Mycroft sees things other people can’t. Lights, spectres, shades, demons, phantasms, & creatures that no one else can see. Voices no one else can hear. Colours eddying around people’s bodies, visible only to his eyes. It isn't deduction for Mycroft; it's a living nightmare that leads to self-imposed isolation. When Sherlock "dies," Mycroft finds himself reaching out for a golden slice of happiness, just one person to call his own in a landscape of horrors. Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade 25,365 words
3.5 GR stars, rounded up for utter originality. I personally tend to prefer a more definitive answer re. whether a work featuring "magical realism" is actually supernatural (fantastical/ spiritual/ otherwordly, or paranormal/ extrasensory) or "just" an utterly unique form of subconscious synesthesia, but the imagery and emotion are so well done, that I couldn't round down. I can well believe that if Mycroft did have this gift/ curse, these are the choices he would make, and despite my sympathy while Greg was in the dark, they're good for each other overall, and the ending was as lovely as I was rooting for.