#wakingthewindstorm

Summary:

[Mystrade Bodyguard AU]

Drago Kovácic is dead. Whoever killed him left no trace and Mycroft's superiors are convinced he's next in line. The safest option is to ramp up Mycroft's security until the threat is over, with a dedicated bodyguard to accompany him at all times—whether he likes it or not.

The arrival into Mycroft's life of handsome security professional Greg Lestrade rather changes things. Greg is charming, easy-going and gorgeous—and Mycroft soon has a very different problem on his hands. Will their professional relationship stay professional? Will Greg be able to keep Mycroft safe? And will the shadows of the past prove too much for them to handle?

I just finished this story and it warms my very soul. This, to me, is a fandom classic and I feel like every Mystrade lover should read it at least ones. (Which most probably already have because it was published in 2018!) I’m glad I got to read it all because I would have been so impatient for the updates ;D 

Quarantine brain is a pain, mine just won’t be consistent on what it wants and can do. I feel you.

Finished~*ˊvˋ*

[Mystrade Bodyguard AU]

Drago Kovácic is dead. Whoever killed him left no trace and Mycroft's superiors are convinced he's next in line. The safest option is to ramp up Mycroft's security until the threat is over, with a dedicated bodyguard to accompany him at all times—whether he likes it or not.

The arrival into Mycroft's life of handsome security professional Greg Lestrade rather changes things. Greg is charming, easy-going and gorgeous—and Mycroft soon has a very different problem on his hands. Will their professional relationship stay professional? Will Greg be able to keep Mycroft safe? And will the shadows of the past prove too much for them to handle?

I’m finally reading this! I know, I am always so very late with reading fanfics but I finally started and wow! This is turning out so lovely. Mycroft’s inner thoughts are making my heart swell and break at the same time. He’s so vulnerable and I just want to hug him. 

Anthea swallowed hard and let the words sink into her skin.

‘It’s fine, princess.’

‘Just the way things are.’

And when Jinx said it, Anthea could believe it. To know that someone else felt as she did - that she was fine, just as she was, that she didn’t need to change how she was or what she did - was wonderful beyond words.

The shakes running through her increased, and her heart lurched into her throat. Tears burned behind her eyelids, and refused to fall. There were words that wanted to come out, but they piled up at the back of her mouth in a jumble, and she knew that if she spoke, she would never make sense.

So instead she curled close. One leg wound between Jinx’s, her arms tightened, and she nuzzled in as if she could press them into one being by sheer force of will.

She hoped Jinx understood how special this was. How rare it was. How grateful she was.

Because Anthea wasn’t sure she could articulate it, even when she got her powers of speech back.

Thank you.

Oh my heart! Anthea finally opened up to Jinx and my heart lives for it! I love moments like this in stories, where a character is brave enough to let their guard down and open up. I guess it’s because I can’t see myself doing that for someone and it melts my heart to read it now. You go Anthea! Jinx could make you so happy, I’m totally sure of it. (Also, I wonder how Anthea will react when she finds out who Jinx really is because of anyone can find out, it’s Anthea for sure.) 

The marvelous @wakingthewindstorm tagged me, so I must obey.  I’ve got go post the last line I wrote, so it’s got to be from last night’s update of Magicae Argentea:

Some tasted much, much worse…

Feel free to guess who said it  ;-)