Okay, But Why He Kinda.......

Okay, but why he kinda.......

Sherlock Holmes (Kitamura Ryo) in Moriarty The Patriot Stage Play: Case 2 ②

Please! If you haven't already, go and listen to this music. It's cured me of my writer's block, it's beautiful, and it's like stepping through a time machine!!

Tagging a few of my mutuals and friends here! @zablife @izabesworld @cillmequick @look-at-the-soul @runnning-outof-time

Lost count of how many times I've watched this.

This is fluffy in more ways than one. 

Sleep Easy

Death x Reader

"Mi amor, are you alright?” His worried eyes glowed red in the dark, and after waking up from that nightmare, they were the last thing you wanted to see.

A/N: Thank you for the love on the first 'x reader' I wrote! Here's some Death comforting a gn!reader who had a nightmare because I refuse to sleep. Also it's a tiny bit sad, but mostly soft. I think for this form of writing, I'm going to roll with this sort of short 'slice of life' style content. I gave it some thought, and I decided to have my askbox open for requests. I'm still trying to figure out how to write Muerte, but if anyone is interested, my askbox is open. Request guidelines will in my pinned post.

When you woke up in the middle of night, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes shot open and the world around you was dark. The outlines of the objects in the room were barely taking shape. You felt a pressure around you, but you were freezing cold. All you could hear was your rapid heartbeat and your breathing. And you felt so out of breath. Air came in short and quick breaths, but your chest felt tight at the same time.

Firm paws surrounded you and drew you in close, soft fur surrounding you.

“Mi amor, are you alright?”

Oh. This is real. This is real, you thought as you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. You fell asleep in Death’s arms that night, that’s right. And he was always cold, so that’s why you felt so cold. His body was wrapped around you protectively, shielding you away from the rest of the world. But there was tenderness in the surety of the way he held you. The wolf pulled you in closer, and you realized you were shaking. You took a small peek up.

His worried eyes glowed red in the dark, and after waking up from that nightmare, they were the last thing you wanted to see. You peeled away from his arms and turned your back towards him. You could feel him falter as you pulled the blankets closer to yourself. “I’m fine.”

“Pardon me, for prying,” Death murmured quietly, caressing your hair with a finger, “But I’m pretty sure you’re lying to yourself right now.”

“I’m lying to you,” you huffed. “There’s a difference.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Love, look at me.” You remained where you were, trying to get some semblance of warmth in your still-shaking body. “Look at me.” Your head was pounding. “Look at me.” With these last words, he pulled you around towards him.

His eyes were intense and by their light, bright in the total darkness of the room, you could see his forehead creased in worry. Wordlessly, he drew you back in, rubbing your back with one hand while pressing you closer with the other.

“Breathe. In.” You deeply inhaled as his chest rose. “And out.” You breathed out with him. You could hear him lick his lips as your breathing slowed, and at last, you sighed deeply.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You were afraid.” He pulled you away, and you looked up at his eyes again. There was…guilt in them now. “Were you afraid of me?”

You buried your face back into his fur. You couldn’t look at him and say what you felt. “Maybe,” you said quietly into his chest. The cold was nice. It cleared your head a bit.

“Lo siento,” he said into the dark, shifting his head so it was on top of yours. “I know I can be a bit…scary.”

“No, no, it’s not like that,” you explained, trying to peel yourself away again. This time, you were unsuccessful; his arms wouldn’t budge. “I…I had a bad dream.”

“I don’t know what it’s like to dream,” Death whispered, “But I hate the idea of something like that frightening you so much. The idea that there are monsters I can’t protect you from.” 

With this having been said, he was the one who pulled away from you. The weight of the bed shifted, and all of a sudden, he was gone. You pulled the blankets closer to you as you sat up and tried to readjust your eyes to the dark and find him. Footsteps. Soft rustling. There. There were his beautiful red eyes, less scary than the first time you saw them. He was there, on your side of the bed. He put something over your head. It was warm. You felt the fabric between your fingers and exhaled softly. “Your poncho.”

The wolf hummed and whistled a slow and soft tune as he crept back into bed. Your mind slowly began to rest until he finished his song. You turned over to face each other. His eyes were soft. He caressed your cheek. “No monster will get you in this.”

“There are no monsters,” you corrected, “there are no monsters when you’re here.” Death drew you back into the dark, and you fell asleep in his arms again.

Daddy!Tommy is literally one of my favourite subgenres of Peaky Blinders fanfics to read. He's always so sweet and loving and my whole heart just explodes. In short, I need to marry him immediately. 

Ahh, Cia!! Thank you for this lovely little gif!!! This scene between Tommy and Charlie was sweet (even with the underlying sadness of the circumstances they were placed in) - I figured why not do what I do best and spin it into some fluff?? There’s no warnings on this - it’s just a little conversation that popped into my head after I was watching the gif for a bit. Enjoy! 🥰

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“Why are you feeding him that, Thomas?” (Y/N) asks after standing straight just in time to see her husband hand her son a sprig of leaves.

“It’s nothing that’ll hurt him, love,” Tommy answered, brushing off his wife’s concern.

“You’re going to spoil his dinner with it. The food’s almost finished,” she pointed out, motioning to the pot that was hanging over the fire.

“It’s only a few mint leaves,” he stated, glancing back at Charlie just in time to see him put yet another leave into his mouth, “he’s not going to get full on it alone.” He couldn’t deny that the young boy was really enjoying eating the mint leaves.

“If he’s like his father, he will,” she couldn’t help but say, a smirk forming on her face even though she tried hard to hold it back.

Tommy said nothing in response, only letting the slightest grin form on his face as he put another leaf into his mouth. There was no way he could argue her point…what (Y/N) said most certainly wasn’t wrong.

I WASN’T EXPECTING TO CRY TODAY!