cerejeiraz:

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#this is a lovely kitchen #i imagine this in greg’s flat #mycroft really likes it #but once he gets up in the middle of the night for a glass of water #and hits his leg on the stepladder #there’s a bruise on his pale ginger skin by morning #and greg asks him about it then kisses it better #he gets rid of the stepladder before mycroft next sleeps over #mycroft gets up early to make greg coffee at the weekend #and wishes he knew how to make pancakes #(he’s deduced it’s greg’s secret favourite breakfast) #(even though greg pretends he loves mycroft’s favourite – fruit and yoghurt) #mycroft vows to learn to cook

Greg: Are you.. blushing?

Mycroft: What, no.

Greg: Did I get the ever-stoic, hardcore, total badass Mycroft Holmes to blush?

Mycroft: No… It’s… It’s the cold.

Greg: Huh. It’s the cold. And not that I told you “your face is freaking adorable and I bet the rest of you is too?”

Mycroft: *blushing harder* *voice cracks* N-no.