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Today Aziraphale spent the afternoon reading on the couch with his head in Crowley's lap. The demon couldn't help but play with his angel's lovely curls.

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For The Love of Books - Mystrade

Greg loves it when Mycroft reads out loud to him. He loves curling up on the couch with his head resting upon Mycroft’s lap as the other man’s long, slender fingers lightly comb through his hair. His eyes flutter closed as he listens to the rich, dulcet tones of Mycroft’s voice, reading out passages from authors such as Homer and Voltaire.

It isn’t the words that he focuses on when he listens to Mycroft speak, it’s the rhythm. He doesn’t stumble over the words the way Greg does. Greg’s brain is always rushing forward eager to get ahead and read the next page. Instead Mycroft luxuriates in every syllable, allowing it to roll off the tongue with a concise sense of an ease. 

It’s symbolic of the way Mycroft seems to handle everything that comes his way, although Greg knows different. Greg knows he agonises over the decisions he makes. He’s seen Mycroft on some of the darkest days.

Greg knows that there’s a fragility in his lover. When all is said and done, and the façade comes crumbling down, Greg will always be there to help Mycroft put himself back together again. 

“You’ve stopped reading.” Greg remarks quietly. He opens his eyes so that he can see the expression on Mycroft’s sharp features.

“Momentarily.” Mycroft murmurs. 

The edges of his mouth tipping  up into a smile as he looks down at Greg, sincerity shining in those vibrant grey eyes. “I find you completely endearing Gregory.”

Greg returns Mycroft’s smile, interpreting the meaning behind those words, the weight of it. 

“I love you too, Mycroft.”

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In the Dark - Mycroft Holmes x Greg Lestrade

It is the darkness that gets Mycroft thinking. Alone in bed at night is when his thoughts race, where he relives the day’s solutions repeatedly in his mind. He follows the pathways of those choices; he knows where they lead. He cannot help but scrutinise them, searching for something he’s missed.

Each decision is weighted and dissected along with the possible outcomes. The only exception to that rule is Gregory.

His feelings for the silver-haired Detective Inspector had crept up on him like a thief in the night. He couldn’t have predicted the stolen kiss on Sherlock’s doorstep on Christmas Day. The impulse had overwhelmed Mycroft as Gregory had lingered in his proximity, his dark eyes bright with merriment.

Objectively he had always found Gregory attractive; his strong, muscular frame was enticing. But in that moment, on the doorstep, it was his compassion that shone through. Mycroft had spent years burying any form of his underneath layers of armour, Gregory bled it and it was intoxicating. 

Mycroft exhales deeply, the palm of his hand coming to rest on the cold, empty side of the bed. His head is noisier these days.  Since Sherlock had begun antagonising Charles Augustus Magnussen, Mycroft saw all those avenues spread out in front of him, it made his stomach sick with dread.

He hears Gregory’s footsteps steps on the landing, they sound lighter than his usual and Mycroft realises that Gregory is trying not to wake him. He watches as the bedroom door opens slowly. Gregory’s silhouette slips inside of the room before he closes the door quietly behind him.

Mycroft reaches for the bedside lamp, flicking it on and allowing the soft light to bathe the room. There’s a moment where the two of them pause, blinking to adjust before Mycroft sees a tender smile cross Gregory’s lips. He is wearing odd socks today; on anyone else Mycroft would see that as a sign of ineptitude but on Gregory he finds it endearing. It is just another one of his idiosyncrasies.

“I didn’t want to wake you.” Gregory utters in a husky voice as he approaches the bed.

“I can’t asleep.” Mycroft confesses, drawing himself up into a sitting position.

Gregory leans over his lover, his lips capturing Mycroft’s. The kiss is passionate and filled with unspoken promises. It sends a pulse of yearning through Mycroft that has his hands tangling in Gregory’s shirt.

“Let’s see if we can’t do something about that.”

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poor Tony, he just wants to do something special for his beloved 🥲

there is also the PeterxMJ version (because after all, like father, like son 💀):

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Astronomy In Reverse - Chapter 1 - pansley - Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) [Archive of Our Own]

This fanfiction is a real gem, I "devoured" it in a very short time 🫶

First time I read a fic with Bucky as the central pov and especially with Bucky adopting Peter, it surprised me positively, I loved these two, both them individually and together ❤️

Tony and Steve are also characterized very well and are fantastic as characters 🫶

The found family that forms between the four of them is wonderful, I love all four and this fanfiction 🥹

I recommend reading it to everyone because you can't miss this Wonder 💙

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One of my head canon I have for Mystrade is that sometimes (or probably most of the times) they’d bring work to home. But they don’t mind because they both understand each other’s terrible schedule. They’d make tea, make themselves comfortable on their couch and spend their evening working. It’s not really romantic but they certainly are glad that they can do this with each other. 

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my girls 🫶🧎🏻‍♂️

marauders era girl hangout sesh (click for better quality)

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Gregory Lestrade & Mycroft Holmes

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garlic soup week ended a week ago but whatever.

behold, the hottest polycule of the seven seas, taking a well deserved nap together

alt versions under cut:

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Jim mouthing and vibing to Izzy's singing

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moments in the brownstone🩷

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"my heart

beneath cloud

breaks as the

storm"

- little poem written by Stede for Ed

(during season 2, while looking for the love of his life)

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wow, this is so personal (and true)

Ma'am, your daughter is not okay. Her favourite trope is found family

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Peter, making chicken and dumpling soup, dropping a dumpling on the floor: This is sadder than the time i got hit by a train.

Tony, coughing on his coffee: Excuse me?

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Nat: i'm leaving now. Steve is in charge. i've left notes for each of you with intructions

Tony: mine just says "Tony no"

Nat: and you can apply that to any situation

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💙🖤❤️

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Hiiii I’ve posted all this on IG (@wynnd.citrus) already, but I figured it’d be a good idea to have it on my Tumblr too SO I’m doing a HUGE repost binge so I can get all my Irondad Spiderson content onto here as well!!