Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Never Kept Tabs, Mycroft

"Sherlock? Is My home?" The woman bounced on her feet, clutching a grocery bag, when the youngest Holmes answered the door. The 15 year old sighed.

"No, he'll be back in half an hour." He started to shut the door but was stopped by her foot.

"Can I wait for him then?" She smiled. "We could play chess." He reluctantly let her in, if only for the satisfaction of beating her repeatedly. They sat quietly with only the click of the pieces hitting the board.

"Check mate, (Y/n)." The boy smirked. "Want to try for a fourth loss?" The (h/c) tapped her finger to her chin, pretending to think.

"Hmm, no." She stood, stretching and walking over to Sherlock. "I think I want to...mess with my darling Sherlock!" She leaned over him and tried to tickle him. The raven haired boy was like a little brother to her and she enjoyed annoying him.

"St-stop!" He fought against her. He wasn't ticklish but it was still funny to wrestle the serious kid. He decided to use her tactics against her as he reached and poked her pudgy side.

"No! Wait!" Tears prickled her eyes as she laughed. She heard her friend coming up the walk. "Truce! Truce! Please, he's here!" Sherlock let her up, more so he didn't get caught being childish. (Y/n) ruffled his hair before grabbing her bag and heading up to Mycroft's room. She hurried to set out her surprise.

Mycroft hauled himself into the house, ignoring his brother's stare. He opened his door and set down his umbrella, noticing the faint candlelight that illuminated the room. This would prove to be another busy night.

"(Y/n), what are you doing?" He didn't turn around. A pair of (s/c) arms wrapped around his waist.

"I came to see you before you left for Uni again." She mumbled into his back. Mycroft turned around to see his girlfriend in nothing but his favourite button-up and underwear. She gently held his cheeks in her hand, bringing him down for a passionate kiss. He shrugged out of his jacket without breaking contact.

"How thoughtful of you." He joked as they broke for air.

Her eyes fluttered open when someone shook her awake.

"Ma'am, your stop." The cab driver said nicely. She thanked him, paying the man and exiting the car. She stared up at the golden numbers. Raising a shaking hand, the woman knocked. An older woman answered.

"Hello, I need to see Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes please." Mrs. Hudson smiled at the polite young woman.

"Of course dear, head on up." The (h/c) thanked her and climbed the stairs, her chest tightening with each step. She went to knock when the door swung open.

"Ah, Sherlock said someone was here." He let her in, motioning for her to sit. "What can we do for you?" John glanced at his flatmate, noticing his disinterest at the woman.

"I need your help finding someone." Sherlock turned his ear at her (country/area) accent.

"That's it?" John was surprised. "Well when did you last see this person? What happened right before they disappeared?"

"Twelve years ago. He kicked me out before running back to Uni." She stood, casting her (e/c) gaze on Sherlock. "I came over for a nice romantic surprise before he left, but when I woke up the next morning he cast me aside like some common whore." John could see the tears in her eyes as she glared at Sherlock.

"He told me you broke it off." Sherlock said coolly, standing to look at his long lost friend.

"And you believed him?" He crossed the room and pulled her to his chest in a hug.