‘I’ve planted a seed of doubt in her mind. And that’s all a doubting mind needs, really. A seed of doubt.’
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by EmmaSpencer
"Just trust me." he smiled at him reassuringly. Mycroft sighed but closed his eyes. "Don't be scared..." Greg whispered and wrapped the soft blanket around him, making sure that not an inch of his soft pale skin would touch with his, and pulled him to a hug.
Words: 550, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 8 of Mystrade prompts
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Additional Tags: soft, Dating, slow is the only way, Touching, Short Story, prompf from Mystrade facebook group, Greg is patient, Mycroft's cold hand, everything is soft and cozy, weighted stress reliever blanket
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‘So the nerd’s dating an absolute idiot?’
‘An adorable idiot.’
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‘BULLSH*T. Both of us know you’re not even remotely smart nor cunning enough to pull this off, so fess up.’
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Adjectives of the day
Terrifying, cunning, strong
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‘You don’t need to buy me an island for my birthday. Yes, I know about that, and no, I will not accept it, even if you force me to. ‘
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‘Cool!’
‘That’s the opposite of cool. What is wrong with you?’
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‘Dude, that’s not funny. That’s just sad.’
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It was his first day at work, and he was not impressed.’
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‘Tell me everything I want to know, or you’ll have every bone in your body broken into pieces.’
‘Like you would ever be brave enough to-‘
They were interrupted by a sharp pain in their right arm.
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‘Do they hate you?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Well, are you gonna let that continue?’
‘Yeah.’
‘But you’re innocent.’
‘Yeah.’
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‘How is she?’
‘Tall, dark and brooding. The usual.’
‘Isn’t that mostly used to describe men?’
‘Are you going to look at me and tell me that she isn’t tall, dark and brooding?’
‘Good point.’
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The witch knows full well she could’ve killed the man throwing stones at her. And yet, she didn’t. Not because of a perverted sense of compassion, but because she was simply too lazy to.
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