I don’t really like the idea of any of my ships being canon, actually. I like to imagine and pretend and get all into the fangirl self when they do something subtle
Canon sort of takes the emotion away, at least for me.
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.
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.
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.
I have a headcanon that Mycroft was turned down by MI6 when he first graduated, but they approached Sherlock in his final year at university. Sherlock refused the job because he knew how much it had hurt Mycroft not to get it. They never spoke about it, and Sherlock still doesn’t know whether Mycroft is aware of his decision.
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?