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.
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [28/30] Sex Worker AU
Mycroft Holmes is a high class prostitute who learns too much about people far too powerful. Greg Lestrade is the policeman who is working on his case and trying not to get distracted and act unprofessionally.
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [26/30] Artist AU
Mycroft is a painter and an art student, who might be a bit strict about his views on what art is and is not. Greg Lestrade makes some extra cash by modeling for art students. He also enjoys street art and challenging other people’s expectations…
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [25/30] Librarian AU
When Mycroft Holmes need to unwind and relax he can always count on his favourite library, because he there always will be something of interest for him and he won’t be disturbed. Ever. He and the librarian have an understanding. He can even check out more books than other people and return deadlines rarely apply to him.
Until one day there’s a new man behind the librarian desk, but he is most certainly not Mycroft’s librarian.
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [24/30] Veterinarian AU
Different cats have different ways of showing their disapproval. Mycroft’s cat tends to fake illness. Or actually get ill. Or get into any sort of trouble imaginable, including the most stereotypical “I got up here and I don’t know how to come down” scenario. If Queen’s vet wasn’t so attractive Mycroft would be even more upset about it all than he already is.
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [23/30] Rock band AU
Greg Lestrade’s divorce was horrible and his job is not looking too great either and he just needs some grand change in life to remember how it felt to be happy. Reactivation of his college rock band sounds like a great plan. Now he just needs to convince his friends, including his school-time crush and piano genius – Mycroft Holmes.
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [16/30] Bodyguard AU
The kind of life Mycroft Holmes lives is not welcoming to friends or beloved ones, but it does require a bodyguard who slowly claims both of those titles.
gnnnggaargh!
This:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6120665/chapters/14028740
… Should help those affected by the above post.Few people mentioned this fic in the reblogs, but I don’t think I ever reblogged this with a link, so – better late than never. It’s a really good fic and I really love it, when I accidentally discover fics via this photosets. XD
ylc1:
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [21/30] Roommates AU
Though very different in almost every way possible, Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade are both considered the absolute worst roommates on campus. When they’re assigned a room together the bets on who will quit first start almost immadiately.
Somebody has to write this – great idea! And fantastic image choices! 🙂
But they weren’t planning on the exact opposite happening.
This truly is a fantastic idea.
@ylc1 are you up to the challenge? I think you would do a superb job of it. ☺
@chinike oh love, that’s so sweet! Thanks for the encouragement, I rather like the idea, but I think I should reduce the number of my WIPs first 😉
“God, you look cheerful. What’s happened?” Sally swings her heels on the coffee table as Anderson bustles into the common room, his face split from ear to ear in a grin.
“I am cheerful,” he reports. “I am over the bloody moon. Look at this!”
“Is that the ballots?” Sally plucks her cigarette from her mouth and sticks out a hand for the papers, frowning at them briefly before her eyebrows shoot up. “I’m in with some medical undergrad? Bernie- who?”
“Yes, yes, no idea, but loooook!” Anderson insists, all but vibrating into her lap to stab his finger on the paper next to his own name. “Bliss! Eden! Open wide those pearly gates and let me in! I’m not stuck with Holmes any more!”
“No! Who’s Mike Stamford?”
“That quiet little chap shaped like a pumpkin.”
“Oh, fantastic, Phil!” Sally replies, giving him a friendly squash. “Does that mean I can smoke in your room?”
“It means,” Anderson says, in raptures, swiping back the list and clutching it to his chest. “No more post it notes on my prep books. No more German opera. No more whirring dehumidifier. No more Mummy. No more schedules. No more Holmes…I’m so happy.”
“You’re too happy,” Sally warns, amused. She ruffles his hair, aware that Anderson has passed a hell of a year as Holmes’ roommate. After all, he’d spent more time in her room than his own. The boy’d only been going back to his room to pick up books and pass out asleep. “Who’s Dimmock got?”
“Edwards, from English Lit. Best thing though, guess who Holmes has got.”
“Who?”
“Guess.”
“I dunno. You know I ignore most of the blokes around here. Um… Welshie Davis?”
“No. Try again.”
“Rugby Ben?”
“Nope. Right lines though; think more roughty-toughty.”
“More roughty-toughty than Rugger bugger Ben? Watson?”
“Hah!” Anderson explodes, “I’d pay for that to happen! No. Better. I’m talking motorbike oil on the sheets, and Mr ‘THIS pot noodle is pot noodle but THIS pot noodle is actually toenails’.”
“Lestrade!?”
Anderson flips the paper around and shows her the reverse of the list. There it is in black and white. Lestrade, Gregory – Holmes, Mycroft: Room 242.
“Have they seen yet?” Sally says, lit up with the promise of the inevitable fall out of this. “I’m so glad we have housing ballots. Thank you God, for making my life complete. Oh my God, Phillip, they’re going to kill each other. Poor old Gregs. He won’t know what hit him.”
“I know,” Phillips replies, happily. “It’s going to be brilliant. I can’t wait to see Holmes’ head explode.”
“It won’t last,” Sally says pragmatically, putting out her cigarette in the damp base of her coffee cup. “One or the other will move out. Holmes probably. He can afford to.”
“You are forgetting Mummy dearest,” Anderson says, staring at the ceiling. “Holmes is only in the student dorms because Mummy says so, and Greg’s broke so…basically Greg’s doomed. Holmes’ll break him.”
“Well,” Sally replies, examining the paper again. “Then let’s call it a hundred quid shall we? I bet Holmes’ll crack first. He’s too clean. I’ve had to enter Lestrade’s room on a Sunday morning. There was cheese on the window and you could cut the air with a knife.”
Anderson, not about to reveal in detail the depths of leverage that Mycroft had managed to unearth over him, shakes his head. “Holmes’ll get his way,” he says, “But I’m game. Hundred quid, Greg moves out before the end of term.”
“Deal,” Sally says, pumping his hand. “And if no one moves out, fifty quid each has to go in the pot for the charity.”
“Won’t happen, but fine. You’re on.”
Sally laughs. “Holmes and Greg in one room. Come on,” she says, bouncing upright off of the sofa and stretching. “I want to see their faces when they realise they’re roommates!”
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THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT! @odamakilock <333 you win. everything. 😀 (and please, please, please consider continuing? :D)
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [20/30] Pirates AU
The pirates where never as much of a problem as they have become now, when one of them decided to organize them and rule them… Then again, Mycroft Holmes was not known for being a man easy to win with.
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [18/30] Radio AU
Greg never thought classical music could interest him, but one late night, when he is stuck doing paperwork, he accidentally tunes in to a radio programme by one Mycroft Holmes. The guy has dry humor, incredible knowledge of music and just a way of speaking that makes everything sounds fascinating. Greg may be starting to like classical music after all. He definately is harbouring a small crush on the radio host.
mystrade in thirty different AU settings (x):
- [15/30] Genderbend AU, always!a!woman!Mycroft + always!a!woman!Lestrade
Mystrade-Lecroft 