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.
Everyone: *Arguing over who gave Greg the idea to propose*
Greg: *laughs* Thanks guys, but I remember exactly when I decided.
*Flashback to the two of them sitting in bed together*:
Mycroft: *gasps angrily*
Greg: What’s wrong?
Mycroft: *shaking his head* This crossword has a typo in it! *continues with the crossword*
Greg: *looks over at him and smiles softly, looking so incredibly in love*
Greg let out a low whistle as
Mycroft exited the car, causing the younger man to flush. Mycroft approached
the cordon line, his head held high. Greg walked over to meet him.
“That wasn’t very subtle.”
Mycroft muttered when they reached each other.
“Didn’t mean it to be.” Greg
responded cheekily. “You look like sex on legs.” Mycroft failed to look
displeased. “Where’ve you been?”
“I’m returning from a
function at the Canadian embassy.”
“Well, Sherlock’s not here.”
“I wasn’t looking for
Sherlock.” Mycroft’s tongue slipped across his lower lip.
(So, there’s this guy who walks his dog and this other guy who takes his son to school. They see each other every morning at the park, make eye contact and nod, but don’t talk. One day first guy looks quite sad. Doesn’t look up. The second guy walks past, then turns around asks him if he fancies a cup of coffee after he’s dropped his son off. First guy is quite alarmed – that’s not how his mornings usually go, they only nod at each other! and now they’re talking! – and thinks second guy is joking, but second guy is serious and asks again. First guy agrees and second guy is delighted and says he will come back after bringing his son to school.)
VERY interesting!!!
Poe: Yeah, we’re best friends, but I’d fuck you if you asked.
Finn: What?
Poe: What?
Rose: *fixing BB8* He said he’d fuck you if you asked.
Mycroft steps into the kitchen to refill his glass of wine, carrying Rosie’s beaker with him. The little girl is getting tired. They should do Sherlock’s birthday cake soon so that she can go to bed.
John and Lestrade are just opening another couple of beers.
“Well why not?” says John with quiet amusement. “It’s just like you’re on your own, really, isn’t it.”
“Um, not really,” snorts Lestrade. “That’s sort of the point. Ugh. Nope. Too creepy for me.”
Back turned, Mycroft pours the wine.
“Oh come on,” snorts John. “Aren’t you even a bit curious?”
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