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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Lestrade x reader - a little confidence

Walking up the stairs, you kicked the door to the flat open and everybody inside turned to look at you as you leant against the doorway, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Took your time getting here.”

You said nothing and you stepped aside so Mrs Hudson could come in.

“(Y/N) how many times do I have to tell you, helmet off inside.” She scolded.

“I’ll be quick, what you want?” You asked.

“You got the text.”

You grumbled pulled one of your gloves off, reaching into your pocket your tossed the packet of cigarettes at Sherlock.

“Don’t give him them!” John scolded.

“Means he stops pestering me.” You shrugged.

You pulled your glove back on and looked around the room, walking over to Mycroft you leant forward and flicked his forehead making him roll his eyes.

Then you walked over and did the same thing to Sherlock.

“Who’s this stiff?” You asked John.

“Greg Lestrade, works for Scotland Yard.”

You nodded your head a little bit and looked him up and down from under the visor of your helmet and turned back to Sherlock.

“Stop texting me.”

“Stop ignoring me.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him and you made your way back to the door.

“Later!”

You jogged back down the stairs and they heard you revving your bike outside before you sped away.

“Who the hell was that?” Lestrade asked.

“That would be their sister, Sherlocks twin in fact.” Mrs Hudson smiled.

“Didn’t know you had a sister.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know.” Mycroft said.

The moment you left the flat you could feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, letting you know Sherlock was demanding you do something else.

So you chose to ignore it, and you went back to what you were doing.

For the next week you carried on ignoring your brother up until the point he came by your flat just as you were about to leave.

“What Sherlock?” You snapped.

“You know what this is.”

He held out a phone and you took it, turning around on your motorbike, you resting your back against the handles and a foot on the seat.

“Yeah I know what this is why.”

“I know you know, I want you to take me there.”

You handed the photo back to your twin, and you sighed a little bit.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re heading there now, and we can’t get in without you. And whatever this is, it’s linked to our case and we can only find it there.”

“Sherlock is trying to nicely ask if you would please take us to the scrapyard you go to so we can have a look for ourselves.”

You looked at John and you shrugged a little bit, picking your helmet off the floor.

“Yeah okay. But you two owe me one, and I’ll be cashing it in at some point. Plus you can’t get in Sherlock but John can, people just don’t like you.”

You gestured for Sherlock to get on your friends bike and for John to get on yours and you gave him the spare helmet sitting nearby.

Heading to the scrapyard, you noticed Lestrade was waiting for you three, and you gestured for him to follow you around the corner where you stopped your bike.

You gestured to the large wall of junk.

“Have fun, don’t talk to anyone and don’t snoop.” You said.

“Wait, wait, you can’t just leave us here.” John protested.

“Why not?” You asked.

“John you’re looking for empathy in the wrong person. She has a better understanding of human emotions, but anything other than anger and you’re not going to get far.” Sherlock said.

“I swear to god I will break your nose again Sherlock.”

He shrugged a little and went quiet as he inspected the wall with John and Lestrade awkwardly looked around the scrapyard.

You heard some bikes coming closer, and you reached out, grabbing his jacket you pulled him back without looking up from your phone and they went speeding past.

“Blood hell!” He yelled.

You let him go.

“Don’t go standing in the middle of the track then.”

“Is this even legal?” He asked.

“Private land, so yeah.”

“Who owns then?”

You pulled something up on your phone and handed it over to him.

“I do.”

Lestrade inspected the documents and he handed the phone back to you.

“You still have to abide by traffic laws.”

“Not on land owned by me I don’t.”

You went back to scrolling through your phone and Lestrade crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at you.

Clad in jeans, boots, leather jacket, gloves and helmet.

There was absolutely no way he could pick a single identifying point about you, you just hid yourself away from the world behind your helmet.

“Who’s got access to the yard?” Sherlock asked.

“Bunch of people, go to the office at the front if you want anything I’m not your receptionist.”

With that you got on your bike and sped away, and that was the last they saw if you for the day.

Though Lestrade did start seeing more off you either at the flat or out and about.

And today was no different, you were sitting by a curb and he happened to be walking past so he stopped and looked at her.

“Hello (Y/N).” He smiled.

You put your phone away and looked at him, still wearing your helmet.

“Lestrade.” You greeted.

“I haven’t seen you around the flat for a while, did you and Sherlock fall out or?”

“I’m just ignoring him to be honest.” You shrugged.

Lestrade laughed a little and stepped back as you got off your bike and took they keys out and stuffed them into your pocket.

“Why you out this way?” You asked.

He held up a paper bag.

“Best coffee in the area. What about you? Thought you lived at the scrapyard.”

You hummed a little and shook your head.

“I don’t, but I’m only here cause damn bike broke down, waiting for someone to bring some stuff to fix it.”

“Well I can wait with you if you’d like, this isn’t really a great place to be broken down in.”

“Don’t you have places to be?”

He shook his head.

“Day odd actually, so I don’t.”

You shrugged a little and gestured to the coffee shop he just came out off and you both walked inside and you ordered a drink then sat down.

Lestrade sat down opposite you, and you pulled your gloves off, setting them aside then you pulled you helmet off and set that aside too.

Glancing at your bike, you picked up a menu and read through debating on something to eat.

“Keep staring, maybe it’ll make it less creepy.” You said.

He quickly looked away.

“Sorry..”

You smirked a little bit and set the menu down, leaning back as you folded your arms over your chest.

“Expect me to look like some monster?” You asked.

“N..no..” he mumbled.

You smirked a little more.

“Are you embarrassed detective?”

“No…”

He looked at you but quickly looked away once more.

You thanked the man that brought your coffee over, and you glanced at you bike to check on it.

“So, Lestrade, if it’s your day off, why come all this way for coffee?”

“I was avoiding your brother too and he knows where I live.”

“First mistake, never let Sherlock Holmes know where you live.”

“He knows where you live.”

“He knows where I keep bike and my tools and all, not where I live, Mycroft keeps that hidden for me.”

Lestrade looked at you.

“So you have two flats?

“Yup, pretty handy actually.”

“And you just happen to have two flats?”

“Mycroft went into government work, Sherlock solves cases to pass time, I own a series of houses and business across the city.”

“How did you manage that?”

“We come from a wealthy family and I wanted to expand my money and spend life actually having fun unlike my stuck up brothers.”

Lestrade smiled and chucked a little bit, nodding his head.

“Doesn’t it keep you busy?”

“Nah, just hire a few people to handle everything, I only come in when there’s real big issues.”

Lestrade nodded again.

“Didn’t think you would be a landlord and business person.”

“You think I got my money from crime?”

“No.”

You hummed a little, nodding your head as you sipped at your coffee.

“Go on, tell me what you found when you searched my name in your system.”

“How did you..?”

“Mycroft.”

“Of course. I didn’t find much, a few DUIs, and something about vandalism?”

“Oh yeah I smashed up one of my bars because I wanted to redo it. The person that rents it didn’t like and it tried to have me done for forgetting I own the place.”

Lestrade nodded his head a little and you leant back in your seat again.

You and Lestrade continued to talk until your friends arrived and you left.

And you began to see him more often, usually by accident, but sometimes he would come just to talk to you.

And since you enjoyed making him embarrassed, you had no issue with this.

It had become a game to you at this point, see how embarrassed you could make Lestrade before the pair of you parted ways.

It was like clockwork for you now, but you had been busy for a few weeks now and hadn’t seen him.

You were working on your bike and you were sitting on the floor when you heard someone approaching.

“Thought you were avoiding me.”

You looked up and pushed yourself from the ground, wiping your hands on your jeans.

“I’ve been busy, what’s up?”

Lestrade sighed a little bit and you gestured for him to sit on the step while you leant against the wall next to him.

“Divorce finally went through a few weeks ago.”

You nodded your head.

“At least you can put yourself out there again you know? Find someone better and all that.”

“I don’t know if I want to.”

“You don’t have to, completely your choice what you do, but the way I see it is make the most of this.”

Lestrade looked at you before looking away.

“Look Greg, at the end of the day you can sit and mope around about it, or you can start meeting people, getting a feel for things. No one says you got to date them, but you’ve basically been single for like a year now, just get back into the swing of things. Get a feel for what kinda person you’d date and crap like that.”

Lestrade nodded a little.

“I understand what you’re saying, I guess… I wouldn’t know where to start.”

You grinned a little and clasped your hand on his shoulder.

“Shove some drinks down you and you’ll be right as rain.”

He laughed and shook his head as he looked up at you.

“That’s your solution for everything.”

“I have issues.”

He smiled a little bit and you looked at him.

“What is it?”

“What if there is a women I’d like to be involved with but not sure how she would take the news?”

You hummed a little and took a small breath.

“Yeah that ain’t my thing, ask him.”

You whistled to get the attention of the biker that just pulled up and you waved him over.

“Ry is this Greg, he needs relationship advice and I suck at that so like help him.”

With that you walked away back to your bike, to carry on fixing it.

When you were done, you put everything back in the tool box and you poured some water some the bottle and wiped them on your shirt to clean them.

Pushing your bike next to the other, you walked back over and grabbed your tool box, setting it by the stairs and both men went quiet and looked at you.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’ll take this up I need to grab something anyway.” Ry said.

You shrugged and tossed him the flat key and you leant against the wall as you took your phone out your pocket.

You stood there quietly for a few minutes and Lestrade stood up, so you put your phone in your pocket and looked at him.

“Leaving?”

“Something else actually.”

You looked at him, and he just looked away with a small huff.

Smirking a little, you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down to be eye level with you.

“W..what are you doing..?”

“What you’re apparently to chicken shit to do.”

You leant forward and connected your lips with his before you pulled away and left him go, putting your hand on his chest to pushing him back a step.

“Seriously Greg, you need to just be confident for once.”

“I.. how..?”

“Ry texted me when he went upstairs.”

Lestrade nodded a little and he took a step back over, taking your face between his hands he kissed you again.

Then he pulled away.

“Is that confident enough?”

“Try again.” You smirked.

He smiled a little and leant down again to kiss you, and you placed your hand on the back of his head to hold him there before a little longer before you let him move away.

“So… do you want to get something to eat..?” He asked nervously.

“And there goes all that confidence.”

He huffed a little and looked away and you smirked at him.

“Go on, lead the way.”

He grinned and began to walk and you picking up your jacket, tossing it on as you walked along side of him with a little smirk on your face

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mindful-of-ideas · 1 year

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“I can’t believe I let you drag me into this!” you said.

“Drag you into this? It’s Christmas dinner,” Greg answered.

“Yeah, Christmas dinner is like important very important for some people.”

“Oh, not them, don’t worry about that.”

“And what if they don’t like what I got them!”

“You got them presents! Y/N, you shouldn’t have, you barely know them.”

“Sherlock just saved my life, getting him a present is the least I can do,” you replied, “And I got one for you and Molly, of course, and for Ms. Hudson, and one for Mycroft.”

“You… how did you end up getting one for Mycroft?”

“I don’t know, you talked so much about him and I just came across something that felt right and…”

“And you bought it, right. You know you didn’t need to do all that? They’ll be happy just to know you came.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Can we just change the subject please, now I’m just even more stressed.”

Greg wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you turned onto Baker Street. He grabbed the bag you were carrying, now understanding it was filled with presents. He pull you as close as he could.

Greg and you had been friends since forever. You grew up in the same small town, on the same street, and nothing could stop you from becoming friends even if you were a few years younger than him. It all started that summer when you crashed your bike right in front of his house as he was going out. You were 5 and 8 years old. As soon as he saw you on the ground, he came running to help and took you inside so that his mom could look at your wounds. You then spent the whole summer playing together. When school started, he stood up for you anytime you were getting bullied. The fact that, even if you had skipped a year, you were still too advanced for your class didn’t help with the bullying… and didn’t help with making friends. But it didn’t matter to Greg. He stuck by your side and so did you.

You briefly had to part ways when you went to university, him wanting to become a police inspector and you leaning more towards history. But you never spent too long apart and ultimately you had decided to continue your studies in history of crime. Which is how you met Sherlock, or more how he ended up saving.

See, sometimes, even the brightest private detective out there needs a little help. Especially with something as specific as a group of criminals who are copying the actions of past gangs and cults. So Greg called you thinking your expertise could help and hopefully you could work along with Sherlock to catch the criminals as soon as possible. And you did help in the end because by helping Sherlock, the criminals freaked out and captured you, a misstep which lead Sherlock to catch them. And save you. That’s why you were now standing in front of 221B Baker Street.

“You’ll be great,” Greg said, opening the door.

A flyer left in it said to just come up, so just like that, we set foot in the infamous 221B Baker Street. As soon as you got in the flat, you noticed how cozy it was. You had never been here, always meeting Sherlock with Lestrade at Scotland Yard. But there was something about this cluttered open space that made you feel right at home. You went around, saying hi to everyone, perhaps spending a little more time with people you already know. It was way easier to chat with Molly than with John if you were being honest. But you got trapped talking to the both of them as they were the only ones taking care of dinner.

“How about you let Greg and me finish this?” you asked, looking at Molly.

“Are you sure?” said John, “We don’t mind taking care of it, at least I don’t. Molly?”

“Oh, no of course I don’t mind.”

But you knew better. You once ate dinner at Molly’s flat and well, it would be more accurate to say you tried to eat what you thought was dinner at Molly’s flat.

“I really don’t mind, I actually like cooking,” you added.

“I could use a short break,” said Molly, thanking you with her eyes.

“Alright then!” said John, starting to explain what they had started.

And it was a disaster. But luckily for everyone, you were half decent in the kitchen and you had good hopes of turning this dinner around.

“Avoiding me?” Greg asked coming up behind you.

“You? Never, it’s just a lot of new people all at once.”

“I’m teasing you, it’s okay. So? What do I do?” he said clapping his hands.

If you were a decent cook, Greg was an excellent one. But he would never admit that in front of anyone, especially not Sherlock.

“You could take charge,” you said.

“You got this, I’m sure.”

“I could ask someone else for help too then. Mycroft maybe?”

“No, shut… alright we do this together.”

It was your turn to tease Greg. You didn’t know exactly what was going on between him and Mycroft, or even if there was a ‘between’ to talk about, but there was something. You couldn’t say for sure it was love since the last time Greg had a girlfriend, or any significant other, was when he was at uni, aka the only time you were apart. Still, you could tell something was going on, and the idea of calling Mycroft over just to mess with Greg was tempting, and you could always argue that you were trying to make more friends. But you didn’t even need to do anything.

“Trying to hide from the party?” Mycroft asked, sitting at the table behind you.

“No,” you said, “just trying to help out.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that, don’t worry… Y/N, right?”

“Yes,” you said, going back to your work.

“Not much of a talker,” he said, now seemingly talking to Greg.

You looked down. You didn’t know Mycroft well enough to tell if he was being snarky or just didn’t have any filter. I mean, you knew Mycroft, but from Greg’s perspective, from what he chose to tell you about him.

“Guess not,” he finally said.

You bit your lip and your grip strengthen on the knife you were holding. You were trying to find something to say but it felt like your head was spinning. You closed your eyes, but someone grabbed your hand before you could say anything.

“Y/N?” said Greg.

You took a deep breath.

“Y/N? Are you okay,” he said, now whispering, “He’s being an asshole because he doesn’t know you but I’ll tell him off if you want me to.”

“It’s fine, I-”

“Mycroft, if you are scaring Y/N away and making them feel bad, I’m kicking you out,” said Sherlock, coming from the living room.

He put down a dirty plate, which was probably used for an appetizer, in the sink. He cocked his head trying to look at you, but you swiftly turned the other side. You could see Mycroft roll his eyes out of the corner of your eye.

“I’m asking questions,” said Mycroft.

“You are being rude,” answered his brother.

As the two of them kept arguing, you stood closer the Greg.

“Don’t get mad at him, but can you just change the subject… like can it not be about me being shy…” you whispered to him.

After a moment, Sherlock either gave up or won, because he went back to the living room. Greg cleared his throat.

“Well, you know what this reminds me of?”

“No,” said Mycroft.

“Y/N and their brother,” Greg said.

“How come?” Mycroft asked.

“Lots of fighting!”

You punch Greg gently, knowing he would understand that this was you thanking him.

“Spoken like a true only child,” you said, “Siblings fight all the time. And I still love my brother.”

“So do I, Y/N, don’t get that wrong,” said Mycroft.

“I didn’t say that,” you said, again feeling like he was accusing you.

“So don’t go around hurting him.”

“Mycroft come on Y/N would never!” Greg said, taking a step forward, blocking you with his body, “You don’t get to treat people like that, they even got you a present, show some respect for fuck sake!”

You softly grabbed the back of Greg’s jacket. Everyone here were adults, there was no reason to act like Mycroft was some bully on the playground. You looked up, crossing Mycroft’s eyes for the first time. His gaze was so cold, it was like he was trying to read your mind just by staring at you. Without even noticing, you were now fully gripping Greg’s jacket.

“Were the one cooking, don’t forget so either you ap-”

But Greg couldn’t finish his sentence.

“I tend to be overprotective of my little brother,” said Mycroft, cutting him off, “Just like Lestrade seems to be overprotective of you.

“It’s fine,” you said.

“No, it’s not. I’ll admit, I’m not good at making friends but this clearly was wrong. I’m sorry Y/N.”

“I’m not much better at making friends,” you admitted, “Maybe we could try again?”

“I’d very much like that,” said Mycroft, “If Lestrade let you…”

“I…I’m not…” he tried to say, definitely troubled by what just happened.

“They make their own decisions,” he finally said, and then, turning to you, “That was weird and quick, you’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, Greg. Don’t worry too much about me, please.”

He pulled you towards him and kissed the top of your head.

“So, what are you two doing here,” said Mycroft, wanting to start the whole conversation over.

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Not long after, dinner was ready. Greg and you went around with plates that wouldn’t fit on the table and waited for everyone to be served before sitting down. Once everyone had eaten at least one plate, people started sharing gifts. It was all a bit chaotic, but that’s what made it fun. You gave Mycroft his gift and he seemed happy enough. Surprisingly, he also had one for you. You unwrapped it, dubious, but curious nonetheless. As soon as you saw what it was, you turned to show Greg. How could Mycroft give you our favourite childhood book, but not only that, the exact same edition that you’ve been trying to find for years now? Greg just shrugged. For the first time of the night, you turned to Mycroft smiling, as you thanked him.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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Greg Lestrade Masterlist

Greg Lestrade x Reader:

Commited!Series:

The Longest Time - Greg has wanted you for the longest time.

You - You and Greg sneak a moment after spending some time apart.

Secrets - Greg doesn’t want to be a secret any longer.

Drunk Dial - Greg drunk dials your ex-husband after the Christmas Party

Crossing Lines - Your ex-husband shows up at Greg’s apartment.

Ten Minutes - Greg intends to make the most of his time with you.

Ready - You admit your feelings to Greg.

Love - Greg wants you.

Mystrade:

Cotton Candy - Greg remembers everything.

For The Love of Books

Untethered - Talking would ruin everything.

The Waiting Game - Greg is willing to wait as long as Mycroft needs.

Masquarade - Prompt: Mystrade - Circus AU & Forgotten First Meeting - Mycroft may have forgotten meeting Greg the first time around, but he's never forgotten that night.

Meet Me In The Library - A prequel to Masquerade

Look After You - Mycroft comes home to find out that Greg has been struggling.

The Last Dance - Prompt: Mystrade; Dance AU & Twenty-Four Hours to Live - Greg fulfills Mycroft's final wish.

Scars - Prompts: Kissing a scar and Mystrade

Beautiful - Mycroft almost believes Gregory when he tells him he's beautiful -(NSFW)

Echoes - Old memories surface when Greg finds Sherlock on his doorstep.

The Fall - It started with roving hands and sensual kisses... (NSFW)

Enough - Greg and Mycroft discuss the real reason he didn't attend John and Mary's wedding.

Complete - Prompt: “You’re shaking.” Mystrade -Mycroft returns home to find Gregory waiting for him.

Bruised - Prompt: Mystrade; Historical AU & Bathtub Fic - Greg returns from battle.

In The Dark - It is the darkness that gets Mycroft thinking...

Solace - Gregory takes a minute of solace in Mycroft.

NSFW - Alphabet - An A-Z of naughty Mystrade. (NSFW)

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

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jarrows · 2 months

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Ah, Lestrade. I've always had a bit of a soft spot for him, and it only got bigger with the recent reread.

#his bitchfests with holmes are just always so entertaining lol #sherlock holmes #lestrade #got a couple requests to see lestrade's office so i went back and cleaned up my sketch a little bit #not totally happy with it since it didn't end up looking as cramped as i really envision it #i mean hes a neat guy so i imagine he takes care of his space its just that (in my mind) hes dealing with an awkward layout and no budget #also he gets a nice fashion forward cut to his suits bc watson so consistently describes him as dapper #which is just about the only nice descriptor watson throws his way lol

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lilmoonbunny · 5 months

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First Kisses; BBC Sherlock

Includes: Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Lestrade, and Moriarty.

Sherlock:

It wasn’t rare for Sherlock to come out with the strangest things, but there were times when his requests were so unexpected that one would choke.

“I need to test out a theory,” Sherlock broke the silence between himself and Y/N one day.

“…Okay?” Y/N replied simply, preparing to tell Sherlock that he can’t put a head in the microwave again.

“I require your help.”

That was odd, he rarely ever trusted someone else to help him with an experiment, not even John.

With a raised eyebrow, she responded. “How so?”

“You need to kiss me.” Whilst his words were as blunt as always, Y/N couldn’t help the way that she choked in surprise, all whilst he rolled his eyes. “It is not that serious, Y/N. I simply need to see if it solves these thoughts.”

“These thoughts?” Came her confused response, watching him as he walked towards her seat on the chair opposite him.

“That is what I said, yes. Do keep up.”

Rolling her own eyes, she stared up at the detective who had an impatient look on his face.

“I mean, okay? If that’s what you want.” He smirked slightly at her attempt to seem nonchalant at his request; he didn’t expect her to actually do it.

“I just need to see if t-“He began speaking, only to have his sentence cut short by her lips pressing against his own.

Sherlock’s eyes widened as her hand gently gripped his cheek as kissed him. He was frozen in place, heart racing, and chest heaving once she pulled away.

“Did that help?” She asked, looking up at the startled and silent man as she seated herself back where she was previously. She waited for a few more moments to see if he would respond before giving up. “Anyway, I need to get going. Tell John I said hello whenever he returns.” Y/N said as she reached the door, Sherlock still frozen in place, at least, until the door clicked, and he snapped out of his haze.

“Hey, Y/N, wait!”

John:

Despite his initial dislike for the youngest Holmes sibling, John couldn’t deny the feelings that he had grown for Y/N Holmes over the past few months. It was obvious to everyone besides the woman herself who was, unlike her brothers, oblivious to any and every sign of affection towards her.

It was just the two of them in 221B going through the latest case files whilst Sherlock attended a crime scene. He had originally asked John to accompany him, but the man refused after realising that Y/N was remaining at the flat, something at which Sherlock simply rolled his eyes, having already deduced his friends crush on his sister long before he even knew himself.

It was a trickier case than usual, hence why Sherlock had to return to the crime scene, leaving John and Y/N to search through mountains of files looking for one specific word.

“This would be so much easier if these files were all on a computer.” Y/N yawned, flipping the page over to the other side, John doing the same.

“Agreed.”

“Wait, this might be what we’re looking for!” The woman shot up onto her feet in excitement, turning the paper towards John and pointing at what she was looking at with a smile which was soon returned as he agreed.

In excitement, Y/N’s arms wrapped around John, and she pulled him in for a hug, only to pull away once she realised what she had done.

“I’m so sor-“ she began, only to be silenced by John wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into him for a moment, lips pressed against each other.

“Finally,” a deep voice sounded from the doorway, making the pair pull back away from each other in both shock and embarrassment. “Now if you two lovebirds are quite finished, what have you found?”

Lestrade:

It was odd for Greg to enjoy working with Sherlock.

Whilst he didn’t mind John’s company, Sherlock was an absolute nightmare, but their friend on the other hand, Y/N, she was wonderful and Lestrade could not get enough of her.

She was everything that Sherlock wasn’t. Kind, sweet, funny, genuine, and it came as no shock to him, or anyone else for that matter, when he began developing feelings for her. However, despite how obviously reciprocated his feelings were, the man refused to believe that she could ever like him back, even after Sherlock himself told him that she likes him too.

The two had become fast friends, having clicked as soon as they met, and a friendship with Lestrade meant coffee. All the time. Coffee was his favourite time of the day, especially if there were doughnuts involved.

“Your coffee is in the kitchen.” Y/N called as Greg let himself into her apartment, a common occurrence amongst the two, and he shot her a thumbs-up as he passed her to grab his drink.

“Thank you very much.” He grinned, taking a seat beside her on the sofa and turning his attention to the football for a moment. He knew she had no interest in the game, so why she had agreed to watch it with him, he didn’t know.

“It’s no problem, Greggy.” She teased him with the new nickname, one that always earned a blush from the older man.

“Do you have to call me that?” He muttered, both his cheeks and ears tinted red in embarrassment.

“Yep!” She smiled, pinching his cheek as he continued to stare at her, or, more specifically, her lips as she licked them.

He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he couldn’t resist. He leaned over, his hand resting on top of hers, and pressed his lips against hers, something which she gladly reciprocated.

In his panic, he abruptly pulled back before registering that she had returned his kiss and began rushing out apologies.

“I’m so so sorry, oh my God, I should definitely not have done that. I am so sorry!” He rambled, previous blush darkening as she pushed himself to the other side of the sofa, disgusted with himself.

“Greg.”

“If you don’t ever want to talk to me again, I get i-“

“Greg.” Y/N repeated his name to try and catch his attention.

“I’m just so-“

Sick of his unnecessary apologies, the woman reached out to grasp the fabric of Lestrade’s shirt, pulling his lips back onto hers, her other hand landing on his shoulder.

“There’s no need to apologise.” She whispered against his lips as she pulled back. “I wanted that.”

Greg, too confused and happy to even register what she was saying, just listened to his brain go oh!

Mycroft:

Mycroft Holmes had two soft spots, his brother and Y/N, the latter being one that he was unwilling to admit to himself, let alone anybody else.

“Morning, Mycroft,” Y/N greeted him as he entered the café, one which he was a regular at; only for her, of course, but she could never know that.

“Good morning, Y/N,” came his simple response as she brought him his usually coffee, having already anticipated his arrival; he was nothing if not punctual, after all.

Neither of you knew how your friendship had evolved into him driving you home once you finished work, but there was never a single complaint heard about it. The moment you ended up at his home, however, that was when something shifted.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, just… odd. Having never been this close to someone besides his younger brother, Mycroft wasn’t entirely sure how to act, especially when the tension in the room reached its peak and your lips ended up pressed up against the others.

It was awkward, as to be expected considering that the older Holmes had never kissed anybody before. However, the awkwardness had its own charm about it, especially when he pulled away with flushed cheeks and immediately changed the subject, ignoring what had just happened for his own peace of mind.

“Should we like, I don’t know, talk about it?” You asked him the next time he entered the café, watching him closely for any sort of reaction.

“Talk about what? Nothing weird has happened recently, nothing at all. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Mycroft rushed out, desperately praying that you were oblivious to the shade of pink that now covered his cheeks.

He had no idea how it even happened, it just… did. Myrcroft was never one for affection, or even friendships, so he didn’t know why he kissed you and even worse for him, he didn’t know why he wanted to do it again.

“If you say so,” you chuckled at his embarrassed demeanour. “Either way, I finish in an hour if you like, wanted to go for dinner or something.”

Maybe he would wait around an hour, not for any specific reason. After all, nothing weird had happened.

Moriarty:

For as long as they had worked together, Y/N and Jim had always flirted with each other.

It started off small, almost unrecognisable, but gradually grew into full-blown flirtations with invitations that were never accepted. Co-workers turned into friends, and a friendship turned into longing, it was just how the cookie crumbled.

The two stared across at one another, Y/N pushing a plate of food in front of the criminal. “Eat it, or I’ll shove it down your throat, do not test me.” She warned, although there no malice in her voice; she just wanted him to eat something for the first time in a few days.

“Do I have to?” He pouted like a young child, earning a giggle from Y/N.

“Yes!” She laughed, leaning in closer. “Or I’ll force feed you it.”

“With your mouth, I hope.”

A blush dusted the woman’s cheeks as an idea formed in her mind, one which would solve many problems, including his refusal to eat.

As she leaned in closer, Moriarty couldn’t resist the joke falling from his lips. “Ohh, are we about to kiss right now?” His words were teasing, he didn’t actually expect her to do so, but as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, he couldn’t stop his eyes from widening.

Despite his initial shock, he was quick to respond to the kiss, his hands moving to cup her cheeks and pull her closer into him, deepening the kiss whilst one of Y/N’s hands moved to his shoulder and the other to his neck.

“I suppose we are,” were the only words spoken with a cheeky smile before she pulled him back in for a kiss to shut him up.

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barachiki · 16 days

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Looking sharp in the 70s.

#Sherlock #BBC Sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #John Watson #Lestrade #Mycroft #70s fashion #just imagine John is standing on a box #barachiki brand new #I was going through some fashions of yesteryear #and I really thoughth this one was funny #edit: fixed Mycroft's giant head.

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lillybean730 · 4 months

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"That evening… …Iris prepared us all a meal that was even more delicious than usual… …Mr Sholmes's violin performance was in no way meddlesome… …and Gina, as we came to call her, taught us all how to steal things from one another without being noticed. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves…well into the night."

ive been working on this even before i finished 1-5 because the image this line invoked was just so lovely i couldnt not draw it :p

image description in alt text (let me know if its bad im not used to writing them)

#my art #tgaa #dgs #the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #gina lestrade #iris wilson #iris watson #susato mikotoba #mikotoba susato #ryunosuke naruhodo #naruhodo ryunosuke #wagahai tgaa #herlock sholmes #sherlock holmes tgaa #ok i think that covers them all #i didnt draw the meal mentioned in the quote bc i imagine they finished eating before sholmes started playing #and also i didnt feel like drawing that lol

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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 2 years

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𝐅𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Sherlock and Y/N have always teased each other relentlessly, claiming one was fixated on the other. One day while on a case, they realize that their banter holds a ring of truth. Fluff!!!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Anonymous

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"Sherlock, its my day off. Explain to me what I'm doing at Barts." Lestrade checked his watch and sighed. "I've already missed the game's first half! This had better be good."

Sherlock sat hunched over his microscope. "It's important," he said, eyeing his work. "It's about your bank robbery, actually. There were palm prints left behind that can be traced back to the suspects."

Lestrade perked up. "You've got a match, then? That's great! I'll send out the cavalry."

"Don't be absurd," Sherlock scoffed. "The results are still processing. We'll know in a few hours."

"I don't understand. Why am I here, then?"

Sherlock peered up innocently. "You told me to keep you updated."

"Bloody hell, you should have texted me!" Lestrade cried, throwing his hands up in the air. "I had to take a cab straight from the other end of the city! Now you're telling me to wait here, twiddling my thumbs while you work?"

Sherlock blinked up at the detective inspector. "My apologies," he said, turning back to his work table.

Lestrade's hands were itching to wring Sherlock's neck when Y/N walked through the lab doors. Her shoes clicked against the linoleum flooring; she was clearly in a rush. "I'm here!" she called, nearly crashing into a rack of instruments.

"About time," Sherlock sing-songed.

Lestrade stared after her curiously. "I thought you'd sit this one out. Didn't seem like Sherlock here needed any help. He even let John off his leash today. I figured I was the only one he suckered into coming in."

"I called, she came," Sherlock cut in. "Perks of having an ardent fan. She's infatuated with me, you know."

Y/N raised a brow, amused. "I know you're desperate for my attention, Sherlock, but let's take it down a notch, alright?" She turned to Lestrade and shrugged. "He called, I came."

Sherlock grinned.

Lestrade glanced at the two of them, unimpressed. Since he'd know the pair, they had always maintained the running joke that one was fixated with the other. Though it had started off as friendly banter, everyone was convinced that there were hidden affections beneath the snark of their words.

"I'm glad you're here at any rate," Lestrade said. "I've got the media breathing down my neck because of these blasted robberies. Maybe you can help him speed things up." He glared at Sherlock on the last bit.

Y/N nodded. "I can try, but I'm not sure if there's much I can do. You know that Holmes is the expert in these matters. He'll figure it out soon enough."

Sherlock smirked. "How very confident you are in my abilities. Though I would advise caution on your part." He lowered his voice to a teasing whisper. "Your obsession is showing."

Y/N feigned exhaustion. "Just as delusional as ever," she sighed. "Now, are you going to sit there grinning at me like a lovesick schoolboy or are you going to solve the case?"

"Right then," he chuckled.

Lestrade darted his eyes between the pair, taken aback for a moment by their unabashed flirting. He rubbed a hand over his temples, annoyed that he had missed the football match for this.

"It's in for a penny, in for a pound with you lot isn't it?" He sighed, glancing at his watch.

"Oh, do lighten up, Inspector," Sherlock said cheerily. "Miss Y/N is simply enraptured by my intellectual prowess. We can't hold that against her."

"Don't you start!" she laughed. "Everybody knows that you're the one who's hopelessly in love with me. You might as well admit to it!"

Sherlock leaned back in his seat. He quirked a brow and studied Y/N. His eyes glinted playfully. "Very well then," he said with confidence. "I'm in love with you."

The room was quiet for a moment. The only sound was the buzzing of the industrial lighting up above. Sherlock folded his hands together casually, awaiting Y/N's response.

"Well?" He asked, amused. "Has the cat got your tongue?"

Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You weren't supposed to say that."

"Say what?"

"That you love me."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't mean it."

Sherlock tilted his head to the side. "Don't I?"

"Oh for crying out loud!" Lestrade laughed. "You two idiots obviously fancy each other! Can we fast-forward the mock surprise and get on to better things?"

Y/N turned to Sherlock, grinning. "Is the detective inspector right?" she asked. "Do you really fancy me?"

Sherlock winked. "Against my better judgment, I can assure you."

She stepped towards his work table and pulled at the collar of his dress shirt. "I knew you would be the first to admit it. Sherlock Holmes, you're positively fixated on me, aren't you?"

He shrugged. "Guilty as charged. Now, what would you say to lunch? Granted, Bart's cafeteria food is mediocre at best, but I'm sure you'll be beset with thoughts of me anyway."

"You might be onto something there. Lead the way, Holmes."

Though nothing much had changed between them, the recognition of something already there lightened their steps to the door. Lestrade watched as the pair left the lab without so much as a goodbye, their eyes locked only on each other.

"In for a penny, in for a pound," Lestrade smiled. "That's how it is around here."

He relaxed against the counter and settled in for a long wait. He checked his watch; the game had ended. Lestrade let out a contented breath.

He didn't mind at all.

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epifaniax07 · 1 year

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Porque necesitaba una imagen de Sherlock y Mycroft tocando juntos.

#bbc sherlock #big brother mycroft #mycroft #mycroft holmes #mycroft imagine #sherlock fanart #sherlock holmes #sherlock imagine #holmes brothers #cello #mycroft plays cello #Sherlock plays violin #violin #mycroft holmesxgreg lestrade #mystrade

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forevers-world · 7 months

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Imagine attending Greg and Molly's wedding.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #i am sherlocked #sherlock fandom #sherlock imagine #sherlockbbc #sherlock fanfic #sherlock holmes #sherlock #molly hooper #greg lestrade #lestrolly #mollstrade #i love these two

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specialagentlokitty · 8 months

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Lestrade x Male!reader - the crime lover

Hey! Pretty please could you write about a meet cute between the reader and Lestrade, during the week leading up to Halloween so there are horror mazes and VR experiences, Halloween Parties and gatherings all over London. Lestrade gets a case at one of them and one of the witnesses is a Horror/true crime buff staff member (Reader) who catches his eye! Thanks in advance! Hope it’s the kinda request you were looking for - @the-imitation-blog 💜

Standing behind the desk, you flicked your gaze to the security cameras before looking back at the papers in front of you.

Walking to the other side of the office, you sat down on your desk as you looked through the updated contracts for the new adult only horror game sessions.

“Oi (Y/N).”

“Get lost Markus, busy.”

He scoffed a little bit and walked over, taking the papers from your hands.

“There’s some police here asking about video footage from a few days ago, you know relating to the murder from across the street.”

“Oh right, yeah send them in, also can you take those clues over to room four, they’ve been at it a while trying to escape and I feel kinda bad for them.”

Markus laughed and took the cards from your hands as he made his way back towards the door.

You turned back to what you were doing and heard the door open once again.

“I’m detective inspector Lestrade I’m here about the security footage.”

“Yeah, I’ll send Caroline in to show you, she knows how to do that.”

You pulled out your phone and texted said woman to come and help you, then sat in your chair as you began to make some notes on the contracts.

Lestrade glanced around the office, and he looked at you, watching you for a moment.

You were tall, dressed in some joggers and a baggy jumper, you looked pretty scrawny to him, probably similar to Sherlocks build in a way.

“What exactly do you do here?” He asked.

You looked up from your paperwork and you grinned a little at him.

“We offer a bit of everything, from escape rooms and VR experiences, to lectures on true crime from the past, and game nights revolving around them where the customers have to try and work together to figure out who really committed the crime.”

“Who runs those?”

You raised your hand and got up, heading to the other side of the room to get a drink, offering him a bottle of water which he took.

“I studied criminology in university, and I really enjoy reading and watching things about true crime. We only use case fifty or more years old however.”

Lestrade nodded his head and he looked around.

“Is there a possibility that somebody would try to recreate one of these events?” He asked.

You thought for a moment.

“Well, we do take the names and ID’s for everybody attending one of these sessions, and it’s strictly no photography or phones, you have to leave them with security. But I suppose if one of our customers were fascinated by one of the cases they could have taken it away for more research.”

“You let them take things?”

“No, no. We email out the tickets with the name of the event and what it would include, it’s part of the company policy so people can’t try to sue us for anything, they know what they’re getting into.”

Lestrade nodded his head, sitting opposite you when you sat down at your desk.

“We keep recordings and documents from all these events for up to three months, I can show you everything from that night if that helps you.”

“We’d have to look at everything you have from before then if that’s possible.”

You nodded your head.

“Of course, I have send it all over to you by the end of the day.”

“Thank you so much.”

You smiled at him and you carried on discussing the case with the detective, offering him all the information you possible could.

Lestrade realised that you were well versed in everything, you really were a fan of true crime because you were able to help him narrow down what events he needed to be looking for.

You have him your own alibi and proof as well, including what you could for the rest of the workers at the centre.

Caroline came inc and you let her take him through the footage while you carried on with your work.

But every so often when you walked past Lestrade would glance at you.

It wasn’t that he suspected you, they had already ruled out all of the workers, so he knew that it wasn’t you.

But your vast knowledge and your dedication to it all amazed him, and in a way he was captivated, curious and wanting to know more about you.

But once he had to footage he had to leave, and he was sure that was the last time he was going to see you.

Until that evening when you came by with a box in your hands and you set it on his desk, grinning from ear to ear at him.

You had changed from your jumper into a sleeveless hoodie, and Lestrade couldn’t help but eye up your biceps.

They were huge, considering you looked like a man without muscle he was impressed to say the least.

“I have a few more boxes for you, I’ll bring them in now.”

“Thank you so much.”

You grinned at him again and carried on bringing everything in.

“This is the last box, you can keep these until you’re ready to give them back we only keep them for reasons such as this.”

“You’ve been a huge help (Y/N), really.”

“If you need anymore help, just ask.”

Lestrade found himself talking before he thought it through.

“Maybe you can tell me more of what you know over a drink, like a coffee.” He blurted.

Laughing, you nodded your head.

“You’ve got my number, just let me know when and where.”

With that, Lestrade watched you leave, and he sat back down at his desk with his head in his hands.

He couldn’t believe he had just done that, especially while he was supposed to be working a case but something about you drew him in and he wanted to know more

#bbc Sherlock #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock lestrade #bbc Sherlock x you #Lestrade #Lestrade x reader #Lestrade x you #Lestrade imagine #Greg Lestrade #greg lestrade x reader #greg Lestrade x you #greg Lestrade imagine

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dathen · 7 months

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Thought too hard about Six Napoleons before going to bed last night and ended up having sherlock holmes dreams where among some batshit zombie storyline it was stated that Lestrade was 5’3”. I am accepting this as a vision of fact and now it is true to me.

#I dont like hc’ing characters as short to dunk on them but IMAGINE THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE WITH HOLMES #also this is only slightly below victorian average male height of 5’6’’#also this is how tall i am. idk how to feel about being Lestrade Height #would watson describe me as a ferret? i’m sure he’d have some rather unkind descriptors if i appeared in his stories #letters from watson

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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Meet Me In The Library: Mystrade

“Meet me in the library in five minutes.” Mycroft said softly to the man, leaning in close to him at the bar.

The stranger in the black and gold Venetian mask smiled, his teeth grazing his lower lip causing an erotic thrill to rush through Mycroft’s synapses. He watched as the other man drained the whiskey from the crystal glass before disappearing off into the crowd.

Five minutes should give them both the time to slip away unnoticed. He had expected tonight to be dull. These events always were, despite the opportunity for networking.

Mycroft glanced at his watch, supressing the impulse to follow him immediately. The restraint only added to the anticipation. It pulsed through his veins, an aphrodisiac driving up the tension. He was a patient man, but those five minutes seemed stretch like a universe in front of him. The moment the two of them had met, there had been a spark. It had hit him like a supernova, exploding outwards into the sky before drawing him back in.

This feeling, it was new to him.

A surprise.

He hadn’t had one of those in such a long time.

Five minutes were up and before he knew it he was opening the door to the library, his body flush with the heat that came with desire and yearning. His stranger was perched upon one of the plush velvet chairs in the far corner. In his large hands he clasped a copy of ‘The Time’ Machine’ by HG Wells.

“A good choice.” Mycroft complimented as he turned the key in the lock.

“It’s one of my favourites.” His stranger said, setting the leather-bound book down on the side table. “But we didn’t come here to talk about books.”

He rose to his feet as Mycroft leaned back against the door.

“No.” Mycroft murmured as the stranger took slow, deliberate steps towards him. “We didn’t.”

He paused in front of Mycroft. He reached out, cupping Mycroft’s cheek gently. His thumb skated along the line of his own silver mask before dipping down to his lips. He traced the shape delicately, causing Mycroft’s breath to hitch. There was a tenderness in the gesture that Mycroft hadn’t expected. He relished the sensation, no matter how fleeting it was.

“Can I kiss you?” the stranger whispered, his lips almost ghosting over Mycroft’s.

“Yes.” Mycroft murmured.

The kiss was soft, the barest pressure but it was everything.

A riptide of emotion assaulted his senses, passion, drama, romance.

He felt it all at once. His fingers threaded through silver hair, drawing his stranger closer, deeper. His tongue teasing the parting of those lips before he delved inside. Eager hands slipped under the lapels of his tuxedo, palms roaming over his chest through the fabric of his shirt. He moaned into the stranger’s mouth as his thumbs ghosted over his nipple. He arched at the sensation, grinding against the other man’s thigh. The friction against his cock made him feel delirious. His head tipped back as those hands roamed lower, teasing, and exploratory until they reached his belt buckle.

“May I?”

“Yes.” Mycroft uttered, hips arching as the stranger ran his hand over his cock before he dropped to his knees.

That deviant mouth wrapped around his cock, hot and wet. His tongue teased over the ridges as he sucked Mycroft even deeper into that moist cavern. Mycroft’s gripped his shoulder, squeezing it in warning. Firm hands gripped his hips, holding him in place against the door as the stranger took him even deeper. Mycroft cried out as he came, his fingers bunching the fabric of the suit jacket as the stranger swallowed. His knees felt weak, his heart racing in his chest as he sagged against the door, the sounds of his ragged breathing punctuating the room. For once his head was quiet, there was nothing but this moment and the sensation of feeling thoroughly debauched.

The door handle rattled suddenly, jolting the two of them apart. The stranger stood up a wicked smile on his face as the two of them stared at each other, listening to the person on the other side of the door.

“Can’t believe I left my glasses in there, where the hell did Diggle put the damn key.” The words were slurred, an evening of too much alcohol and not enough fortitude. Lord Mathison had always been that way. They listened to him stumble before his footsteps retreated down the corridor.

“Next time.” The stranger whispered into Mycroft’s ear as he turned the key in the lock. Mycroft moved away from the door tucking his shirt back into his trousers. Their eyes met again, brown on blue. Mycroft leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss on the other man’s lips.

“Next time.” He agreed, drawing away before he watched the stranger slip out of his life once more.

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