This page is somewhere for me to keep all the amazing fanfics and art I see so I can revisit (especially since tumblr). Sometimes I post original stuff of mine, too. Not only Mystrade, but I liked the username.
Author: mystrade-lecroft
This page is simply somewhere for me to keep all the amazing fanfics and art I see so I can revisit (since tumblr might implode). Sometimes I post original stuff of mine, too. Not only Mystrade, but mostly.
For soft smut Sunday. Yeah, it’s 112 words but Maths never was my strong point.😀
Egyptian cotton sheets,with the high thread count, now crumpled and sweaty as his lover writhes under him.
The air no longer scented with sandalwood but redolent of spent adrenaline and musk; the unmistakable smell of sex.
Greg eases in just a little further, evoking a bone-deep moan of pleasure from Mycroft. He’s so close, they both are, so wrapped in each other they could be one entity, and as Mycroft’s fingers twined with Greg’s tighten their grip, the words spill out of Greg.
“I love you.”
Then the world dissolves into white-hot pleasure, a downward spiral of ecstasy as Greg’s name is sobbed out with what sounds like Mycroft’s final breath.
“Still Dreaming” a little Mystrade drabble for #softsmutsunday
The idea for this came from @givethispromptatry – “Often times I wake up and wonder if I’m still dreaming.“
The sun was just starting to filter through the sheer curtains of their bedroom. They had left the window open a few inches last night and the breeze was softly wafting into the room. Greg looked at his phone. 7 AM Sunday morning. On the days he actually could sleep in, he found himself wide awake and ready to go. He turned to snuggle up to his bedmate, wrapping an arm around Mycroft’s chest and ghosting his fingers through the light patch of hair there. Mycroft stirred at Greg’s ministrations. He rolled onto his back towards Greg and cracked open an eye.
"Good morning,” smiled Mycroft, gazing into the deep chocolate brown eyes looking down at him.
“Hi there,” Greg purred.“ Sleep well?”
“Yes, very. Though of late, often times I wake up and wonder if I’m still dreaming.”
“Oh yeah, why’s that?” asked Greg, tracing a path with the tip of his finger across his husband’s cheek, underneath his jaw and back towards his ear.
“Because enjoying the daily minutia of life with you is just like living a dream. Even my dreams were never as good as how you make me feel on a daily basis."
Mycroft cupped Greg’s cheek with his hand and guided him down for a slow, sensuous kiss. Their tongues danced together in a lazy rhythm, no pressure, no rush, just relaxed and gentle. Greg’s fingers continued their feather light touches down Mycroft’s sides, stopping to cup each buttock with his hands, pulling Mycroft closer. Mycroft hummed his appreciation into Greg’s mouth and then pulled away, peppering light kisses along Greg’s jaw, down his neck and to his collar bone.
Their lovemaking progressed, still slow, still gentle, with each of them coming in synch. They laid together, sated, just relishing the sounds of each other’s heart beating. They fell back to sleep, entwined in each other’s arms. Lazy Sundays didn’t come too often for them, so they planned to make the most of this one.
Another comment by @mottlemoth, another bit of drabble spun out of nothingness and tea. It looks long but only because it’s epistolary. For the record, ‘Indeed, Gregory,’ is one of my FAVOURITE Mycroftian phrases ever ever EVAH.
EDIT: Formatting’s all wonky here in the Feed, apologies.
11.07pm
Heya Myke hows tricks?
11.09pm
Gregory?
11.10pm
Yup.
11.12pm
Good Lord, are you drunk?
11.14pm
Jeez no and who remembers to capitalise the
L in good lord?
You should just curse its easier.
11.20pm
Was there a purpose to your message, or are you
intending simply to distract me from my tasks?
11.24pm
Nothing in particular. Dinner last night
was good.
11.26pm
Bon is not ‘good’. It is one of the top restaurants in
London.
11.29pm
Yeah good. Like I said.
Bet they can’t do a kebab like that place
near Paddington Station though.
11.32pm
I would be inclined to agree.
11.41pm
So youre having a good day then?
11.43pm
My days are remarkable similar, from one to the next.
This conversation is an exception, of course.
11.44pm
What you don’t usually get coppers texting
for a chat? 😉
11.46pm
It is not a common occurrence, no.
11.47pm
Do you have dinner plans tomorrow? I could
take you to the kebab place then next time we go to Bon we can ask them to make
a kebab and we could compare.
11.48pm
Please tell me you are joking.
11.51pm
About Bon yes.
About kebabs tomorrow tonight no.
12.01am
You want to have dinner with me? Again?
12.04am
Well yeah. I had a good time last night,
Myke.
Oops past midnight. You know what I mean.
12.07am
If you are not drunk, please call me Mycroft.
12.08am
Okay. Mycroft.
12.14am
What is the purpose of our potential meeting tonight?
12.15am
To try the kebabs ???
12.17am
To what end?
12.20am
What? I have no idea what youre asking.
Just out with it will you
12.25am
Okay a little drunk. Tipsy. Cab home I
promise.
12.40am
Mycroft?
12.41am
Fuck. Sorry.
12.45am
Do you have a personal interest in me?
12.47am
What?
12.51am
Are you asking me on a date, Gregory?
12.53am
I guess I am. I mean I dont have anything
else to say about Sherlock if thats what you mean.
12.57am
That is our usual purpose.
12.59am
Yes. But we dont talk about him all night,
and it would be nice to not have to talk about him at all.
1.00am
You know what I mean.
1.02am
Yes, I do.
1.05am
Why do you believe I would be interested in a date
with you?
1.06am
Um, ouch.
1.07am
My apologies, I meant no slight Gregory.
To speak plainly.
1.10am
Yeah?
1.25am
Mycroft. Are you asking why I might think
youre gay?
1.31am
Yes.
1.33am
You do fit a certain stereotype, you know.
But that aside, I wasnt sure. I know youre
not married and Sherlock seemed to think it was amusing when I asked him if youd
ever been.
1.35am
Good Lord, you spoke of this to Sherlock?
1.36am
Ages ago.
Look, if youre not interested just say so.
I know even if youre gay you might not be interested. Its fine. As long as we
can still keep in touch about your brother Ill get over it.
1.39am
You don’t sound particularly sure, Gregory.
1.41am
Im trying to be nice Mycroft. Christ you
havent done this much have you?
1.43am
No.
1.45am
Well, let’s lay
it all out there. AMA.
1.46am
I beg your pardon?
1.48am
Ask Me Anything.
Its an internet thing according to my niece.
1.50am
Very well.
1.51am
Have you dated men before?
1.52am
Yes. Before I
was married, obviously.
1.53am
Were they serious relationships?
1.55am
One was. We
lived together for a couple of years.
1.59am
What would be your intentions towards me?
2.00am
I dont
understand the question.
2.07am
Are you interested in something short term, or
potentially more serious?
2.09am
Difficult
question.
2.11am
If you were
offering a one off or something casual I would probably take it.
2.11am
But if it was your decision?
2.11am
I want to get to
know you Mycroft. Not just a shag and goodbye.
2.18am
Mycroft?
2.19am
I’m here.
Processing.
2.19am
Okay. Take as
long as you need.
7.00am
Gregory?
7.02am
Yeah?
7.04am
How long have you been interested in me?
7.05am
A while.
7.07am
How long is a while?
7.09am
Wed be measuring
in months.
7.10am
Double digit
months.
7.11am
Really?
7.12am
Yep.
7.19am
And why are you extending this invitation now?
7.32am
Its almost my
birthday.
7.33am
I’m afraid I don’t understand the significance.
7.46am
My dad had a heart
attack and died when he was as old as Ill be next month.
7.47am
Ah. Carpe diem.
7.49am
Yeah. Now or
never right? At least Ill know.
7.50am
Indeed.
7.52am
What time would you suggest my car pick you up this
evening?
7.55am
Seriously?
8.01am
To answer the same questions as I put to you, Gregory:
I have dated men exclusively. None were serious. I would be exceptionally interested
in getting to know you, though if a short term or casual arrangement were the
only opportunities I would certainly avail myself of them. I have been deeply
attracted to you since March 15, 2003, the day we first met at Royal London
Hospital.
Overhead while walking to the parking lot, on campus: an actual real-life college-student + sugar daddy AU in the making:
Male College Student: so I think my roommate’s older brother is, like, hitting on me.
Female College Student: really??
Male Student: yeah, well…like, he’s like helping us out with rent and stuff? And he, like, wants to hang out a lot…like, even with just me, like, Roommate isn’t even there…and then he bought Roommate’s books for next semester, except he asked if I wanted to come to the bookstore, and then he bought my books. Like, I didn’t let him buy all of them ‘cause I felt weird. But then he bought me dinner. So, like…
Female Student: (half-joking) is he hot?
Male Student: uhhh…I guess? Yeah. Maybe. I mean, I dunno.
Female Student: wait, though, is this like a creepy thing? Is he creepy?
Male Student: no! No, dude, he’s not like–like he’s actually a pretty cool guy, like he’s paying for Roommate to go to college and helping us out, and he’s all smart, like he’s a lawyer and shit, and he’s, like, chill, y’know, and–
Female Student: oh my god you like, LIKE him.
Male Student: (loudly enough that heads turn) I’M NOT GAY.
Female Student: you totally like him!
Male Student: BUT I’M NOT GAY.
Female Student: you’re, like, gay FOR HIM.
Male Student: (stops walking) BUT–FUCK.
Female Student: you could, like, be dating a lawyer!
…at which point, because they’d stopped walking, I had to maneuver around them and pretend I’d not been eavesdropping, and find my car.
We may never know the outcome, but I like to think that Sudden Epiphany College Student and Roommate’s Hot Lawyer Older Brother are now happily dating. (I also wonder what Roommate thinks of this–as a friend I imagine he is pleased–and whether he was secretly hoping for this outcome.)
Anyway, though: imagine your OTP. 😀
Just to provide slightly more context, now that I’m home and not posting from my phone:
1 – I teach at a college in Southern California, in Orange County. Yes, the O.C. Which perhaps helps set the scene, and;
2 – neither of them had been in my class, I just happened to be walking behind them at the right time;
3 – Female Student was tiny, adorable, delighted, and, best guess, about thirty seconds from pulling out a phone and calling Roommate’s Hot Lawyer Brother just to make sure these two idiots got their act together;
4 – Male Student’s concluding “FUCK” contained such profound layers of emotion–dismay, dawning realization, personal thunderstruck revelation, hope–that no words can do it justice here.
The petite woman scowled, but then shrugged and moved away to the other side of the busy pub. Greg affectionately patted the empty bar stool next to him and returned his attention to his pint.
“Come on, Greg. You’ve been here every night for the last two weeks. Whoever you’re waiting for, she’s not coming,” the bartender said to the nods of the people around them.
“Well, I like to think positive,” Greg replied.
“Suit yourself.”
Greg smiled to himself as, just at that moment, the phone in his pocket buzzed. He sneaked a look at the caller ID. Mycroft Holmes. Of course. Three missed calls that day already. God knows how many over the last weeks. Not even counting the texts. But he wasn’t willing to budge on this, so he declined the call and put the phone back.
For all the months he had known Sherlock’s older brother, they had never met face to face. An anonymous voice on the phone first, a genuinely interesting person to chat with later, a full-blown crush now. Behind the safety barrier of the phone, Mr. Holmes had turned into Mycroft and while the man had returned Greg’s attempts at flirtation only shyly at first, what they had, had basically turned into a long-distance relationship soon after.
Well, not exactly ‘long’-distance. Greg was acutely aware that the man, he all but had phone-sex with on several occasions, was somewhere in London all this time, but refused to actually meet him. It had been fine at first, but the urge to actually see Mycroft – to meet him in the flesh and get acquainted in the biblical sense – had gotten so big, he had finally snapped.
I’ll be at my favourite pub every night. Until you deem me worthy to show your face to, I won’t be talking to you anymore.
It had been a risky thing. Greg was well aware that Mycroft could simply leave it at that. Maybe his attraction hadn’t been as big as Greg thought. But it was a risk he had to take.
There was a movement in the corner of his eye. Greg reached for his glass and took a sip. The words fell from his lips automatically.
“Sorry, the seat’s taken.”
“Yes, I know,” a well-known, deep voice answered. “It’s mine.”
Greg’s eyes widened and he turned to see a tall man, clad in an elegant three-piece suit, umbrella hanging from one arm, coat over the other. The man looked down on him, one eyebrow already raised. Greg had never seen Mycroft Holmes before – had never even dared to imagine what he looked like – but there was no doubt in his mind that it was him.
Behind him, he heard a group of people cheer and clap, and he was well aware that Mycroft had just won some people a large portion of a betting pool.
“On second thought, I don’t think I will take the seat, after all,” Mycroft said and a cat-like smile graced his lips. “Follow me.”
Headcanon: Greg dances around the house in just his boxers with music blaring when he thinks Mycroft is out… and sometimes when he knows he’s not.
Maybe boxers and socks so he can slide across Mycroft’s polished floors…
I like the idea. Lots of bum wiggling involved I presume.
Ooh definitely accepted! And myc keeps on.buying him very posh boxers very bum fitting….
Very tight, thin, forming fitting, white boxers.
Mycroft is determined to teach Greg move “actual” dance moves, but Greg much prefers shimmying and shaking. Which, no matter how much Mycroft protests, he adores as well. And no matter how close he came to murdering Jacob Rees-Mogg (the answer is very close), it always helped to relax Mycroft and mace him smile.
I propose TRUNKS instead of boxers:
I think Mycroft would try to buy him trunks / boxer-briefs, but left to his own devices, I bet Greg wears briefs and will happily dance around the house in them.
poe was kidnapped off yavin when he was like four, only has very vague memories of his parents. he mostly just remembers the tree in his backyard, and that his name used to be poe
poe is a terrible stormtrooper. like. his piloting scores are unrivaled and he’s great on paper but every time he’s sent into battle he just mysteriously misses every person he’s meant to be shooting
so they stop sending him on infantry missions and assign him just as a tie fighter pilot, but even then he mostly just leads opponents on wild goosechases instead of blasting them
this does not go over well with his superiors but he’s the best pilot they have and they know it
finn is the best strategist the resistance has, even though he’s so damn young you know. like maybe the first few weeks some of the older officers questioned his place there but once he introduced his first attack plan on a first order outpost they were like. oh we get it now and leia’s like uh-huh.
leia doesn’t want to send him to jakku and tbh finn doesn’t want to go because he fucking hates sand and heat but he was the only one lor san tekka would trust to meet other than ackbar or leia
poe isn’t on jakku but when he sees that finn’s been captured his first thought is 1. do all resistance fighters look like that and 2. this guy’s my ticket out of here
he’s wanted to run away for years but he didn’t know where to go. he’ll go to the resistance baby!!
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