#moriarty brothers x reader

[imvriix]

I just recently got into Moriarty and I'm am HOOKED

If your reqs are still open; hcs of the Moriarty brothers with artist s/o? Like first meeting and such

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𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔶 .

summary ;; — the moriarty brothers had no major or significant interest in art, until yours spoke to them personally.

featuring + contains ;; — the moriarty trio with artist! gn! so, ( seperate ) house husband louis, first meeting scenario for william and albert.

a/n ;; — i enjoyed writing this way more than i thought i would.

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— william moriarty

he found art interesting, though he didn't pursue it as a hobby himself.

what he enjoyed about it was analysing the peice, thinking of what had inspired the artist and what the meaning and story of the art was, finding this out through the various forms of symbolisation. this was how he became a fan of yours.a small gallery had opened up in town, and he had time to spare, leading him to the doors of the building.

after admiring some of the works hung up, he eventually found one specific piece that caught his attention immediately.he found it mesmerising, every small flick and detail added more and more tension in the drawing, forcing the one looking at the art to feel certain ways. including him.

he analysed it for ages, but it told so many different stories. it was the work of a genius, and he was shocked for feeling so strongly due to a peice of art.

and before he knew it, the gallery shut down for the night. he spent more of his time than he would've preferred due to wracking his brains to figure out what made this art differ to the many other peices. he looked at the corner and memorised the small signature, vowing to return and hunt down more of your works.

he came back again, hoping to see more, and he did. he wasnt sure how each seemed even better than the ones he'd see before them, but it surprisingly sparked pure interest in him. you were walking through the gallery when you had stopped to watch someone stare blankly at a work of yours. he was unblinking and unmoving, reminding you of a statue. perhaps you could use that as an idea for your next work.

silently, you walked to stand next to him and stare at the peice before the two of you as well. " caught your interest? " you asked, smiling as he nodded, his eyes never wandering from what was in front of him, " i found a work made by this artist yesterday and i spent the whole day looking at it, im glad they have more in the gallery. "

" hm? what makes it so interesting? " you suppressed a laugh, " it tells more than one story and actually provokes emotion in the person admiring the peice, it has no set intention of the true meaning of the artwork, leaving it up to the admirer to deside. "

" and am i to asume that you are the said admirer? " you asked as he smiled, side eyeing you, " i suppose you could. "

" im glad to have an admirer then. im y/n l/n. " you introduced, smirking as his eyes widened and his head finally turned towards you. the small signature on the work sure did look like it said y/n. after a few seconds of processing this, he smiled, " william moriarty. its a pleasure to meet the one behind these drawings. " he said as you crossed your arms and laughed lightly, " and its a pleasure to meet my first admirer as well. "

he was surprised when he saw a charcoal drawing of a statue holding a miniature earth in its hands, the statue staring intently at the world as the multiple eyes on the earth stared back, lines drawn from under his hair while being attached to the mini earth. he admired this concept rather than being surprised by it, but what surprised him was the statue looking like him, though you left out some details to not make it as obvious to the average admirer.

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— louis moriarty

he's a total clean freak and has an unhealthy obsession with committing himself to house chores.

this was never a big problem for either of you, you were happy with working and he was happy with devoting himself to house work. you also didnt really mind him going through your things in order to tidy up, you had nothing to hide from him anyways. you werent a messy person, you were considered pretty neat actually, but louis just doesn't get any sleep at night if he doesnt go over everything in the house two times. but it made him happy, so you didn't care much.

due to you working till late and him refusing to sleep without you in his arms, he often woke up after you left for work. he preferred to be awake to atleast make you breakfast or something, but whenever you did, you pushed him back into bed, tucked him into the sheets and kissed his forehead, all while telling him to get a few more hours of sleep.

a lot of the time, you got ready way earlier than you actually needed to, giving you some extra time to wake yourself up and prepare for the day ahead. one of your favourite things to do in order to do that was draw. more specifically, usually your husband.

you had gotten yourself a small sketchbook a while back, you were always fond of sketching whatever little thing that caught your eye, and louis was very, extremely cute while he slept. his hair was messy and he was almost always curled up and balled up the sheet to use as your replacement when you werent there with him.

you werent sure if you should feel creepy for watching and drawing him while he slept, but he was so pretty that you just couldnt resist sketching him out every once in a while. you would draw other things, like small bits you remembered from dreams, flowers you saw while you were out, etc.

you were off work for a day due to being ill, you just decided to rest and enjoy not being at work while you could. after eating the soup louis had made for you, you fell asleep in his gentle embrace, and soon after, he did as well. he woke up a couple hours later, his arm protectively curled around you as you tried to escape the shivers going through your body by hiding in his chest. he yawned sleepily, gently kissing your forehead as he slowly sat up.

he let you catch up on your energy and decided to clean the room. you hadn't bothered with it much since you felt too sick to ever sit up properly without collapsing back onto the mattress. while sorting through your desk, he saw a small book in one of the drawers. the pages threatened to crease, so he opened it and smoothed the pages out properly.

he was surprised to be met with multiple drawings, most sketches in pencil and some in ink. he didnt know you drew as a hobby, he flipped through the pages as he took in every small drawing. he was even more surprised to find some of himself.

you were calm about him finding your sketchbook, but you didnt know why he seemed so surprised, both at the facts like you could draw in the first place and that he never knew.

even more that you drew him.

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— albert moriarty

the weather was nice and he didnt have much to do, so he decided to walk around town and enjoy the nice, sunny weather. what he didnt expect was to find someone mindlessly and passionately scribbling away on paper, looking up every so often to try and copy what you saw.

he slightly peeked over and saw you faintly yet quickly drawing shapes to try and get an accurate sketch of the scenery first. he wondered if he should go and talk to you, he didnt have anything else to do anyways. he walked towards you and sat next to you on the bench.

you looked up from the paper on your knees, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear. he smiled at you, you tried to return it although you were confused, " im sorry, do i know you?.. " you asked, hesitantly. he shook head, " no, i was just curious of what you were drawing. " he said as you nodded, " im just drawing this place, although it does look a bit all over the place at the moment. i like to do a quick messy sketch before actually neatening it up and adding details. " you explained as he nodded.

you seemed to know what you were doing, he noted, so he asked, " do you draw a lot? " you smiled gently," yes, its one of my hobbies. though im a bit impatient at first, " you looked at the messy sketch on the paper, " i mostly enjoy taking my time after the sketch is done with and i can actually turn it into a proper drawing. "

" i dont blame you for drawing this part of town in particular, the weather seems ro brighten it up and bring it back to life. " he carried on with the conversation, " yes, thats the reason i felt like i had to capture the moment. it looks much more alive, but i suppose it must be having a bigger impact on me because im from a different city. "

his eyes widened slightly as you returned to drawing, " you arent from here? " he asked as you shook your head, biting your lip in concentration, " no, ive moved here so i can live a bit closer to my family and actually make a living off of my art. "

" so you're that passionate about it. " he realises, sitting back and enjoying your company, " im not good at many other things, the only thing i excel at is art, so thered be no point in pursuing a career in anything but. " "it seems like you've been sitting here for some time now, why not join me at a café? " he asked as you smiled, " of course. " you accepted, putting away your pencil and tucking your sketchbook into your bag.

he stood up and outstretched his hand towards you, which you accepted.

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[wizardfrog69]

Hello! Can I request Moriarty The Patriot characters including Mycroft as fathers? Like would they be protective, caring, would they spoil them a lot yk just general things basically🤭

Omg that's such I cute idea, I'm always too lazy to include mycroft but I'll include him this time.

'•.¸♡mtp men as fathers♡¸.•'

Mtp x gn!reader (if I make reference to the reader but idk)

Fluff :)

Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, John, Mycroft.

Enjoy!

William James Moriarty:

He will be such an excellent father, but won't pay as much attention to the child as he would like.

He is a maths professor so he'll teach his children about maths obviously, but he is occupied by his work at time and cannot spend as much time as he would like.

He will also teach them on like equality and decent human respect and how everyone should be treated equally because at the end of the day we are all homosapiens and shouldn't judge each other due to nasty stereo types and rumours.

Basically his child(ren) are well educated but still go to school cuz like they need to.

Also Louis teaches them basic kitchen skills.

Over all 9/10 father, the whole underground situation isn't the best regarding children yk

Louis James Moriarty:

He is protective as hell, like the house is baby proofed till the child is six or something.

But he will let the child explore its surroundings, especially in nature.

He's they type of guy to baby proof the plastic containers but let them walk to the very edge of a cliff yk.

He wouldn't actually let that happen but you get what I'm trying to say hopefully.

He child grows up around the smell of tea and obviously that's the only thing they drink.

Also he teaches them basic and simple culinary skills!

Louis also would educate his child(ren) about decent human respect and the child's uncle, William will teach them math in his spare time.

9/10 again the very deadly line of work thing isn't the best regarding children yk.

Albert James Moriarty:

He spoils them, need I say more?

Also he encourages them to play with other kids from lower classes.

He would be the most serious about tho and his drinking habits need to be reduced.

The child can't have such influences on its little mind.

Its uncles teach him a lot of things but Albert also contributes.

8/10 after, this time his legal and illegal line of work also his drinking habits, we don't want the child to grow up to be drinking alcohol 24/7.

Sherlock Holmes:

He is the fun dad, like all the kids love him.

But he can be low key scary when serious/angry but other than that he's chill yk.

John is child's favourite uncle, and it thinks Mycroft is low key scary.

Also Ms Hudson gives little Holmes candy cuz she can never resist the little kid.

It's the only reason why Sherlock isn't on the streets.

Also he spoils the kid.

7/10 father, he's like broke, smokes way too much, also his line of work isn't the safest (he got arrested and almost killed someone) but he will try and be careful.

John H. Watson:

He's an amazing father, he's really caring and soft.

He might spoil the child on a rare occasion but nothing too much.

Also if he thinks he'll endanger himself being sherlock's partner or like assistant idk but whatever he is to sherlock during working hours, he'll quit.

He doesn't trust sherlock with his child, like at all, he thinks sherlock will drop it or something.

10/10 father, he makes the child his first priority and shouldn't get shot death regarding his line of work.

Sebastian Moran:

I cannot see him as a father, like at all.

Mycroft Holmes:

He a stubborn father, but he has a soft spot for his child, it's honestly so sweet.

Like he would low key spoil the child but not too much and he'll be a very caring father.

Although when he gets mad or overly irritated the child is told to stop whatever they are doing in a harsher tone and either get told to go to their room or something similar depending on what they are doing.

But he apologise to the child and tells them what they did wrong.

His child will definitely grow up to have manners.

9/10 father, he gets irritated a bit too much.

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Sorry but bond isn't in here as well :(

I hope the request is to your liking tho!

Take care of yourself as much as you can and have a good day/night!

-love, tired Az :) <3

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[neontokyoo]

Hii can I request headcanons of being mycroft’s and sherlock’s spoiled little sister?<3

Of course! This one was a lot of fun to write because I grew up with two older brothers who are huge Holmes kins, so I hope you like it. Lmao 💙

Pairing: Sherlock & Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Relationship: siblings

Genre: headcanons (does that count?)

Summary: Your the younger sister of the Holmes brothers.

Birth:

Sherlock and Mycroft weren’t very excited when they were told that they would be older brothers. Sherlock absolutely hated the idea of a new baby—afraid of having another brother—and Mycroft didn’t really mind, but he also didn’t want another brother because he didn’t want to have to deal with another Sherlock.

The boys much rather have a dog than a sibling.

But the pregnancy was different than the other two, so their parents had a strong feeling that the baby would be a girl instead.

When Sherlock and Mycroft heard about the baby possibly being a girl, they became even more excited.

They had a little babydoll that they named “Baby Pink”, and they took turns taking care of her throughout their mother’s pregnancy.

Well, until they ended up fighting over it and accidentally ripped its head off

They felt really guilty and came up with the conclusion that if they couldn’t even take care of a doll, they weren’t at all ready for a baby sister.

But when you were finally born, they weren’t able to ever let you go.

Once you were, like, nine months old, your mother had to yell at the boys to put you down and let you do things on your own.

You were never going to be able to walk or anything at this rate.

Sometimes they were caught trying to take you to school with them.

Since they couldn’t take you with them anywhere, they were constantly bragging about you to their friends.

Childhood:

The older you got, the more protective the boys became.

Whenever you went anywhere, you were always sandwiched between your brothers while they gave dirty looks to anyone who dared to look at you.

You know the “scary dog” videos on TikTok? That’s exactly what it is.

It got even worse when you started bringing friends home.

Your father had bought a Courting Candle after it was confirmed that he would be having a daughter, and, despite the purpose of the candle, your brothers would use it for the friends you bought home and purposely make the candle last five minutes.

As you can tell, Mycroft and Sherlock don’t like sharing.

Early Adulthood:

When it was finally time for your father to actually use the courting candle, your brothers did everything they could to sabotage your dates.

They were constantly being assholes towards your suitors—making snide remarks and asking uncomfortable questions, etc.—just to make them leave early.

Sometimes they’d even go as far as making the suitor look bad in front of your father just to get him to lower the candle.

Other:

Whenever you’re bored and want to tag along with someone, Mycroft and Sherlock are always fighting over who gets to take you to work.

They put someone in the hospital once just because they were flirting with you.

They’re even more protective when they take you to work. They’ll take you to work, but won’t always let you do anything for “safety reasons”.

You probably weren’t able to get married until you were, like, 23–when most girls are already courting by the age of 14-15.

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[moriartyluver]

Hi! May I request a Louis x Reader where we just SMOTHER him with love and affection? Maybe a scenario where he's feeling a bit down or tired. Maybe we're in the bedroom and we're caressing his cheeks while just saying a lot of words of affirmation and physical touch. One where he's not saying anything while we just hit him with the most reassuring words of encouragement anybody has ever said to him and he's holding back tears while we look at him with the softest eyes he had ever seen. You can add any other characters if you want ofc! (since ur the author and u have full control) have a good day/night! (Also sorry if my English isn't very good I'm still learning)

A/N: your English is great anon! I honestly wouldn’t have guessed you weren’t a native speaker! Thank you for your request btw! I love Louis sm <3 I also added a few other characters as a little treat. Sorry if it took longer than expected! READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL

Character: Louis J Moriarty x reader, William J Moriarty x reader, Albert J Moriarty x reader (separate)

Genre: (almost tooth-rotting) fluff, comfort

Prompt: comforting the Moriarty brothers after a long day

Format: Drabble + scenarios

Warnings: ptsd episode (in William’s) and mentions of suicide (William again)

—Louis J. Moriarty who had a bad day with all the work being done around the manor and Sebastian slacking off while William hadn’t been taking care of himself. He’s sick of being the responsible adult who has to take care of everyone. He just wants to be comforted and held (don’t we all?). That’s where you come in. He loves you more than anything. You’re always there for him.

“Had a bad day ,love?” You asked Louis as he sat down on your bed.

He was evidently tired. You could tell his reckless brothers had been stressing him out and Sebastian really hadn’t been helping with all his drinking. Fred told you he thought he wasn’t doing well once you came back home and you made it your duty, as his lover, to take care of the poor boy.

“Yeah..I’m fine, dear…” he lied. He avoided your gaze. You had seen right through him.

“You sure?” You said, placing a hand on Louis’ thigh. He chewed on his lip, secretly warming into your touch, hoping you’d give him a hug, a kiss, anything really. He was so tired and he just wanted you to comfort him.

He nodded with a hum but was interrupted by your arms enveloping his sleepy form. He was surprised at first but returned the affectionate gesture and leaned into you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Liar.” You smiled as you reached over to his cheek and started caressing it.

Your lover tried to hide his embarrassed face but you lifted his face to yours and peppered him in kisses, leaving him blushing like crazy.

“You don’t have to tell me how your day was but it might feel better to let a few things of your chest?” You suggested after giving him a kiss on his forehead and letting him snuggle into you.

“ ‘m just feeling a bit down.” His muffled voice said

“Alright, darling,” you smiled, running your fingers through his soft dirty blonde locks. “Honestly, I don’t know anyone who’s stronger than you. You keep everything in order and I don’t know how on earth you can put up with Moran’s whines sometimes.” You laughed.

At this point, his eyes have a shimmer on them and his eyelashes had grown wet with this tears. He was holding back sobs as you held him close to your warm and comforting body.

After more words of adoration and affirmation, you lifted his chin, leading him to face your soft smile.

“I love you more than anything.”

(He cried in your arms after that while you wondered what you did wrong)

—William J Moriarty who had a minor ptsd episode while you were in the garden with Fred and he was in his office. You walk in just in time and comfort him as his lovely spouse. What would he do without you? (He’d kill himself.)

“(Name)? Where are you going?” Fred asked as you rose from your previous kneeling position beside him.

“I don’t know..I just have a feeling somethings off. I’m gonna go check on Liam..” you said, rushing back into the house. You trusted your intuition, you really did but sometimes you doubted it. Why would your gut instinct tell you to go into William’s office when you were meant to be hanging out with Fred and admiring his flowers?

Fred nodded as he watched you run into the house. You and William had such a strong bond, it honestly kept surprising them at times. Whenever he was sick, William would refuse to be seen by anyone else but you, who forcefully nursed him back to health. William barely could ever sleep unless you were there beside him. Perhaps you had become a telepath too.

Once the door to William’s office swung open, you scanned the room for your lover. He wasn’t sat at his desk which made you worried. As you walked into the room, you could hear muffled sniffles and crys. You turned in the direction of the sounds to see William crumpled on the floor beside his desk, clearly upset and panicky. As his lover, you had been told of his childhood before but didn’t understand the true extent of how much his past had haunted him until that moment.

“William…?” You called out to him. Panic was mildly evident in your voice but you tried to remain calm for his sake. You didn’t want to worry the others so you decided to take care of him by yourself.

He was shivering and crying, completely disconnected from reality.

You knelt beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, letting him know that you were there. Never having witnessed William in such a state before meant that you didn’t know what exactly you were meant to do so you treated the incident as a more severe version of a panic attack (mind you, in the Victorian era, nobody knew ptsd existed and mental health issues were treated very poorly. Most people were ‘exorcised’ if they were traumatised or going through a manic episode)

You grabbed a blanket that was discarded on the couch and draped it over him, holding his head close to your chest while you rubbed his back, easing him along and waiting for his breathing to steady. You could feel his hands gripping the back of your clothes as he continued crying into your chest. He was somewhat ashamed that you had seen him like that. He was so used to being strong for you and William never would have hoped you’d see it.

You continued reassuring him through physical affection and your words while your lover calmed down slowly. You sat him on the couch with you and stroked his hair while he clung to your body, refusing to let you see his pretty tear stained face. You played with his hair while he tried to tell you what had happened only a few moments before you entered the room. He was scared. Scared of being a bad person.

William was the kindest and most empathetic man you knew. He always did what he believed to be the best for others and was there for you when you needed him. Surely, a man like him could never be bad. And you told him exactly that.

He felt so lucky to have you. You were there when he was at his lowest and reassured him of his worth. You were so good to him.

(When Fred came to check up on the two of you out of curiosity, he found William asleep in your arms and you laying underneath him. Bonde also happened to be there and if Victorian cameras were more advanced, he would totally have taken multiple pictures of such a sentimental scene)

—Albert J Moriarty who had came back from a party full of morally bankrupt nobles, irritated to the bone and in desperate need of being able to rant to his lover while laying his head down in their lap.

“Welcome back, darling.” You greeted your husband.

As the oldest son of the Moriarty family, he held the responsibility of attending numerous events with other nobles, on top of the work he had to do for the military intelligence and the Lord of crime all at once.

You could tell that he didn’t have a fun time at the recent ball. You knew of the nobles who were hosting it and…to say the least they were on the Lord of crime’s hitlist….

“Incredibly glad to be back.” He gave you a tired smile and hung up his blazer, removing the rest of his formal wear as soon as he shut the door to your shared bedroom.

“They were annoying, weren’t they?”

“Mhm..your lucky you didn’t have to go.” He murmured, putting on some more comfortable clothes “still, I wish I had some decent company in such a filthy place..”

“I really wish I could have gone with you, baby, but I was busy helping Moran..” an idea popped into your head like a shiny lightbulb glowing above you. “How about you tell me all about it while you lay your head down in my lap?”

This wasn’t the first time you had offered this form of affection. It wasn’t strange for it to be the other way round either. After a few moments of silence, Albert plopped his head onto your soft thighs, almost as though he were a cat. His chocolate coloured locks cascaded over your upper legs as he shifted around, trying to get comfortable.

“God, how can I even begin to start on how bad these nobles were…when we were dancing, one of the noblemen knocked into a servant who was serving drinks and she apologised immediately even though it wasn’t her fault and the nobleman started yelling at her in front of everyone, with no shame..!” You listened attentively while your lover rambled on. You played with his hair and even braided a small part of it while he continued talking, his beautiful voice echoing against the walls of the room.

“Are you listening ,love?” He asked, pulling your hand away from his hair and over to his lips, placing a soft kiss against the back of your hand.

“As always, dear.” You smiled sincerely.

Moments like these were always the most comforting with Albert, a man plagued by his obsession with perfection. He didn’t care when he was with you, at least not a lot, anyways.

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[ha1taniwh0re]

Hello! Can I request headcanons of Dazai and Chuuya meeting fem reader’s two older brothers who are exactly like Sherlock and Mycroft and are extremely doting and protective of her? Basically reader grew up with really wealthy but almost always working and are on business trips parents so the brothers always took extra care of her and they have dinner together every Friday (the Friday dinners are when the boys meet her brothers)<3🤭

Of course darling. I love this idea

I will use Sherlock’s and Mycroft’s names for this bc I don’t have idea for reader’s brothers names🥹

Well first I think they would be nervous but wouldn't show it. You know Dazai was/ Chuuya is a mafia member after all.

So Sherlock would laugh with Dazai/Chuuya when you are looking but soon as you are looking somewhere else his stare is like “I don’t trust you brother, do something to her and you are dead”.

Sherlock would hide his protective side from you but on the other hand Mycroft says everything.

Four of you were sitting at your brother’s house. Sherlock and Mycroft were really quiet this night.

“You are really quiet tonight brothers”, you said giggling.

“Well I was waiting for the end of the night to say this but listen here buddy. Im not happy that my sister is dating someone with mafia things. If some of your enemies do something to my little sis I will definitely get you in jail I hope you understand that”, Mycroft said.

Dazai

“I won’t let anyone go near my lovely y/n. Not even my friends”, Dazai said.

“Yeah right we will see that” Sherlock said.

“Sherly~!!! My my… you guys don’t need to be this protective about me!! How do you expect me to get marry?” You said.

Your brothers looked at you with dead eyes.

“You thought you will get married?” They asked at the same time.

Three of them started laughing and you were a little mad.

Chuuya

“I am the mafia member. I have faced scarier people than you”. Chuuya said.

“KHM!!!!” you said.

Chuuya looked at you and understand everything.

“But I will be carful with your sister. She is in good hands” he said and looked at you.

Your brothers looked at you and than at your boyfriend.

“Short but bad. I like him”, Sherlock said.

“IM NOT SHORT” your boyfriend said.

Brothers just looked at him and laughed.

#anime #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot x reader #sherlock holmes #big brother mycroft #mycroft holmes #dazai headcanons #dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader

[xxelfmamaxx]

I wanted to end the world, but I'll settle for ending yours.

-William James Moriarty

(This post is also for @chuuyas-beloved)

#william james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #moriarty brothers #william james moriarty x y/n #albert james moriarty #moriarty x reader #sherlock x moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty

[bokunosoul]

The temptation to fricking write smut for my favorite anime characters👹👹👹👹 should i write smvt?

#moriarty the patriot #jujutsu kaisen #black clover #anime x reader #anime #black butler #yuno grinberryall #nozel silva #fuegoleon vermillion #sebastian moran #one piece #donquixote brothers #donquixote rosinante #donquixote doflamingo #gojo satoru #toji

[obsessed-bunnies]

Rules

Greetings and salutations everybody! My name is Katniss and here I will write Yandere-related content for many fandoms!

What I will respond to:

Headcanons

X Readers (male, female, and gender neutral)

Fluff and Romance (kisses, cuddles, etc.)

Reactions ("You're scaring me!")

General yandere obsession things

Maybe some suggestive freaky content, we'll see. ;)

Please note that I may need to go lore digging for certain characters. I want to make sure I stick to canon as much as possible. Also, please specify which character you are sending.

What I won't respond to:

Threats directed at the characters.

Parental role prompts. (Everyone here is an adult... Just don't.)

Over-the-top actions are created by the character or the reader. (Taking undergarments, collecting trash that they threw out, breaking and entering, drugging, kidnapping, etc.)

General Things:

Responses will be mainly in text form. I run 3 other ask blogs and they are for Identity V(@idv-asktheconsigliere, @idvask-hunterfinn, @idvask-survivorfaust). I want to spend most of my art energy there and on my own art projects.

The reader will always stay gender-neutral unless specified from a request/ask.

I won't write for the femme/lady characters. It just pokes me in the wrong way.

I will write for anyone else, though it really depends on the character.

Depending on the circumstances, the characters will use their abilities.

ALSO PLEASE SPECIFY IF IT'S THE NORMAL CHARACTER OR YANDERE VERSION!!

Fandoms I will write for:

Genshin Impact

Dislyte

YuuriVoice

Error143

Identity V

Castlevania(Netflix)

Diabolik Lovers

Morfosi/Therapy with Dr. Albert Krueger/Vincent the Secret of Myers.

If you send me a fandom, a good chance I'm in that fandom.

If I don't answer your ask right away, that's because I'm running other blogs.

I will try to respond as I am open with most ideas.

With that being said, have fun! Don't be afraid to send requests and stuff, we're just here to have fun.

#dislyte #dislyte x reader #yandere dislyte x reader #Tags that I'll be using(other than character tags): ^^ #error143 #yuurivoice #micah yujin #genshin impact #yandere x reader #castlevania #therapy with dr albert krueger #morfosi #vincent the secret of myers #moriarty the patriot #bungou stray dogs #identity v #diabolik brothers

[tulipsforvin]

Can i request for moriarty the patriot character x reader with stoic face but have a sensitive heart (emotionally)

This is my first time requesting so please forgive me if iam writing my request wrong ( ; ω ; )

✧ a/n: i feel so honoured ?? thnx for requesting !! i'm writing hc's for a few since your request was a little vague (but that's totally fine ♡)

✧ characters: albert, william, moran with —

A STOIC-FACED BUT EMOTIONAL S/O (gender neutral)

✦ ALBERT JAMES MORIARTY

· albert had first assumed you were tough due to your straight face that never seemed to falter — until he happened to witness you crying because someone rudely told you to quit 'glaring'; even if it was just the facial expression you always carried.

· ever since then, the man has been pretty protective about you. he feels the need to shield you from people that assume you're simply mean just because your face doesn't showcase a lot of other emotions.

· he finds it adorable. it's an endearing trait of yours. it's really cute to him how you're able to feel so much inside even though it might not show on your face.

· whenever some of those other faces do slip past that stoic expression of yours; albert does nothing but fawn over you. and i mean extravagant fawning.

✧ he's grinning from ear-to-ear, starting into your eyes. “my, you're so adorable i might just gobble you up right this moment.”

✦ WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY

· william, also like his older brother, finds you endearing. he often holds a poker face but has a kind, soft heart inside of him — you are similar to him in that sense, which makes him feel like the two of you are a match made in heaven.

· when he first told you about all that he had been through; his regrets, pains and journeys that lead him to the life that he currently leads, you'd ended up practically wailing infront of him. he chuckled a little when you began to babble words of comfort and patted him on the back to him in tears when really, by the looks of it, he should be the one comforting you.

· after that time, he's felt infinitely more closer and infinitely more affectionate towards you. there's just something about your emotional vulnerability that makes his heart swoon for you, that makes him want to hold you tight and never let go.

· he is impressed that your face can look composed even if a thousand feelings may be simmering underneath you; he thinks it's a wonderful asset you have. but he won't allow you to hide what you feel when you're with him.

✧ he pushes back a strand of stray hair behind your ear, “dear, i will always take care of you no matter what expression you have on your face and what you may be feeling inside. you can trust me.”

✦ SEBASTIAN MORAN

· this man is confused on so many different levels. how can you feel so much when you initially looked like you were ready to fold him when the two of you first met? it's startling to him, really.

· moran first found out about how soft and emotional you can really be when he was arguing with you — watching tears drop from your eyes made him flinch. it's safe to say he has never, ever raised his voice with you since.

· moran will try to start a fight with those who are trying to hurt you or are saying something bad or mean about / to you.

· when he's trying to comfort you, he's obviously trying to play it cool. he'll get you your favourite drink or your favourite food and then make a promise to you about beating up whoever made you feel upset.

✧ he subtly nudges your favourite drink against your cheek as you're slumped down against the floor, back against the wall and chest hugging your knees. “i don't know who made you cry but i'm going to beat the shit out of whoever did this to you.”

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #sebastian moran #william james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #sebastian moran x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty x you #albert james moriarty x you #sebastian moran x you

[fairy-writes]

Would it be too much to ask for a William James Moriarty x Holmes sister reader? Like she's a travelling archaeologist/anthropologist who's a genius in the field and has found many artifacts and lost cities and can be a bit of an eccentric looney like her older brother Sherly but she's also incredibly kind to those in need and often donates her treasures to the less fortunate and even helps Sherly from time to time which is how he meets her and is impressed by her smarts and sarcastic wits. Also, a bit of a parkour junky likes to wear mens clothes tailored for her measurements and often wears her hair in loose buns or ponytails and loves riding horseback much to Mycroft's displeasure🤭

A BUSINESS PROPOSAL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Mildly sexist behavior from Mycroft? It is the 1800s after all.

Notes: So this was super fun to write! 

Fun fact! I took an archaeology class for my associate’s degree in criminal justice and highly recommend taking one to anyone in college! 

I actually took several anthropology classes (intro to anthro, bio anthro, and archaeology). I even considered switching my major to anthropology at some point! (I switched it to English lol)

PART TWO HERE

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Otis whinnies, and you reach forward from your place in the saddle to pat his neck.

“Easy, Otie, almost there.” You whisper to him and gently nudge him to turn down the familiar road of Baker Street. You could spot your brother’s flat from where you were at, an unfamiliar carriage parked in front. You frown briefly and then shrug. Sherlock could have whoever he liked over. 

But… he did promise to take you out on the town in celebration of your latest discovery. Did he forget?

No… He wasn’t the type to forget something like that. You had been exchanging letters for weeks about your coming home. 

A tall man was at the front of the carriage, tending to the horses. He had spiked black hair and a glove on one hand. He looks at you with skeptical eyes as you draw near and dismount your horse. The Cleveland Bay snorts, ruffling your hair as you smooth your hand up his snout and between his eyes. Then, you promptly tied his reins to the post outside 221B Baker Street and went up to the front door. 

The door knocker was more worn than you last remembered, with the shiny brass turning a glimmering gold color from all the hands touching it. You rap the door once, twice, then a third time, and wait, stuffing your hands in your trouser pockets. 

A young man opens the door, sandy blond hair combed neatly and brown eyes alight with curiosity. A grin breaks your face, and you step forward into his arms as he realizes just who is at the door.

“My dear John!” You shriek, and he chuckles, lifting you off your feet and spinning once in a circle before setting you down. 

“I thought you weren’t due back for another two weeks!” He replies excitedly, and you laugh gleefully. 

“We finished early! Anyhow, how’s Mary? Sherlock said you two were expecting!” You say and slap his shoulder good-naturedly. He ducks his head, a pink flush on his cheeks as he nods.

“She’s home at the mo. But yes, we’re expecting. The midwife thinks it’ll be a girl based on how she’s carrying.” He said, and before you could say any more, there was a noise at the top of the stairs. 

You turn, and your grin widens even more until your cheeks hurt. 

“Sherly!” You crow, and he bounds down the stairs to sweep you up in a bear hug. His boisterous laugh made your heart sing, and you buried your nose in his hair. He smelled like cigarette smoke and whiskey. He must have been on a case. He squeezes you tight and sets you down. 

“I thought you were coming back in two weeks!” He exclaims, and you roll your eyes,

“So John said, I told you we finished early!” You tease, and it is then that you notice that there is someone else in the flat. 

He was tall, probably around your brother’s height. He had blond hair and deep scarlet eyes that studied you with interest. He was dressed in a brown suit with a crimson tie. A lord. That much is obvious.

Sherlock notices that you notice his friend and gestures to the man at the top of the stairs. 

“This is Liam! A mathematics professor at Durham University and a friend of mine who helps me on my cases.” He says proudly as “Liam” descends the stairs and approaches you. 

You stick out a hand and introduce yourself. His hand is smooth like you expected, as opposed to your calloused one. You had bandages littering your fingertips from blisters from shovels and tools. 

“William James Moriarty. I’ve heard stories about you.” His British lilt is proper and endearing. You feel your heart flutter and your ears burn. But you smile warmly nonetheless and give his hand a firm shake.

“As much as I’d like to say the same, Sherly has yet to tell me about you in his letters.” You direct the last sentence to your older brother in the same teasing tone as before. 

Sherlock rolls his eyes and punches your shoulder lightly while William watches on in amusement. 

“I got distracted!” Sherlock complains, and you break out into giggles. 

“I would love to hear some stories if you’re up to it.” William cut in gently before you, and Sherlock could start bickering. You brighten. A chance to tell stories of your work and not have someone get bored? It sounded like heaven!

That was how you got to where you were at the current moment. 

You were seated next to Sherlock at the Moriarty dining table, regaling them with a story of the most current dig you had been on.

“—and Egypt was absolutely smashing! It was so beautiful!” You say, waving your hands excitedly as you describe the tomb that had been uncovered. It had taken weeks to uncover everything, almost months. But oh so worth it. 

“Might I ask what you did with all the artifacts you found?” William inquires, and you hum as you sip at your wine. 

“Donated it all back to the locals. It’s the least I can do. Plenty of archaeologists steal their finds and bring them back to England to show in museums. I try and do the opposite.” You say and were pleased to see William nod in approval. 

At least someone shared your sentiment. 

You got a letter to your very old and very dusty flat a week after your return to England, summoning you to your eldest brother’s estate. You had been dusting and cleaning your furniture when the postman knocked on your door. You frown, brushing your pants on the seat of your trousers, and answer the door. 

The letter was short. 

Dearest sister, 

I have received news of your return to Egypt. I would like to have your company at the family estate for dinner to discuss business and your adventures. 

With best regards, 

Mycroft Holmes

A summons to the Holmes family estate that your oldest brother had inherited after your parents retired to the country. You look at the ceiling and groan, eliciting a funny look from the postman. 

This was going to be fun.

As soon as Otis realizes where you are, he tosses his head and tries to turn around. You tug the reins so he faces the right direction and nudge him into a walk down the road.

“Otie, I don’t want to do this either. But I’d rather not have Mikey send special forces after us or something.” You say to Otis, and when you reach the stables, Mycroft’s hired stable hand takes your beloved horse’s reins. “Take good care of him!” You nearly reprimand the stable hand who agrees and welcomes you back with ease. 

The maids welcome you in excitedly when you rap on the massive double doors, and you are ushered upstairs into the dining room. 

Mycroft was seated at the head of the table, where your father would be if he were here, and he stood to greet you. He offers a handshake, but you simply smile warmly and hug him tightly. He may have grated on your nerves, but he was still your brother. Mycroft stiffens and pats your shoulders awkwardly when you step back.

“As awkward as always, I see Mikey.” You said and took a seat at the table next to him like you did when you were kids. He clears his throat and calls for the kitchen staff to bring in the food. 

It wasn’t much, considering there were only two of you. But it was as extravagant as Mycroft always demanded it to be. 

“Would you like to change into dinner attire before we eat, sister dearest?” Mycroft says suddenly, just as you are about to dig into the delicious roast prepared by the staff of the household. You put your fork down and scowl.

“Don’t start with this, Mikey. You know I hate dresses.” You snap, and he raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push the issue. 

At least… he doesn’t until you are done with your meal and in his study, talking about your travels to Egypt. 

You down the rest of your whiskey and set the glass whiskey tumbler on the table between you two. 

“More whiskey?” He offers, and you shake your head.

“I want to be able to ride home after this.” You say and hold in a yawn. The excellent food combined with the fireplace blazing with a crackling fire is lulling you to sleep. 

Suddenly, Mycroft stands and walks in front of the fire, setting his own glass down on the mantle and turning to face you. 

“Might we talk some business?” He inquires, and immediately, your mood sours. 

So this was his end goal? Get you sleepy and drunk so you couldn’t ride home and were subject to his pleadings?

“I don’t want to hear it, Mikey.” You say and stand, holding onto the back of the wingback chair for a moment as the dizziness sets in. 

He scowls, 

“You are of perfect age. The season is just starting. You could still join in and find a potential suitor!” He tries, and you scrub at your face.

“I already told you I wasn’t interested in courting! I’m interested in—”

“Your work, I know. But what happens when the digs dry up and there’s nothing else for you to do? What will you do when you get too old for this?!” He snaps, and you whirl, steadying yourself with the chair as your anger flares. 

“It won’t dry up! There are thousands of years of history still to be discovered! Hundreds of thousands of cities and archaeological finds!” Your voice rises to a shout, and you hear distant footsteps as maids scurry away from you and your brother’s anger. 

This goes on for several minutes until Mycroft a bomb on you. 

“Mother and Father have decided. If you don’t find someone to court, they will no longer fund your excavations, and you’ll be stuck here with me.” 

You freeze, hands wound tightly in your hair, and argument dying on your tongue. 

“B—But that would mean—” Mycroft cuts you off gently and approaches, putting his hands on your shoulders. 

“You’d be stuck here until you find a husband—no more digs. No more artifacts. Not until you do as they and I ask.” Tears well up in your eyes, and you shrug off his hands violently and flee. 

Your boots pound against the hardwood floors, and you run outside where it has started pouring rain. Instantly, your clothes are soaked as you make it to the stables, dress Otis in his saddle and bridle, and swiftly mount his back. He tears out of the stables at a thundering gallop, and the stable hand barely dives out of the way to save himself from being trampled. 

Otis’s hooves dash against the cobblestone roads. You cling to his reins and hunch over his back as tears stream down your face and sobs wrack your body. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Taking away your funding? 

No one wanted to fund a woman on an archaeological dig! 

Much less one as young as yourself! 

You were screwed! Doomed to live as a housewife because that was society’s and your parent’s expectations of you!

Otis eventually comes to a halt, and you dismount, collapsing onto a bench, breathing hard as rain pours down your body. Your shirt sticks to your skin, and your trousers swim in water as you sit in a puddle on the bench. But you can’t bring it in you to care. 

A carriage rumbles to a stop before you, and you look up as the door opens. 

“Might I interest you in some shelter?” Comes a proper and endearing accent that you recognize. 

“William?” You sniffle, and he smiles, extending a hand. 

“If you’ll let him, Fred will handle your horse. How about you step inside the carriage, and we’ll take you back to the Moriarty estate.” He says over the rain. A young man with a blue scarf wrapped around his head gets off the front of the carriage and approaches. You hiccup and nod, handing Otis’s reins to the young man and accepting William’s hand into the carriage. He sheds his overcoat and offers it. 

It’s warm and heavy as you wrap it around your shoulders and sit down. Your boots squelch against the floor, and William knocks twice against the carriage's wall, and it starts moving once again. 

The Morairty estate is even grander than you remember, looming over you as the carriage stops by the front doors. You nearly slip in your haste to get inside and are taken up the stairs to one of the many bedrooms. 

“Draw a bath and get warm. I’ll have some clothes brought by. We can have a talk after you’ve collected yourself.” William says gently, and you nod, taking off his overcoat so he can have it back. He excuses himself, and you are left alone in the suite. 

The bath is nice and hot, and you let out a sigh as you shed your clothes into a pile on the floor and sink into the warm water. Your tears are drying, but your emotions are still raging like a rabid dog inside you.

How could they? 

Didn’t your family know archaeology was your passion? Your dream?! Of course, they did! You never shut up about it when you were but a little girl learning to play the piano! You babbled on and on about fossils and artifacts in between lessons until you were blue in the face!

It wasn’t long until you were done in the bath and dried off. As William had promised, some clothes were left on the bed. A button-down that looked like it might fit you, a pair of trousers that might be a bit too long, and a pair of undergarments. You tugged on the underwear and then the trousers, having to cuff them at the bottom so you didn’t trip. The shirt fit better than you thought so you pinned your hair out of your face and left the bedroom and down the hall. Hadn’t there been a sitting room just down the stairs? 

William was inside, stoking a fire with a poker, his back to you. He stood and turned when you rapped lightly on the entryway. His lips curled in a welcoming smile, and he gestured for you to take a seat. 

“Would you like some tea? I had Louis put the kettle on.” He said, and you nodded, sitting on the couch beside the fire.

“Thank you. For the clothes and… everything else.” You mumble, and he shakes his head,

“Don’t mention it. Sherlock mentioned you hated dresses.” He says and pours you a cup of tea.

It’s delicious. It warms you from the tips of your ears to the ends of your bare toes. You scuff them on the plush carpet as William sits across from you. His scarlet eyes are illuminated like glittering rubies in the oranges and yellows of the fire. They’re alive like a torch resides inside. 

“Now, might I ask why you were out in the rain?” William asks as soon as you’ve settled into your spot. You bite your lip and wonder if you can trust him with your problems. 

Sherlock trusted him well enough… 

Perhaps…

“I got into an argument with Mycroft. He said my parents will cut off my funding for excavations if I don’t find a proper husband.” You blurt, and he hums as he takes a sip from his cup. 

“I assume they’ve been funding your past archaeological escapades?” He says, and you nod.

“Correct. But that is going to change unless I get married.” You grumble, and he cocks his head to the side, setting his cup down on the tea table next to him and seemingly mulling something over. 

“This may be a bit forward, but I have a proposal. A business proposal, if you will.” He starts, and you narrow your eyes. A business proposal? You set your own cup down and cross one leg over the other. 

“Go on…” You say hesitantly, and he clasps his hands together as if working out a problem in his head. Sherlock did say he was a mathematics professor.

“I could marry you.” You inhale sharply and proceed to choke on your saliva. William half gets out of his chair to come to your aid when you finally get your coughing under control. 

“Why?!” You demand, and he shrugs, 

“I’ve done some research into you. You are spearheading the way in new archaeological techniques. You donate your finds back to the locals in need. And frankly, I find you fascinating. If we go ahead with this, you’ll have access to my brother Albert’s influence as well as the Moriarty name and fortune.” He says, and you sit back, stunned. 

“I could continue my work?” You say skeptically, and he nods. 

“Indeed. There’s no reason to stop you. I might ask for a lecture or two from you at Durham University. But that’s it. So…” He extends a hand for you to shake. “Have we reached an accord?”

You are speechless as possibilities run rampant through your brain. You’d be free from your parent’s influence as well as pleasing them. Though pleasing them was the last thing on your mind. Yes, you’d be married. But like William said… it was more of a business proposal…

You reach forward and shake his hand. His smile widens marginally as you speak,

“I accept your proposal.”

#william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x you #william james moriarty x y/n #moriarty x reader #mtp william #mtp william x reader #ynm william #ynm x reader #mtp x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #fairy writes

[wizardfrog69]

'•.¸♡ leaving a mark ♡¸.•'

Mtp x reader

The reader leaving/giving them hickeys

Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock

William James Moriarty:

So he is a professor and a noble, therefore he has to hide it because he has to see to certain standards and stuff, also the constant taunting of his students would become unbearable at some point.

But even if that wasn't the situation he still would hide it in public settings.

When you're alone he might let you see it while he wears something more comfortable round the house.

Honestly I see him as someone who loves hickeys, and loves giving them back even more ;)

If you give him one, he's giving you twenty.

At the end of the day you two are both covered head to toe in red marks.

If you cover any of yours then he has no problem with it as he covers them himself and he shouldn't expect for to not do the same.

Louis James Moriarty:

The first time you did it he was surprised, he didn't expect it like at all.

He doesn't mind them though, but he isn't someone who would do them, unless you ask nicely, then he might consider it.

He covers them, if someone even LOOKED at his neck/shoulder area he would be red, like it could be hidden well but he still thinks that somehow it is seen.

That isn't to say he hates them, he just doesn't want people to see them, if they did he would die right there and then.

If he gives them to you and you don't hide it he will also be a blushing mess.

He would probably get distracted by it everytime you're around.

Albert James Moriarty:

He loves giving hickeys, more than he likes receiving, he still likes receiving them but he prefers giving.

Especially if you don't cover them or cover them poorly, he just loves that shit.

If you give him a hickey he will cover it, again because he is a noble and so on so forth.

But if he could not cover it then definitely would not cover it.

Like he would low key wanna show it off too but he wouldn't.

He just wants to show the world that the two of you are passionately in love.

Sherlock Holmes:

He's not a fan of receiving hickeys but if he does he is showing them off to everyone, he'll like make them obvious if someone doesn't see them.

The only reason he wants them is so he can show them off, which he does.

He also likes giving them to you, and he expects you to show them off, or atleast not hide them.

If you do hide them then he would be pouty for a short while before going on with his day.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

This one is pretty short but oh well, I hope you'll enjoy them.

And don't forget that my requests are always open! :)

Don't forget to take care of yourself and your happiness, your happiness should be them most important thing to you (beside your physical health and other stuff) so don't forget to do something you like and take care of yourself to the best of your abilities and good night/day! :)

- lots of love, Az :) ♡

#mtp #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp x reader #mtp x you #mtp william #mtp louis #mtp albert #sherlock holmes mtp #moriarty brothers #yuukoku no moriarty #moriartythepatriot #yuukuko no moriarty

[neontokyoo]

hi, can you write a mycroft x reader where they get married?

Stop you're going to make me cry over a man that doesn't even exist. I think I'm loving him a little too much. </3

Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff Summary: You're finally replacing your last name with 'Holmes' Warnings: None

As you walk down the aisle, all the nervousness you were feeling earlier begins to fade away, replaced by excitement bubbling up inside you. Your heart beats with anticipation, and your steps become lighter, almost floating on air. The room is filled with a hushed silence, and all eyes are on you, but you only have eyes for one person—your soon-to-be husband.

Your gaze locks onto his, and a wave of warmth washes over you. His eyes sparkle with love and adoration, mirroring the emotions swirling within you. The world around you blurs, and it feels as if time slows down, capturing this magical moment. The soft melody of the music playing in the background sets the perfect soundtrack to this intimate scene.

With every step closer, the distance between you narrows, both physically and emotionally. Your smile widens, and you can't help but return the affectionate glances from friends and family along the way. Their presence brings an overwhelming sense of support and joy to your heart.

As you continue walking down the aisle, you can't help but notice Sherlock standing beside Mycroft, your soon-to-be husband. His demeanor is composed, but you catch a glimpse of a slight furrow in his brow, indicating his underlying annoyance. You can't help but feel a mix of amusement and sympathy for Sherlock, knowing his complex relationship with Mycroft.

You exchange a quick glance with Sherlock, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. Despite his reservations, you appreciate his presence here, standing beside his brother on this important day. You know that deep down, Sherlock cares about Mycroft and wants him to be happy.

As you approach the altar, you focus your attention back on Mycroft, his eyes locked with yours. The love and adoration in his gaze are undeniable, and you feel a surge of warmth and gratitude in your heart. All the nervousness from earlier has completely faded away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of excitement and anticipation.

The room remains hushed, the atmosphere charged with emotion. Time seems to slow down, capturing every fleeting second of this magical moment. The soft melody of the music playing in the background adds a touch of enchantment to the scene, making it even more unforgettable.

With every step closer, you feel the emotional and physical distance between you and Mycroft narrowing. Your smile widens, radiating happiness and love. You can't help but notice the affectionate glances from your friends and family, their presence surrounding you with support and joy.

As you finally reach Mycroft's side, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. The connection between you is tangible, and a wave of contentment washes over you both. In this moment, surrounded by loved ones and with Sherlock standing by his side, you know that you're embarking on a beautiful journey together—one filled with love, understanding, and the promise of a lifelong partnership.

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[moriartyluver]

HEY GUYS GUESS WHOSE BACK

My exams are finally over and I just wanna thank you all again for your support. Although I didn’t have time to respond to asks before, I see them and I really really appreciate it.

A few things to expect now that my summer holidays have started:

•I’m going to answer as much of my requests as possible. Seeing all your creativity really makes my day and I’m grateful to have followers like you all. I’ll be going from the oldest to newest because there are still asks from months ago that I have answered so I apologise if your request isn’t answered immediately.

•I’m going to be uploading for stuff in other fandoms. I’m planning on watching a few new animes and reading more manhwa so expect more fandoms to be available for you to ask for.

•I’ll probably switch up my account theme. I don’t have much else to say about that

•I’m going to try out cross posting my Wattpad fanfictions onto tumblr so they’re easily accessible. I’ll also be promoting my wp works on here a bit more often too so you can all know when they update and stuff

• possibly uploading some art stuff 👀

• reorganising and fixing my master list and other navigation stuff so my account is easier to understand

Thank you all again and I’m really glad to be back!!

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[ha1taniwh0re]

I got a request from @thispersoniscrazy

It's a little bit short but i hope you will like it TwT.

Sweet meeting in the middle of the night

I was sitting in my share bedroom alone. Waiting for my lovely husband to come sowe can go sleep.I took that time to read my book but when I looked atthe clock I saw that my husband didn't come for like one hour. I stood up and went to his office. I knocked two times and heard come in. I went into his office to see him checking some tests.

"Honey it's 2 in the morning let's go sleep", I said.

He looked at me shocked to see me awake.

"Sweetheart I thought you fell asleep, Im sorry go to room I will be there in few minutes", he said.

I came to his desk and took tests to put them on floor. He looked at me a little bit shocked. I sat on his lap and started kissing him everywhere. From his forehead to his cheeks to his nose, his eyes and than his lips. I could see his red face and it made me chuckle a little. William hid his face with his hand so I can't see him.

"Red is your colour babe" I said.

He didn't move for a minute so I stood up but when I wanted to go back to room. William's hand put me back to his lap and his other hand put my head to his neck.

"Well somebody likes affection" I said.

"If it is from you than yes" he admitted with that red face.

I chuckled a little and started giving him his affection he wanted. While I was kissing his neck i thought about giving him some hikeys. He chuckled a little and I looked at him.

"What's the first rule about criminal??" He asked me.

I was confused a little bit.

"Never leave the evidence?" I said.

"Well than why did you my little smart girl leave some evidence about this little meeting?" He asked and took my face in his hands and kissed me.

I smiled into this kiss and let this continue where it will.

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[gh0st-author]

dress.

pairing: William James Moriarty x reader summary: Oh, tempting William was so deliciously amusing for you to do. To kindle the flame you knew was dancing behind his eyes, to fuel it in its confines and observe him attempting to conceal it and thaw it out.

tags: fluff, very suggestive (nothing explicit but it is heated)

warnings: as i said it is very suggestive, they also unalive a nobleman

A/N: so this wasn't originally meant to be posted, it was just something in my drafts, but since it happened to be William's birthday today i thought i might as well finish it. so happy birthday Liam here's your cake

Another glance in his direction, across the crowded hall. Another hidden smile from him. You knew you shouldn't; this game you were playing was too perilous, too dangerous. You weren't supposed to goad William like this. But you simply couldn't resist. Usually, you or Albert were the ones who found themselves at these events, because as the oldest brother he had too keep up the appearances most often, but this night was different. Tonight, William was present as well. He was right beside his brother, a picture-perfect gentleman, charming and captivating. It was an incredibly rare occurrence as he preferred to work behind the scenes, not really drawing attention to himself more than necessary. And unlucky for you, all your attention happened to be on him tonight, despite the risk of it endangering the mission. But it was too addicting. The music too sensual. The candlelight too dim. The perfumes too intoxicating. And the game you presented him with too enjoyable. Another taste of your wine. Another brush of his gaze. You needed to make sure that no one was the wiser to the desperation building beneath your skin. You were dancing around an open flame, stretching out your body above it, hoping to not get incarcerated by the proximity. Still, you couldn't be blamed, it was so rare for you to see your lover adorned so dashingly.

It was all subtle. Your glass against your lips. Your tongue lightly catching the droplets soaking them. His intense glance catching the act. And it was fun, so incredibly amusing to for once toy with him like this given the chance, to slowly gnaw away at his immaculate control that he prided himself on so and wore like a mask. You still remembered the words you whispered to him in the darkness of your bedroom earlier today, the memory of them flashing through your mind making your lips stretch into a devious grin. This is a secret, but my gown for tonight... it was bought specifically with you in mind. Much more than wearing it, I am anticipating what you will do with it later tonight after we return. You could still feel the tremble that raced down William's spine, could still hear his low, tortured groan and uneven whisper of: Do not tempt me, darling. Being aware of the effect you had on your lover and feeling the desire simmering between you too was heady, to say the least.

Alas, no matter how much you wanted to give into your desires, you were a performer, both for him and for the Lord you were tasked with distracting tonight. And a performer had to play her role outstandingly. Your secret moments and glances would have to stay just that— secret. For no one could know you were affiliated with him. You were just another face in the crowd, an unassuming bejeweled rose without thorns. These glimmering banquets were your battlefield, your wit and your charm your weapons, which you brandished flawlessly with every new job you were assigned by the brothers. Meeting William and working with him only served to hone them more— a simple touch here, a sweet whisper there, and your targets were putty under your fingers, ready to follow you wherever you wished. Which usually happened to be their untimely but deserved demise at the hands of you or one of the others from the group. And for as long as they and William had any use of you, you would continue to play your part in their plans without a fault.

Deciding against continuing this game between you two for now, you downed your glass and set out to find your target— Lord Brownlow. He was a local aristocrat rumored to kidnap young ladies from such events and traffic them on the black market. In other words, a perfect target to be bewitched and disposed of by you. After a quick search, you found him, surrounded by numerous important individuals. Even from where you were standing you could see his false smiles and his calculating glances to the women around him. Your act already in place, you sauntered over to him, gown swaying with your movements, your practiced smile of awe and admiration plastered on your face. "Lord Brownlow, a pleasure to meet you."

You were a novelty, a new interesting toy for him to play with. The conversation flowed from your lips effortlessly, each word a careful trap meant to ensnare the Lord's attention, to keep him guessing and wanting more. Each move a thought-out maneuver to entice him and cloud his judgment. You listened to his stories attentively, smiled and nodded when expected, and stroked his ego when he so wished. And what an ego he had. He was so filled to the brim with his own self-importance that he steered you around forcing you into a conversation with any noble he could, no doubt to brag about his own status and to show off how well off he was. Still, you participated beautifully, never letting your true nature show.

After who knows what number of nobles, he turned to you, still keen on continuing. "Do you mind if I introduce you to another one of my acquaintances?

You smiled at him mindlessly, feigned admiration painted across your features. As if you were truly interested in anything he had to say, hanging onto his every word. "None at all, Lord Brownlow. Please, lead the way."

Pleased with your apparent high regard for him and your respect, he hurriedly led you through the throngs of people, seeking out the aforementioned noble. Your gaze darted around, attempting to pinpoint the person in question. Only when his gait hastened with renewed purpose, having found who he was searching for, did you manage to catch a glimpse of the man that had caught his eye.

And...

Oh, well, who would've thought? It seemed that tonight was indeed your lucky night, for he was leading you straight to the object of your obsession tonight. You briefly considered the possibility of William having arranged this beforehand, but the look of delighted surprise on his face as you and the Lord neared him convinced you otherwise. So, a lucky coincidence it seemed. Or a fate-given opportunity? No, of course not. Even though it might not have been planned for him and the Lord to converse like this, it was far from a coincidence. You knew William and him were acquainted, but by the genuine eagerness with which Lord Brownlow was leading you to him, it seemed as if William took the phrase 'keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer' quite literally. Always aligning and governing his pawns, that cunning mind of his.

The Lord halted right in front of him, proudly puffing out his chest. No doubt, hoping to impress you with his arsenal of connections— with his importance. "This is Lord William Moriarty. Second son of the deceased Earl Moriarty. We met a short while ago and happened to become quite familiar with each other."

William turned to regard you fully, his scarlet gaze bright but betraying nothing. As you stood before him like this, you felt weirdly exposed, despite the opulent gown— or maybe exactly because of it. You arrived separately so as to not raise any suspicion so he didn't have the chance to admire you from up close. His face was a perfect polite mask, but you knew he was drinking up your visage like a man starved. Everywhere his gaze touched burned so pleasurably you never wished for it to stop. In fact, all of this silence and patience, waiting and pining in anticipation, made you more eager— made you crave more. You wanted him to trace wherever he looked with his hands, his lips. Your own hands were shaking from holding back from touching him.

Acting like the perfect pawn you were, you buried your need deep beneath your vast experience in lying and deceit, using it as a cover to dampen the inferno in you, and held out your hand courteously for him to kiss. Not a trace of a woman currently longing, yearning, craving. "I don't believe we have been acquainted, Lord Moriarty."

Never taking his eyes off yours, he raised your hand to his lips, leaving it there much longer than necessary. The kiss was almost a promise— or a threat. You weren't sure which. "Indeed we are not, I would have remembered a woman as stunning as you are."

You fought your instinctive pull to draw closer to him, to see just how close you could slot your body against his. To get lost in his knowing gaze. Instead, you chose to slowly pull your hand away and giggle behind it. "Oh, you flatter me, my Lord. I am sure someone of your caliber has ample choice of ladies aiming for your attention."

The smile he gave you was pure serpentine curling of the lips, the look in his eyes pure hunter regarding his prey. "I assure you, my attentions lay elsewhere."

My attention is only on you, his look seemed to say. Your heart stuttered in your chest, beating so loud you were afraid he and Lord Brownlow could hear it. So careful. They had to be so incredibly careful. They were threading a fine line, one misstep and it could all come crashing down around them.

"His attention is only always focused on his work, he never entertains the women around him." Lord Brownlow sighed, seemingly unaware of the building tension between you and William. A perfect figure of an older gentleman concerned for the youth, as if he was giving sound advice out of genuine benevolence. "Honestly, Lord Moriarty, you should follow your older brother's example. Now, Lord Albert knows how to entertain a lady. It's not a good idea for a noble gentleman such as yourself to always keep his head in the books."

William diverted his attention from you to the Lord, chuckling gently as if this entire meeting was just a pleasant interaction. A born noble navigating the labyrinth of high society magnificently. The irony was not lost on you. "I will keep your words in mind, Lord Brownlow."

It was getting harder and harder to keep focused with him so close, yet thoroughly out of reach. It was due time for you to leave and initiate the next phase of the plan. Deciding that one last stunt was in order, you grabbed your target's hand, feigning interest in him, but you were only looking at the man in front of you. "Lord Brownlow, I am sure Lord Moriarty knows how to entertain himself. What do you say we make our way to the dance floor." You ran your hand down the front of your dress as if showing it off, but in truth, you drew attention to the way the corset hugged your curves. "After all, I just bought this dress today, it would be a shame for me to wear it and not be seen dancing in it."

It was a momentary weakness, a flash of that fire in his eyes gone instantaneously, almost as fast as it appeared. Oh, he looked so composed yet his self-control was frying at the edges, unraveling thread by thread with each passing moment. He, too, played his role of a respectable noble magnificently, only the slight sharpening of his gaze and an almost imperceptible sly curling of his lips betraying his rapidly waning restraint.

You offered him your most innocent smile. "Please excuse us, Lord Moriarty." Your words were the sweetest nectar, a saccharine phrase dipped in venom. Another one of your baits successfully eaten, another one of your hooks digging into flesh. You suppressed your giggle as you gave a parting bow and pivoted to twine through the dense crowd with Lord Brownlow, embracing him and slotting yourself into a waltzing position. Oh, tempting William was so deliciously amusing for you to do. To kindle the flame you knew was dancing behind his eyes, to fuel it in its confines and observe him attempting to conceal it and thaw it out. Once again, this game you were playing was dangerous, but you were addicted to the thrill, and you suspected he was as well if the looks he was throwing your way as you glided around the room were any indication.

You felt his eyes on you even as you danced, gossamer and silk flowing around you in mesmerizing patterns. Even as you coyly slipped the slow-acting poison in the Lord's drink while no one was looking. Even as you silently snuck out of the room, vanishing as a phantom, before it took effect. You wouldn't be present when it all happened. A ghost, a shadow, leaving no trace behind. Exactly as William wanted.

Only when you finally arrived at their manor, obscured by the inky darkness of the night, did you let yourself breathe. The still air of your and William's bedroom greeted you pleasantly and you slowly made your way in, haphazardly discarding your numerous jewellery on the desk nearby along the way. Your body was still thrumming with adrenaline from a successful mission, but even more than that it was brimming with something deeper— more desperate. William and Albert would soon return to the estate now that the ball had been interrupted, and the fire that you had been suppressing the entire night threatened to burst out. You had no doubts he felt the same. The fun dance you two have been trapped in the entire night has finally reached its conclusion. The most delightful reward or the most delicious punishment— you wonder which one awaited you upon his arrival.

After what felt like an eternity, slow footsteps sounded in the hallway, unmistakably making their destination known, and the door creaked open almost soundlessly. Your spine tingled as he entered the room, yet you didn't spare him a glance, pretending to busy yourself with removing the accessories from your hair. "I assume everything went according to plan?"

His answering chuckle was accompanied by the rustle of clothes as he discarded his suit jacket. "Everything unfolded beautifully. No one seems to understand how the poison ended up in poor Lord Brownlow's drink." He threw you a conspiratorial grin. "After all, they were all too preoccupied later by the documents a servant managed to uncover in his room, detailing all his atrocities."

You nodded. The tension in the room was palpable, but neither of you wanted to interrupt this tentative stalemate you found yourself in. You were both content to wait the other out— another quick round of your game, this one much shorter and much less torturous. Only when the last accessory left your hair, the mass of it unraveling down your back, did you glance in his direction. "I seem to require some assistance with my dress"

With one hand you threw your hair over your shoulder, body trembling with anticipation as he leisurely made his way to you. It was almost agonizing really, the unhurried way in which his hands traced your arms and shoulder blades down to the corset, leaving in their wake a sea of goosebumps. His lips ghosted over the skin of your neck. "You looked ravishing tonight. I didn't have the opportunity to tell you sooner." His fingers made quick work of the lace and countless hidden clasps and buttons of your corset. "That was quite an ordeal you pulled."

You laughed, a little breathless. "Don't speak as if you didn't enjoy it."

William's lips pulled into a grin, lightly nipping your skin. "You wicked thing, I'm inclined to believe you enjoy tormenting me."

You gasped, leaning back closer to him. "Is it truly torment if I give you exactly what I promised?"

"After the torture you put me through I think I deserve at least some recompense for your actions." As you felt the dress slip from your shoulders, silky fabric sliding down and pooling around your feet, his lips caressed the skin of your shoulder. "And I must say the reward for my patience will be worthwhile indeed."

Delightful reward it was for tonight it seemed.

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