#ynm mycroft

[universe-nero]

I remembered that I haven't shown you the most complicated art from last year

A meeting at Universal Export

-Made for Professor Moriarty's fanzine in twitter-

[the-little-pierre]

Dr. Sherly visited Dr. Liam during working hours 💙🤭❤ So the hospital director, Mycroft, gave him a punishment 🫠 Now, he has to see more than fifty patients before the end of the day 😅👌👨🏻‍⚕️

[joanquill]

"Wanna go dance?"

May you make this with Mycroft, please? romantic relationship fluff)

Mycroft Holmes

"(Y/N), do you remember the favor you owe me?" Mycroft asked as you entered his home office, making you look at him skeptically across the desk.

"Yeah...? Why?" you questioned as he gave you an open letter.

"I believe I will be using it for this," he explained as you read the letter.

"You're going to a Valentine's dance?" you questioned with a chuckle, scanning the letter invitation addressed to Mycroft as he wryly smiled and stood up from his seat.

"Yes... And they require us to bring a plus one," he added, taking the invitation from your hands and sitting back down.

"Great! I'm sure we can find someone in no time," you supported, earning a raised brow from Mycroft as he looked at you.

"I already have," he smirked, making you furrow your brows as he gave you a knowing look.

"...No,"

"It will be quick,"

"No,"

"You won't even need to do anything,"

"No!" you kept rejecting, but Mycroft ignored your replies as he fixed his papers.

"I'm sure there's a lot of noble ladies waiting for you to ask them to the dance," you reasoned, making him sigh.

"And yet, you're the only one I'm asking," he replied, making you huff.

"Why...?" Mycroft breathed out a smile at your question,

"Because you owe me, remember?" he deadpanned with a sarcastic smile, making you groan.

"Yeah, yeah..." you sighed, scratching your head as you tried to think of an alternative solution.

As Mycroft watched you ponder, he let out a sigh.

"I understand this is not your usual scene, but I do not understand why-"

"-I don't know how to dance..." you sheepishly said, avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah... So," you clapped your hands, "Why don't we try looking for-"

"-I can teach you," Mycroft smiled, making you freeze.

"What?"

"I can teach you," he repeated, getting up from his seat and walking towards you.

"We should be done in... two weeks or so," he muttered, observing you.

"Wouldn't it be easier to find someone else suitable?"

"And who would that be?" he challenged, making you purse your lips as no name came to mind.

"...Why is your social circle so small?" you sighed, making him chuckle.

"All the more precious you are to me, my dear," he teased as he gently pulled your chin to face him, making your face burn red as you pulled away.

"Use those words to woo some woman instead of me! Honestly, your mother has been asking me when you and Sherlock are gonna give her grandchildren..." you scolded as you walked off, making him lightly laugh as he followed you out.

"How are they? Mother and father," he asked as he followed you to the entrance.

"They're good... Been waiting for you and Sherlock to visit, though," you added, making him chuckle.

"Duly noted,"

"Oh, and do me a favor," you tapped your shoes as you grabbed your coat, "Tell Mrs. Holmes we're just friends? She doesn't believe me when I say so," you tiredly sighed, making Mycroft sadly smile.

"...I'll see what I can do," he replied, putting on your hat and patting your head.

"Then, when do you wanna go dance? For practice," you asked as you adjusted your hat.

"You can come visit here whenever you are free to practice," he reassured, making you huff.

"All right... But don't go crying to me when your toes are bleeding after," you warned as you walked out, waving goodbye to Mycroft.

"I will mail you the medical bill," he retorted, waving goodbye as he watched you walk home, letting out a breath.

"Perhaps confirming Mother's suspicions was a mistake..."

[mayst0rm]

It’s MyAl time

[leporine-fluorine]

William quick sketch 🖋️

[jcena18]

One day:

William: You know Mycroft is arrogant sometimes, he looks bossy and mean. He doesn’t even laugh of any of our jokes. He doesn’t have any slight of humor shit on his face.

Albert: Will, talking about people behind their backs isn’t good you know.

William: Your right….

William *Shouting at Mycroft*: HEY MYCROFT!!!

Mycroft: What?

William: You are Arrogant! Mean and Bossy! You Don’t even have a slight humor on your face! You heard me?!!! You are bound to eat shit your whole life!! Albert told me to say it!!

Albert: That’s not what I meant!!!!!

[neontokyoo]

Hii can I request headcanons of being mycroft’s and sherlock’s spoiled little sister?<3

Of course! This one was a lot of fun to write because I grew up with two older brothers who are huge Holmes kins, so I hope you like it. Lmao 💙

Pairing: Sherlock & Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Relationship: siblings

Genre: headcanons (does that count?)

Summary: Your the younger sister of the Holmes brothers.

Birth:

Sherlock and Mycroft weren’t very excited when they were told that they would be older brothers. Sherlock absolutely hated the idea of a new baby—afraid of having another brother—and Mycroft didn’t really mind, but he also didn’t want another brother because he didn’t want to have to deal with another Sherlock.

The boys much rather have a dog than a sibling.

But the pregnancy was different than the other two, so their parents had a strong feeling that the baby would be a girl instead.

When Sherlock and Mycroft heard about the baby possibly being a girl, they became even more excited.

They had a little babydoll that they named “Baby Pink”, and they took turns taking care of her throughout their mother’s pregnancy.

Well, until they ended up fighting over it and accidentally ripped its head off

They felt really guilty and came up with the conclusion that if they couldn’t even take care of a doll, they weren’t at all ready for a baby sister.

But when you were finally born, they weren’t able to ever let you go.

Once you were, like, nine months old, your mother had to yell at the boys to put you down and let you do things on your own.

You were never going to be able to walk or anything at this rate.

Sometimes they were caught trying to take you to school with them.

Since they couldn’t take you with them anywhere, they were constantly bragging about you to their friends.

Childhood:

The older you got, the more protective the boys became.

Whenever you went anywhere, you were always sandwiched between your brothers while they gave dirty looks to anyone who dared to look at you.

You know the “scary dog” videos on TikTok? That’s exactly what it is.

It got even worse when you started bringing friends home.

Your father had bought a Courting Candle after it was confirmed that he would be having a daughter, and, despite the purpose of the candle, your brothers would use it for the friends you bought home and purposely make the candle last five minutes.

As you can tell, Mycroft and Sherlock don’t like sharing.

Early Adulthood:

When it was finally time for your father to actually use the courting candle, your brothers did everything they could to sabotage your dates.

They were constantly being assholes towards your suitors—making snide remarks and asking uncomfortable questions, etc.—just to make them leave early.

Sometimes they’d even go as far as making the suitor look bad in front of your father just to get him to lower the candle.

Other:

Whenever you’re bored and want to tag along with someone, Mycroft and Sherlock are always fighting over who gets to take you to work.

They put someone in the hospital once just because they were flirting with you.

They’re even more protective when they take you to work. They’ll take you to work, but won’t always let you do anything for “safety reasons”.

You probably weren’t able to get married until you were, like, 23–when most girls are already courting by the age of 14-15.

[pandora-morningstar]

I'm dying of laughter

Credit to juniperarchie on tiktok

Also nice disguise sherly

[yyutsuu]

Hi, could you write Mycroft Holmes x gender neutral reader where they cuddle after Mycroft come late from work? Thank you!

Home Late -Mycroft Holmes x GN Reader-

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!! Fluff !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : None that I am aware of

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 637 words

A/n: I'M SO SORRY, THE REPLY IS SO DELAYED. I had end of term exams to complete and study for, after that I managed to forget I even had Tumblr for a good few weeks... This is so short too... I swear I'll write more in the next approaching weeks to make up for it

Help what is short for Mycroft-? Mycky??? Mycro???? 😭😭😭

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You are Mycroft Holmes' partner, the two of you sharing a mutual love for the other. It is currently late into the night, the comfortable cushions belonging to the sofa nudging against your night wear. Your eyelids were heavy, staying awake was becoming more and more of an arduous challenge.

But your body jolts up, the mist fogging up your brain and train of thoughts vanishing in an instant. The cause was the nearing noise of familiar footsteps approaching the front entrance, followed by the impossible to miss sound of rustling and jingling of keys. You watch from the couch as the front door is unlocked and opened, an exhausted Mycroft walks in.

He closes the door, Mycroft drops his bag which most likely contains a great deal of important files. He lets out a yawn, a long tired yawn. He looks about, his drowsy eyes stopping in the direction of where you as well as the couch occupies. Mycroft's expression changes to one of happiness mixed with fatigue. "You are still awake?" He says quietly, closing his eyes momentarily and enjoying the warmth of the shared house.

Mycroft's eyes open again, his gaze returning to you, his soft warm look becoming a gentle smile. "It's been a hectic day. I'm relieved I'm finally home." He mutters. Mycroft's movements are sluggish, his hair a mess, he looks like a total slob, but strangely attractive. Mycroft makes his way over to you and takes a seat on the couch, right next to you.

"Good evening." You say to Mycroft. He fails to reply and is about to rest his head on your shoulder, before pausing and stopping himself. You can practically see the great amount of effort he is putting into to not just situate his head on your shoulder and fall asleep right then and there.

You sigh at his actions. "Oh Mycroft, refrain from overworking yourself..." You murmur. Mycroft's smile slightly broadens, his eyes softening as he finally gives in, you feel his head falling onto your shoulder. Mycroft proceeds to nuzzle into you for a moment, exhaling with great tiredness.

"I apologize, darling. It has been quite the busy week. But no need to worry, you always manage to calm me." Mycroft breathes out in a hushed tone. "That's good, you comfort me quite a bit too." You whisper in reply as you reach your hand out and secure it on the back of his head.

Mycroft smiles at your touch. "I am truly glad I'm the one that can provide to you the peace you deserve." He mutters lazily while his hands fall into yours, he proceeds to lace his and your fingers together, holding your tender hands tightly as your eyes meet. Mycroft pulls you in and presses a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, not pulling away for several minutes. "I am undoubtedly lucky to have you, my dear..." He whispers, millimeters away from drifting off to sleep.

You laugh softly at his state. "We're both exceedingly tired, aren't we?" You whisper. "How about we cuddle then go to our bedroom and get some proper rest?" You suggest. The reply you receive is a tired mutter of "Mmm... that sounds... like a splendid idea..."

Conveniently, the two of you are in a comfortable and cosy position, laying down on the couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Mycroft lays his head down on your shoulder and presses his body closer to yours.

The two of you never made it into the bedroom to sleep, within minutes of snuggling up nice and warm against each other, both you and Mycroft ended up drifting into deep sleep. The warmth of Mycroft's embrace shielding you from all unpleasantries.

Staying awake and awaiting Mycroft's return may be a challenge, but the rewards are advantageous.

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-yyutsuu on Tumblr and Wattpad-

!! Please refrain from reposting my work without permission !!

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Speculating a bit…

Yuukoku no Moriarty

I think, just a thesis, that it was between that case on the train and Irene Adler that William decided he wants Sherlock to be part – key figure – of his plan

Because prior to that, the case in which he tests Sherlock, he was offering Sherlock Holmes an in

What William offered him, information on who the great criminal is, was an invitation. If Sherlock Holmes had shot that man, like William set it up, then there were only two possible outcomes

Sherlock Holmes would join the Moriarty family – the Moriarty Pact

The Moriartys would need to “liquidate” Sherlock Holmes

It wasn’t just a test of Sherlock Holmes’ character, in the very same breath, it was an open invitation.

So, I think, prior to the murder on the train, William wagered with the idea of Sherlock Holmes joining their cause

He was still scrutinising Sherlock, still gauging who he is as a man, during that train case

There had to be one distinct point at which William decided how to proceed about Sherlock Holmes. The more likely one being the case around Adler, although it is possible that first ideas formed and solidified around their interaction on the train.

EDIT: in the manga canon it’s clear William already had his sights on Sherlock for his later role when he tested him with “A Study in ‘SH’”. This obviously influences what I said but I still think his repeated offerings towards Sherlock can be seen as William wanting him in the plan either way. Either as his chosen nemesis, his curated antagonist, or as part of the Moriarty Pact, in an active role Sherlock would be made aware of.

Because previously, with that chance of gaining Moriarty’s name. That offer of Sherlock committing one murder in exchange for such a valuable information, that would only leave Sherlock to join the Moriarty Pact or die.

But once the Irene Adler case happened, those documents affirmed the Moriarty Plan. Those documents solidified what the Moriartys had planned and it gave them a lead.

A red thread, if you will.

After the Irene Adler case, that was the point when William also locked Sherlock’s role into place. When he decided their whole plan would hinge on Sherlock Holmes.

Once their plan locked into place – because it was already set it motion and only gained a more determined shape through those documents – William had to have decided that he wanted Sherlock Holmes on the other side of it.

I assume William’s decision started to form earlier, someplace between that case on the train and Adler’s case.

EDIT: obviously between “A study in ‘SH’” and Adler’s case, considering where the manga draws attention to William having locked his sights on Sherlock

But then again there is the fact that even then, even as the case around Irene Adler set things into motion, William took a wager.

Moriarty’s name. The master criminal’s name. The true name of the Napoleon of Crime.

Quite literally handing that to Sherlock Holmes, full-well knowing Irene Adler would die… I think that was a final test.

William took a bargain, the chance of Sherlock opening that letter when he heard of Adler’s death was not zero. It wasn’t likely, for Sherlock to snap and open the letter, but there was no insurance. The chance never was zero

I think that was the final olive branch. Like how they showed Adler what James Moriarty is capable of, that letter was a final invitation extended to Sherlock Holmes.

Holmes refusing, burning that letter, it was what sealed the plan.

Sherlock Holmes himself sealed himself into that role William Moriarty wrote for him. That role William tailor-made for Sherlock Holmes, and Sherlock Holmes alone, to fulfil.

Obviously, later on, Sherlock defied expectations any way. And thoroughly so. But without knowing it, he made himself one of the key components of the Moriarty Plan.

And this is entirely besides the point of how formidably they played Mycroft Holmes – twice!

Because Mycroft– That case which enabled the MI6 to be founded, that kidnapping of William, Mycroft must have seen through the scheme.

At least the aftermath, the bigger picture of Moriarty orchestrating that kidnapping must be obvious to Mycroft.

Of course, to him it is Albert who pulled the strings. Towards Mycroft, it is Albert who orchestrated that Albert’s troop would be in London, that his brother William would be kidnapped, and that William would be taken to the lair of the opium smugglers.

That plan – because Mycroft Holmes must have seen through it for what it was – proved to Mycroft what Moriarty is capable of.

It doesn’t matter that, towards Mycroft, Albert was the mastermind. What mattered is that Albert showed him “this is what I can do with my resources I have now” and essentially left Mycroft no other choice but to hand the MI6 to Albert Moriarty.

William’s whole kidnapping, the entire set-up of it, was to show that Albert Moriarty knows how to use resources he has. That he knows how to orchestrate things.

That James Moriarty is fully capable of seeing through things others wouldn’t dream of attempting.

Of course, that is probably also where they earned Mycroft’s distrust because in proving how powerful, how organised, how capable the Moriartys are, they made him cautious about them.

They have been playing psychological games with Mycroft Holmes from the beginning. From the moment Albert got wind of the MI6 possibly being formed.

And while Mycroft was left with doubts about Albert’s loyalty, there were no doubts whatsoever about his capability.

The further you get into the story, the more it all falls into place, really.

[universe-nero]

I upload it too!

Mycroft animated with @the-little-pierre

with her beautiful art

Rig/Animation made it in Live2D

[the-little-pierre]

🖤Mr. Holmes💛

[beneathashadytree]

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

NIGHTS WITH YOU - MYCROFT HOLMES X READER

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

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.7K words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[calkkyuma]

From that one uno meme

[cutepebblesstuff]

I don't think we talk enough about this

[ksenivya]

From hot big man to lil happy man with a gun