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As much as I've got to admit that I'm lowkey very fond of this detail, it still doesn't make any sense to me. I've looked it up and V.R. is apparently supposed to stand for Victoria Regina, the queen during Sherlock Holmes' time
But Sherlock isn't interested in politics at all. Why would he be patriotic enough to shoot the queen's initials into his walls?? Maybe it's just something random cause he didn't have anything better to use instead, but I doubt that the queen would be of enough significance for him to even use it randomly🧍 I mean why would Sherlock feel the need to pay homage to her?
I’m the one who requested this so thank you!! Also, I’m new to Tumblr, so, hello all!
I had a super amazing idea that I can't get out of my head. How about a cute little story with Sherlock (RDJ) going into the future and finding his long lost love, who he's been looking for for years? Thank you in advance.
None of this made sense. How was he here?
One moment he was in the flat. John had been there with him. They were discussing a case. Clues were missing, but Sherlock was sure he knew where to look. He told John to be at the flat 9PM sharp.
John left. He remembers that. He saw him go.
So, how did Sherlock end up here?
Everything was different. New. Dozens of cars were on the road. People were wearing unusual things. They had odd devices in their hands.
This wasn’t the London he was used to.
He stood there alone on the street. Thoughts were rushing through his head. He looked around hoping to find clues as what was happening. Across the street was a shop. Newspapers were on display just outside. He rushed over and grabbed one.
The date.
How could this be?
2020.
How could it be 2020?
He dropped the paper and turned around sharply, walking swiftly up the street. He cared very little for others and tried to find something familiar.
Though many of the buildings had changed, the streets had not. Once he knew what street he was on, he could himself again.
Baker Street. He would go there.
Without means for public transport, he walked. It was a long walk, but the relief of seeing the street made him happy.
He saw where the flat was supposed to be.
Now he was lost again.
Not only was the flat not there, it hadn’t been for some time, but there was someone standing outside it. They were looking up at the window with their hands in their pockets.
He felt strange.
This couldn’t be who he thought it was. Sherlock had lost you so long ago. He often ended up talking to himself in the flat because he couldn’t accept you were no longer by his side. You disappeared completely after a case and he never found you.
He matter what he did, he never found you.
He walked slowly. Never looking away. He feared of be did, you would vanish. He didn’t want this to be a dream because he wouldn’t be able to handle that.
“Y/N?”
You turn and smile. It is you. You look just as gorgeous as you always had.
“Hello Sherlock. You found me.”
He said nothing as he raised his hand and poked you. Twice.
You chuckle. “I’m here, Sherl.” You grab his hand and place a kiss to his skin. It feels so warm and real.
“How?”
“I don’t know. I was knocked out. When I came to, I was here. London is so strange now, at least compared to what it was, but I find my way. Not everything has changed so drastically.”
“You were gone.”
“I know.” You lose the smile. “I know, and it hurt me to have left you behind. I looked for you, called for you, but you’re no more than a story in 2020. The flat isn’t the flat any more. I felt so lost when I found out.” You nearly cried.
Sherlock couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest. He held you.
You grasped onto him.
“I don’t want to leave you again.” You mumble into his shirt.
“I won’t leave you. If I’m going back, you’re coming with me.” He whispers.
“I love you, Sherlock.”
He smiles.
“I love you.”
This new world is strange and different, but not all of it was new. You hadn’t changed. Not really. You loved him all the same.
Could you write a love letter from the RDJ Sherlock for his 'clever girl'. They haven't seen each other in a long time because of quarantine, he didn't know that he was in love with her before but the long separation has made him realize that he may be in love with her but he isn't sure because he has never felt this way before. Thank you!
My clever girl,
What a long time it's been since we last saw one another. I feel like I have been trapped in the flat for years, nevermind months. It's funny how much this bothers me when I know I'm not permitted to go outside, yet any other time I would be alright in the flat for weeks on end.
During this time I have come to realise something. Something that may have always been there, but I was never quite sure. My feelings. Feelings for you.
I've never felt anything like this before, so it's possible the solitude is making me go mad. I hope, however, that all will be clear when we meet again. I just hope it isn't going to be much longer until we do.
Stay safe and well, dear.
Sherlock
Holmes: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Watson: You’re a hazard to society
Irene: And a coward. DO TWENTY.
My fictional boyfriends appreciation post. ♥️
What do I want? I want to find a hidden room in my house and inside there are doors that can take me to any movie/book/television universe where I can fall in love with all my favourite fictional characters.
Happy Birthday to my man!
Tony Stark smiling is one thing I never knew I needed. ♥️
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 would like to just take a moment to appreciate this beautiful image.
Been a while since I've seen these two on my dash. 💕🥺✨
Feeling a lot of feelings about these two today.
Are you happy? At this moment. Are you as happy as you would be on your honeymoon in Brighton?