Mycroft and Greg love to stay up all night and have heart to heart conversations.
Author: mystrade-lecroft
Mycroft when he first realized he liked Greg he thought it was some strange emotional attachment that needed to be suppressed, too bad he couldn’t get the D.I. out of his mind.
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“I have all these voices in my head, but yours… it’s the only one I can’t live without..”
I cannot properly express my love for these two
The biggest surprise for Greg and Mycroft when they started dating was finding out they both loved Doctor Who. Greg’s favourite doctor was ten while Mycroft’s was nine and they started the tradition of buying little Doctor Who gifts for each other early on. Greg would come into work to find a Darlek on his desk while Mycroft would find TARDIS biscuits on his own. Mycroft even got them a VIP tour of the Doctor who Experience one evening, they were the only people in there and Greg was shocked when Mycroft proposed while inside the TARDIS set but of course he said yes.
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Do you have any headcanons for Fem Mystrade? I’d love to read them!
Wow never thought about this before! (Warning this turned out long haha)
– I can definitely imagine the relationship between female Mycroft and Greg as very Aimee & Jaguar like.(It’s a German lgbt romance movie about lesbians in WW2. If you haven’t seen it, it’s worth the watch.)
– Female Mycroft would be a lesbian whose “officially” in the closet because of her male-dominated government profession. Only Sherlock, her parents and possibly Anthea would know. Getting older she doesn’t face the same bombardment of criticism that she did as a young woman for never marrying or showing interest in men especially male co-workers.
– Female Gregory would consider herself straight her whole life. She would get married at an acceptable age to a guy her family and friends approved off. Though she would continue to work for the met as the children everyone seemed to be expecting never came. Now an older woman that marriage has crumbled as her husband cheated on her with a woman old enough to be his daughter. Her husband fought tooth and nail not to lose her, she was the house cook, the one that did the cleaning, the one that kept his pathetic life together. But, for all that he couldn’t respect her.
– Now single female Gregory is full of regret and wonders if she missed something critical about herself after wasting so many years in a dead end marriage. How much of her was shaped by her husband?
– I think with them both female, Mycroft would make the first move. Mycroft would meet Gregory for the first time and something would just click right then and there. She’d feel a little nervous about it after digging through Greg’s past and finding nothing to indicate she would be attracted to another woman, but would decide it was worth a shot. A shot at happiness.
– In typical Holmesian fashion, the gestures used to show romantic attraction are rather overdramatic for the 21st century. Anonymous handwritten love poems, a long necklace of pearls draped over Greg’s desk as work, her favorite flowers on the doorstep. Mycroft keeps all the gifts anonymous until she builds up the will to reveal herself.
– Gregory is beyond flattered by the gifts. The flowers brighten up her kitchen, she wears the pearls out to dinner parties and the love poems make her cry. She’s never been treated this way before, her ex-husband’s idea of a gift was a generic hallmark card with money stuffed inside. But, this meant so much more.
– People at work were starting to talk about her happy demeanor, she’s been floating on air recently and no knows why. When she tried to explain she realized even she didn’t have all the facts. Why was she getting these gifts? From who?
– She decided to investigate for herself. She’s a D.I. it can’t be too hard to trace some presents, right? Wrong. It took months, whoever this suitor was the paid off their sources well. When the trail finally led her to the house of Sherlock Holmes older sister, she was shocked, confused and maybe a little scared. Yet, as she knocked on the door things started to fall into place.
– Female Mycroft was sitting in front of a new bouquet breathing deeply as she worked up the courage to sign the little card “With love” and her name when she got that knock on the door. Thinking it was Anthea or Sherlock she answered quickly leaving the flowers in view, orange lilies and baby’s breath. She stumbled back when she saw Gregory instead. Greg looked past her, focusing on her favorite flowers sitting on the counter a few feet away from her before leaning in the capture Mycroft’s lips.
Ended up talking a lot about how they got together instead of already in a relationship. Hope that’s still cool, might do a Part 2 of this at a later date.
Thank you for this! I LOVE fem!Mystrade!!!
AU where person a is an actor accepting some kind of award but person b couldn’t be there because of reasons (but you know damn well that they’re watching) and person a accidentally pulls a Freudian slip and says “I want to thank my fiancé ____” instead of “…my boyfriend/girlfriend ____” and they stutter through the rest of their speech thinking “shit shit shit shit shit shit” and when they get back to their seat their phone is blowing up, but it’s all from their family, and there’s only one text from person b and it just says “yes”
Whenever they’re watching a movie, Greg likes to constantly ask “d’you find that bloke attractive?” as a joke. Mycroft always answers with a breakdown of why the actor is attractive, but never a real answer. That is, until they watched the new Bond and Mycroft shrugged and whispered “yes” when asked if Daniel Craig was attractive.
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Aww I know you’ve been wanting some Mystrade fluff my lovely – I hope this suits! 💕
Mycroft stands behind the sofa and gently squeezes Greg’s shoulder. He’s watching the game. It’s just a touch to say I’m here. He leans down to plant a quick kiss on Lestrade’s cheek, and receives a low hum in return. He grins at the sight of the Malteser frozen on its way to Greg’s mouth, his body tensed as his team near the goal. Mycroft reaches out and deftly plucks the Malteser from between Greg’s fingers, popping it in his own mouth.
The goal attempt comes to nothing, and Greg slumps a little. He looks from his own poised hand, up at Mycroft’s cheeky grin. “Hey! I was going to eat that,” he says indignantly.
“When?” laughs Mycroft, only intensifying Greg’s teasing frown. “You’ll have to get it back then,” he says a little unclearly, around the sweet.
Greg’s grin lights his face, and he scrambles onto his knees facing the back of the sofa. He fists his hands in Mycroft’s waistcoat and draws him down enough that he can gently stroke the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “C’mere,” he whispers as he draws him into a kiss.
Their lips meet and open gently, and Mycroft swirls his tongue to push the melting Malteser between his husband’s lips. Lestrade takes it and crunches; they both huff a little with laughter. Mycroft can feel his husband’s lips stretch in the smile. They trade kisses until there’s an almighty roar from the television, and Mycroft pushes Greg back, just a little. “You’re missing it,” he murmurs.
Greg tightens his hand in Mycroft’s waistcoat. “Come and sit with me?”
“Of course.”













