Prompt: I propose hot chocolate to warm our boys up in the snow.
Mycroft trudged up the snowy driveway. The windows of his new home were glowing welcomingly, and the porch had been festooned with twinkling lights, insisted upon by Gregory. He breathed a sigh of relief as he turned his key in the door, exhausted after a long day at the office.
As he stepped through into the hallway, shaking snow off his shoes, he was greeted by his husband dressed in a thick winter coat, a bobble hat and what looked like several pairs of trousers. He pushed the door hurriedly closed before Mycroft and laid a hand on his, preventing him from removing his scarf.
‘You’re going to want that,’ he said.
Mycroft took in the excessive clothing, the strange lack of warmth in the house, the mist in the air as Gregory spoke. He checked a radiator. ‘Where has the heat gone?’ he asked crossly.
‘It’s gone off,’ Greg announced vaguely, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. ‘Landlord says he’s getting it sorted.’
Mycroft sighed heavily and began to heave himself up the stairs. His temples were throbbing with the beginnings of a headache.
‘Oi,’ Greg called after him. ‘Come back, Mister. I’m making hot chocolate.’
fernsfairie asked: Hullo darling! You know how I love coffee shop AUs. I propose hot chocolate to warm our boys up in the snow.
Well, my dear, it isn’t quite a coffee shop AU.
But there is hot chocolate, and snow, and even marshmallows. Enjoy!
Prompt: Teen!Mycroft and Teen!Greg teaching a young Sherlock how to ice skate or making a snowman with him?
Having climbed over the gates in the Holmes estate and almost skewered himself on the spikes on top of it, Greg had hoped for a warmer welcome. Of course, he knew he wasn’t technically allowed to be here. But Mycroft’s parents were away for the day, so the last thing he’d expected upon dropping to the ground was to be bombarded with snowballs.
Spluttering through a mouthful of snow, Greg held up his hands in order to shield his face. An especially icy snowball slammed into his crotch and he bent over double, groaning in pain.
‘Do you surrender?’ a high pitched voiced called out to him excitedly. The boy was nowhere in sight, but Greg immediately knew who it belonged to.
‘Sherlock,’ another voice interrupted disapprovingly, and Greg looked up to see Mycroft jogging towards him over the snow. He dodged a snowball gracefully, and pulled Sherlock out from behind a nearby oak tree. ‘Where’s your coat?’
‘And I thought you were concerned for my wellbeing,’ Greg sighed, standing up straight and wincing at the tenderness in his groin. He hoped this wouldn’t put a halt to anything his boyfriend might have planned for the evening.
Anonymous asked: Teen!Mycroft and Teen!Greg teaching a young Sherlock how to ice skate or making a snowman with him?
Well I got a bit into the photo editing this time. ^_^
Happy 11th of December!
Anonymous asked: I just bombarded your ask box with like 6 different prompts. Sorry.
Ah. I thought I was unusually popular this morning.
Prompt: Mycroft and Greg are both alone in a bar on Christmas Eve
‘I hate Christmas,’ Greg told his pint of lager, with a scowl. He was slung over a bar stool, smoking a cigarette and getting very drunk, very quickly. The TV screen above him wasn’t showing a football match tonight. Instead a choir sang carols in a cathedral. Their voices were giving him a headache.
‘I hate Christmas too,’ a voice at his side announced.
Greg looked up wearily. A young man, barely out of high school, had taken the seat next to him and was smiling at him nervously over what looked suspiciously like a martini. He was dressed in a slick black suit, and looked astonishingly overdressed in the crowded little pub.
‘Well,’ Greg held up his glass. ‘Cheers to that.’
‘Cheers,’ the man repeated dryly, clinking their glasses together. He removed the cocktail stick from his own and began to suck on an olive. He nibbled daintily as he eyed Greg. ‘I’m Mycroft.’
‘Greg. Don’t you have anywhere better to be?’ Greg asked bluntly. Clearly the alcohol wasn’t doing much for his manners. But, then again, he couldn’t understand why anyone would choose to be alone on Christmas Eve.
Anonymous asked: Drabble prompt; Mycroft and Greg are both alone in a bar on christmas eve, having a drink, being all sad and lamenting because they're on their own. They get talking to each other .. Smut ensues;) (sorry im not good at describing prompts!)
Oh no, my dear.
You are very good at describing prompts. And this one is yummy.
A Little Something..
Somehow I haven’t linked this yet. Which is terrible of me, because it’s delicious. But:
It is another lovely Christmas gift, sent to me because… well… I don’t know why. I don’t deserve it!
Thank you, my dear.
Sitting refreshing drabblinginmystrade’s page waiting for her to update. Some might say this addiction to her writing is a problem… They would be right. It is a problem. I’m getting nothing done and I have very important things to do.
Anonymous asked: Can you make a mystrade fic rec, please?
Ooh yes. Fun fun fun.
Black Leather Meets Crimson Steel by mycitruspocket (rated: E)
One of my all time favourites. You can find me all over the comment section, being a massive fangirl. Mycroft and Greg enjoy a weekend retreat together ‘as friends’ but it spirals into sexually tense motorbike rides and shagging against shiny cars. Hnng. Also check out the delicious sequel: The Power of Three
In This Quiet Street by refurinn (rated: T)
Another favourite, which I think is really underrated and isn’t recced enough at all. It is an AU in which the characters lead a very normal life in the suburbs where Mycroft falls for Greg at a street barbecue. It’s sweet and fluffy and we see lots of Anthea.
The Other Woman by Shay_Fae (rated: M)
My current obsession! It is a WIP but don’t let that put you off, because it is DELICIOUS. Mycroft seduces an unhappily married Greg for fun, but ends up falling in love. Basically it satisfies my slutty!Mycroft kink.
I hope you find something there that you like!
All For You
Prompt: John and Sherlock throw a Christmas party. Mycroft has no intention of attending until he learns that a certain silver haired DI will also be attending.
In all the time he had known him, ten years to be precise, Greg had never seen Mycroft wearing jeans. The effect it was having on him was actually quite alarming. He couldn’t believe he had never noticed that the man had great legs. He sipped from his beer glass, and eyed the man dubiously from across the room.
Mycroft met his eye for a moment and paused to push a loose curl of hair of his forehead before turning away to continue a whispered conversation with Mrs Hudson.
Greg turned his back and headed towards the kitchen for another mince pie. It was strange to see 221B so crowded. But there were people everywhere, laughing and talking in excitable voices. John’s friends, Greg presumed. In all the times he had visited the flat, Sherlock had never once had company.
‘Weird, isn’t it?’ John said, diving out from amongst a group of tipsy women in order to talk to him. ‘Mycroft all dressed down?’
Anonymous asked: John and Sherlock throw a Christmas party. Mycroft has no intention of attending until he learns that a certain silver haired DI will also be attending.
Here is a little something to chase away the Monday blues…
Shopping For A Holmes
Prompt: Greg and John go shopping to get their Holmes’ christmas present…what exactly do you get the genius detective and the British Government?
‘Well, what are you getting yours?’ John asked in frustration. He returned the tie he had been holding back to the rack, and turned on Greg, folding his arms. The man had done nothing but laugh at him since they’d arrived.
‘Mycroft says my presence in his bed is a gift in itself,’ Greg teased, diving out of the way as John reached out to smack him around the head. He withdrew, still chuckling, behind a rail of pyjamas.
John glowered at the man and turned his mind back to his quest. What on earth could he buy for Sherlock that the man wouldn’t delete from his mind two days later?
‘You do know that he won’t get you anything?’ Greg called out to him. ‘I’ve known him for fifteen years, and the closest I’ve got to a Christmas present is a tissue and a ‘stop snivelling,’ when I had a cold last year.’
‘Oh, he’s getting me something,’ John protested. ‘Your bloody boyfriend told him too. If he hadn’t then I wouldn’t be having this problem. I could have just made him a cup of tea and sat him down in front of the telly for the day.’
Anonymous asked: Greg and John go shopping to get their Holmes' christmas present...what exactly do you get the genius detective and the British Government?
Well, I hadn’t written for John in ages. And I do love him!
Probably not a good idea to be writing fanfiction and my uni application at the same time.
I really don’t want to get them confused.