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.

she is a summer child with flowers in her
fingertips and storms in her voice, she is
rushing rivers and a lilac breeze. he is a violent
wind with thunder and ice in his bones
and has no idea what to do with the razor edges
of this girl who has followed him into the darkness.
this girl, this magical girl, who pets his dog
and eats his fruit and fastens herself a crown of
long dead roses taken from cold, stiff hands,
who brushes him aside with frigid determination,
seats herself upon his throne and strikes more fear
into the hearts of men than he himself could ever
have dreamed of. he is a rejected son with a bruised heart and
leftover memories of a family he never knew, he is
whispers of tomorrow and a faded promise. she
is a caged bird with dreams of freedom and a fiery
rage buried deep in her ribs and when she sees him
leave an opening, she snatches it out right from
under his nose. she relishes the taste of pomegranate
on her tongue and makes his place her own with
a light in her eye that echos power and vengeance and
the end of the world. she seats herself upon his throne and
reigns with the might and fury of a goddess scorned;
she likes it better here, in the dark and the damp.
here she is a queen.

Her rule has just begun
(via bloodrunslikeink)

wingedwolves:

♛ inspiration: hozier & florence as hades & persephone ♛

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice ✞

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away ☼

And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It’s a fine romance but it’s left me so undone
It’s always darkest before the dawn ☽

inspired by this post
photo sources:  ➳ ∞ , google images, and tumblr.

eventhorizon451:

Greg Lestrade is the high-powered producer of the most popular quiz show on television and is determined to continue its success, despite the highly-unexpected contestant, Mycroft Holmes, who seems as determined to drain every bit of the prize money budget and, further, make the show, the host, the writers and producer look like fools.  Unfortunately, this troublesome contestant also does very wicked things to Lestrade’s libido and Mycroft is very well aware of that every time they have a meeting about the show.  When Mycroft finally gives his conditions for making a graceful exit from the program, Lestrade is both shocked and aroused since Mycroft’s condition is… him.

eventhorizon451:

It has been many years since award-winning journalist Mycroft Holmes felt the urge to do any appreciable legwork for a story, but the capture of notorious militia leader, Greg Lestrade, inspires his investigatory juices and he has himself assigned to cover the trial, which is as explosive and turbulent as he predicted.  When Lestrade is found innocent of his crimes, he makes Mycroft a surprising offer – come with him to see what he and his men really do and tell the true story, which the mainstream media have intentionally gotten wrong, Lestrade believes, to enhance their ratings and curry favor with certain corporate and governmental interests.  Accepting the offer is a tremendous risk, as the tales surrounding Lestrade are nothing short of dire and the man is considered one of the most dangerous individuals in the world, however… Mycroft senses there is truth behind Lestrade’s words and agrees.  He predicted hardships, he predicted having his assumptions and preconceptions challenged, he expected the sort of adventure a man his age had no business attempting… he did not, however, predict falling in love…

Persephone: Whoa! Look at that! Who’d wanna live in a place like that?
Hades: That would be my home.
Persephone: Oh and it is LOVELY. You know, you’re really quite a decorator. It’s amazing what you’ve done with such a modest budget. I like that boulder. That is a NICE boulder.

Hades: My dearest friend,
If you don’t mind
I’d like to join you by your side
Persephone and Hades:Where we could gaze into the stars
And sit together now and forever
For it is plain as anyone could see
We’re simply meant to be

alightyear:

I’d love to know how Lito
and Hernando first met, before their first date.

I imagine them both seated
at a table alone at a cafe, Lito reading a script for an
audition or a movie and Hernando correcting essays from his students.
Lito notices Hernando of course and can’t keep his eyes off of this
very handsome man and every now and then, Hernando catches his eye
and smiles, while Lito looks away, pretending he wasn’t staring.

Eventually, Hernando
gathers his stuff, stands up, and approaches Lito’s table.

“Mr Rodriguez?” he
says, because of course he recognized Lito.

Lito is suddenly both
embarrassed and shy and he scratches
his head, a nervous habit,
while answering: “Hum, yeah?” He tries not to look directly at
Hernando’s eyes but he sees the man smile.

“Do you mind if I join
in?”

Lito hesitates for a
second. He’s definitely embarrassed now – does the man know? He
knows. You gotta be careful, Lito, you idiot, think about your career
– but the man’s smile is warm and tender, it feels comforting
so he nods. “No, no, hum, not at all, please have
a seat.”

“Thank you”, Hernando
says. Then, presenting his hand. “My name is Hernando Fuentes.”

Lito shakes his hand,
hoping Hernando won’t notice how sweaty his hand is. “And you
already know my name, apparently.”

Hernando laughs gently and
oh god, it makes Lito’s heart jump. “I do. I have seen The Killing
Machine.”

Lito
laughs too, more nervously. “Yeah… not my best role.”

“It
definitely wasn’t your best movie”, Hernando corrects. “But your
prestation made it tolerable. You brought some depth to a rather flat
character, making him, the killing machine, almost human. Almost
vulnerable.”

Lito
is moved and a bit more comfortable. “Thank you. I… actually had
made a whole background story for Alejandro but the director wouldn’t
agree with it.”

“Shame.
Can I ask what you had in mind?”

So
Lito tells him. And Hernando nods, asks questions Lito wouldn’t have
asked himself and after half an hour of studying every aspects of
Alejandro’s life and personality, he feels like this character is a
part of him.

“Now
it feels like a good movie”, Lito laughs, more naturally this time.

Then
Lito asks about what Hernando does for a living and they talk for
another half an hour about art until Hernando says he has to go give
his lecture. Lito is disappointed but he’s good at hiding his true
feelings so he says. “Well, it was a pleasure meeting you. Have a
good day.”

But
he didn’t expect Hernando to say: “It really was. Would you like to
go out sometimes?”

Lito’s
shocked, embarrassed, has a little nervous laugh “hum, yeah”,
scratches his head, “yeah why not, hum”, takes a sip of his
coffee “go out like hum” and he finally asks it because it has to
be clear: “like a date?”

Hernando’s
smile is affectionate again. “If you wish it to be.”

That’s
when Lito finally allows himself to look directly at Hernando’s eyes.
He suddenly feels both shy and stronger and for once he finally tells
the truth: “I’d love that”, he says.