Stomach Ache- Mycroft x Reader by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Stomach Ache- Mycroft x Reader
You awoke in the middle of the night, a huge pain in your stomach causing you to groan quietly. You curled yourself up into a ball and placed a hand on your stomach, it made no difference as you whimpered from the growing pains. You quietly got out of bed being careful not to awake the beautiful man that was Mycroft beside you, slowly you then walked out of the bedroom and closed the door gently behind you. Not wanting to cause Mycroft to stir you decided not to turn on the lights so you had to feel your way along the long landing towards the top of the stairs. As you reached the stairs you slowly walked down them, being careful not to make a
The Park - Mycroft x Reader by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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The Park - Mycroft x Reader
“Oh for Christ’s sake Sherlock!” You cried, quickly grabbing the gun from his hands. “Why the hell are you shooting at the wall!? What has the wall ever done to you!?”
“BORED!” He groaned flopping himself in his chair dramatically. “BORED!”
“JOHN! JOHN COME HERE NOW!!” You heard John’s bedroom door fly open and he came stumbling out, a look of panic on his sleepy hedgehog like face.
“What!? (Y/n) are you ok, what’s happened?!” He exclaimed his arms flailing about everywhere.
“You honestly didn’t hear all that?”
“Hear what?&rd
Dreaming - Mycroft x Reader by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Dreaming - Mycroft x Reader
In his dream, Mycroft was back at his home after a long and tedious work trip. Unlocking the front door, he smiled as he dropped his travel bag down in the hallway, soothed by the familiarities of his home: the large painting above the mantelpiece; the wooden cabinet that held bottles of his favourite whiskey...the young woman sitting in his favourite armchair.
Mycroft knew he was dreaming. This didn’t have to make sense. But still he felt a sense of panic as he fumbled for the light switch; gasping when he found himself staring into a very familiar face.
Soft, slightly tousled (h/c) hair. Bright, (e/c) eyes framed by long eyelashes a
Mycroft x Reader - Part 10 by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Mycroft x Reader - Part 10
“Hello brother.” Sherlock said, eyeing Mycroft suspiciously whilst he was making you your tea in the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” He leaned on the doorframe as he watched Mycroft carefully, observing his movements and facial expressions, trying to read him. He knew something had gone on between you and his brother whilst he and John were out on the case; it was pretty obvious due to your current behaviour.
“I’ve come to see how (y/n) is, I thought that was rather obvious.” Mycroft replied rolling his eyes as he splashed some milk into your favourite mug, trying not to make any eye contact with
Mycroft x Reader - Part 9 by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Mycroft x Reader - Part 9
You awoke the next morning in an empty bed to the sound of clattering from the kitchen. Getting up from the bed, you yawned loudly and stretched, wrapping your dressing gown around you. Sauntering over to the kitchen you saw Mrs Hudson preparing a cup of tea and a plate of toast.
“Morning Mrs H!” You said causing the old woman to jump a little but then smile as she saw it was you.
“Good morning dear! How are you feeling today?” She asked stirring the milk into the tea.
“A little bit tired and sore, but I’ll survive.” You smiled, leaning against the doorframe. “Where are John and Sherlock?&rdq
Mycroft x Reader - Part 8 by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Mycroft x Reader - Part 8
You and John both returned to the flat in a taxi due to your current state. You both got out of the cab and you took John’s hand as you entered 221B. Your grip tightened on John’s hand as you climbed up the stairs to Sherlock’s flat, he wasn’t going to be happy.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” John reassured you, before opening the door to the flat. You walked in, you were expecting to hear a huge lecture from Sherlock but surprisingly he wasn’t there. You gave a sigh of relief, you couldn’t be doing with one of his lectures right now, you were far too tired. You plonked yourself down on th
Mycroft x Reader - Part 7 by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Mycroft x Reader - Part 7
You expected the man who had picked you up to be Lestrade, Sherlock or even John… how very wrong you were. Your eyes opened to find a pair of familiar greyish-blue eyes, that you were often mesmerized by or found yourself get lost in, full of concern and worry staring into yours.
“Mycroft!” You cried through your sobs, you were now crying so much that your vision was becoming a blur. “I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I should’ve listened to Sherlock but I didn’t and I- I… EVERYONE WILL HATE ME, SHERLOCK WILL HATE ME! INCLUDING YOU! YOU’LL NEVER WANT TO SPEAK TO ME AGAIN!” Mycrof
Mycroft x Reader - Part 5 by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Mycroft x Reader - Part 5
You and Sherlock were awoken by his mobile ringing; the two of you had fallen asleep only half way through the film. The both of you groaned sleepily, you moved away from Sherlock’s side and rubbed your eyes, yawning loudly.
“Hullo?” Sherlock said through a yawn, his eyes still half closed. You leaned your head on his side so you could listen to the conversation. From what you heard it was Lestrade, but it was hard to hear his exact words. Suddenly, Sherlock jumped right up, a huge smile appearing on his face. “I’ll be right there!” He rushed over to grab his coat and shoes; you followed him and started to
Mycroft x Reader - Part 4 by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Mycroft x Reader - Part 4
Giving a small wave and smile to the woman behind the desk you left the building, walking outside onto the very cold streets again. You began to smirk as you noticed that after you had kissed Mycroft’s cheek, he had blushed immediately, you felt almost satisfied with yourself for being able to do that. You suddenly saw a taxi in the distance so you stuck out your hand and it drove to a halt next to you.
“Where to love?” The taxi driver asked in his cockney accent.
“221B Baker Street, please.” You said as you climbed into the back of the taxi. And with that you both drove off to your destination.
The journey wa
Mycroft x Reader - Part 3 by Thorn-In-Her-Side, literature
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Mycroft x Reader - Part 3
You came to a large door with the initials M.H engraved onto a golden plaque. The woman left you as she quickly scurried away back to her desk. You stood behind the door for a moment, looking at your reflection in the golden plaque. After tidying your hair up, you knocked softly on the door and entered Mycroft’s office.
It was huge, it was like a living room, and it was very…him. There were large fascinating paintings on the wall and behind his large wooden desk stood large wooden bookcases with numerous different books in them. In the corner stood a small table which had a bottle of opened scotch on it. When you were walking in