A/n- Hi guys! Sorry for the infrequent uploads but I've been REALLY busy with school work at the moment. I hope this longer chapter will compensate for my absence 😅 enjoy.  (I guess)
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It was a warm Friday morning when you heard the first shrill chiming of your alarm clock. Unable to extend your arm backwards enough to turn it off (as this position was new and hence uncomfortable to you), you resorted to giving the bed side table a little push; the resulting rebound of this sent the clock tumbling to the floor with a thud and ceasing its wailing. By this point in your fumbling, Mycroft was already awake and you jumped as he clasped his hands around your waist and tugged you backwards into his warm embrace under the duvet. You giggled and squirmed trying to break the flesh chains which bound you but he was too strong... You loved his strength... It was so subtle. To look at him, you wouldn't think he was that strong, he is fairly lean and tall; more awkward looking than strong. Despite this however, when he held you, he wouldn't let go.

After five minutes of wriggling resulted in a miraculous escape from his bound limb cage, you slipped your legs over the end of the bed and stood upright, leaning to your right to retrieve your night gown from its mahogany stand by the wall. You wrapped the light silk elegantly round yourself and approached the bathroom to have a shower.
"Don't take too long getting ready precious" Mycroft spoke in an elevated volume from his position still curled up in bed.
"Why?" You shouted back, not drawing your eyes away from the mirror as you fiddled with your hair
"You forgot didn't you? It's the gala. Remember? The opening of the new art gallery."
You internally face palmed as you stepped into the shower. You had forgotten. It had been at least two weeks since he has last reminded you so it was inevitable really.
"But the gala is pirate themed isn't it? Everyone has to dress up with some relation to piratical origins? I don't have a costume!" You shouted once again
"Oh yes you do...." Mycroft murmured under his breath, grinning.

He waited until you had finished in the shower -once again, draped in gentle pink silk- and still grinning, handed you a large box.
"What's this?" You asked, intrigued.
"Your costume"
Your face immediately brightened and you squeaked a little with excitement. You placed the box down on the bad and eagerly removed the lid. What you saw knocked you breathless. It was an exact replica of Elizabeth Swann's dress from 'Pirates of the Caribbean'.
"Oh my god Mycroft! This must have cost a fortune!" You wept slightly, holding up to your body and beaming madly.
"Now, precious, don't worry about the money, it's just a gift" he smiled genuinely as tears rolled down your face in intense ecstasy.
"What are you wearing?" You pressed,
"Well... I was definitely not going to dress as Sparrow and the 'William Turner' costume only ran in an extra small... So I will be James Norrington."
You widened your eyes exponentially and bit your lip, trying to conceal another squeal as you jumped up and down vigorously.
"He is literally my favourite character! He is very attractive, suits you perfectly" you giggled childishly as he blushed, folding his arms
"Yes... Well.." He coughed quietly with embarrassment "you'd better get ready, I'll call one of the maids to help you do up the back"

You smiled and stepped behind a translucent paper screen in the corner of the room to slip the dress on. The maid then arrived and graciously helped you with your corset bodice. The feeling the dress have you was intense. Sort of, regal and beautiful and powerful all at the Sam time.
"I love it!" You cried from behind the screen, admiring yourself in the mirror.

While Mycroft finished getting changed, you lightly applied some makeup and stepped out into the centre of the room. You felt amazing. Mycroft then made and appearance from the bathroom having showered and changed into the appropriate attire.
"You look amazing!" You shrieked in a hyperbolically girlish scream which actually made him jump a little. He humoured you, giving a little spin before stopping to really acknowledge your outfit.
"Wow..." He whispered, making you blush this time.
"You like it?" You inquired
"Like it? I love it! You look just like her! That corset does look a little tight though... Are you ok?... Can you actually breathe?" Even though he gave a slight chuckle at this statement, there was a clear tone of sincerity passing his lips and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"I'm fine" you smiled innocently
"Sure?... You will be on your feet all day and as dashing as you look, I'd hate for you to be unsafe. That thing must have pulled your waist in at least another couple of inches... You're positive you're fine?"
"Yes!" You laughed at his over protectiveness.
"Okay then. Our car is waiting outside, let's go!"

The car ride proved to be slightly uncomfortable due to your extravagant costume. The bodice forced you to sit bold upright and it pushed you back against the chair every time there was a slight hint of acceleration. You arrived in one piece nonetheless, and were swiftly being escorted up the stairs of the grand building into the main gallery where thaw gala was being held. The art that adorned the walls was spectacular. It was an off mix between Impressionism, modernism, cubism, Art Deco and Renaissance all rolled into one. The beauty of it took your breath away (literally). You were obviously the best dressed there, everyone else was wearing cheap-looking pirate outfits or admiral outfits bought a week in advance off eBay. You instantly felt beautiful and even more so when Mycroft reached one of his hands out to hold yours and brandished his favourite umbrella in the other.

As the day rolled on, more and more people flooded into the marble gallery and Mycroft clutched on to your hand tighter as he knew how crowds made you feel lost sometimes. This crowd, however, seemed a little too much... The heat was intense, your dress was made of thick, expensive material which insulated your body and raised your temperature exponentially every time you bumped in to a stranger. You kept trying to catch Mycroft's gaze every now and then but he was too engrossed in the artwork to notice the colour slowly draining from your flat cheeks like water running from an unplugged sink. You felt yourself get short of breath and your hearing became fuzzy. It was like everything around you was going in slow motion and you could feel yourself getting weaker. Suddenly, your hand slipped from his and you collapsed backwards on to the decorative tiling, narrowly missing hitting your head in the process.
"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" Mycroft called as he immediately knelt by your side, slid his hand under your back and gently (as gently as he could in his state of worry) rolled you over on to your front and undid the back of your dress. A crowd soon formed around you both but Mycroft was not phased at all. He had slipped into an enchanted state where the only thing he cared about was saving you. Swiftly, he twisted the handle of his umbrella and withdrew a sword which heroically was then used to slice apart the laces doing up your corset and air flooded back into your lungs. Manually, you rolled back over -still in his arms- and just lay there, panting heavily with your eyes closed. Mycroft softly placed his hand onto your forehead to relieve your stress and reassure you that he was there for you. As your eyelids fluttered back open, you found yourself getting dragged into Mycroft's gaze, his mahogany orbs luring you into his comfort and cradling your soul as he physically cradled your weak limbs.
"Are you ok?..." He asked, straightly, the audience of people still holding their breath after witnessing such a noble and unannounced act of heroism.
"I...believe so..." You whispered, letting your head rock backwards and rest on his arm.
"I told you that bloody thing was too tight didn't I?" He chuckled slightly before speaking with the same serious sympathy as he had done before "I don't want you to hurt yourself... I think we should be getting home now"
You smiled softly and gave a small nod to signify your agreement in his decision to leave.
"Come on." He smiled, helping you amble to your feet before placing the sword back into the handle of his umbrella and laughing.

The car journey home felt much shorter  (and significantly fire comfortable as you could move) than the arrival, you were mainly focused on each other as the wheels turned cruelly against the black tarmac. "Thank you again Mycroft" you muttered sweetly, pressing your head against his arm "I'm sorry you had to go through that"
"Nonsense" he replied, removing his costume hat and placing it on the empty seat next to him. "The most important thing is that you are ok, the ordeal ,though a little frightening, was not horrific enough to require an apology"
His logical approach to matters like that never failed to make you grin to yourself. While others found him an obnoxious freak, you saw him as a warm, cuddly, misunderstood teddy bear who always looked out for you.
"Thank you Mycroft" you whispered, leaning in to pack him on the lips.
"You're welcome Miss Swann" he replied, cheekily, kissing you back with more fire. You arrived home and re entered your bedroom to realise that it was only 6pm
"What are we supposed to do until bed?" You asked, curiously.
Mycroft placed his hat down onto the bed sheets and took a deep breath before replying.
"Well... We could always make the most of these costumes..."
Your eyes narrowed and you brushed a stray could of hair away from your face.
"I'm all yours Commodore"
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A/N- Can we all just take a second to appreciate James Norrington? I think he is one of the most attractive characters in the film 😅😅❤️