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I have many obsessions, but most of them are British, honestly. I post a lot of Sherlock… A lot of Sherlock. My blog will have NSFW stuff pop up, so just a heads up there. Feel free to say hi, friends! :D

 

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"Hey, Myc, wanna go get some coffee? I need to get out of this office." Mycroft blinked and opened his mouth to correct Gregory's use of the shortened version of his name, then realized with a start that it didn't bother him from this man's mouth. "Yes. Let's go. I'll meet you down at the shop around the corner from your office in fifteen minutes?" "Sounds like a plan."

Greg is and will always be the only person who is allowed to call Mycroft Myc.  Well.  And Greg’s girls, of course.

But yes.  I’ve always thought that when it first happens, it’s just sooooo natural to Greg to say it, and Mycrof just stares.  His shoulders tense and he’s ready to protest, but then finds he doesn’t want to.  Unlike when dear Mummy says it, he finds he doesn’t hate it when Greg does.

Aww. :3 Precious babies.

365 Days of Mystrade: Day 206 - Food Poisoning

Slight tw: There is discussion of vomiting in this drabble.  It’s not described heavily, because I have a minor case of emetophobia myself, but I know there are plenty of people who have it more severely than I do that could get affected by even what I wrote.  So just a heads up.  <3

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Greg realized within an hour of eating lunch that he probably shouldn’t have.  He should’ve stayed in his office and waited until he’d gotten home that evening to fix dinner.  He’d been hungry though, and the little fast food place had been real convenient… 

Now, however, he was on his knees in the bathroom, clutching onto the toilet for dear life.  Every part of him ached, and he had tears in his eyes, and his entire stomach felt like it was being turned inside out.  It just hurt.  He couldn’t stand throwing up (not like he knew anyone who could, but still), and every time he did it again he prayed it was the last. 

Finally, there was nothing left to expel.  It was then that he was no longer alone, and there was a soothing hand rubbing across his back.

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"Mmmmm, Gregory," Mycroft is whispering, hungrily kissing and biting at Greg's collarbone. Greg moves to slide his jeans off, when, from the nightstand, Mycroft's mobile rings. It is set only to ring when one specific person calls. The two lovers spring apart, both swearing loudly and angrily. Mycroft growls and picks up the phone, half yelling and half panting into it, "GODDAMIT SHERLOCK, WHAT?" Both feel instantly guilty when it turns out Sherlock has been kidnapped. Guess we have to save him.

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I love this.

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"Hey, Da?" Elizabeth said from the kitchen counter while Greg cooked dinner. "Mm?" "There's this girl I kinda want you to meet... I don't know if you'd want-" "Yes! Yeah, I want to meet her." "Cool," she said with a small smile. Mycroft chose that moment to enter the kitchen. "What's going on?" he asked. "Remember Cami, who I told you about? I'm meeting her parents on Friday. I want her to meet mine. Do you have a day next week or so where you're both free?" Mycroft smiled. Her parent. "Monday?"

Awww.  Mycroft is getting fatherly feels.  Elizabeth thinks of him as a parent.  /)///////////(\ 

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"Mrs. Holmes, can I ask you something?" "Of course, Greg, what's om your mind? And I've told you a thousand times, it's Annabeth." "Sorry. I-- Well, I -- I wanted to do this right. I was wondering if I could--- Dammit. Sorry." "What's wrong, sweetheart?" "Can I -- If I-- Annabeth Holmes, can I ask your son to marry me? Would you-- Can I?" "Yes. Of course. That's all he wants in the world, Greg. Really. I can't wait." "Thank you. Thank you."

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Mummy Holmes loves Greg so much and thinks he’s just perfect for her son.  Buuuuhhhhh.

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Greg glanced at the timer on his wrist. It must be wrong. He he was, supposedly thirty seconds from meeting his soulmate and he was taking care of an incredibly high Sherlock Holmes in a disgusting apartment. Where was the woman of his dreams? Nowhere, dammit. A knock at the door can be heard, and he throws a blanket over Sherlock on the couch and goes to answer it. "Hello. I'm Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's brother. I'd like to thank you for taking care of him." The left wrists of both read 0:00:00

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This is a FUCKING AMAZING AU and I need it in my life oh my fucking god.  Soulmate AUs are always so brilliant JFC yes.

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Some days, when the politician is endlessly berating himself and his own existence, Greg has to remind him how absolutely gorgeous he is, but not just that. He tells Mycroft his qualities that have nothing to do with his appearance or weight. "You're smart, you know, and endlessly interesting. Kind. You're an amazing father and they're not even your girls. You do the cute blinky thing when you're confused. You speak of everyone with reverence. You're very talented with your hands...."

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Greg showering Mycroft in compliments and praise when he’s feeling particularly insecure, and reminding him how amazing and loved he is, is truly one of my favorite things in the world.

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"Mycroft. Please. Please, please tell me that my daughter is not reading a book about International Law and Diplomacy. Tell me that I'm seeing things."

Muahahaha yes.  Yessssss.  That’s amazing.  It would be absolutely hilarious and would make Greg’s head spin even more if it was Abby reading it LOL.  Little 11 year old reading such a dense book, hahaha.  Awww.  And trying to recall things to say later, and kind of failing at it, but Mycroft thinks it’s the most adorable thing in the world, looks at Greg, and mouths ‘worth it’.

365 Days of Mystrade: Day 205 - Falling Asleep

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After a dinner date at one of the nicer restaurants in the area, Mycroft and Gregory took a quiet walk through a nearby park.  It was night, and therefor the park wasn’t very busy, so they enjoyed the closeness they had with each other.  Halfway through the walk, Mycroft felt a hand brush his.  His heart leapt up in his throat and he had to force himself to keep walking, though he did glance over at the man walking next to him. 

He didn’t have the courage to make the move himself, but it didn’t seem to matter because after a few moments, Gregory made the move for him.  Their hands brushed together again, before their palms pressed together and their fingers were becoming entangled in one another.  Mycroft felt almost dizzy at the affection.  The two of them had only been dating for about a month now, and these casual touches were things he quite yet hadn’t gotten used to yet.  While he was enjoying it, his first instinct was to pull away, because he wasn’t too fond of public displays of affection still, but… The park was rather empty.  And they were just holding hands.  It would be okay.

After circling around once and a half, they slowed and Gregory was squeezing his hand gently. 

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You have been known to do other works involving your entire body and the acting. You enjoy the animation?

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