Being Sherlock and Mycroft’s Little Sister Would Involve
Requested by anon
Petty arguments with Sherlock about “trivial things” as Mycroft says but as soon as Mycroft tells you two to “Stop acting like children” you and Sherlock would turn on him. You imitating Mycroft, Sherlock with a quick comeback.
You’d be as smart as Sherlock but a little more absent minded. Sometimes you’d notice things that he wouldn’t but wouldn’t mention it because Sherlock probably already noticed and you’d just annoy him. Sherlock would soon realise you noticed different things so would start asking you.
They would both be very protective older brothers. Mycroft would be exhausted worrying about you both but he would know that if you and Sherlock went missing together you’d be fine.
Buying Sherlock Pirate themed birthday gifts every year. He raises an eyebrow at you but can’t help smiling when no one’s looking.
Buying Mycroft a keychain with an umbrella on it.
Often showing up to wherever Mycroft or Sherlock are because you’re “bored” and “need supervision, don’t I brother mine?”
Moriarty would get an interest in you. At first only to get to Sherlock but he quickly realises you’re quite interesting yourself. You’d tease him, mainly just to annoy Sherlock and Mycroft. Mycroft would “forbid” you from seeing him but you’d just laugh, knowing that wouldn’t work.
Sherlock calling you once to ask you for advice with Jeanine or Irene. He hung up because you wouldn’t stop laughing for three whole minutes. “Are you quite finished?” ‘Yes, sorry I just-” You burst into laughter again and Sherlock gives up.
When you were younger you’d be trying constantly to get their attention. You’d have learnt what interests them and would use this to your advantage. When you were in your teens, you would put yourself in slightly dangerous situations to get their attention. This would annoy Mycroft but amuse Sherlock.
They’d call you to settle their arguments. You’d flip a coin and give them a quick answer when you were preoccupied.
Teasing them, and receiving the same in return.
Learning to fight with a normal umbrella (without the sword) just to annoy Mycroft. He thinks it’s quite impressive.
John would at first think you were Sherlock’s girlfriend, or Mrs Hudson’s grand daughter. You’d think this was hilarious but Sherlock would just roll his eyes and carry on with the previous topic.
Sherlock worrying about you when you call him to say you’re bored. He picks you up and takes you on a case, knowing what you tend to do when you get bored.
Lestrade would be impressed by you. He’d quite enjoy talking to you.
Even though Sherlock and Mycroft could be arrogant, petty and overprotective, you’d love them, and would be sure to remind them of this constantly (if only to make them uncomfortable).
“Come now Sherlock. You aren’t presently occupied. Besides,
we both know I’ve better things to do,” Mycroft reasoned.
“Fine,” Sherlock huffed. “But don’t get the idea that it’s
to help you. It’s just a convenient way to further my research is all.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, brother dear.” Mycroft
gave his tight-lipped smile. “Just get it done.”
“Mr. Holmes…” Both brothers turned toward the new voice. In
the doorway was a new assistant Sherlock hadn’t seen before. His eyes quickly
skimmed over your appearance. Like all of Mycroft’s previous assistants you
were in black designer clothing. Except unlike the others, your high heels were
reflective gold and probably cost more than the entire flat you were standing
in. Your makeup was pristine and meticulously done along with your waved hair.
Everything on you was designer from head to toe, including the phone you held
out in front of you. “Apologies, I meant Mr. Mycroft Holmes.”
“Is it who I think it is?” he asked turning to you.
“Afraid so,” you replied with a slight smile. He rolled his
eyes before taking the phone from your hand and stepping downstairs. You leaned
against the door frame and crossed your arms, awaiting the elder brother’s
“You’re new,” Sherlock stated. He stood in front of you and
you had to look up to meet his gaze.
“Just to you,” you replied.
“I’ve always wondered where Mycroft found all is assistants.
The real mystery though is where they go once he’s done with them.”
“An island in the middle of the Atlantic,” you replied
nonchalantly. “But that’s only if you don’t do well. It’s part of the job
orientation. They make you sail past it so you know what awaits you if your
late too many times.” Sherlock gave the slightest hint of a laugh.
“You’re an interesting one,” Sherlock began. “Very highly
educated for being so young. Fluent in 3 languages, not including English. Physically
fit, charismatic, and a natural leader. Your skills are wasted as an assistant.”
“You’re really keen on me being an assistant, aren’t you?”
you smirked. Sherlock squinted at you.
“Of course, you are what else would you be?” You smiled
innocently and shrugged your shoulders. “What’s your name?”
“What’s yours?” you asked.
“You know who I am,” he said, not a bit amused.
“Oh, someone’s confident,” you laughed. “I feel like I might
have seen you before. Maybe in the lonely hearts section of the newspaper. Or
the side of a milk carton.”
“I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he huffed. “And if you’ve seen me in
the newspaper it would be on the front cover.”
“Oh that’s right I’ve heard that name,” you said. “I never
really looked at you in the pictures. I was too distracted by the other man
your always with. The cute blonde one,” you said with a smirk. “Is he here? I’d
love a chance to get to know him.” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you. He wanted
to be annoyed with you but he couldn’t deny that your snarky attitude was
refreshing compared to the other dull people he usually conversed with. He
still didn’t like it though. Or more accurately, he didn’t like that he liked
“What’s your name?” he asked again.
“Your brother elects to call me Apollo,” you answered.
“Why would he do that?” Sherlock said confused.
“Because when you join Mycroft Holmes’s team you become so
important you get a code name,” you replied smiling. “And because I’m a sun
“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”
“That’s all I’m going to tell you,” you smiled.
“Anyway you’d tell me more?” You shrugged.
“Anything’s possible I suppose.”
“What if I took you to dinner?” You laughed.
“Please,” you scoffed. “You couldn’t afford me, sweetheart.”
“Aah,” Sherlock drawled. “High maintenance are you?”
“Oh you wouldn’t believe,” you said with an exaggerated hair
flip. Before Sherlock could press you for more information Mycroft returned. He handed
you the phone and turned his attention back to Sherlock.
“You’ve got three days, Sherlock. Three,” he emphasized.
“I’ll do it in one,” he said smugly. He looked at you and
you rolled your eyes. Mycroft looked between you and Sherlock and eyes lit up
with realization. He turned back to his brother.
“Like I said, just get it done.” He gave a forced smiled and
made his way downstairs with you following close behind. When you got to the
landing you stopped and turned back. Sherlock got excited, hoping for your
name, your number or… something. He smiled smugly and expectantly.
“Do tell that John I said hi,” you smiled. “And if he has
the time he can reach me through Mycroft.” Sherlock’s face fell and you laughed
before turning to rejoin his brother. He went to the window and watched as his
brother held the door open for you, something he’d never seen him do for
anyone. You must be more than an assistant. Or maybe just Mycroft’s new
Sherlock recounted the event later that evening with John.
“Wish I had been there,” he said. “I quite enjoy watching
people give you a hard time.”
“She was inquiring about you,” Sherlock said. John sat up
straighter and leaned forward a bit.
“She did,” Sherlock said irritated. “Though I don’t even
know why I’m telling you.”
“Well what did she say?” John asked. Sherlock rolled his
“She said she’d like to get to know you. And if you had
time, you can reach her though Mycroft.” John laughed and bit his thumb with a
“Yes really,” Sherlock said annoyed.
“Is she pretty?” John asked.
“Do you remember Anthea?”
“Oh yeah,” John said with a grin.
“Anthea’s hideous compared to her.”
John scrambled out of his chair and rushed into the kitchen
to grab he phone. He quickly punched in some numbers before grabbing his coat.
“Mycroft? Yeah it’s John… I was just talking to Sherlock…”
Sherlock didn’t get to hear how the rest of the conversation
went because before he knew it John was out the door hailing a cab. He huffed
and grabbed his violin. But before he could play a note his phone vibrated. It
was a text from Mycroft. All it said was “: )”. Sherlock threw the phone against
A/N: So this is the fic I was supposed to write, but ended up getting the two prompts confused. At the very least, both prompts were for Sherlock, so crisis averted. This was from anon for 51. Your soulmate’s current thoughts about you will show up on your skin for a short while.
Like most others who had yet to meet their soulmates, most of the thoughts that would decorate your skin every so often were questions. When you were younger, the thoughts your soulmate were currently having about you were simple things, like ‘I wonder what her favorite color is?’ and ‘Does she like dogs?’. One of your favorites, for a reason you couldn’t quite identify, came when you were about seven years old. ‘I hope she likes pirates, like Redbeard and I.’ appeared wrapped around your arm, so you had to twist it around several different angles to read the whole thing.
As you got older, your skin was less decorated with questions and more so with statements. ‘I’m sure you’re brilliant’ was one of the favorite things you had discovered on your skin as a teenager. It was often followed by ‘Mycroft is wrong about you’ - though it was never made clear who Mycroft was, exactly. Such a name wasn’t common, so if you found someone named Mycroft you could probably safely assume that he knew your soulmate.
Around the time you moved into London, you met John Watson. The two of you went out, once, before deciding that you were much better off as friends. It was during that one date that you met Sherlock Holmes. He was rude, snappish, and absolutely brilliant. You took a liking to him at once, much to John’s surprise. Not many of the women he had taken on dates had liked Sherlock, besides you. Perhaps even more surprising was the fact that you and Sherlock actually got along. It may have been because you were keen enough to keep up with most of his rambles, or the fact that you would often banter back and forth with him, but whatever the case, you liked Sherlock, and Sherlock, against all odds, liked you too.
“Back again, I see,” Sherlock quipped as you walked into the flat.
“It’s your natural charm, Sherlock,” You drawled. “Just can’t get enough. Where’s John?”
Jim would make it very clear to everyone (especially Sherlock) that you were his.
Anyone even remotely threatening to your safety wouldn’t get within ten metres of you.
Going out for extravagant, elegant dinners and dances when Jim had managed to clear a restaurant/location for the two of you. These dates would all be last minute so Jim would supply you with suitable attire.
“If someone pulls up in a car next to you, you must not get in, alright?” This backfires on him later when he picks you up and you ignore him just to annoy him. “(Y/n), get in the fucking car.”
Even though he would be possessive, it would be sort of behind the scenes possession. As in he would tell you you could do whatever you wanted but would keep an eye on you. If he wanted you in a specific place or to spend time with him he would someone manipulate you into doing so.
Calling him Queen or King.
He would call you “Kitten” or “Jewel”
Sherlock would finally meet you when Jim sent you to 221b on a “diplomatic mission”. Really, it would be an exercise of Jim’s power, showing Sherlock that even in his own flat, no harm would come to you.
Sherlock would find you quite fascinating because you hadn’t bored Jim, which seemed unusual.
You would just smile slyly as Sherlock tried to deduce you, (this would annoy Sherlock even more).
Jim would kiss you with a lot of force. It would be exciting yet terrifying.
Whenever you made a sarcastic remark to Jim he would imitate you, “Oh I’m outsmarting my boyfriend ohh” You’d laugh, sticking your tongue out at him. Jim would smirk, asking you if you wanted to put that tongue to better use. (Depending on his mood he may just pull out a lollipop.)
He would buy you a crown.
Jim would enjoy making you tea for some reason. Whenever you had to buy him a gift you’d get him fancy tea cups.
When he was in a rage and smashing things he would usually hesitate to smash the teacups you gave him. This hesitation would cause him to calm down slightly.
Hey ! Let’s take a little break from writing about the batfam and give Sherlock some love. So here, number 44. “EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN” for @whovianayesha, it wasn’t an easy story to write, I hope I didn’t mess it too much, like I hope the characters are not totally out of character, like that it’s not just PLAIN FUCKING BAD and that you’ll like it :s :
John and Mary Watson enter yours and Sherlock’s shared apartment, and discover you laughing loudly on John’s ex-chair, in front of a very confused Mrs. Hudson.
Your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes, is no where to be seen.
John, being the genius detective best friends understands immediately what was going on, and isn’t able to hold a little chuckle in, under the curious gaze of his wife.
Mary turns to Mrs. Hudson with a questioning look, and the older lady answers :
-I’m not sure what happened. They were being cute in the living room. He was trying to solve a case, sitting on the floor in front of her, she was playing with his hair oh it was so cute you should have seen it ! …And then all of a sudden, he stood up, quite annoyed, and left to go lock himself in his bedroom and she has been laughing ever since ! That happened over half an hour ago !
John smiles at the confused landlord, and approaches you. He lays a hand on your shoulder, and finally, you notice him. Your laughter finally subsides, and you look at everyone in the room.
-Oh hey guys. How long have you been there ?
-Mrs. Hudson, since half an hour apparently, us ? Only a few minutes.
You smile mischievously and none of them can stop themselves from smiling back at you. Before Mary can asks further questions, because she’s still quite…disconcerted as to what is going on, John continues :
-Did you say it again ?
-I have no idea what you’re talking about John.
-Oh come on, was he stuck on a case ? And you said it right ?
Your smile broadens even more, turning almost sly, and in a breath you say :
-What was it this time ? How did you annoy him ?
-Yup. Puns. Terrible one at that.
And without any warning, you start to chuckle lowly, but it rapidly turns into a full on laughter !
A/N: Alright, I have a Sherlock imagine here that was requested by @awesomemikaus:
When Sherlock have a relationship with the reader and he really loves her. But one day Mycroft tells the reader, that she IS not worthy of his brother, or he never really loves her, that she was only a experiment, something like that (in his way of protecting his little brother) the reader believes him. Mycroft tells Sherlock that she died in an accident. One day they reunite in a crime scene, Sherlock knows the truth, and she IS still hurt. Happy endings please
I hope you guys enjoy!
You flopped down on the couch, exhausted after a case. Sherlock had prowled off somewhere, and John had disappeared into the bathroom, presumably for a shower. You were prepared to take a nice long nap, after running on no sleep for two straight days, and just when you found yourself dozing off, your cell phone rang. Groaning, you groped around with a hand until you found it, and sighed upon seeing the caller ID. It was your old coworker, back when you were in America and worked for the CIA. You had been declining his calls for days, but decided to finally answer and see what he wanted.
“Y/L/N,” You answered out of habit. “What do you want, Willis?”
“Why have you been ignoring my calls?” He demanded.
“Well, nice to talk to you too,” You said sarcastically. “I left five years ago, what could you possibly want?”
“I need you,” He said.
“Not going to happen,” You responded instantly. “I’m out. I’m not even in America anymore, though I’m sure you know that. I’m in a good place, Willis, there’s no way in hell I’m coming back in.”
“Three agents have died in the past two months,” Willis said. You could hear the pleading edge to his voice. “You knew two of them. Look, it wouldn’t be permanent, just for a few months until I can get replacements.”
You gave a soft sigh. “Willis, I’m sorry. The answer is still no, you’re just going to have to find someone else in the mean time.”
“Alright.” He seemed to realize there was no point in arguing. “Call me if you change your mind.”
“Hey, Willis,” You said before he hung up. The open air indicated he was still listening. “Be careful out there.”
He gave a wry laugh. “I’ll try.”
Sherlock was sitting in his chair when you hung up. “So you finally answered the phone call?”
“Yeah,” You said, pursing your lips and staring at the ceiling. “Just my past coming back to haunt me.”