When Mycroft’s sick Greg still kisses him on the lips, Mycroft always ducks yelling about the germs but Greg grabs his face and does it anyway. A few days later he always ends up sick too.
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 always makes these posts about how Sherlock would make a beautiful best man’s speech at Mystrade’s wedding but let’s be honest we’ve seen Sherlock give a best man’s speech before and he’ll just fumble the cards and mutter about something completely irrelevant and call Greg about fifteen names beginning with ‘g’ while he pretends not to care despite the fact that he cares very much like our small Sherlock is very precious but honestly they’d have got John to do it.
Bonus points: about half of the wedding speeches are taken up with Anderson and Donovan presenting a powerpoint chronicling all the times they kNEW Mystrade was real and thEY WERE RIGHT (side note: Anderson probably shouldn’t be trusted with a laser pointer) also Rosie still has to have her hand held to walk without falling over but she makes an excellent flower girl and only attempts to chew on her hairpiece twice
Reblog if you encourage people sending those excellently shitty valentines cards to your inbox
How do you think Greg would tell Sherlock he’s dating his brother, something tells me Sherlock says something mean to him and Greg shouts at him your brother likes it! Lol I can just see Sherlock’s shocked confused face.
“New shirt Gabe?” Sherlock asked glancing the detective up and down with a raised brow.
Greg rolled his eyes “It’s Greg and yes it is”.
Sherlock pulled a face “Hmm doesn’t suit you. Pretty ridiculous colour of you ask me”.
“Yeah well you brother likes it…likes it more when it’s on the floor of his bedroom…” Greg muttered with crossed arms.
Sherlock froze, his face contorting with shock “What?”
“You heard me”.
Imagine Greg seeing his house and mocking it a bit. “Bit big for one person innit?” But like secretly loving it too. Because it’s little bits of Mycroft that no one else gets to see.
And like inviting himself round after cases or ostensibly to mutually worry about Sherlock but really he’s just making sure that Mycroft’s not going home to an empty house all the time. And like he makes him some old fashioned boeuf bourguignon like his French grandmother used to make (but like a bit of a healthier version because he knows diet is a difficult thing for him) but he helps him to relax his attitude around good food and nice wine, and just helps him to enjoy things more.
And like it just becomes a thing, Greg cooks and Mycroft chooses the wine, and one day Greg is like “Y’know what this place needs? A dog. But we’re both at work so much it’d hardly be fair would it?”
And Mycroft is just staring because he’s wondering when they became a them.
And Greg’s liked “What? Have I got sauce on my face again? I’ve got sauce on my face again haven’t I? Messy business bourguignon.”
Mycroft just sets his knife and fork together neatly and just mildly replies in the softest voice, “Don’t be alarmed, Gregory but..I think I love you.”
And Greg finishes wiping his mouth with his napkin and pushes his plate aside and just folds his arms in the way he does and and leans on the table and just says “Think?”
And Mycroft’s eyes flicker to his arms and Greg just rolls his eyes yes because he’s chided him with ‘Elbows aren’t for tables, Gregory’ before. But this time he doesn’t say that.
He just says as if almost surprised “I like your elbows on my table.”
And Greg just smiles and raises his eyebrows and says “Elbows eh? You should see the rest of me.” Even though he knows he means more than that. But this is how they work. This is them. And how they’ll get there.
And they do. One day in the future they’ll watch that film Mycroft watched alone and this time it’ll be Greg who mouthes along with the words while Mycroft smiles. Just smiles. Elbows indeed.
Headcanon: Greg is a naturally flirtratious person and he knows it so he takes every chance to flirt with mycroft and even though he rarely replies he actually enjoys being flirted by Greg
The only leg work Mycroft does is going on strolls with Greg after their dates.
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Bistro Origins
For imaginedexperiences who was brave enough to prompt and also patient. 🙂
Mycroft Holmes folded the lid of his pocket watch closed and tucked it back into his pocket. He raised his eyes to the large front window, outside of which two women were arguing. The taller one, wearing six-inch heels which she didn’t need in order to tower over the other, was losing. She’d been the first to shift from full-hand gestures to single fingers, and was about to switch from index finger with the occasional thumb to a different finger altogether. The shorter one was still using the flat of her hand and a very stern expression. Her wild mane of corkscrew curls floated around her as if an intentional contrast with the shaved head of her counterpart.
The crunch of vehicle impact had come as an afterthought to his ears, but had startled several of the other customers in the bistro. The man behind the counter had raised his head involuntarily, almost immediately shaking it with a sigh as he reached for the phone. A few of the customers had gone outside to gawk, which was what had provoked the argument.
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