Mar 24, 2025
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I just realized Speak Now (the song) by Taylor Swift is just Whole Cake lusan.
all this damn pining with amaryllis and yet NO enemies to lovers.... im disappointed in myself
What if Tai never became one with the force and he and Ben can’t be together?
Sherlock Master List
ABC PROMPTS (features Sherlock, Mycroft and Moriarty)
***Reader insert / x reader***
A is for A Chance Meeting (Fluff) - Headcanons
B is for Breaking and Entering (Humor and Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios
C is for Catcall (Jealousy and fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios
D is for Deceitful Death (Angst) - Scenarios
E is for Epiphany (Fluff) - Headcanons
F is for Fever (Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios
G is for Goodbye For Now (Melancholy) - Headcanons
H is for Homely life (Fluff) - Domestic headcanons
I is for Impressing You (Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios
J is for Jealousy (Jealousy) - Headcanons
K is for Kicking Ass - Prompts
L is for Living Together (Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios
M is for Marriage (Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios
N is for Nightmare (Comfort) - Headcanons
O is for Opportunity of Parenthood (Fluff / Humor) - Headcanons
P is for Pregnancy (Fluff / Humor) - Headcanons
Q is for Quiet (Comfort) - Scenarios
R is for Requests - Headcanons: Arguments, Repetitive, Kissing
S is for Summer Vacation (Gen) - Headcanons
T is for Taken (Angst / Worrying) - Headcanons
U is for Umbrella (Fluff) - Scenario
V is for Very Bad Timing (Gen) - Scenario
W is for Waiting
X is for Xanthos (Gen) - Headcanons
Y is for Yandere (Horror) - Headcanons
Z is for Zero
B is for Breaking and Entering
Headcanons and scenarios for Sherlock, Mycroft and Moriarty.
The prompt: In which you decide to break into your boyfriend’s home. Why? Well, why ever not?
Genre: Fluff and humor
Rating: T for illegal activities
Reader type in the scenarios: Adventurous, confident, eccentric (especially true for Jim’s scenario, haha)
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Headcanons for S/O breaking into Sherlock’s apartment
Sherlock is equally confused and amused on why.
It’s cute to see you worry about him.
But please don’t bring that annoying stranger who happens to be related to him by blood into this.
That irritates him.
He’s fine.
He’s really fine.
He’s fine.
Stop worrying, please.
He wants to know how you did it. He wants you to walk him through the process and see if you spot all the security errors he already has.
He’ll set up his own security measures and challenge you to try again.
Succeed and he’ll make it harder. It’ll turn into a game. Fail and he’ll firmly believe he’s proven his point that he’s fine.
(But thank you for worrying not that he would ever say it out loud)
Sherlock Scenario
One day you decided to break into Sherlock's home.
Because why not?
You waited until late at night on a night that Sherlock and John were currently out and about on some fantastic case. You carefully bided your time until you were certain Mrs Hudson was sound asleep and no one would be up and about to see your nightly antics.
You first tried picking the lock because Youtube made it look easy.
It was not easy.
You gave up on that about ten minutes in and then headed towards the front window.
It was alarmingly easy to wiggle an old coat hanger wire through the tiniest little hole and unlatch the window. You opened it and climbed inside the first floor.
‘That was too easy. That was seriously way too easy.’
You were understandably unsettled by how easy it was to break into your boyfriend's apartment.
‘Maybe it'll be harder actually trying to get into Sherlock's room?’
You really hoped so. Otherwise you were going to have to dedicate a weekend to revamping the security on this place (although already you were planning on getting that window fixed).
You headed up the stairs, simultaneously pleased and annoyed at how the stairs creaked loudly. On one hand you were trying to break in without getting caught, but the potential noise it made offered a bit of security so at least there was that.
Mrs Hudson did not seem to hear the noise, though.
You made it up to Sherlock's flat and you tried to pick the lock. Unsurprisingly you were not successful. You then remembered that Mrs Hudson kept spare keys around on the alarmingly frequent occasion Sherlock “lost” his, or locked John out.
‘But surely she wouldn't leave it lying around for a burglar to have easy access…’
The key was hanging on a hook back down stairs by the front door.
‘Oh, dear…’ You shook your head at such. ‘Maybe it's a fake?’
You tried the key out.
It was real.
Sherlock's flat was completely vulnerable to you.
That did not settle well with you. Nope. Not at all.
So you immediately called up Mycroft.
He picked up on the third ring. "Hello, Kitten."
You didn't bat your eye at your assigned nickname. You didn't like people using your actual name, so you insisted everyone calling you by some kind of nickname. The most common one was Kitten, but you occasionally got Robin, Pet, and Dearie. Even Puppy once from Sherlock when he made a scathing remark at your ability to always come back to him no matter how insulting he could be.
"Hello, future in law," you greeted in return. Marriage was a long ways off for Sherlock, but given that you had been together for as long as you could remember you had earned the right to call Mycroft such. You even called him big brother on occasions you really wanted to get under his skin.
Mycroft wasn't phased, though. "What is it?"
"Sherlock's apartment has alarmingly poor security," you explained. "I literally just broke in it without any fuss ten minutes ago."
"Yes, I've noticed. And?"
"And you and I need to change that. Immediately."
"Starting to feel unsafe?"
"Starting to think Sherlock's catching a lot more attention from not nice people these days," you retorted.
Mycroft made an agreeing noise. "Then what do you propose? He won't let me assist him."
"No. But he'll let you assist me."
"Mm-hmm. Well, if you can deal with his tempertantrum I can have the place properly fitted with a good security system within twenty four hours."
"And replace the windows."
"Of course."
"And the doors and locks."
"That goes without saying."
"Good. We have ourselves a deal."
Thankfully Sherlock's case took him out of town for the next couple of days so the security changes were able to implemented without a fuss. Oh you knew he was going to throw a fit when he got back, but you only had his safety in mind. He'd forgive you because he would understand the logic, even if you ended up getting help from his brother.
He'd forgive you.
Eventually.
Probably.
Hopefully.
When he did return he demanded what happened to his apartment. The new features weren’t obvious, but nothing was hidden from Sherlock’s gaze. Abashed you quietly muttered, “I broke into your apartment a couple days ago when you’n’John left.”
“You what?” John asked in surprise.
“I was bored,” you confessed. “Anyway, it was ridiculously easy. So I—I asked Mycroft to help upgrade it.”
Sherlock stared at you for a solid minute, cold blue eyes narrowed in obvious distaste. Without a word he turned around and left. He went into his bedroom and shut the door. John awkwardly shifted his weight before mumbling an apology on Sherlock’s behalf and asking if you’d like some tea.
You politely declined and moved to sit down in front of Sherlock’s door.
He didn’t come out for the rest of the night, unsurprisingly. You anticipated such, though, and with determination that came with being his girlfriend you stubbornly waited. When you inevitably dozed off sometime around 2 in the morning you were abruptly awoken by the door swinging in.
You tumbled backwards into the room and looked up at Sherlock’s dour expression. You tried for a nervous smile. “I’m sorry I upset you, but I really was only thinking about your safety. You know I—I mean you know I care about you an awful lot. You’re getting into dangerous situations and I only want you to be safe.”
He gave a short sigh. “I already know your reasons. Go to bed, you’re going to throw your back at sleeping like that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“Are you going to be okay with it?”
His face twitched. He was silent for a long time and you wondered if perhaps he was going to turn back around and sulk, but then he lets out a short sigh. “Something tells me you’ll only put it right back up if I take it down and my time could be better spent doing something else.”
You smiled at that.
“Don’t involve that man again, though.”
“Okay,” you agreed then yawned.
Sherlock bent down and gave you that awkward little smile he reserved for you. “Now tell me how exactly you broke in. I’ve done it a few times myself so I’m curious which path you took…”
Headcanons for S/O breaking into Mycroft’s home
If you were doing it with his blessing (for one reason or another), he’ll want to watch.
Succeed and he’ll immediately fix the security errors. He’ll thank you for pointing out the flaws.
Mycroft is not one to shirk on home security.
Especially if you’re living with him.
If you fail, he’ll still find your attempt amusing, but he’ll be pleased with his security.
Regardless he wants to see how you go about doing it so he’ll watch everything unfold on his security cameras. He may even add commentary depending on his mood and if you’re doing it with his blessing or not.
Doing it without telling him will cause some irritation. He’ll be unhappy you didn’t talk to him about it first, but as long as you and his home weren’t damaged during the endeavor he won’t dwell on it.
Be prepared for snarky comments about it though.
Mycroft Scenario
Mycroft’s home was more akin to a mansion than a house. It had a meticulously maintained yard, luxurious cars parked around the corner, and an aura of majestic elegance. Everything about it screamed blue blood, and anyone who met Mycroft wouldn’t be surprised to see what his home looked like.
When you first started staying over you had to admit to yourself it was a little intimidating. You had never been in such a tidy, well-taken care of, old, and gorgeous home.
(Then you saw his libraries and all that intimidation and worry was swept away into awe and envy.)
After so many nights sleeping over you really started to feel comfortable there. Mycroft and his servants were very accommodating to you and it wasn’t long before you started to call the place your home as well.
You had unofficially moved in there (as you still technically owned your own place in the city, but you only visited there maybe once a month) and you adored it. You loved being able to wake up with the love of your life, and occasionally even get to go to bed with him at the same time (he always made an effort to try and go to bed at the same time as you but his work made that difficult; still you appreciated the effort.) You got to eat breakfast and dinner together nearly every day; you got to randomly join him in showers and see his always surprised expression at that; you even got to pick out his ties.
Life there was grand.
Except for one teeny-tiny little issue.
Mycroft’s little brother and your good friend, Sherlock, had this inexplicable desire to break into Mycroft’s home instead of going through the front door. He also tended to do this very late at night / very early in the morning, and every time without fail you would wake up half-asleep and in full panic mode thinking a bunch of evil doers had broken into your home.
It made for amusing stories at first, but after the eleventh time it started to get a little annoying.
Enough so that you decided to actively try to make it near impossible for Sherlock to break in so he would have to go in through the front door, or call, or do anything besides give you a heart attack.
You started by adding extra locks on the doors.
Sherlock didn’t even bat an eye at them.
So you added locks to the windows.
Barely phased.
‘Is breaking into a home really that easy?’ You couldn’t imagine it would be. Mycroft’s home seemed so secure. ‘How is he doing it? Is there some sort of secret passage into this place I don’t know about?’
How did one go about breaking into a home anyway?
All you had seen in the movies were things either way too elaborate to ever happen in real life, or lock-picking. You went ahead and kindly asked Mycroft to change the locks again (and he decided to add a combination of technical locks as well as the standard key ones. He joked it might actually slow Sherlock down enough for him to get frustrated and try a different route.)
But surely there were other ways? After all Sherlock was able to do it within fifteen minutes every time.
Youtube and movies could only show you so much.
So you decided to try it for yourself. Maybe you would see something you initially didn’t think about.
Maybe there was a secret passage.
All of that had lead you to where you were tonight: trying to break into your own home with Mycroft bemusedly watching you on the security cameras.
“What’s your first move, my dear?” Mycroft asked you. You reflexively reached up to your ear piece.
You shifted your posture, thinking carefully. You had decided to do the “heist” at night, so it was a little hard to see. You had a flashlight, of course, because you weren’t trying to be sneaky about it. Right now you were trying to find the apparent holes in your security.
“Gonna circle it and see if I can find anything. Let me know if I disappear from the cameras. Maybe there’s a blind spot.”
“Of course,” Mycroft demurred.
You headed off, moving slowly and trying to see if you could find anything. You didn’t have Sherlock’s genius level of perception but you were observant. It wasn’t uncommon for you to see things others missed.
You poked the hedges, peering through them to see if you could find any magic holes into your home. There wasn’t anything terribly easy to notice as you moved around until—
“I’ve lost vision.”
You paused upon hearing Mycroft’s words and you glanced around. You were at the side of the home, opposite of the garage. You took a couple steps backwards, retracing your steps, until Mycroft’s pleasant voice filled your ears, “I see you again.”
“So there is a blind spot,” you murmured to yourself. “He must be coming in through here, somehow.”
“Very likely,” Mycroft agreed.
You experimented with the view, finding that the blind spot was about two meters wide, gaining in width the closer you drew to your home. It wouldn’t be hard for someone like Sherlock to slip into the spot and then—
And then what?
The nearest window was five meters off the ground. It would be difficult for someone like Sherlock to simultaneously hold onto that alarmingly tiny ledge while picking a lock, especially the expensive locks Mycroft invested in.
You poked at the hedges pressed to the bottom of the mansion. They were all neatly trimmed and healthy. None of them looked like they had been climbed on; there were no broken branches or an abundance of smashed leaves.
At least not until you reached the bottom of the hedges.
“Huh.” You knelt down and brushed back the bent branches. “Oh my God. I knew it!”
“Did you find something interesting?” Mycroft inquired.
You nodded before you remembered he couldn’t see you. “Yep. Hello secret passage.”
There was a pause. “You’re joking.”
You snapped off the branches and pushed back the leaves. Barely visible underneath the hedges was a tiny little wooden hatch. You weren’t surprised the gardener didn’t notice it, given how heavily concealed it was by the bottom part of the hedges. You had to use both your hands to lift up the hatch, though, and then using your flashlight you peered into the darkness below.
“It’s got a ladder. Pretty new. Sherlock probably put it in,” you observed.
“How lovely.”
“Welp. Here I go.”
You stuck the flashlight in your mouth and shimmied down into the hole. It was a tight fit going down—about eleven meters deep—but you managed. Your feet hit cobblestone and you found yourself looking into a dank, dark tunnel. There were lanterns hanging on the ceiling, but none of them were lit.
“This is the stuff of stories,” you commented, looking around. “I feel like a treasure hunter or something.”
“Where does it lead to, though?”
“Probably someplace in the cellar, given how deep we are.”
“Ah. I never installed security down there given what it was. An error of judgement on my part it would seem.”
“To be fair,” you said, “having a secret passage into your home is extremely unlikely.”
It didn’t take you long to reach the end of the tunnel where a tiny little door lead you to the cellar. It was high up on the wall of the cellar and concealed by an old tapestry. You climbed out of it and hopped down to the wooden floor, satisfied with what you had discovered. “Well, how do you want to proceed?”
“It makes for a good emergency escape route, I supposed,” Mycroft said. “Give it an upgrade and substitute the hatch for something sturdier… and fix that blind spot, of course.”
You found yourself nodding in agreement with your boyfriend. “Yeah. Heh. Let’s see if Shirley can break in now!”
“I’m sure he’ll try,” Mycroft said.
And he did.
But he didn’t succeed.
Headcanons for S/O breaking into Jim Moriarty’s penthouse
No matter how you spin it that’s impressive.
Like, wow. What a good little pet you are.
He’s genuinely impressed and bemused by you.
If you got hurt during it though he’ll be considerate enough to assist you in treating your injuries. If you got too hurt then he won’t be amused at all by your “adventure.”
Pets are meant to entertain, not kill themselves.
He wants you to walk him through your process. He wants you tell him what you think are the security errors.
He is a perfectionist; he does not want to have any errors.
He will be vexed with his head of security no matter what you say or do. His penthouse was meant to be impenetrable and the fact that you proved him wrong will simply not do, loved one or not.
This was meant to be a safe place for you. If it’s not safe then that is absolutely unacceptable. His displeasure will be known.
But good on you. Keep it up.
Moriarty Scenario
Moriarty was not a man who wasted time batting around the bush. When he wanted something, he moved to take it. Now certainly there were times where he would patiently construct convoluted and entertaining plans in order to obtain his desire; but there were an equal amount of times where he would brute force his way into taking it (not directly of course because Moriarty did not do dirty work).
When the your relationship with the criminal mastermind had reached a certain point he wanted you to move in with him. Now you had already been practically living in his penthouse with only the occasional visit to your lonely apartment, so you weren’t surprised or bothered by the idea of moving in with him. In fact, it was something you were hoping would happen soon.
He didn’t ask you, though, which wasn’t out of character.
Rather he told you casually during dinner one evening that you would be remaining in the penthouse for the foreseeable future.
His wording was ominous so you asked him to clarify.
“You will be living here from henceforth,” Moriarty explained clearly in that smooth voice of his. “No need to leave here again.”
You swallowed your food as you considered your response. “I have work.”
“You don’t need to work anymore.”
“I like my job.”
He smiled at you in a manner that reminded you of how a master might look at a pet doing an interesting trick. “That’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
You shifted in your seat. You really didn’t not want to move in with him, but you worked hard to get where you were at now with your job. It felt like a waste to throw it all away. Additionally you knew what it was like being unemployed: boring. You learned the hard way early on in life that life without purpose was… uncomfortable. Working helped you stay proactive and if you no longer worked, what were you supposed to do with all that free time?
There were only so many shows one could binge watch, and so many things one could do confined to a single building.
“I’d like to move in with you,” you admitted to him, “but I’d like to keep my job. I’m willing to go down to part time, though.”
“What a nice compromise,” Moriarty commented as he took a sip of his wine. “How about no?”
“Why do you want me to stay in here indefinitely? Aside from the obvious answer that you want to spend time with me.”
Moriarty smiled charmingly. “Simple: it’s safest here. This penthouse is under my protection and no one could ever hurt you here. No one will ever touch you without my blessing. You have captured my attention well enough to warrant my protection, something I do not take lightly.”
Okay. That made sense. You understood perfectly well that Moriarty had made some extremely dangerous enemies It wasn’t a stretch to think they would use you to get to him. Following that logic it was a no brainer he would want you to stay inside his little fortress.
But something he said wiggled at the back of your mind.
“No one?” You repeated his words with a smile. “So what you’re saying is it’s impossible for anyone to break into here?”
“That should go without saying, pet.”
Your smile widened.
‘Oh this could get interesting,’ you thought to yourself.
“Okay,” you purred. “I’ll move in with you, but I’d like it to be this coming weekend instead of tonight. There are arrangements I’d really like to make in person. Surely you can give me a few days? Please?”
Moriarty tilted his head, his dark eyes looking you over as he considered your request.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” you added, your smile stretching over your face as you thought of your brilliant plan. “I bet I can make you laugh this week.”
That manic grin stretched over his face. “Mm. Okay. After Saturday you’ll remain here.”
“Deal!” You couldn’t resist chirping out that response.
So of course you decided to break into the penthouse after that, because why wouldn’t you?
(No one sane dated Moriarty and kept his attention for so long, but that’s okay no one here is judging you.)
The penthouse was definitely difficult to break into. It was stacked with guards, high-level security tech, surveillance everywhere, and lots and lots of weapons. Everyone who worked there was thoroughly vetted and 100% loyal to Moriarty (or at least to the point where they understood taking their own life rather than helping the enemy was the kinder alternative to betraying him.) There was no way to infiltrate it through them.
If you were going to break into Moriarty’s penthouse there were only two ways:
Option one: Cybertech genius. If you were one helluva hacker you could probably pass yourself off as a potential client. You could set up an online reputation, build yourself, make official looking documents, and go in through the front door. You would only have access to the mid-levels before you would have to disable security and sneak past the human guards up to the penthouse. That’d still be ridiculously tricky, though.
Which left option two, and arguably the more fun option: base-jumping. Crazy illegal, borderline insane, and absolutely no way to be predicted.
What a perfect plan.
On the day before you had to move in with Moriarty you decided to invite your bodyguards for some lunch. It was easy to slip them some sedatives and using the cash Moriarty gave you as an allowance you rented a personal plane to fly over the penthouse. When the plane was over the penthouse you would jump out in your air gliding suit and hopefully land on the penthouse.
One did not date Moriarty without being a risk taker.
What really made this extra funny was that you knew he would be looking for you about now.
The guards should have been awake for a few hours by that point. They would have told him you were missing. He would have checked all his GPS tracking bugs he planted on you (which you left behind).
He would likely be under the impression that you were kidnapped / in danger and would be slowly losing his mind looking for you.
And instead you would be breaking into his penthouse, waiting patiently in your room for him to notice you were there whole time.
His face… would be… priceless.
You really couldn’t resist cackling out loud.
He really brought out the mischievous side in you. Truly he had only himself to blame for enabling your pranks early on in your friendship.
You had also already left the penthouse patio door unlocked and open for you so you wouldn’t have to worry about tripping the security system when you went in.
Jumping out of the plane was thrilling, undoubtedly. With a thank you and a bow towards your generous pilot you leapt out of plane and soared through the air. You had only gone skydiving and base jumping a few times (all without your consent during one of Moriarty’s schemes, but you got over it… mostly).
With no amount of incredible luck you managed to land on the roof of the penthouse.
Of course you did not land with perfect grace. You tumbled and rolled, somersaulting several times over until you hit the roof wall. Your suit was scrapped up and you were thoroughly bruised and scratched, but the sheer satisfaction of executing a plan well kept the pain at bay and a smile on your face. You rolled back up, wincing when you realized you twisted your ankles when you landed.
You would definitely be feeling it in the morning, but that would all be entirely worth it upon seeing Moriarty’s face at the fact that you broke into his precious penthouse.
With glee you dropped down from the roof and onto the patio. Unsurprisingly the back door was opened—how you left it that morning—and you hurried inside. You practically ran into your room (okay, wobbled because ow ow ow) and started to make yourself comfortable as you waited for Jim to return.
You didn’t have to wait too long.
About an hour and a half later you heard the doors slam open from the front of the level. You could feel the barely restrained murderous air around your boyfriend as he gracefully (because Moriarty did not stomp) entered his penthouse suit. You could vaguely hear hissed words of anger as he neared the bedroom.
‘Probably on the phone.’
Then the double doors to your shared bedroom swung open and Moriarty immediately noticed you laying on your bed in an air gliding suit with a silly grin on your face.
The unchecked emotions flickering across his face were as priceless as you anticipated: First outrage, followed by confusion and bewilderment, then realization, then irritation, then bafflement, and finally exasperation. He stared at you, eyebrows raised and momentarily speechless.
Moriarty tossed his phone aside and strolled into the room with narrowed eyes. “You… ran away from my guards only to then break into my penthouse, which you can easily enter whenever you want?”
“Yeah,” you answered with a giggle. “I broke into your impenetrable fortress!”
“You injured yourself to… prove a point?”
“Mostly to see your face. It was 100% worth it.”
Then a uncharacteristic snort escaped the handsome man and he shook his head, chuckling. He was smiling, clearly amused by your antics. That familiar mad gleam entered his eyes and you knew you would likely be in for a punishment later tonight by causing him worry; but you had a feeling the punishment would be equally rewarding given that you were able to make him genuinely laugh. “Well done, pet. I honestly wasn’t expecting this. You have thoroughly caught me off guard.”
You beamed at his praise—because truly it was—and said, “Yay! I’m ready to move in with you now.”
“Of course you are.”
A is for A Chance Meeting
Headcanons for Sherlock, Mycroft, and Moriarty
The prompt: In which you become their dearest childhood friend.
Genre: Fluff, feel-good
Rating: K
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Headcanons for becoming Sherlock’s first and only childhood friend (after “the incident”)
- Befriending a Sherlock won’t be easy. He’ll have less of a filter as a child than he does as an adult.
- He’ll need someone patient, loyal, and brave. The most important trait being loyalty, though. He’d be okay if you lost your temper on occasion—it wouldn’t ruin the friendship—but you need to choose him over others when it counts, and be ready to defend him. That’s important.
- Be prepared to play pirates. No exceptions or arguments to be made against it. You will play pirates until Sherlock gets tired of it.
- He may or may not want you to call him Captain. Probably best not to fight it.
- This boy is adventurous. He wants to explore everything and everywhere. Potential haunted mansion? Guess who’s dragging you along to spend the night in there. Creepy potential serial killer moving in next door? Guess who’s making you buy night vision goggles so you can spy on them.
- Do not ever call him a freak.
- He’ll be happy when you stand up for him to those that do call him a freak. He’ll call you an idiot for getting involved, but he’ll be glad nonetheless.
- Tormenting Mycroft will be an entertaining pastime.
- He won’t want to share you. In the early stages of the friendship be prepared to only spend time with him as a friend. He won’t even like you going back home to your parents / guardians / whoever is watching you.
- Any friend you want to have has to be introduced to Sherlock right away, otherwise he’ll show up unannounced and scare them off.
- If it’s just the two of you though expect your friendship to grow immeasurably close, borderline codependent if you let it.
- As you grow up with him Mycroft will start to play a bigger role in your life, too. He loves his little brother and if you’re going to play a permanent part in his life then Mycroft will make sure you’re able to do so. Even if that means him pulling strings behind the scenes to make sure you go to the same college, find a job in London where he can watch over you and Sherlock, or so on.
- Mycroft will come to care for you. In what manner that affection displays is dependent on you.
- Mycroft will be nosy. Expect to have your phone frequently bugged and your internet search history will never be private (this will be the same with Sherlock).
- Sherlock will be greedy with your attention and affection. If you are affectionate early on in your friendship and this carries over (i.e. you hug him semi-frequently) he’ll start to crave it. He may even seek you out for some much needed hugs.
- He will always be loyal to you.
- He will always defend you.
- He will be protective and possessive of you. Gender won’t matter to him in the slightest.
- “S/He’s not worth your time.”
- “I literally only asked to borrow his/her pen.”
- He will hurt you a lot—never on purpose—but he will always apologize and try to make it right (usually with presents because he’s so uncomfortable with verbal apologies).
- You can always rely on him.
- He will want you to come along on his detective adventures for a while until he realizes how dangerous they are. Then he’ll try to keep you out of them because whoo boy this bby boy does not know how to deal with this silly emotion called worry.
- Mycroft will try to keep you out of the danger, too. Expect a double team like no tomorrow.
- Expect all the sass and brutally honest opinions.
Headcanons for becoming Mycroft’s first and only childhood friend (after “the incident”)
- He’ll be slow to warm up. Like it may honestly take a year of trying before frosty boy starts to be sincere and warm to you and not just polite.
- Being Mycroft’s friend means you better be prepared to be on Sherlock babysitting duty indefinitely.
- You will need to help him take care of his baby brother. Child!Sherlock is a handful, and utterly devious. Don’t be surprised if you find yourself at the end of some very elaborate and brutal pranks.
- Never call either of the boys freaks.
- Hope you enjoy chess and battleship. Mycroft loves to play strategy games so expect to play some on a bi-weekly basis if not daily.
- Physical affection will be awkward at first. He’s not accustomed to it, but he won’t blatantly reject you. You’ll need to introduce it to him slowly and work your way up to the big stuff like hugs.
- But once he’s gotten used to it expect him to want it.
- He’ll never admit it, though.
- “Oh, hello, Mycroft. What are you doing here? It’s 2 in the morning.”
- “Oh, hello. I was in the neighborhood, you see, and, well—” Insert some long monologue about him trying to justify coming here to you and you can see him dropping in subtle references to how beneficial hugs are and whatnot.
- “Do you want a hug?”
- “I wouldn’t want to impose.”
- Expect all the sass and heavily sarcastic remarks. He will never outright insult you, or disagree with you; but he’ll make all the snide remarks he can think of.
- When you’re old enough he wants to learn fencing and swordsmanship with you.
- You get your own sword umbrella by the end of it.
- He will always be loyal to you.
- He will always try to look out for you.
- He will always be there when you need him.
- He will not want you to go on crazy adventures with Sherlock because if both of you were placed in life and death situations on a daily basis he will literally lose his mind.
- “Please, for the love of God, have self-preservation.”
- Desserts will be his go-to present for you.
Headcanons for becoming Jim’s first and only childhood friend
- 100% suspicious of you.
- You want to be his friend? Why? What do you want? How can you be of use?
- It’ll take a long time for him to accept that you genuinely want to be his friend. During that process expect him to test you. If you lose your patience for his “games” then he’ll lose interest in you.
- Otherwise the only way he’ll accept you as his “friend” would be if you were of use to him, or interested him to a significant agree.
- But once you finally breach that barrier boy you’re in for a wild ride.
- Expect adventures. Lots and lots of crazy adventures. The kind of adventures no one will believe you ever had.
- He’ll call you up in the middle of the night to join in on one of his schemes / games / adventures / childhood shenanigans. Better be prepared because you’re coming with him whether you want to or not (but he’d appreciate it more if you came willingly).
- He is possessive in an extreme degree. People will only ever approach you once to try and be friends before he’ll scare them off without you ever knowing.
- He’ll make a lot of “jokes” about stealing you away and hoarding you all to himself.
- He will love affection from you. At first it’ll be like why are you holding me get off of me and then oh wait this is nice. He’ll go out of his way to impress you and try to “earn” your affections / admiration.
- Sassy boy is sassy.
- He won’t understand when or why you’re upset. He won’t know how to handle you being in pain. He’ll try to buy you things and give you materialistic items because that’s what his parents did. He won’t know how to comfort until you teach him how.
- He’ll have a soft spot for you.
- Anyone who hurts you will wish they were never born.
- He’ll want to include you in his criminal activities and goals. Turning him away will either make him 1.) watch you from afar and manipulate your life until you reach a breaking point at which he will graciously “welcome” you back or 2.) kidnap you and make you see his way. Accepting him, however, will make him utterly gleeful and he will be so happy.
- He will take care of you.
- He’ll want you to be dependent on him. He will do whatever he needs to in order to make this happen to a certain degree.
- He will want you to be happy with him (and only him).
- He will only ever feel relaxed when in your presence.
- He’ll come to love you in his own way.
- Expect sporadic and spontaneous nights out.
- “Come along now, Y/N, how about dinner?”
- “Jim it’s 2 AM.”
- “Fine, breakfast. Let’s go.”
- Once he’s in your life there’s no getting rid of him.
Everything we know to be true is fake. Scripted. Make believe...
In the end, if you think about it...
Did we ever really matter to god?