“Mycroft, I think has removed the idea of any physical intimacy even more than his brother. I have to say on a personal level if I were to have a relationship with Rupert Graves I’d be very happy. But that’s me talking! I’ve had a crush on Rupert since I was about fourteen. Who hasn’t?” – Mark Gatiss about Mystrade and his own feelings towards Rupert Graves during a Q&A session at Mumbai Film and Comic Con (x)
So I wrote this little ficlet. It’s tagged mystrade, but really it could be Mycroft and anyone:
Morning Routine – Simply watching Mycroft get ready in the morning is a treat.
I know
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.
The things born of late night conversations. you can half blame hums-happily for this:
Heels and Handcuffs – A little roleplay is good for the soul. Especially if it involves Mycroft Holmes in a leather skirt
teaser below the cut
Greg sauntered into the pub, heart already beating fast. When Mycroft had suggested this evening he’d been a bit dubious.
Those thoughts went right out the window when he saw the familiar-faced figure leaning on the bar.
Red hair fell around shoulders covered in a black leather jacket, a dark bustier peeking out from underneath. A short black leather skirt covered fishnet stockings that vanished into a pair of high heeled boots.
Greg’s mouth went dry, but he remembered his role. He walked over and gave a smile. There was some perfume Greg didn’t recognize but went straight to his cock. “Evening.”
Mycroft looked up. He’d been playing bored, but Greg saw the glint of hunger in his eyes. “Evenin’”
Another Mystrade commission- w/o & w/ lines 🙂
A parody poster of Pretty Woman
Thank you for the comission!!! >u<)/ <3
Your voice sounds completely different in different languages. It alters your personality somehow. I don’t think people get the same feeling from you. The rhythm changes. Because the rhythm of the language is different, it changes your inner rhythm and that changes how you process everything.
When I hear myself speak French, I look at myself differently. Certain aspects will feel closer to the way I feel or the way I am and others won’t. I like that—to tour different sides of yourself. I often find when looking at people who are comfortable in many languages, they’re more comfortable talking about emotional stuff in a certain language or political stuff in another and that’s really interesting, how people relate to those languages.
















