#mycroftverse

[diglestrade]

But what if Mister Mycroft doesn't love me enough? Would I get taken away then?

If Mister Mycroft wants you to go away, I will go away with you. I love Mycroft, but I love you more.

He’s very fond of you, darling. He’s just not very good in showing it.

[diglestrade]

But, but... Lily at school said that the lady next door said the bogeyman comes and takes away bad children and yesterday you and Mister Mycroft told me off for being mean, and I don't want to be not-your-little-girl any more because I was mean...

You weren’t mean, luv. You were just making a bit too much noise for 11 o’clock in the evening. And Lily’s neighbour doesn’t know what she’s talking about. How does she know children are taken away? If the bogeyman ever took her, it meant she’s mean and just trying to scare you. And if she’s ever had a child been taken away, than she didn’t love them enough, did she? I’ll never let anyone take you away from me.

[diglestrade]

But Mummy was your wife, and then she became not-your-wife so you could marry Mister Mycroft. So... If the baby becomes your baby, does that mean I have to become not-your-little-girl?

No, no, no darling, it doesn’t work like that. It’s — it’s a bit hard to explain, but I will never stop laughing you because you’re my daughter — you can’t ‘not-be-my’ daughter, can you?

[diglestrade]

[Text to: 7583GL] Sherlock claims that you laugh at me because I apparently lack a sense of humour. Could you please inform him that he is an idiot who knows nothing? Thank you. - MH

[Text: Mycroft] What? Why would he say that? You do have a sense of humour, although it’s quite different from most people’s. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

[Text: Mycroft] If I -didn’t- laugh at you, it would mean you would lack a sense. But I do laugh at you because I think you do have a sense of humour. Just let him talk, luv x

[irulethisworld]

Mycroft watched Gregory out the corner of his eye, failing in his attempt to keep from smiling. Gregory must be desperate for release if he were threatening to leave. Mycroft wouldn’t admit to needing it just as badly as he did. To keep Gregory from seeing the smile (and the tent forming in his pants) Mycroft kept his back to him, and poured himself a glass of brandy from the table beside his bed.

"For you, Gregory, I will be as distracted as a goldfish…"  he murmured softly, walking to the chair in the corner and sitting down. He sipped from his glass, eyes again roaming over Gregory from above the glass. He kept this slow, he knew what Gregory wanted, and the wait would make giving it to him even sweeter.

[diglestrade]

His eyes followed Mycroft across the room, watching the man pour himself a drink and sit down in a chair. He rolled over onto his side, stayed propped up on one elbow, his eyes never leaving the younger man’s gaze.

He wasn’t sure where he got the confidence from; he and Mycroft had only been dating for a short while, and hadn’t been intimate before. It was Greg’s first relationship with another bloke, so this was all unexplored teritory for him. But he couldn’t keep himself from growing more curious every day and longing for the intimacy.

A silence filled the room as Mycroft sat there, the both of them just looking at each other and enjoying the visual exchange. Greg’s eyes were feasting on the image of Mycroft’s mouth against the crystal glass, his tongue licking the residue of the brandy off his lower lip. He subconciously responded by licking his own lips. He’d had a drink before undressing, giving himself some courage to do this and the taste still laid on his tongue.

[diglestrade]

Uncle Mycroft doesn't like me. Uncle Sherlock said that he would if I called him uncle and gave him cake. But he looked funny when I gave him my cake and I think he shouted at Sherlock later. I want Mycroft to like me properly. Not just because you're my daddy.

Sherlock did — [mutters] Christ.

It’s okay, luv. Mister Mycroft and Sherlock don’t always like each other. Sherlock always says Mycroft is a but chubby, which he isn’t right? Mister Mycroft wasn’t cross with you — he was just cross at Sherlock. He does like you, squirrel — he says he does. And I can see it on him.

[diglestrade]

068 -- Mycroft and Rachel have a codeword for when Greg is drinking when Mycroft isn't around. If she sees him drinking, she is to call or text Mycroft the word 'audacity', even though she can't pronounce or spell it.

Greg thinks Mycroft is helping her improve her speech and vocabulary.

[diglestrade]

053 — ☾ : Sleep headcanon — Greg sometimes gets nightmares when dealing with a rather gruesome case. He has seen a lot of gore, but sometimes, it just gets too much and it affect his sleep. 

He usually wakes up with a startle, and goes for a glass of water, returning to the bed and trying to fall back asleep again. He usually doesn't.

When his partner wakes up from him having a bad dream, they wake Greg up to get him out of his dream. He likes it if they cuddle up against him when he's awake, but he doesn't like to talk about his bad dreams.