#whatalchemy

[thetimemoves]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes Additional Tags: Siblings Summary:

Mycroft Holmes, age fourteen, finds his way.

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I have a major soft spot for childhood fics about the Holmes brothers. I love reading the many different interpretations and incorporating bits of them into my own headcanons. This story, though. THIS STORY. Here is my ultimate young Mycroft. It’s post-S3 and fits in perfectly with what we’ve seen so far. This is a short fic, but it reveals much about Mycroft, his fear, his anger, his motivation, and his love for Sherlock. There is so much love, but also a lot of pain. The reference to the ‘other one’ gives the fic an ominous tone and hints at a story I would love to know more about. Little Sherlock is spot on for me as well. I really can’t praise this story by what-alchemy enough. Go read!

[stevebuckyfic]

The soldier does not find the Mission. The soldier finds a tow-headed white child, aged approximately five years, unconscious and naked amid the empty Captain America uniform lying charred and bloody in the middle of what used to be a battleground. The soldier finds an expanse of bruised flesh and stubborn cowlicks that shine through the fog in his head.

The soldier lifts the child up and slings it under one arm before running.

[stevebuckyfic]

[lesbianrustcohle]

Newton loved him. Loved him in that vivid, explosive way he had, loved him with a ferocity Hermann wouldn’t have thought possible, especially after all this time apart. Newton loved him without hope or gain for himself. Newton loved Hermann simply for being Hermann, even when he was infuriating, or awful, or embarrassing. He didn’t love Hermann for the way he made Newton feel, he didn’t love Hermann for the reflection of himself in his eyes. Newton loved purely, inasmuch as love — a churning miasma of a million different shades of other emotions — could be pure. Newton loved Hermann the way Hermann loved Newton.

what_alchemy, "Seeing in Color"

[stevebuckyfic]

Steve's got the hang of this 21st century thing.

[lesbianrustcohle]

Newton loved him. Loved him in that vivid, explosive way he had, loved him with a ferocity Hermann wouldn’t have thought possible, especially after all this time apart. Newton loved him without hope or gain for himself. Newton loved Hermann simply for being Hermann, even when he was infuriating, or awful, or embarrassing. He didn’t love Hermann for the way he made Newton feel, he didn’t love Hermann for the reflection of himself in his eyes. Newton loved purely, inasmuch as love — a churning miasma of a million different shades of other emotions — could be pure. Newton loved Hermann the way Hermann loved Newton. It was intoxicating. It was humbling. It was, frankly, overwhelming.

my favorite description of true love

(from Seeing in Color by what_alchemy)

[lesbianrustcohle]

Newt’s least favorite thing ever was to feel stupid, and he felt stupid now. Worse, he’d done it to himself, and couldn’t blame a jealous, inferior mind the way he had when he was a kid, skipping grades like stones on a pond and inspiring hatred and derision everywhere he went. He consoled himself with the knowledge that if he had been an oblivious dumbass, at least Hermann had been ten times worse. What kind of bullshit was it, to break up with someone because you thought they’d break up with you first, despite the ridiculous, ass-over-teakettle, totally gross lovesick thing they’d said in the least romantic language on Earth?

from Seeing in Color by what_alchemy

[unappreciatedwit]

The person working with Reapersun for the mini bang is a lucky s.o.b.! What-alchemy has an amazing blog as well!