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Not a BBC Sherlock fan but imo they should have made Mycroft/Lestrade canon at the end of the show in like one or two scenes because it would have been the funniest thing in the world. Like Ineffable Beurocracy style but even more cruel because Johnlock wouldn't even be canon. The ship with a million subtextual moments hinting towards it didn't become canon but the ship with one canon interaction did.
If you know the reference you get the senior citizen discount
So, saw this in the outfitters in town and was inspired. My attempt at a contribution for soft smut Sunday, although there’s not much smut to be honest. Enjoy anyway.
“Mycroft, it would suit you, honestly…” “Seriously, Gregory?” Mycroft stared at the pale jacket in the tailor’s window. By Gurteen. Quit a good name in gentleman’s outfitting. The stripes were deliciously novel, almost daring. That tie…were those elephants? Giraffes? A chameleon? And that hat…. Oh my, the whole look was indeed fashionably adventurous. What’s more, Gregory thinks it would suit me… “Seriously, Myc. You’d look gorgeous in it. It’s summery. You need something summery. You look entirely too formal in your dark stuff. This reminds me of cricket matches and boating at the Henley Regatta…” “Have you ever been boating at the Henley Regatta, Gregory?” The scepticism in Mycroft’s tone was obvious. Boating at Henley was hardly something Mycroft would have expected a man of Gregory’s upbringing to have experienced. “No but I’ve seen it on the tele, and I used to play cricket at school.” That made Mycroft’s head turn. “You… played cricket?” “Yup. I made the university team too.” It was obvious that the thought of Greg in cricket whites was giving Mycroft pause. “I took you for more of a rugby man…” “Football actually, but I’m not averse to a bit of a scrum down.” The inflection on that phrase was positively obscene. “So, this jacket…” Greg grinned. “Try it on at least. For me?” “Oh, very well, Gregory. If it makes you happy.” “It would, believe me. You know what else would make me happy?” Greg leaned in and placed his lips against Mycroft’s ear. He felt the man shiver as Greg lowered his voice to a husky murmur. “You, out of that jacket, lying on a blanket in our garden, the evening sunshine turning your hair to fire, crisp white shirt open, so I can suck…” “Gregory! We are in public…” The alarm Mycroft’s voice was clear. His trousers were becoming uncomfortably tight and he felt his husband grin against his ear, the soft rumble of Greg’s chuckle loud in the close proximity. “So?” Greg challenged, lips moving to caress the shell before dropping a soft kiss to the sensitive spot directly behind the lobe. “Stop! Change the subject, now!” Mycroft muttered, desperation in his tone. “Rogue…” he murmured as Greg complied, although a hand found his arse cheek and squeezed gently. “You are incorrigible, Gregory.” “Yeah, I know. One word and I’m incouraged,” he replied, attempting a pun. “It’s why you love me.” “Sometimes I wonder.” “So, this jacket…” Mycroft sighed “I am prepared to try it. At least if it is on my back, it might get you off.” “Quit possibly,” Greg replied, choosing to see the double entendre. “Besides…” he added, holding the door open, “thought you liked me on your back…” He grinned at the irritated little huff that his husband expelled as he escaped the situation by darting through the door. Greg’s grin widened, knowing that there would be payback later for winding his husband up, but it would be worth it, especially if that jacket played a part.
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In case you want to see more from the designers of the jacket, look up Gurteen on line.
What's your religion?
The filthy smile Lestrade gives Mycroft during a blow job.
Commission for mystradesexytimes >u>
Aw yeah my first teapot! I had so much fun doing it<3 Even if its kind of hard to photograph curvy artwork~
Commissioned by @mystradesexytimes
There are few things in the world as perfect as this. If anyone were going to be on a teapot, it’d be these two. If anyone were going to draw it, it’d be Doods. If there were going to be doing anything, it’d be stuffing Greg on high tea and him passing out under the appreciative eye of Mycroft.
YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS PERFECTION. I hate the world now and I quit.
One of my head canon I have for Mystrade is that sometimes (or probably most of the times) they’d bring work to home. But they don’t mind because they both understand each other’s terrible schedule. They’d make tea, make themselves comfortable on their couch and spend their evening working. It’s not really romantic but they certainly are glad that they can do this with each other.
Just plain accurate. Although I think Greg’d make more of a mess but maybe Mycroft’s training him. Mycroft’s eyebrow is Beautiful.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand….
I’ll put some real art up at some point but in the mean time sometimes there’s things that just have to be said.
Your ships are safe on this blog always, I may not be on board with them myself but they are all cool by me, because you like them and that’s what’s important.
Mystrade. Yup. Dat’s us.
Mystrade
친구가 하도 보채서 그림
Sneaky Mycroft with his mistletoe! I love Greg’s grumpy face through this!
Is da pointing. Also BRILLIANT HANDLING OF DIALOGUE.
Uh, guys, where the fuck did Mystrade come from?
As far back as I can trace it, it was a prompt on LJ somewhere, and Elfbert got it from there. Eva got it from Elfbert, and Sheffie got it from Eva. The rest of us got it from Sheffie.
Or do you mean why? I like it because they’re the two grown-ups. One of them is the actual smartest man ever, the only one smarter than Sherlock, and he is no longer corpulent, but svelte, and cannot do anything with his hands that isn’t porn. The other one is Rupert Graves, and that is all the reason he really needs. As Gatiss has said, he thinks probably everyone would like to kiss Rupert Graves, and I don’t know why he said it, because that’s self-evident. And Mycroft is emphatically gay. And Rupert is pretty well up for anything - possibly the best-documented penis outside of actual porn flicks, and he’s played gay, transvestite, straight-then-gay-with-transexual-woman in Different for Girls, he’s all over the place. He’s fine with it, and explicitly fine with Mystrade. And so is Gatiss, who is the only one ballsy enough to ask him to his face on stage, but there it is.
Go try reading “At Least There’s the Football” (epic length), anything Mystrade from Evaiswriting or Eva (shorts), or Elfbert’s “Impact.” Or you can try my stuff.
Imagine though
Imagine if they don’t give us Johnlock
But they give us Mystrade
Just to fuck with us
Oh, you are so gonna regret that.
Mystrade headcanon?
Despite it being one of the most secure places in England, they can’t have sex in Mycroft’s office. The one time they did Lestrade’s knee hit the panic button under Mycroft’s desk and what followed was one of the most awkward moments of either of their lives.
FUCKING BRILLIANT.
You guys, seriously. You don’t give Duchess NEARLY the appreciation she deserves. I don’t care if you mailed her a check for a million dollars. It’s not enough.
Umbrella Fairy by HAHAAAAAAAAAAAA
Greg’s clown shoes. His surprised eye. Mycroft’s hand holding his face. Greg’s coffee and cigarette. Coat/jacket. Umbrella. Mycroft’s tie. Greg’s feet. AND PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING ELSE. = perfect.
Mmmmmmmmm.
I will never tire of the goldfish trope. Or of seeing it drawn. Or written. Never.
Second sketch card commission by gilesdraws!
(Sketchcard #1 here)
GOLDFISHIES!
A Mystrade kiss :)
It’s canon!!
Based on In Which Sherlock Discovers the truth and Anthea is helpful
Karlimeaghan: Basically anything Mystrade would make me happy; to be more specific, I love AU scenes, and I love fluff and/or sexiness. I realize Mystrade can be a pain in the arse to do, so I’m trying not to be toooo specific.
theshadowhunterofbakerstreet: can you do a mystrade scene?
Happy Halloween to all the Mystrade shippers! (thank goodness it’s penis friday)
