She. Mycroft x Reader by empressoflibraria, literature
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She. Mycroft x Reader
"This is a violation of privacy, Sherlock!" the blond ex-soldier bellowed towards his taller companion.
"Hum, my brother knows no thing about that," the detective stated while he adjusted his coat collar.
"Are you really going to waltz into her home!"
"Correction, John. We are really going to waltz into her home."
John Watson sighed out of exasperation and the audacity of his flatmate. This was a very good example of not having interesting cases in a course of two days. Two days. Sherlock found out about his older brother's girlfriend out of boredom.
Mycroft obviously kept it a secret from everybody because he might hav
Healthy (MycroftXReader) by ShippingOtps, literature
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Healthy (MycroftXReader)
"Dear?" You sleepily mumble looking over to the untouched place next to you where your husband should be sleeping. Yawning you pull yourself up from the warm bed and shuffle out of the room and down to the study where you're in no doubt he will be. Your suspicion is correct as you open the freely door to find your husband deep in thought, holding paper in his hands. He doesn't seem to notice at first. You take a few seconds to look at your lover, the dark circles under his eyes are evident and his skin paler than usual from not eating well. You press the door close which gains his attention.
"You should be in bed." His voice is stern but it
Drunk - Teen!Mycroft x Teen!Reader (part 2 of ?) by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Drunk - Teen!Mycroft x Teen!Reader (part 2 of ?)
You awoke the next morning, your head pounding and the ceiling above you was spinning. You groaned slightly and scrunched your eyes shut again and buried your face into what you presumed was a pillow on the bed you were currently sleeping on. It wasn't until said pillow started to move underneath you that you realised that it was in fact an actual person.
"Oh my god." You whispered. "Oh my god." Images of the night before flashed before you, Mycroft's soft lips against yours, his hands big and strong holding onto you...his perfect lips. Your face flushed red and you peeked under the covers.
Good.
You were still fully clothed and so was he,
The Roommate [Sherlock] 2 by icey-angel, literature
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The Roommate [Sherlock] 2
“Honestly, Holmes, they all look the same,” was your response as he pulled out yet another suit from the rack.
“Well, you’re good for nothing, aren’t you?” he said in his casual insulting tone.
“Try them on,”
“You try yours then,” he gestured towards your selected pile of dresses.
Like you would have imagined, this situation was not fitting for neither of your characters, you and Sherlock (of all people), clothes shopping…for a wedding…
As you put on your first dress, Sherlock called from outside the change room, “I’m done,” so you stepped out.
The two o
Mycroft x Reader (One-shot) by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Mycroft x Reader (One-shot)
You lie on your sofa, wrapped up in a warm duvet watching some crappy television programme since there is nothing better to do. You were currently alone since your boyfriend was away with work. He'd been gone for three days now but he promised you that he'd be back tomorrow afternoon. You missed him terribly, phone calls in the evening were simply not enough. You want him back home. You want to be in his arms, safe and warm.
Your boyfriend was none other than the British Government himself, Mr Mycroft Holmes. His position meant that he was away quite a lot, something the two of you weren't particularly happy about but you respected his work
Belated Valentines: Mycroft x Reader by ironicbee7, literature
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Belated Valentines: Mycroft x Reader
February 14th had been and gone with no card from your boyfriend. Not that it was a surprise to you that he forgot or completely ignored the date; to him it was just another day. But deep down part of you wanted him to recognise that the day was special to you even if he thought it was stupid. At the same time you knew missing out on certain celebrations was just part of dating Mycroft Holmes. You pushed your key into the lock and opened the door the Mycroft’s impressive London home.
“Mycroft I’m home.” You highly doubted that he would be in but it felt courteous to announce your arrival.
Silence met your ears as yo
Always With Me (Mycroft x Reader) by YourLovelyInday, literature
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Always With Me (Mycroft x Reader)
~Warning: This will trigger sadness. If you do not like reading stories with emotional triggers, please discontinue reading.~
A/N: Read the description in order to fully comprehend the story.
This was the best moment of your life. You were happily married to your childhood sweetheart and usual rival, Mycroft Holmes. After five years of dating, alongside all the bickering, arguing and occasional loving, you officially tied the knot.
Now, you had became the once-in-a-while stay at home wife and of course, it made you bored. Very, very bored. Your beloved husband announced two days earlier that he was headed to Russia to meet with one of his
Gone. (SherlockXSuicidal!Reader) by BowtiesAreCool15, literature
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Gone. (SherlockXSuicidal!Reader)
"(Y/n)~ where are we going~?" Sherlock sang as you pulled over. "Ooo that bridge we love! I love that bridge!"
"Go away please! Sherlock is dead! He killed himself and you're just a hallucination!" You screamed, walking out onto the empty bridge.
Suddenly your phone rang and you answered it.
"(Y/n) why are you on that bridge? You should be at home!" Mycroft scolded.
You sighed and turned around, seeing a camera pointing at you. "I can't do it anymore....Mycroft I don't want to see him....I want him to go away. It's torture being forced to listen to him. It's like he knows how much it hurts me. Three years I've dealt with my own mind torme
[Sherlock x Dead!Reader] Memories [FINALE!] by slowlyMoved, literature
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[Sherlock x Dead!Reader] Memories [FINALE!]
"You're certain?"
"Yes.. This is her body..."
"No, this is someone else..."
"Sherlock, this is her -- Sherlock! Don't leave! Please! Don't.."
Sherlock stomped into the flat 221B Baker Street, slamming the door and locking the locks. He threw off his coat, screaming as loud as possible. Tears streamed down his face as he had his back to the wall, slowly slinking down to the ground, bringing his chest to his knees, sobbing. He slowly pushed himself back up, stumbling and limping towards the bathroom medicine cabinet. He pulled out a small box of nicotine patches, grabbing a handful, wobbling back to the living room couch.
Sherloc