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Sherstrade “I don’t have time to play tour guide”

“Aren’t you always saying you know the city better than anyone else?” Greg leaned back in his chair, watching the pacing detective.

“I don’t have time to play tour guide,” groused Sherlock.

“My cousin is only in town for two days.” Greg got to his feet and wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s waist, nuzzling his neck. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Still grumbling, Sherlock leaned into the touch. “You better.”

“Good.” Greg kissed his cheek. “And taking her to morgue and where the homeless hang out on the Thames doesn’t count as tourism. Though…she might actually enjoy that.”

Sherlock turned in his arms, curiosity in his voice. “Really?”

“Yeah, I think you’ll get along just fine.”

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‘they say if you can’t sleep, it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s dream’ AU where this is scientifically proven to be true

Steve has terrible insomnia after Bucky falls, only getting brief amounts of sleep. He doesn’t realise it’s because, amongst being found and operated on, Bucky’s fevered dreams are of Steve coming to save him

And there are times when Hydra can’t get the Winter Soldier to sleep: they’ll put him in cryo, but he’ll be awake and aware, because Steve’s frozen mind still dreams of him, and the life they could have had, even as he’s buried in Arctic ice

Steve’s insomnia is only occasional, after he’s thawed out – that’s because the Winter Soldier only sometimes remembers him, occasionally dreaming of his laugh, or his smile, or his eyes, but not remembering him completely

The sleeplessness comes back at full force, though, once Bucky’s broken free: they dream of one another all the time, troubled by the fact they’re apart, both lying awake on alternate nights as the other dreams of them – until finally, after decades, they don’t sleep apart anymore

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SEND ME A PAIRING AND A LINE AND I’LL WRITE A FICLET FOR YOU: MorMor – [Flirty] “How about we go back to my place? I’ve got board games.”

“How about we go back to my place? I’ve got board games,” said Sebastian Moran

 Jim Moriarty raised an eyebrow.

“Too much of a Risk?” continued Seb. “Afraid I’ve got a Monopoly on your time?”

"Tiger…..”

“Only one Life after all.”

"Tiger if you don’t shut up there is going to a Blood Bowl very shortly.”

Seb grinned at him. “Guess I better stop before I go Kerplunk then.”

"You should have a Cluedo.”

“Hi Ho Cherry-O, boss.”

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Mormor “How would you like to be full of holes?”

“How would you like to be full of holes?” asked Jim.

Seb didn’t even blink. “It was just a simple question, boss.”

“’<i>How would you like a cat?</i>’ The only feline I better find around here is you, Tiger.” Jim stalked towards him.

Shrugging, Seb leaned back on the couch, one hand casualy resting on the gun he kept behind it. Jim crossed the room and straddled his lap. “You’re the only pet I want and need. And I am immune to kittens.”

“Puppies too, bosss?”

“What, a guard Tiger isn’t enough? Now shut up and don’t bring it up again.”

Seb wrapped his arms around Jim’s waist and nibbled on his shoulder. When a mangy dog started hanging around a few days later, neither of them made mention of it.

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Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones – “Oops, did I do that?.. Oh well.”

Jack was fixing Ianto with his fiercest glare. “This is ridiculous.”

Ianto was unphased as he pinned the schedule to the board. “Oops, did I do that?…Oh well, everyone else has gone for the night.”

“I’m not cleaning up after the pterydactal every night for the next two weeks.”

“Well Gwen is on vacation with Rhys, Tosh did it last time, Owen and I have each had a turn.” He gave Jack a smile. “The shovel is in the cupboard, sir.”

Myfawny gave a cry from somewhere up above them. Jack turned a baleful eye in her direction as Ianto made a swift and silent exit.

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Mystrade with “You look like you could use a hand.” :D

Greg had noticed the red headed student around campus a few times, but had never found an opportunity to say hello. Now he looked like had his hands full with some presentation or other.“You look like  you could use a hand,” he said, taking one of the bulkier objects from him.

He got a glare in response, but there wasn’t an effort to take it back either. “Greg Lestrade,” he said with a warm smile.

“Mycroft Holmes, and you’re the captain of the rugby team. I know who you are.”

Greg shrugged. “Major presentation today?”

“Obviously.” Mycroft started walking again, letting Greg trail in his wake. Apparently he wasn’t worried about Greg running off with his stuff. They went into the classroom and Mycroft set things down before taking it from Greg and starting to set things up.

Greg watched him a moment, but since Mycroft was clearly busy, he turned to leave.

“Gregory? Would you mind dropping this at the library for me?” Mycroft offered a book.

“Sure. See you around.” Greg took it and left him too it. The book was some dense tome about foreign policy by the looks of things. As Greg stepped outside he shifted the book in his hands and a piece of paper nearly fell out.

Smiling, Greg pulled it free and opened it, glancing back at the building before pocketing Mycroft’s phone number.