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I know that this post won’t mean much, probably won’t be read, probably will be judged if it is. But maybe if I get it all out there I will feel better. Because this is a big secret, that I haven’t told my friends, my mom (who is my everything and I tell anything and everything to), no one. This picture is a few days past a year old. My marriage was ending, and this guy, we will call him Wolfy, invited me out with his friends to a renaissance festival. My husband wouldn’t go, (again we were on the ending of our marriage) so I went without him. This day started something that would turn my world upside down. I felt like myself for the first time in months, after my husband had controlled me and pushed me around, told me he wanted a “proper southern wife”. I got to dress up as a fairy and be my true self around new people. It was incredible, and I felt myself coming back to life. After a perfect day, Wolfy and I exchanged texts of excitement and happiness. We started writing together and it was… amazing. I felt the real me coming back from a coma. Time went on, Wolfy and I delved deeper. We shared the black spots on our souls, the unforgivable things we told no one that we had done or endured. For the first time in my life, I was absolved of guilt, understood, and made to feel precious but not damaged. My husband remained distant, aloof, uninterested in me, would not speak to me, and proceeded to drink up all of our money. Wolfy became a haven as a friend and confidante. Nothing more. But when my husband moved out, I was left alone and abandoned. Scared. I’d never totally been on my own. But there was Wolfy, to console me, listen… everything. When my husband called it quits and moved out, Wolfy and I proceeded to take our relationship to the next level. We made love… a lot. Passionate love like I’d never felt, his touch was warm and soothing. He kissed my eye lids like I’d read about in all my favorite romance novels. And from that point on I could do nothing but love him, deeply and passionately. Because I’m not that girl who can sleep around, I get attached from sex. But this time it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to hold back. I’d spent 6 years with someone that could barely love me, and now that love had presented itself real and more intense than I’d ever imagined, I gave no thought to holding back to save myself. Hindsight is 20/20. We spent all last summer, sharing poetry, books and movies, songs and stories. And every chance we had that love making where I could feel our souls binding together. We had this saying, that we are one another’a Star dust. Because when a star dies, it scatters and plants seeds across the universe to create new stars. And he and I were born from the same star. He could make me laugh until my sides hurt, he could make me smile on my worst days. He was in love with my singing voice, as no one had ever been. But like Mr. Rochester had Bertha in his attic, Wolfy had a wife of his own at home, as well as her two kids that he adopted as his own. I knew about them though, they were no surprise. But his marriage made him miserable, his wife treated him like a meal ticket. I tried to leave him, told him I couldn’t be the other woman, that i wasn’t this person that wrecked marriages and tore families apart. I know you have no reason to believe me, reader, but I’m really not that girl. He assured me his marriage was wrecked, he had been wanting to leave her for some time, but he was afraid because of his kids. I told him I understood, but if he couldn’t do it, then he and I needed to end. Because I was not going to be his mistress. As you can imagine, this story goes pretty much text book from here. He told me he was ready to leave her, but then rebuked. Said he couldn’t do, and I stayed anyway. The feelings, those intense soul binding feelings gave me no will power of my own. He called, I was right there. We texted in secret, and when his wife said he was texting me too much we took to messenger. Every avenue we could we stayed in touch. But by September and October, I found myself seeking something more. As if I could find my soul mate in anyone else. But I wanted to be loved in the day light, I wanted to be loved in the sun, not just at night in secret for a few small hours. Wolfy didn’t handle it well when he found out. I hadn’t told him everything. That id sought companionship elsewhere… but he found out anyway. I’m not a good liar or secret keeper. By November I had plans to have someone move in I knew from high school, someone I thought I could one day love close to as much as I loved Wolfy. I had to try. Wolfy and I exchanged gifts for Christmas, spent every day we could together until I was to let him go forever. December 29th was supposed to be our last day. But it wasn’t, he told me he had to leave his wife, that I was all he wanted and he couldn’t be without me. We talked about living together, how happy we would be. How perfect and sweet, and loving our lives would be. There was a couple of close calls, where we were almost caught, but it didn’t matter. He and I were going to be together, be married and live happily ever after. The boy that moved in with me went back home when he realized I was not in love with him. I was in love with someone else, with my soul mate. I was working and spending time with Wolfy when I could, counting down the days until he pulled away and left his wife. I promised him I’d be so good to his kids, that I’d be peaceful with his ex and never be rude or speak negatively of her. He knew I was speaking the truth. That I would never hurt him or his family, at least not more than I already had. January came… and went. February and Valentine’s Day. That’s when it all fell apart. Wolfy got me Valentine’s Day goodies, but also got his wife flowers. I wasn’t mad or jealous just hurt, if he was pulling away and getting ready to leave her, then wasn’t that sending a mixed signal? A week later, my ex husband needed something he’d left at our home and I obliged he could come get it. He offered to take me to the book store and dinner, I went. And when we came back to the house, we had a long talk about making peace, that we couldn’t be together, but that we shouldn’t keep being so awful to each other. I agreed. There was a hug, and kiss exchange. Nothing erotic, just a letting go and making peace. Wolfy had been at the library with his kids and his wife. He’d sent me pictures of her sitting right beside him. He wasn’t having any contact with me, so part of me going out with my ex was revenge for him ignoring me. I was hurt, I felt betrayed. What I didn’t know was that he had eventually tried to reach me. He also drove by my house and saw Zach was there, saw us kiss at the front door. But I had no idea, so when he confronted me about it, I lied. I lied. Because I was so afraid. But he pulled the truth out of me eventually, he always does. And I cried and said I was sorry, it didn’t mean anything, I just needed closure. It was true. But he told me “I can’t destroy my kids for you when you’re willing to lie to me.” So he called it all off. Said he was done and we were done, he was staying. I was distraught. I’d made a mistake but dammit, I didn’t deserve that. But as they say, let sleeping dogs lie. So I did. I sunk into a depression, I hated myself, and I tried to reconcile my heartbreak. Wolfy couldn’t stay away, because he says he was so in love with me. So we started talking more, went back to having our days together. I didn’t know what we were, I guess just two people having an affair. He kept reaffirming to me we had no future, it was my fault, but he still wanted to see me. So I was there, every time he called or texted. For another month. Until I wasn’t. An old friend recently broke off his engagement and asked me out for a drink. I went because he seemed like a good person, and I was lonely and tired of being sad. We drank, laughed, talked, I felt like me again. But that night Wolfy knew something was amiss, and he blew up my phone well until 2 am. I was kissing this guy in his bed, but quickly backed things off. Again, not the girl that sleeps around. Plus, Wolfy was still king in my heart no matter what I did. I told Wolfy what had happened, and he told me he was reconsidering coming back to me. But I’d broken his trust again. I tried to explain my actions, that it hadn’t really meant anything, that I was so confused on where we stood. But none of it mattered. He’d made up his mind, and I readied for the blow where he would cut me off, no longer to download the texting app he used to contact me. As fate would have it, he didn’t stay away then either. And since I had hope, not much but just enough, I pushed every boy out of my life. I would show Wolfy I was good and faithful. That he was all that mattered to me and that I could be honest and trust worthy. It was all I wanted. He is all I want. This brings us to last Sunday… he arrived a little after 7 am. I was so excited to see him, I woke up well before then without setting an alarm. He was once again, in my bed, in my arms. All was perfect and well. We took my dogs to the groomer, got pizza and watched a touching movie. We took a hot bath and made love, I laid him on my bed and massages him from head to toe. I told him I’d never loved someone so much that I wanted to serve them. Not like that. He said he knew, he believed that. I brought up having his child one day, he said it might happen still. But then we went to pick up my dogs from the groomer, and his wife had driven by his work and asked where his truck was. He panicked. I had to take him back to my house to shower, change and leave. I whip the car around and gun it. The last thing I wanted was to get him caught. And that’s when he tells me: today is our last day together. I lose it, sobbing and hiccuping. I didn’t just feel my heart shattering, no this time I felt my soul shredding apart. It wrecked me. I was pressed for time, I had to get my dogs, so we said farewell. He called to tell me he’d left things at my house. He meant to do this properly, so we could have a clean break. So he left things to come back for. So we could talk and end things on a different note. And here I am… barely surviving. I’m so distraught. I don’t know how to deal with these feelings. Feeling like my love isn’t good enough, knowing he’s done. He can’t do this anymore, because I’ve lied too much, he can get over last fall. Over lying about my ex. It’s over. I’ve barely heard from him all week. A close family member died of his, so I’ve tried to put my pain aside to be there for him. I drove to his house Tuesday to bring him his necklace he left at my house. He needed it for strength, Thor’s hammer. He told me he loved me, kissed me and hugged me. I cried all the way back to work. I don’t know how I’ll get over this, how I will deal with this. Soon I’ll be living closer to him, in a town painted with memories. The vet where he picked up his dog after vacation and we met up and made love in my car. The lake where we would sit on the dock and kiss and talk, so many places. So if anyone has any advice on how to get over it, how to turn off that love, how to heal, I’ll take it. Because right now I feel like I’ll never be okay again. Like I’ll never find my soulmate again. I’ve lost everything, because I gave someone pieces of me that I can never get back or replace. Heartbreak is no joke, it’s not fair… the pain alone isn’t worth it.

Warnings- Smutty Chapter!

@drakesfiance @kybaeza @sunshine-and-riverwater @woohoney @puppens101 @saxgirl21

Chapter 8 Apex

Loki gently cupped your face with one hand, the other slithering behind you as he pressed against your body. His skin and lips were cold to the touch, but you could practically feel the need in them. His tongue gently touched your lips causing you to gasp. He took the opportunity to teach you how to French kiss. Soon your tongues were dancing for dominance. You kissed until you felt your lips grow raw and your jaw ache, only then did you both separate into panting messes. You had never experienced anything so heated and you had never experienced the heat you felt in your core.

“Loki-” you started but once again he was upon you. He was huffing and his eyes wild with lust.

“Princess- if we do not stop now…I will not be able to stop…” he groaned as he pressed himself against you. Laying you back against the marble balcony, he atop you. You felt his bulge against your core and all heat drained straight to your apex. An internal war was in your head but ultimately your hormones won.

“Loki I-I don’t want you to stop.” The words were foreign, but you weren’t wrong in saying them. He crashed his lips to yours once again as his hand wandered down your body in exploration. He was so gentle it scared you. His fingertips tracing patterns in your skin through your tunic, until he found the clasp you used to secure the garment around your waist and he puled it, ripping the fabric away. He did all this still pressed against you and his lips still sucking and nibbling on yours.

He gently ground his hips against your core and you opened your legs for him, he pressed himself more against you and a moan escaped your mouth as sensations you have never felt shot through you. He broke his kiss with you once again to begin removing his own garments. You fumbled with what was left of your until you lay naked against the cool marble, your body was hot and it felt refreshing. The moment Loki removed his trousers and his manhood sprung free you gulped.

“That-that is not going to work.” You whimpered out but Loki grinned and shushed you. He gently moved back between your legs, but did not even try to line up. Instead he leaned over your body and kissed your throat.

“My Princess…tonight I will make you my queen and give you satisfaction you have never even dreamed of. You are a flower in bloom and I am a bee greedy for your nectar.” He peppered your flesh in kisses as he trailed down your body, his blue lips leaving goosebumps in his cold lips wake. You shivered and moaned as your folds grew achy.

“Loki- please.” You let out breathily.

“Patience princess. You will be relieved of all of your discomfited thoughts. In due time.” He teased and let his mouth envelope one of your nipples causing you to gently cry out. His hand moved to the other and both were teased in ways new to you.

Before this you had only ever seen mortals rolling around producing babies. You never even thought all of this emotion and pleasure came from it. No wonder they all did this so often.

Loki gently brought his face back up to yours.

“No going into thought on me. If you keep doing that I will have to take drastic measures.” He smirked as you looked to him confused. He climbed down your body still peppering you with kisses until his head was between your thighs. You were perplexed until you felt the cool wetness of his tongue touch your folds and you lost it, jerking your back upwards a soft gasp escaping you.

“L-Loki!” you moaned out as he gently pressed his face against you more, cooling your heated core down as he fervently licked and sucked at you. Every move of his tongue or lips caused animalistic sounds to escape you until you felt this twisting tightening feeling in your belly.

“Loki- something’s happening- I- I feel funny!” you tried to be as quiet as possible but Loki chuckled and dove into you his tongue lapping chaotically throwing you over the edge of this blissfully euphoric feeling, your hands snaked into his dark locks and pulled as your thighs and core trembled. You felt your body twitch and Loki enjoyed this display beneath him. He continued to use his cold tongue until the blissful waves subsided and he gently sat up onto his elbows staring down at your panting sweaty form. You were truly beautiful laying beneath him naked in the moonlight. He could stare at this image forever and die contently.

“That, princess, is called an orgasm. It is the apex of lovemaking. It is when a woman and man are ready to create life. They will do so together.” He smiled as your eyes widened.

“I’m pregnant now?” you whimpered out a hand on your belly.

“No- no I have to orgasm too.” He tried to hide the laughter bubbling up within him.

“Don’t laugh at me! I have never done this! Momma never let me know about- lovemaking-“ you enunciated love making because before there wasn’t even a word for it in your vocabulary. You always called it meddling, but that was before you knew there were emotions involved.

Loki moved up your body gently rubbing designs into your skin.

“Now, my princess, let’s continue to the main course of this.” He grinned and gently kissed your throat as he lined himself up with your entrance. You gulped and closed your eyes.

“Shhh, relax my love…it will be a burning sensation, but my cool skin should help you through it quickly. Trust me, princess, I would never hurt you intentionally. It is with great pride and honor I am your first.” He whispered into your ear as he gently slid into you. You felt a soft pop followed by a few tears from the burning sensation. It wasn’t burning, it was stretching. He was stretching you open and it felt like in two. You blinked the tears away as everything began to calm between your legs and Loki waited for your go ahead to continue. After a moment you nodded and he slowly continued inside you. You gripped his shoulders tightly, trying not to draw blood until he began to remove himself.

“Why are you removing it?” you asked sheepishly finally used to being full. Loki deeply chuckled.

“You took all of me, princess, I need to remove some to replenish inside you. This motion is how we both reach our apex.” He walked you through it by demonstrating as he pushed back in fully a little more forcefully this time. You cried out in ecstasy as you dug your fingertips into his shoulders. Loki smiled and kissed you lovingly as he began pumping into you at a regular speed.

This continued until he picked up the pace and the only noises that could be heard were the slapping of skin and your gentle whimpers and moans as you began to feel the sensation again in your belly.

“Loki- I am close to another.” You spoke breathlessly. Loki groaned out and slid a hand behind your neck holding your forehead to his as he slammed into you.

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Word count: 1729

Characters: Mycroft x reader, Moriarty, Sherlock, John

Warnings: torture, severe threat to reader, angst

Summary: Being Mycroft’s secretary puts you in a dangerous position.

You twirled your pen between your fingers as you stared blankly at the computer screen. You had spent every day this week sat behind this desk, and now there was a headache building steadily behind your eyes. When you got home, there was a long, hot bath just waiting for you. You could sleep in tomorrow, too, and you were meaning to catch up a new series on Netflix.

Just half an hour to go, you thought longingly as you stared at the clock in the corner of the screen.

“Y/N. Not daydreaming, I hope.” Your boss’s disapproving voice floated down the corridor, and you straightened. The pen dropped to your desk.

“No. Of course not, sir,” you said hurriedly.

Mycroft Holmes walked towards you, eyebrow arched sceptically. You felt a rush of heat in your cheeks at his appraising gaze.

for @sweet-hot-latte :

SUMMARY: the reader is mycroft’s wife. one day he starts to notice that she is dieting. and its not a healthy diet. she started to think that she is not beautiful and that she is fat, and so he tries to comfort her and make her happy again.

A/N: okay, y’all. i was balling writing this and i’ve been dead inside for years. please give my mycroft some love. also thank you so much for this request. i’m so sorry it took me like 5 months to write, but i really think this fic will make up for it. sorry it’s so long, but again, most definitely worth it. please enjoy and try not to cry too much.

WARNINGS: body image issues, self esteem issues. 

WORDS: ~2.2k 

The sun was warm against Mycroft’s skin as it pulled him from the kind grasp of sleep and into a rose stained morning. His grey eyes fluttered open to meet the dawn and followed the streams of golden sunlight through the linen curtains framing the windows to the soft skin of the woman beside him. The sight of her warmed his heart like the morning rays, as she always did. He felt compelled him to wrap his arms around her form, pressing into the accumulations of soft skin that hung about her hips and sides, defining her lovely figure.

Mycroft sighed deeply in content, the scent of her and roses and fresh linens filling the air. He smiled, happy to have the one he loved more than anything in his arms.

Title: Only us

Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Eurus Holmes(mentioned), Sherlock Holmes, John Watson(mentioned), Rosie(mentioned), Mummy Holmes(mentioned), Father Holmes(mentioned)

Word Count: with lyrics 1,904 without lyrics 1,583

Warnings: Series 4 spoilers, OOC Mycroft, angst (don’t worry it ends fluffy)

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of Sherrinford, song fic, the song is Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen

A/N: Heyy I cried for a half an hour after I finished season 4, just sayin, also Dear Evan Hansen is fantastic, also requests are open and I know I still have ships to do I will do them eventually and way here’s some content I guess

I don’t need you to search for the proof that I should

You don’t have to convince me

You don’t have to be scared you’re not enough

‘Cause what we’ve got going is good

“Mycroft”, your breath out as his arms encircle you, and it feels like it’s the first time you’ve been able to breathe in days. “I love you,” you choke on your words as your tears begin to soak into the dark fabric of his suit.

“I love you too,” he heaves suddenly and you feel your hair beginning to dampen.

Your heart is racing, you can’t control your sobs any longer. You thought he was dead, you thought, no you knew he was going to die. There was no way he could escape Eurus alive, but he did. He was alive and your arms were around him. You were sitting alone in your shared house waiting for him to get home when you received it.

Mycroft’s job was difficult, it was dangerous, and being with him put you in danger too. So just in case, something happened and one of you died the other had prepared a message (a letter and a video) that would be sent to the others computer. The two of you were too committed to one another to not have a system like this, you both craved closer and the message was supposed to provide that. You both had easy access to the send button, and for Mycroft, it felt like his finger was always hovering over it.

You never actually imagined you’d receive it from him, it was more of an unnecessary precaution to you. When you opened it, your heart stopped. There he was, your Mycroft, standing up perfectly straight with a perfectly pressed suit and matching tie, his auburn hair was perfectly gelled, he looked extraordinary. His voice poured over you like silk as he explained how much he loved you, as he said goodbye, and as he told you his sins.

His sin. His lie. His younger sister Eurus. How he used her, his presents to her.

Now that he stood in front of you alive, what he did didn’t matter, it couldn’t matter. He pulled away from the hug enough to cup your cheeks, to look into your eyes and wipe your tears. He couldn’t help but expect resentment to be present in your eyes, he expected disgust even though you had just professed your love for him. He couldn’t fathom you being okay with his great lie, with the fact that he kept such a big part of him from you.

But he only saw adoration, hope, love, and relief shining in your glistening in your eyes. You reached up and cupped his cheek, you carefully wiped a tear of off his face and leaned up to kiss him. When your lips met, he knew he’d be okay.

 I don’t need more reminders of all that’s been broken

I don’t need you to fix what I’d rather forget

Clear the slate and start over

Try to quiet the noises in your head

We can’t compete with all that

“I-I-I’m sorry-“

“Don’t. Mycroft it’s over,” his heart stopped, “the horror show, it’s over now. We needn’t dwell on it. I just want to be with you. I want to help you.” His heart seemed to restart as you took his hand in yours, tears streamed down his face. You looked so sincere, so sure of yourself, so incredibly determined to help. The look on your face sent tremors through Mycroft’s body, it just didn’t make sense, your commitment didn’t make sense.

“(Y/N)”

“Anything you need, if you want a fresh start like none of this happened, then it didn’t. If you want you to talk about it, let’s talk. Anything to help quiet the voices in your head, my love.” You continued and you smiled.

He smiled back at you, and for the first time in his life Mycroft didn’t feel alone, he felt like he could go on, he felt brand new. The swell of love him his chest helped soothe his insecurities, he didn’t know why you loved him as fully as you did, but now he knew you did and that’s what mattered.

So what if it’s us?

What if it’s us

And only us

And what came before won’t count anymore or matter?

Can we try that?

What if it’s you

And want if it’s me

And what if that’s all that we need it to be

And the rest of the world falls away?

What do you say?

“Just us.” Mycroft managed finally. You nodded and grabbed both of his hands, the world stopped spinning, Mycroft could see a way out now, a way past his hurt, his grief, and his guilt. You were his world, and the world looked bright.

“Only us.” You hugged him again, your tears had stopped at this point you knew you had him now. He was alive and yours.

I never thought there’d be someone like you who would want me

Later when you had finally dragged Mycroft to bed you quickly entangled your limbs with his. You tried to get as close to him as you could, and you rested your head against his chest. You wanted to listen to his heart beat, it occurred to Mycroft that you wanted to remind yourself that he was in fact alive. The thought sent a pang of guilt through his body and he shuddered.

You looked up at him with curiosity in your tired eyes. “What’s going on in that big brain of yours, handsome?”  

“I was just thinking. I spent my entire life convincing myself I’d never find someone like you. I was so sure when I brought him to Eurus that I was undeserving, that I’d never find-“ You, he thought, I’d never convince you to stay, but his voice failed him.

Well…

“Oh Mycroft, nothing you could do would stop me from loving you. How could I not love someone like you?” Someone like me? A monster? “Someone so intelligent, sophisticated, so understanding and compassionate despite his façade, not to mention sexy”, you smirked as you finished your little rant

You kissed him soundly. You ran a hand through his thin hair and tugged slightly earning a small groan. When you pulled back Mycroft’s skin was flushed and he managed a bashful smile.

So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go

When you pulled back from Mycroft he had tears sparkling in his eyes. He smiled at you great fully. You looked at him expectantly, your head tilting slightly. “I’ll spend every day of the rest of our lives convincing you not to let me go”, his voice rumbled as he drew you into his arms again.

“You don’t need to convince me of anything.” You mumbled into his neck.

But if you really see me

If you like me for me and nothing else

Well, that’s all that I’ve wanted for longer than you could possibly know

“-if that’s true if you love me despite all I am despite all I’ve done, my dear I’ve wanted that for longer than you could ever know”, he pronounced soundly pulling you down to lay on the bed again so he could hold you in his arms comfortably.

You looked up at him and he knew what you said was true, what you felt was true, he found himself laughing at the absurdity of it all. A laughter that grew louder and louder until tears shined in the corners of his eyes again.

So it can be us

It can be us

And only us

And what came before won’t count anymore or matter

We can try that

You titled your head, confusion evident on your face, “What are you laughing at?”

“Us. This.” He shook his head knowing he couldn’t explain why he was laughing, why he was so happy he couldn’t help but laugh. “Only us,” He managed as his laughter died down, he cupped your cheek, “it’ll be us-“

“And only us.”

It’s not so impossible

Nobody else but the two of us here

'Cause you’re saying it’s possible

We can just watch the whole world disappear

He began seeing his life differently after Sherrinford, he saw his relationship with you differently too. He realized that being happy with you while you were both still breathing was more important than being the ice man. Sure, he was still cold and unresponsive at work but with you, and increasingly his brother he was open. He realized it was possible to be vulnerable and happy, he realized that you made it possible for him. His fear of losing you was beginning to be replaced by the completeness he felt when you were together.

'Til you’re the only one

I still know how to see

His caution didn’t decrease at all though, he increased security which he frequently rotated to keep loyal, but that didn’t matter to you all that much. You knew it made him more comfortable and if he was comfortable with you everyone else would fade away.

It’s just you and me

Even in a crowded room, even walking on a street you knew was infested with security, it felt like just the two of you against the world. And you liked it that way.

It’ll be us

It’ll be us

And only us

And what came before won’t count anymore

Mycroft’s new attitude did not go unnoticed by his younger brother, and though there could be vicious teasing on occasion Sherlock was happy for his older brother. He was happy Mycroft had finally found his John and he practically liked how pleasant you made Mycroft. It became easier for Sherlock to forgive his brother, though he’d never expressed verbally that he didn’t blame him.

You began to think that maybe, just maybe the Holmes could move on from this, you thought that eventually, it would be a distant memory, at least you hoped so.

We can try that

You and me

That’s all that we need it to be

And the rest of the world falls away

And the rest of the world falls away 

“Come on Myc,” you called loudly moving quickly despite a lot of presents you were balancing in your arms. 

“You are aware that there is no rush, right my dear? Christmas is all day.” You could hear Mycroft’s grimace as he talked about it being all day. You smiled.

“Yes, I’m aware! But I’m excited this is your-our first family Christmas in three years, plus I haven’t seen Rosie in two weeks I’ve been seriously deprived.”

Your bubbly excitement did calm Mycroft’s nerves some but not completely, he hurried to match pace with you and took a few of the gifts from your arms. You noticed then the strained look on his face, your gaze softened, and you adjusted your arms so you could reach over and hold his hand. His eyes met yours quickly and the smile on your face paired with the weight of your hand in his calmed his racing thoughts.

No matter what Mummy and Father did, said, or thought, he had you and that was all that mattered.

The world falls away

The world falls away

Request(s): 

Hi, Would you be willing to write a fluffy Mycroft or Sherlock x reader where they are in love with each other but they don’t know that the other feels the same way and it’s obvious to everyone who knows them and it is just super fluffy. Tysm have a nice day!          -Anonymous

A/N: This is another first for me being as I’ve never written for any of the Sherlock characters. I’m super excited, but somewhat nervous. That being said I really hope you enjoy it! Feedback is welcome & extremely appreciated!

Warning: cursing, violence, the Holmes brothers, etc

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I write about nor do I own the gif(s) below. If you would like it removed or given credit please message me & I will do just that!

Even from outside themausoleum the music could be heard wafting through the tombstones on this dark,Halloween night and was only amplified with the crisp, cold autumn air.

It is pretty short :/

“What’s this?”

“Just sign it Mycroft, for me.”

Sighing staring at you surprised with this sudden task, reading over the paper as you wait while gazing some other direction

Slowly getting more flustered as he reads down its contents, is this your way of proposing to him?

Looking back up to you, folding his hands together ontop of his desk asking you to explain

“I was given a due date Mycroft. If I don’t find a suitor my parents are going to force a marriage of me and a complete disgrace.” A serious expression sitting on both your faces

You continue on, a small exhale obvious “I understand if you don’t want to, it’s a long shot. I don’t have anyone else to turn to though..” your sentence trailing off as you watch Mycroft look down and start scribbling down on the line of the paper

Dropping the pen turning to look at you with a slight smile, “i would be glad to help, y/n.”

Those words pulling the corners of your mouth into a smile

Joyfully hugging Mycroft over his desk with repeating ‘thank you’ s

Slowly but surely Mycrofts arms wrap around you as well, patting your back while laughing a bit

Hearing the soft melody echo along with the keys of the piano into his office Mycroft can’t help but pause his work in order to listen.

“You are my sunshines, my own sunshines. You make me happy when skies are gray. You don’t know dears, how much I love you. So please don’t take my sunshines away.”

Six years ago if anyone had dared tell him that he would find a nursery rhyme that saccharine a blessing and a comfort he would have sent there mental ass to live with Eurus. 

However, like everything in life, time changes all things.  

That song was one of the few things that kept the triplets from staging an all out war against nap time along with some more animated ones from cartoons that Mycroft and his wife weren’t too keen to listen to every day.

“I’ll always love you and make you happy if you will only say the same. But if you leave me and love another, you’ll regret it all some day.”  

Truthfully Mycroft never saw himself doing any of this, especially after the stunt Sherlock pulled and yet here he is. 

An Uncle of five (with one on the way)  and father of three-married no less and still going strong.

“You told me once, dear, you really loved me and no one else could come between. But now you’ve left me and love another; you have shattered all of my dreams.”

Gently getting up from his desk Mycroft quietly steps out of his office and pads down the stairs. Just as his wife is about to start the chorus he jumps in.

“You are my sunshines, my own sunshines. You make me happy when skies are gray. You don’t know dears, how much I love you. So please don’t take my sunshines away.”

His wife doesn’t break her song but turns to smile at him all the same as she continued to play the piano. 

“In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me. When I awake my poor heart pains. So when you come back and make me happy. I’ll forgive you dear, I’ll take all the blame.”

There’s a mild protest from Micheal until his older sister Candace cuddled closer to him on the mat. Conner, the chubby lad was far past that sleeping but up next to his sister with one large leg propped on the stuffed bee-bear given to him by Molly. 

With one last grunt in his protest Micheal finally drifts off to sleep to join his siblings.

Pausing on the piano just for a moment to see if they were truly asleep ______ turns to him and offer him a kiss. 

“They’re finally asleep,” Mycroft confirms after accepting his kiss, “and what timing it is.”

“Now if you feel like the pain is unbearable Mr. Holmes you can call the nurses to give you another painkiller but like I was saying earlier I would like for you to be weaned off them entirely before your discharge next month,” Dr.Kowalski explains  again for what felt like the third time in the last seven weeks of his stay in the hospital.

For Mycroft the risk for getting injured let alone grievously so were negligible when he ran the numbers prior toward his recuse of Sherlock and yet here he sat-in a hospital bed no less with limited mobility and worst of all no cellphone.   

Left leg fractured in two places, hip bruised, dominant hand in a cast and a ruptured disk Mycroft was as helpless.

He couldn’t feed himself, couldn’t do his work, hell he couldn’t even make it to the bathroom by himself causing him to be disgusted more and more with stay as the days rolled on.

Sure, Anthea had visited until Dr. Kowalski banished her from the building for bringing him paperwork, Sherlock and John accompanied by either young Rosie or Miss Hooper had made their appearances, even Gregory had found his room to cheer him up when he could but otherwise Mycroft was alone.

Well.

Mostly alone.

Nodding noncommittally at the doctor Mycroft if able to banish the man from the room only to count the seconds it would be  acceptable to page the nurse ______.

Now out of all his associates and family nurse _____ was one of the dew that kept him company or at least paid him any real mind during his stay there.

The other nurses were polite and professional (as they should be with the amount of money they charge for their services) but ______ was just more pleasurable company.

From day one she was trying to make him feel more at home offering to fetch a paper from the lobby, sweets by the nearby bakery or just spending time with him in general when Mycroft was bored to tears in his room in the late afternoons.

Shared dinners where ____ would hand feed him, bringing in special bath tokens from home, talking to him about world events, spending time with him even during late night hours when she by all accounts should be off the clock.

Funny, considerate, caring and constantly checking up on him throughout the day made Mycroft feel like he wasn’t just a patient but someone special.

In fact if Mycroft didn’t know any better he would suspect that ______ may have been keen on him however not even doped on whatever medical drip ordered by the doctor did he entertain that to be true. After all he was a broken old man in a hospital and she looked relatively young, spry woman with her whole life ahead of her.

What could he offer her in such a state? Money? Connections for a promotion? 

Surely not given by her seemingly genuine concern for him but then again Mycroft is considered a very high profile patient. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for someone like him to receive special treatment.

Don’t fool yourself with these needless emotions. It will only break your heart in the end. She’s just doing her job to the best of her ability Mycroft reminds himself as he stares at the nurse call button in disdain. 

Nevertheless Mycroft is not made of stone and decides that five minutes was good enough to seem believable before pushing the nurse call button. 

Much like a summoned genie ____ is there in a heartbeat with a chai latte, lunch tray, rolled up Daily Sun prepared and smile on her face. “I was wondering when doctor K was going to stop hogging you Mycroft,” ____ says warmly as she shuts the door behind her.

Like a pattern she sets the drink and paper before him on the side table and then proceeds to do her work.“What did doctor K say,” _____ asks as she does her inspections of the monitors and paperwork.

“That I should send for you should my pain level become to unbearable and that I should do so sparingly as he would like me to be less dependent on them since I will be discharged by the end of next month but otherwise its the same song and dance as before,” Mycroft explains in a tired tone.

As much as Mycroft despised sitting in the hospital he loathed leaving _____ here more. She was like the sun; warm and inviting for an old cold soul like him.

Had he the chance Mycroft would soak up whatever stray rays of sunshine she had to spare because it made him feel less isolated and dare he say it-more at home in this world full of goldfish.

_______ stills minutely at the explanation-a pause that even under the minimal use of drugs Mycroft doesn’t miss. Her face betrays nothing but unease for a split second before it morphs back into her normally happy mood when ____ tries to set him up for lunch.

Interesting.

“Well, that must be exciting for you,” _____ comments cheerfully getting the side table fixed over his lap, “getting to go home and out of this boring old hospital am I right?” Her smile although big doesn’t quite reach her eyes as ____ locks the table a bit forcefully that it nearly sends the latte spilling and paper rolling onto the floor.

Mycroft takes note at how her hands shake when they were normally steady as Anthea’s execution in the field to feed him his lunch. 

Her voice seemed strained as ____ tried to talk with him about their favorite shared topics and eyes growing increasingly misty that it got to the point where Mycroft was sure she would excuse herself to cry that he finally spoke up.

“______ is there something amiss?”

The reaction was instantaneously as _____’s ears immediately flushed followed closely by the heat in her cheeks.

“What-no nothing’s wrong Mr. Holmes. I’m just dealing with some seasonal allergies that’s all,” _____ tries to lamely deflect but no one not even two year old Rosie would buy such tripe.

“_______.”

“Mr. Holmes-”

“You haven’t called me that in the last six and a half weeks ______ I would dare say its a little too late to pretend formality now especially since our time spent together,” Mycroft retorts kindly.

And indeed it had been some time. 

While regaining some of his mobility back that ____ wouldn’t have to do everything for him Mycroft was content to allow her to do things for him even if it was menial as straightening his sheets or combing his hair (with much complaining from Dr. Kowalski to stop letting her do so because he needed to start doing these things for himself.)

_____ puts down the fork and seems to be at odds at what she should do with her hands as her eyes are downcast. The fidgeting with her fingers was foreign to him as Mycroft had rarely seen her without holding something meaning this was something she deemed very important that needed sole focus.

Shame,embarrassment, despair, desperation and a small shred of hope.

“Look I…I know this is unprofessional Mycroft but I was hoping,” _____ pauses for a deep breath, “ I mean, wondering if it would be alright to visit you after you get out of here?”

Not even giving him time to answer ____ is quick to follow up with, “As friends of course! I just want to make sure that you’re okay and stuff…”

If there was ever any doubt that Mycroft wasn’t more than a patient to _____ it was ultimately smashed by the sight before him.

 ________ looked more like she would burst into flame by the way her face and neck were lit up. The tension palpable to such a degree that he could cut it with one of the horrid plastic knives that they permit patients to use.  

“You know what, forget it. I’m just overstepping my boundaries,” ______ quickly dismisses waving at her face, “I’m sorry I got all weird there. I just-I’ll let doctor K know that to reassign me and-”

“I would not be opposed.”

_____’s head turns at such a degree Mycroft is afraid of whiplash for her sake. “What?”

“I said that I would not be opposed to meeting you outside of these walls,” Mycroft elaborates. “Obviously we enjoy each other’s company and we as adults can visit each other in other places, say for dinner at the Aqua Shard?”

Again ____ looks like an mishap Sherlock had with his lotion experiments back as a child but far more attractive to bear.

Her mouth soundlessly opens and closes much to that of a fish a couple of times before croaking out,“Yes.”

Memory is a funny thing.

It warps and twists in perception sometimes with little to no time. Gets fuzzy and yet can be as clear as the second it was formed. Can be forgotten and revived with a certain smell or phrase.

Since as long as you can remember you thought that your memory was keen. 

Nothing forgotten, nothing stolen-surely you would have recalled if something happened wouldn’t you?That or at least someone close to you would remind you if you’ve forgotten something important.

Every day is the same. Everyone is content, everyone; family, doctors and friends are happy to see you but they all have that tinge that makes them seem on edge.

You can’t quite put your finger on it but its like they’re all in on a secret and you’re the only one not in the know.

It’s maddening.

Knowing that something was missing; something that feels like it must have been an important piece of your life to feel this hallow. Nothing on your social sites or journals reflect any clues to what is missing and it was truly distressing.

Everything seems…edited. Wiped clean.

No one seems to want to elaborate on it. There are no pictures concerning the last ten months even though everyone says that nothing exciting happened and yet the story changes from person to person.

“You were at a boring job and were able to quit it before things got out of hand.”

“Nah, you were staying at my place helping me with my gran.”

“Eh, I think you were taking a class but I don’t know how it went.”

“Oh sweetie! You were part of a running club and were okay until you were hit by a car.”

“Um, you were just doing your job and got really drink that one time. Can you seriously not remember?”

“______ don’t worry about it! It obviously wasn’t very important if you can’t remember it, now come help me with these boxes okay?”

All their answers seemed kind of dodgy save your aunt’s answer about the car.  When pressed through for an elaboration she was instantly hushed by your mum and the story was changed on the basis of aunt Marge’s memory could not be trusted due to her drinking habit.

Feeling phantom twinges of pain a car accident would explain it but why?

To what purpose? How would you get hit by a car running and more importantly you hated running so why the hell would you join a jogging club?

It didn’t make sense. 

None of it made sense.

Almost it has become a nightly occurrence where there’s a shadow on the edge of your dreams-something, someone important that you’ve forgotten.

No matter what you do the figure’s face is always obscured, the name is always scrambled but the feeling that’s associated with him is just so overwhelming.

Like this person is the most necessary person you’ll ever meet in your life and yet you already met them. That you know what they feel like, their voice and taste but for the life you of you can’t place a name leaving you in tears by the end of it.

I need to know. I have to know.

Although it seemed silly you felt that a private eye could help you. You’re not entirely sure what made you think this particular private eye Sherlock Holmes could help you but considering that the others have all but turned you away on the grounds that it was just a “feeling” you’ve no other options.

Its very strange. The ride to Baker street leaves an impression like you’ve done this before. Stepping in front of the flat none of it feels foreign even as you ascend the stairs thanks to the landlady.

The smells like a commonplace and it just continues to pile onto the ever building instinct that all of this is related to what you’ve lost. That you’re onto something big-the lost piece of you that dizziness threatens to overtake you.

Is it coming back? Is this what I’m missing?

Hyperventilating and bracing yourself on the couch you can’t help but be overwhelmed.

There are bits and pieces coming however none of them are in full glory. You know this place but it isn’t the place where it happened-not where he is from.

It’s a he-you know this much now. His picture mush clearer than before and voice more pronounced but you can’t recall him enough.

What was his name? What was his name?Who was he? Was he important?

You feel that you’ll go mad without knowing that you’re so close that you hardly pay mind to the voices becoming louder up the stairs. 

Voices that come to a full halt once the door is open.

Turning toward the door you can only imagine how you must look. 

Some strange woman standing uninvited in a living room looking like for all the world she’s about to have a panic attack but when you see his face-his face you’re oddly at ease if not confused.

He’s taller than the other two that also seem familiar but not as important as the man behind them.  That face is what’s been missing from your dreams, that suit, those eyes even as they widen in acknowledgement of something you can’t define.

“Do I…do I know you,” you call out cautiously to the stranger still walled behind the shorter two. You’re fairly certain that you do but just need a conformation something-anything to validate this feeling that you have.

He seems to be conflicted for a tick before answering politely, “No, I don’t believe we have. Anyhow Sherlock, please reconsider my offer and call when you come to your senses.”

And with that he turns to leave while the two men shielding him give twin looks of agitation and indignation. 

That can’t be right. You know him, you know him. Go after him.

The men still blocking the doorway down move quickly enough to let you through as you try to follow him. This man-you know this man and with each step that you skip in order to catch up you’re remember. 

His scent. His voice. His touch. His warmth. He was important to you on a level that was intimate and you know it was life changing.

Him. Him. Him Him but what is his blasted name??

He’s already shutting the door to his car when you reach the front door.

What was his name? What was his name? What was his name?

As the car starts to go down the street you cry pathetically, “Mycroft” before collapsing in the door frame.

For the life you couldn’t profess to understand where that name came from but the moment it did an overwhelming amount of sadness washed over you like you missed the most important person in your life.

It was all over. You lost. 

Never again would you feel happy and you would never recall that piece your body desperately missed.

Body shaking with the full force of despair you don’t notice how the car goes into reverse.

“_______,” that voice calls once more-the same one that haunts your dreams and you look up to see that this isn’t some hazy dream but the real thing.

He’s bent over you looking more ethereal under the early afternoon light and flooding your senses with his presence. 

There’s no doubt in your mind that you knew this man and nothing in the world was going to tell you otherwise.

You know him. You know him. You know him.

 He’s very careful about his stance looking torn between comforting and staying aloof but its a hard battle. He knows you. He does otherwise how would he know your name?

“Do you remember me,” he asks tentatively. 

Taking a deep calming breath you answer, “Bits and pieces. But I want to know you again. Please, let me?”