Alright kinkmeme, it's been how long now? WHERE is the obligatory rentboy AU? Really, now. And we call ourselves a fandom.
I don't care how cracky it is, I don't care who's doing it (Sherlock? John? Lestrade in his mysterious youth?), I just want some angst and some pretty men selling themselves.
Bonus crack points if Mycroft is somehow a pimp. (You know you want it. Don't make him smack a bitch with his umbrella.)
Ahaha, and you managed to work Anthea in as well. Is it Christmas?
("And I could've been a police officer but this was easier and, ironically, people fuck you over less." Disturbingly, this may just be one of the best Lestrade lines I've read.)
FILL: A face in the crowd (1/2)
anonymous
September 6 2010, 16:37:49 UTC
Inspired by your delightful prompt - though possibly not as cracky or AU as you may have hoped for... Hope you don't mind...
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Mycroft sat in the chair opposite Lestrade, crossed his legs and flicked a speck of dust from his knee. "I'm sure you can appreciate the need for discretion, Inspector."
Lestrade's face had gone several shades paler. "Yes... I mean, obviously."
"I believe you know the young man."
Lestrade studied one of the pictures for a few moments in silence.
Mycroft could almost hear his methodical little policeman's brain working
( ... )
FILL: A face in the crowd (2/2)
anonymous
September 6 2010, 16:53:20 UTC
Mycroft swiped the card through the slot. There was an audible clunk as the lock of the hotel door disengaged.
Tony was waiting for him, sitting on the end of the bed, dressed in faded blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt. The skinny youth from the photo had aged but he had kept himself in shape, filled out and cleaned up; a better diet had done wonders for both his physique and complexion. Mycroft was not at all disappointed.
"Mr Lestrade said you wanted to talk to me, so here I am." His dark eyes looked Mycroft up and down appraisingly. "But we could've talked anywhere. I think you're after something else." His voice had a hard edge to it, almost growling in tone.
"Very astute of you. I believe you fully understand the position you're in."
Tony held Mycroft's gaze. "You can't use those photos against me - my face isn't the one that'll make headline news if it gets out."
"You're quite right. Those pictures will never see the light of day. In fact the events they depict already never happened. However, certain people would
( ... )
Re: FILL: A face in the crowd (2/2)
anonymous
September 8 2010, 21:54:16 UTC
Thanks!
I meant this to be a quick fill to exorcise a bunny but now pimp!Mycroft is telling me how he's going to use 'Tony' as a honey trap for a foreign dignitary...
...and maybe see if Sherlock fancies a family discount. ;)
I don't care how cracky it is, I don't care who's doing it (Sherlock? John? Lestrade in his mysterious youth?), I just want some angst and some pretty men selling themselves.
Bonus crack points if Mycroft is somehow a pimp. (You know you want it. Don't make him smack a bitch with his umbrella.)
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*hangs head in shame*
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You mean he's not in cannon?
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So yes: I'd love to see this too.
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Ahaha, and you managed to work Anthea in as well. Is it Christmas?
("And I could've been a police officer but this was easier and, ironically, people fuck you over less." Disturbingly, this may just be one of the best Lestrade lines I've read.)
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I just had to thank you for that
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I just had to thank you for that
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Mycroft sat in the chair opposite Lestrade, crossed his legs and flicked a speck of dust from his knee. "I'm sure you can appreciate the need for discretion, Inspector."
Lestrade's face had gone several shades paler. "Yes... I mean, obviously."
"I believe you know the young man."
Lestrade studied one of the pictures for a few moments in silence.
Mycroft could almost hear his methodical little policeman's brain working ( ... )
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Tony was waiting for him, sitting on the end of the bed, dressed in faded blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt. The skinny youth from the photo had aged but he had kept himself in shape, filled out and cleaned up; a better diet had done wonders for both his physique and complexion. Mycroft was not at all disappointed.
"Mr Lestrade said you wanted to talk to me, so here I am." His dark eyes looked Mycroft up and down appraisingly. "But we could've talked anywhere. I think you're after something else." His voice had a hard edge to it, almost growling in tone.
"Very astute of you. I believe you fully understand the position you're in."
Tony held Mycroft's gaze. "You can't use those photos against me - my face isn't the one that'll make headline news if it gets out."
"You're quite right. Those pictures will never see the light of day. In fact the events they depict already never happened. However, certain people would ( ... )
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(And I so didn't see that twist coming! Nicely done!)
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I meant this to be a quick fill to exorcise a bunny but now pimp!Mycroft is telling me how he's going to use 'Tony' as a honey trap for a foreign dignitary...
...and maybe see if Sherlock fancies a family discount. ;)
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