#fem!strade

(Redraw of a fem!stradelaw piece from last year, og under the cut)

Anonymous asked: Hi! I really like your mood boards and I was just wondering, if it's not to much to ask, (sorry if it sounds weird it's just a fictive thing) would you make one of fem!strade? Thank you!

Here you go buddy! 

fem!Srade art here {x}

I’ll do you one better, buddy, COMBINED fem!Law x fem!Strade 🙇🙇‼️

Title: “In Hindsight: Girlfriend to Death Edition”

Rating: Explicit! PLEASE READ THE TAGS!

Fandom: Boyfriend to Death (but Genderbent/Rule 63′d)

Pairings/Interactions: Fem!Rire, Fem!Strade, Female reader 

Chapters: 1/1 

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like mystrade.

You: I thought you were coming home but I guess I was wrong. GLH(fem) And as a reminder; it's our daughter's birthday. GLH

Stranger: I know that, I'll be home in a half hour. MH

Stranger: Crisis in Russia, had to be dealt with. MH

You: Why is Russia always causing a crisis when you're late? GLh

You: *GLH

Stranger: Because Russia really doesn't know how to hold its shit together. MH (says the Russian boy roleplaying as a fictional British man)

Stranger: (That was my disclaimer saying that if my English is bad, I'm sorry.)

You: ((You're a guy and a Sherlockian??))

You: Have you noticed the time, Mycroft? She's in bed. GLH

Stranger: ((Yes. Is that bad? I'm sorry.)) Of course she is, she's six years old and it's ten o'clock. I feel awful enough, Gi, without you trying to guilt me. I'm in the car on my way home, and there's nothing I can do about the fact that the world falls apart if I take a half hour break. MH

You: ((No. Absolutely not! I didn't think Sherlockian guys existed!!!! XD)) Couldn't you have asked Anthea to text me or something? Anything to say you weren't going to be home. She cried herself to sleep, Myc! And she wouldn't eat anything at dinner because you promised you'd be home and we'd eat together. Annabelle sat in your chair, holding her story book and watching the front door until her bedtime. GLH

Stranger: ((I suppose I'm technically American now. I was adopted by an American family when I was six, is all. And alright, we are fairly rare!)) Dammit, I told you, please stop it. I couldn't do anything. I'm going to fix this. Give me ten minutes. MH

You: I'm sorry. I need to vent. You know how I am with I'm . The guys at the Yard call Crabby Gabby... I'm sorry. GLH

You: ((Dude, you made my night. I have achieved my goal of finding a male Sherlockian. Thank you.))

Stranger: ((Yeah, no problem, lol. I'm glad that my gender has been of service to your happiness. I'm also a straight guy who ships gay pairings, if that's on your bucket list too. And I could find you a unicorn if I was hard-pressed.))

Stranger: You don't need to apologize. If anyone should be sorry, it's obviously me. Although, I think you're going to like what I'm planning now. MH

You: (( lol As long as it's fluffy, hells yeah. :) ))

Stranger: ((Let me attempt.))

You: And what would that be exactly? I don't need to wake her up do I? GLH

Stranger: No. I wouldn't ask you to wake her up. Can you get off work for a week or two? MH

You: I could try... Why? GLH

Stranger: http://cdn.scratch.mit.edu/static/site/projects/thumbnails/158/2130.png ((How's this?))

You: ((bhahaha. Perfect!))

You: ((are you still typing?))