#fox mystrade

[egmon73]

is Mycroft just shy and try to escape from Greg’s flirting?

@ngaijuuyan @mm-jay

[ngaijuuyan]

For our dear @egmon73 :D Your favourite foxy Mystrade babe. 

And now can share with everyone. :)

[ngaijuuyan]

Drawing foxes always comfort me. 

And I am truly sorry that I can’t remember who wanted to be tagged, so I’ll just...

Sorry.

[mystrade-advent-calendar]

The Mystrade Advent Calendar : ~ Day 6 ~

Day six, and if you haven’t figured out already that we’re spoiling you this month: here come three gorgeous pieces of content.

Firstly, thanks to @antheas-blackberry and @lavenderandvanilla for their jointly-written piece of fiction Santa’s Helper.

Read it on AO3.

We also have more fantastic art for you. Leave some love for @ngaijuuyan for this seriously snuggly Fox Mystrade...

(We challenge you not to say ‘awww’... are you ready?)

(All together now: awwwww...)

We also have yet more fantastic fiction from our very own @daynaan, who has written you Christmas Baubles.

Read it over on AO3.

Make sure you leave kudos and comments for all three of our contributors, and we’ll see you tomorrow!

[ngaijuuyan]

:)

All hail Mystrade! 

[mottlemoth]

You know you're a lost cause when...

... your friend innocently sends you a “cute fox picture”:

... and you spend the next hour googling foxes - because you already know how the story begins.

They met when they were very small. 

Red Fox didn’t tend to play with all the rest of the cubs - they were often rough and very boisterous, and he didn’t like that. 

But he liked to play alone with Silver Fox - who, back then, was more of a deep and beautiful Black Fox.

The winter they were no longer cubs, they shared an awkward first nose boop - too young, too nervous, to be brave and admit they both wanted a second.

Years later, Silver Fox still knew that though the ground had been covered in snow, he could have traced his way back to that spot - that very spot - where he had booped his nose with Red Fox.

They grew up, as young foxes do, and lost track of each other - went off into the world, explored and grew wise in their own ways. 

Silver Fox found a mate - but she could never let him be her only fox. She hardly ever came home at night to the den that he’d made her. 

He had to leave, even though he’d always wanted to be a loyal and loving mate. 

It hurt too much.

Then one spring, hungry and tired of being on his own, he came across Red Fox again.

Red Fox was just as clever as he always was - if rather skinny. But he’d found a local farm, and somehow knew how to tell if the farmer was asleep. 

He even knew how to unlock the chicken coop.

He just needed a single helping paw, and someone to stand guard.

They played and rolled in the grass all summer, and walked miles together through the woods. Then winter came, and they built their first fox den together. 

Red Fox made it nice inside. 

Silver Fox brought home a celebratory rabbit. 

Now the winter is coming again. 

As the first snowflakes fall outside, they are curled up safe in their den. The spring will come back soon, and they will walk through the woods once more.

They are together now. 

And all the rest will be alright.