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.
i-will-steal-your-sheep asked: YES! YES! MORE! That new chapter was perfect :3 Poor Mycroft doesn't know what to wear >.< I can't wait for the next one! ♥
Aw, thank you! There will be more; never fear. Poor Mycroft has never been so confused.
I will update again next weekend…
Well! Chapter 2 of Under The Summer Sun is now on AO3.
Click here if you fancy giving it a go!
Greg is, as usual, being an absolute tease.
Finishing off the second chapter of Under The Summer Sun! Just a quick proof-read.
Should be up on AO3 very soon. Will link when it is finished…
Prompt: Mycroft hid Sherlock’s drug problems from their parents and no one else cared enough to help, until Lestrade came. Although the DI says that he just needs a sober Sherlock for the work, Mycroft knows better. Lestrade cares about his little brother and this is why Mycroft falls in love with him.
The first time Mycroft kissed Lestrade it had come as quite a surprise to both of them.
In the hours following Sherlock’s third overdose, Mycroft lost the track of his younger brother. His surveillance systems failed, and it took several hours of frantic searching before Anthea appeared to inform him that Sherlock had been located, hiding in the home of Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade.
Mycroft leapt to his feet, pulling on his coat and scarf before sweeping past the woman and out of the office. That pesky DI, Mycroft thought as he strode away from the office towards the waiting car. The man was a bad influence, encouraging Sherlock’s wild behaviour; involving him in dangerous police business, using the man in order to better his own success rate.
He tapped his fingers against his knee for the entire car journey, furious at himself for having let matters creep so far from his control. London flashed by beyond the rain smattered window, lights twinkling in the gloom.
Anonymous asked: Firstly, I love your Drabbles, they make me smile. Secondly, I have this headcanon, that Mycroft hided Sherlock's drug problems from their parents and no one else cared enough about Sherlock to help him except Mycroft, till Lestrade came. Although the DI ever says that he just needs a sober Sherlock for the work, Mycroft knows better. Lestrade cares about his little brother and this is why Mycroft have fallen in love with him.
At last! I have filled a prompt!
It is this one here, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you, anon.
Anonymous asked: Glad all went well with your interview, good luck! And don't worry about us, we shall be here, eagerly awaiting new drabble-y brilliance, when you have time! (Well, I certainly shall be.... *quietly stalks via rss feed reader*)