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Mystrade Monday Prompts #52

For August 25, 2025

“I canceled my plans.”

The game is to write a flash fic this weekend and post it here (or with a link to the fic on AO3) on Monday with the hashtag Mystrade Monday.

Flash fiction is a complete story that is less than 1,000 words. 360mg is complete fic of 360 words with the last two beginning with “M” and “G” in any order. Please spread the word.

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Benefits of the Pugilist

Greg Lestrade came home after a long work day and had barely passed the door of the home office when he found himself shoved against it.

“Just one shot!” Mycroft Holmes kissed Greg’s knuckles and grinned.

“Hah! Sherlock texted you, didn’t he?” Greg laughed as Mycroft began to unbutton his shirt.

“Of course, and I saw the camera feed.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------- Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, and John Watson were investigating a lead for a case that had them speaking with Aaron Herman, the waiter of a chic café. Greg had politely stepped up to the man first to introduce the three of them when Herman pushed past Lestrade to serve customers, ignoring them more than once. Mistake. “Mr. Herman, you can talk to me freely here, or suffer the consequences at NSY in cuffs later.” Greg threatened, pushing back his trench coat to reveal said handcuffs. “Meet me behind the café.” Herman entered to pick up another order, and this time accidentally shoved John.   Big Mistake. “If you don’t like what’s in the mirror, don’t take it out on him.” Which was when Sherlock, being Sherlock, deduced the man’s affair with the café waitress and a few other things before John could put a stop to it, which naturally, only made the man less willing to speak. “I said behind the café,” Herman growled, seemingly relenting. Sherlock and Lestrade knowingly looked at each other as they pretended to turn for the rear. It was evident that Herman had no intention of meeting them, and Sherlock fully expected the man to run. He was not the only one. John stepped in front of Herman, blocking the front door as he stood toe-to-toe with the man. That Aaron Herman was a half foot taller and two stone heavier than the former army captain was irrelevant. “Get out of my…” Herman started speaking, and John immediately backed away, his expressive face wrinkled with disgust as he tried not to cough. “I did say chronic halitosis, John,”  Sherlock smirked. Sherlock knew John Watson had a temper. Even for a Scot, Watson’s temper was something of note. It’s not that he forgets; he is Sherlock Holmes after all, but John’s temperament, like his deep blue eyes, is part and parcel of the man. Sherlock does not think about it. When Herman spun around, his raised fist heading toward Sherlock Holmes… Big Mistake. Huge. So, the quick gut punch that brought Aaron Herman to his knees and several of the customers to their feet did not surprise him. It was the one who threw the solid punch – Lestrade. The detective inspector does not let loose physically often, but when he does… John whistled, impressed, as an annoyed Greg slapped cuffs on Herman, brought him to his feet, and began to read him his rights. “He should have popped a breath mint and met us behind the café,” Sherlock chuckled as he pulled out his phone. Text: Access the cameras at Waterfall Tearoom, past fifteen minutes. Should be nothing. –SH -------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I cannot believe Sherlock still believes you want to know when I lay hands on suspects, just in case of a potential lawsuit. It was nothing.” Greg gasped lustily when Mycroft let him up for air after a most thorough snog. “I’m happy to enjoy the consequences, but if he ever figures out this winds you up…!”

Yes, he continues to believe. ‘Should be nothing’ is exactly what he said when he texted me to check the footage. And you…” Mycroft dropped to his knees and winked as he unzipped Greg, “…get to reap the benefits, my dear pugilist!”

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Mystrade Monday Prompts #51

For August 18, 2025

"Meet me behind the cafe.”

The game is to write a flash fic this weekend and post it here (or with a link to the fic on AO3) on Monday with the hashtag Mystrade Monday.

Flash fiction is a complete story that is less than 1,000 words. 360mg is complete fic of 360 words with the last two beginning with “M” and “G” in any order. Please spread the word.

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"Why?" "Why what?" "Why are you religious?" "Is it the same as a believer?" "Isn't it?" Greg didn't know. "I guess because I want to believe in something greater than me." "Like Sherlock?"

A Place to Hide the Tears [GEN] in AO3

Written for @mystradepromptsandscenarios "Will you call?"

In which Greg has to deal with the surreal appearance of Mycroft Holmes in the Isle of Grain where he went to avoid humanity & its mistakes.

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Sometimes a Man Needs Backup (4518 words) by EventHorizon Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Mystrade Monday Prompts, Mycroft needs a favor, Greg isn't so keen, which is understandable given the favor in question Summary:

Mycroft needs a favor that he feels Greg is perfect to accomplish. Greg isn't particularly enthused given what and where this favor is to take place...

A little something for @mystradepromptsandscenarios Mystrade Monday prompt 'Will you call me?'

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Mystrade Monday Prompts #50

For August 11, 2025

“Will you call me?”

The game is to write a flash fic this weekend and post it here (or with a link to the fic on AO3) on Monday with the hashtag Mystrade Monday.

Flash fiction is a complete story that is less than 1,000 words. 360mg is complete fic of 360 words with the last two beginning with “M” and “G” in any order. Please spread the word.

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Mystrade Monday Prompts #49

For Aug 4, 2025

Character A makes their signature dish for Character B. Character B is not generally a fan of the dish.

The game is to write a flash fic this weekend and post it here (or with a link to the fic on AO3) on Monday with the hashtag Mystrade Monday.

Flash fiction is a complete story that is less than 1,000 words. 360mg is complete fic of 360 words with the last two beginning with “M” and “G” in any order. Please spread the word.

Hot tip: if you tag @mystradepromptsandscenarios , we’ll reblog it.

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Un Rapped

People don’t think about all the things one accumulates in life until it is time to move. Or, in the case of a parent’s passing, the past left behind for others to go through afterward.

She walked into the office and carefully approached the gobsmacked man seated at the desk.

She nervously stopped just short of being in view of the laptop. “Do I want to know?”

He gestured helplessly at the screen for her to see.

“Oh. My. God! Mum still had that? I thought that was long gone. How did you…?

“This is an old secretary desk; these things are notorious for having hidden compartments that owners tend to forget the compartments exist and/or the contents they’ve hidden within them.” He gestured at the desk covered with items found. “This is everything."

”Okay, you found the CD…” she grinned at the screen, “…but why did you look so confused?”

“I’ve no idea what I’m looking at. I mean, I know what it is I am seeing logically, but he did… this? It’s rather disturbing.”

“It’s rather hilarious. I thought you knew?”

“Would you admit to this?” He looked at the woman incredulously. “How was I to know?”

“Do you want to watch it again?” She moved the mouse as though to close the file.

The look Sherlock gave her was vicious as he grinned evilly. “Oh god, yes!”

Together they watched the short video for a third, a fourth, and a fifth time.

“I’m feelin’ it” “You rockin’ it” “I’m feelin’ it” “I’m checkin’ it” “I’m doin’ it” “I’m feelin’ it” “I’m kissin’ it” “I’m checkin’ it” “Nice!”

He turned up the volume as the video restarted again and looked towards the door, “5… 4… 3… 2…”

The two broke into peals of fresh laughter at the sound of something heavy being dropped and footsteps suddenly running.

“Harriet Elaine Watson! You better not have shown that to Sherlock!”  John all but slammed into the door frame as he cursed seeing his husband and sister laughing at the laptop.

“Sorry, John Hamish Watson-Holmes, he found it and showed it to me!” Harriet nearly doubled over as she hooted with laughter.

They watched a video of a young John Watson.

A video of a young John Watson, before he entered the Royal Army and became a doctor.

A video of a young John Watson rapping and beatboxing in a car with a friend.

“Your face!” Sherlock Holmes-Watson wiped away at laughing tears. “I know it was the style of the youth then, but the only thing more appalling than your performance was your clothing. Bright yellow mesh, John? I mean, Ricky C!”

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It dawns on Mycroft had he been right in his assumption he wouldn’t be here now, in Greg’s arms, against his chest, hearts beating together. “She… Eurus, our sister, gave Sherlock a pistol and told him to choose who should live. Me. Or Doctor Watson. I was certain. Greg, I was certain… so I goaded him. To make it easier to accept.” He’s pulled tighter to the firm chest, so uncomfortably safe. “That he would choose John over me. I was so certain I’d die. And you wouldn’t know. No one would know who I am.” “I know who you are.”

To confess and be absolved [G] in AO3

Written for @mystradepromptsandscenarios “I loved you in secret.” & “How was I to know?”

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Mystrade Monday Prompt #48

For July 28, 2025

“How was I to know?”

The game is to write a flash fic this weekend and post it here (or with a link to the fic on AO3) on Monday with the hashtag Mystrade Monday.

Flash fiction is a complete story that is less than 1,000 words. 360mg is complete fic of 360 words with the last two beginning with “M” and “G” in any order. Please spread the word.

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Commonly Uncommon

It had been a busy few weeks for Mycroft Holmes.

Very busy. But thankfully, the worst was over.

At least for now, I cannot wait to go home and have a whole night’s sleep again.

He was exhausted, half-snoozing/half-awake on his way to an early morning meeting with the prime minister when his personal phone vibrated with a specific pattern. An uncommon pattern that did not occur often, thank goodness, but one that always meant trouble.

Lestrade, something’s happened to my brother.

“Where is he?” Mycroft rang in, now wide-awake and mentally braced himself for bad news.

“Huh?” Gregory Lestrade seemed confused for a moment, then understood, “Oh! Sherlock? Fine, when I last saw him yesterday.” Then Lestrade’s voice immediately filled with apprehension, “Has he disappeared?! Oh God! What do you need me to do?”

“No, nothing…” Mycroft breathed, experiencing a moment of mental whiplash, relieved that his brother was, in fact, not in danger, and feeling a mix of partial guilt for the worry he had inadvertently caused, as well as a sense of being touched by his immediate concern. “I was on my way to a meeting, and you’ve only ever called me on my personal line when Sherlock’s in trouble.”

“Ohhh!” Gregory lets out a relieved breath, “I’m sorry! I was only thinking it wasn’t a business call for NSY, so a personal call…? I just wanted to hear your voice and ask about possible dinner tonight?” he yawned, clearly only half-awake himself, “Christ! It’s only half six? What was I thinking? And you’re busy, of course you are. I’m a fucking idiot. Sorry!” Mycroft could hear the chagrin in Gregory’s voice as he quickly rang out.

I’m glad to hear his voice, also. It has been a few weeks since we’ve seen each other, but what was that about?

He shook his head but had no time to give it more thought as his sedan pulled up to 10 Downing Street, and he mentally shifted gears for the meeting.

But he could not quite get it out of his mind.

Mycroft only spoke to the detective inspector to arrange dinners, which were supposed to be status updates about Sherlock, for that’s all it was to him in the beginning.

In the beginning, when the two men could not stand each other.

Who could predict that two uncommon men would find common ground beyond their care for Sherlock?

Although the dinners had stopped being about Sherlock ages ago, it was common to call from his work line, so he continued, just as it was common for Greg to use the personal line only for Sherlock emergencies.

He and Gregory had since grown past those days, and while it surprised Mycroft to one day realize a true friendship had formed, it utterly shocked him the day he finally admitted to himself that he wanted more, so much more, from the then-married man. And though Greg’s marriage dissolved nearly two years ago, Mycroft knew who he was. Mycroft knew that streetwise, surprisingly intelligent, down-to-earth, easy-going, and uncommonly gorgeous men like Gregory did not fall in love with uncommonly intelligent, cold fish, set in his ways, posh men like him.

But this is the first time Gregory has called ME! And it was personal? My voice? And dinner?

Mycroft bit down hard on the urge that nearly had him grinning on the outside, to reflect the one held within.

He’d just awakened, and he thought of me? Could… could I be…WRONG? Does he… like – because Mycroft simply cannot contemplate anything above that- like me?

Though it was less than two hours before the meeting ended, it felt like ages before Mycroft could call Gregory back.

Call him back from his personal phone.

“Look, Mycroft, I’m sorry I…” Gregory rang in without preamble.

“Gregory, I’m not…” Mycroft spoke over him, “I was glad to hear your voice as well.”

“You’re not? You were?”

Mycroft could hear the shock and pleasure in Gregory’s voice and was enormously happy to have put it there, but he couldn’t resist the tease. “Well, once we got over the minor coronaries, we nearly gave each other about Sherlock, that is. Please feel free to call on this line more often. It would be nice not to associate it, and you, with bad news.”

“Fair enough.”  Gregory chuckled, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice. “It will be my pleasure.” “Speaking of… The pleasure of dinner with you tonight would be mine, Gregory. If it’s still on offer, that is.”

Mycroft smiled; he could all but see the happy relief on Gregory’s face as he spoke.  “Oh, it’s very much on offer!” his smile faded somewhat upon hearing the soft, apprehensive sigh that followed before Gregory spoke again, “I must make something of a confession, first…”

“Oh?”

“And I feel I must say it now because I’m too chicken shit to say it to your face in case you…”

Gregory fell silent…

But Mycroft’s mind went into overdrive…

In case I WHAT? The man has cursed me out in person several times over the years without a hint of fear. What he could possibly be afraid to tell me face-to-face…?

And Mycroft’s mind record scratched as the impossible, however improbable, but must be true answer came to him.

No, I must see his face, to know if it’s true, his voice won’t be enough…

“I must go. Landmark 6 PM? Save it for tonight, Gregory, please.” Mycroft implored, as he quickly rang out, not giving him a choice.

“I have loved you in secret.“ “And so have I.”

Mycroft Holmes does not know it yet, but his going to work half-awake, but happily so, will be a common occurrence when those are the words confessed between them in a few hours. ---------------------------------------- Read/Comment on AO3

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Mystrade Monday Prompts #47

For Jully 21, 2025

“I loved you in secret.”

The game is to write a flash fic this weekend and post it here (or with a link to the fic on AO3) on Monday with the hashtag Mystrade Monday.

Flash fiction is a complete story that is less than 1,000 words. 360mg is complete fic of 360 words with the last two beginning with “M” and “G” in any order. Please spread the word.

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Mystrade Monday Prompt #46

For July 14, 2025

"What are you reading?”

The game is to write a flash fic this weekend and post it here (or with a link to the fic on AO3) on Monday with the hashtag Mystrade Monday.

Flash fiction is a complete story that is less than 1,000 words. 360mg is complete fic of 360 words with the last two beginning with “M” and “G” in any order. Please spread the word.

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Mystrade Monday Fics!!

For July 7, 2205

Jam by 221Addie--rated GA, 353 words

Mycroft shares a little known talent of his with Greg.

Keeper by Ml101--rated GA, 768 words

It seemed there was more than one footballer in the relationship.

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It's a Knack (2881 words) by EventHorizon Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Alicia Smallwood Additional Tags: mystrade, Mystrade Monday Prompts, Established Relationship, Hidden Talents Summary:

Mycroft has a party to plan and he's having a bit of a breakdown because of it. His beloved husband steps in to pull him back from the brink and take a step or two to ensure the event is a success and ensure the brink isn't approached again in the process...

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Character A surprises Character B by being very knowledgeable about a topic/activity that seems unusual for them.

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Mystrade Monday Prompt #45

For July 7, 2025

Character A surprises Character B by being very knowledgable about a topic/activity that seems unusual for them.

The game is to write a flash fic this weekend and post it here (or with a link to the fic on AO3) on Monday with the hashtag Mystrade Monday.

Flash fiction is a complete story that is less than 1,000 words. 360mg is complete fic of 360 words with the last two beginning with “M” and “G” in any order. Please spread the word.

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I wrote something with today's @mystradepromptsandscenarios prompt for Mystrade Monday! And as a treat for @bookcasewraith who is not enjoying the heat in the UK right now.

Does this Rupert Graves look hot? I mean warm?