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.

umbrellabadge:

Before Greg came along Mycroft’s birthday was such a non-event he forgot about it every year. That was until one day he came home to his apartment broken into and a candle lit dinner waiting for him with Greg sitting in one of the chairs at the table wearing a three piece suit to match his own.  

Poe Dameron: what he says vs. what he means

what he says: i’m fine
what he means: exactly one week and seven and a half hours ago finn winked at me and i’ve been thinking about it ever since no i haven’t gotten any sleep i mean what exactly did he mean by that was he winking in a flirtatious way or in a friends way does he want to be more than friends or not and if he does what flowers will we have at our wedding and also…

This is your fault ( apparently there wasn’t enough Mycroft porn this week)

readingfanficswrites:

Greg was a bit tipsy, and horny and
maybe, just maybe he was a tad jealous.

If he’d had the patience and mental
functions to think about it he most definitely was jealous and
feeling a whole lot insecure.

But as it was, his mind slightly dulled
by that 4th drink on an almost empty stomach, he didn’t
admit to himself that he was jealous. Maybe just a tad. Like 5%. At
most.

His eyes were glued to the middle of
the room where Mycroft stood talking and charming several ladies and
gentleman. He went over Mycroft’s form, the straight line of his
back, the nice swell of his ass, those ridiculous long legs.
Seriously, didn’t they stop at some point?

Greg felt his stomach do a flip when
one of the gentleman got closer to Mycroft, smiling all bright and,
to Greg’s eyes, predatory. He clenched his hands to fists, slightly
trembling to try and not go over there and punch that slimy,
arrogant, young guy in the face.

I blame @ghislainem70 and @elladoraredbeard. Beware of what you ask… 

Why do I keep reading fics that CLEARLY NEED TO BE FULL LENGTH SO I CAN GUSH OVER THEM MORE!??!?!?! This is so cute, the world needs more!!

Mystrade Actors AU (fic challenge)

multifandom-madnesss:

I was tagged by @bondlocked in the second #TheHacker fic challenge! This time, ACTOR AU, yay! (original post)

Rules: Choose your pairing/fandom and say, (Sentence 1) who is the actor (Sentence 2) who is/are the other characters and (Sentence 3) how do they meet?

Then tag 3 people to join the fun (or smile and then ignore you, let’s be honest). 

I choose: Mystrade =) (BBC Sherlock)

Greg Lestrade never meant to get a BAFTA. All he wanted was to make detective… Yet while in training, Greg participates in an image video for the Met, which puts him on the radar of Irene Adler’s casting agency.

How this leads to guest appearances and how these turn into supporting roles alongside stars like John Watson and Sherlock Holmes will forever be the mystery Greg cannot solve.

“Congratulations,” someone tells him for the billionth time that night. Only this time the person who said it looks at Greg, not the statue in his hands.

“Thanks, mate.”

Before Greg can ask who this chap is, Sherlock appears out of nowhere and pulls the bloke away, talking too fast for Greg to follow. It’s not until later, after the ceremony and after the after party, that Greg sees the man again. 

“May I offer you a ride, Mr Lestrade?”

Greg is pissed, but not pissed enough to get into the car with a total stranger. Not even a shiny town car with a driver.

“I’m by no means a stranger,” the man replies. 

Did Greg say that out loud?

“Yes, you did.” There’s a smile somewhere. “I’m Sherlock’s brother.”

Now the exchange at the BAFTAs makes sense. “Why you want to play cabbie for me?”

“Why don’t you solve this mystery on the ride to your flat?” 

Greg runs a hand through his hair, sways a bit – bloody hell, that champagne really doesn’t agree with him. Next time he needs to insist on a pint. Maybe that’ll be his eccentric tick as an actor. 

Greg chuckles. “Scoot over,” he decides, and gets into the car. 

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I tag @ladyorpheus , @what-left-unspoken and @girlofthemirror . Keep in mind, I went waaaay overboard with the length and 3 quick sentences are more than enough 😉 

Here’s the original challenge post. EVERYONE can participate!

Wait. I want a much longer fic. This was so good, give us more!!!

tryingtomystrade:

Headcanon: Greg once used the fact that Mycroft was sat on a live bomb to finish the argument Mycroft walked out on that morning.

“You have got to be kidding me”

“You’re sat there. There’s nothing I can do to diffuse it. So I’m finishing our argument. And another thing….”