you wake up in the bed you make

Hello, hi, I will post a shit-got-real-for-a-long-minute update sometime soon, but right now it's almost 3 a.m. in my time zone and I'm feeling happy and chatty about my new fannish love. Basically, I fell face-first into BBC Sherlock about two weeks ago, and for the past three days have had little else knocking around in my head than thoughts about Mycroft Holmes and ( his beautiful soul. )

Basically, I want allllll the Mycroft fic. About how there is no dealer in London who will sell to Sherlock. About taking care of Sherlock in the middle of the night because he'd nearly OD'd on something. About how the British government would've either recruited or eliminated Sherlock by now were it not for his "minor" position.

tl;dr Mycroft Holmes LET ME LOVE YOU FOREVER