Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Greg Lestrade + Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Warnings: a tiny bit of alcohol consumption, mentions of violence and killing
Request: “One shot about reader’s first kiss with Lestrade?” - anonymous
Word Count: 1,726
A/N: first Lestrade one shot I think !! and tbh i write a lot about kissing for someone who’s never kissed before
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Sherlock raised his eyebrows as he looked between you and Lestrade. You ducked your head to avoid eye contact as Lestrade busied himself with the papers on his desk, before Sherlock finally rolled his eyes and leaned back further in his chair.
“Alright, spit it out.” Sherlock waved his hand and gave Lestrade a pointed look. “How long have you and y/n been dating?”
“Dating?” John looked up, pleasantly surprised. He smiled at you and Lestrade, the both of you now furiously blushing. “How have I not been told earlier?”
“They’re trying to be professional by keeping it a secret,” Sherlock explained, and you sighed. “But obviously, they’re not being very subtle. You can practically feel the tension in the air.”
“To everyone else, we are.” you clarified, shooting a Sherlock a look as he smirked. “No one else has caught on.”
“Well, everyone around here are idiots.” Sherlock shrugged, and you couldn’t help but smile. John shook his head, stepping deeper into the room.
“Alright, back to the topic.” he said, unable to contain his giddy smile. “So how long have you been dating?”
“That’s not the original topic, we’re trying to solve a case here-” Lestrade tried to interrupt, but you couldn’t help but smile at John’s excitement.
“Two weeks, I think?” you looked at Lestrade for confirmation, and he gave you a small smile and nodded. “We’re just taking it slow.”
“Of course.” John nodded, still grinning from ear to ear. He leaned closer to whisper, “I’ve always thought you and Greg would be good together.”
“Can we please get back to the case?” Lestrade piped up, exasperated, and Sherlock snickered at how uncomfortable Lestrade looked upon discussing relationships. “I really want to get this done by the end of the day.”
“Why, do you have something planned tonight with y/n?” Sherlock asked, and Lestrade glared at him as you and John chuckled.
“You’ve already solved it, haven’t you?” Lestrade looked at Sherlock, slightly annoyed, and Sherlock sat up straighter. The four of you were investigating a possible serial killer who seemed to be targeting patients in hospitals around England.
“Of course I have.” Sherlock deadpanned, and you suppressed a smile and sat in the seat next to Sherlock. John leaned over Sherlock’s shoulder as he typed something on his phone, before raising it to show you guys. Lestrade squinted to look at the tiny screen, reaching for his coat and pulling it on.
“You sure?” Lestrade looked at Sherlock, who rolled his eyes. Already storming out of the room, you could hear him yell, “I want three police cars at Saint Mary’s Hospital, and get ready to make an arrest!”
You rushed out of the room with Sherlock and John, smiling as you watched Lestrade hurry everyone to their cars. You tugged at Sherlock’s sleeve, and he looked at you with his eyebrows raised.
“How’d you figure it out?” you asked, and Sherlock grinned. You were always curious to know how Sherlock solved the cases, and although he didn’t admit it, it boosted his ego a little bit to explain everything to you. That aside, he didn’t mind talking to you: you were a good listener.
“Nope, we don’t have time for that now.” Lestrade suddenly appeared at your side, grabbing your arm and dragging you away. You laughed as you waved to Sherlock and John, who waved back.
“Have fun with your boyfriend.” Sherlock called out, and you and Lestrade froze as you gave him a look. Sherlock smirked as Lestrade groaned to himself, pulling you out of the room.
–
“You’ll be making headlines tonight, Greg.” you laughed as you clinked your wine glass against his, and he laughed and shook his head as he took a sip of his wine. The two of you were back at his apartment making dinner together, celebrating today’s case. You had just gotten back from arresting the killer, which went a lot smoother than expected. You were stirring the pot of pasta whilst Lestrade chopped some vegetables. He carried the board over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, using the other arm to shakily slide the vegetables off the board and into the pot. You laughed as half the vegetables spilled onto the kitchen counter, and Lestrade sighed.
“You’re hopeless.” you turned your head to look at Lestrade, and he shrugged, biting back a smile. The two of you looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. The two of you had been out on a couple dates and things were going well, but there was just one thing: the two of you hadn’t kissed yet. It felt like it was time, yet the both of you always seemed to freeze up whenever an opportunity arose.
Lestrade leaned closer to you when his phone suddenly buzzed, and he sighed and closed his eyes. You laughed lightly, sliding your hand into his pocket to pull his phone out. You held it out for the both of you to see as Lestrade rested his chin on your shoulder.
We’re not done yet. Killer didn’t work on his own. Meet me at Bedfield Hospital. - SH
“Of course it’s not over.” Lestrade grumbled. “Sherlock always picks the cases that never seem to end.”
“Makes the job more interesting, at least.” you grinned as you moved out of Lestrade’s arms and moved to grab your coat. Lestrade walked towards you, shaking his head.
“You should sit out on this one, y/n.” Lestrade said, and you raised your eyebrows. “It’s late, and it just doesn’t seem safe.”
“Greg,” you laughed, walking towards him and putting your hands on his chest. “I can handle myself. This is my job too, you know.”
“I just…” Lestrade sighed and reached up to caress your face. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I won’t.” you reassured him, and Lestrade smiled at your defiance. “Now let’s hurry, I can already hear Sherlock lecturing us for being late.”
Lestrade laughed as you sprinted out the door, and reached for his car keys before rushing after you.
–
Sherlock was already waiting at the entrance when Lestrade pulled up. The two of you rushed out of the car to Sherlock, who was peering inside the main room of the hospital. Most of the lights were off, bar a few rooms which were illuminated.
“We should split up.” Sherlock instructed, raising his phone to show a picture of an angry looking man. “This is who you’re looking for. Be careful, I believed he’s armed.”
“I’m staying with y/n then.” Lestrade said immediately, and Sherlock sniffed before pushing open the hospital doors. You stayed close to Lestrade as the two of you went down the East corridor, Sherlock strolling down the West one. The two of you carefully tiptoed down the hallway, Lestrade reaching for his gun while you peered into each room. The hospital was quiet, except for the sounds of an occasional cough and beeping machines. There was suddenly a crash from the room next to you, and you grabbed Lestrade’s coat. You could hear soft swearing as there were more metallic sounds, and you and Lestrade exchanged glances. The windows were shielded by curtains, so the two of you couldn’t see who was inside. Lestrade pushed you behind him and put his hand on the doorknob, and you nodded. Lestrade burst into the room, pistol raised, and carefully walked in. You trailed behind him, but the both of you frowned when you realized the room was empty.
“Maybe it was from the next room.” Lestrade said quietly, lowering his pistol. You were about to turn around to exit when an arm suddenly materialised around your throat, and you gagged as you attempted to claw the arm away from your neck. The man appeared from behind the door, and you felt the cool metal of a pistol pressed against your head. Lestrade spun around, raising his gun, and stiffened when he realized you were being held hostage.
“Let them go.” Lestrade demanded, his voice even, and the man scoffed.
“I want to know where my partner is.” he replied, tightening his grip on you. You attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, but he only jammed the pistol into your head again. “Quit struggling, or I’m going to blow your brains out.”
“Your partner is in jail, where he belongs.” Lestrade said, and you could feel the man getting angrier.
“Let him go, and I’ll let your partner go.” the man bargained, and you could see Lestrade’s expression falter.
“Greg…” you shook your head, but Lestrade looked at you helplessly.
“Please, just let them go.” Lestrade insisted, his voice sounding weaker now. The man smirked, and the balance of power shifted. He began to back out of the room, pulling you with him. Lestrade raised the gun again, but the man tightened his finger around the trigger, and Lestrade dropped the gun.
“That’s better.” the man said, already halfway out the room. “I’m taking your lovely partner with me, and I won’t be returning them until I get my partner back. Got it?”
“Got it.” Sherlock’s voice suddenly piped up from behind you, and the man hadn’t even turned around before Sherlock struck the back of his head with a tray. The man tumbled to the ground and you scrambled away from him, and Lestrade rushed to you. He tossed Sherlock a pair of handcuffs, which Sherlock deftly caught and fastened around the man’s wrists.
“Are you okay?” Lestrade said, holding his face in your hands. Laughing shakily, you nodded, reaching up to touch his hands.
“Yeah, I’m-” you started, but were cut off when Lestrade suddenly pressed his lips against yours. He held you tightly, but the kiss was gentle, and he pulled away slightly so the two of you could breathe. You stared at him with wide eyes before you broke into a huge smile.
“I thought I was going to lose you.” Lestrade said, still holding you, and you grinned.
“I’m not going anywhere.” you reassured him. You shyly looked at the floor before asking, “Can we kiss again?”
“Oh God, yes.” Lestrade grinned, and Sherlock gagged behind you. “Now that we’ve kissed once, I don’t want to stop.”
“How romantic.” Sherlock said sarcastically, but the two of you ignored him as you began kissing again.
Request by chibicheeberson
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: ReaderxLestrade or Mystrade (your choice)
Based off of this headcanon but I want the french to come out when he’s being romantic or wooing someone http://41.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mblrdvCmVD1rns1zlo1_400.png
no smut please!
I apologise now for the incorrect, and very little, French as even though I studied French for 5 years, I have studied German for longer so German is my stronger suit. However, German isn’t as romantic. It also just ended up wifh less French that I had intended. On another note, this request has made me smile because I adore Lestrade and Mystrade with a passion. I hope you enjoy it.
Since his return to London, you had become very friendly with a certain Detective Inspector and after a while you became more than friends. Lovers.
God how you loved the word. Needless to say, the sex was amazing, as was the kissing, the cuddling and just about everything else. There was one downfall however, although you did it find it adorable… When you were have a moment, one that ended up with him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, he always lapsed into French.
Unluckily for you, at the start, your French had been pretty poor as you had forgotten it after secondary school but he did repeat them in English when he realised you didn’t understand them. You were getting better at understanding them. For example…
It was your two year anniversary and you decided to do something simple, candle lit dinner at home and the curl up with a glass of bubbly and put on a romance film, something good to cuddle to but something you had seen plenty of times before in case you were distracted and ended up making out.
Dinner went by as normal. You held hands in between courses and shared your dessert, feeding each other with a smile. After dinner you were both curled up on the sofa, you sitting in his lap with your head tucked under his chin and his arms around you. The film you had decided on was ‘Love Actually’ and it was one of your favourite films to watch together because one of the couples had a European who spoke little English. It was always when they were on screen that Greg whispered their lines into your ear in French.
After a while, you began to fall asleep against him, his whispers lulling you to sleep.
"Tu es tellement belle. Tout est merveilleux avec toi. Je t'aimerai à jamais, ma chérie," he whispered, his whispering continuing until he too fell asleep, finishing by whispering, “Je t'adore, je t'aime.”
"Je taime mon cher," you mumbled, his lips curving into a smile at your French.
Note: the French is ‘You’re so beautiful… Everything about you is wonderful. I’ll love you forever my dear’ ‘I adore you, I love you’ ‘I love you my dear’
