Brother, Annoying Brother - Request
Requested by anon: A Sherlock x reader where Sherlock is inlove with the reader, but wouldn’t admit it. Mycroft knows about it and makes Sherlock jealous by flirting with the reader. So he would confess. They’re working on a case with mycroft
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 1,312
A/N: I loved writing this.
with Mycroft was never ever part of the plan. He wasn’t a ninja, a field
soldier, or a detective; Mycroft was the kind of man to order whatever he
needed via mobile and get in on a silver platter, and that was one of the
things that frustrated Sherlock the most.
“You’re ruining the case!” Sherlock fumed. He loved searching for clues, and doing his own research and Mycroft had gotten all of the information with just one phone call.
“No, I solved half of it quickly. It’s called being efficient.” Mycroft replied bitterly.
“Boys…” (Y/N) called their attention as she appeared at the door with a letter in hand.
“What is it, (Y/N)?” Sherlock asked and Mycroft was surprised by the soft tone he had used; completely different to the one used against him two seconds before.
“A man gave me this for you, Sher.” She explained, handing the letter to him. Sherlock instantly recognized it as a clue from the criminal they were after.
“Did he hurt you? Did he say anything at all? How does he look like?” Sherlock inquired as a preoccupied look invaded his gaze; Mycroft took the letter off his brother’s hands, but was too focused on Sherlock’s behaviour.
“I’m fine; I don’t think that’s your criminal.” She said, softly. Mycroft noticed how their eyes were strictly staring into the other’s eyes like there was nothing else around. “More like a messenger.”
“You’re right.” Sherlock nodded, clearing his throat and returning to his usual superiority posture. He took the letter off Mycroft’s hands and analysed it carefully.
(Y/N) excused herself a few minutes after, claiming that she had plans with Mrs. Hudson and Mary. Mycroft used it for his advantage, making sure to give his little brother the most obvious and annoying knowing look the world has ever seen.
“What?” Sherlock groaned angrily.
“You fancy her.” Mycroft observed.
“Of course I fancy her, she’s a good friend.” Sherlock rolled his eyes.
“No, you fancy her like more than a friend.” Sherlock froze for a second but ignored his brother. “I’m not saying that I understand because I’ve never been a man of too many feelings, but you… You were always a sentimental.”
“Shut up, I’m working.” Sherlock ordered as he continued to analyse the pictures the forensic department had sent him.