Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Romantic Gesture, Mycroft

"Are you sure you aren't going?"

"Absolutely positive." Mycroft paused his treadmill and looked at the woman standing in the doorway fixing her earrings. (Y/n) was stunning in her lavender bridesmaid dress. It was longer in the back and showed off those legs he just loved-

"I'm sure that John and Mary will be devastated." She walked over and kissed his sweaty cheek. "I'll miss dancing with you." She said quite seriously.

"Weddings are-"

"Yes yes, a waste of time upholding an outdated tradition built on the idea of women as property. I'm well aware of your views on marriage." (Y/n) hated having this discussion. "I'll see you later, Mycroft." He watched her leave, knowing when she used his full name that she was angry with him.

The wedding was absolutely stunning. (Y/n) had been so surprised when Mary had asked her to be a bridesmaid but she couldn't have been happier standing up there when the two love birds said their vows. Well, maybe she could be if her own partner was here with her. Mycroft never went with her to any events unless it was a government party in which he always drug her along. Not that they weren't fun but it'd be nice if he would do stuff for her as well. Now here she was sitting between Molly Hooper and her boyfriend and Greg Lestrade.

"Why didn't you want to sit with the rest of the wedding party?" Greg was already three beers in as the desserts were delivered.

"I don't really know any of them. I wanted to sit with my friends." (Y/n) poked at the little cream puffs. Molly could tell she was feeling down.

"I'm sorry Mycroft couldn't make it." She laid a hand on her shoulder.

"He's missing out, dear." Mrs. Hudson tried to add from across the table. Luckily before anyone else could give their two cents, Sherlock walked over and offered what could only be described as a sympathetic look. She knew he'd hold this over his brothers head for a long while.

"I did try calling him." He said when they walked away from the table.

"Still bloody running?" She tried not to sound bitter but it couldn't be helped. "I do appreciate the gesture, Sherlock. I'll be alright."

"If you'd like," He hesitated, trying to formulate the right words. "You could share a dance with...me. Once that's all started, of course." (Y/n) couldn't help but chuckle at his awkwardness. She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.

"I wouldn't want to steal you away from the maid of honor." She grinned at his barely noticeable blush. "Of course I'll dance with you, silly. Now don't you have a speech to give?" She noticed everyone taking their seats at the head table.

"My brother is a fool." Sherlock kissed her forehead before heading to his spot beside John. It wasn't meant to make her feel so sad, his kind gesture and snide remark about Mycroft, but it just settled in her that way.

"Are you alright?" Tom reached across and squeezed her hand when she sat down. (Y/n) blinked away the swelling tears in her eyes and offered a small smile to him.

Sherlock had moved the gathered crowd with his speech, not a single dry eye in the room save for his own. Of course it wouldn't have been a wedding in which John and Sherlock were in attendance to if there wasn't an attempted murder. His speech derailed for a bit but when she heard the muttered code word to John and herself, she knew it was game time. As he rambled on and on about another case, (Y/n) leaned over to Greg and informed him to lock down the perimeter. It didn't take long for Sherlock to solve it and save John's military friends life after a long ramble to himself and the help of John and Mary.

"Your piece was gorgeous, little Holmes." (Y/n) smiled up at Sherlock when he approached where she sat. He had just finished playing his original violin piece and the guests, and the newly weds, loved it. He had also accidentally revealed that Mary was pregnant which had gone over most people's heads. He had his coat on his arm. "I do believe I was promised a dance."

"I thought it'd be best for me to take my leave."

"Can I come with you? Could split a cab." She stood as he offered her her coat that was hidden under his.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He helped her into her coat and together they walked outside and hailed a cab. They rode in a comfortable silence, the two have always gotten along much to Mycroft's annoyance. The car stopped in front of Mycroft's place. "I hope you don't mind if I gave my dance away to someone else." Sherlock gave her a mischievous smile. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and got out of the car. The lights were dim in the two story flat she and Mycroft shared. There was soft music drifting down the stairs, coming from his study no doubt. She took off her heels and threw them at the shoe rack she kept by the front door and padded her way upstairs.

"My, did you fall asleep with your record player on again?" She pushed open his study door and gasped. Mycroft stood in the middle of the room, holding out his hand. All of the furniture had been pushed aside to make space. "What's all this?" (Y/n) set her coat on one of the relocated chairs and stepped towards her boyfriend.

"Call it," A pained look flashed across his features for a fraction of a second. "Call it a romantic gesture." He took her hand in his, wrapping the other around her waist. A big smile bloomed on her face which made his heart flutter, if he was capable of such a silly notion.

"I thought Sherlock was the dancer in the family." (Y/n) laughed as he began to move.

"We took the same bloody lessons. Though, I haven't kept up with it as he has." Her laugh was more melodic than the orchestral piece coming from the record player. "I'm sorry about today. I don't do well with public displays of affection, and combined with the expectations of weddings and the-" (Y/n) cut him off with a tender kiss.

"I forgive you, My." She laid her head against his shoulder as they swayed slowly. "Let's spend Christmas with your parents this year." She looked up and met his startled gaze.

"Are you sure?"

"Think of it as making up for today." She stopped their movement and gave him a look he knew all too well. "Now are you going to help me out of this dress or not?"

"Yes, love."