Dec 9, 2025
Gregory Lestrade licking Mycroft’s thumb 🤫🤫
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Gregory Lestrade licking Mycroft’s thumb 🤫🤫
Reposting bc yes
Finally finished my first proper Mystrade fanart! Don't know what's going on there, but I LUV their expressions.
Okay but is no one going to talk about how neither Greg nor Mycroft appeared in The Blind Banker
Like, I’m not saying they went away together or anything, but they totally went away together.
As Mycroft stormed into the house, dripping wet and gasping for air, the rest of the guests stared at him with looks of both concern and confusion.
“You look as if you just killed someone,” Irene noted. “Wait, where’s Greg?”
“He’ll be here in a second,” Mycroft said, throwing his coat on the hook and heading to his room without a second glance at the clearly worried group in the living room.
John shoved his boyfriend off his lap and pointed at the door, behind which Mycroft had just disappeared.
“Your brother,” he hummed, “your responsibility. Go.”
Sherlock didn’t protest. No matter how much he hated his brother, he also cared. Way too much for his own good. He walked all the way to Mycroft’s bedroom door and took a deeper breath - then knocked.
“Piss off, can you?” Mycroft called out, making his little brother sigh deeply.
“I’m coming in. If you’re masturbating, you have seven seconds to get dressed.” He warned, before beginning to count aloud.
“Just come in, for heaven’s sake…”
Sherlock nodded and opened the door, slipping into the room and leaning back against the wall. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re a terrible liar. What happened?”
“It’s none of your concern.”
“Mycroft,” he walked over to the man lying underneath the covers with his face in the pillow. “Will some ice cream make you talk?”
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WIP of the mystrade monday prompt “I’ll walk you home.” I think I might redraw them idk! MYCROFT IS ON HIS TIPPY TOeS!
everyone: mystrade
me, an intellectual: lecroft
I really have a ship type like 3 of my current gay otps fit the category of "Kinda scary redhead that actually is a big softy and their good enforcing partner that's just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing."
Mystrade │Monochrome