Summary: Dinner at Sherlock's parents house calls for intimate moments and talks of the future, however when Mycroft is about, all domesticity is forced out of the window. But will you and Sherlock be able to survive his mother's questions without turning into a big blushy mess?
Warnings: None other than minor bullying of Mycroft at the end.
Taglist: @rosefuckinggenius
It was just after mid afternoon when you and Sherlock managed to tackle the mountain of washing up that had formed after the family lunch. And you couldn't help but admire how tranquil Sherlock looked as he rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows and got stuck into the washing up, although his gaze was fixated on you.
You couldn't help but smile as the sound of classical music flooded the kitchen, and you leant your head on his shoulder, "oh mr. Sherlock Holmes, I think in dying of attention and affection deficit!"
"Don't you start," he chuckled, trying and failing to with hold a smile.
"O+ not even a hug for little ol' me!" You cried as you out the dry bowl on the sideboard before you put your hand in your forehead and fell ever so slightly towards him.
And thankfully due to his cat like reflexes, he caught you. His smile grew wider as his soapy hands wrapped around your waist. His voice was affectionate as he spoke, "you are insufferable."
"And you love it, my wonderful genius," you said and brought his knuckles up to your lips and pressed a kiss onto them before the two of you returned to what you was supposed to be doing.
"Maybe so," he said with pink dusted cheeks,"you know there's a BnB up the road we could stay in."
"Not a chance, besides your parents home is cozy and I think your mum has something for us."
"Really?" He questioned as you two swapped jobs. And yet, as you swapped jobs, you didn't notice the way Mr. And Mrs. Holmes stood in the doorway and watched the pair of you - proud, full of love, and reminiscing on their younger days.
"Look at them George, aren't they adorable!" Mrs. Miram Holmes said as she held her hand over her heart.
"Indeed they are. Although I'm surprised their so affectionate, you know with them being so analytical," George said as he wrapped his arms around his wife.
"Yes, but you know Sherlock is secretly emotional and it was about time he found someone to love. She'll make an absolutely brilliant Holmes."
"Quite right, dear."
"We can hear you!" Sherlock called as he put away the last of the plates and leant on the sink next to you, holding your hand. Your cheeks flushed at the compliment, "thank you, Mr and Mrs. Holmes."
"Please call us Miriam and George, or you can call us mum and dad if you prefer."
"I will do, thank you Miram."
"Come, follow me through to the living room, I've got something for you both and our Mikey!" Miram said as she lead the way into the cozy living room.
"Are you sure you don't want to escape now?" Sherlock whispered as he slipped his arm around your waist.
"If I have to tolerate Mycroft, you can tolerate your parents for one night. Us we've just been handed ammunition for when Mycroft's being annoying."
"Touché. Although you know we probably won't be allowed to share the same bed."
"Really?"
"Hmm, it's some old Christian thing."
"Ugh," you groaned, unintentionally outloud. And out the corner of your eye, you saw sherlock smirk victorious.
"Don't worry, my darling, I'm sure you can survive one night without m-my touch."
"Never," you shook your head as you squeezed his hand and let him lead you to the fire place.
"Here, Sherlock this is for you. Mycroft here is yours. John has his, and don't think I forgot about you y/n," Mr. Holmes said as he handed out his wives crocheted jumpers. You couldn't help but smile as you felt the soft yarn beneath your fingers, and as you unfolded the jumper you noticed that Mrs. Holmes had taken great care to sew in a pumpkin. Just for you.
"Oh this is absolutely beautiful, thank you!" You said as you watched Sherlock's eyes light up as he saw the dog knitted into his jumper.
"Go out them on, I want a photo of all 3 of you."
"All 3 of us?" Mycroft questioned as you and Sherlock began to leave the room.
"Do you have a problem with that Mycroft?"
"She's not a- no, mummy."
"Good."
"I'm not a what?" You muttered under your breath, but you had a feeling you already knew what the answer was going to be.
***
"Y/n, might I have a word?" Mycroft questioned as he opened the door to the empty living room and allowed you to walk in before he closed it behind you, "it has come to your attention, that you neglected to inform me about Sherlock's latest danger night, roughly 2 months ago. Why?"
"Because Mycroft," you said, keeping your voice in a low whisper as you heard Sherlock's footsteps coming from the hallway, "it wasn't bad enough to call you, and it was his request that you did not know about it."
"You are his fiancée. You should have pressed the issue. Forced him to tell me!" Mycroft insisted as he paced the living room whilst you leant against the arm of the sofa.
"It was not my place. But if you want to play that game- then why didn't you take care of him after the fall? I saw his scars Mycroft! What about what happened in Serbia? You could have stepped in!" You snapped, your eyes filled with fury.
"I couldn't risk being exposed!" Mycroft said in a feeble attempt to defend himself, but the fact that he just sat and watched as Sherlock was beaten to a pulp made your stomach chern.
"No, but you could risk your brother's life. Do you know how many sleepless nights I've sat with Sherlock? How many times I've listened to him cry because he doesn't think he's worthy of love? Because he thinks his life means nothing to you. All because of what you put him through!"
"That's not-"
"Don't you dare say fair, Mycroft. Nothing about what you did. Nothing about what you put him through was fair, and if I have to see him at his lowest again -because of you- then I promise they'll be hell to pay and don't think you can stop-"
"You will never make it as a Homes." Mycroft spat in a last ditch attempt to hurt you, and by God did it work as his words ripped through you like a bullet to the heart.
"I beg you're fucking pardon!" You tried to defend yourself but your words were feeble at best as they left your lips, and before you realised it, a single tear ran down your cheek."I need air." You said and moved towards the door, despretly wanting to be anywhere but here.
"Y/n, I didn't -"
"Don't. The damage has already been done." You sneered as you opened the living room door, only to see Sherlock - his eyes ablaze and his fists clenched at his side. He'd heard his brothers harsh words. He head everything, and as he reached his arm our to embrace you, you shook your head.
"I'm sorry. I can't," you muttered as you forced yourself to suppress the lain and keep your years from falling.
"Text me?" Sherlock offered as a solution and gave your hand a squeeze in the 1-4-3 pattern, but let you go when you nodded in silent agreement.
And just as you headed out of the front door, you heard Sherlock's voice - clear as day- shout, "HOW DARE YOU?!"
***
It was a little after 9pm when you returned to the cottage - purple and shivering. "Hey," you said, your voice barely a whisper as you joined Sherlock on the garden wall.
"Hey, feeling better?" He said as she shifted over allowing enough space for you to join him, but also enough room for you to sit closer if you wanted to.
"Hmm. Sorry for not answering your text, I just--"
"You don't need to explain yourself to me. But just so you know when you go back in, Mycroft will be grovelling at your feet. I assured it. No one hurts the woman I love and gets away with it "
"Thank you," you smiled and lifted his arm as you settled against his side, and he couldn't help but smile softly as he drew soft circles on your hip, "not smoking today?"
"Not today, I figured it's best I stay off of them," he said as he pulled back his sleeve, revealing three patches, "I got worried about you and realised two wasn't enough."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. Are you alright?"
"Hmm. I just don't want to risk another danger night. Not that I think that there's one incoming or that you've caused one. Because you haven't, not even in the slightest. Our weekends been absolutely perfect- and if this is a glimpse into forever with you, I want all of it." He explained as he pressed a kiss to your temple and held you closed to him as you rested your head on his shoulder.
"As do I. But I do have a question and I want your honest answer - regardless of the truth - if I were to give up my job at the morgue...could...could I solve crimes, with you and John...like permanently?"
"You want to solve crimes with me 24/7?" He questioned as a wide smile spread across his face and his eyes shimmered with pride and happy tears.
"Of course I do, Sherl, you mean the world to me. And the way I see our future, involves us working side by side. So...is that a yes?"
"Of course it's a yes, y/n! It would be an honour to have your expertise at the crime scene with me," he grinned and took your hands in his, "I promise when we get back to baker Street, we can discuss our future in more depth."
"You've thought about our life together?" You grinned and pressed a kiss to his cheek, your fingers lingered on his pulse.
"You minx," he playfully chided as he knew you felt his pulse race, "you know I have. Ever since I first met you, I knew this is where we'd end up, and the future - although statistically unpredictable - has so much more in-store for us. But for now we best get inside before the wind turns us to ice and we get a lecture from my parents."
"I think the lecture from Mycroft was enough."
"Forget him, he's an idiot and you saved me. Despite what he said."
"I didn't mean for you to over hear..."
"I would have stepped in anyway, love. But come, that was in the past. Now it's just the future we need to focus on."
***
As 3am rolled around, neither you or Sherlock could sleep - perhaps it was due to the fact that you were made to sleep in separate beds, or perhaps it was the excitement of what was to come, but sleep did not come easily to either of you. And so you figured you'd go and sit in the living room until sleep threatened to overtake you. And it would appear that Mrs. Homes had the same idea as she stood in the kitchen making tea.
"Oh y/n, there you are. Are you alright? Sherlock said you and Mycroft had a bit of a tiff."
"I'm okay. I think in all honesty, it had been a lon time coming. But I know in my heart of hearts, what he said is far from the truth." You sighed and leant against the kitchen counter.
"I'm sorry my dear, but what exactly did he say to you?"
"That I would never make it as a Holmes."
"Right come with me. Mycroft owes you an apology."
"At 3am?"
"No daughter in law of mine is going to be treated with such disrespect."
"Oh, I do love you Mrs. Homes," to u cried as Mrs. Holmes gave you a mischievous look.
"And I you, y/n. Just ensure that George and I get an invite to the wedding." She said as she ran up the stairs and shoved the door to Mycroft's childhood bedroom open, her maternal voice vanished and instead it was replaced with that of maternal rage.
And you couldn't help but laugh at the shrill scream that left Mycroft breathless.
"You!"
"Hey, this was all your mum's idea. Not mine!" You said as you held your hands up in defence, and smirked as you saw Sherlock laughing in the corridor.
"Fine, I'm sorry. Happy?" He grumbled and sat up in bed with his arms crossed over his chest and his teddy bear trapped between him and the wall.
"Very. Thank you Miram," you smiled and hugged her as Sherlock managed to snap a photograph of Mycroft.
"My pleasure, my dear. We'll make a Holmes out of you yet. Have you thought about children?"
"Sherlock!" You called as you slipped out of her embrace and headed over to your sleepy detective who looked just as shocked as you.
"That's how it starts!" She called as she watched your faces turn crimson.
"Mother!"
… okay, listen. I KNOW I ALWAYS SAY “That’s my fav chapter so far” BUT THIS. THIS IS MY FAV SO FAR!
Mycroft and Greg calls, the jumper, the cozy atmosphere at the Holmes, the smoking theme dialogue. Everything made me laugh, gasp and get very mad (at Mycroft of course, BECAUSE IS AN IDIOT!)
I just love this story in all the aspects! My dear, you made an amazing job bringing to life all the ideas we talked about and putting so much more ❤️
Awww honestly this couldn't have come at a better time! It's like Sherlock-ception! (I'm watching the blind banker ATM).
Honestly these past two chapters have been so fun to write, especially the calls. And yasss I'm so glad it had that affect!!! Like I just love the coziness and the fact Sherlock now has blackmail 👀👀
Aww you are far too kind too me, but thank you!! I couldn't have done it without your help and ideas !!! ❣️
