Every time I think they’re starting to go away, they just hit me full force again.
Say what you will about S4, it was a huge gift to Mycroft fans and to fans of his relationship with Sherlock.
We’ve known for a while how much Mycroft cares about Sherlock (even if he doesn’t always make the smartest decisions there) but to see a little bit of Sherlock caring about Mycroft…It was so wonderful.
Platonically speaking, theirs has always been my favorite relationship on the show.
So I’ve been asked to make a rec list for some Sherlock/Mycroft fics featuring plenty of angst and not too much time spent on their childhoods. This is the result! I won’t claim it’s a definitive list, but it’s hopefully got a good range of longer character studies and shorter pornier one-shots with lots of feels along the way. Do take note of tags for warnings.
“Season three, Holmescest style! Fifteen months
in Mycroft and Sherlock’s lives - from Serbia to London, from John’s
wedding to the tarmac, a lot of sex, desire, need and sacrifice…
because that’s what people do.”
Does what it says on the tin, with a good helping of angst along the way. “Sherlock is his one weakness, and eventually he will be his fatal one, Mycroft has always known that.“
“The first time it happened was an accident. Well, as far as purposefully
drugging your older brother and then purposefully violating him whilst
he slept could be called an accident, at any rate. All Sherlock could
say with certainty is that he had not planned to molest Mycroft. That had to count for something, surely?“
Along at the far end of one-sided Holmescest fics are things like this; involving a Sherlock who can’t seem to resist pushing things too far. Cue non-consensual somnophilia.
“Once, Sherlock would have brushed off the events which had culminated
in his impromptu swim in the Thames as in aid of catching Moriarty-
then again, he had once found Moriarty diverting. It was only now, with
Mycroft’s sleeves rolled up around his elbows, his tie loose and his
eyes burning, that Sherlock recalled how much better than anything Jim
Moriarty could provide- how much better than anything anyone could
provide- it was to have Mycroft’s full attention.”
I love this exchange between them - “You madden me”/”You undo me”. That’s their relationship in a nutshell.
“Since he returned from Serbia, Sherlock has been on the constant verge
of a nervous breakdown. Mycroft is the only one that notices and tries
to get him some help. It’s a long road to anything resembling recovery.
On the way, Sherlock realizes that the thing he really needed might have
been right in front of him his whole life.”
Series three with a wonderful exploration of PTSD and a lot of conflicted pining from Sherlock.
“Mycroft blinked, open-mouthed and gasping, partially from the pain but
mostly from surprise. He’d forgotten how strong Sherlock was when he was
like this; how violent. He should have been terrified. His expression
almost certainly read that way to John—a small blessing, really. The
rush of adrenaline hit his bloodstream in the same way he imagined the
cocaine hit Sherlock’s.”
In which Mycroft coerces Sherlock into a rather different ending to the arm-twisting scene from HLV.
“Sometimes Mycroft has a little brother. Other times, he has a little
sister. He loves Sherlock unconditionally, but that doesn’t always make
things easy. Snapshots of Sherlock and Mycroft’s life every three years
from childhood up through canon.“
Holmescest featuring a genderfluid Sherlock. As the fic starts from childhood there is some kidlock but it’s mostly adult characters.
“John realizes that Sherlock’s not as asexual (nor as available) as he
had always believed. Through a series of near misses and privacy
invasions, he is forced to come to terms with own feelings for his
flatmate, as well as to redefine what he really means when he says,
“it’s all fine."“
A outsider’s perspective on a complicated relationship.
Imagine if Jim had played the game with Mycroft instead and Mycroft had been the one to jump. Sherlock having to attend Mycroft’s funeral, of course he wouldn’t be told the truth, partially because he might give up the secret but also because deep down Mycroft is pretty sure Sherlock might be happier this way and he’s to scared to see his disappointment if he learns that Mycroft is okay.
So Mycroft sticks to the shadows and Sherlock keeps up a stoic expression during the ceremony, and John’s there comforting him gently, but when he gets home Sherlock locks himself in his room and insists that he’s okay whenever John asks but when he’s sure no one can hear he lets himself sob into his pillow as his world crumbles around him. Mycroft had no one to perform his fall for, he had no one to call to say goodbye. When Jim tore him apart everyone turned on him without a thought because that’s how Mycroft’s work was. But Sherlock always holds out hope because he knows Mycroft best.
When Mycroft returns, he doesn’t have the dramatic flair Sherlock would have of course. He doesn’t want to cause a scene, so he shows up one evening at Baker Street to find Sherlock sprawled across the sofa in his pajamas, plucking discordantly at his violin. Sherlock’s unfocused eyes catch the movement by the door and for several moments he’s too lazy to look up or deduce who it is, but when he hears that voice.
“Oh Sherlock… look at the mess you’ve made…” and suddenly his body twists violently to get a good look, just to double check, and his heart is pounding and he feels sick. He wants to have an outburst like John would have had Sherlock been in Mycroft’s place, but instead he bottles it up and responds curtly, telling Mycroft to get out since he doesn’t have any biscuits for him to stuff into his fat face, but when Mycroft does leave, Sherlock can only think about how much he misses him and wishes he was back, and countless times he types up what he wants to say and quickly deletes it, but eventually he gives in and goes to Mycroft’s house and tells him about how betrayed he’s feeling and how much he missed him and how much he loves him. By the end of his rant he feels like a foolish child again and he’s scared Mycroft will scold him for being so emotional but Mycroft’s stern expression wavers and he opens his arms for a hug and Sherlock falls into them and it feels like coming home, finally, after these long years.
“Ew, they are brothers!” “How can you ship twins?” “They are blood-related, it’s disgusting, you perv!” “Stop the shipping already!”
First of all, shippers gonna ship. It doesn’t matter if it’s a potato and a dragon, so chill. Enough of shaming people’s ships. It’s ridicule, it’s immature as fuck.
Second, Aki and Shima are handsome and hot characters, have a goddamn interesting ying/yang personality, their dynamics have so much potential and, yes - siblings or not - I would ship them like Fedex. I would ship Thor and Loki even in they were blood-related bros, for the same reasons. I ship Faramir and Boromir, for the same reasons. I ship Sherlock and Mycroft, for the same reasons. And so on.
Third, although the Westermarck effect pales in comparison to the social pressure against incest that is instilled in culture, by definition, it does includes half-siblings, foster siblings AND adopted siblings, so… why aren’t you complaining about it, since Haru and Ren are the main pairing in the story?
You’re watching a show about two persons, unrelated by blood, but yet brothers by chance, choice and through legal sanction. Don’t fool yourself: you are watching incest. Take a closer look.
Haru and Ren are the CLOSEST FAMILY members interacting in this anime, they’ve embraced their honest and deep brotherly love, but also have to deal with the physical atraction, the intermittent guilt, the moral conflict and the erotic frustration they can’t help but feel for each other. So, in their case, the Westermarck factor failed. It happens. In real life too. A lot.
Fourth, if you haven’t read the manga, go immediately. There you’ll have a few canonical hints: if it wasn’t for Ren showing up in Haru’s life, he would probably delve into his needy and clingy behaviour towards Shima or Aki, or even Natsuo, his half-cousin, because he desperately seeks for family bond/affection/validation. Aki and Shima used to be extremely jealous and attached to Haru and, coincidence or not, at some point it’s stated that their relationship with women/girls use to be short-lived and superficial.
With Ren, it happened that their codependence got so strong to the point of symbiosis and sensuality. So far as the mangaka tells us, Haru doesn’t seem to be able (self-sabotage? afraid to leave his comfort zone?) to form a stable emotional or romantic connection with people outside his family environment.
Does that mean Haru, Aki and Shima would eventually engage in a
incestual love triangle? How the hell would I know? It’s up to the reader’s imagination only.
And, last but not least, have I said that shippers gonna ship? Good. Please, stop the ship war in the Super Lovers fandom. In any fandom.
I’ve been asked for Holmescest recs on several different topics lately, and along the way I came across other fics that didn’t fit the ask but I would have liked to include. So I’ve put together this rather random selection of recs instead - it includes fics ranging from missing scenes to AUs, from outright porntastic to merely implied. Hopefully you might find something new, or rediscover an old favourite!
If you’re comfortable skipping the tags then you’ll get more from the twist towards the end. This begins a few minutes into The Empty Hearse but then veers off; a returned Sherlock is pining for John, while Mycroft hungers for Sherlock.
“Sherlock had estimated it would take Mycroft an entire day to figure out what had happened between he and John. A lack of cameras in the flat combined with a crisis in the Middle East insured that the British Government would be too busy to take immediate notice of the dalliances of his little brother.”
An Omegaverse fic, where omega!Sherlock has previously persuaded a reluctant Alpha!Mycroft to take care of his heats but Mycroft has refused to bond with him. Finally Sherlock has decided to force his big brother’s hand by manipulating Alpha!John into sleeping with him. Fireworks (very hot fireworks) result.
“Missing scene from A Scandal in Belgravia. Sherlock wasn’t equipped to deal with this: the hurt, the anger, and whatever softer feelings had provoked them.”
This fic explores a verse where there is a D/s aspect to their relationship, but it’s not (usually) about sex - at least not for Sherlock. But the events of ASiB push things further than they’ve gone before, for different reasons.
This fic involves animal play, which is really not my usual sort of thing, but I find this example quietly compelling. Essentially, Sherlock likes to spend time as a cat, and Mycroft enjoys spending time with his brother as a cat. The last line in particular is a fave for me: “The look in his eyes might even have been affection, though, of course, that was always impossible to tell in cats.” That’s the Holmes boys for you.
Victorian AU. Sherlock has gone missing and Mycroft is forced to set out himself to find him, unable to trust his own men with such a delicate case, following a long trail of clues that all point to the impossible survival of Sherlock’s greatest foe. Surely this is an act of revenge by Professor Moriarty and he must hurry before Sherlock perishes, but as Mycroft’s investigation leads him ever closer to the treacherous Reichenbach Falls, he begins to unearth information that Moriarty may not be the threat, but one of the victims. Is he capable of rescuing them both in time?
It had been a couple of weeks since Eurus had been returned to Sherrinford, but Mycroft was still having trouble sleeping at night. Occasionally Detective Inspector Lestrade would call him or stop by his office to see how he was doing. Mycroft always told him the same thing: he was fine and really didn’t need to worry. It was a lie, of course, but Lestrade, while he was an above average cop, did not have the extreme deductive reasoning skills the Holmes siblings had.
The truth was that every time Mycroft closed his eyes he relived the events of Eurus’ game-planned with the help of Moriarty. Mycroft had given her those five minutes with Moriarty. Everything that had happened five years later had been his fault. People had died because of the secret he had kept. If he could go back and change the way he had handled everything…but he couldn’t go back, could he?
Tonight, like almost every night, Mycroft had no plans. He had poured himself a glass of wine and was currently sitting by his fireplace-a nice blaze roaring in it. Despite it being a relatively warm night, accompanying his sleepless nights were the chills. He could be strong during the day but at night he could allow himself to reflect about recent events, although Mycroft never allowed himself to completely break down. Perhaps that was what he needed to do to move on but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Kid Mycroft racing to get to ballet class on time with his bag bouncing on his back and little Sherlock on his shoulders giggling loudly
They’re older and they run together and Sherlock is faster because he’s not carrying their bag and he’s yelling back at Mycroft that he’s a slowpoke and should exercise more to be able to keep up
Sherlock and Mycroft walking together to class in comfortable silence, both observing the world with bright eyes, occasionally mentioning their deductions to one another
Mycroft wrapping an arm around Sherlock as they walk home because Sherlock failed an audition and he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s crying
Mycroft and Sherlock landing the main roles of a production and hurrying to practice because they’re so excited
Mycroft and Sherlock preparing for the final night of their production, ending just before Mycroft leaves for university, not speaking about how this will be the last time they dance on a stage, possibly the last time they dance together in a long time, just sitting side by side on the edge of the stage once they’re dressed and stretched, feeling the heat of the lights and listening to the orchestra warm up