Hello! I love Tumblr! I just wonder, can you write a short imagine? Like Reader is Greg's daughter and Greg finds that Reader is in relation with Sherlock? I understand, if you donät want or if you donät have time (:
A/N: Not a problem! I hope it’s what you wanted and I hope you enjoy! 😁
“Why is so hot in here?” Sherlock complained, walking into the kitchen of a deceased man.
“That’s probably because I’m here…” Sherlock turned to where the voice was coming from and raised a brow. “I’m joking,” you smirked before that smile was quickly wiped off your face hearing your name being screamed.
“Who exactly are you…?” Sherlock asked as his eyes flickered up and down you.
“I’m Y/N Lestrade, it’s nice to meet you” Sherlock extended his hand, a first for him when he met anyone new. Needless to say Sherlock was intrigued by you. Energy and happiness simply radiated off of you making you, in Sherlocks eyes, glow. You glanced over your shoulder and saw your father standing there looking unamused “I was just coming!”
“Well I wouldn’t have to come and find you if you stayed outside like I asked!” He raised his voice “Car. Now.”
You rolled your eyes and turned back to Sherlock “Arsenic poisoning,” you whispered with a wink to Sherlock before leaving.
The consulting detective blinked in shock as he looked down to the body. You were right.
Later that evening you heard a knock at the door and you opened it finding Sherlock there before he barged into your flat uninvited “Uh hello to you too…” You sarcastically trailed off and shut the door with a slight bang “How did you find out where I live?!”
“Not important,” Sherlock held out his hands “What is important is how you knew that it was arsenic poisoning.”
You shrugged “Isn’t it obvious?” You rhetorically asked “I mean you could smell a hint of garlic as you walked in the door, his mouth had a lot of excess saliva around it, his clothes were dripping in sweat and he was starting to suffer hair loss.”
“The obvious signs…” You both said at the same time and looked at each other with astonished expressions.
Sherlock opened his mouth and shut it again, as if he was looking for the right things to say “Would-” he cut himself off with a nervous smile “Would you like to examine a corpse with me?” He asked.
You smiled and nodded your head, your dad would always keep you away from things like that “I’d love to.”
Three years later you realised that was the most romantic thing Sherlock could have said to you back then. “What are you thinking about?” He asked while lazily trailing his fingers up your bare arm.
“Just you,” you smiled and turned to face him “As usual…” You teased and Sherlock felt a smile form in his face right before he crashed his lips to yours.
You let out a delighted squeal as he rolled on top of you again and held you closer to him “John’s going to be back soon,” you murmured against his skin.
“He’s heard it all before,” Sherlock smirked and you gasped, pulling away slightly “Don’t worry I gave him a pair of noise cancelling earphones for his birthday.” Sherlock pounced on you again and you both intertwined your bare limbs with him under the covers.
“Hey Sherlock, John said just to come up and-” Greg’s voice cut off as he dropped the paperwork he was holding in his hands.
He had caught you both red handed, you were both perfectly frozen in place “Y/N?!” Greg screamed.
“Dad!” You pushed Sherlock off of you “This isn’t what it looks like!”
“Oh really?” Greg asked sounding unconvinced “How long has this been going on for?!” He screamed.
You looked at Sherlock, his face almost as red as yours. Turning back to Greg you uttered out “Three years…”
“Three years?” Greg asked and you nodded “THREE YEARS!” His sudden scream made you jump. “Get up, I’m taking you home.”
“I can’t get up!” You yelled and Greg narrowed his eyes.
“She’s naked!” Sherlock screamed out and you and Greg both slowly turned your head to look at the consulting detective with a murderous glare.
“Dad, I’m not going anywhere,” you told Greg in a firm voice “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Sherlock and I but he makes me so happy. I love him, I really do.”
“And I love Y/N too, Giles-”
“-Greg” you told him though gritted teeth and he quickly corrected himself.
“Greg! I meant Greg!”
Greg let out a long sigh “Fine! Just…I’m just going to act like this never happened.”
“Thanks dad,” you smiled. Greg left and you turned to Sherlock with a small smile.
Sherlock cupped your face and pressed a kiss to you’re forehead “Your dad really is a really good detective, but you’re just really good at everything…” He seductively purred and leaned in to kiss your lips.
“I heard that!”