I am seriously torn on my own headcanon

was Mycroft and Sherlock’s father an abusive drunk

a strict, cold man who didn’t have time for them

or a man who desperately wanted to understand his special sons, but had no idea how to reach out to them and made a lot of mistakes?

what do you guys think?

Just imagine a little Sherlock pissing off his older brother

TRICK OR TREAT, THEN

Sherlock had clearly enjoyed himself.

Mycroft sighed as he finished wiping the chocolate off of Sherlock’s arms. Kids that young, especially kids like him, should not go trick-or-treating. He had pulled from Mycroft’s grasp about halfway and sprinted away, leaving him behind in the crowded streets full of children and adults alike. Mycroft had been too slow to catch him.

He found him with a group of older kids much later, rustling through his bag and smearing chocolates all over his arms. The others looked dumbfounded. Mycroft had promptly yanked Sherlock away and marched him home.

“I’m out of chocolate,” Sherlock complained once Mycroft rinsed the rag. “Stupid chocolate.”

In the mood for fluffy, warm and fuzzy feelings, adorable Holmes brothers kidfic. I’m in a nostalgic mood since my big brother’s coming for graduation. Any suggestions or rec list?

too many fries on my dash. stop it.

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