Live a life less ordinary

I'm also @honeybeebatch on Instagram, twitter and AO3 (and fanfiction.net too), author of Ideal Father and lover of Mycroft Holmes.

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I don’t like facial hair at all it’s just not my thing but Martin Freeman with stubble makes my knees weak.

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Will they ever stop being perfect???

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Mesmerising

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I had a dream that I was in a relationship with both Holmes brothers, it was pretty darn wild. I’m not sure I should say more.

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Sherlock worrying about mycroft, it’s nice when the shoe is on the other foot.

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Can we just imagine that this is a photo shoot for Sherlock’s website and Johns like “you should smile, it will make you seem more approachable” and Sherlock just flat out refuses. “This is a stupid idea and the last thing I need is approachability.” Until John tells him to behave and smile for the damn picture, it doesn’t work but it’s their first pictures together and they both secretly cherish them.

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New Mark Gatiss as Mycroft Holmes Edit - from the New pic here (x) -

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It really annoys me that he’s in the wrong suit

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Mark Gatiss as Mycroft Holmes in BBC Sherlock…

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I was going to write something really poetic here but goddamn it this is the moment Mycroft realises he is screwed and probably going to be killed my a bloody clown. How mundane. How ordinary. How humiliating.

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Do you think Mycroft will ever find his SO? Could he accept love if it came into his life?

Given the unlikely ways Mycroft’s life has been molded by his own hand  in order to accommodate his siblings terror and misfortunes I would not doubt that Mycroft could indeed run across his  prefect match (as stranger things have happened throughout the series) however it would be a grave matter of debate on whether or not Mycroft could accept them into his life.

Mycroft runs a barely functioning ship that relies on favors and strings attached to normally mundane, if not powerful people around the world. All it takes is for one of them not to care about the dirt Mycroft may have on them to sink it entirely and yank his anonymity away for the general public to see.

He thrives on that anonymity and as Sherlock has stated before Mycroft has (indirectly) killed plenty of people through his line of work whether it was to cover up for Eurus or for himself (Sherlock).

Adding a spouse to the fold may not only complicate Mycroft’s sea of connections by presenting an easy mark for information that they can weasel out of them or worse a bargaining chip.

This of course does not take into account that Mycroft for the most part does not believe that he can be truly “happy.”

Ever the realistic sibling with only a touch of idealism (a more manageable twist versus the ever realistic and methodical Eurus or the idealistic and logical Sherlock) Mycroft has come to the conclusion that while he can never be “happy” he can be content which is more than what some people could believe after the shitstorm that Eurus brewed into their lives most indefinitely until her dying days.

Some people strive to be happy, others will strive to look for the dark clouds among the seemingly white silver lined clouds, and then there’s Mycroft who while can be content for a short period will still be on the look out for the next dark storm to hit the seas.

Could he accept love into his love?

Well, I’d love to think that nearly everyone could save Moriarty and Eurus (and NO loving yourself doesn’t count) but with Mycroft it would take considerably more time to convince but once properly schooled would run much faster into serious relationship territory as Mycroft is not one to beat around the bush.

So basically they have to be pretty consistent and persistent in order to show Mycroft that they’re the one. That and be like a martial artist or something because Mycroft does worry constantly.

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Sticker from the Baker Street Irregulars, c. 1903.

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*Me after every season of Sherlock*

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Mycroft going home to a warm and happy home and not a big empty house just for once.

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Eurus: let’s play a game

Sherlock: again

Mycroft: we’ve already played Pictionary

Sherlock: and monopoly

Mycroft: I won

Eurus: what about cluedo?

Mycroft: NOOOOO

Sherlock: you just know I’ll win

Mycroft: he victim can’t be the murderer

Eurus: so maybe not cluedo

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Greg: I know you’ve been stressed at work and I wanted to treat you

Mycroft: Why are you wearing opera gloves Gregory?

Greg: it’s a strip tease

Mycroft: the gloves

Greg: they’re sexy ok

Mycroft: you’ll be dancing to something ridiculous next

Greg: Beyoncé is not ridiculous Mycroft

*greg storms out wearing only a pair of long gloves and silk

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John: So, how serious are you and Mycroft?

Greg: Well, I bought him a ring..

John: A RING???

Greg: Tone. A ringtone. It’s Monster Mash. It’s our song.

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Whatever you do, don’t think about Mycroft smoking at 14 when the stress of his sister’s actions landed on him. Don’t think about all the weight he lost because he was so damn scared Sherlock was in danger. Don’t think about how he changed everything about himself, became an emotionless “reptile” just so he could continue to protect both his siblings from any danger including themselves. Don’t think about the ladders he had to climb to be where he is just so he can have some control back. Don’t think about all the times he flew across counties just to be at his brothers side when he had a bad trip. Don’t think about mycroft putting Sherlock in the recovery position every time he found him or the room in his house which is specifically for Sherlock but he only ever uses when he’s high or on a come down. Don’t think about the scotch he drinks alone just thinking about all that he has done to protect those he loves. Don’t think about him being sick in the middle of the night with nobody to care for him because he’s too busy caring for everybody else. Don’t think about how after Sherrinford he feels completely and utterly worthless, that he’s failed completely at everything. Don’t think about how long it takes for his mother to trust him again. Don’t think about how many nights he has to go home to an empty house and no amount of old movies can stop the emptiness inside of him.

Don’t think about Mycroft Holmes, I beg you. It’s too painful.

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Anthea: I invented a game. Want to play?

Mary: Sure.

Anthea: It's called boyfriend or brolly. I give you actual quotes I've heard Mycroft say, and you guess if he was talking about Greg or his umbrella.