Would anyone be interested in paying me to write Sherlock fanfic for you?

Hiya Anon, I haven't written anything Sherlock related in a while but I'm always happy to respond to an ask. Apologies if it's not what you expected.

As you slowly flutter your eyes open you notice the government shaped man blocking out the morning light. "Good morning," he says in that tone only Mycroft seems to muster. A combination of care, worry and constant disdain. "Morning," you mumble back rubbing your eyes and sitting up. "I slept on the sofa, I didn't wish to wake you when I got home. You needed the sleep. However, I did bring breakfast." From behind his back he brings out a plate of French toast and cutlery neatly wrapped in a napkin. "It's hardly 5 star but it's the thought that counts, so they tell me."

"You really need to stop spoiling me Mycroft." His face turns stern. "Nonsense." You go quiet. You know why he's being nice. You don't want his pity. "I know that face..." he breathes out slowly and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "I am doing this because I love you and it's been a hard week and we could both do with a break. Do you understand me y/n?" You smirk and give him a peck on the check. "Yes Boss." He rolls his eyes. "I do hate it when you call me that."

You smile properly. "I am well aware."