ALL THINGS HORSEY
A certain fucking deadman just opened the bloody Olympics.
More sad kidlock my brain decided I needed to make and then have feels over. I can’t even decide on a back-story for this, asdfghjkl;
All of his bags were packed and he’d silently taken them to his car; all that was left were the two small cases sitting on the bare bed. With a heavy sigh, he takes one last look around the room he’d grown up in before lifting the cases and leaving the room.
Mycroft was moving to his own place now that he was finished with Uni. He was leaving quite early so he would have enough time to get to his new home and unpack before it got too hot in the day, so the house was quiet and empty. Goodbye’s had been given to his parents the night before, but he’d said nothing to little Sherlock. They boy had been so enthralled in one of his silly experiments the last few days that Mycroft wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t even aware of his leaving. Their parents would tell him, eventually, if he didn’t figure it out on his own.
He is halfway down the stairs when he hears the soft padding of bare feet and, sure enough, Sherlock turns around the corner with a drink in hand, aiming to go back up to his room. They both pause and stare at each other silently for a few minutes.
“You’re leaving me.”
Mycroft sighs, but doesn’t deny it.
“You’re leaving me. Just like everyone else. You pro-” Sherlock cuts himself off, realizing how childish it sounds. He drops his gaze to his feet, refusing to look at his older brother.
“Don’t take this personally, Sherlock. You know I can’t stay here forever. I have to move on and start my life as an adult, without the help of our parents.”
“Sherlock, I am not leaving you. Not for good. You are welcome to visit whenever you like, and I won’t be that far away. I am not breaking our promise, ‘Lock. I wouldn’t do that-” Sherlock had dropped his drink and run up the few steps to meet Mycroft, wrapping his thin arms around his older brother, knocking both of them back. In return, Mycroft wraps his own arms around Sherlock and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m not leaving you, ‘Lock. I will keep my promise.”
Oh god, that’s beautiful and perfect ;u;
Pride & Prejudice - Darcy!Sherlock & Elizabeth!John
“You can’t speak to me like that. I’m the captain!”
Best “scram” face of all time.