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Finally I've updated Far Flung Corner of the Empire, my Roman Mystrade AU.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
And the next chapter of Noctua is also up.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
“Gregory. Please stop looking at me like that. I will be fine.”
“You could have died, Mycroft. I’ll look at you however I like.”
“I’m already dead, Gregory.”
“Don’t be an arse.”
I wrote this vampire story back in December of 2019. It was inspired by an artwork made by archiaart but I can’t for some reason go to the original post of the artwork. That’s why the link included is to a reblog by @mottlemoth because that’s were I first saw it.
Can someone let me know if I’m doing this correctly? Do I need to remove the link from my post. I don’t want to do something wrong and upset the artist but I did want to show my readers where I got the inspiration from. Let me know if I’m crossing any fandom/fanfic lines.
@chained-to-the-mirror @27dragons @lavenderandvanilla @merindab @beltainefaerie
Chapter 12 now uploaded
This was not her bed, that this was far nicer than her bed, was the second thought that ran through Agatha Van Helsing’s brain. That she was alone, and fortunately still clothed, were the third and fourth.
Rolling on to her back, Agatha rubbed her palms against the sheets. They felt like the softest fabric, and the dark red colour, so dark they were almost black, meant the dye was just as expensive. So, someone who liked luxury, and had money, and who was she kidding, there was only one person whose bed this could be.
The only question that remained in Agatha’s mind, was what the hell was she doing in it? Clothed, her sub conscious added, only for that thought to be mercilessly squashed....
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Eve of Halloween
Part 5
Molly recollected her first glimpse of Mycroft as she slipped into a stupor. It was her first night out with Sherlock. He had asked her to accompany him to a clan meeting. Sherlock supposed Molly would make a good cover for his covert activities.
Arriving in the middle of a get-together, Sherlock pulled her into the grand old house. Jostling people about, he headed straight to a grand hall full of men and women in regal attire, exchanging whispered conversations. None of them looked out-of-the-ordinary to Molly. That made her wonder how she would ever know if confronted by a vampire.
He was standing near the dais set-up for some sort of speech. Smiling, engrossed in what someone was saying. Molly stopped abruptly, making Sherlock turnaround.
“Oh, that’s the brother - Mycroft. Come along,” Sherlock dismissively mentioned, pulling her along.
Molly kept looking back at the man. She had felt an attraction to Sherlock from the beginning. Maybe it was his weird taste in knowledge, or the way he went about it. He was handsome, definitely. But, this man effused an aura that was not ordinary. Not human. Why did she not fear him? Shouldn’t she? From Sherlock’s terror stories about his family?
i’ll just keep adding as i get inspired by each MG pic!
no limits ...
Ambush
For the @mystradepromptchallenge
Your dialogue: "Something's not right here."
The circumstances... as the sun sets
And you must mention... the weather
Established relationship, but Mycroft has been keeping something back. Now he’s taking what he wants.
I'm on my way home, walking because it was a nice day when I left work, but now a chill has set in with the sun going down.
I feel like i'm being watched from the shadowy alley which I just passed.
"Something's not right here" I murmur to myself, chills creeping down my spine. I sneak a look behind me, feeling paranoid, but nothing is there. I shake my head to get rid of the feeling.
"Detective." I hear from right behind me, feel the persons breath on my neck. I gasp, standing stock still.
"Don't move" I shiver at the breath on my ear.
"What do you want?" I tremble slightly.
"Oh... Nothing much. Just a little taste..." He purrs, at my neck now. I instinctively bare my neck, breath picking up, heart thumping in equal parts fear and confused anticipation.
"What...?" I lick my lips nervously, "What...?" I startle when he grabs me around my wrists. "What do you want?" I repeat.
"Come with me Dear" He starts to walk me backwards. I move with him for a split second, head fuzzy, but resist when the command breaks through the fog.
"What, No" I start struggle to get free of his grasp, but a slight scrape of teeth stills me again.
"Don't struggle, it will be worse for you if you do." His tone firm, as well as his grip bruising my wrists lightly. "Come on" He says darkly, "You know you want to Gregory" He licks my neck sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
My eyes close automatically as I let out a moan, unable to control myself anymore. My mind clouds, thought process brought to a standstill. He takes up everything now, nothing exists outside this moment anymore. I find myself completely surrender to what's going on.
I breath deeply and sigh "Yes Mycroft" and then............ Nothing.
Also on AO3
(Ignore the green square) I always get Mycroft just s l i g h t l y off…
Vampire Mycroft aka Mr Snow holding a baby.
The Eve of Halloween
Part 8
[Mental exchange between the Vampire brothers]
Sherlock : Not yet, I see. Afraid she will break? She’s stronger than you give her credit, dear brother.
Mycroft : …
Sherlock : Tongue-tied! That IS a first. What did she do!?
Mycroft : How dare you!!!
Sherlock : Grow up! It’s been too long. She is good for you.
Mycroft : You have absolutely no right to interfere is her life!
Sherlock : I’m not. I am interfering in yours. The way you do in mine.
Mycroft : And you have made a total mess! As always.
Sighing Mycroft lowers himself onto the ottoman.
Sherlock : I am sorry. I couldn’t let you give up. There was no other way.
Mycroft : You know the danger she was in, leaving he alone with me in that state.
Sherlock : Hmph. You are the one person who can control this transformation.
After a pause.
Sherlock : I need you, brother. Don’t give up. We can fight this.
Mycroft looks up into his brother’s face.
Mycroft : You are faring well. How is John?
Sherlock : He is taking it … as it is.
Seeing Sherlock smile brings a wan smile on Mycroft’s face.
Mycroft : I shall bring her down.
Sherlock : No need. She is on her way.
Mycroft : I’ve disappointed her.
Sherlock : You have time. A whole year to woo her. Only, don’t delay again.
Mycroft : Don’t be stupid! I simply don’t want to bring this cursed fate on her!
Sherlock : Isn’t she the one to decide. Have you told her what will happen to you if you do not feed for a whole year?
Mycroft : Thought you would have done that for me.
Sighing, Mycroft looked up from his perch on the ottoman to see the huddled figure of Molly by the doorway. Taking a deep breath he let his head fall into his palms.
Sherlock, Mycroft, Molly
