#greg lestrade ║ character

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Shout out to Greg, the only person who canonically dared to hug Sherlock:))

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Drew this first as a HPxSherlock crossover on my main but I liked it so much that I decided to make a proper Sherlock Fanart out of it :P

Sherlock, John, and Greg 💗

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… why did no one tell me about twink Lestrade in that amazing gay 80s movie

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thirteen 90-minute episodes and the only piece of greg lestrade lore the bbc gave us is that his wife had an affair and that he met sherlock 10 years prior to tst, and that’s a crime tbh i just know this man has a story

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Harry Potter x Sherlock BBC

Hermione ┈➤ Sherlock Holmes ; Ron ┈➤ John Watson ; Harry ┈➤ Greg Lestrade

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i may or may not have gotten carried away with the "silly doodbles"

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Side characters are the best characters.

[thekingofspin]

just a warning to everyone don't watch your favourite movie/tvshow with your mum because she will notice when your smiling a little too much at a middle aged man.

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Have you got any pets? You look like a cat person.

I do have a cat, he's mostly alone because I have work. I haven't have proper time to spend time with him.

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literally any male person no matter what age: *is kind and cute*

me, a lesbian™: my son

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IN THE END

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms

Relationship: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade

Additional Tags: Aug-Kissed 2024, Angst, Breakup, Implied Terminal Illness, Implied/Referenced Character Death

Written for the Week 2 prompt "Gentle Peck" of the Aug-Kissed event hosted by @aug-kissed.

The past few months had been the happiest in Mycroft’s life. He had been granted the love of the most wonderful man he had ever met and along with it, what seemed like a second chance at life.

And like all things do, it had come to an end.

He had seen it coming, he had seen the signs. He had noticed Greg losing his spark. That fire that once burned bright in Greg at the sight of his lover has slowly faded.  

Still, Mycroft had been hopeful. The moment he tried fixing it like he believed he could, things had started getting ugly pretty fast. Part of him can’t help but think Greg had been waiting for that moment. A fight to end it all because it’s easier. And Mycroft loved him too much to force Greg into anything he wasn’t willing. But he couldn’t help but wonder.

“Is there anyone else?” he had asked, the echoes of their screaming match still ringing in his ears. “It’s alright if there is, just tell me.”

Greg couldn’t face him. Mycroft didn’t know if it was a good sign or a bad one. “There is no one else.”

“What is it then? I thought you loved me.”

Mycroft would have understood if Greg had told him that he did indeed love him once.

Greg still didn’t look up at him when he answered. “So did I.”

That was two days ago and Mycroft had been staying in a hotel room since. When he checked out to come home, he still had hope. A mistake, he told himself. It’s a mistake. He’d have changed his mind.

The thought lasted until he got to his flat. The sight of Greg was waiting outside, dressed and ready to leave pulled him back to reality so violently it was dizzying.

Greg seemed to have gotten frail. He hasn’t slept. And the fragile little smile that welcomed him home today was going to be the last goodbye he was going to get from this man.

Greg watched him as he still struggled to accept the fact this was ending. Eventually, Greg closed the distance between them and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Look after yourself, Mycroft,” he said.

And then he was gone.      

The flat was tidied up. It was left as it was before, only without everything that had made it home. It was as if Greg had never been here.

Mycroft made it to the sofa. They used to have movie nights on Fridays, he remembered. They used to cuddle here, on the sofa, Greg petting his hair and chuckling as Mycroft rambled on about how unrealistic the plot was.

That was gone now. Greg was not coming back. And he was right back where he started.

The realisation seemed to punch the air out his lungs. It also broke whatever was holding back his grief.

And Mycroft Holmes, for the first time in decades, began to weep.

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It should have killed him, he knew. Breaking his heart like that. Leaving him like that. And all those horrible, horrible days leading up to this moment should have killed him.

It didn’t, though. He was still alive, wretchedly alive. He kept seeing Mycroft’s haunted look when he last saw him. He caused it. He hurt the man who dared to love him and the guilt made him want to throw up.

But he kept driving.

Greg could only hope Mycroft would in time realise he had been wasting his life over someone like him.

He could only hope Mycroft would, in time, hate him for what he did. Sherlock would.

Hatred would make it easier, eventually.

Would it though, he wondered. Would it really?

The diagnosis in the glove-box answered for him.

Yes, it would.

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Back Home

Greg Lestrade x Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, human trafficking.

"Damn it, Sherlock!" Lestrade banged on the table, knocking over an already empty mug. 

"I told you Inspector, once I'll have any information about the woman, I'll let you know, I'm working on another case which is much more important than some woman fr-" Sherlock stopped as he noticed the fire in Lestrade's eyes. He missed something. Of course, Sherlock would miss something, Lestrade was going on pure emotion, while Sherlock was not.

"What is the name of the woman Sherlock? The woman you deem to be so unimportant, what is her name?" Greg managed to choke out, but his anger only grew. 

Sherlock still didn't know what he missed.

"I can't recall." he answered truthfully, but he only gained a bang on the table as Lestrade turned his back to the man, holding his head in his hands.

"Her name is Y/N Lestrade, Sherlock."

"Your sister?"

"My WIFE." yelled Greg as he turned back to look at the detective. "My wife, Mr Holmes, has been gone for over three days, you know how that feels? And the worst is that I have to go home to my two year old son every day and not have her there." Sherlock now saw what he missed. He missed out on who the client really was. He thought this was the case of a cheating wife, but no, now he saw it all. And even he wasn't sure why, but now, the case on his walls wasn't so interesting. "So, I will ask one more time, where is my wife, Mr Holmes?"

"Have you considered... that she might be cheating?" Sherlock knew he was now on very very thin ice, he could see Greg clench his hands, ready to punch. "No, she is not cheating, just wanted to be sure." because Sherlock is an asshole, no other reason.

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You knew you shouldn't have opened the door. You were soo dumb. Why did you have to be always so nice to others? Why did you have to be so naive? 

They could have hurt your son. But thankfully, they just took you. You tried to fight, but they were stronger, and they outnumbered you.

"You will be sold for a good price." is what you heard before you were hit in the head and knocked out.

Turned out, there was this group, that kidnapped women from their homes in order to sell them on the black market.

There were about five other women with you in that dodgy basement. Chained to the wall.

However, at that point, you didn't know who to trust. You recalled a case your husband had that he told you about when the men sent in one of their own to stay with the victims, pretending to be one. And you couldn't help but think one of them could be the same.

So, you stayed quiet and hoped Greg and his detective friend would be able to get to you quickly.

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That evening Greg arrived home only to find the nanny and Tom in the living room. She left soon after Greg arrived, leaving little Thomas with his dad.

"I'll find her I swear." he told his son as he carried him to bed. "I love you so much and Mommy loves you too." Greg said as he kissed his son's forehead and put him to sleep. That evening, he gave his son extra kisses.

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"To be sold?" Lestrade looked at Sherlock in disbelief as they made their way to a warehouse. 

"Yes, they are selling women as slaves, all types of women so that the police would be thrown off, now, while I'm not too sure who they sell them to, I'm sure they will have a list of clients somewhere, they can't be tipped off or they will destroy it." explained Sherlock and Greg nodded.

He was finally getting you back.

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You were quiet as a mouse, some men even joked how you must be a mute and how it will cost them money as your value would decrease. 

But you didn't care.

All you cared about was Greg and you son, Tom. 

You needed to find your way back to them, but you still hoped Greg would be able to find you first. 

You couldn't possibly come up with a plan to escape. Every corner there was another man, with a gun.

But this really began to take a toll on your mental health. You were exhausted and you really didn't want to wait until any 'buyers' are interested in you.

Then you heard gunshots, people yelling and soon a team of policemen barged into the warehouse.

Everything happened so fast, soon a young officer asked you about your side of the story.

"Where's my wife? Y/N!" you heard Greg call out and you just ignored the young deputy and rushed to your husband.

With tears in your eyes, you hugged him close to your body. You could barely breathe, you cried so much that day.

But finally you were back home.

Holding Thomas again, you could tell he very much missed you. His hold on you never loosened as he made you promise to never leave him. And you intended to keep that promise.

Greg showed you the new safety features he installed into your home, so you could feel safe finally.

You were in the kitchen making tea for yourself when Greg joined you, moving his arms around you, holding you close.

"I missed you so much Darling. I'm so sorry, this happened."

"It wasn't your fault and I'm ready to put this behind myself. Maybe later, I will talk about it, but for now, I just want to get back to normal, with you and with Tommy."

"Of course." he kissed your neck, completely understanding, not wanting to push you. He got everyone locked up. He got the list and everyone was safe now. 

His heart was finally at ease as he held you close while you prepared the tea, not letting you go even for a second. You loved to feel his warmth around you, after the many cold nights in that basement, you were finally home. Greg kept on kissing your skin, his affections and regrets clear from his actions.

"I will never let anyone take you away from me ever again. If I have to burn London down to make sure no one hurts you, then so be it."

You smiled, knowing he was exaggerating but still loving everything he said.

"I love you Greg."

"And I love you, Sweetheart."

He turned you around and trapped you in between himself and the stove, pulling you in for a heated, long kiss. 

Oh yes, you were definitely home.

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❧ tloz: tears of the kingdom starters ☙

➤ @samhlaiocht asked: ❝ what are you doing in a place like this? ❞ { From Greg! }

   ❝Oh! Greg!❞ Molly waved at him, her lips forming a bit of a wonky, nervous smile, ❝I'm guessing Sherlock didn't tell you—❞ Typical and on brand for him, honestly. A sigh escapes her, gloved hands resting on her hips. ❝I'm doing an on scene examination. Weird, isn't it? He couldn't wait for it to come into my morgue so he called me out. Actually stopped off at Bart's and picked me up.❞ ...And then she realised what she'd just said, which could be taken any and all different ways—

   ❝He didn't, you know, pick me up and carry me out, I mean—❞ Molly, shut up, ❝He—um—text me and said it was urgent, met me outside the hospital and we got a cab here.❞ Good save, so she thought. Not really. ❝—Anyway, I hear this one's a... uh... level 8? He grades his cases, weird, but that's what I got told.❞

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