Hurricane – janto321 (FaceofMer) – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Hurricane – janto321 (FaceofMer) – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade
Additional Tags: Domestic, Caretaking, Big Brother Mycroft, Bathing/Washing, Songfic, Episode: s03e03 His Last Vow, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
A moment of quiet for Greg and Mycroft, between Magnussen’s shooting and the tarmac
Mycroft has a hard time fully expressing his love for Greg with words
Instead it’s the coffee on the DI’s desk first thing in the morning with the note, “Have a safe day. M” attached.
It’s when Greg doesn’t hit any stopped traffic on the way to or from a crime scene or even the pub.
It’s the home-cooked meal after a rough day, the smile that greets him at the door, the kiss and embrace, the domesticity neither of them had fully had in their lives.
They don’t need words to express their love. They just need each other.
Oh no this is cute
For the drabble: #44 & mystrade, please :-)
(sorry this is short)
“If you die, I’m going to kill you,” growled Mycroft, pulling the wounded inspector out of the river.
“Could say the same thing, ‘bout you,” mumbled Greg, laugh cut off by a wince. “Got your suit wet.”
“I’ll send you the dry cleaning bill,” said Mycroft, looking down and realizing his mobile had gotten soaked as well. “Come on.” He heaved Greg up in his arms and carried him towards the road, knowing he’d be spotted on the cameras and help would come.
For the deabble thingy: #6 “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” Mystrade
#6 “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” Mystrade
Mycroft looked down at Greg. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Greg gave him a grin. “Happy Anniversary? I fell asleep.”
“Anniversary?” Asked Mycroft, his cold tone slowly melting.
“Six months since the first kidnapping. Fourth months since we slept together.”
“You’re a ridiculous man,” said Mycroft, without venom.
“Yes well, what are you going to do about that?”
“I can think of a few things.”