Mycroft/Anthea: Office Politics
"Too much history between us…old scores, resentments…"
Sherlock and John are Aurors and Mycroft occupies a ‘minor position’ in the Ministry of Magic, running up to the time of the Second Wizarding War
An adaptation of this picture set I made a while ago. Due to Tumblr’s cursed 10-image limitation, I had to sacrifice Moriarty as a Death Eater. Maybe he will reappear some time in the future.
Lara Pulver as Sherlock Holmes
Me too! There’s just something about them, isn’t there?
consultingtimeagent asked: AU - Mycroft Holmes is the detective and Sherlock is the government agent.
Series One, Episode One: A Study in Pink
I can’t deny it: I rather enjoy Femlock. My apologies, Anon; I mainly used your question as an excuse to make a gifset. I have thought over your question for a few days, but I can’t imagine that it would be any different for Sherlock and Mycroft had they been female. Their personalities, talents and proclivities would remain unchanged.
Mycroft’s path to power may have been more difficult, as it will always be harder for women in the establishment. Sherlock may have had more trouble with John flirting with her. But they still would have ended up the same people, as it is their intellect that defines them first and foremost. Both born geniuses, with unique minds, they both had to make their positions for themselves, as they didn’t fit anywhere else. And that is what has driven them to be the people they are today.
However, were we to consider what the Holmes Sisters might have been like had they existed in Victorian times, we would be looking at a very different outcome. For a discussion of what may have become of such brilliant, singular women in a patriarchal society, I can give you no greater source that Virginia Woolf - in the Shakespeare’s Sister section of A Room of One’s Own. She explains far better than I ever could.
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
- W.B. Yeats
Good lord, what have I done? Blink and you’ll miss it!
…Sometimes I ship Myquerry.
Now, please excuse me while I run away, cackling madly.