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.

Drabble of the Day: 29/03/16

lostandfoundmystrade:

I sometimes look at Mycroft and wonder how she could have possibly got this far in life being single.

Not in a “She needs a man to show her everything” way, hell knows that the man who thinks he could take her on is twice as stupid as he believes her to  be merely because of her gender.

But sometimes there are little moments that shows that she could have so much potential as an equal to someone.

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Drabble of the day: 14/04/16

lostandfoundmystrade:

“Daddy! Daddy! We have to go now!”

“Please petal its…” Greg looked up from his pillow and groaned.

“It’s time to get up!”

“Yeah, yeah it is. Get off a minute and let me sit up.” Elizabeth rolled onto the other side of the double bed and sat eagerly.

“You have your bag ready?”

“Yes we have to go!” Elizabeth rolled off her side of the bed and out of the room.

Greg groaned and flopped back into his pillow.

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Drabble of the day, 03/03/16

lostandfoundmystrade:

‘Another idiot. Jeeze. Poor bugger.’

Greg subtly stretched his arms as he stood behind the podium and looked down at the clock in front of him.

1:12 mintues left.

The speed date event was a new thing, this being the sixth evening that Lestrade’s had held in their michelin restaurant. Greg had been excited to start this venture, a small thing that would be good fun and keep customers coming in the door (not that they had much of a problem in that regard, he wouldn’t be too arrogant in saying).

But right now, Greg wasn’t feeling that ‘Good Fun’ was what was being had, at least by this guy. Tall, legs for miles it was a wonder how he actually sat down, good breeding by the RP voice, turned up in the most gorgeous suit – blue three piece with a white shirt and black tie that was, frankly, adorable. The guy was obviously here against his will, not so to be rude to each woman that he was rotated to, but enough that Greg could pick it up.

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holnnes:

Now I’m listening to Thinking Out Loud and thinking about Sherlock and Victor in their early twenties fooling around in Sherlock’s dingy student flat in the middle of the night and Sherlock with his scarf tied in a bow over his tshirt and jeans, bowing as low as he can and offering his hand to Victor who fans himself dramatically with one hand as Sherlock spins him on the spot and eventually they’re both laying side by side on the floor and laughing their heads off but they still have their fingers entwined and they stay there for hours

In my headcanons, Victor is always:

thebratmoriarty:

  • Taller than Sherlock
  • Older than Sherlock
  • Social
  • A nice guy
  • Adventurous
  • A nice guy
  • Sexually in tune to Sherlock’s needs
  • Essential to Sherlock’s backstory
  • A nice guy
  • Sherlock’s first love
  • Clever
  • Fit, coming from a sports and martial arts background
  • Old money
  • Tom Hiddleston, JJ Feild, or Matthew Gray Gubler
  • A nice guy
  • Not an asshat
  • Not an abuser
  • A nice guy

I don’t understand why people think Victor was the abuser who made Sherlock the way he is.  Victor Trevor could have easily, and more likely, been an exception to Sherlock’s boredom with society.  Victor is just as important and essential in my headcanon as John is. 

consulting-lemon:

Things I love:
-Victor calling Sherlock ‘Bee’ or ‘Honeybee’
-Victor calling Sherlock ‘Will’ and ‘William’
-Victor not believing that people actually call his Will, ‘Sherlock’
-Victor and Sherlock both acting 5 when they see a dog
-Victor sometimes calling Sherlock ‘honey’ because bees
-Cute matching bee underwear