#myc's writings

[xmycxx]

bc i cannot get the idea of tattoo!artist ellie x reader out of my brain , here are some headcannons

you met when you went to get your first tattoo at some place your friend reccomended you

you're getting like, a tiny butterfly or something basic adn hella nervous

does seeing ellie with her fern tattoo in her button up help?

no

it makes you more nervous

you physically cannot stop yourself from staring at her hands

it's not made better when she starts talking you through it, eyes lingering longer than they probably should

just imagine being nervous and sitting in a tattoo chair, her pulling up your shirt and getting started and talking you through it

"You're doing so well for me, just sit still and look pretty for me mkay?"

when you go to pay her for it, she just says: "no charge for a pretty girl like you, although, you could pay me back with a dinner?"

and just when you thought you couldn't get any gayer for this tattoo artist, she shows up for a casual dinner in a grey button up, black jeans, silver chain and silver rings

but it's okay bc she's stuttering as much as you are, askign you how the tattoo is healing and if you're gonna turn up again

despite literally using needles for a living she's oh so gentle when she takes your hand across the table, doodling little shapes on it with her fingertips

couldn't be more of a gentleman to you, walks you home, awkwardly like teenagers with her hands in her pockets

so nervous with the first kiss, her hands barely make their way upto your waist before you kiss her, hands under your shirt/skirt finding the way upto your tattoo and tracing the shape, smiling into the kiss

you're definitely thanking your friend for that reccomendation

Part 2 or nah?

edit: I wrote a part 2, and other bits, and some other stuff

[mycroftirl]

Okay I managed some writing

I mean it's Mark forcing liquor down Damien's throat but it's progress

[lamortwrites]

ais i have thought i was following you this

entire fucking time i dont know why i

wasn't

i was like WOW YOURE QUIET

fixing this

I could NEVER be quiet I am simply too annoying <3

[rabiessnail]

please somebody write a story where greg and mycroft are married but whilst on an arrest greg gets injured & put in a medical coma to keep him safe

when he wakes up mycroft is beside him--the doctors said gregs memory would be temporarly gone whilst he recovered but now greg wont stop hitting on mycroft and its getting to the stage were its increasingly difficult to keep a straight face when talking about medication

"owch hey mister cute umbrella can u move the pillow abit:)??"

*mycroft fixes pillow inches away from gregs face*

greg: *whistles* "i'd kiss u so hard right now if i didn't have six broken ribs, a punctured lung + a fractured hip."

myc : gregory your parents are in the room

--

mycroft: ah- the doctors have given me some more pills, these ones are a bit large so hopefully you wont have much trouble swallowing them"

greg: *takes a look* nah its fine im good a swallowing....uhhh big things *wiggles eyebrows half asleep* geddit

mycroft: gregory MY parents are in the room

[mxflowercheck]

some lil part of me wants Anthea to be somewhat close to Mycroft because she's his assistant. For many reasons, but especially for COMEDY

I mean, I'm 100 percent sure Mycroft Holmes doesn't know how to flirt properly and doesn't really know how to..casually talk to people. Or how to casually message them. He simply doesn't understand what should he write to Gregory. Communication face-to-face is easier but well, now they're in different countries.

So I just need a bit of crack with a very confused by personal relationships Mycroft and Anthea who's been watching these two like it's the best series she ever saw and well, who else can help her boss with that?

Anthea: ask him how was his day

Myc: Anthea, i already know how it was

Anthea: no, you know facts, and he will tell you his emotions

Myc: Again, I-

Anthea: Jesus Christ help me

[divinity-in-chaos]

Because I'm unwell about that little government freak, here's some Mystrade headcanons and thoughts (I cannot get them out my head):

Their go to takeaway is Chinese. Myc has mushroom chop suey and Greg has chicken in black bean sauce. They usually get chips too even though they can never finish them.

When Greg kisses Mycroft in the morning, he always makes sure he's cleaned his teeth first. Myc hates morning breath.

Sherlock chose not to believe them when the boys announced their relationship, so Greg and Mycroft made it a game to make Sherlock as uncomfortable as possible. Just to piss him off a bit.

On the days when Myc is non-verbal, Greg writes little sticky notes for him. This has resulted in them having lots of sticky note pads just laying about the house, ready to use.

Mycroft's shower gel & shampoo is coconut. Greg hates coconut, but he'll never admit that.

Their favourite dates are always in Mycroft's home cinema.

The first time Mycroft said he loved Greg was accidentally in his sleep. The second time was on purpose the next morning.

In a similar vein, Greg had told Myc months before that he loved him, also accidentally while drunk.

[hot-on-my-watch]

Reading Sherlock Scripts- The Final Problem

As always, here's a video from Erik Voss at New Rockstars for a bit of a refresh and detail spotting from the episode if desired:

What follows will be notes in a few minor differences between the script published on the BBC's website and the finished episode, a few bits of stage direction etc. that I personally enjoyed, and interesting things that I didn't spot before.

I will say that in terms of line changes, I DO realise that scenes need to be shortened, technicsl stuff doesn't always work, and even the best actors get lines slightly wrong - like that one guy that was supposedly amazing as Hamlet but kept mispronouncing "penguin"... so when John says the buffalo gun was from the 40s and the script said 50s... I don't care which is right. I'm not going to google buffalo guns. I'm just writing about bits that amuse me!

Firstly: Mycroft's cheesy noir detective film. I'm not sure I had cottoned on to all the lines about the man "keeping a close watch" on the woman, as Mycroft likes to do, not least on his siblings. Then she refers to "putting (herself) in the hands of the authorities" as Eurus has ostensibly done since TLD.

We then get a few extra lines of dialogue:

Obviously 'Persephone' refers to the Ancient Greek myth of a goddess abducted to the underworld who then becomes its queen, with the use of Greek mythogolgy tying into Sherlock's fake suicide operation 'LAZARUS'. And, "a parade of all the cliches" would have lampshaded the trope-filled nature of the scene.

On to Baker Street! In the script, Mycroft calls himself "an era-defining genius", but in the episode he has been downgraded to "remarkable" and the former label is given to Eurus, who remains "beyond Newton." Poor Myc.

The published script also has Mycroft saying "we played pirates" and describes "an overgrown pirate ship climbing frame", neglecting to mention the "funny gravestones" at this point. Probably Mycroft was too bored and serious to make a show of playing pirates at thirteen.

Something then that I hadn't previously noticed: in the shot of the three children in the kitchen the table is set for four; Redbeard has only just gone missing. In the script, Mrs Holmes can be heard asking where he is.

There's also the stage direction that Mycroft is eating "A LOT", and a description of a following shot of Eurus being interviewed by a policeman following.

Something else I hadn't even slightly noticed - I'd blame the ME/CFS but probably wrongly- the song that Mrs Hudson is vacuuming to. Obviously Iron Maiden's The Number of the Beast (which I have seen live) is a fantastically amusing choice genre-wise, but it also cuts off at "hell and fire about to be released."

I'm also compelled to comment at this point on the insanely ridiculous layout of 221 Baker Street and that although I enjoy the transition through the carpet of the living room, that's meant to be where Speedy's is, no?

Anyway, we get these delightful notes for one of the most improbable escapes in television history:

Hahaha, the shipping forecast. We weren't all born Radio 4 listeners, Moftiss! But I love it.

So we go to Sherrinford. Here John has an extra line about seeking work in it as a hospital, to which The Governor replies "it's not a hospital".

Again, I often fail to notice things: this time that the voice radioing for help was John's (even though nothing else would make sense) and that the recorded announcements e.g. "doors opening" are ALL Moriarty. And they planned to have "smiley face insignia" on the doors, and later a "frowney face" on the screens when the alarm goes off- I see why they abandoned that! My favourite bit here is that last sentence about Mycroft:

Mycroft then says in the script that Eurus has been capable of influencing people since she was seven, which has since been changed to five, now fitting with when she would have been institutionalised. In the broastcast episode Eurus gets extra lines now about The Governer's wife: "She smiles at you when you come home...smiling is advertising... I can help you with your wife...I'll fix her and give her back to you." In the published script it is not clear that she has any interest in The Governer's wife at this point.

Rather than being initially compliant to the men with guns and then making his daring escape, the script has John absolutely throwing down. he "lunges" at The Governer in an attempt to stop him from pressing the alarm, and when the orderlies arrive: "Mayhem. Mycroft is already restrained, but John is fighting like a madman. Slams one orderly against the wall, punches another across the room-" Wow.

And then: Moriarty! What a joy! There are a couple of notable changes from final script to episode here. Firstly, the bodyguard on his left has been promoted from "very uncaring in the afterglow" to merely "less caring." And then there's Jim's extra line between "insane criminality" and his question about cannibals:

There's a whole insect metaphor that goes on once our boys are locked in Eurus' cell:

In the Garridebs scene, Eurus gets a few more lines on her view of morality: "

I regret to say that in the script, the phonecall between Sherlock and Molly is even more heartbreaking! Why? How?! Because right before he asks her to tell him that she loves him, she says "for once don't make fun of me." Brutal! My heart!

Continuing notes on the script. The fake cell outside Musgrave has a window with a view possibly involving some kind of visual trickery that I don't understand. The aerial view we get of the London is hauntingly described as "the bomber's view." And to the news that John is in a well Sherlock replies "ding dong dell" which google tells me is a nursery rhyme suitably about a cat having been put in a well by one child and saved by another.

We then get to some of the omitted dialouge that sent me down this script-reading rabbit hole: Sherlock's admission regarding Mycroft.

I also enjoy the insult Sherlock gives Mycroft later in the scene: "he always lies, he's a corkscrew in human form", to which John replies "this time he's been protecting you. *beat* They're not dog's bones." Victor actually gets some lines in the flashback here too "Come on Captain Yellowbeard! We can take the ship and all her treasure! Quick! Quick!" Poor little Victor!

A couple more missing lines here. At the moment of realisation, Sherlock gives us another Greek reference, this time to Homer's The Odyssey: "'And Odysseus replied... Nemo'- latin for no one." Bloody private school kids and their latin ;-) I've written a pretty basic post on the tombstone cipher, but there are far more detailed analyses on here! Then, on speaking to Eurus in her room script Sherlock states the obvious, calling her ritual "a cry for help".

When we get into the closing scenes, we have another moment for the history books: Sherlock calls Lestrade by his actual first name unprompted! Here the script reads "A beat as Lestrade goes- Sherlock has always known his name. He heads away..." But what does this mean? Does Lestrade just think that Sherlock has known his name the entire bloody time, or has he actually? I'm big on the Death of the Author stuff and psychoanalytical readings, and in this case I choose to headcanon that Sherlock really did not know and only memorised "Greg" in The Six Thatchers. I'm open to being convinced otherwise though.

I've written a whole rant on the part where Mrs Holmes says that Sherlock was "always the grown-up" and no one disagrees.

In the script, we also get Eurus acting as violin teacher to Sherlock once again:

I have mixed feelings on Mary's "who you really are, it doesn't matter" speech and was horrified when I first heard it, but the script's shorter version is significantly worse. In the script, she doesn't say "A junky who solves crimes to get high and a doctor who never came home from the war." or "It's all about the legend. The stories. The adventures." She does say "what matters is who everbody else thinks you are. Knows you are." I'm glad they rewrote this!

Also, while the choice of "Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson" mirrors Arthur Conan Doyle's canon and Mycroft's lines at the close of A Study in Pink, it is a bit weird that Mary not only puts her beloved husband second, but also omits his first name. Oh well, they did they thing.

Meanwhile, the montage of the restoration of 221B and life going on. I wouldn't have realised that John is holding the letter on the msntelpiece for Sherlock to stab it, had I not read that bit of script posted by another Tumblr user! Thankyou whoever you were!

A couple of slight differences from the script here. Firstly, the episode has Lestrade and Molly visiting separately, but in the script they come together. One has to wonder why- were they at any point supposed to have been intended as a couple, and it was decided against, given that them arriving together for a professional matter seems unrealistic? Would Molly waiting outside seem like she hadn't recovered from The Phonecall? Did they just want to show her a bit more? Would it have ruined the fun circling camera thing they're doing here? I know, I'm definitely overthinking this!

Personally I really enjoy Cumberbatch's face as he directs Rosie back to johh with an expression we've pretty much never seen from Sherlock! And the fact that where he's pointing at "Daddy" is clearly where the baby's actual father was standing, not Freeman. But it works!

Secondly, Eurus and Sherlock's furious violin jam was intended to turn into: the Sherlock adventure theme! Fun! But, for whatever reason, this seems in the episode to be played by deeper sounding instruments over the top instead.

Finally, the cheesiest of the cheesey. The script ends with these words appearing on screen: The Beginning. That was cool when my friend did it in his children's novel, sure, but I'm not sure it would've worked here. Or would it?

Anyway, if you've made it this far, many many thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed my extremely minor contribution to the rich BBC Sherlock fandom! Either way, I very much welcome comments and discussion. "Obviously."

[noforkingclue]

Can I ask for Mycroft saying this line: "If you called just to get off on my voice, I'm hanging up."?

If you still write for him, of course. If not, feel free to either ignore the ask or write for a character that inspires you more for this line. 😊

Note: requests are currently closed

Oh of course anon! I love writing for Mycroft. To tell you the truth, I actually prefer Mycroft to Sherlock! I find him a much more interesting character :D

Anyway, hope you like the fic!

Title: Late Nights

Warnings: NSFW themes

It was late, which wasn’t anything uncommon. Mycroft always ended up working late even when he didn’t mean to. He sighed as he signed another document and resisted the urge to look at the clock. He already knew that it was the early hours of the morning. You’d probably be asleep by now. In fact, you should be. Just because he didn’t have a normal sleep schedule didn’t mean that you should have one as well.

The sound of his phone ringing caused him to temporarily pause his work. All of his underlings knew better than to disturb him at this time which meant it could only be you. It was you and it was also two in the morning.

“You should be asleep.” Mycroft said when he picked up the phone

“As should you.” he could hear the rustling of the covers

“I’ve been working.”

“You’re always working,” he could hear the sigh in your voice, “when will you be back.”

“I did warn you-”

“I miss you.”

Mycroft closed his eyes and relaxed back into his chair. He did miss you too and yet he couldn’t find the words to tell you the same. He hoped that you were smart enough to figure out his true feelings for you, even if he rarely said them out loud.

“Mycroft,” you voice had become softened, “talk to me.”

Mycroft paused, his cup of lukewarm tea halfway to his lips. His eyes narrowed, despite him knowing you couldn’t see him as he heard a soft moan down the phone. Ah, so that was why you called him.

“If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.” he said

There was silence down the other end of the phone. The only thing he could hear was the soft sound of your breathing. He raised an eyebrow and you sighed.

“Fine,” you said and he could hear the pout in your voice, “fine. Long shot anyway.”

Mycroft closed his eyes to the sound of your breathing. He found it hard to sleep at night, either working late or insomnia, but the sound of your breathing relaxed him.

“Myc?”

You were the only person allowed to call him that even though you rarely did. You knew that he wasn’t overly keen on the nickname. You only really used it when you absolutely needed to get his attention. However, even that was rare due to the fact that his attention was usually on you.

You.

You had chosen him above all others. For once he had won something over his brother. For once Sherlock wasn’t the favourite.

“Yes, my dear?”

“When will you be coming home? I know what you’re doing is of national importance but,” from the length of the pause Mycroft could tell that you were biting your lip and mustering the courage to speak, “I miss you.”

Mycroft glanced at the paperwork. There was nothing particularly urgent that he couldn’t deal with tomorrow, well, later that day. Or just give it to an underling that irritated him that day.

“Just finishing up now,” he said, “won’t be long.”

“Good, I’ll hold you to that. Otherwise I might just start without you.”

[xmycxx]

tattoo!artist Ellie x reader pt. 2

Part 1 | Sketchbook hc's

im guessing you prolly initiate the second date since ellie initiated the first

like a nervous text about a dinner or something, but instead she takes the lead and just tells you to "be ready by 7, wear something cute :)"

so you pick out your nicest outfit, cute dress, nice buttonup, what have you

you're thinking you're going somewhere super fancy and really nice so you go all out, jewelry and everything

this woman shows up, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, surprised that you're dressed up that much, doesn't say anything

and brings you to a fuckin bowling alley

you're Livid bc you dressed up so much to come to a cheap bowling alley and you're so close to screaming at her in front of everyone there bc everyone's looking at how overdressed you are

but you can't bring yourself to when she already looks this nervous and feels guilty about making it a surprise, so you just ask her why she did that

and she tells you how she didn't know what to do and asked someone for help, and then Joel gave her the idea of a surprise and she just tried her best to impress you

your anger all but melts off when you look at her in her hoodie, nervously scratching her neck, tattoo peaking out, hoping you aren't gonna be mad at her

so you just sigh, smile at her, ask her help for removing some of the jewelry you wore bc the last thing you want is your necklace coming off

and she's so sweet about it, tucks them all away in her pockets for "safekeeping" and pays for everything, helps you into the bowling alley shoes while making a joke how you're cinderella and she's your prince charming

she's weirdly bad at bowling, she has no clue while Joel suggested this as she watches the ball go into the side lanes over and over again

does this stop her from trying to teach you?

no, no it does not

she mansplains each step to you and is your biggest hypeman when you win

eventually she gets sick of losnig so when she's in the bathroom, you sidle over to the counter and pay for the kids fences

she's so happy, she swears up and down that she is gonna marry you just for that

you end up almost getting kicked out, laughing your asses off as she takes you in her beat up car to a 24hr diner, begrudgingly lets you pay for milkshakes and dinner for you both

you steal her fries, she plays footsie under the table about it, she tastes like oreo from her milkshake when you kiss her, you taste like chocolate

drops you home, grinning and still feeling guilty about the fiasco from earlier

you completely erase all her guilt, kissing her everywhere but her lips, teasing her at your front door until she grins, finally kissing her on the lips and promising her a third date

except, maybe you'll plan it this time

she goes home with a grin on her face, your jewelry in her pocket, still there for safekeeping, your perfume on her hoodie

Part 3

A/N: I'm honestly loving this AU, i'd be open to requests if anyone has any

[falling-star-cygnus]

i just binged inside job in two days and i am having feelings™️  -> the execution of this show's main gang is so beautifully done, im like- constantly impressed

because they're all misfits

-> Gigi, Brett, Myc, Andre, Glenn, and Reagan were all pretty much socially isolated until they came to the deep state {even though glenn and gigi's backstories are still pretty much up in the air sans a few glimpses}

but that's why their group works so well, that's why they can intrinsically understand each other without even fully realizing it

i'm realizing they all sort of represent the five stages of grief too; of learning to let go and finally healing in the comfort of their own little fucked up found family

Brett is denial -> He's constantly chasing after any form of affection people will give him, telling himself that it's genuine and that- no, these people don't dislike him! this is just friendly banter! he just needs to prove himself a little more, push just a little farther and then Brett will for sure be worth their approval!

Glenn is anger -> With the limited knowledge we have of Glenn, no finite backstory outside his wife and veteran status, it's pretty easy to realize that he has a lot of anger towards... everything. He's mad about his face, about his divorce and he constantly lashes out about it

Andre is bargaining -> What's beautiful about Andre's writing is the almost intrusive depiction of what he's like sober and why he can't kick the addiction. He's such a terrified and self-conscious person that he'll do or trade anything for the crutch that finally gives him peace of mind.

Reagan is depression -> Like Brett, Reagan is constantly trying to prove herself. However, unlike her best friend, her desire to do so doesn't manifest as optimistic denial. She's strung out and exhausted but she can't stop because what is she without her work? And she can't be bothered to take care of herself because she doesn't see the point in it

Gigi and Myc are acceptance, albeit because -> 1. We see Gigi turning down her literal dream job twice because she realizes that Cognito is her family, and that she doesn't have to fight to prove herself to them -> 2. The entirety of the hivemind episode was Myc just- finally vocalizing that, yeah he's a jerk, but he's the gang's jerk and he's always going to have a place among these people

man, if only this show could get a third season TToTT

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acrophobia. picutres are ok as well, it’s the situation i hate.

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[rabiessnail]

ok but somebody write a fic where Greg accidently calls Myc a pet name before they're even dating

Greg was raised where total randos would just be like 'ya want the receipt, dolly??' 'what style are you looking for love??' 'youre dog is real cute honey' day to day, in shops, cafes, on the street

and so when Sherlock is like 'look after Mycroft' the best Greg can think of to do is bring Myc coffee and snacks to make sure he's eating n stuff.

After a couple of months of this, Greg walks into the office as usual, Anthea nodding and smiling at him as Greg nods back at her balancing Myc's usual order, a coffee with a longass name greg can never remember and a almond croissant

He walks in and Myc looks up a smile a TEENSY TINY BIT like awww here's the cute DI with my coffee order

and Greg arrages it infront of Myc like some proud three year old showing you his duplo creation, plopping down into his designated comfy chair, sipping his own drink and saying, 'hows work been love?' and they both juts FREEZE. Mycroft even chokes on his croissant. Gregs panicking

nobody says anything for a minute and Anthea watches over secuarty cams, like 'pls kiss pls kiss pls kiss' like how you cheer on ur fav characters in a movie.

Then they lock eyes and Mycs entire face is red. Greg leans across and kisses him clumisly, well ofcourse there's a fucking desk and the poor man is trying not to get stabbed by Mycs expensive taste in desk accessories

Anthea cheers, and when they part Myc is just starstruck, still holding his croissant loosely and greg just goes--

'...you' alright love?'

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

The Same Page Part 5/?

So, here it is, another part! Still have no clue how long this series will go, this part took forever to write, I kinda just go whenever I have inspiration, so we’ll see.

Synopsis: Greg comes over for a visit and Mycroft notices some changes in you.

Same Page Masterlist:

You were already fast asleep on the couch, your favorite fluffy blanket draped on top of you by the time Sherlock said goodbye to John and made his way inside Mycroft’s house.

Mycroft was on one knee next to the couch, his hand absently brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“Is she alright?” Sherlock approached his brother quietly, not wanting to disturb the scene in front of him.

Mycroft’s mouth twisted as he stood, removing his hand from your head.

“I think so. She really wore herself out today, I hope she didn’t make herself sick.”

“Has she ever…”

Mycroft shook his head, anticipating his brother’s question.

“She’s never run away from me. She has tried to come after me before when I tried to leave for work a few times, about a year ago. I tried to leave her with several of your…friends. Molly, Lestrade, Mrs Hudson, even John. She wouldn’t have it.”

Sherlock frowned, “She’s never been particularly clingy with you before.”

Mycroft gave a slightly sardonic smile, “Yes well, there are a lot of things about her that have changed.” He sighed. “I suppose she thought that if she left me alone, the way-“ if Sherlock didn’t know better, he would’ve thought Mycroft almost chocked on the words before continuing, “the way she left you alone before—well, you know—that I would’ve done exactly what you had done. She thought she’d lose us both, I suppose.”

Sherlock stared down at you. You looked so peaceful, so unlike anything he had seen from you since he’d been back. It cut him deeply to think that you actually felt responsible for your brothers’ safety. That was his and Mycroft’s job, to look after you.

“She didn’t blame herself for-“ Sherlock didn’t even want to finish the sentence.

Mycroft turned to look at him, and Sherlock almost recoiled at the look in Mycroft’s eyes. He looked…heartbroken. Almost…vulnerable. Almost.

“Yes. She did. After she got over the shock, and the denial, that’s all she could think about for months on end. She kept asking me what I thought would’ve happened to you if she-“ Mycroft swallowed, “if she hadn’t left you alone that afternoon. If she’d let John leave and remained nearby to make sure you were alright. If she’d been more attentive to your needs, your feelings. I didn’t know what to say to her. I couldn’t tell her that you weren’t actually depressed…” Mycroft trailed off, breaking eye contact with his little brother.

Sherlock was horrified. He now understood Mycroft’s pain, his hesitance to breech this subject. A small, selfish part of Sherlock was now glad that it had been Mycroft, not himself, that had been here to deal with the tsunami of a wake that his death had left behind.

Neither brother spoke for a while. There was nothing left they wanted to say. Not about this.

A knock on the door cracked the still air, and Mycroft stiffened when you flinched awake.

“Myc…”

Mycroft rested his hand on your shoulder, “shh, it’s nothing, get some rest alright? Sherlock is here with you.”

Mycroft stood to open the door, surprised to see Lestrade standing there.

“Inspector,” he greeted cordially.

“Sherlock…shared his little secret with me earlier,” Greg said awkwardly. “I thought I would come and see how Y/N is now that…”

Mycroft nodded slightly. He didn’t quite understand the relationship you had with all of Sherlock’s friends, but he was glad you had so many people that cared about you.

“I see, unfortunately she’s resting right-“

“Greg?”

Mycroft turned to see you, wrapped up in your blanket, a slight smile gracing your lips.

Lestrade grinned back at you.

“Hey N/N, are you alright?”

Mycroft stepped back while Greg embraced you, glancing sideways when Sherlock stepped up next to him.

“I’m ok,” came your muffled reply.

No one in the room really believed you, but no one was going to speak up about it either.

“What are you doing here?” You asked Greg as he stepped further into the house and shut the door behind him.

“I’m here to see you, of course,” he smiled down at you, and Mycroft was surprised when you smiled back, albeit a bit wearily.

The smile dropped quickly however, and your eyes seemed almost haunted as you choked out your next words.

“Have you known about…”

Greg shook his head quickly, “No, no I haven’t. I found out just after John.”

Your relief made Mycroft feel uncomfortable, and more than a little guilty. He had thought this might happen, that you might form some kind of bond with the ones that had been truly deceived. He had somewhat expected it.

What he hadn’t expected was the twist in his gut that came now. What was it?

It took him a few moments to realize the true meaning of this unfamiliar feeling, and when the realization hit it was like a backhand across the face.

Jealousy. He was jealous.

But why? Why should he care about the bonds you forged with the ‘Baker Street Crowd’, as he thought of them?

The answer was simple, really, but Mycroft didn’t want to believe it.

As hard as the last two years had been, as uncomfortable as he was in his position as caretaker…

He would miss it.

He would truly miss the way you ran to him for every problem, the way that you looked at him like he was Superman, capable of solving every trouble and pain that shook your whole world.

He didn’t want that to go away. He didn’t want you to form a bond with Lestrade, or with John, heck, even with Sherlock, that would rival the one that you had with him.

He hated feeling this way, thinking this way. It was selfish. It was wrong.

But he couldn’t help it.

You had grown up so much closer to Sherlock, and he hadn’t cared for so long.

But now that he knew what it was like, to be so close to you, to be the big brother that you wanted to comfort you…

He didn’t think he could go back to the way things had been like before.

“How long can you stay?”

Your voice snapped Mycroft out of his reverie, and he had to swallow his annoyance at Lestrade’s response.

“Hey, I’m here for as long as you need me,” he turned to look at Mycroft, “as long as it’s ok with your brother.”

No. It wasn’t.

Mycroft bit back this response when he saw the pleading look on your face when you turned to him. He forced a polite,

“Yes, of course.”

Whatever you needed.

…

‘As long as you need me,’ turned out to be the rest of the afternoon, and after mere minutes of watching you and Lestrade catch up, Mycroft disappeared into his office under the excuse of getting some work done. He hated the way you seemed to be getting alone with Lestrade, especially right after you had just run away from him to be with John.

He was noticing a pattern.

You were beginning to gravitate towards the people who had shared in your pain, the people who had also been lied to. The people whose grief had been real. It was probably good for you.

But that also meant that you were gravitating away from him. The liar. The faker.

The betrayer.

Would you ever look at him the same way again? That look of complete and utter trust, the one he had slowly become dependent on over the last two years. He needed you. He needed you to need him.

He hated feeling this way.

He hated himself for it.

…

You finally told Lestrade that you would be fine if he left, once it was close to dinner time. He said his goodbyes, and finally left to join his wife for dinner, with a promise of, “I’ll see you later.”

Something about Lestrade’s visit seemed to have energized you, which made Mycroft nervous, especially after your tiring excursion with John.

So when you asked Mycroft if you could make dinner tonight, something you’d not done in over two years, he was hesitant to say the least.

“Are you sure you’re not tired? You’ve had quite a day.”

You nodded resolutely, “I’m fine. Please Mycroft?”

You were as stubborn as Sherlock when you made your mind up, and Mycroft figured he would win no brownie points with you by arguing. So he relented.

“Would you like any help?”

You shook your head firmly, “I can do it.”

…

Mycroft didn’t stray far from the kitchen, ready at a moment’s notice for you to call out to him for help.

But you didn’t.

In fact, you seemed to be completely capable, even enjoying yourself, alone in the kitchen.

Mycroft hated it.

He wanted you to get better, he really, really did, but he didn’t want that to mean that you completely pulled away from him. And he felt now like that was what was happening.

Not that he’d ever admit how he felt. Not to anyone. Even himself.

After dinner, you insisted on cleaning up, and Mycroft was truly amazed at your new energy level. He supposed that’s what he deserved for underestimating you.

After dinner and cleanup, you headed towards the stairs leading to your room.

Mycroft stepped forwards, “Are you going to bed? Would you like help?” With your lower energy level, due to your usual lack of sleep and irregular eating habits, he was shocked you were still standing, much less ready to walk up stairs.

You didn’t even meet his eye as you shook your head firmly, “I’m fine. Tell Sherlock I said goodnight. Is he going back to Baker Street?”

Mycroft was taken aback, “I—I’m not sure. Do you want him to?”

You shrugged, still not meeting Mycroft’s eye.

“He can do whatever he wants.”

You walked up the stairs without another word.

…

“I’m worried about her.”

Sherlock frowned at his older brother.

“You’re worried because she doesn’t have separation anxiety?”

Mycroft sighed, “I’m worried because of her complete change in personality. It doesn’t make sense, and it isn’t healthy.”

Sherlock shrugged. “And what she was doing before was healthy? Maybe this is a good thing, maybe it means she’s healing.”

Mycroft shook his head, “Or maybe it means she doesn’t trust us enough to tell us how she really feels..”

“That doesn’t make sense. I’ve seen her with you,” Sherlock cleared his throat uncomfortably, “I’ve never seen anyone trust someone as much as she does you.”

Mycroft hung his head, something that shocked Sherlock.

“That was before she knew how much I’ve lied to her.”

…

Sherlock decided to head back to Baker Street that night, despite Mycroft’s protests.

“What if she wakes up again and needs you?”

“She was fine tonight, Mycroft. You need to let her be fine.”

Though Mycroft would never admit it, that comment had stung. Was he really so desperate for his little sister’s company that he refused to let her be alright?

No, no that wasn’t it. He knew his little sister, had spent the past two years getting to know her better than she knew herself.

He wasn’t accepting this new side of you, not because he didn’t want to, but because he knew it couldn’t last. Not yet, anyway.

This kind of improvement would take time, and a lot more work than had been accomplished in the few days that Sherlock had been back.

You still needed your big brother.

And he was going to be there for you.

…

To Mycroft’s surprise, the night passed without incident, and so did the next morning. You let Mycroft cook you pancakes, but you seemed particularly silent that morning, not even asking him if Sherlock was going to be there that day.

Eventually Mycroft decided to leave you to your own devices, and he went to his office to get some work done.

A few hours went by uninterrupted, until Mycroft realized it was nearing lunchtime. He was desperate to keep you on your eating schedule, especially while this energy of yours lasted and you seemed to have no objections to food, so he shut down his work computer and left his office to find you.

He expected to find you on the couch, watching something or perhaps reading.

What he didn’t expect was to find you sitting on the floor next to the stairs, your back against the wall and your knees pulled up against your chest. He rushed to your side, and your head jerked up when you saw him standing next to you.

“Mycroft…” the croak in your voice, along with the tears sliding down your cheeks, struck Mycroft right in the gut. How long had you been sitting there like this, while he was busy not paying attention to you?

“Sweetheart…” Mycroft kneeled on the floor in front of you, tilting your head up so that you’d look at him, “what happened?”

Despite his efforts, you tilted your eyes down to avoid his gaze.

“I-I was just trying to go up to my room…but I guess my crazy day yesterday finally caught up-caught up to me because I just-just fell down and I couldn’t find-find the strength to get back up.”

Mycroft began looking you over worriedly.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

You put your hand against his chest and pushed him to arms length, “Mycroft, no, it’s ok. I’m fine.”

He sighed, “Why didn’t you call for me?”

You shook your head, still desperately avoiding his searching gaze.

“I’m fine.”

Mycroft sighed again, “You’re sitting on the floor because you can’t stand.” He brushed your hair away from your face, “You know it’s ok to need help, right?”

Your lip started quivering, and you finally lifted your gaze to meet Mycroft’s. He forced himself to keep eye contact, despite nearly flinching from the look in your eyes. It wasn’t that broken-glass look he had seen so often, but you looked so…

Sad. But more than that, you looked alone.

You broke eye contact, casting your eyes towards the floor and leaning against Mycroft’s shoulder.

“I can’t need help all the time.”

Mycroft winced.

“You don’t need it all-“

“Yes I do!” You sat up suddenly, looking up at your brother. “You haven’t gone to work in-in two years, Mycroft! And don’t think I don’t notice how tired you get, I know I’ve-I’ve kept you up with my stupid nightmares.” You were crying now, and yelling, and Mycroft was at a loss for what to do. Every time he thought he had you figured out, every time he was sure you couldn’t surprise him anymore with your emotions, you peeled back another layer and he was lost again. He wished he could understand your feelings, he had tried so many times, but it just wasn’t him.

“Please don’t say that.” Mycroft’s voice was soft and even. “I chose this. I want to be here for you.”

You shook your head, “But it can’t always be like this. Sherlock’s here now, I should-“

“Should what?” Mycroft raised his voice, “should magically get better? That isn’t how it works. We all want things to go back to how they were, but these things take time. You have to be patient.” He sighed, “where did this desperation come from anyway?”

“When Greg and I were catching up…he was talking about some of the cases he’s been on recently. It made me realize…that’s what Sherlock wants to be doing. That’s what you want to be doing. Your work. You shouldn’t have to spend all your time looking after me, you-you guys have lives too. I’ve been selfish.” You looked up. “I’m sorry Mycroft. I’m trying to do better.”

Mycroft felt like he’d just swallowed glass. He tried to swallow, tried to breathe, tried to speak, all of it just left him with a scratchy lump in his throat, and nothing would work properly. You stared up at him, blinking slowly, waiting for his response.

“Don’t…” Mycroft cleared his throat. “Don’t say that. Don’t every say anything like that again, do you understand?”

You were confused, “I only meant-“

“No!” Mycroft regretted his tone when you flinched in his arms, and he softened. “No. This isn’t your fault. I know you’re trying your hardest, but I would stay home with you for the rest of my life if I thought that I could help you in any way. You are more important to me than anything, especially work. And Sherlock feels the same way, I know he does.”

You pondered this for several seconds, before meekly asking, “Are you angry with me for running away?”

Mycroft sighed, “No. I’m not. I was very worried, but I’m not angry. I know why you left.”

You sniffled, “I’m not sure I know why I left. I was angry, but…I don’t ever want to leave you like that again. Even though you-you lied…you’re by brother, and I trust you.” You smiled weakly at him, and he felt his spirits lift. “I really, really trust you. And I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, “You don’t have to apologize. But thank you.”

Mycroft slowly got to his feet, lifting you in his arms. “I think you should get some rest. You look exhausted.”

You leaned against his chest as he carried you upstairs, and when he laid you on your bed you reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Mycroft? Will you stay with me?”

Mycroft smiled down at you.

“Always.”

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Sibling names in Sherlock

So I already said in a post of mine that Eurus doesn't work as a third Holmes sibling name. It is a strange name (no offense to anyone actually named Eurus if such person exists), but doesn't fit in with the rest.

We don't know why Sherlock doesn't go by his birth name anymore. It was such a missed opportunity to not make him start going by Sherlock instead of William after the Redbeard thing happens, to signify the change from a happy, emotional child into well, Sherlock Holmes.

I would name Eurus Elizabeth. It was already used for her as an alias. They are both "E". Elizabeth goes with William as a sibling name, and she could have possibly went by Lizzie, Liz or even Ellie or Beth as a child. There are some Elizabeths in Sherlock (Beth, Mary Elizabeth, Lady Smallwood *whomightalsobeanAlicia*...) Same as there are many Billys.

Also, the names Mycroft and Sherlock are the most sibling sounding names to ever sibling. There will never be a third one to match. I write stories with a lot of siblings and I always look up names that work. I will never be able to do that good of a job as Doyle did.

It's why 'Sherl' doesn't work for me and 'Myke/Myc/Mike' bothers me. "My" works as endearment, even if it's a bit confusing since it's also a pronoun. The names are My-croft and Sher-lock. Hence the fandom portmanteaus such as as kidcroft or parentlock.

"Myc" bleeds into the other part of the name and it's just a name. It's an ordinary name. If you are a Michael, you either go by Mike or you don't. Mykey is just childlish and it's used that way in the show too, to signify Mummy Holmes is treating him like a child.

I dislike 'Sherrinford' as a third name for that reason. It doesn't quite fit. Both Sherlock and Sherrinford start with "Sher" but it's pronounced differently.

Maybe it would work if they were twins? But I do think a name ending with -ford could work, if it was shorter. Any thoughts?

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I just came accross your replies to my book Irene rant. Yes as we both agree book Irene was great. As an individual character. I don't see ship there and in BBC? There's no ship but cruelty. Irene is cruel and BBC Sherlock was visibly uncomfortable with her thoughts and messages. And Sherlock being human, in TBB did people notice how he comforted Sarah? He's always human. Irene Adler in BBC just used it. Worst depiction of empowering woman. As a woman it's a disgrace.

(referencing this post)

Hey Nonny!

Yeah, Sherlock most definitely was not enjoying himself in ASiB, and I'm always boggled when people think it was "hot". I dunno, it's not my jam, honestly.

I think in her own way, BBC Irene was a good character, but they just... kind of "fetishized" her, for a lack of a better word (it's not what I mean, but it's more like Mofftiss have this weird "hurting Sherlock" kink and it's just kind of off??). All the women in the show inevitably get washed away somehow, or written out of character to how they were initially written (and this is only including "main" recurring characters):

Molly => Reduced back to S1E1 Molly, simpering over Sherlock after they established her to be a character who grew out of her crush on Sherlock

Donovan => In trying to make her a "strong character" they instead reduced her to stereotypes and then inevitably she just... was never seen again.

Anthea => Just disappeared, no mention of her character, if she was even still Myc's assistant

Sarah => Literally disappeared from the show, never to see her again

Mrs Hudson => WTF was her characterization in S4?? The car thing was so bloody weird, like out of nowhere

Irene => Reduced to a sex joke

Mary => Was going to be a badass villain and instead had the shittiest "redemption arc" that all the characters essentially idolized her for some godawful reason

Hopkins => I put her on here because she was LITERALLY HEAVILY PROMOTED as a new main character in S4 before it aired... and then she was only a one-note side joke with three lines of dialogue in one episode. Never showed up again after T6T.

Euros => Don't.... even get me started on her. Was some weird X-Man supervillain, who's entire arc was... needing a hug from Sherlock.

And I was also gonna add Baby Watson here too, but she's more an issue of "introducing a baby into a show and have it disappear when it's inconvenient" kind of trope.

Bleh, and I know this is ALL nitpicking and all my opinion, so it's fine if y'all disagree. I love this show a lot, and it's frustrating that it has HUGE gaping flaws in it, LOL. Anyway.

I think all the characters on the show ARE great characters, they just suffer from Moffat's inevitable decline in writing the longer something goes on when he's in charge, LOL.

[mxpseudonym]

I DID IT! I finished the first draft of chapter 8 of my Mycroft fic and wrote The Worshipping at Greenwood yesterday. I feel very accomplished this weekend!!

I know I'm going to edit the Myc chapter tomorrow, and chapter 9 is a bit of an undertaking, so I'm going to save that for after I post 8 so I can get moral support via comments. Finally watching S2 of The Bear is not really inspiring me to write my Bear fics lolll, so those are on a bit of a hold, too.

I'm still in a writing mood and I want to write Greenwood Pt II, but I also want to knock out the first chapter of one of the series I'm thinking about, just to get the ball rolling.

Upcoming stories in no particular order:

Alfie arranged marriage multichapter fic

In love w/ my brother's wife multipart series (2-3 pts)

Affair w/ a married woman (this is the one that was originally drafted with Tommy in mind but now I'm thinking Arthur?)

Bonus:

On the BACK back burner, after I finish a couple of other things:

Murder Mystery, where Tommy marries an assassin, and then there's a murder at Arrow House. (quick multiparter)

A woman is seeking revenge for her sister's murder, but then she has to marry into the Shelby family... that's kinda all I can say. There's some twists in there.

Very excited about all of these. Also, Tommy is just made for marriage, apparently, because I have SO MANY stories where Tommy is married, is about to be married, is getting divorced, or is swearing off of marriage lmao.

All that said, my inbox is also open (I turned anon back on as well), so feel free to send in requests. I don't do reader inserts very often but if you think I'd be down anyway, feel free to send it.