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.
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.
Based loosely on the above. I wanted to write something for myself for my birthday. This is what I got.
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Mycroft sat with his hands in his lap, resolutely staring at the very boring grey walls in a rather large hospital room. Greg sat against the headboard, reading silently, radiating rage and tension. Mycroft hadn’t said anything since getting the call Greg was in the hospital, not a word; but he had shown up. He took a deep breath.
“So. How was your day at work?”
Greg stared, exasperated. “You fucking shot me! That was my day at work!”
Mycroft flinched slightly. “I did not intend to hit anyone, least of all you.”
Greg let his head drop as he groaned. Clearly there was something wrong with him. He peeked up at Mycroft, his Holmsean sulk in full swing.
“Oy, you don’t get to sulk, bastard,” he frowned as he lay sat his book aside. “If anyone should be sulking it’s me.”
Mycroft had the decency not to respond, choosing to examine the handle of his umbrella instead.
“Any plans to tell me you were head of a mob?”
Mycroft pursed his lips. “It’s not a mob.”
“Really?” Greg laughed. “So we didn’t bust a ring of murderers and thieves calling themself ‘The Icemen’, very on the nose that, and you didn’t shoot me?”
“I can’t apologize enough for that Gregory. I would never-”
“I know love,” Greg smiled softly. “Now are you going to come and kiss me better or not?”
Mycroft was at Greg’s side in a flash and pressed a soft, lingering, kiss to his chapped lips. Mycroft could feel Greg smile.
“You should be furious with me” Mycroft sighed.
“Shut up, Mycroft.” Greg hummed as he ran his fingers over his cheek. “I love you and you have to do more than shoot me to get rid of me.”
Mycroft pressed a kiss to Greg’s forehead “I love you too, and I assure you nothing like this will happen again.”
Greg chuckled. “Right, next time I get to shoot you.”
Mycroft scoffed as Greg chuckled and lay back, his eyes slipping shut.
“You better still be here.”
“Always Gregory.”
The reassuring squeeze around his fingers made Greg sigh softly as he drifted off to sleep.
Yeah, my Soft Smut was highjacked, so it’s both Soft Smut and Slightly Silly Sunday (what can I say, I love alliteration). The silly rolls right on from the smut, I’m sure you’ll see where it changes…
SPECTRUM
“So many colours…” Greg murmured. His mouth
trailed up Mycroft’s thigh, tasting the delicate hairs.
Gold, russet, deep
auburn, carrot. Mycroft was a true ginger, each individual hair a different shade. Light changed it. The sun
changed it.
Wetness changed it – like when Greg nosed up that trembling inner
thigh, examining the shades before licking a stripe wet and filthy, fascinated
to see the darker versions of the same colours, plastered to pale skin by his tongue.
Mycroft never held still so he could get a really good look, but that didn’t
matter. The colours could blur together as Mycroft shook for him, breath
cooling the skin beneath, teasing him as Greg took his sweet time.
“Golden sunset. Russet. Tangerine.
Marmalade. Ancient Bronze. True Honey…”
Mycroft frowned through the haze of
arousal.
“Wha…” he swallowed hard as fingers grazed
his nipple. “Greg-ory. What are…”
“What am I doing?” Greg asked. He paused,
looking up at Mycroft.
Good Lord, Mycroft thought. Those eyes peering
up from between his legs…he would never tire of that sight.
He nodded.
“I am naming the colours I can see.” Greg
replied, those eyes glinting in
amusement.
“Why?”
“Because I can.”
Mycroft struggled to formulate the question
that was buzzing insistently in his mind. “But…the colours…names of the colours…where…”
“Mmmm,” Greg replied, turning his attention to the other thigh. “Marmalade over here.” He licked a wide
path, wresting a groan from Mycroft. “but more…Ancient Bronze when it’s wet.”
“Gregory!” Mycroft bit out, panting.
Greg took pity, resting his chin on Mycroft’s
quadriceps as he looked up. “Remember when you dragged me to choose paint colours for the new
kitchen, and I said I didn’t care, and you went off in a huff to the other end
of the sample wall to look at shades of blue?”
Mycroft nodded. The fingers were still
grazing his nipple, and it sorely tested his concentration.
“I was still looking at samples.”
“You were…matching paint samples…”
“To the shades of your leg hairs, yes,”
Greg confirmed, grinning. “More fun than kitchen cabinets.” He licked higher,
nosing along the crease of Mycroft’s hip. “Not just your legs, Mycroft.”
Mycroft groaned.
“Your skin here is somewhere between Ivory
and White Linen,” Greg whispered, kissing along the crease. He paused.
To Mycroft’s alarm, he felt Greg start to
shake.
“Gregory?” he asked, and when there was no
answer he sat up, tugging at his lover, anxiety threading through him.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Greg gasped as
Mycroft pulled him upright.
He was laughing.
“What…why are you laughing?” Mycroft asked. His heart was pounding in confusion –
first arousal, then anxiety, then the dread that he had done something, said
something to bring Gregory to tears. And now…mirth?
“I was just wondering if perhaps, next time
I could pick up some sample cards,” Greg said, the skin around his eyes crinkling
as his chuckles escaped his restraint. “Check if I’m right.”
Mycroft blinked, the image rising in his
mind. Greg with a handful of paint colours, comparing them to the hairs on his
body. Checking off the most ridiculous names, giggling like a schoolchild at
the silly, loving play.
It was breath-taking to be allowed to see
such intimacy, to be part of it.
Mycroft allowed one eyebrow to rise, his
lips to fold into the smirk he often used to preview a particularly naughty
idea.
Greg’s breath caught.
Good,
he’s made that connection, Mycroft thought with
satisfaction.
“Silver.” Mycroft said. When Greg looked
confused, he added, “Slate Grey. Graphite. Ash White. Charcoal.” To make his
point, he threaded fingers into Greg’s hair, tugging gently on the strands.
“Turnabout is fair play, Gregory.”
“True,” Greg replied, unable to hide the
thread of desire in his roughened voice. “So back to the paint aisle, then?”
“Oh, I think so,” Mycroft agreed, pulling
Greg in close once again. “But not quite yet.”
Most people think
that Mycroft Holmes is an early riser. That’s only partially true
because from Monday to Friday Mycroft really has to go to the office
very early. A nine to five job makes him laugh because often its five
to nine for him. 5am and 9pm that is! During the weekend he enjoys to
sleep in though.
It took Greg some
time to figure out Mycroft’s sleep rhythm and even longer to learn
how to wake up a few minutes before his partner. The reason is
simple, he loves to wacth Mycroft waking up.
The usually
immaculate appearance of his partner is soft and unguarded during
these precious moments. His face soft from sleeping and his hair in
disarray, Mycroft can’t help smiling happily when he finds Gregory,
his Gregory, lying next to him.
As soon as Mycroft
is in the process of waking up properly, Greg would move to huddle
against his partner. The man’s long limbs would automatically
engulf him, hold him close, while Mycroft buries his nose in Greg’s
hair to breathe his scent.
Sometimes they’d
fall asleep again holding each other but more often reciprocal
caressing would turn tenderness into arousal. Sighs turn into moans
as they move in unison. Eventually they climax with
each other’s names on their lips; both their words and actions
declarations of love.
“Yeah he said something about engineering problems, I’m not sure, he should be in the hangar bay.” Finn gave you a confused look.
“I don’t really know much about engineering, are you sure he asked for me?”
“Yes Finn, he said your name specifically, just go.” You pushed him out the door. He walked off shaking his head. A few hours earlier you’d told Poe that Finn would be in the hangar bay after shift so they could finally get some alone time. Hopefully after today, Poe’s constant whining about Finn not liking him would be settled.
Truth be told, you were just happy to see the two of them together, they seemed to go together, not just as a team, but as a couple.
Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about one character trying to cheer another up.
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble.
Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character asking for another [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about characters drinking, alone or with each other.
Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble characters trying to woo one another [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out one character fighting with/or against another.
Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character saving another.
Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character watching over another [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character asking another character to join them.
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character killing another.
Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about two (or more) characters.
Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character mourning another character’s death.
Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character healing another.
Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character giving another a gift.
Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character drawing a picture of another [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to calm another down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about the specified characters.
Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character confessing something to another [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character freeing another, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character telling another how they feel about them.
Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about a character under the subject of wedlock [be it characters proposing to or marrying another, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about the specified characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character dressing another, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
I’m not expecting anyone to name characters as I dont have a list of names up, but if you want to leave one of these choices in my ask box, I will do a drabble for any of those options with any of my ocs.
I’m posting one of my favorite bits of art by @bryntwedge . This just seems perfect for the day.
Morning Love (NSFW)
I love the light and the muted colors as well as the tenderness of this. Also I am amused by the hearts ♥️ that are hidden in the piece. I think he sneaks at least one into each of his works. 😘
Okay but like. This is exactly what Mycroft would do if someone did something like that to Greg. Because Greg definitely would see the good in people, even with all the awful things he’s seen. And Mycroft would protect that.
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