DCI G. Lestrade

LESTRADE: Don’t “Inspector” me like that.

MYCROFT: Like what?

LESTRADE: Like I’ve already disappointed you.

All my works for our beloved detective inspector. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ♡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

I personally really enjoyed their stories!!

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I absolutely ADORED this DELIGHTFUL Christmas romcom fic! This scene was so good - I especially loved Cody walking Obi-Wan backwards until they bumped into Obi-Wan’s bedroom door - it was so much fun to draw.

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LOOK AT THEM!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I’ve included the scene below for shits and giggles.

I honestly couldn’t keep this to myself because the world needs more CodyWan kisses! Look at how tight Cody is holding him! 😍

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Excerpt (from Chapter 4):

Cody and Rex wrestled with the new thermostat for an hour. By the time they had cleaned up and packed up their gear it was almost four o’clock in the afternoon.

“I feel terrible that this took so much of your day.” Obi Wan said to Cody as Rex packed up the truck.

“Don’t be, it’s probably been one of the best installs I’ve ever had.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” Obi Wan asked, the little flutter in his stomach returning.

“I think you know why, Obi Wan.” Cody said bluntly.

Obi Wan suddenly found his shoes incredibly interesting.

“Hey Codes, we forgot to get a signature.” Rex said, handing over an iPad.

“Shit, right.” He said, his brow furrowing. “Listen, why don’t you head out. I’ll do the review and get the signature.” Cody said in a way that seemed nonchalant on the surface.

Rex’s eyes flicked from his brother to Obi Wan and nodded. “Sure. I’ll…um… see you later. Nice to meet you, Obi Wan.” He said, offering him his hand.

Obi Wan shook it happily. “The pleasure was all mine, Rex. Thank you for all your hard work today.”

“Happy to help.” He said with a salute as he made his way to the car.

“Do you mind if I…” Cody started.

“Oh no, of course, please come in. Again.” Obi Wan said, basking in the warmth now that the furnace was running. He’d closed the windows to the rapidly cooling autumn air and followed Cody down to the basement.

The new furnace was shiny and took up a third of the space of the old one.

“Well, it certainly looks impressive. Not entirely worth sixteen grand but I’m sure all the whistles and bells are hidden on the inside.”

Cody laughed, “something like that. If you’re satisfied you can sign here.” He said, holding out the iPad.

Obi Wan ran his finger over the signature lazily. Cody’s mouth twitched, “I thought teachers were supposed to have neat handwriting.”

Obi Wan shrugged. “I’m off duty.”

Cody nodded, “So am I.”

Obi Wan scratched at his beard for a brief second. “Well, as you won’t let me pay you for lunch, would you like a beer?”

Cody tipped his head to the side, grinning so wide little dimples creased on his cheeks. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Cody followed him upstairs to the kitchen, the iPad forgotten on the counter. He peeled his uniform halfway down around his waist. He’d obviously been overheating, the sweat on his shirt clinging to the very discernable six pack. Obi Wan was finding it very difficult to talk himself out of anything involving Cody, especially when the man was clearly interested.

But his life was chaotic and would only get increasingly worse in the next six months when Padme gave birth. Would he be wasting Cody’s time? Or worse, hurting him when he couldn’t give him the attention he clearly wanted?

“What are you thinking about?” Cody asked, taking a sip of beer and taking a step closer.

Obi Wan realized belatedly he had pinned himself against the corner of the counter where it met the fridge. He took a glug of his own beer, allowing the bitter taste to try and wash away the sudden swirling thoughts that didn’t seem to want to leave.

“Just…very glad to have some semblance of normalcy, I suppose.” He said, taking another sip.

“Yeah, I imagine.” Cody said, his eyes focused and intent. “I meant what I said, Obi Wan. This had been my best job in a long time. And it had nothing to do with the furnace.”

Obi Wan felt bashful but pushed through it. “Do you make it a habit of shamelessly flirting with every single man you come across on the job?”

Cody chuckled, taking another step forward, his left hand reaching for the counter to the side of Obi Wan. He was definitely pinned now.

“No. Do you make it a habit of volunteering your dating status with every repairman that enters your house?” Cody retorted. Obi Wan replayed his words in his head and blushed.

“Not especially.” He said, feeling suddenly breathless, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Hmm.” Cody said, closing in. “Well, that’s a good sign.”

Cody took another step closer, and he was practically on top of Obi Wan now. If he wanted to, he could reach out and touch his sweat drenched t-shirt. His fingers itched to, he had to admit. There was something inherently masculine about Cody that was intoxicating.

Obi Wan licked the beer off his lips and noticed Cody’s eyes fall. Before he could say anything, Cody’s lips collided with his.

The surprise didn’t last long. Obi Wan’s whole body felt like it had been lit like a firework. Heat radiated from him as he leant into Cody’s lips, the man’s arms arching around his waist and pulling him tighter. Before he could think about it, his hands locked around the back of Cody’s neck, his tongue licking and teasing until Cody let him in fully.

They held each other so tightly there was no space between them. He could hear their combined sharp breathing through their noses and the smacking of their lips. His stomach was lurching and flipping every time Cody’s hand moved, gripping him tighter or every time he pulled away with a slight smile, looking at him before diving in again.

When the fever finally broke, they stood panting in the kitchen, arms still locked around each other.

“Definitely the best job.” Cody said with a sly grin.

Obi Wan bit his lip in an attempt to contain his smile. “Well, at least I have that going for me.”

“You’ve got a lot going for you, Obi Wan.” Cody said, running his hand down his chest and to his abs. He looked at him sheepishly as he gently teased up his Nirvana t-shirt and looked at his abs. “Holy shit. How is an English Teacher so ripped?”

“I told you, boxing. We spar on the weekends.”

Cody hesitated for a moment before gently caressing Obi Wan’s stomach. The lurch he felt earlier was nothing like the earthquake this time. He didn’t care anymore if a relationship with Cody was impractical, didn’t even care if it ended badly. He just wanted it to happen. Needed it to.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since we first met.” Cody said, giving him a sweet and chaste kiss on the lips before starting to track down to his bearded jaw.

“Oh?”

“Uhuh.” He said, slowly moving downward. “I thought you might call me, but you didn’t. Not even when I circled my number.” He said in a whisper, which was certainly having its own effect.

“Well, how positively rude of me. Here I was thinking you were trying to service my furnace when…”

Cody chuckled, “I was. But you would have been a bonus.”

“I still could be.” Obi Wan said smoothly.

Cody’s lips sprag back up to his mouth, his arms squeezing him so tight it was almost painful.

“Would you like me to rectify the situation now?” Obi Wan asked.

Cody pulled away with a curious face. Obi Wan pulled out his phone in one hand and the well-worn business card in the other.

“You’ve been wearing the same pair of pants all week?”

Obi Wan grinned, “No.” he said simply.

Cody looked taken aback, and grinned. Obi Wan pressed the call button and Cody’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He picked it up lightning fast and put it to his ear.

“Hello, Fett HVAC. How can I help you today?”

“Hello, yes, this is Obi Wan Kenobi. You just came for a consult about my furnace…”

“Ah yes, what can I do for you Mr. Kenobi?”

“Oh, I think he question is what can’t you do for me Mr. Fett.”

Cody chuckled into the phone and took the card from Obi Wan’s hand. The paper was soft and well worn.

“Did it go through the wash?”

Obi Wan looked embarrassed. “No. I just…thought of calling you a lot. But…didn’t.”

Cody hung up the phone and Obi wan followed suit. “Why?”

“My life is exceptionally complicated at the moment. I wasn’t entirely sure it was fair to bring someone else into that.”

“I don’t give a shit about your complications, Obi Wan. I just want to spend time with you and get to know you.”

Obi Wan blushed and Cody reached up, cradling his face in his hand, gently pulling his lips to his.

“Well, you certainly make a very compelling argument.” Obi Wan said, leaning in and kissing Cody’s perfect lips once more.

The front door was unceremoniously thrown open with a crash as it hit the wall behind it. “OBI WAN WE HAVE SOME NEWS.” Anakin screamed up the stairs.

Obi Wan signed as he reluctantly took a step back from Cody. He offered him an apologetic smile and received one in return.

“In here.” Obi Wan called.

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Thanks again for bringing this scene and my emotional support fictional characters to life! 🫶

Pairing: Greg Lestrade x reader

Words: 954

Warnings: None. Just sweet Greg Lestrade and cute fall vibes

A/n: It's been a while since I've written anything and it's fall so this happened. First time writing Lestrade, so be nice!

     Greg was lost. Completely and utterly lost. When Sherlock suggested they go to a corn maze to test their skills, Greg was not prepared for the challenge ahead of him. He had lost John, Sherlock, and Mycroft, and now he was standing in the middle of what seemed like an elaborate plan to make him upset and feel dumb. He fumbled with the paper in his hands and scanned the possible paths. It didn’t make sense. The wind pierced through his coat, and he rubbed his hands together before blowing into them. Sniffling briefly, he started down a random path.

     “Stupid Sherlock, stupid corn maze, stupid-” As he was rambling, his eyes locked onto the paper, he bumped into you, causing you to clutch onto his coat to prevent yourself from falling, his hands immediately flew to your waist. His map forgotten, and diving toward the ground.

     You exhaled, your breath coming out in a soft puff of white, before meeting his eyes. “I…um…hi”

     Greg’s eyes widened slightly before shaking his head. “I’m sorry, love. Didn’t mean to clobber ya.” His fingers tightened for a moment against you before he cleared his throat and gently let go. “You alright?”

Okay I’m so sorry that I’ m late getting this too you please forgive me 🙏🙏

I hope your sis still enjoys the surprise