Fall.
#‘HELLO HUSBAND’
#‘HOW IS THE UNDERWORLD ARE THE SOULS BEHAVING?’@thatonepinksupervillain, thought you would like this. :3
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.
Mystrade Prompt
After Greg and Mycroft adopt their first child they both worked full time jobs so they each took turns in taking her to work with them. When it was Greg’s turn he carried her around on his hip the whole time bringing her to all the crime scenes and shielding her eyes from anything too gory, everyone at the station adored her and doted on her constantly they each took turns babysitting her when Greg was busy. And when it was Mycroft turn he took her to the office where she sat on his desk drawing pretty pictures on boring and unimportant documents while he typed away on his laptop, they ate lunch together and she make quite the mess but he didn’t mind. And when they all got home they would all sir in the sofa together watching Disney movies until they all fell asleep.
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Concussion
“Cheers.” Greg’s smile falls away as the nurse leaves the consulting room. He takes a breath, and tests the rapidly-swelling lump on the side of his head. A sharp half-gasp as he touches a place, through the gauze, that hurts more than he’d expected.
He sighs and stands up, slowly pulling on his coat. His arms, shoulders and back ache. His legs are tired from running.
Bed. God. Home, bed, tomorrow – well. Tomorrow, paperwork. His head aches at the thought.
Slowly, he makes his way towards the exit, raising a hand and summoning a cheery grin on the way for the nurse who’d patched him up. His head really is throbbing, now. God knows when he last ate, but he’d had a cup of tea a few hours ago – right? And then it all kicked off – and since then, he’s not had a minute to himself.
It’s alright. Plenty of time to himself when he gets home.
Sometimes, the silence of his small flat is perfect, after a long day at work. Tonight, though – there won’t be anyone there. There to look after him, to be concerned about his injury, to make him a cup of tea and some dinner.
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Poe: Hey
Finn: I have a boyfriend
Poe: buddy I’m your boyfriend
Finn: I know I just still cant believe I have a boyfriend
Otp Prompt
Person A: “You like me?”
Person B: *Blushes* “Yeah but like, in a cool way. Like, I only have one feeling and it’s reserved for you. But if you don’t want it, then pretend I didn’t say that.”
Mycroft is B and Greg is A
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