This was written for the casestory Big Bang challenge.

Title: We Are NOT Going to Cardiff
Author(s): gloria_scott
Artist(s): sc_fossil (aka kat-byrd)
Fandom(s): Sherlock BBC | Wallander BBC
Type: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~16,700
Characters/Pairings: Lestrade/Wallander; Sherlock
Warnings/Spoilers: Explicit sex, rope bondage, BDSM scenes, murder
Summary: Wallander is visiting ( Read more... )

I commissioned some Lestrade/Wallander art from the lovely and talented geniusbee over on Tumblr. It sort of goes with an as-yet-unwritten Christmas fic idea that I have in which Lestrade gets Wallander opera tickets as a gift. So here's the four-panel comic that geniusbee came up with.


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( Orange Chicken -- Part II )

I.

Kurt Wallander hung up the phone and sat at his desk, staring blankly out the window at the bright and busy street below, the echo of Vanya’s angry voice still haunting his ears.

“All right, fine. Go on and suffer then - see if I care.”

He felt terrible for having put her off, and from her tone he suspected that she hadn’t entirely believed ( Read more... )

 
( You regret pulling out the photo album almost immediately. )

Scent. There shouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary about the way he smells. He’s showered this morning and used his own shampoo and deodorant and his usual shave cream, so no changes to note there.

Skin. Checking himself over in the mirror for bites, scratches, or other irritations, he finds no visible marks on his face or throat. He digs out ( Read more... )

He keeps having sudden sensory flashbacks as he drives from the airport back to Ystad - the heat of Greg’s body beneath him, the taste of his lips, the sound of his pleasure. The last thing Kurt wants to do is go home to an empty house, so he decides to go directly back to the office, hoping there will be something to do there to distract him. He ( Read more... )

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

( Greg wakes up to the room spinning around him. )

Greg jumps when the mobile on the table next to him buzzes, indicating a received text message. His heart continues to hammer as he reads the response to his invitation.

Come by around 8:00? - Kurt

That means he has an hour or so to kill. He spends the time calling Sergeant Donovan for a status update, checking his email messages, pacing the room ( Read more... )

He would have preferred the flavor of a local pub, but he doesn’t want to chance it. An Englishman wandering about Belfast, not knowing the lie of the land or the neighborhood he was in, still doesn’t sit well with Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade. Things had been quiet in Northern Ireland since September 11, 2001. Those IRA bastards were pros at ( Read more... )