#happynewyearlestrade

Give me a character and I'll tell you my top urls that play them. Anon or not!

happynewyearlestrade, guppylestrade.

Send “ᵇᵊ ᵐᵎᵑᵉ ᵛᵃᶴᵉᵑᵗᵎᵑᵊ” for a threatening letter from my muse demanding you be their valentine.

Dear Gregory,

Hello darling, I bet you didn’t expect to hear from me so soon. I hate to say that I missed you, but there just to be something missing that isn’t just a part of my scalp or sleep. I know it must be so hard finding a Valentine since your wife left you, but don’t worry. Since you interest me so much, I am telling you that we have dinner reservations for tonight. Meet me on Baker Street. Quite the meeting spot, isn’t it? There will be a car waiting near the end just for you. You have better be there by 7PM sharp or there will be consequences.♥

Anonymously send me a url, and I’ll tell you what I think of them!

Send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together

Pro:

I love you (not that I ever told you or even plan on it) 

I’m a very quick learner

It would be more about your pleasure than mine

You’d be my first

I would know for sure you were actually attracted to me

It might bring us closer

I’d make you breakfast the next morning (I can actually cook contrary to popular belief)

Cons:

I’m a virgin so I’m not sure I’d actually be any good

I would be sacred it would put you off of me after

I would become attached more than I already am and it would constantly cause me to worry you will change your mind about us

Send me ‘X’ and my character will react to waking from a daze to discover your character beaten within an inch of their lives at my character feet, and with blood on my character’s knuckles.

It only made sense that they would pit the two men against each other, a fight to the death or however they wanted to view it. Looking at the gun that had been placed on the table before him, Lestrade picked it up. He could almost feel the sniper's hand relax on his own rifle from where he was hidden in the shadows. Looking at Sherlock with an odd sort of smile, his fingers played along the cool metal of the pistol. "Sherlock Holmes is a great man... and the world was lucky enough to see him become a good one," he said, voice loud enough to carry through the entire place. Looking down at the gun in his hands, the former inspector swallowed thickly. "To deprive the world of a man like that would be the greatest tragedy ever repeated in this century. So, if the choice is my life or his..." With skilled hands, Lestrade dropped the magazine from the gun and took it apart, tossing the pieces onto the table. "I choose to give mine." With a final smile, he waited for the shot.

Sherlock stumbled to his feet as the gun was placed before Lestrade. He had to admit he never thought the older male was in shape- good enough to him a good work through. When he saw the smile on Lestrade's lips -Sherlock knew what he was going to do long before he spoke. His heart tugged and he sucked in a sharp breath, no, no- Not him- not Lestrade, Sherlock thought. Sherlock felt the heavy weight of John's old handgun in his pocket and knew what he had to do- since Lestrade's speech wasn't long enough to thoroughly thinking out any other plans of escape. 

"Greg," Sherlock said slowly shifting his hand into his pocket, "You're about the biggest idiot I've ever met- But you are also the most kindest and smartest man on in the Yard, and with that I must tell you I am very- very sorry about this."