#sherlock/lestrade

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Sherstrade 'Prompts fic' WIP

I have this little 'prompts fic' I'm working on. Well, I've been working on it since February this year apparently. It's a Sherstrade one. Every chapter has a new prompt and I'm trying to built a single story around it. Chapter 1 has the prompt “Come over here and make me.” I just looked it over and I think it's rather good. 👍👍👍

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1.

“You should go to bed. How long have you been up? Sherlock?” 

“What?” 

“How long have you been awake, Sherlock?” Greg asks, forgetting all about the cases Sherlock mentioned on the phone, now that he sees him. 

“I- What day is it?” 

“Tuesday.” 

“Then almost 3 days.” 

“Sherlock!” 

“What?! 

“Go to bed!” 

“Come over here and make me.” 

“What- That doesn’t make any sense.” Greg says after a moment, ignoring how his heart skips a beat and how a shiver runs down his spine because of Sherlock’s gruff voice. It’s always a dream to hear it, but now it has a seductive edge that weakens Greg’s knees. 

“Of course it does. I’m a genius. Everything I say makes sense.” 

“Oh, for the love of- Careful!” Greg calls out, grabbing Sherlock before he falls facedown on the floor. Being this close makes it even more obvious that Sherlock is exhausted. Greg sighs, guiding Sherlock to the sofa and sitting beside him. He can’t help but brush a curl out of his eyes, and his heart leaps when Sherlock closes his eyes and leans into the touch. 

“You can’t keep pushing yourself like this, Sherlock.” Greg says, stroking Sherlock’s cheek, flinching a little when Sherlock’s eyes open to stare at him. It’s as if his hand is glued to Sherlock’s cheek, and the only thing he can do is stroke it with his thumb. 

“There’s work to do, Greg.” Sherlock says, his lisp in full force because of his exhaustion. He blinks his eyes, trying to focus, but everything is blurry and slow. The only thing he’s aware of is the warmth of Lestrade’s hand on his cheek and the light whiff of his cologne when he moves. Sherlock’s hand reaches, placing it on Lestrade’s knee to keep him close. 

“You should go to bed, Sherlock.” 

“Hmm. Make me,” Sherlock says with a hint of mischief in his voice, but it’s overwritten when he yawns, a full-body yawn that makes Greg laugh. 

“Come on, Genius. Time for bed.” Greg stands up, helping Sherlock off the sofa, rolling his eyes fondly when Sherlock pouts. He’s surprised when Sherlock leans forward, wrapping his arms around Greg and hugging him. 

“Sherlock?” 

“Hmm?” 

“What are you doing?” Greg asks with a hint of amusement. He wraps his arms around Sherlock, patting his back awkwardly, but Sherlock presses closer, holding him tighter. He moves his head, the tip of his nose against Greg’s neck, and Greg is left breathless for a long moment. 

“Sherlock.” 

“You feel nice. Sturdy.” Sherlock whispers, his breath ghosting on Greg’s skin, and a shiver runs down Greg’s spine that settles in his groin. 

“Not sure if sturdy is a compliment.” 

“Course it is. Sturdy. Solid. Strong.” Sherlock lists off, lifting his head to meet Greg’s eyes, and Greg inwardly cringes when he sees the bags underneath them and the redness. Even exhausted, Sherlock is still beautiful. Greg shakes his head lightly, moving out of the hug and placing his hands on Sherlock’s head when he protests. 

“Let’s go to bed, Sherlock. Okay? Have a bit of a rest.” Greg says, smiling encouragingly. 

“I don’t want you leaving.” Sherlock whispers softly, a light blush on his cheeks. Greg bites the inside of his cheek hard to stop himself from moaning at the sight of it. 

“Who says I’m leaving?” Greg asks, gently stroking Sherlock’s cheek and feeling its warmth.He can see the wobble of Sherlock’s bottom lip, and he leans forward, rubbing his nose against Sherlock’s briefly. Surprising both of them. 

“I’ll stay if you want me to.” 

“Yes?” 

Greg nods, brushing another stubborn curl away from Sherlock’s eyes. He nods again, stroking Sherlock’s cheek one more time before taking his hand and gently pulling it. Sherlock frowns but then follows, his steps sluggish and uncoordinated. 

“That’s it. Lay down. Shoes off.” Greg says as he takes them off and places them under the nightstand. Sherlock lets out a sound that’s somehow supposed to be words. Greg leans forward, placing his hand on Sherlock’s shoulder. 

“It’s okay, Sunshine. I’m here.” 

“Come.” Sherlock says, grabbing Greg’s arm as he tries to pull, huffing when he doesn’t have the strength. 

“I can't sleep in your bed, Sherlock. Here, that’s better, right?” Greg asks, guiding Sherlock’s head to the pillow and manhandling him until he’s fully under the covers. 

“Thank god you’re not wearing your suit.” Greg says, stroking Sherlock’s forehead. Something inside him melts when Sherlock shifts and buries his face inside the covers. Greg smiles, patting his leg before moving, but Sherlock’s hand comes out like a snake grabbing its prey. 

“Stay.” 

“I’ll find a chair and-” 

“You promised.” 

“I did. I’ll just-” Greg starts, gesturing behind him, but Sherlock forces his eyes open, squinting at him, his whole face set in displeasure. It’s actually rather endearing and something swoops inside Greg’s belly. 

“Stay. Here.” Sherlock orders, pulling at Greg’s arm. “Enough room.”

“You’re sure, Sherlock?” Greg asks, smiling when Sherlock does a half-eye roll, forcing himself to nod his head once. 

“Okay then.” Greg says, walking to the other side of the bed and sitting down. He quickly takes off his shoes and unbelts his trousers before placing them all on the dresser. Sherlock lets out a grumble, his fingertips brushing over Greg’s back. Greg startles from it, and he turns to see him. Sherlock’s peeking at him from just above the duvet, and Greg smiles, shaking his head in mild disbelief. This is the third time that Sherlock has initiated contact between them, and Greg is already addicted to it. 

“What?” Sherlock asks, starting to frown, and Greg quickly shakes his head again, patting Sherlock’s hand.

“Come.” 

“Still as demanding as usual, Sherlock.” Greg grins, squeezing Sherlock’s hand and startling again when Sherlock grabs it, interlacing their fingers. 

“Greg.” Sherlock whispers, maybe a hint of trepidation in his eyes as he squeezes Greg’s hand. Something solid settles inside Greg’s chest at the gesture, his playful grin turning into a comforting and reassuring smile. 

“It’s okay, Sunshine. I’m here.” Greg says, barely above a whisper, because he doesn’t want to break the delicate spell between them. Sherlock’s eyelashes flutter, biting his lower lip, and Greg’s neck starts to warm up, trying not to think about soothing that bite with a lick of his tongue. 

“Tired.” 

“Of course. You’ve been working too hard, Sherlock.” Greg grumbles, some of his worry returning to him. Sherlock has always pushed himself, but for the past couple of weeks, he’s been going overboard. They both know why, and Greg closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply and squeezing Sherlock’s hand. 

Not the time or place to think about him. He’s gone. You’re here. 

“Al-always work to do, Lestrade.” Sherlock answers, yawning so big that Greg is worried his mouth will split open. 

“Work can wait.” Greg commands, and he’s surprised when Sherlock blushes deeper as he nods, pulling Greg’s hand closer to him. 

“Come.” 

“I’ll just turn the light off, okay?” Greg says, quickly doing it and settling into bed next to Sherlock afterwards. The streetlights outside are just enough to see Sherlock, and it gives the whole moment a dreamlike quality. 

How is this happening right now? 

Sherlock’s hand is suddenly on his chest, and Greg’s body flinches, turning his head to look at Sherlock. 

“Closer.” 

“W-What?” Greg says, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. He feels Sherlock shift, a cold nose pressing against his cheek. It makes him think of the family dog for a second, and Greg giggles, some of his tension eases away. He’s back in the real world now, not a scenario out of a dream he could have. Sherlock’s head pulls back, and they look at each other in the twilight. 

“It’s okay, Sunshine.” Greg says, placing his hand over Sherlock’s, the one that is still resting on his chest. Sherlock stares at him for a couple of seconds and then returns, settling himself against Greg. Sherlock’s head now rests on Greg’s chest, their hands interlaced on top of Greg’s chest. Sherlock’s curls tickle him as he shifts and finally settles. It’s as if Sherlock is made to lie there, slotting into Greg as if he’s a missing piece of the puzzle. 

How is this happening right now?

“Greg?”

“So you do know my name?” Greg says with a hint of amusement, and he hears Sherlock huff, pressing even closer against him. 

“Of course, I know your name. I’m a genius.” Sherlock says, and Greg laughs, placing a kiss on Sherlock’s curls when he settles down again. 

“That you are, Sunshine. Now, go to sleep.” 

“Demanding.” Sherlock says, yawning again, and Greg shushes him, squeezing his hand. 

“Go to sleep, Sunshine. I’m here.” Greg says, placing another kiss on Sherlock’s curls. He can feel Sherlock’s body relaxing, pressing against him. Something flips inside his stomach because of that, knowing Sherlock trusts him enough to fall asleep next to him so quickly. He’ll probably have a sleeping arm in about 15 minutes but it’s all worth it. 

@chained-to-the-mirror @everythingcanadian @lavenderandvanilla @eventhorizon451

[carneliancorax]

I thought The Six Napoleons was a Sherlock Holmes story, not a Scooby-Doo episode...?

Lestrade has been waiting for Holmes for some time and is increasingly bored.

Holmes arrives, unnoticed.

Holmes and Watson retreat into the hall and approach the door again, coughing and shuffling their feet loudly, giving Lestrade time to stand and greet them with dignity.

"Lestraaaaade!"

(Tee hee.)

Later,

and

And then the episodes ends with Lestrade, with deep sincerity, telling Holmes, "We're not jealous of you at Scotland Yard. No, sir. We're proud of you."

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A SCOOBY-DOO EPISODE JEREMY.

[selcouthself]

petition for a sherlock holmes muppets movie. sherlock holmes and watson are the only humans. kermit is lestrade. uncle deadly is moriarty. statler and waldorf are members of the diogenes club. ms piggy is irene adler.

holmes thinks he's on a cocaine-induced fever dream but alas! the case persists. watson is barely holding it together.

[moroniccats]

Starting my fanfiction journey has me realizing just how much ACD canon READS LIKE FANFICTION.

Like, what do you MEAN the two main characters are extremely fruity roommates who absolutely adore each other?

What do you MEAN Sherlock Holmes BLUSHES LIKE A LITTLE LADY WHEN WATSON COMPLIMENTS HIM?

What do you MEAN Sherlock Holmes starts out as a misogynist but is humbled by a beautiful talented girlboss outsmarting him???

What do you MEAN Holmes and Watson bicker about each other’s taste in art, and cleanliness, and eating habits?

What do you MEAN a story ends with the escaped victim of an abusive man who kills his exes POURING ACID ON AND DESTROYING SAID MAN’S FACE???

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHERLOCK HOLMES CROSSDRESSES?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S WATSON’S GREATEST JOY AND PLEASURE TO SERVE HOLMES?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WATSON IS ‘HERE TO BE USED’?????

WHAT DO YOU MEAN LESTRADE SAYS HE’S PROUD OF HOLMES AND HOLMES NEARLY CRIES?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOLMES AND WATSON FREQUENT THE TURKISH BATHS TOGETHER?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOLMES WOULD KILL A MAN FOR WATSON, AND WATSON WOULD GET SHOT TO SEE HOLMES’ LOVE????

[ghostbees]

The Boscombe Valley Mystery

“I walked down to the station with them, and then wandered through the streets of the little town, finally returning to the hotel, where I lay upon the sofa and tried to interest myself in a yellow-backed novel. The puny plot of the story was so thin, however, when compared to the deep mystery through which we were groping, and I found my attention wander so continually from the fiction to the fact, that I at last flung it across the room and gave myself up entirely to a consideration of the events of the day.”

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[fatalisticme]

bbc sherlock hyperfixation in 2025 😔

[thegreatmousebafoon]

Sherlock: (drinks a full bottle of water)

John: … Did you just…? Did you actually… you- YOU JUST DRANK WATER?!

Sherlock: … Yes? This surprises you-?

John: OH MY GOD! YES! LETS GO- THIS IS A WIN! A STEP IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION! MRS. HUDSON!!!

Mrs. H: ( from downstairs ) YES, DEAR?

John: SHERLOCK JUST DRANK WATER!!!

Mrs. H: WHAT?! NOT TEA OR-

Sherlock: NO- I- WATER! I DRANK WATER! What is wrong with you lot-

John: Oh my God- I have to tell Greg-

Sherlock: Greg? Who-

John: ( on the phone ) SHHH. Greg. Get over here.

Greg: Is something wrong? Are you and Sherlock ok-

John: I just watched Sherlock finish a bottle of water.

Greg: … You’re pranking me. He’s snickering in the background isn’t he-?

John: Nope. Rally the troops. Have Molly pick up a cake- he loves those-

Sherlock: I’m still here you know-

John: SSHHH Sherlock. The adults are planning a party.

Sherlock: … Because I drank water?

John: Yes.

Sherlock: ….

John: ….

Sherlock: … Are you trying to psychologically condition me, Doctor Watson?

John: …. Is it working?

Sherlock: … What flavor cake?

John: Chocolate.

Sherlock: Then yes. Throw in some coffee flavored ice cream and I’ll eat a full meal instead of just nibbling at one.

John: DEAL! DEAL- 100% YOU’VE GOT A DEAL!

[sh6rlockholmes]

them.

[ginette-de-gallifrey]

Currently reading the OG Sherlock Holmes' books, and who was going to tell me that every moderns iterations of that man that make him a somber asshole without heart was not only wrong as a deep reading of the character but also just at face value ????

That man is clapping his hands in excitement, humming songs, bowing to an imaginary crowd, telling himself encouragements under his breath, preening everytimes Watson tells him he is smart, and generally being silly. Hell he compliments Watson, Lestrade and Gregson, and I'm only at A Study in Scarlet ??? Which is the first fucking book ??? Who read that and though that we needed to make him a mysterious bastard without heart ???

Give me more silly little Holmes being both the most accomplishes detective out there and being a weird little gremlins. Please.

[writingfanficsfan]

I did it! I finished a WIP and posted it on AO3. WOOOHOOOO!

Sherstrade: you have an erection. by Readingfanfics

Summary:

“What- What time is it?” “Almost 6.” Lestrade answers lazily, shifting, and Sherlock’s eyes widen, his mind instantly awake and processing. “You- What are you doing?” “Just getting comfortable, Sherlock.” “You have an erection.”

Read it here.

@chained-to-the-mirror @eventhorizon451

[221bnassau]

Lestrade's face when Sherlock says his name correctly for the first time in the series... screaming and crying.

[somethingintheforest]

[herius-is-drawing]

SH&co’s charachters unlocked⭐️

Some of them aren’t in the podcast yet but I KNOW THEY WILL BE LIKE THIS ‼️

[bluebellinbakerstreet]

Sherlock "I don't have a heart" Holmes

[smarthily]

For @sherlockchallenge​​ June prompt JOKE

[bananaeatstape]

lowkey feel like we do not talk abt this bts pic enough

caption this plz I love them sm