Fic Rec: Dangerous Games by azriona
Title: Dangerous Games
Author: azriona
Pairing: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Length: 8,335
Rating: Mature (AO3)
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: June 1944. The Germans have won the war, and Mycroft is coming home.
Reccer's comments: In a humbled England, Mycroft still commands enough respect to return home from his war posting to work for the newly-established Nazi government. Suspiciously monitored by his handlers, he can barely muster enough chilly authority cover his own rear end, much less protect the people he loves, presuming he could find them. And presuming that finding them wouldn't destroy them all.
They stand just behind his seat, swaying with the easy grace of men accustomed to standing on rickety old trains, smoking cigarette after cigarette in an unending chain. The smoke muddles Mycroft’s aching head and makes it harder to think and that, more than the familiar countryside dotted with hand-painted German signs, is what disconcerts him. Mycroft has lost all sense of time, and in a way, it’s comforting. Perhaps it’s not a chain of cigarettes, but just the one, and the time taken to smoke it extends into infinity. Mycroft will always be on this train, shaking and swaying its slow way up to London. Mycroft has always been on this train, or at least it feels like he’s been traveling for a thousand years.
I adore post-war stories and stories about being gay and closeted under a despotic regime; this one ticks all the right boxes. Longing and loss, oppressive fear and secrecy, cat-and-mouse games with dangerous people, flashbacks to better times, bombed out rooms, broken photographs and broken marriages, the stiff upper lip and the breakdown moment, whispers of hope, a shadowy resistance movement. All tidied up in 8000 words, give or take. And given that it's azriona writing, it's very tidy indeed. Her occupied London is a cold, terrible and convincing place.
Author: azriona
Pairing: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Length: 8,335
Rating: Mature (AO3)
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: June 1944. The Germans have won the war, and Mycroft is coming home.
Reccer's comments: In a humbled England, Mycroft still commands enough respect to return home from his war posting to work for the newly-established Nazi government. Suspiciously monitored by his handlers, he can barely muster enough chilly authority cover his own rear end, much less protect the people he loves, presuming he could find them. And presuming that finding them wouldn't destroy them all.
They stand just behind his seat, swaying with the easy grace of men accustomed to standing on rickety old trains, smoking cigarette after cigarette in an unending chain. The smoke muddles Mycroft’s aching head and makes it harder to think and that, more than the familiar countryside dotted with hand-painted German signs, is what disconcerts him. Mycroft has lost all sense of time, and in a way, it’s comforting. Perhaps it’s not a chain of cigarettes, but just the one, and the time taken to smoke it extends into infinity. Mycroft will always be on this train, shaking and swaying its slow way up to London. Mycroft has always been on this train, or at least it feels like he’s been traveling for a thousand years.
I adore post-war stories and stories about being gay and closeted under a despotic regime; this one ticks all the right boxes. Longing and loss, oppressive fear and secrecy, cat-and-mouse games with dangerous people, flashbacks to better times, bombed out rooms, broken photographs and broken marriages, the stiff upper lip and the breakdown moment, whispers of hope, a shadowy resistance movement. All tidied up in 8000 words, give or take. And given that it's azriona writing, it's very tidy indeed. Her occupied London is a cold, terrible and convincing place.