Um…. I wrote Martin Crieff/Greg Lestrade…
Local Flavor – Martin Crieff gets picked up at a bar by Greg Lestrade
This one is entirely RJ’s fault.
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Greg smiled at the ginger. “Come here often?”
Martin stammered at the dark eyed, silver haired man. “Me?”
“Yeah, you,” Greg looked him up and down. “Haven’t seen you here before.”
Martin picked up his drink and quickly chugged the rest. “I’m an airplane Captain. Just here on a layover.”
“Oh, a Captain?” Greg stepped closer, touching his arm.
Blushing furiously, Martin stood a little straighter. “Yes.”
“Well since you’re only here for the night, I could show you something of the local flavor.”
Martin stammered, looking around a moment before meeting his eyes. “I suppose so. I’m Martin.”
“Greg,” he smiled warmly. “My car’s right outside.”
Watching Greg walk towards the door, Martin took a breath. Well it was better than sleeping on the plane, since he’d lost his hotel room to Douglas. Again. He followed Greg to his car.
buneesi replied to your post “Help i’m being encouraged to write martin crieff/greg lestrade now >.<”
Did he double park the van nearby a crime scene?
Greg’s picking him up at a bar. Seems he lost his hotel room to Douglas….
Help i’m being encouraged to write martin crieff/greg lestrade now >.<
Just remember, the crieff/harkness was stitchy’s idea. I just ran with it.
I am amused that I now have the only explicit martin crieff/jack harkness fic on AO3.
This is all stitchlock’s fault. I wrote Martin Crieff/Jack Harkness:
Flyboy – When Martin Crieff gets a ride from Jack Harkness, he gets more than he bargained for.
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Jack grinned at the young man looking for a ride from the airport. A captain, by the looks of things, and maybe he’d had a rough day. Jack sauntered up to him. “Hello there, Captain.”
The young captain turned and blushed as he looked him over. “Er, hello.”
“Captain Jack Harkness, and who are you?” Jack gave one of his warmer grins, enjoying the way the man blushed harder. Gingers were fantastic for that.
“Captain Martin Crieff,” he shifted his bag. “You fly?”
“Oh I’ve been around the world a few times,” Jack winked. “Need a ride?”
Martin stammered and somehow got out a nod. Jack put a hand on his back and guided him to his car. Jack chatted easily as Martin gave him directions. They finally pulled up to his place. “Well this is my attic, have a good evening,” Martin started to get out.
Jack put a hand on his arm. “Sure you don’t want to invite me in?”
Martin stared at him a moment. “Would…you like to come up?”
Ended up writing bunnylock for the ao3 1 million celebration. Just smut.
A Bun in the Hand – John comes home from work and finds Sherlock ready for him.
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John came home from a long day at work, looking forward to dinner, tea and maybe some telly, assuming Sherlock didn’t have him running across half of London tonight. As he pushed open the door however, he was surprised to find the detective sound asleep on the couch. Snoring softly, his long ears hanging off the end of the couch, and his tail peeking out from under his shirt.
Smiling, John went to turn the kettle on. He heard Sherlock kick at the sound of it clicking on. Yawning, the taller man wandered into the kitchen, giving John a kiss and stroking one of his floppy ears.
“Have a nice nap?” asked John, bracing himself as he opened the fridge.
Sherlock shrugged and reached past him for a carrot lying next to what was possibly a heart. John didn’t feel like looking too close. “Guess I’ll order takeaway.”
“Mrs. Hudson said she had some extra,” said Sherlock, offering him the other half of the carrot.
John took a bite and handed it back, knowing Sherlock probably hadn’t bothered to eat today. “I’ll go down and get it in a minute.”
“Aren’t you warm in that jumper?” Sherlock tugged at the hem.
John closed the fridge and gave him a knowing look. “Sherlock.”
One of Sherlock’s ears twitched as he leaned down. “I’m not wearing any pants.”