Hey! I thought I'd just say hi and tell you some things about myself! I haven't written before, but I have always wanted to and I have always had scenarios in my head that I've wanted to write, and now I'm going to! My main Sherlock ships are johnlock and mystrade. My favourite characters are Mycroft and Greg. I love other shows like Doctor Who, Torchwood, Inside Number 9 and The League of Gentlemen. I hope you enjoy this book, I don't really have a big plan for it and updates probably won't won't be regular, especially since I have my mock exams very soon. Please let me know if you have any ideas for chapters or anything, or even tips for my writing.
Please keep in mind I am a minor. My pronouns are they/them incase anyone was wondering. Thank you for taking the time to read this and onto the fluff!!
This is a mystrade oneshot based off of the events after picture above. (Look just slightly above the pinkish picture). Credit to the artist (I don't know them). It is in 3rd person. I hope you enjoy!!!! <3
Mycroft and Greg lay in the pristine, white sheets of their hotel room's double bed. Neither of them could sleep as the after party of John and Sherlock's wedding continued rather loudly. They saw no point in staying as the grooms had both left hours ago. They had decided to stay at the hotel as it was more convenient as they had both had a drink. "What are we going to do if that photo gets out?" Greg asked, his head resting on Mycroft's chest.
"Don't worry dear, Dr Watson has assured me that it will not go anywhere other than a private family scrapbook. That was unless he doesn't want to live to see his first wedding anniversary." Mycroft half-soothed.
"Myc! You can't say that!"
"Why not?"
"Because it's practically a death threat!"
"Oh shush, he knows I won't actually hurt him! I have seen the state of their living room wall. I don't particularly fancy looking like that curtesy of my dear brother."
Greg giggled and the room fell silent again.
"You're not, ashamed of us are you Gregory?" The words cut through the silence like a knife.
"No! Of course not! It's just I had another look at the photo earlier and it could quite easily destroy both of our careers in one fell swoop."
"It was only a kiss Gregory, I think you're overreacting just slightly."
"Well, as I said, I looked at the photo again and it does look like only a kiss... but we were slightly tipsy and... if you look closer you can see that your belt and fly are both undone."
"...Fuck. Sorry Gregory."
"Hey, it's ok! Technically it was my fault anyway."
"Well that is true."
They both giggled and snuggled in closer to each other.
Mycroft had booked 2 single rooms for him and Greg, he then spoke to the manager and asked for one to be changed to a double. That way it still looked as if they were staying in separate rooms, but they could be in the same bed. He wasn't ashamed of their relationship, far from it, they had just both not been ready to tell anyone yet. Of course now Sherlock and John knew.
At the time of being caught Mycroft had denied everything, but he knew his brother would have seen straight through him. He also knew that at some point Sherlock would seek proof of Greg and Mycroft's relationship but, as Sherlock and John were currently on their honeymoon, him and Greg were safe for now.
That's what he was thinking when Sherlock burst in closely followed by an apologetic John.
"Sherlock! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Mycroft shouted sounding panicked as Greg scrambled for as much of the covers as he could get.
"Thats what I said." John said sounding rather cross but somewhat amused at the sight in front of him.
"I could ask you the same thing brother dear." Sherlock said, not acknowledging what his husband had just said.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Greg." John added trying not to giggle like a child. Mycroft shot him a look and he apologised immediately.
"I second what my husband said, although you are not actively doing so at this minute. Thank goodness. Thats something no brother should have to see, and I should know, it came close to that earlier."
"Answer the bloody question Sherlock."
"Just wanted some proof for myself."
"I thought you were meant to be on your honeymoon?" Greg spoke for the first time since being startled.
"So did I." John said through gritted teeth.
"Patience love, patience. I have questions first." Sherlock said grinning towards his brother.
"God help me." Mycroft whispered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"How long?"
"Well, I mean it's-" Greg started and was soon interrupted.
"No, Gregory, he means how long have we been courting."
"Oh." Greg mumbled as he blushed and John nearly chocked on air and began laughing. Another look from Mycroft soon silenced him.
"Three months, 5 days."
"Which people know?"
"Other than the people in this room, nobody. And that's the way we would like it to stay, for now."
"Lestrade, now it's your turn, why Mycroft?"
"What do you mean "Why Mycroft?" ? I love him! And if you can't cope with that then, then, no cases for a month."
"Gregory, that's not fair on poor Dr Watson, he has to live with Sherlock. You don't. He suffers enough as it is." Mycroft interjected.
"Thank you for that, Mycroft." John smiled slightly.
"I think that will do. Speaking of suffering, honeymoon John?" Sherlock said grinning slightly manically at his new husband. John grabbed Sherlock's arm and dragged him out of the room grinning.
"Please tell me they are going far away for their honeymoon, cos I don't wanna hear any of that." Greg said shuddering slightly at the thought.
"Paris far away enough for you my dear?" Mycroft chuckled slightly at Greg's shuddering.
"Though if it were you it'd be a different matter."
"God Gregory, you are so cheesy sometimes."
"But it works. Every. Single. Time."
"And you know it does" Mycroft said, as his lips came into contact with Greg's, he reached over to turn out the lamp and pull the covers over them both.
I hope you liked this! This has been in my head for a while so I thought I'd share! Please give some feedback and thank you for reading!! <3
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