Random oneshots :)

66-mycroft holmes x reader

getting a rifle was so easy, it was almost laughable. it was lucky you were also insanly smart, because you found the best window to situate yourself in, and the absolute best time to get there, shoot the korean embassador when he was alone in the shower, and leave without a trace.

when mycroft returns home, earlier then usual, he tells you what happened that day over dinner.

"i-i was waiting for him over at the office, but not only was he late he died. his guardes said he was found shot in the forehead in his shower.

i am surprised that the people actually killed him" you raised your eyes and lifted your eyebrow curiously. no way he knew it was you.

"well, dont you see? its obvious" he smirks at you. "enlighten me?" you ask lowly.

"it was obviously a korean sent here from there to assasinate him because he wanted to start the new deal that wasnt approved... the bullet was found to be from a korean rifle"

he was smart, but at the same time, he was so stupid.

and there was your answer. you killed one man, and already mycroft had more time for you. it was so... encouraging.

in the next few days, mycroft returns home in the evening and sits down at the table, his brows furrowed.

"whats on your mind my love?" you ask, waltzing to stand behind him, your hands on his shoulders, coming down his chest to open the buttons of his jacket and take it off for him.

"i didnt... i didnt know that it would happen. the bus" he doesnt seem bothered by the people who died at the bombing of the bus, or the scare that it caused in london, but by the fact he didnt predict it.

"well, you cant know everything, can you?" you smirk, laying your cheek on his head and smirking. i can.

"i can. i should be able to. i cant find who would do this that i didnt knew about, because it seemed a little different then any other terrorist attack. no suicidal bomber, but a long distanced bomb that was so perfectly set under a middle seat... and we had no idea"

he does think of me more this way... it works!

**

after the bus incident, he again started to come home a little later, which is not the effect you wanted. you wanted to be on his mind more.

so every about two to three weeks, mycroft would come home with new thinking material.

a bombed house. an AA meeting dying from gas in their meeting. a bridge blowing up. a factory burning up.

they slowly became more and more intense, and mycroft couldnt wrap his head around it, so much so, he even got sherlock to help, but even the prestigeous detective couldnt crack this case, which definatly was making him crazy.

you massaged mycrofts shoulders while he was in his office, staring at papers.

"i.. i dont understand the pattern" you were so not used to hearing mycroft saying this words, but it was so welcomed. he had so much of it on his kind. so much of me. well, he didnt know it was you, but it was. like a secret santa.

"maybe its easier then you make it to be?" you offer, kissing his shoulder. "in that case, i would have already seen it, but the anarchist is too... random" he says, rubbing his chin.

oh, the names. the names the media gave you. the anarchist, the terrorist, the plain sight killer, the quiet godfather, the arsonist, the diva... it was more amusing then you thought it would be. and it all gave you what you wanted. the anarchist wouldnt get off mycrofts mind.

**

as time went on, the anarchist got more and more radical. blowing up a whole building, and shooting peoplr from the same apartment window down in the street. it wad half an hour and about 18 people, until you decided that staying longer will be too risky.

but the next one was going to be absolutly insane.

you gave the british people about a month of silence before you next act, the one you already knew would be the final one, since you were going to expose yourself with it.

it was some big football game that took place in the london stedium, it was so big it was planned very well, but... it didnt matter.

2 days before the game, while the workers were prepearing the stedium, you snuck in and placed all of your bombs in their respective places. noone saw, no questions asked. it was smooth.

the night before the event, you sat down in the patio with mycroft.

"i hope the quiet will be long" he says, brushing his fingers on your arm. he became a little more protective of you as the attacks became more nutorious. he was geniuanly scared that youll die. you had a habit of walking around and wondering, sometimes he'll call you in the middle of the day to ask where you are, and you are traveling in some tiny town 3 hours away from home.

"maybe it will" you offer, sighing and getting settled more comfortably into his body.

**

in the commercial break, you get up from your seat in the stedium and start to work your way down the stairs. even though you knew that whatever it is you are about to do now will end up with you in jail, your whole body was pumping in adrenalin.

after this, mycroft will only have you in his mind. and hes gonna know its you.

you get to the bottom of the stairs, and you take a quick jump over the fence and get down to the field.

the guards and all the people that were down there started to try and push you away, but you didnt say anything. you just pushed through them with a smile, until you stood in the middle of the field, a few guards around you trying to get you away.

the whole stedium is silent, even the booth is silent, and your picture is playing across the big monitors.

everyone watchs as you pull out your phone and start to fiddle with it, until you open an app and look up with a smile, looking around the packed stedium, and with a quick giggle, you press the button.

theres a second of silence before all of the bombs you set go off, and your ears start to ring as you watch 8 parts if the stedium literally blow up and catch up on fire.

screaming and screeching, ears ringing and fire burning the whole stedium around you. people start to run around and yell and cry, as smoke grows and swallows everything.

and you, stand in the middle of the field, the guards by now pushed you down and got a good hold over you.

you move your eyes from the burning and the breaking and up to the monitor, to find your face pressing to the grass and a smile painted over your red face, iluminated with the light from the fire and the ringing of every alarm that could ever be.

"did i get your attention mycroft?"

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