#mystrade quotes

[rabiessnail]

please somebody write a story where greg and mycroft are married but whilst on an arrest greg gets injured & put in a medical coma to keep him safe

when he wakes up mycroft is beside him--the doctors said gregs memory would be temporarly gone whilst he recovered but now greg wont stop hitting on mycroft and its getting to the stage were its increasingly difficult to keep a straight face when talking about medication

"owch hey mister cute umbrella can u move the pillow abit:)??"

*mycroft fixes pillow inches away from gregs face*

greg: *whistles* "i'd kiss u so hard right now if i didn't have six broken ribs, a punctured lung + a fractured hip."

myc : gregory your parents are in the room

--

mycroft: ah- the doctors have given me some more pills, these ones are a bit large so hopefully you wont have much trouble swallowing them"

greg: *takes a look* nah its fine im good a swallowing....uhhh big things *wiggles eyebrows half asleep* geddit

mycroft: gregory MY parents are in the room

[baker-street-boys]

Lestrade: Talk dirty to me~  Mycroft: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.  Lestrade: Wha-  Mycroft: The economy is in shambles.

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[c0smic-coral]

the baker street boys play scrabble

John: I will put my A down to make “A”

Mycroft: I will add to your “A” to make “AT”

Greg: I will add onto your “AT” to make “RAT”

Sherlock: I will add onto your “RAT” to make “BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC”

John: [flips the board]

Scrabble was henceforth banned from 221B Baker Street.

[katblaze]

I've been thinking about this. At one point, after lestrade had first started working with Sherlock, Mycroft had to approach lestrade just like he approached john in the first episode, right? I'm imagining,

Lestrade: What am I doing here?! I'm with the police, I could have you arrested for this!

Mycroft: Hello, Detective Inspector Lestrade, or should I call you... *flips through notes* ... Gregory?

Lestrade: Greg's fine.

Mycroft: Gregory will do. So I hear about your involvement with Sherlock Holmes... will that be a... permanent... arrangement.

Lestrade: What's it to you?

Mycroft: Well, I see you've included Sherlock into a total of six cases of yours. Murders. You see, me and Sherlock have a bit of history between us, and I just want to keep an eye on him for a sum of money you'll surely be grateful for.

Lestrade: I'm not spying on the man for you, no, if that's what you're asking. Can I go?

Mycroft: I love a good loyal man, but you need to understand Sherlock doesn't have "friends." You most certainly aren't his. If you want my advice, keep an eye on him and listen to what he says. He's as smart as he looks... and then some. Be off now... Gregory.

[marta-bee]

In which Sherlock is a brat, Mycroft is longsuffering in a maliciously-compliant sort of way, Lestrade is just --well-- perfectly Lestradish, and if you're not clicking the link after reading the sample below to just go read the thing, well, more's the shame for you.

Seriously. I. am. chortling.

(And do follow @eventhorizon451 for more delightful Mystrade if you're not already.)

      “Hmmmm… alright, so you don’t deny Mr. Holmes’s accusations, whatever they may be… I’m still not solid on that but I suspect it’ll tease out at some point.”

      “That is what you gleaned from my speech, Lestrade?”

      “Basically.”

      “Deplorable.”

      “If you say so, sir.  In any case, are you the person responsible for removing the original walkway and replacing it with those concrete slabs?”

      “I am.”

      “Destruction of private property….”

      “Don’t write that down!”

      “Gotta keep the facts straight, sir, so you get fair treatment by the law.  Might I inquire as to where you obtained the cement?”

      “No.”

      “Adding Theft to the charges list.”

      “I did not confess to stealing it!”

      “Can you produce a receipt for your purchase.”

      “Receipts are boring.”

      “Theft stays on the list until such time as the owner of the shop corroborates your purchase or is first informed of his inventory loss and files his own complaint.”

      “There was an extreme surplus of materials at the construction site!  I was reducing the inevitable waste to benefit the environment.”

      “I’ll jot that down as a mitigating factor.”

      “I do not need mitigation!”

      “Making a note that you not only confessed to the crime but are proud of it.  Not that you asked, but my advice is not to say things like that aloud as they tend to work against you in court.”

      “I am not a criminal.  Mycroft’s anti-science biases are, however, and he should be tossed in the stocks as a target for young children practicing their aim with slings and catapults they made during their art instruction at school.”

      “Is that a threat, sir?  Mr. Holmes, are you feeling unsafe due to this person’s words or conduct?”

      “Let me think…”

      ‘Oh, piss OFF, Mycroft!”

      “Yes, I believe I am.”

Mycroft’s smug smile made Sherlock boil over like a pan of milk left on the stove – spectacularly and with a great deal of future promise of more aggravation to come.  Stinky, crusted-on aggravation…

      “Alright, that goes on the list, also.  I think there’s enough here for me to take this individual into custody and see him processed.  I can take your statement here and draw up the paperwork for a formal complaint once I’m at my desk.”

      “Thank you.  It is good to see my taxes well being used for the civic good.”

      “Anything for you, love.”

Sherlock’s gasp drew in all available oxygen in the London area, which explained both Mycroft and Greg’s being frozen in place for several long moments.  Some information was not, at present, slated for certain infantile and hysterical ears.  Though the infant’s ears were now positively dripping with information.

      “You… you… you…. you!”

And the hysteria was commencing.

      “I’m… I’m me, sir, yes, thank you for noticing.”

      “Enough of your failed pantomime, Lestrade – confess!”

      “That’s my line, sir.  Please stick to the designated script.”

[this-train-aint-stopping]

Incorrect Mystrade Quote #3

Greg, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Mycroft, the love of my life, for telling me Sherlock was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

[drarreckyninja]

Greg: I'll be Sherlock for you if you'll be Mycroft for me. John: Deal.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Incorrect Quotes

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7JDTNqd by KillerLecterGraham Quotes that I make up from different ships of mine, etc. Words: 126, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Naruto (Anime & Manga), Good Omens (TV), Sherlock (TV), One Piece (Anime & Manga), X-Men - All Media Types, Dragon Ball, Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty, Logan (X-Men)/Peter Maximoff (X-Men Alternate Timeline Movies), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Incorret Quotes, Crack, Multiple Relationships, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Yaoi, Funny, Stony - Freeform, Thorki - Freeform, Destiel - Freeform, Sabriel - Freeform, WinterFalcon - Freeform, kakavege, wolfsilver, mormor, mystrade, Johnlock - Freeform, SasuNaru - Freeform, sakuhina, ObiKaka, Clintasha - Freeform, WinterPanther - Freeform, ZoSan - Freeform, LawLu - Freeform, sterek, Cherik - Freeform, hawksilver - Freeform, mcdanno, Hannigram - Freeform, wandavision - Freeform, NanaGo, regan - Freeform, Crobby - Freeform, ineffable husbands, Ineffable Bureaucracy, spirk, Spideypool - Freeform, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7JDTNqd

[i-love-dean]

I read a mystrade fic at least 6 months ago (I have a bad sense of time though so idk) but I can’t find it anywhere. It was on ao3 and it was a short one shot. Mycroft invites Greg for drinks and then shows him a bunch of fancy cocktails. One of the drinks is called “I love you” and is made to be shared with a partner. Greg ( who is hopelessly pining) asks him to repeat the name so he can imagine Mycroft really MEANS it ( of course Mycroft does mean it and he’s sharing this cocktail so he can actually SAY the words without actually confessing his feelings)

If anyone recognizes this fic please let me know because I really liked it and I can’t find it.

Also idk if this helps but I distinctly remember it had the kind of summary where they quote the fic in italics and the quote was like: ”I love you”

Greg feels very sad cause those are the words he most longs to hear. “What is it called again?”

“I love you”

Greg feels so much joy and subsequent longing.

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playing twister Sherlock: Right hand red. Mycroft: ends up on top of Lestrade Lestrade: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Sherlock: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

[johannadc]

Why, you little tart.” Mycroft hummed with delight. "Quite a large one, in fact."

“What If?” by sanguisuga https://archiveofourown.org/works/23249404

I don’t know why, but I just adore it when Mycroft says something to that effect about himself. 

[spn-lesbian]

Greg: I kind of have a crush on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Sherlock: rip the bandage off

Greg: it’s your brother

Sherlock: put the bandage back on

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Persuasion

Summary

Sometimes all it takes is a few crisps to change the atmosphere of an otherwise quiet evening.

Or how Mycroft never finished Jane Auster's Persuasion that night...

Notes

Mystrade Monday  1.0  #29 - "Come over here and make me."

Quotes : Persuasion by Jane Austen

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On AO3

Rating G - 444 words

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half-”

Mycroft paused in his reading, disturbed by the sound of Greg shoving a handful of crisps into his mouth and chewing them shamelessly as he watched the television at the other end of the sofa.

He glanced at him, then resumed his reading.

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even m-”

Mycroft had to interrupt his reading again because Greg had just noisily bitten into another crisp.

Mycroft sighed, "Greg..."

"What?" the detective asked, turning his head towards him.

Mycroft replied, doing his best not to show his irritation, "Can you make a little less noise when you eat?"

Greg shook his head and countered, "No, that's impossible, they're crisps, as the name suggests they're crispy, they crunch under your teeth."

Mycroft rolled his eyes and, seeing Greg's stubborn face, didn't insist and went back to reading.

“I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you-”

The noise, much louder than the previous ones, almost startled him, so Mycroft exclaimed, "Greg, you will stop this at once!"

Gre, looking Mycroft straight in the eye, thrust his hand into the bag of crisps and pulled out a crisp which he raised to his mouth before saying cheekily, "Come over here and make me."

Mycroft made no further resistance, dropping his book as he slid to the other end of the sofa. All the way to Greg, from whose hands he snatched the packet of crisps. Fully aware that this had been Greg's goal all along, he closed the distance between them and crushed his lips to the cheeky detective's in a heated kiss.

When they pulled away from the kiss to catch their breath, Greg was the embodiment of cheek as he breathed, "You have to admit, these crisps are absolutely delicious."

Mycroft grunted and instead of answering, he captured Greg's lips again, using all his skill to wipe away his lover's victorious expression and prove to him that it wasn't just the crisps that were delicious.

Both caught up in the passion of the moment, they didn’t notice that Mycroft's fallen book had opened to a random page, the first paragraph of which began with these words, “ There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved.”

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Mystrade masterlist here

[thesmartone]

*tw: strong language*

Drunk and jailed Anthea: *gets released* .....so FCK THE POLICE!

Mycroft:

*after several months*

Anthea: When I meant fck the police, I DIDNT MEAN THAT!

MYCROFT: now it's my fault!?!?

[the-suicidal-lizard]

Sherlock Comes Out

Mycroft: I do NOT *sneers* "fancy", Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade.

Sherlock: *Thinking [Who is Greg?]* Yes, and I'm not gay.

Mycroft: See, you understand.

Sherlock:...

Mycroft: Oh.