can be preslash.

Stay by sussexbound (M, 2,067 w., 1 Ch. || Post TAB, Suicidal Ideation Mention, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Kissing, Love Confessions, Frottage, Coming in Pants) – “Why? Why did you do it? Hmm…?” He takes a deep breath, waits, lets it out again. “Look at me.” There’s no denying him when he takes this tone. “Why did you kill him? Hmm…? For her? After…” A muscle twitches in the corner of John’s eye, and he clamps his jaw down tightly, swallows and sniffs a little before continuing. “For her? After everything she’s done?” “For you.” Before he can even stop himself. Just like that.

Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, 2,107 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Texting, Bored/Cranky Sherlock) – In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John's bedroom is now a research library. It's not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They're friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it's not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It'll be fine.

Those Days by StillWaters1 (T, 2,663 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD / Sensory Attacks, Caring Sherlock) – If Sherlock had danger nights, then these were John's danger days.

Extraordinary by ardenteurophile (T, 2,739 w., 7 Ch. || Angst, Pining, Romance, Second Person POV Sherlock, Pre-Slash) – Sherlock tries to understand his preoccupation with one Doctor John Watson - the one case he can never solve.

BBCSH 'The Comfort of Company' by tigersilver (T, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF/Mary, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Bed Sharing, Grumpy John, Touching, Clingy/Handsy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Fluff and Light Angst) – It's a trope that John and Sherlock end up sharing in the same bed eventually and I admit I do adore it unconditionally, along with all it infers as to the lowering of defenses and the heightening of trust. I put forth for your consideration that the notion persists because those who think about these things realize these two men are each in dire need of some good company.

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3,337 w., 2 Ch. || THoB AU, Drugs, John’s PTSD, Panic Attack, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Breakfast, acronyms and brotherhood by Rose de Sharon (K+, 4,074 w., 1 Ch. || TBB Fic, Friendship/Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, Fluff) – Set after The Blind Banker: my take of Sherlock and John's conversation over breakfast. S/J friendship, bromance, no slash.

Afghanistan in Baskerville by Amaya Ramiel (K+, 4,357 w., 1 Ch. || THoB Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drugged John, PTSD / Panic Attack, Hallucinations, Worried Sherlock, John’s Past, Friendship) – What if John hadn't seen the hound when Sherlock trapped him in the lab? What if instead, his very real nightmares of the war had materialized all around him? Trapped and drugged, John can't tell what's real and what's not. How will Sherlock react?

What John Doesn't Know (Won't Hurt Him) by blueink3 (NR [T], 4,392 w., 1 Ch, || S3 Fix It, Pining Sherlock, Snippets of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Fluff and Angst, Five and One, Hopeful Ending, POV Sherlock) – Five people who see Sherlock's scars before John Watson. But Sherlock's secrets were never something he could keep from his blogger for long.

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart (T, 4,743 w., 1 Ch. || PTSD, Character Study, Rescue, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Torture, Trauma, Danger, Drama, Kidnapping/Captivity) – The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 5,034 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

This Year by DiscordantWords (T, 6,283 w., 2 Ch. || TEH Divergence / No Mary, New Year’s Eve, John’s A Mess, Jealous John, Awkward Conversations, Trapped in a Closet, Estranged After Return, John POV, Semi-Reunion, Angry John, First Kiss, Reconciliation, Clueless Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Last year, Sherlock Holmes showed up at the Landmark with a fake moustache and a bad French accent and threw John's entire life into disarray with two words: "Not dead." This year, there are more surprises in store.

An Interpretation of Viewing Habits by akitsuko (E, 6,653 w., 1 Ch. || Porn Watching, Masturbation, Anal, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fantasizing, John in Denial / Internalized Homophobia, Bottomlock, Pining Idiots, Sherlock Has No Boundaries, Cockblocking Sherlock) – John watches porn. It's a perfectly normal thing to do.If every video he watches happens to feature actors with remarkable physical similarities to his flatmate, well, that's no one's business but his own. Or: John is in denial, until his infatuation with Sherlock is impossible to deny anymore.

BANG by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 7,016 w., 3 Ch. || Post-TGG AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Worried / Scared Sherlock, Alternating POV, Whump, Hospital Recovery, Open Ending) – 'I should warn you,' Sherlock says, his voice steady and his eyes fixed on Moriarty. 'You are sadly misinformed.' And he fires. Prequel to M Is For Moriarty

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5, 798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) – When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalize Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

Shuteye Shenanigans by Ayakae (K+, 13,263 w., 8 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Epic Bromance, John’s Nightmares, Angsty Fluff, Bed Sharing, Humour, Cuddles, Taking Care of Each Other, Domestics) – John Watson has never slept with Sherlock Holmes. Never ever ever. And never will, thank you very much. Well, there was that one time, but John didn't count that. It was completely different, just like the second time it happened. And the third. And the fourth. Epic bromance, but it can be read as pre-slash if you wish.

The Palmyra Atoll by elwinglyre (E, 16,609 w., 3 Ch. || TSo3 Divergence / Episode Fix-It, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapped John Watson, John Whump, Evil Mary, Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Toplock, Limited 3rd John POV) – As John's preparing for the wedding, Sherlock is preparing to have his heart broken, and Mary is prepared to do the unthinkable. Intervention required. Enter Sherlock. Set before Sign of Three with a far different outcome. John is drugged, kidnapped, and left on an island, but not just any old island.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination?, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

To Mend Icarus by AlessNox (T, 28,347 w., 14 Ch. || Post-TRF / Pre-S3 Divergence, BAMF John, Anger, Fighting, Sex, Bed Sharing, Stalking, Case Fic, John’s Past, Introspection, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crime, Mythology, Darkness) – After a case lands John Watson in court, he tells Sherlock that he is leaving. Not understanding why, Sherlock decides that the only way to learn the truth is to investigate his flatmate, Dr. John Watson. Sherlock finds that coming back is not enough to fix all of the damage that he caused by leaving. A post Reichenbach, post reunion re-discovery fic.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR [E], 54,437 w., 50 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV, Light Humour, Reconnecting, Declarations of Love) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w., 21 Ch. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU || Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (CanadaHolm) (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) – A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock, John Separated From His Child) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w., 12 Ch. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w., 27 Ch. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #angry john #cranky john #my fic recs #long post

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turnaroundroundround · 3 years ago

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Opera References in Musical Yuukoku no Moriarty Op. 2

Some thoughts of mine after re-watching Morimyu Op. 2, regarding Irene's arc A Scandal in British Empire, about all the opera references and some random thoughts that come to mind during this arc. Obviously there's a lot more to Morimyu Op. 2, for instance The Two M's and Mycroft's solo (which I often refer to as "the Mycroft Anthem" lol), the entire Baskerville arc, and the train arc, and so on. And there's a whole lot of other things I'd like to discuss about them as well, but maybe just save it for another time. I don't know if anyone has discussed these references before, and I am not entirely a pro in music either. All I have is some basic knowledge on opera and harmony, so these are just some personal impression that came to mind when I watched this arc, so please keep it in mind.

A SCANDAL IN BRITISH EMPIRE

Okay, so the biggest motivation for this post is, obviously, the music throughout the entire Scandal arc. It is heavily influenced by opera, partly because Irene herself is an opera singer, partly also because the masquerade ball itself is also a perfect stage for an opera to be shown. And the opera was not simply brought in to make the music sound good, but also utilising the plot of the opera itself to create more depth and color to the musical. About Opera during the 19th Century Some side notes. Opera has originated and developed from various different kinds of stage ever since the Greek and Romans. I'm not going into details but anyway, by the 19th Century, it's still somewhat of a luxury that is mostly meant for nobles and people with high status. There are millions of stories about nobles coming to the theatre only to enjoy the music and not the play itself, or not really watching anything but waiting to see their favourite opera singer. Like when the other things in the play are going on, they stay in there box or hang out with other nobles, playing cards and all, and when their favourite singer makes her debut, they come to the front of the box and watch her. Then they return to their games when she exits. All the luxuries. Opera is really something that is meant for nobles and those with nothing but time and money on their hand back then. And another thing is (with an image that I quickly searched on Google just now lol) back them before any stages there is always a pit for the orchestra to be in. They are just below the stage so that the music can still reach the audience as equally, but also low enough that they aren't in the way of the audience's view.

By the way, the role of the conductor and stage director back then was somewhat a blur (if I remember it correctly), as the music writer would very often himself direct the entire stage and become the conductor on the performance day. In case something goes wrong, such as actors need more time to adlib, then he knows how to direct the orchestra to play accordingly. It's quite a small detail, but in Op. 3 Liam also refers to himself (yes this is still about Yuumori lol) as the maestro, somewhat very similar to the role of the conductor himself. This reference, as we can see, shows Liam's role behind the scene conducting all the plots and instructions. It's quite a small detail I think, but also quite interesting

By the way, the leading singer, or Prima Donna (as they call Irene), are always sopranos. And the same goes for Irene Adler, all of her songs were written to highlight her soprano voice, like in 大作戦ーDaisakusen or her song with Ms. Hudson

An example from a song that I was reminded of when listening to Cecile!Irene. Of course there are many other songs we can talk about, this is just one of the examples.

Obviously, Irene's song aren't entirely like classical opera songs. They were all arranged to both highlight the opera feature, but also to suit the form of the musical and all the while showing Irene's elegant and gracious manners of a prima donna, and also showing her playful side especially during her duet with Sherlock.

YAMI NO OPERA - DON GIOVANNI BEHIND THE CURTAIN

To understand Don Giovanni references, it's essential to understand the story behind the original opera by Mozart. That being said, the actual plot of the story is quite long and contains so many details it's almost impossible to fit all of them into one post while also comparing them with the one in Morimyu, so this is a link to a more detailed synopsis of the opera. Or you can also read more on wiki. I'll just give some basic details that are referenced and discussed in this post. Overall impression: This opera revolves around a playboy that flirts with women, but lacking in loyalty and commitment to keep any of his promises to them. By the end of the play, after all the sin he has committed, Don Giovanni is engulfed in hell's fire, and punished for his sin. It is very much similar to the story in Morimyu, nobles relying on their wealth and status and have the freedom to do anything as they want, without having to worry about having to bear the consequence. Because of the difference in power and status, it is almost impossible to punish all of them, therefore having a need of a "demon" to punish them with powers that no human have - the role of Moriarty gang within the play.

In this arc, Liam is "directing" a play that is inspired by Don Giovanni. His audience is Irene Adler (and of course us who is watching the entire thing), and the main character is Lorinson who ends up being punished for his crime. Mozart's Don Giovanni is being performed on stage, but at the same time Liam's "Don Giovanni" happens, in the back stage. What we are watching as the main stage is actually the "back stage" of the real story.

In the original play, Don Giovanni was a playboy that flirts with many women. At the beginning of the play, he flirts with a woman called Donna Anna, and her father tried to defend his daughter. They got involved in a duel and Don Giovanni killed the man. Donna Anna mourns and wish to avenger her father.

In Morimyu, the story of Lord Lorinson (pardon me for not knowing both the translation of his title and his name) is added in spite of the original plot in the manga. As far as my Japanese comprehension goes, the story is that Lord Lorinson is also one that uses his status to abduct other women to his pleasure, and ends up treating them poorly.

At one point, a woman came to the Lord of Crime, saying that her daughter has been murdered by the noble and mourns her. She wishes for revenge, and Liam proceed to do so.

Don Giovanni - Act I Finale

During Moran and Louis' fight with Raymond(?), in the section behind the stage we can see the opera theatre with the Finale song going on. The ensemble is still singing as the fight goes on behind them.

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In the Finale of Act 1 here, the section that was insert into Morimyu was rather short, and was meant for a dramatic effect than actually showing what's happening in the original opera anyway. But anyway, we can see that as the fight proceeds, the curtain behind also slowly closes, ending the first Act of the opera.

It's clearer here. We can see that as they are fighting there is an entire opera going on at the back. The fact that the ensemble has their back to the audience emphasises how everything we're seeing are all in the backstage, but at the same time it proceeds alongside with all the events in the "mainstage". It's quite a powerful image.

At one point in the opera, Don Giovanni attends a party where he met one of his previous lovers that he betrayed. Then there's some talking and such and more betrayal, and somehow he then decides that he would also flirt with his ex's maid.

There isn't much that I have to say with this reference in the play, only that it is actually Fred disguising as a maid for the purpose of carrying out the plan and scared the sh*t out of Lorinson lol

I couldn't catch all the details from their conversation, but apparently Fred did some kind of stand-in again as the victim who was murdered by Lorinson, also to provoke him and lead him into Liam's trap?

At the end of the opera, Don Giovanni was cornered by the 'devil', drowning him in the flames of hell. However before that happens, the women that Don Giovanni once flirted with (as well as Donna Anna whose father was murdered by Don Giovanni) gathered, chasing after Leporello - Don Giovanni's servant - who exposed him of his guilts and sins.

The song that the women sung in this scene is "Ah, dov'e il perfido?", and there is a very small section at the end of the song that was kind of re-arranged and added to Morimyu. In Morimyu, this is the scene when Lorinson is exposed of what he is done, after that being "punished" by the devil. There is also a scene in the play when Liam mentions 地獄の炎 - Jigoku no Hono (The Flames of Hell) which is a direct reference from the original Don Giovanni. In fact, what he has been telling Lorinson is the story of Don Giovanni and how he ends up being punished - only that when Lorinson realised that, it's already too late.

(A reference from the song in the original play, the section that is used in Morimyu is actually quite short, only starting from around 5:40 within the song in this video)

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In Yami no Opera, the song is arranged with Liam's part of the melody above the entire harmony. So it is indeed a proper opera that "Liam" has based on re-arranged to carry out his plan.

While Don Giovanni is happening on stage, there is also another "Don Giovanni" being punished by the devil - Lorinson. We hear part of the original song from the ensemble in the background, and also Liam's version of the punishment along with Lorinson's struggle. And at the same time the ensemble does seem to be focusing on "Don Giovanni" - all of them looking towards Liam's and Lorinson's position. A really impressive scene.

And after that very short section, the play goes on, returning their focus back to Irene Adler and Albert's conversation. There is no "Flames of Hell" erupting in any ways except for Liam's really strong section of the Yami no Opera song. And there's no need for it, I think, as Lorinson has never been the real protagonist like Don Giovanni. Liam only made him a temporary "protagonist" and not solely for the purpose of exposing him, but only as a mean to show Irene the true identity of the Lord of Crime. So there is no point making it more dramatic than it already is.

So...

That's pretty much all that I have to say about Don Giovanni and opera's reference, I think?

Well another thing, maybe, is how much I love the instrumental arrangement for violin and piano in Morimyu. They don't have the privilege of having an entire orchestra, but instead they did as much as they could for the instruments so that they recreate the original opera vibe as well as they possibly can. And the result is, just, extraordinary.

Anyhow, I've heard many of my friends comparing the songs from Op. 2 and Op. 3, seeing that Op. 3 has more of a "flow" in between the songs as all of them were written with harmony such that they have a certain connection to each other.

Not that Op. 2 doesn't do the same thing. However the second Opus does feel more separated, I think, since the music in the 3 different arcs are much more different. For instance the Baskerville arc has a "hunting" vibe to it, describing Moriarty gang's plan to bring down the nobles' game of hurting children, while the final Scandal arc revolves around an opera singer and mostly happens within a masquerade ball. So there is a big difference between the scenes, and obviously a big difference in the music brought to them as well.

Aaaand, that's pretty much all the details I've picked up (and remembered lol) up to this point.

Anyway, I've been watching and re-watching all 3 Opus of Morimyu many times, each time firguring out something else that I haven't noticed before. So if I end up realising some other details within this arc, maybe I'll come back and add to this post.

Thank you for reading ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

Also, thank you @rikaaki for these beautiful gifs(☆▽☆)

#musical yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #morimyu #yuumori #Youtube

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calaisreno · 2 years ago

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Hey. For the “The Half-Life of Death.” Nos. 1, 3, 5 and 9. It was the first fic I read from your collection of works. Thanks a bunch.

Thank you, @seekers-who-are-lovers ! I'm guessing you mean The Half-Life of Love!

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I was inspired by some of the teenlock stories I'd read, but felt the need to explore what happens to a teen relationship when life takes them in different directions. Young love can be beautiful, but would it survive? Very few people meet the love of their life when they're teens, and that struck me as the tragedy lurking beneath the teenlock story: the inevitability of change.

I began with them meeting at school, which is were a lot of teenlock begins and ends. Originally I intended to trade the narrative POV between John and Sherlock, but decided to stick with Sherlock because he is selfish when he first loves John. I wanted him to gradually realise what he'd lost and why he'd lost it, and begin to hope he might get it back. All of that needed years to develop, so it became a prequel to canon, ending with their reunion at Barts after John's service in Afghanistan.

I gave it a shell-story told from outsider POV: the first chapter is Lestrade, the last is Molly. The rest is Sherlock.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

I don't have a particular line, but there are parts I felt came out well:

The second chapter orientation to Sherlock's character. He's a bit predatory and sees John as a prize he can go after, but I hope readers can also feel his loneliness and vulnerability.

And Chapter 6, where he sort of loses his mind and becomes paranoid: "It was just a tape playing in his mind, so they could trick him."

5: What part was hardest to write?

I hadn't written a story that covered so many years before and didn't want the narrative to be boring and dragged out. I may have telescoped the plot a bit too much in places. It was a compromise, showing time pass and hitting the highs and lows.

The ending was also hard to write, their confessions and realisations.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Yes! This story is based on one of my first adventures in writing Johnlock, one I never posted, but it taught me how not to write the story. I think a lot of my first efforts at fanfiction were self-indulgent. I have kept them and sometimes mined them for ideas that later became posted stories.

Anyway, in the original version, they are not separated, defy Mycroft's attempts to keep them apart, go to university together, etc. None of it was very interesting because it wasn't really going anywhere. It was episodes of "bad stuff happens, but we're still in love." It was wish fulfillment. A reminder of why ending sexual tension, or any kind of tension, usually results in jumping the shark.

Thank you for asking! It's been a while since I looked at this story. Though it's not the first one I posted on A03, it is one of the earliest Johnlock stories I wrote.

#my fics #Half-life of Love #johnlock

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mimisempai · 11 months ago

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I don't want to hide

Summary

When Greg unexpectedly visits Mycroft in his office, Mycroft immediately notices that something is wrong.

What has given his lover that troubled look?

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Mystrade Monday 1.0 #61 - “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

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398words - Rating G

Mycroft knew immediately that something was wrong when he saw Greg enter his office.

He got up and came to meet him, asking worriedly, "Greg, what are you doing here? What's wrong?"

He saw Greg gulp before he replied, "They found out."

Mycroft frowned and asked puzzled, "Who found out what?"

Greg replied a little hastily, "Sherlock, John, Molly, everyone. They found out about you and me. Actually, they didn't just find out. They already knew!"

They'd been dating for a few months now, and without really keeping it a secret, they hadn't announced their relationship yet. They thought they were being discreet, but apparently they weren't.

The detective continued, "When I said goodbye to everyone as I left 221B, your brother said, 'Tell Mycroft I said hello' and when I asked him how he knew I'd come to see you, he told me you'd have to be blind not to see it and that even Anderson had noticed."

Mycroft, relieved that it was nothing more serious than that, asked him gently, "How was my brother?"

Greg shrugged, "Same as always, mocking. And the others were quite supportive, Mrs. Hudson even congratulated me, telling me I'd chosen the best brother."

Mycroft chuckled softly, then turned serious again, cupping Greg's chin and raising his face to him, asking gently, "So why did you look so worried when you arrived?"

"We've never talked about making our relationship official, and I wasn't sure how you'd react since you're so private."

Mycroft shook his head and, after planting a light kiss on his lover's lips, replied softly, "You're not a secret I'm keeping. There's a difference between being private and being a couple in front of our friends and family. If you're okay with it, so am I."

He saw Greg's expression soften as every trace of worry disappeared from the detective's face. Mycroft leaned in again and pressed a kiss to his lover's lips, much longer and deeper than the previous one. Now that all worries were over, he intended to make the most of Greg's unexpected visit.

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A few days later, they were both standing at the door of 221B Baker Street, about to walk through it, when Mycroft turned to Greg and held out his hand, asking, "Ready?"

Greg looked at the outstretched hand, then nodded before placing his hand in his lover's and intertwining their fingers.

"I'm ready."

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Mystrade masterlist here

#mystrade #mycroft holmes #greg lestrade #mycroft x greg #some fluff as always #sherlock bbc #emotional hurt/comfort #established relationship #mystrade monday #mystrade monday prompts

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girl-next-door-writes · 2 years ago

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SELF-PROMOTION TIME!! What is your favorite fic that you’ve written? What is your least favorite fic that you’ve written? What is your favorite fandom/character to write for? What fic do you wish had more notes/reads/comments? Name a fic you’ve written that did better than you expected. Name one that was worse than you anticipated. What keeps you writing and on Tumblr? Does anything make you want to stop/leave? Lastly, what fic by another author would you recommend your audience to read?

Not sure how long this has been in my inbox, but here goes...

My favourite fic of mine has got to be The Tales of Mabel and Hogan, because it still makes me giggle. Honestly, it's a random piece of crack that could really be any character at all but just happens to be a very rare rpf of mine. It's basically what I think might happen if Rob Benedict wrote an erotic novel. It's just silly.

My least favourite fic of mine is a Harry Osborne fic I wrote called The First Kiss is the Sweetest. It was a request for a character I'd never written before and I just don't feel like I got it right and I've not written him since.

My favourite character to write for is tricky one because it depends on my mood. Hux is definitely up there, as is Mycroft, but I also have a soft spot for Crowley and Gabe.

What fic do I wish had more comments? Any of my series would be the answer to this. I hate it when I get an idea for a series because the feedback you get for it is NEVER anywhere near equal to the blood sweat and tears you pour into a series and it's always disheartening. On the rare occasion I do a series, I try to have it all written before posting the first part because I know the lack of feedback will dishearten me and I will end up abandoning it for a while. (prime example being Greater Forces -Mycroft, What Do You Say - Hux, Work For Free - The Hobbit and Rumour Has It - George Weasley. )

A fic that did better than I expected was Reality Check. It was my first Arthur Fleck fic and the reception I got from the Joker fandom was just AMAZING! They definitely made me want to write more of him.

A fic that did worse than I expected has got to be Come What May, my Sam Winchester/ Moulin Rouge series. I had an actual schedule, I did little promo's, people had said they were excited for it and then it was like *tumbleweed*.

What keeps me writing on Tumblr? Honestly, some days I'm not sure. I've had a break recently but there are a handful of people here who always interact with stuff I post and are genuinely excited to see what I come up with next. That group is dwindling as people leave tumblr but while they are still here I will write for them. (you know exactly who you are, you legends.)

What makes me want to stop? That's an easy one, feeling like I'm shouting into the void. I have a whole stack of stuff I've written and I just haven't posted it here because it feels like people wouldn't care if I posted it or not. There are quite a few character who are rolling around in the back of my head, desperate for me to write them, and I'm just not because it breaks my heart a little when a fic gets 18 reblogs, 11 of which are me. I don't need long rambling comments, though they are nice. I don't need gifs or keyboard smashes, although again those are lovely. Just- if you read something and you like it, share it with people, even if that means setting up a sideblog because it doesn't fit in with your aesthetic because so many amazing writers have disappeared on here and many others are hanging on by a thread.

Fic rec, oh wow, do I really have to pick just one? Honestly there are so many brilliant writers out there for so many of the characters I love so here's a short list for you to go check out.

@iwillbeinmynest @idreamofplaid @imamotherfuckingstar-lord @starlightsearches @redgillan @luci-in-trenchcoats @kittenofdoomage @heloisedaphnebrightmore @captainrogerss @angelkurenai @impala-dreamer

I know I am missing so many off that list and I'm sorry, I'm just going off my terrible memory!

#em rambles from the dojo

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fictionadventurer · 3 years ago

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Mouse Mystery and Hallmark Royalty Worldbuilding?

I'm so glad that you're the one who asked about "mouse mystery", because I've been thinking about it a lot while reading your Shapeshifter Stories.

This is a historical fantasy mystery that always comes back to me every fall because it has an extremely autumnal aesthetic. It's set in a post-WWI England where the Spanish flu had a much different effect--those who didn't die underwent an (previously extremely rare) immune reaction where their bodies took on an animal form to finally defeat the disease; once these people recover, they're able to take on their animal or human form at will. (I keep thinking about it in terms of your Shapeshifter Stories, because your world is one where the shapeshifting is seen as something primitive that needs to be cast aside in favor of modern technology, while in this universe, they're dealing with shapeshifting coming about because of these technological advances that are forcing them to consider the bestial side of man. Two different angles on the same concept.)

Our narrator (who doesn't have an official name yet--I've wavered between several over the years and don't want to commit to anything at the moment) is a young woman from an exalted background who caught the flu when she was working as a nurse, and gained a mouse form. Her family did not much care for this, and various traumatic things happened that I haven't quite figured out yet, but the result was that our heroine escaped in mouse form, hitched a ride out to the countryside, and has been living comfortably as a mouse in a great house for several months.

She would have remained undetected, but the family's eldest son is friends with a heartreader. Henry is one of a rare class of people with empathic abilities that allows him to "see souls"--detect a person's emotions, personality traits, preferences, some pieces of their history, etc. just by looking at them. His abilities were useful in the war--heartreaders were the only ones who could tell the difference between real animals and enemy soldiers in animal form--but since he's extremely aware that every person killed was a whole and unique human individual, he's more than a little traumatized by what he did, and he's been staying at his friend's country house as a form of convalescence (and avoiding his heartreader family who he's afraid would be all too aware of the stains on his soul). He detects our heroine the first time she's in the same room with him, but he keeps it quiet--he's destroyed too many animal shapeshifters with his gift already--and confronts her in private, promising to keep her secret so long as she doesn't cause any trouble in the household. They then strike up a comfortable friendship, despite the fact that our heroine can't speak and Henry's never seen her human form.

Over the years, I've considered several different plots, formats and POVs, but I think it works best as a series of short story mysteries, with our mouse in the Watson-narrator role and Henry as a psychic Holmes. Henry's abilities make him the perfect person to investigate mysteries--he can use his abilities to develop hunches that lead him to more concrete evidence that holds up in court--and the mouse is a useful partner, since she can sneak into places Henry can't go, all but invisible in her mouse form (and giving him the info by writing notes that she leaves in his room).

The first story would involve the mouse meeting Henry and trying to help him investigate a theft within the house (while proving that she's not the culprit). The most developed story is one where Henry's called in to investigate the kidnapping of a neighbor's child. There are also snippets of ideas that could go into future stories (I'd like to put Henry's sister in a lighthearted Mycroft role; the mouse revealing her human form would have to be a very important moment, etc.), though I don't have mysteries attached to them yet. The most important thing is that these stories are very autumnal. Autumn is classic mystery season for me (especially Sherlock Holmes), and the stories have all the coziness and cool weather and faint spookiness and bright, bright leaves of their autumn setting (though if I ever go beyond one or two stories for this, I could consider stories in other seasons).

(Since I received a different ask about the Hallmark royalty worldbuilding, I’ll save that response for that post).

#adventures in writing #answered asks #the tawny mouse #(no longer the title but i've talked about this under that tag before)#scarvenartist

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sherlollysecretsanta · 4 years ago

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So, for my mod gift, I'd like something a little more focused on Mary and John, if possible. Something simple, like their first date or having fun with Rosie out in the park. Little slice of life, I suppose. 💜

And here is your mod gift! I hope you enjoy this slice of life celebrating Mother’s Day.

A Happy Mother's Day Breakfast In Bed - Mary gets a surprise in bed from her husband and daughter, five years after she "died."

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“Mummy! Look what I did!”

Mary smiled as Rosie came running into the bedroom, waving a folded piece of paper. John was right behind her with a tray full of food and a single red rose in a vase. “Did you make me a card yourself?”

“I did!” Rosie clambered up into the bed and presented the card to her mother by shoving it in her face. Mary chuckled, then took it and moved Rosie off her lap into the middle of the bed so John could set down the tray. She appreciated every holiday she got to spend with her daughter, glad her “death” had been enough to pull the last of her enemies out of the woodwork so MI-6 could take care of them. She had been Mary Watson again for five years and they had been some of the best years of her life.

John set the tray on Mary’s lap and then sat by her legs as Mary opened the Mother’s Day card. It was full of crayon drawings on a large sheet of white construction paper, and there was enough glitter dumped on it to make a creiche teacher jealous. “She did it all herself.”

“There’s you, and Daddy, and Uncle Sherlock and Auntie Molly and Uncle Greg and Blackbeard.” She turned the card over for her mom. “And this is Auntie ‘Thea and Uncle Mycroft and Nana and Poppy and Auntie Harry and Auntie Sylvia and Mrs. Hudson.”

“The whole family is on here, aren’t they?” Mary asked. “Except...where’s Hamish?”

“Hamish is a baby, and he’s not a nice one.” There was some rivalry for her Uncle Sherlock’s attention now that Sherlock and Molly had a child of their own, and Rosie was not fond of the toddler. The look of distaste on her face was enough for Mary to lean over and kiss her daughter’s face to show that at least <i>she</i> loved Rosie more. When she pulled away Rosie snuggled her way under her mum’s arm.

“He keeps pulling her hair when I bring her to Baker Street,” John said. “He does it with Molly, too.”

“Which is why I’m keeping my hair nice and short again,” Mary said with a smile. She’d grow it back out eventually, but having had to change her hair color and style when she was pretending to be dead had reminded her how much she loved her hair in the style it had been when she got married. She was a brunette now, by her own choice, but Rosie had inherited her mum’s curls and they were usually allowed to run wild or were pulled back into pigtails.

“Well, I want my hair short too,” Rosie said with a pout.

“Are you sure? You’d have to wear headbands and clips to hold it back,” John said. “And you said headbands make your head hurt.”

“If you really want it short, we can find a way to make it work,” Mary said. John nodded at that. Neither of them wanted to run roughshod over Rosie’s appearance. She decided what she wore, even if it didn’t match, and if her hair was up or down. She’d never had short hair before, but Mary was sure the right stylist could do amazing things.

“Well, your mummy has a spa day today, so if she gets her hair cut, maybe I can bring you to get yours cut,” John said to Rosie as Mary set aside the card and picked up the coffee. Flavored creamer and two sugars, just the way she liked it. John knew her so well.

“Oh I do, do I?” Mary said after she sipped some of her coffee. “I like spa days. Your Daddy does too, because then he gets you all to yourself.”

“Because I’m Daddy’s best girl!” Rosie said happily, beaming at her father.

“You are,” John said. “And Mommy is the love of his life.”

“I’m glad for that,” she said with a smile. There had been some hard times when she had come back, some hurt feelings and not so simple explanations, but seeing a couples therapist and both of them raising Rosie put them back on track. They were the happiest they’d been since their wedding, now, and Mary had something to tell him that evening that would make him even happier, that she thought she might be expecting another child.

But that could wait as John launched into what his plans with Rosie during her mum’s spa day would be and John and Rosie picked bits of Mary’s breakfast off her plate. Right now, she was going to take the opportunity to enjoy a breakfast in bed with the two people she loved most in the world.

#warstan #john x mary #john watson #mary morstan #rosie watson #mod gift #sherlolly secret santa 2020 #answering asks!#theofficialkai517

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imperial-martian · 5 years ago

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Protective vs Possesive {Mycroft Holmes x Reader} [Part 2/?]

A/N: Sorry that it has taken me so long to get done, but I’ve finally gotten inspiration with the help of @kye06. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I was a bit iffy with it until the end, which I really love. Let me know what you think and if this should be the end or if more parts should be added!

Mycroft x Ex-Wife! Pregnant! Reader

Angst/Fluff

(Mentions of Divorce, Pregnancy, Fainting, Hospitals, Mentions of Llightly Unhealthy Weight Loss, Soft! Mycroft)

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Sherlock was sat in Bart's hospital sitting room, his hands interlaced and his chin resting upon them as he waited and waited. Each second that past felt like hours, each minute felt like days. The ticking of the clock at the corner of the room was slowly driving the man crazy.

It had only been a month and a half since you've moved into Baker Street with Sherlock and John. Every day seemed to be weighing down on you more and more. There was no more waking up to morning kisses that, Mycroft so loved to greet you with, or the smell of freshly brewed coffee. No more late-night cuddles and silent reading as you laid in his arms, smiling.

With every memory came the ghost of his touch, and with that came the guilt. You should've cherished those moments you had with him, to thank Mycroft for always ensuring your safety. Now, you couldn't even do that. The simple thought of him made you want to cry.

Yet, you were unable to think about anybody at the moment. Not while you lied, unconscious in a hospital bed while doctors and nurses tried to determine what was wrong before finally, they did.

However, Sherlock was still waiting, and he was still slowly going insane with impatience. He let only a second pass him before he cams his older brother, his blue eyes shut as he listened to the ringing of the phone.

On the other side of London, in an office, sat Mycroft Holmes, a government official who was just scribbling down a note on a piece of paper. The moon was shining in through the window, having just crept past a cloud that obscured some of its light. The auburn-haired man let out a little grunt into the glass of scotch he had just raised to his lips. A phone call was the last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment.

Nonetheless, he grabbed the device, seeing if he recognized the number before feeling a sudden sense of shock and worry as he saw his brother's name. In a quick motion, Mycroft had placed down the scotch glass while throwing on his coat as he brought the phone up to his ear.

"Sherlock?" he said through the phone, moving around his desk to gather some things. If it wasn't an emergency then at least he'd be packed and have an excuse to head home.

Sherlock let out a small sigh as he heard his brother's voice, a sound he wasn't sure that relieved him or annoyed him. "Mycroft, come down to Bart's, Y/N's in the hospital," he stated, getting straight to the point and not wanting to waste time.

Mycroft was surprised for a moment, not because Y/N was in hospital but because he was being informed that she was. "Why am I being told this? And why am I being asked to visit her?" Mycroft asked, his tone airy and yet, somehow it sounded almost cold.

"Because this was your wife Mycroft! Because the person you once loved is now lying unconscious in a hospital room, and even I don't know what's wrong! That's why Mycroft, because if Y/N had even cracked a bit of that facade you've created, then you'd care enough to see her. God forbid she took her last breath in an hour and you weren't here to say goodbye or sorry, wouldn't you want to see her one last time?!"

Mycroft was shocked by his brother's outburst. He'd been yelled at plenty of times before by Sherlock, however, never for such a severe reason. A moment passed before he said, "I'll be there in ten minutes," and hung up the phone.

True to his word, Mycroft arrived at the hospital ten minutes later, walking towards the waiting room where Sherlock no longer sat. The government official walked up to the front desk, asking what room you were in.

"294," the nurse said before Mycroft said a quick thank you and made his way down the hall, his umbrella gripped tightly in his hand. He held it at the center, his leather shoes loud against the tiled floor.

He reached the room after a bit of walking, peaking through the window to spot his brother sitting at a chair beside the bed. Mycroft didn't bother looking around to see you, knocking on the door and waiting for someone to answer it. When the door was answered, Mycroft's blue eyes caught the ones of his brother who simply nodded and let him pass.

"Is she alright?" Mycroft asked, taking a step into the room and looking over at you. He placed the umbrella off to the side of the room and took a seat once he was finished.

He hadn't seen you properly since the ordeal that took place months ago. His heart ached at the sight of your s/c skin being much paler than what it usually is. Your body was a bit skinnier than he remembered and for a moment he feared the worst.

"Has she been eating properly?" Mycroft asked his brother who remained by the door.

Sherlock shook his head slightly. "She seems to be skipping breakfast every morning," he starts. "However, thankfully she eats her other meals."

Mycroft nodded, taking you over once more. "Did the doctors tell you what was wrong?" he inquired, his eyes never leaving your body.

Sherlock made a small hum. He knew that this should be something told to his brother, as well as yourself, by a doctor, but he knew it'd eat his brother alive if he didn't tell him. "She's pregnant Mycroft," he paused for a moment, expecting to see a reaction from Mycroft. When he didn't he continued, "they said she had fainted due to stress. They suspect she doesn't know she's with child yet."

All Mycroft could give in response was a weak nod before he asked his brother to leave for a moment. Sherlock obeyed Mycroft's wishes, taking a step out and moving back towards the waiting room before leaving altogether. He knew it was best to leave them both for some time.

Mycroft had leaned back against his seat, his mind seeming to bark questions at him, some that he didn't know the answers to. He looked back at you for a moment, taking in your h/c hair and familiar features. His hand was trembling as he brought it up to brush the strands of hair that cling to your face behind your ear.

Mycroft felt guilty at that moment. Guilty for leaving you when he could have been taking care of you, holding you close and protecting you. He was angry at himself that this entire situation was caused simply because he wanted to keep you safe, and yet, of course, he was the one harming you. It was always like that.

He'd never felt such a strong urge to hold you in his life. To whisper to you softly, letting you know that he couldn't wait to be a father and that you'd make an amazing mother. Yet, you were no longer his. He'd asked for the divorce.

The sudden feeling of warm, soft skin brushing against his arm caused his blue eyes to snap up towards you, his hand moving to clutch at your instinctively. "Y/N," he breathed out softly.

You felt emotional seeing Mycroft beside you, but you did not cry. All you did was smile back before facing the heart rate monitor. "Mycroft, what's wrong? W-why are you here?" you asked, scared and confused.

Mycroft tried his best to give you a reassuring smile. It was clearly forced and strained. He was about to answer you when a doctor entered the room, both heads turning to look at them.

"Ah, Mrs. Holmes-" you'd both tensed at that, but you couldn't blame the doctor. The divorce had yet to be finalized. "I'm glad to see you're awake. We've run some tests and nothing looks to be too worrisome. As a matter of fact, the cause of your fainting, although partially due to stress, is caused by pregnancy symptoms. Congratulations," the doctor explained.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Mycroft, fear written all over your face. How would this work now that you weren't with Mycroft?

Mycroft caught onto the fear quickly and gently ran a thumb over your knuckles, trying to assure you it'd be alright. Once the doctor left the room, Mycroft turned to look into your e/c eyes.

"Mycroft, wh-what are we going to do?" you asked, your hands trembling just as much as his are.

He took in a sharp breath for a moment, looking at you. "Y/N, I-I'd happily call off the divorce if you're willing to do the same. I... I'm not sure if I've truly ever wanted it. Ever since I've said it all I've felt was misery," he stated, his voice shaky. Mycroft's never had to say something like this. He's rarely ever let his emotions be spoken so freely.

You'd brought your hand up to his cheek when a single tear slipped from his eye. It wasn't a tear full of sadness, it was one of anger and guilt... and of the loneliness he tried so hard to get rid of only to welcome it back with open arms. Now, all he wanted to do was take you into his arms.

"I'd want nothing more than that, My," you whispered, and hearing the nickname- the one that used to bring him so much warmth -nearly caused Mycroft to cry more. He didn't, instead, moving to sit on the edge of your bed before taking you into his arms and adjusting himself so that he wouldn't hurt you.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, the warmth of your body against his cool skin causing him to feel safe and at home. "I've missed you," he whispered, placing a kiss against your shoulder.

"I've missed you too My," you whispered back, carefully running your fingers through his hair. "You'll make a great father," and just the thought of it caused you to smile because you knew it'd be true.

Mycroft lifted his head a bit to look into your eyes, a soft smile on his face. "And you'll be the best mother anyone could ever have, my dear," he replied, leaning down to give you a sweet, but passionate kiss against your lips. He'd only broken apart to murmur a soft, 'I love you,' before kissing you again.

#bbc sherlock #mycroft holmes #bbc mycroft #mycroft #mycroft holmes x reader #x reader #mycroft x reader #holmes #bbc mycroft x reader #fluff #angst #protective vs possessive part two #mycroft x pregnant! ex-wife! reader #mycroft holmes imagine #mycroft imagine #bbc mycroft holmes

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