I NEED MORE!! PLEASE! I NEED MORE!

I NEED MORE!! PLEASE! I NEED MORE!

I was wondering if you might write a fic for the RDJ Sherlock Holmes with a gender neutral reader where in A Game of Shadows the reader gets injured and almost dies and Sherlock confronts the reader and ends up confessing his affections? Or really anything with the RDJ Sherlock Holmes? I'm absolutely starved for content. If you don't want to you can absolutely ignore it please don't feel pressured to do anything with this.

I've been on a block recently and decided to write this in order to get rid of it

requests are closed, though

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x GN Reader

Request: "I was wondering if you might write a fic for the RDJ Sherlock Holmes with a gender neutral reader where in A Game of Shadows the reader gets injured and almost dies and Sherlock confronts the reader and ends up confessing his affections? Or really anything with the RDJ Sherlock Holmes? I'm absolutely starved for content. If you don't want to you can absolutely ignore it please don't feel pressured to do anything with this."

Summary: you get hurt, Sherlock rethinks his priorities

Warnings: mild violence (nothing graphic), bullet wounds

As the sun began to set, you and Sherlock found yourselves deep in the heart of Europe, tracking down the elusive Professor Moriarty. You had always been fascinated by the detective's deductive skills, and had joined him on many of his cases, but this time felt different. Moriarty was a formidable opponent, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

Your fears were soon confirmed when you and Sherlock found yourselves in the midst of a fierce gunfight with Moriarty's men. You tried to keep up with Sherlock's lightning-fast movements, but in the chaos of the battle, you were hit by a stray bullet.

The pain was intense, and you could feel yourself losing consciousness. The last thing you saw before everything went black was Sherlock's concerned face hovering over you.

When you woke up, you were lying in a hospital bed with Sherlock sitting next to you. You tried to sit up, but a wave of pain shot through your body, and you fell back onto the pillows.

"Don't move," Sherlock said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You were lucky to survive."

You looked at him, trying to ignore the pounding in your head. "What happened?"

"You were shot," Sherlock said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "But you're going to be okay."

You knew he was trying to reassure you, but you could see the worry etched on his face. You realized then that you had been foolish to think that you could keep up with him on this dangerous mission.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have come with you."

Sherlock shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous. You're one of the best partners I've ever had. I couldn't have done it without you."

You smiled weakly, feeling a sense of warmth spread through your body at his words. Despite the pain, you felt strangely content lying there next to him.

But as the days went by, you began to notice something different about Sherlock. He was more attentive, more protective, and more affectionate than ever before. You couldn't help but wonder if it was because of your injury.

One day, as he was helping you to sit up, you mustered up the courage to ask him. "Sherlock, why are you being so...nice to me?"

He paused, looking at you with a mix of surprise and hesitation. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're usually so aloof and distant. But ever since I got hurt, you've been different. You've been...caring."

Sherlock took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with emotion. "I suppose... I've realized how much you mean to me. I just couldn't bear the thought of losing you."

You looked at him, stunned. "What are you saying?"

He took your hand in his, his fingers warm and steady. "I'm saying that... I care about you. More than I ever thought possible."

You felt a lump form in your throat as he spoke, the weight of his words settling on you. You had always felt a strong connection to Sherlock, but you never thought he could feel the same way.

"I care about you too," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sherlock leaned in, his lips hovering over yours. "Good," he whispered.

I’m not crying, you are! Also, I’m new to the Peaky Family, too! 

Hi! Welcome to our Peaky family! 🥰💗 I hope you'll have a great time here! If your requests are open, could you please write something about dad!Tommy? I'm dying to read something new with dad!Tommy. His interactions with children always melt my heart!

J.

My little girl

*I do not give consent to steal my work, it is all my original Ideas and hard effort put into writing these. Requests are always welcome and feedback appreciated.*

By: Thomas-Shelby-gurl

Summary: Y/n had gone to help a grieving mother, leaving Tommy to care for their youngest. 

A/n: I’m not necessarily sure of how good this will be, I grew up without a dad so I never really knew what it was like. I tried reading some dad!Tommy fics to kinda understand a little so we will see how this goes. Thank you for the request, it’s my first one and I am fairly excited to write it. Requests are open. I pretty much write anything. I used some lyrics from the song ‘My little girl’ By Tim Mcgraw. That song just touches my soul.

Tommy watched the car pull out of the drive as y/n went to console the wife of one of the Blinders who had lost her son. y/n was one of the most caring people Tommy knew, and that is one reason he admired her so much. 

Before she had left she put their youngest, Elizabeth, down for her nap. Hoping to not totally traumatise her husband with the responsibility of taking care of an 18 month old. 

It had not been even five minutes after y/n had left the house that the soft cries could be heard. 

Tommy had immediately jumped up instinctively rushing to the aid of his daughter. When he entered the room he was met with the sight of Elizabeth, arms hanging over the side of the crib, and small hands opening and closing around nothing but air. He took a few long strides over to where his daughter was, effortlessly picking her up and cradling her in his arms. He bounced her lightly to try to calm her, but nothing seemed to ease the toddler's nerves.

Tommy took in a deep breath, singly softly to the girl.

“You beautiful baby from the outside in, chase your dreams but always know the road that’ll lead you home again. Go on take on this whole world, but to me you know you’ll always be, my little girl.” He sang while gently bouncing her back to sleep. 

Despite his tough outside, he relished moments like this. The sweet moments with his girls, the girls he would give the world for. 

He made his way down the steps, carefully taking one stair at a time as to not wake the little one pressed against him. The couch was his next stop, he slowly eased down into the cushions, pulling a blanket over him and his baby girl.

Y/n approached the steps of their home, the house was silent, and she honestly didn’t know whether to be pleased or terrified. 

She opened the door, and walked in. Soft snores could be heard from a room over.

“Tommy?” She questioned, stopping herself from saying anything further when she saw their daughter cuddled up in her daddy's arms. Yn smiled, a tear slipping down her face. 

They looked so cute, and peaceful. Tommys arms wrapped around the small child, and her right hand reached up, holding onto his hair. 

The picture was everything Yn had always wanted in life, and it was times like these she preserved in her memory, that she branded into a special part of her. 

She set her stuff down, pulling the blanket up more to cover the two.

“I love you both.” She pressed light kisses to the tops of their heads, and went to lay down on the other couch. 

She was warned about being with Tommy, but underneath the shell he had created, was a regular man who just wanted to be loved, and to love. And with those two in his life, he would be set for life.

This movie... Oh, this movie. It melted my heart, then ripped it out of my chest, then threw it on the ground, stomped on it until it was nothing but dust. And Lucas, you have made it onto my list of fictional husbands, a compliment of the highest order.

I just finished watching Jagten with Mads Mikkelsen (an old movie, I know) and I haven't been so angry and fired on about anything in a long time as I was with this movie. I don't want to write it down in detail so I don't want get some hate for my opinion. But I really wanted to hug Mads and take him away, put him in my bedroom and defend him from those idiots.. 😭 Those last two minutes were exactly how I feel among some people around me.

(I don't mean my mutuals here, you are my spiritual support 🕊️)

Like seriously, it was very strong and disturbing movie for me. 😵😵😵

And Mads is so brilliat actor, I really admire him so much. 💖

Returning the favor 😉

I'M ABOUT TO PASS OUT!! ✋😩🔥

Questioning whether or not I should watch this or if it will break my heart like Peaky Blinders did.

Cillian Murphy | The Edge Of Love (2008)

I tend to stay silent for most conversations in social settings, but if you bring up my character crush, I will talk to you like the Energizer Bunny on caffeine and annoy you to the point you wish you never brought them up. *maniacal laugh*