Imagine Greg Lestrade and Mycroft Holmes, Slow dancing to a song Sherlock composed for them. Mycroft leading and Greg trying ever so carefully not to mess up.They slow their pace almost to a stop, Greg rests his head on Mycrofts shoulder and they just stay there, Myrcroft humming along to the Violin music playing softly in the background.
Oh no wHAT HAVE I DONE IM SORRY
I wrote a birthday present fic for type40consultingdetective
Fooled Around and Fell in Love – It’s teenaged Greg and Mycroft’s first date… and a night for other firsts…
teaser below the cut
Mycroft paced in his front room, ears straining for the sound of a car. He was wearing tan slacks, a blue button up and a light green jumper. And it had only taken trying on five outfits to decide. Stupid to be nervous; he and Greg had been spending plenty of time together at school. Mycroft didn’t go on dates, but, Greg had got his attention, beat up leather jacket, torn jeans, cocky grin and all.
At last he heard the the car pull up the drive. He moved to the mirror to fix his hair (again) and so he wasn’t by the door when the bell rang. Ten-year old Sherlock darted out of the hall and pulled open the door, looking up at Greg with a critical eye.
“Getting tired of girls cheating on you and decided to try boys?” asked Sherlock.
Mycroft blushed and moved to intercept. To his surprise, Greg crouched down so he was eye level. “Actually I’ve always liked boys and girls. And I really like your brother. Is it alright if I take him on a date?”
Sherlock looked thoughtful. Finally he nodded and stepped back. Greg nodded in return, stood and grinned warmly at Mycroft. “You look great,” he said sincerely.
Mycroft smiled back and took his arm as they went to Greg’s car. It looked a bit beat up, but Greg kept it running perfectly. Greg got the door and Mycroft settled into the passenger seat.
Once they got onto the main road, Greg rested his hand on Mycroft’s knee. He didn’t mind at all, putting his hand over Greg’s and entwining their fingers. It wasn’t a long way to the drive in, and Greg paid and parked them off to one side, but not too far back.
“Do you want popcorn?” Asked Greg.
Mycroft smiled at him. “If you do.”
Greg shrugged and leaned in towards Mycroft. Heart thumping, Mycroft closed his eyes as Greg’s lips brushed his own. As he pulled away, Mycroft found himself leaning forward, trying to chase the taste. Greg chuckled softly and cupped his cheek. “Plenty of time for that,” he smiled. “I’ll get that popcorn.”
Masquerade
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Mystrade
Rating: Explicit
Summary: [MerKat RPs 27] Masked faces only seem to reveal and dissuade inhibitions.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Different First Meeting, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Masks, First Kiss, Kissing, Frotting, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, First Time, Anal Sex, Reunions, Protective Mycroft
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For @alexisriversong.
Stepping In
When Greg hears two men arguing in an alley, he goes to see, stepping in when one pushes the other against the wall. And this is how he meets Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes.
I’m really proud of this one.
IT’S MYSTRADE THURSDAY
I should do a thing
(Looks like Mycroft wants to “do a thing”, too. As it were.)
Yes. Yes he does and yes you should!
365 Days of Mystrade: Day 293 – Playing Together
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ff.net(currently not uploading for me)When Greg first saw the acoustic sitting behind the counter at the music store he and Mycroft had browsed in on their day off together, he instantly fell in love. He could have easily spent an hour just standing and staring at it, much to his partner’s amusement.
“Myc, it was a Martin D45,” he kept repeating, as if that explained it. It did, though. It was all he needed to say. It was one of the best acoustic guitars out there, one of the most expensive, and fucking hell he’d always wanted one.
Maybe he was pining over it a bit. He was allowed to. It was beautiful and it would never be his, but it was the closest he’d ever gotten to one before and he would treasure it as much as he could. He was dying to play it, but he didn’t have the guts to ask to. An acoustic like that, you wouldn’t be demoing it in store unless you were putting down the cash for it right the and there.
He went back at least once a week, when his schedule would allow, so he could admire it some more. He bonded with the older clerk that usually worked there, who had so many wonderful stories of his past and some of the insane adventures he’d had with famous musicians. He was awesome. When it was slow, they would play together. Greg had a blast. He hadn’t had so much fun musically since he was in his 20s, and it made him feel a bit younger again.