“I’ll bring you home, little brother…”

So The Abominable Bride had a lot of brotherly feels and inspired me to draw this series - 3 times Mycroft carried Sherlock, I might call it? I indulged in cuteness, angst, and some punk in between! Was gonna pair each scene with a ficlet, to sorta explain my derived headcanons, but I’ll just leave the visual details to your own imaginings! 

(My Art Tag) Please DO NOT repost(?) or display my work anywhere else without my permission, thank you. (edit: watermarks added, was remiss of me to not have them originally, sigh…)

but if sherlock went to hogwarts, you bet he and mcgonagall had the biggest love/hate relationship

she sets him detention at least three times a week because he says things like “you’re a waste of oxygen” to some first year that makes him drop his books on accident in the corridor or because he almost blows up her classroom when he gets bored and he starts casting dangerous, explosive spells when he finishes his work

regardless of all this, she does everything and anything to advance him to a fifth year transfiguration class because he keeps whinging about how bloody easy this third year work is and that he’s not an idiot and his brain cells are decreasing in numbers as he hears this kid next to him trying to complete the task he finished a half hour ago

and sometimes sherlock just creeps down from the ravenclaw tower at like three in the fucking morning just to knock at her door and wave around evidence, because hah! i fucking told you there was a flaw in this technique! and mcgo knows she should give him detention for being out past curfew but she’s just too busy trying to hide her pride and fussing over the fact that he hasn’t slept for the last two days

and because mcgonagall bumped sherlock up to fifth year transfig, he gets seated at the back of her class with gryffindor team captain john watson, who mcgonagall is fond of, too, but not nearly as much as she’s fond of sherlock

and she knows he and sherlock will get along and she needs sherlock to befriend someone responsible like john watson, someone that will tell him to slow down when he’s racing ahead far too fast for even his brain to handle, someone to nag at him to eat a proper meal every once in a while and chide him to sleep somewhat regularly. and she’s just concerned for sherlock because for the three years he’s been there, he’s never seemed to have made any proper friends, and he’s been going through this entire “i’m a high functioning sociopath” phase (it’s NOT a phase, professor! it’s who i am!)

and john and sherlock get along wonderfully, and soon it’s almost as if they’re one person. mcgonagall is pleased when she finds out they’ve become inseparable and even more so when the news starts to spread like wildfire: john watson and sherlock holmes are dating

and everyone claims that mycroft holmes was their favourite, when they’re all a tad older and mycroft’s minister for magic and sherlock’s a consulting auror and john his partner in crime and an excellent healer, but mcgonagall is firm with her preference for sherlock holmes, ever since that arrogant boy sat down in her class and challenged her knowledge of her own subject

and years later, she’s the very first person sherlock puts on the guest list for his and john’s wedding, because god knows how much she’s done for him

just mcgonagall loving a kid as much as she loved the marauders, and that kid driving her mad and that kid being sherlock holmes dammit

First Words
  • Percabeth's kid: Sah-
  • Percy: Annabeth! She's going to speak! Come on quickly!!!
  • Annabeth: Wait really?
  • Percabeth's kid: Saah-
  • Percy: What are you going to say? Sally?
  • Annabeth: Percy! Stop interrupting her! And it's Grandma sweetheart
  • Percabeth kid: Sse-
  • Percy: Sweetheart?? Seaweed Brain??Sherlock??
  • Percabeth kid: Spe-
  • Percy: .....Speedos?
  • Percabeth's kid: Spi-
  • Percy: Spying?? Spelling??
  • Percy:
  • Annabeth: *beaming proudly* *picks her up and pats her head*
  • Percy:
the truth, still too late
  • sherlock: john, there's something i should say, i've meant to say it always, and i never have. since it is unlikely that we will ever meet again, i might as well say it now.
  • john:
  • sherlock: sherlock is actually a girl's name.
  • john:
  • john:
  • sherlock: really? not even a chuckle?
  • john:
  • john: are you kidding me?
  • sherlock: yes, of course, i figured you would've gotten that.
  • sherlock: um
  • sherlock: what?
  • john: what?
  • sherlock: what did you just say?
  • john: nothing.
  • john: absolutely nothing.
  • sherlock: you-
  • john: stop.
  • sherlock: love me?
  • john: *hugs sherlock* a little.

Dreams are made of bubbles 

John Watson is a special boy. While asleep he walks among people’s dreams, shiny soap bubbles. During one of his adventures he meets Captain Holmes the Pirate and his Teddy Bears crew, with First Official Panda Lestrade and Doctor Bunny Molly

Apparently, Sherlock’s dreams are very interesting, very funny and also very dangerous. And I said danger and here you are.

Young Mycroft : Can you not stand so close to me? You’re making me claustrophobic.

Kid Eurus : What does claustrophobic mean?

Kid Sherlock : It means he’s afraid of Santa Claus.

Eurus : (looking slyly at Mycroft) HO HO HO!!!

Sherlock : (biting a grin) Stop it Eurus, you’re scaring him!

New Family - Requested

Requested by @tanovic54321 :  Can u do a fluff Sherlock imagine where his gf accompanies him to a family thing & she brings her sons for the first time his family (& him)meet them & slowly people realizes that the two little boys are tiny versions of Sherlock & Mycroft?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1,169

Warnings: This is mostly focused on the kids.

A/N: As someone who has lived this kind of situation (as in the kid’s point of view) I figured it would be too much to have many people there, so I reduced it a bit.


It was a big step – a huge step, more likely – for Sherlock and (Y/N)’s relationship. They never expected to get that far and so they decided to keep the kids out of it.

She had two young boys, smart and sympathetic, highly functional kids. Sherlock knew about them and even liked them in spite of having met them only two or three times maximum.

“Are you sure about this?” She stuttered. They were outside her home and the kids were inside. Sherlock wanted to take them all to a family thing.

“Of course I’m sure,” Sherlock assured, acting offended by the question. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

“I’m sure the correct word is ‘surer’, Sher.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“Surer sounds stupid.” Sherlock beamed, “Now call the boys and let’s go.”

(Y/N) hesitated but eventually called them. Sherlock noticed how the oldest one was clearly bigger than the other, not only in height but also he was chubbier. The younger one had a curly mess on his head, and he seemed to be skinnier and shyer.

“Michael, Shepherd, remember Mister Holmes?” (Y/N) asked as she pushed the two boys out.

“How do you do?” They both asked in mechanical voices.

“Nice to see you again, lads.” Sherlock greeted back.

“Mommy, is he going to take us to jail?” Shepherd, the younger, inquired.

“No, not at all,” Sherlock replied.

“Obviously,” Michael snapped, “he only takes criminals to jail. If you knew how to properly read, you’d know.”

“Enough, Michael.” (Y/N) warned. The kid shut his mouth but he kept the superiority pose.

“Where are we going, Mister Holmes?” Shepherd continued.

“I’m taking you to my country house to meet my parents and my brother,” Sherlock explained calmly.

“Why?” Shepherd asked.

“Because he’s mommy’s new boyfriend!” Michael huffed.

Shepherd gasped and tried to act surprised. Before (Y/N) could reply, Shep punched Michael’s arm.

“We had to keep it secret!” Shepherd cried.

“Enough!” (Y/N) split them. “Are you sure you want to take them?”

Sherlock giggled warmly. “Yes, my mother will love them.”

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Sleeping Sherly

Request~ Sherlock talking in his sleep while the reader and John are sitting in the room (Sherlock x reader). Headcanon 

To the anon that requested this: I really enjoyed writing this! I’m not sure this is entirely what you wanted, but I hope you like it! 

Originally posted by inikoline

  • Sherlock almost never slept, so when he did manage doze off you and John did everything you could to avoid waking him. 
  • Which included, but was not limited to, simply leaving the flat whenever possible, telling Mrs. Hudson that you all didn’t need anything and asking her to stay quiet nearby, and communicating strictly through notes tossed at one another. 
  • After a particularly difficult and exhausting case, all three of you crashed -  you had made it back to your flat 221C, and John had made it back to his bedroom, but Sherlock had passed out in his chair. Thankfully, he had managed to change into his pajamas though. 
  • So when you stepped into 221B in the morning, hoping to steal some coffee from the boys, you weren’t surprised to see Sherlock still sleeping. You still felt tired yourself, but your body had refused to let you sleep all day. You’d definitely be going to bed early tonight though. 
  • You found John in the kitchen, already preparing coffee, two mugs on the counter. He offered you a knowing smile, handing you a mug once they were poured. 
  • The two of you went about your day silently - John typing up his blog article for the most recent case, and you researching possible new cases for when Sherlock woke up and was bored again. The two of you tossing paper balls of notes back and forth when you were bored of staring at your screens. 
  • It was around noon that the silence was broken with a voice, albeit a mumbling and gravelly voice speaking words that neither of you could make out. You and John both looked over at the consulting detective curiously, ready to say hello, but you soon realized that he was still asleep. 
  • Sherlock very rarely talked in his sleep, but it did happen on occasion. Usually when he had a lot of things on his mind. Like when the whole Moriarty business was still going on, you often caught him grumbling about the consulting criminal. 
    • “Moriarty… Cabby… Molly, gay… Attractive… James Moriarty… Crown.” 
  • Or when he came back from the dead and Mary was suddenly in the picture. 
    • “Mary… Cat… Only child… Appendix… Engaged, John…. Liar.” 
  • Or when it was just a few days from the wedding, and he was slightly stressed about his best man speech. 
    • “John… Wedding… Mary… Baby… No. John… Doc-… Soldier… Brave… Cabby case. Bullet… Soon Husband… Best mate.”
  • But you were surprised he was mumbling now. You’d just finished a case, surely he wasn’t thinking of more work yet… Who were you kidding, it was Sherlock. 
  • John tossed a fresh note to you, hitting you in the temple. You glared playfully at him as he tried not to laugh. You opened the paper as quietly as you could. Listen to him. I don’t think this is work-related. 
  • You raised an eyebrow curiously, leaning forward on the couch to better hear. 
  • At first you still couldn’t make out any words, just soft whimpers. Your eyebrows furrowed. Was this a nightmare? 
  • “No, don’t… Don’t hurt her… I’m the one- the one you want… Don’t… Y/N! No!… Y/N…” 
  • You and John both raised your eyebrows, staring at each other with concern and shock. 
  • John motioned for you to go to Sherlock, quietly walking out of the flat and down to Mrs. Hudson. You knew John wanted you talk to Sherlock. John knew of your feelings for the consulting detective. He was hoping that maybe, finally, something would happen between you two. 
  • You moved from your spot on the couch after John left, stopping beside Sherlock’s armchair and falling to your knees. You gently ran a hand threw Sherlock’s curls, noting how they were starting to stick to his forehead as beads of sweat started to form and a look of clear distress broke out on the man’s face. 
  • Your other hand gripped his arm tightly, giving it a shake. 
  • “Sherlock, wake up. Sherlock! Sherlock, it’s me. Sherl… Sherlock, please wake up. Sherl!” 
  • After a few attempts, the detective finally woke, eyes wild and breathing labored. It took him a few moments to process that it had all been a dream. Just a dream. You were safe. You were right beside him, looking worried, but you were safe. 
  • After a few shaky breathes, he finally relaxed, falling back against the chair and gripping your hand tightly in his. 
  • You offered him a small smile, standing to sit on the arm of the chair and resting your intwined hands on your lap. Your other hand still grazing his curls softly. 
  • “Want to talk about it?” 
  • Sherlock shook his head no. 
  • “Sounded like a nightmare.” 
  • “…” 
  • “You said my name… Was I in danger?” 
  • He did squeeze your hand tighter. 
  • “Sherl… I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
  • “…” 
  • “And if, God forbid, something ever happened to me, I’d be safe. Believe me.” 
  • Sherlock finally looked up at you, furrowing his brows and opening his mouth to question you. 
  • But you cut him off. 
  • “I’d be safe because I have you. And John. I’d be safe because I’m a smart woman. John’s taught me how to defend myself. You’ve taught me how to outsmart everyone around me. And… And I know you’d do everything in your power to come save. I fully believe that you would find me before anything terrible happened. I believe in you, Sherlock.” 
  • Sherlock didn’t know what to say to any of that. The idea of you being taken, the idea of anything bad happening to you, made him feel sick to his stomach. It made his heart race. It made his thoughts blur. He never wanted to lose you. And his mind (well at least his limbic system) was yelling the obvious at him, trying to tell him why he felt all these things. Trying to get him to act. 
  • For once he listened and acted instead of talked. 
  • His hand released the death grip he had on yours, wrapped gently around the back of your neck and pulled you down to him. His lips ghosting over yours for a brief second, a moment of uncertainty, before closing the distance. 
  • He was trying to show you everything he felt. He wasn’t the best with feelings. He didn’t know how to communicate what he felt for you. He didn’t know how to verbalize it. So he went strictly on instinct, kissing you with everything he had. 
  • You completely melted into his, sliding from the arm of the chair to his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, one hand still in his black curls. You’d waited so long for this. You never knew he felt this way about you. But you were so incredibly glad he returned your feelings. 
  • Eventually you two broke apart, panting slightly to catch your breath, your foreheads resting against each other. 
  • “I will always find you, Y/N. I- I love you.” 
  • “I love you too, Sherlock. I’m not going anywhere.”