No drabble tonight because I am working on my AO3 fic Under the Summer Sun.
I haven’t updated in far too long, but the next chapter should be up tomorrow evening… if anyone is still reading it!
fake!married is the best trope and i never tire of it no matter how many are written and how badly they end up being. undercover!married is even better. “we have to lull our adversary into complacency by being as MARRIED AS POSSIBLE.”
Fake!married might have to be next on my drabble list!
I can’t believe I haven’t done it yet.
Prompt: Mycroft has to attend a conference on their anniversary so Greg decides to surprise him by secretly traveling up as well and presenting himself in a delectable way in Mycroft’s suite. Which, it turns out, an evening meeting with some VIPs was going to be held in as well…
Mycroft’s evening was going well… remarkably well. Business conferences rarely went so smoothly, but he rather suspected that tonight everything was going his way. In fact, he had even ventured to invite the small group of foreign ministers up to his suite for a nightcap.
Over the years, as his political career had blossomed, he had learnt there was little like a glass of brandy and a smoke to bring a group of men together. Sometimes he truly did enjoy his job.
The hotel was luxurious beyond all measure and he could hardly wait to sink into one of the velvet settee’s which furnished his suite. They reached his corridor in high spirits and, unlocking the door, he chuckled warmly as the French minister cracked a joke.
The sight which met his eyes as they entered the room caused his laughter to die in his throat.
Anonymous asked: Don't be hard on yourself, RL just sometimes gets in the way! My prompt: Mycroft has to attend a conference on their anniversary so Greg decides to surprise him by secretly traveling up as well and presenting himself in a delectable way in Mycroft's suite. Which, it turns out, an evening meeting with some VIPs was going to be held in as well...
This prompt was sent to me a couple of weeks ago, but I have finally got around to filling it!
Anonymous asked: *tackles* just wanted to say, I hope everything is okay with you sweetie!
It is, thank you, my lovely.
I even have a drabble lined up for this evening (at last!). :3
Anonymous asked: It's been a while, so I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay. We all miss you and can't wait to see you back online! :)
Thank you, my dear!
Life has just been getting in the way I suppose. I will continue to update but posts may be a little less frequent.
It’s good to be back though. I have missed my blog. ^_^
Prompt: Greg gives Mycroft a massage and pays extra attention to his legs (and Mycroft slowly becomes a moaning mess *o*)
A naked Holmes brother, lying flat out in bed with legs spread, was a terrifying sight.
Swallowing his nerves, Greg pulled back from a heated kiss and gently gripped the man’s shoulders. He traced the pale skin with his fingers for a few indulgent moments, admiring the dusting of freckles, before flipping the man over to lie on his front.
Mycroft made a muffled giggling noise and bucked beneath him, which was enough to tell Greg that the man had drunk a little too much wine that evening. He grinned and gently pressed his date’s arse back into the sheets, ignoring the tempting way in which Mycroft was wriggling it.
‘Gregory,’ Mycroft protested. He twisted his neck in order to look back over his shoulder and pouted slightly. ‘Don’t tease me.’
Anonymous asked: Greg gives Mycroft a massage and pays extra attention to his legs (and Mycroft slowly becomes a moaning mess *o*)
Here’s a slightly saucy prompt, because I haven’t written anything smutty in far too long.
Prompt: After the wedding, Greg shows up at Mycroft’s door demanding he make it up to him for having to sit through it alone. Existing (secret) relationship.
‘I can’t believe you,’ Greg grumbled. Still trussed up in a too tight tuxedo, the sight of his lover opening the door in silk paisley-print pyjamas was incredibly irritating. ‘I thought you were going to come.’
Mycroft chuckled and gestured for him to enter the flat. His Mayfair apartment was sleek and modern, dotted with the occasional antique as a reminder of his old money status. ‘Weddings are trivial affairs, Gregory. I had more important matters with which to concern myself.’
Greg pushed passed him and into the plush living room. Grabbing an amber bottle of whiskey from the drinks cabinet, he removed the cork with his mouth and took a long desperate swig. The glass chinked against his teeth and Mycroft winced in evident disapproval.
‘When are we going to tell them?’ Greg asked, once he had given the whiskey a moment to reach his head. He was already slightly tipsy from the wedding, and willing to dive into a conversation which he might not otherwise have been ready for.
Anonymous asked: After the wedding, Greg shows up at Mycroft's door demanding he make it up to him for having to sit through it alone. Existing (secret) relationship.
Thank you, Anon.
Anonymous asked: Date Night was the most perfectly perfect drabble in existence. It shall have to go into my 'pick me up' fics folder (wasn't my prompt, but an excellent prompt, excellently executed!)
Thank you, honey bear! I am excited to be part of the special folder!
Aha! Back to business.
Three drabbles done and dusted. I will post the first one soon!
Sorry, sorry, sorry!
I’ve been rubbish. I’m such a lazy bee.
Send me all the prompts, and I will fill as many as I can tonight. That way I can queue them, and inject a bit of life back into this blog, like jam into a doughnut.
Prompt: It’s Mycroft’s first time ‘sleeping round’ Greg’s flat and, panicked, he gets Sherlock to give him advice
Sherlock looked up from John’s laptop and frowned, his brow creasing in confusion. ‘What are you still doing here?’
‘I am waiting for you to acknowledge my presence,’ Mycroft sniffed, fingering the handle of his umbrella restlessly as his eyes roved around the cramped, cluttered flat. Sherlock had acquired a second skull he noticed, which had been nailed to the wall and adorned with a pair of headphones. He wrinkled his nose. His little brother had never had very much taste.
‘I said goodbye,’ Sherlock protested, his gaze flickering back to the laptop screen. He resumed tapping at the keys, his eyes narrowing as he returned to work.
Mycroft sighed. ‘It is conventional to start with hello.’
He leaned his head back on the chair cushions, not expecting a response. Closing his eyes, he listened to the unfamiliar noises of Doctor Watson bumbling around in the kitchen, preparing cups of tea. The domesticity of it all was frightening.
‘I cannot help you with your romantic life, Mycroft,’ Sherlock announced. His fingers hovered uncertainly over the keys and he was frowning again, having lost his concentration. ‘Nor do I want to.’
Anonymous asked: It's mycrofts first time 'sleeping round' Greg's flat and panicked gets Sherlock to give him advice
Oooh, I do like this prompt! Thank you, anon.