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wanna be hugh jackman's controversially young gf ><
Rare Max sighting. I need him in every other scene....you know what give him a fucking spinoff
yall do you think Mycroft will return for young sherlock s2?
what would you guys think of a derek shepherd social media au
Click the source to find #199ย 311ย 506 gifs of max irons in flowers in the attic: the origin. All of these are medium sized gifsย These are all made by me. Please reblog the post if you plan to use them! Please do not include these into gif hunts, claim as your own, turn them into gif icons, or use in crackships without tagging. TW: intimacy, drinking, honestly his char is a pos but he looked great in it so here we are.ย
what about modern!Mycroft? how do you think he would differ from his Victorian counterpart? what job do you think he would have? how would he behave? how and where would reader and him meet? please lemme know your thoughts!!!
thank you so much for your ask! oh my GOD i love a modern au guys. heres a short little headcannon list thingymabob for you <3 also watson mention bc i cant help myself. rewatched the last episode of young sherlock and moriarty's betrayal is rly breaking my heart. sherly needs his watson.
- mycroft still works for the government, likely in foreign affairs. something that keeps him busy most of the day but allows free time in the evenings. he works his way up to the top of whatever branch heโs working for very easily. could also picture him managing the appleton estate. heโs a stock market expert but mostly because he likes the pattern recognition. itโs like his version of the daily crossword.
-speaking of, the only game he plays is the new york times wordles every day at exactly 7:30 in the morning because he needs routine.
-high functioning autism and ocd diagnosis. didnโt get diagnosed till his mid twenties because he was always so focused on taking care of sherlock.
-hates texting. he either emails or calls. and when he does text, he texts like an old man. sherlock, on the other hand, ONLY texts. sherlock will NOT pick up the phone for the life of him, so mycroft usually ends up just showing up at his house.
-on the odd chance that he does send a text, he texts like an old man. capitalization and punctuation. full sentences. signs his name at the end bc hes used to email. sherlock texts back two hours later and itโs barely legible because heโs typing so fast.
M: Sherlock, where are you? You have not answered the phone for two weeks. I am worried about you. Let me know or I will call Watson instead. Mycroft.
S: Mexico witth John there is serial kille
-heโs tried getting sherlock to use location-based apps like life360 but sherlock always deletes them. so he ends up having to use real spy equipment to keep track of him (spoiler: sherlock finds a way to get rid of that too).
-met his wife at some government gala he was forced to attend. he got overstimulated and stepped outside, where he found her looking all pretty in her fancy gown on the balcony. she was on the phone complaining about how annoying and stuck up everyone at the gala was and how much she wanted to go home. he fell in love immediately.
-finds any excuse to see her. showers her with gifts but does not put his feelings into words because he doesnโt know how.
-perhaps a bit morally grey but he uses the government database to collect information on her because he just wants to know everything about her.
-she tells him heโs being weird as hell and tells him to just ask her on a date. he thinks he probably should have thought of that sooner.
-he asks when is the earliest that he can propose. the second she gives the green light heโs on one knee.
Husband!Mycroft Holmes HC
Just something short'n sweet, while I work on my longer WIPs.
Mycroft either marries an eldest daughter who thinks and acts exactly like him, or he marries someone who is the complete and polar opposite of him. But heโd definitely marry someone who is caring like him, and who would have a โWho can take more care of their significant otherโ-competition with him.
Propriety be damned
Authorโs notes: I am very obsessed with Young Sherlock, and Mycroft is just *chefโs kiss* This fic was inspired primarily by this post, and follows the events of the show loosely, though I focused mainly on the relationship between Mycroft and reader.
wc: 7.2k
pairing: YS!Mycroft Holmes x fem!reader (assistant)
cw: mentions of murder (duh), mentions of stalking, probably some historical inaccuracies, miscommunication, crying, hospital, fluff, strangers-to-colleagues-to-friends-to-lovers, fluff, hurt, comfort
feedbacks and interaction is always appreciated!
Oxford
The passages were bustling with students and professors alike, everyone eager to start on new academic challenges. Scouts and porters were hurrying along the hallways, making sure everything was perfectly ordered. The autumn air was crisp, even though the sun still gave its best performance.
You walked over to the man standing with his back to you, notepad and pen in your hand, until you were just a few paces apart from him.
"Mr. Holmes?" you asked.
The man turned around, and piercing blue eyes met yours. 'Ah! You must be- "
"Your new assistant, sir.โ
Feelings and Tears
Summary: Mycroft Holmes x fe!Reader -> You have been in love with your best friend for ten years, but when you get hurts, he starts to question his own feelings.
Disclaimer: mentions of reader getting hurt, platonic!James, historical inaccuracies, fluff, angst, yearning, love confessions, oblivious idiots, reader survives ten years whilst Mycroft crumbles within ten minutes.
For the last nine and a half years, you have been madly, hopelessly, desperately and pathetically in love with Mycroft Holmes.ย
For the first three years, you tried your best to deny it. You didnโt love him, it was just a work crush that was lasting too long. He was a dear friend and wires were just getting crossed.ย
Then, for a year, you ignored your feelings. If they didnโt exist, you didnโt have to deal with them. None of it was real. โ it was just a figure of your imagination running wild.ย
For years five, six and seven you went through cycles of trying to shove your feelings away, succeeding for a short while, growing them back but even stronger (and without your approval), only to stuff them down once more and so on and so forth.ย
Also, between years seven and eight, you tried your hand at a couple of romances โ though none ever lasted very long. A few dances, a few tea dates and one night at the opera.ย
They were all lovely but they either found themselves someone else to occupy their time, or they simply were a friend who agreed with you that the romantic aspects of things simply did not exist.ย
Finally, as the eight year bled into the ninth and was slowly creeping towards the tenth, youโd finally accepted the truth.ย
how do you think Mycroft acts when you're sick with a cold/a migraine attack? do you think he's the overly caring type or is he more detached and aloof, so to speak? :)
small blurb! chronic illness havers unite. not proofread :p
mycroft knows when you're going to get a migraine before you do. and yet, you never believe him when he tells you it's coming, because how would he know? so obviously when the migraine hits, you try to hide it, if only to save your pride. this, of course, he sees right through this as well.
"time to lie down, yes?" he would say, helping you up from wherever you were sat.
he would ignore your protests as he hauls you to your room with his arm around your waist, closing the curtains and propping your head up on the pillows after he lays you down and tucks you in.
he knows you arent in any serious danger, so he is not frantic or panicked. but he is doting, in his own way.
hes not a man of words, but of actions. he scolds your carelessness as he strokes your hair. he rolls his eyes as he gets into bed with you by your request. he huffs and melts as you bury your face in his chest. he kisses your head as you finally fall asleep.
The Smithโs Oblivious Sweetheart (16+)
Pairing: Henry x Reader
Era: Red Riding Hood (Original World)
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Tension, Jealousy, Confession, Humor
Warnings: None
Summary: When an unexpected moment happens, the lines between friendship and something more start to blur. Can Henry keep his feelings hidden any longer, or will everything come crashing down?
Chapter Three: The Caught-in-the-Act Moment
The village was quieter than usual, the sun slowly dipping beneath the horizon. You had been walking around the village, mulling over everything that had happened lately. Henry was, as usual, on your mind, though you tried to shake off the constant thoughts of him.
You found yourself at the smithy, your destination for the evening. Henry was at his anvil, hammering away at a piece of steel, muscles rippling with each strike. It wasnโt that you werenโt used to it, but seeing him like that always made you feel something strange.
You werenโt sure what it was, but you brushed it off as nothing.
โHey, Henry,โ you called out, leaning against the doorway with a small smile.
He glanced up, his face lighting up just a little at the sight of you. โWhatโs up?โ
You hesitated, shifting on your feet. โWell, my mumโs heading to the city tomorrow, andโฆ I wanted to get this ring Iโve had my eye on for a while now.โ
Henry raised an eyebrow, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. โOh yeah? What kind of ring?โ
You let out a small laugh, feeling a little self-conscious. โItโs not anything too fancy. Just something Iโve wanted for ages, but Mum said no because itโs too expensive. And with everything going on right now, I understand.โ
He didnโt say anything right away, just nodding in understanding.
โI just thought it would be nice to have something special for myself, yโknow?โ you added quietly, looking down.
Henry studied you for a moment, his gaze softening before he returned to his work. โWell, maybe one day youโll get it.โ
You smiled, feeling comforted by his words. โYeah, maybe. Maybe some handsome man will sweep me off my feet and gift me all the beautiful jewels my heart desires.โ you giggle, grinning at Henry, who looked like he caught something in his eye.
Just as you were about to say more, the door opened.
You didnโt even have to look to know who it was. The familiar voice rang out from the doorway.
โHey, Y/N.โ
You turned to see one of the village boys standing there, a hopeful expression on his face.
โHey, whatโs up?โ you asked, trying to keep your voice casual.
โI was wondering if youโd like to go for a walk with me tomorrow. You know, by the river? The weatherโs supposed to be nice.โ
You blinked, surprised by the invitation. Normally, you never got asked out, and it feltโฆ strange.
โWell, sure. I mean, that sounds nice,โ you said, giving him a small smile.
Before the boy could respond, though, Henryโs voice interrupted the air between you.
โSheโs already busy.โ
You whipped your head toward him, startled by his sudden interruption. โWhat?โ
Henry stepped up next to you, his hand brushing yours briefly. โYeah, weโre already making plans.โ
Your heart skipped a beat, not sure if you were annoyed or confused. The village boy stood there, mouth open, clearly taken aback.
โWait, you two areโฆ together?โ the boy asked, his face flushed with confusion.
Henry didnโt hesitate, his eyes narrowing slightly. โYeah, we are. And if you donโt mind, weโve got plans.โ
You were about to say something, but Henry continued, practically dismissing the boy.
The boy muttered something about not realizing and quickly exited, but Henry didnโt budge, still standing close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours.
โHenry,โ you finally managed, looking at him with wide eyes. โWhat the hell was that?โ
He shrugged, acting like it was no big deal. โJust making sure you donโt have to deal with that. You donโt want him asking you out, right?โ
You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already stepping back, giving you that cheeky grin you knew all too well.
โI didnโt need your help, Henry,โ you said, crossing your arms.
โI wasnโt doing it for you,โ he replied with a smirk. โJust didnโt want to see some other guy getting ideas.โ
You shook your head, incredulous. โYouโre really something else.โ
He only chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. โYouโre welcome.โ
For a moment, you just stared at him, your chest suddenly feeling heavy with something you couldnโt quite explain. Maybe it was the way he had acted like he had every right to interrupt or how easily heโd claimed that you two were together.
You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. โWell, Iโm not your girlfriend, so donโt get any ideas.โ
Henryโs smirk only widened, his gaze never leaving you. โWho said anything about ideas?โ
You flushed, quickly turning away. โWhatever, Henry.โ
You needed to get out of there before you completely lost your cool.
The Smithโs Oblivious Sweetheart (16+)
Pair: Henry x Reader (Red Riding Hood)
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Oblivious!Reader, Jealous!Henry, Fake Dating, Villager Teasing, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Tension
Warnings: None
Summary: Henry has been hopelessly in love with you for as long as he can remember, but you? You just think heโs nice. While the entire village watches in amusement, Henry struggles to make you see whatโs been obvious to everyone elseโuntil a few unexpected kisses and a fake relationship force the truth to the surface.
Chapter Two: She is?
Henry should have known that one stolen kiss wouldnโt be enough to knock some sense into you.
It had been three days since that night, and if anything, you seemed even more oblivious. He caught you chatting with one of the farmersโ sons at the market, completely unaware of how the poor boy was tripping over his words trying to impress you.
Henry clenched his jaw, gripping the wooden crate he was carrying a little too tightly.
Mrs. Calloway, who was selling bread nearby, snorted as she watched him. โYou keep scowling like that, dear, and your face might stick that way.โ
Henry exhaled sharply. โIโm not scowling.โ
โYou are. Jealousy is a funny thing, isnโt it?โ
โIโm not jealous,โ Henry muttered, though the way he slammed the crate onto his cart said otherwise.
Mrs. Calloway just hummed knowingly.
And then it happened.
The farmerโs sonโbright-eyed and completely unaware of the storm brewing nearbyโleaned in closer to you. โI was wonderingโฆ would you like to go for a walk with me sometime?โ
Before you could even process the question, an arm snaked around your waist, and you were suddenly pulled against a very firm, very familiar chest.
Henry.
You blinked up at him in confusion as he plastered on the most casual, smug smile youโd ever seen. โSorry, but sheโs taken.โ
The farmerโs son blinked, startled. โShe is?โ
โShe is?โ you echoed.
Henry shot you a pointed look before squeezing your hip just enough to make you stiffen. โShe is.โ
There was a beat of silence. The farmerโs son coughed, looking more awkward by the second. โOh! IโI had no idea. Apologies.โ
Henry gave him a friendly (but very firm) pat on the shoulder. โNo hard feelings.โ
The boy nodded quickly before retreating, leaving you standing there, still half-wrapped in Henryโs hold.
You turned to him, mouth opening and closing. โWhat. Was. That?โ
Henry smirked, giving your hip one last squeeze before letting go. โJust helping you out.โ
โI didnโt ask for help!โ
He shrugged, completely unbothered. โYou didnโt have to.โ
You huffed, crossing your arms. โYou canโt justโjust declare things like that!โ
Henry tilted his head. โWhy not?โ
โBecauseโbecause people will believe it!โ
โGood.โ
You sputtered. โGood?โ
Henry leaned in slightly, voice dropping. โUnlessโฆ you wanted to say yes to him?โ
You froze.
He watched you carefully, his usual teasing edge laced with something more intense.
You swallowed. โThatโs not the point.โ
Henryโs smirk returned, though there was something softer in his gaze. โIt kind of is.โ
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, heart hammering, completely and utterly flustered.
Nearby, Mrs. Calloway cackled into her basket of bread.
A/N: No werewolves, just vibes fr. Do you guys want a werewolf scene or anything? let me knoww
The Smithโs Oblivious Sweetheart (16+)
Pair: Henry x Reader (Red Riding Hood)
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Oblivious!Reader, Jealous!Henry, Fake Dating, Villager Teasing, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Tension
Warnings: None
Summary: Henry has been hopelessly in love with you for as long as he can remember, but you? You just think heโs nice. While the entire village watches in amusement, Henry struggles to make you see whatโs been obvious to everyone elseโuntil a few unexpected kisses and a fake relationship force the truth to the surface.
Chapter One: Oblivious
The blacksmithโs forge was always too warm, but you never minded. The heat curled against your skin, a constant hum in the background as you leaned against Henryโs worktable, watching him hammer away at a glowing piece of metal. Sparks jumped and scattered, but he barely flinched.
โYou know,โ you said, tilting your head, โI think you just like showing off.โ
Henryโs hammer paused mid-swing. He glanced up at you, eyes flashing with something unreadable before he schooled his expression into something smug. โOh? And what exactly am I showing off?โ
You shrugged. โYourโฆ smithing skills? I donโt know. You get all intense whenever I come by. Like that.โ You gestured vaguely at him. โYouโre doing it right now.โ
Henry opened his mouth, then shut it again, his jaw clenching. He went back to hammering the metal with a bit too much force, his movements stiff.
Unbeknownst to you, behind your back, the elderly baker, Mrs. Calloway, peeked into the forge, shaking her head with a knowing smile before shuffling off.
Henry sighed through his nose and set his hammer down. โDid you actually need something, or are you just here to be a menace?โ
โI canโt visit my best friend without needing something?โ you asked innocently.
Henry wiped sweat from his brow and gave you a look, one that was probably supposed to be exasperated but came off moreโฆ fond.
โYou do this every time,โ he muttered under his breath.
You blinked. โWhat?โ
โNothing.โ He turned, rifling through a wooden chest, before pulling something out. โI made you this.โ
He held out a delicate bracelet, the metal shaped into intricate twists, a small gemstone set in the center. Your mouth parted slightly in surprise.
โFor me?โ
Henry swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck. โObviously.โ
You beamed, slipping it onto your wrist. โItโs beautiful! You didnโt have to do that.โ
He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. โYeah, I did.โ
You didnโt question it.
Behind you, two passing villagers whispered to each other, barely containing their amusement.
Later that day you sat at the village square, happily chewing on a fresh pastry when your father and brothers approached.
โHenry didnโt charge us again,โ your father said, crossing his arms.
Your eldest brother scoffed. โThatโs the third time this month. Youโd think heโd want to make a living.โ
You furrowed your brows. โMaybe he just likes helping people?โ
Both of your brothers stared at you.
Your younger brother sighed. โSure. Helping people. Thatโs exactly what heโs doing.โ
โWhat else would he be doing?โ you asked.
Your father and brothers exchanged a look, one that you completely missed.
The village was mostly quiet, the sky a deep navy, dotted with stars. The air had cooled from the dayโs heat, and a soft breeze rustled the trees.
You had only meant to be out for a few minutes. Just a quick trip to the well before heading homeโsimple, harmless. But between chatting with the bakerโs daughter and stopping to help an elderly woman gather the apples she had dropped, time had slipped away from you.
Now, the streets were nearly empty, and the warm glow of lanterns flickered behind closed shutters.
You rounded a corner, shifting the weight of the water jug in your arms, when the sound of hurried footsteps made you freeze.
Your grip tightened instinctively.
Before you could react, a firm hand grabbed you, yanking you into the shadows of an alleyway. The water jug tumbled from your grasp, hitting the ground with a dull thud as you were pulled against a solid, familiar chest.
A warm hand cradled the back of your head, pressing you into him, and before you could even gasp, soft lips covered yours.
Your eyes widened. Henry.
His other arm braced against the wall beside your head, shielding you from view as heavy footsteps passed by on the street. You barely registered them, too focused on the warmth of Henryโs mouth, the way his breath ghosted against your skin.
It wasnโt hurried or frantic. He wasnโt rough or forceful. He was hiding you.
Your heart hammered wildly in your chest.
The footsteps faded. Henry lingered for half a second before pulling back slightly, his lips still dangerously close to yours, his breath warm against your cheek.
You swallowed hard, staring at him. โAre you insane?โ you whispered.
โNot insane,โ he murmured. โJust keeping you out of trouble.โ
You were still pressed against him, the heat of his body seeping into yours. โThatโs how you do it?โ
Henry smirked slightly, the edge of amusement in his voice betraying something softer underneath. His thumb brushed your cheek before trailing down to your jaw. โWorked, didnโt it?โ
You found your voice and pushed at his chestโnot too hard, just enough to put some space between you. โYouโre impossible.โ
Henry finally let you go, but his eyes never left yours. There was something unreadable in his expression, something you didnโt have the energy to decipher.
You huffed, bending down to retrieve your water jug, only to find it empty.
โGreat,โ you muttered.
Henry sighed, running a hand through his hair before reaching for the jug. โCome on,โ he said, already heading toward the well. โIโll walk you home.โ
You wanted to argue, but for some reason, the words wouldnโt come.
Instead, you followed him, your heart still hammering in your chest.
The things he did for youโฆ and yet, you still didnโt see it.
A/N: Let me knowwww if you like it (to the one person in the fanclub)
dรณnal finn god bless you for these photos holy fucking shit im writhing on the floor in agony SHIT
Hiiii, i hope everything is good
youโre totally fueling my Mycroft (and Max Irons) infatuation!!
So I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of Mycroft getting jealous, but of course being him he tries to cover the feeling.
Alsoโฆ IF you feel like including smut Iโm no one to oppose ๐ซฃ
Thank you in advance !!
hi! im so glad you requested this because i have been meaning to write some jealous mycroft recently! once again adding james and reader being annoying together because i adore them. the idea i have for "reader" is that she met mycroft at oxford and sort of enjoys riling him up. i think she herself has a few sherlockian traits in the sense that she cant seem to stay out of trouble, and mycroft worries himself sick over it. i would love to delve more into their relationship if thats something you guys would like to see. just let me know <3
no cw except for drinking! not proofread sorry loves :p
"Tell me, what exactly is the nature of your relationship with Sherlockโs dear brother?" James leaned against the bar beside her in the dimly lit pub, nodding towards the Holmes brothers, who seemed to be quarrelling over something on the other side of the room.
"I am unsure," she sighed, "Currently, I am the only person at the Oxford Journal that believes his brother to be an innocent man. So perhaps he has taken to following me around to ensure my opinion does not change. If you ever figure it out, my dear James, do not hesitate to inform me."
James laughed, "Oblivious, the both of ye," he finished the rest of his drink and set the empty glass back on the bar, to which it was swiftly whisked away.
"Whatever do you mean?" she demanded of her friend, not at all understanding his teasing. She glanced at Mycroft, who seemed to have sensed her gaze and caught her eye, giving her a small smile before returning back to lecturing his brother.
"Oh, Miss," James launched into an exaggeratedly posh accent, and bowed before her, "You must be careful! Oh, miss, allow me to hold your parasol. Miss, allow me to stare longingly at you from across the room."
She barked a laugh, "You think that of everyone, James!" she pushed him playfully away with the hand he had been pressing a dramatic kiss to. "You are just a rake. It clouds your judgement." Despite her denial, she glanced over at Mycroft again, finding that he had indeed been watching her. He cleared his throat and looked away as if he had been caught, suddenly enthralled by the beams on the ceiling.
James scoffed, "Tell you what," he called the bartender over and ordered another round. "We will run an experiment-"
"Oh James-" she rolled her eyes.
"Ah, ah," he pressed a finger to her lips to shush her, "We run an experiment," he continued, his hand moving back to his side and then to the new glasses of bourbon on the bar, handing her one, "I do a charming performance of flirtation upon you, and we watch for his reaction. If my hypothesis is correct, our Mr. Holmes will come to intervene and tell me off. If you are correct, he will turn a blind eye."
She thought about it for a moment, until she was firmly convicted in her own estimation, "And what are the stakes?" she questioned, "The next round?"
James downed his drink and nodded, "Very well!" he replied, "But you must seem at least slightly receptive to my attention, so he does not think I am accosting you and have me beheaded. None of that freezing up nonsense you usually do."
"I do not-"
James pushed himself closer to her, his smile turning almost provocative. "Let me just," he pushed a stray hair behind her ear, "There you are, lovely."
"Oh, you're really going all in, aren't you, James?" she laughed, her cheeks heating up.
"You blush so pretty, darling," he cooed, reaching up to hold her chin between his pointer finger and his thumb. He grinned, and when she next heard his voice, his lips did not move. "Checkmate," he sing-songed through his teeth. She made a mental note to ask when he learned ventriloquism.
At his declaration of victory, she turned her head, seeing Mycroft get out of his seat, hearing the click of his heels on the ground as he got closer. His did not look happy, that is for certain. His ears were pink, his brow furrowed, and his eyes narrowed angrily.
"Mycroft!" James took his hand back, putting it in the air as greeting. "Thirsty? Next round is on our dear friend here," he clapped her on the shoulder.
"A lady has no business paying for a drinks, James," Mycroft retorted, a hand on his hip in aggravation. "And no, I simply came to enquire as to your conversation. It must be riveting to keep you two up here instead of sitting down with Sherlock and myself."
"I was just telling her how pretty she blushes. Which you already know, since you had been reading my lips,โ James replied simply, "Though, I must admit, Mycroft, you are giving her some fierce competition." He reached out to pinch Mycroft's flushed cheek, but his hand was slapped away irritably.
"Sherlock is..." she could see Mycroft formulating an excuse, "In one of his moods. Do go cheer him up, James. I will handle drinks."
"Ah," James held his hands up and stepped away from the bar, "Very well. I see when I am not wanted." He turned to her, grinning at the expression on her face as he added, "A bourbon, please, lovey."
She only gawked, watching James leave and attempt to sneak up on Sherlock from behind (which of course did not work).
Mycroft was silent for a moment, fidgeting with his tie and swallowing, "Was he bothering you?" he asked.
She looked at him and laughed, "No, not at all." This did not seem to lift Mycroft's spirits, in fact it seemed to dampen them considerably. She smiled, and stepped closer to him under the guise of straightening his tie. "You know, you needn't worry," she whispered, her hand lingering on his chest as she added, "James may be charming, but he will never be my dear Mr. Holmes."
She stepped back again, and Mycroft's mouth twitched upwards and he chuckled softly as she ordered James his bourbon.
"Here, allow me," he pulled a few coins from his pocket, but she pushed his hand away.
"No can do, Mycroft," she insisted, "James and I had a bet. I must pay up, upon my honor."
"A bet? Whatever for?" Mycroft raised a brow.
"On whether or not you would interrupt his faux flirtation," she answered honestly. "To be frank, I had not imagined it would get you so... heated."
"He..." Mycroft huffed, "He tricked me."
"We tricked you," she corrected, picking up the bourbon and heading towards the table, stopping beside him to add, "I assure you it took just as much effort on my end not to kick him in the shin."
She could have sworn she heard him laugh.