Since half my dash is wrecked right now I think I’ll write something fluffy. And I’m thinking mystrade. I know I’m weird.
If you’re bored and want to watch me write, the google drive link is here.
And the other thing I did today was write a Mystrade fic. First time, virgin Mycroft…
The Seduction of Mycroft Holmes – Now that the divorce is taken care of, Greg can move on to what he really wants.
teaser below the cut
Greg Lestrade dropped his phone on the coffee table and looked around his flat. Still pretty bare; he’d left most everything behind in the divorce. The couch was his however, dark, comfortable, worn leather. Sometimes it seemed he slept there more than in the brand-new bed.
Today he hoped to put that bed to a better use. While he was married he’d been completely faithful, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by the court. Now, though, he was a free man. And he’d made his choice.
The knock on the door was polite. Greg smiled and went to answer it.
Mycroft looked as cold and imperious as ever. He wore a stunning greatcoat in a shade of grey-blue that set off his eyes perfectly. For a moment Greg’s breath was stolen. Mycroft shifted the umbrella in his hands.
“Come in, please.” Greg stepped back so he could enter. Mycroft stayed quiet as he helped him shrug off his coat and hang it. The umbrella stayed in his hands as he scanned the room before looking down at Greg. “I understand you wished to speak with me?”
It felt like Mycroft was reading him like a book. And he probably was. “I did. Have a seat, please.”
He perched on the edge of the couch, looking at it. “This is the only furniture you brought from your old home.”
Of course Mycroft knew. Damn Holmes. He sat on the adjacent armchair. “I’m a free man, now.”
Mycroft watched him. “Hence your reason for inviting me here tonight.”
“Yes.” Greg had no reason to lie.
Title: Plus One
Author: Janto321
Prompt Number:Prompt 5
Summary: When Greg asks Mycroft to be his plus one, the idea is to show up his ex-wife, not find a new relationship.
Rating:T
Pairing: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Genre: romance/crimfighting
Length: 898
Warnings: none
Author Notes: I don’t know why this fic was hard to write, but hopefully you still like it.
Okay, i finally got that mystrade fic done. It’s a bit hurt/comfort:
Unspoken – Greg has had one of the worst days of his career. Three officers lost. He sends a text to Mycroft.I need you.
teaser below the cut
Wearily, Greg unlocked the door to his flat, aware his hand was shaking as he turned the knob. The door swung open and Greg made it the few steps to his couch, barely closing the door. He dug his phone out of his pocket to text.
I need you.
No signature; he would know. He dropped his hand to the couch like it was lead, slouching. His chest felt as if a heavy weight pressed down on it, making him breathe shallowly. His eyes closed and the horrid scene flashed in lurid detail behind his eyes so he opened them again.
The door swung in. Greg and wondered if he’d been waiting outside for permission. Surely he knew the reason. It was all over the news: three officers killed in a shootout with suspects. Mycroft leaned his umbrella against the wall and hung up his coat. Greg watched as he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Finally he returned to the couch, hook an arm around Greg and with surprising strength set him on his feet and got him into the bathroom.
