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thot-writes · 2 years

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i’ve been watching moriarty the patriot (finally) and first of all eat the rich and second of all i love william. here’s something for my williamheads out there

william james moriarty is sexually attracted to idiots (and you’re the idiot);

at first glance, no one knows how the fuck a refined genius like William and a single-digit IQ buffoon manage to work

you’re vastly different people, after all. while William has enough brainpower to run all of England you have enough brawn to break it down by hand

you’re abnormally strong for your build, you always have been, and you tend to stray away from the law which is what attracted William’s interest in the first place

you became the brute force that would come in and fuck shit up whenever shit required fucking up, and you were more deadly barehanded than most people are equipped, so you became a “personal bodyguard” of sorts.

but holy shit were you dumb.

part of you hated being around william so much, because he’d say things and then someone else would reply with different things and you were always just completely lost

what’s going on? who does this dude want revenge on? how is will gonna get everyone out? who is this guy? how’d he find us? wait, did he find us or did we find him? i need a nap.

once you accompanied william on a train with a murder onboard. also onboard was william’s rival (another man who thought so hard it made your head hurt). and by the end of it you were still confused

“There’s just one thing I don’t understand…” you said, though it was a blatant lie, there were many things you didn’t understand. “Who was the killer?”

you remember the blank-faced stare from will and louis. those judgemental red eyes continue to bore into your soul.

but william found himself distressingly attracted to you anyway. he didn’t know why, but every time you opened your mouth and something stupid came out he was overcome with an urge to rip his suit in twain.

as you got to know each other better, he found himself seeking your presence whenever he could. you had a lot of stories about your life before you met him, and your comedic timing was impeccable. you seemed to be the only person who could make him laugh — genuinely, that is, not the “weird evil one” you always say he does.

before long you were paramours. there was no official conversation, there didn’t need to be, it was just where your relationship went naturally.

you’d spend as much time together as possible, and you came to notice that whenever you said one of your trademark idiot things that william would fix you with a hungry gaze. it wasn’t perceptible to the average person, but you’d known him so well at that point you could easily tell.

occasionally, whenever privacy permitted, he’d all but jump you once you were alone.

between his fervent kisses you’d ask, “Not that I’m against this—“ he steals your lips again, “but why’re you so excited all of a sudden?”

he pulls away and caresses your cheek, his eyes a mix of lust and adoration. “Darling, would you really prefer to talk when you could just take me?”

that never failed to get you going, which is why he’d say it. he wasn’t really looking forward to confronting that he got insta-hard whenever you acted stupid.

the only time he can hold himself back (other than being in public, that is) is when you’re injured or otherwise unwell. he gets so beside himself with worry that his persona cracks — just a little, but enough to be noticed by his brothers, and certainly more than anyone else can manage.

you stepped into the office one evening with blood pooling into the fabric of your shirt. Louis speaks up first, “You’ve been injured!” he all but yells as he rushes to grab a first aid kit.

you didn’t even seem to notice. you look down and jab at the wound. “Oh yeah, I did get lightly stabbed.”

Moran barks out, “You got stabbed?!”

“Lightly,” you correct him. “That guy William had me nab had a friend with him. I tried to grab him too but I uh… killed him. I didn’t try to snap his neck it just happened. Sorry, boss,” you say, nodding apologetically in William’s direction.

there’s very little to betray his emotions, but as soon as he saw your injury he bit the inside of his cheek. he shakes his head, his smile transfixed but now slightly strained. “Not at all. You did well. Once you get that wound treated you should get some rest, I’ll come see you soon.”

he doesn’t leave your side that night. you insist it’s not a big deal but he can’t bring himself to leave.

part of william hates that he puts you in danger regularly. the logical part knows that you’re near-superhuman with your uncanny strength and constitution, but the emotional part, the part that loves you so dearly it gets anxious when you’re not near, berates him for risking it anyway.

despite you being the one who’s injured, you hold will close and assure him that you’re not going anywhere. “I’d drag my sorry ass up from Hell to come back to you, Will,” you tell him. and you mean it. there’s scarce a force in this world or the next that could stop you.

he smiles a little and relaxes in your arms, inhaling your scent and tracing a finger along your muscles. “I know, my love.”

at first glance, no one knows how the fuck a refined genius like William and a single-digit IQ buffoon manage to work.

at a deeper inspection, it becomes apparent that there’s no one else in the world better suited for each other than you two.

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meltingpotimagines · 1 year

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Dating William as an Aristocrat

Warnings: Mentions of food

Request: "Can I ask for William x reader (from mtp) where reader is an aristocratic, but she's nice. They met each other like when they met Albert (I mean something like she was supposed to be with other William but she didn't want to and now she's with this William and they live each other ). After Liam met sherlock he has a lot of things to do so she's lonely and she meets Watson. And now they are friends (they drink tea together, maybe also with miss Hudson? I mean they are just friends, not cheating or anything) . Also Louis don't like her because you know, kinda worried she'll take William away from him or smth. I just want some random headcanons. Maybe sherlock and Liam finding out about Watson and reader's meetings? Or just how her relationships with others looks like? Or how she spend time with William?" - @nemezisi A/N: So sorry this took so long 😅 There's been a lot going on, but I finally got it done! I hope it meets your expectations 💕

now, you can imagine the shock when william discovers that he's technically engaged

evenmoreso when he's told that this woman knew the original william

it's been two seconds and already he's in quite a pickle

luckily for him, albert is very observant and noticed your... distaste for his blood brother

he also suspected you to not be in complete agreement with upper society's belief of their superiority to the lower class

so he decided it was a calculated risk and, with william and louis's permission, invited you to tea one afternoon

imagine your surprise when you walked through the door and saw a kind-eyed boy in place of the little scowling gremlin you were so used to

albert explains what has happened, as well as that william will not be going into public for some time, in hope that aging will minimized anyone's questions about why he looks so different

william could see the hesitation in your expression but also the curiosity in your eyes

it intrigued him

you were allowed to visit as often as you pleased, as long as you came alone

he welcomed it as it would help him gauge how useful you would be and where, if not also to figure out what made you tick

louis didn't particularly enjoy it

he didn't trust you and the risk of you outing his brother made him uneasy

but he did trust his brother and if william was willing to put up with you then he would have to as well

overtime william grew fond of you

he was always aware of it but he wasn't sure how to feel

he's never felt such a strong bond for anyone besides his brother

it was almost unnerving

but yet also pleasant

he enjoyed having tea with you and your chats together

he enjoyed hearing you laugh and the way you smiled into your cup when you felt shy

you made him feel in a way no one else could

in a way nothing else could

it was... exhilarating

of course he wasn't the only one to enjoy your company

everyone around william wanted to get to know the woman who managed to catch his attention

watson was curious to meet the person who was essentially william's version of him

so when he spotted you in a café, he couldn't resist the urge to ask if he could join you

it was a pleasant conversation

he made sure not to come off as if he was interrogating you

just getting to know each other, talking about interests and recent funny moments, trading stories about your respective companions

of course there's plenty of stories to tell

like the time you and william were taking a stroll and there was a sudden downpour

(you found out that day he doesn't particularly enjoy getting wet)

and the squirrel who stole a pastry right off the tray while you two were having tea

and the bird who decide william's head was a perfect place to perch for a moment

but the funniest one had to be when he leaned in to kiss you for the first time and louis decided that was the perfect time to announce that dinner was ready

it was the only time you've seen william genuinely annoyed

not that he let louis see that expression, of course

he made sure you two could never be interrupted again after that

#william moriarty #william moriarty headcanons #william moriarty imagine #william moriarty x reader #william moriarty x you #william moriarty fluff #moriarty the patriot

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Homecoming

William James Moriarty x female!reader

Word count:1.2k

Warnings: MtP Manga spoilers(Vol 15 or 16 or sth), basically just pure fluff

Summary: After three years of grieving, you finally allow yourself to move on, when something happens that you didn't expect...

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Three years. It had been three years, since it happened. And you had moved on, at least that's what you told yourself.

Together with Louis and the rest of the family, you had comitted yourselfs to the MI6. You found something to fullfill your purpose, to atone for your sins. To make it worth, all of what you did, what William did.

Well, everyone of you, except for your stubborn brother; Sebastian Moran.

He had also been gone for three years. You searched for him for a long while. You did everything you possibly could, to find him. But it was like he had vanished. But no matter what you did, you just couldn't find him. And it broke your heart. Not even William wouldn't want Sebastian to do this to himself. William sacrificed himself, so that you could live, so that you could carry on his legacy.

And that's what you intended to do.

So, after a long and dreadfully search, you finally found him. Your brother. And after an even longer heart to heart with him, you convinced him to come back. Back to your family. Back to your home.

"What are you thinking about?"

It was Sebastian who pulled you out of your thoughts, almost like destiny had intended it, since he was exactly what you were thinking about. About his return. And you couldn't stop yourself to think about, if your brother returned... What if William could return too? What if he just waltzed into the Manor with his stupid big grin and his cane in hand?

"You", you finally mumbled,"And Will"

"You still miss him?", he asked carefully and sat down next to you. He knew that the topic of your beloved was still delicate to talk about.

"Always", you said and slowly sipped your tea,"And I always will"

You watched as Sebastian thought about what he was going to say, but instead he just pulled you in for a hug. You tried to resist it for a second, not giving him the satisfaction of being soft to him, but after a few seconds, you crumbled.

You pressed him against yourself tightly. You knew that he didn't hug people often, only when he was being serious. And he was rarely being serious. And you cherished every single second of it, until you finally pulled apart.

"Thank you", you whispered and wiped away a few stray tears,"I'm glad to have you back, Seb"

He only smiled at you,"I'm glad to be back, little sister"

"Guys!?", it was Ms. Moneypenny. She was standing in the doorway, peering inside your room:"You should better come"

You looked at her perplexed, but she only smiled before dissapearing around the corner.

Your gaze fell onto your brother but he didn't seem to know what she was on to either. He only shrugged and got up to follow her. You quickly put your teacup down and followed the two of them through the corridors towards the main entrace.

You couldn't believe what you saw there. You almost believed that you were dreaming.

Right there, at the entrace door, stood all three Moriarty brothers hugging each other in a tight embrace.

You stopped, frozen in track. You leaned yourself against the stairwell, afraid you might faint at the sight in front of you. You felt your breath go slightly heavier and you couldn't prevent the small tears slipping down your cheeks.

Could it be? Could it really be him? As you took a closer look, you also spotted Sherlock standing next to the three brothers. His hair had gotten much longer and he wore a smug grin on his face.

As he spotted you, his face slumbed. He slowly turned to William and nudged him with his elbow. William pulled out of the embrace with his brothers and turned around to look at Sherlock. He only nodded into your direction. William turned around and his eyes met yours. The first thing you noticed, was the bandage over his left eye. You sucked in a sharp breath as you realized that it must have happened when he fell from the Tower Bridge.

"Y/N",he only smiled.

You felt fully fledged tears fall down your face now, as you slowly walked downstairs, towards him. You never even thought that you would hear his voice again. Hear him say your name again.

"William", you mumbled quietly, as you were now standing right in front of him. The air felt like it was on fire. You couldn't prevent your hands from shaking. William seemed to notice, as he leaned forward and carefully put his hands on top of yours.

He gently pulled you into his embrace and you let him. You could feel how his arms wrapped around your body. You tentively put your hands on his chest, taking ahold of his suit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in his scent. You were immensely scared that if you opened your eyes, he would just disappear, that it was all a dream and that you would lose him again.

"Y/N"

Your eyes shot open and you quickly looked up. Will was smiling down at you, his arms still tightly wrapped around your waist.

"I missed you", he whispered. He raised his hand to softly grasp your cheek,"My beautiful Y/N, I missed you so much"

He leaned forward, leaninghis forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"I missed you too, Will", you smiled,"I missed you too"

"I never knew you were this good at chopping", you chuckled, as you entered the kitchen, various bouquets in your arms. William, who had just finished cutting the carrots, turned around smiling:"If you don't say, Love"

You giggled and put the roses, that you had been carrying inside, down on the counter, before walking over to William and greeting him properly.

"Did Fred grow these?", William asked, as he lazily pulled you into his arms by your waist. You followed his gaze and realized that he meant the flowers.

You nodded and leaned your head against his shoulder:"He's as passionate as ever about his roses"

"They are just as I remember them", Will smiled and looked back down at you. A smile appeared on your face, before you cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a tender kiss. You felt William smile against your lips, as his grip on your waist tightened. His back suddenly hit the counter, startling the two of you. You giggled, hiding your face in his chest, while a soft Chuckle escaped his lips.

You gazed at him for a second. A lovestruck expression on your face. You took in his features. His sharp jawline and his long golden locks. The soft grin on his face, the bandage over his left eye and the other one almost glowing with glee. The intense red orb, that you suddenly noticed was staring at you.

"Do you like what you're seeing?", He mumbled playfully.

"I do", you nodded.

William chuckled and quickly grabbed your hand. He pulled you out of the kitchen

"Since we're all finished here, why don't we take a break together?", William chided. You chuckled and nodded, as he swiftly pulled you through the corridors, almost dancing around. He opened the door to your, now again, shared room. You followed him inside and as he closed the door, you let yourself fall down on the huge bed. For three years, you had despised that bed. It always felt so empty, so big without him.

You suddenly felt the bed dip, as William slowly crawled on top of you. You could only giggle at him, as he rested his hands next to your face. He leaned down, connecting your lips in a short kiss. You quickly pulled away and gently carressed his face. His skin felt as soft as ever and you watched him close his eyes, as he leaned into your touch.

"I...I want to thank you William. For returning, for choosing us...choosing me", you muttered under your breath, as he opened his eyes again. A smile appeared on his face.

"I would always choose you", He whipered and softly pressed his lips to yours again.

"I love you", you murmured. The first time since his return.

"I love you", he repeated, without hesitation.

"Oi, Lovebirds, we need your help!"

Your little moment was interrupted, as you looked up from your place in the bed and saw your brother standing in the doorway. He had a shiteating grin on his face, as he winked at you, before quickly making his way downstairs again.

"Your brother didn't change at all", Will smiled, as he got up.

"Not one bit", you agreed, as he held out his hand for you to help you get back up. He elegantly pulled you to your feet.

"And I hope he never does", you added quietly.

"I hope so too", William smiled. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek, before reluctantly following Sebastian back downstairs.

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author-k · 2 years

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All is Fair in Law and Murder

I know this blog is dedicated to Levi but I couldn’t help myself.

William James Moriarty x Reader

Summary: The reader is on the scales between justice and revenge after receiving a strange letter and mid party rendezvous with a long time crush. To what end is the reader willing to go and how will they tip the scales. (Implied female reader, however gender is never mentioned)

Warning mentions of violence and self-mutilation

Pleading self defence was a part of your agenda.

Lets Rewind.

9 hours prior.

You stepped out into the hallway that lead to the courtyard. The cool summer wind blew through the greenery and brushed your skin gently. You weren’t one for extravagant events especially those hosted in your favour.

Your thoughts linger on the letter you received yesterday. The implied accusations seemed far-fetched and irrational and more like a plot to get you to retaliate. However, the voice in the back of your mind whispered horrible things to make it seem as if the letter was genuine. It wasn’t long until someone rescued you from yourself.

“Do I dare say what a coincidence?” You spoke but didn’t turn to face the newly arrived company.

“Indeed I am here of my own volition.”

“So why is William James Moriarty at my suitor party? You didn't come to ask for my hand did you?” You made it seems like a joke but in truth, William was a fine man and if he had come for that reason you wouldn’t decline. You knew this wasn’t the case. Your feelings for the man went largely unnoticed at least that was what you were under the impression of.

He lightly chuckled at your attempt to amuse him. The reality was that he knew that after you were set to marry, the two of you would no longer share mundane moments like these and if he were in honesty, he would deeply miss you. In another life, he would’ve asked you to marry him to share your life with him and him alone. That would be selfish right? To drag you into his world, surely you would resent him.

He’d rather keep you at a distance, for you to keep your light naïve demeanour. The world could use more noblemen like you.

You leaned on the concrete railing. “ Don’t you find it odd?” you spoke up “ How a perfectly healthy woman woke up dead from an unexplainable illness?” You hardly spoke of your mother and he never pressed you. He tried not to get too involved in your life choosing to ignore the things he picked up through his keen observation skills.

“Pay no mind to my words, perhaps I am just reminiscing since I'm due to be married” Your words stung a little as if your acknowledgement of the situation made it seem more real. William gently takes your hand and places a penny in your palm, You look at him confused. “ A penny for your last thoughts” He whispered.

You held the penny up to your heart. “We can no longer meet like this.” you remind him you can’t be his. You turn to leave and he allows you to walk away.

You enter the large ballroom, “ Cheers to my child’s engagement, Italy is a fine place indeed.” So he had decided to ship you off to Italy, Father of the year alright.

You didn’t return to the party instead you returned to your quarters and waited for all the guests to empty out of the manor. You then approached your father's study.

“It’s late, you have an awful amount of packing tomorrow before you leave for Italy, I suggest some rest is in order” Your father was strict almost like he had no care for you. A mindless pawn for his disposal but not anymore.

“ I received a strange letter...” Intrigued he looked up at you and you passed the letter to him. “ It isn’t true right?’

“ Of course not, don't be naïve!”

“Right of course father, it seemed quite ridiculous”

“Have you shown this letter to anyone?”

Bingo!

“ How could I, that letter is extremely incriminating to our family name” you place a glass of wine on his desk. He gets up and picks up the glass, swirling the liquid inside. before abruptly throwing the glass against the wall behind you.

“How foolish of you to think I would fall the same trick I used against your mother.” He pushed you against the wall aiming a shard from the broken glass at your throat.

“ Now I will kill you just like I did your mother and everyone will think you were so in love that you rushed to Italy to be with your dear beloved. I’ll be free of burdens, Oh how long I waited for...” You pulled the letter opener out from his chest.

“ The wine was never poisoned” you grabbed his hand making a slight incision on your neck with the glass shard. He fell to his knees and you placed your foot on his shoulder pushing him onto the wooden floor of the study to simulate a struggle.

“Now, I’ll kill you and plead self-defence!”

You watched as the light slowly left his eyes before dropping the letter opener and running off frantically begging for help to sell your act.

You walked out of the station that morning cleared of charges and framed as the victim, it turns out your father committed many crimes over the last decade which came to light upon his death.

When you stepped into the street you were faced with none other than William. He was about to open his mouth to say something but instead, you spoke up first.

“Wait one moment...” you rummaged through your pockets before stepping closer to him. You whispered in his ear. “ A penny for your thoughts?” you leaned back slightly placing the penny in his jacket pocket near his chest.

He gently placed his hands on either side of your face stepping closer. “ Marry me,” he whispered on your lips before kissing you softly.

Perhaps you’d have a place in his world after all.

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yandere-romanticaa · 4 months

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Thinking about yanderes who know you better than anyone ever did. They know you better even than you know yourself, that's how in touch they are with your life.

I see them as the subtle types, the ones who would perhaps silently admire you from a safe distance. You look charming in the cafe you're sitting in, chatting away with a friend or two about some shared hobbies. He can't help but to stare, but it's only for a few moments! He knows better than to look for too long, he doesn't want to appear like some sort of creep now, does he? He sips on his drink quietly as his eyes ever so slightly go back and forth towards you and the door, ensuring a safe escape route, just in case things go south but they never do.

You're too lost in your own little bubble to notice him.

From that day onwards he starts to... Well, he's not sure how to put it into words.

It's natural for a person to have a crush but what he feels towards you is something much more intense to ever be in the realms of normalcy. If you've ever spoken two words with him would be a miracle but actually remembering him would be downright impossible because he is just not willing to show himself to you. He stalks all your social media, friends and family included. He is informed of where you went to school, your birthday, what jobs your estranged cousins may have. If you're the type to post stuff online, his life is made that much easier. He screenshots everything you post, no matter how silly and commits it all to memory in case he may need it.

If you don't, then it's a bit harder but he manages. He has a good head on his shoulders, even if that same head is telling him to stop doing this, this isn't right but his bleeding heart is screaming at him to please keep going, please, if I'm not keeping an eye on them 24/7 I think I might die.

No human being should ever know someone so intimately but he does not care. Even if you're not 100% in his life, he is content with whatever this is.

One day, he might grow a pair and properly introduce himself to you.

And it would be so cute if you got along just perfectly because you just so happen to like the same things too... He's always prepared.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈 (haikyuu), 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 (moriarty the patriot), 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 (genshin impact), 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆 (honkai star rail), 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 (seraph of the end), 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐄 (bungo stray dogs), 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐀 (my hero academia)

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tulipsforvin · 6 months

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Hello,can I request headcanon about how moriarty brothers will act as bf or s/o pls?

How would The Moriarty Brothers Act As a Significant Other/Bf?

Characters: Albert James Moriarty, William James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty.

Format: Headcannons.

Albert J. Moriarty

Affluent, rich and successful in almost all aspects to live a luxuriously comfortable life. What else could one ask for?

His gaze follow you anytime you look at something that catches your eye. Perhaps you didn't tell him you wanted it because you felt shy or nervous? He'd keep it a secret - his awareness of you finding something you like.

The next day you'd find it on your bedside table when you wake up, all nicely wrapped.

I reckon he leaves love notes as well ranging from short 'Good morning'(s) to professing his love for you.

Very playful with you. Always, always joking around with you. He loves listening to the sound of your laughter.

Protective. I think he's a fairly jealous man. Definitely not the pouting, sulking type but more like the 'show-them-you're-his' kind of type.

What a gentleman. And I mean, WHAT A GENTLEMAN. Back of the hand kisses, kissing your face, tying your shoelace, opening the door for you..I could go on and on.

He loves to use his money on you.

He knows what he's doing. Although he probably hasn't been in a relationship before, his experience with noble ladies absolutely fangirling over him has probably made him an expert in that field already.

If something gets overwhelming for you, for example a function, he'll shift the spotlight away from you to him so you can have a break. Just like how he does the same thing with William and Louis. Only further proves his protective tendencies.

William J. Moriarty

To be able to get into a relationship with him in the first place implies that you would need to have to break down through several walls that he built to shield himself and go through several obstacles (probably orchestrated by himself☠️).

But once you do, there's a certain comfortness he'll find in your presence. He'll be very vulnerable and turn emotional with you. Shocker. He's also really attentive.

Gets you out of predicaments with ease and can put up with your stubbornness.

He's very sweet and knows how to take care of you. Like, stroking a thumb over your lips if there's milk or something else that you didn't know was there when you just finished eating/drinking something.

Subtle, cute acts that make you swoon.

I'm so, so vey sure he writes love letters.

He's posessive, I'm sure. Contrary to the gentle exterior he has and even though he's quite soft with you, he's posessive. Proof is him going on and on about how Moran was his like a weirdo. Who says he can't do the same with you?

Not very experienced in the field of romance, but he would love to try out new things for you. There's also his intellect. This man probably does research on everything and anything relationship related to please you.

Your personal encyclopedia on all subjects. Don't know about a particular topic? There's nothing to worry about. William, of all people is your boyfriend after all.

Neck kisses. There's something he loves bout intimacy. Like, not just cheek kisses, though they are fine too but I think he loves to explore crevices of your body no one has explored before. Once again, makes him feel like you're his and only his.

Louis J. Moriarty

He likes to bake and cook for you. Anything you want to eat or drink at like, 3 in the morning? He'll trudge out of bed and go make it for you.

He's the more snuggly type. He likes to get warm and cozy with you, especially if it's cold outside.

He's protective like Albert but unlike Albert's more discreet way of acting protective, he's more direct. More agressive with his ways. Just as he is with Sherlock whenever he gets close to William.

NOT EXPERIENCED AT ALL !! He's very clumsy. He probably hasn't even interacted much with ladies before but he tries so, so very hard for you. That's so endearing.

Lots and lots of forehead and nose kisses for sure.

He's not one to talk unless it requires for him to speak so he's pretty satisfied just hearing your voice and nodding his head. A wonderful combination if you like to go on and on about all kinds of random topics.

The type to get easily jealous. He, most likely, has not had alot of meaningful relationships in his life except the Moriarty group, so when he's in a relationship - he's very territorial and gets jealous even though he seems like a sweetheart. Which he is, ofcourse - but just for a selected few.

He gets bashful in the early stages of his relationship or if the two of you are trying out something new. He also likes to bury his face in your chest and neck.

A sucker for intimacy like his older brother.

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isolabellz · 27 days

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the reunion we didn’t get to see

#sherliam #moriarty the patriot #yuumori #sherlock holmes #william james moriarty #sherlock x liam #sherlock x moriarty #they are so married #when you haven’t seen your husband in 3 months #i love them #happy birthday liam

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ananiel · 4 months

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Imagine being able to see spirits. You are able to see animals and humans walking (or floating) around, hearing how they talk and how they speak, talking about how they wish they could see their family or talking about how they want nothing more but justice

You are able to touch and pet, to speak and to interact with any of them, and when people touch your bare skin, they can see spirits too, which caused You to always wear gloves and long sleaves, as well as a mask

Now, the basic answear for this Power would be to become an oracle or some crazy witch of the Town. But what if You become a Detective. Yep, a young Detective that suddenly rised into the favour of the people for being able to solve cases that are a century old (mainly because the beheaded victim cries in Your bathroom at 3:36 am sharp every night)

So You live like this, in a happy way with your gift

Logical would be to keep your gift hidden too, so that people don't try to kill You for knowing to much

You met him on a random day, thinking nothing of him while a dog spirit was hiding behind your leg. He seemed friendly, and eager to befriend You as well, almost honored to be in your presence

Now spirits upon spirits whisper his name, talk about how deranged and how he was the one who killed them, or played part into their death. Spirits that got very fond of You would tell You to stay away from that man

You clearly followed their advice, and distanced yourself from him. But he isn't dumb, he caught up to it, and now, he tries to figure out what has gotten You to hate him so much

Surely... He has been studing You for ages, talking You day and night to figure out the best personality to just steal You away only for himself. What failed in his plan?

He asked himself, oh well, guess he'd have to take You in a more forcefull attempt

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yandere-wishes · 8 months

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⋆ Anomaly ⋆

❤Summary: Reader is an anomaly. A noblewoman of foreign descent. She doesn't belong here. But oh how she wishes to burn the world down just like William.

❤Author's note: A little something for Ana (@yandere-romanticaa) I hope you enjoy it!!

❤Warnings: Reader is traumatized, Yandere behavior, killing and blood, cryptic. I swear I know how math works…I've just been slaking this summer.

There are equations written over your skin. Complex formulas he's yet to solve. Exponents and variables freckle your body, scattered shards that try to tell him something, whispering the world's secrets every time he kisses your hand. You are an anomaly he thinks. Face full of cracks where the stars seep through. You're a mistake in the universe. A perfect doll misplaced. You are something, William is almost sure of it.

At heart, William is and always will be a mathematician. It just so happens that crime and math follow the same principles. Both require diligence and practice. Carefully throughout plans of how one must approach such a conundrum. One may call it a formula or a modus operandi or anything else as jejune. But in the end, a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.

And yet to Moriarty, you are an equation that refuses to be solved. An enigma he's desperately sought to unravel since your first meeting.

William notices something odd as you stroll down an exquisite exemplar of the golden ratio. Something the lord of crime can't fully place. You're akin to a puzzle missing far too many pieces to properly depict its picture. Maybe it's the setting he ponders as he watches you take careful steps in heeled shoes. Maybe it's the music from the ballroom or the meaningless prattle of the aristocrats that robs your form of all logic. Something is amiss with you and he's frantic to find out what it is.

William introduces himself when you reach the bottom of the staircase. He's never been one to show primary interest in the ladies. Rather he waits in the faint glow of the moonlight until someone approces him. Maybe it's the need to distinguish himself from the other aristocrats, maybe it's the repulsion for their customs and manners that refrains him from ever commencing idle chatter. Yet with you, a girl he's never met before, he finds it fitting to say hello first. To talk, about nothing and everything in the same breath. He mentions his admiration for the staircase in passing. Never expecting you to latch on to the words and morph them into the divine proportion. "My father was a mathematical enthusiast, he's passed that on to me as well." Your words slip into his veins like a narcotic, like the melody of an ancient tune lost to time.

William smiles, easy and bright like the melting rays of the desert sun. "Quite the coincidence, I'm a mathematics professor at Durham University". There's a giggle that bleeds from your rose-tainted lips. Reverberating in the chambers of his heart. "A toast then" you propose "to the lethal magnificence of calculation"

You click your champagne glass against his, as something feral festers within the young nobleman.

It's only days later when he's replaying that night in his head as he sips his afternoon tea. That he realizes your champagne glass was empty that whole time. How strange he pondered, wondering if he'd even seen you touch a single intoxicant all evening.

Four days and three sleepless nights later William finds himself tracing the letters of your name with tender adoration. As if he's engraving prayers upon his bones. He needs to see you again as desperately as he needs to breathe. The letter he writes is aloof, meticulous. Prying on your curiosity, hoping you'll take the bait. One miserable day later Louis delivers a letter bathed in your fragrance. Informing the lord Moriarty of your acceptance of his invitation for tea. William folds the letter with the leniency of a biologist regulating their slides. Tucking it away within his breast pocket.

You wear red when you oblige his invitation. An odd red, one that breaks his perception of the color. It's too vibrant yet too opaque. He's beginning to wonder if everything about you is an irregularity. When he ushers the conversation to your garment you merely laugh and brush it off as having belonged to your mother. There's something wrong with that reply as if the universe weeps at your every word. William watches astonished as if he's been told a secret lost to time.

It becomes a habit, an obsession, an addiction really. Tea thrice a week with the woman who plagues his dreams. He lets his cover slip between sips of tea. Permitting you glances into his dark affairs. There's a moment that breaks the norm. A bizarre instance when you ask him to spare no detail in recounting how a poor tormented man murdered the marquess that raped his wife. William stops the proclean cup mere millimeters from his lips. His voice dies in his throat as his mind races to find an appropriate way to tell a lady such a bloody tale. For a second reality slips away.

Reality has a tendency to slip away unnoticed when he's with you.

You weave William tales of foreign lands that sound like they belong in children's fairytales. You tell him about heroes who've done the impossible and kings whose hearts are as pure as the summer skies.

Something about you reverberates in his subconscious. Oh, how he wishes to engulf you, to pick apart your flesh revealing all those dainty secrets you keep in your pretty little chest.

He asks how you know of such utopic lands. You smile. "Because I once lived there"

One day, as Louis serves black tea with rose petals, you bring up a rather peculiar request. "Permit me to assist you in your quest for equality lord Moriarty." William's beginning to believe he's going mad when he hears you. Albit it may as well be expected. Any sane noble lady would have run away many times over. Yet you remain. Forever poised in your adorned seat. Now more than ever William wishes he knew what you truly are. "I want to help you", you plead. "Allow me to aid you in burning this world down and starting anew". He shouldn't have accepted, he shouldn't have nobbed. He shouldn't have left his seat to trace the side of your face with more love than he knew he possessed.

Sometimes, William wonders if something is haunting you, an apparition nesting within the depths of your heart. He ponders what could drive a brilliant mind such as yours to crave the blood of the rich. You once told him about a heritage disrespected. A legacy buried under sand and water lilies. He's yet to find the true meaning behind those words. Does that make you a threat or an ally? Can either be exalted to a lover?

Moriarty promises you the world. Promise you revenge. He's not sure if he too will burn away in your vendetta. Yet he's willing to take the risk if he can hold you close after every murder case.

"I've tried to kick the habit of strolling around the cemeteries at night. Yet I must admit I rather enjoy this." William smiles at your twisted words as he leads the way. If everything has goes as planned -which is most often the case- then the two of you should be prepared for quite the spectacle. A certain Count - who had shown more interest in you than Moriarty could permit- would be getting knifed by his butler whose life he had ruined. A whole new meaning to the term 'the butler did it'. Quite comedic from William's perspective.

You lean on a withering oak tree, hidden by London's thick fog. William stands by your side, the personification of a grim reaper. You watch the play begin, the cobblestone stage illuminated by the blood-red moon. The confrontation, the knife being thrust into the rich vermin's heart. Again and Again and Again. The butler screams into the bloodstained night. His words quelled by his sobs and screams of agony from his dying tormentor. You only catch half of his reasoning, half of his allegations. And yet that is more than enough to comprehend his motive. You sympathize with the poor man, one whose scars mirror your own.

William's scarlet gaze befalls you, as the performance nears its end.

You pick at your nails in a manner that William finds a little too adorable.

You are an anomaly masquerading as a human. Depression lays heavy over your bones as stardust gathers in the corners of your eyes.

You pray to the creator of the moon, pray for a place long since destroyed.

"I've yet to find someone who truly understands me," you say as the two of you begin the journey back to the Moriarty estate.

"Then we share the same burden, my lady," William says, stopping in his tracks.

He lays a firm hand on your shoulder pulling you backwards into his embrace. Somewhere in the distance, three crows consecrate you with their blessings. Willian's hands rest heavy on your sides. He holds you like a little boy holds his father's arithmatic books. Full of care, full of wonder. "What are you" he whispers into your ear. Leaving a playfully hard bite to the shell. His lips trace yours like one traces a treasure map. Trying to unearth all the riches of the world. "My anomaly" he mutters before he finally commits.

When Moriarty kisses you the whole world melts away.

There's an intriguing lightheadedness that follows. As if the stars themselves have exploded within you. You wonder if basking in his presence will mend your tattered heart.

"My precious little anomaly"

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fairy-writes · 3 months

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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.”

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ranposbabe · 4 months

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You Dangle The Mistletoe

summary: how some mtp men react when you dangle the mistletoe above you ;)

warnings: slightly suggestive in all except louis n herder (??)

WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY

William had spent the entire day locked in his study

He didn’t mind as the hours flew by but you begged to differ

All was quiet while he continued to read his book until he heard a rather loud knock at the door.

He wonders who it is (not)

He expected you to simply walk in and yet when he didn’t hear your footsteps or was only then did he turn around.

You stood there with the mistletoe laying on top of your head

Like a statue waiting for his reaction first

He attempted to hide his smirk but of course you saw right through

“Take that off your head, y/n” He sighs, his eyes still stuck to the page.

You don’t even think he was actually reading at this point, surely it doesn’t take that long to read one page

“I will if only you-

“If only I what ?”

“Take off your clothes first”

William could no longer hide his smirk

ALBERT JAMES MORIARTY

It was late eventing and Albert had finally returned from his military duties

But what you didn’t expect was to find Albert still in his uniform.

But it was a good surprise

You always thought he looked good in any colour but he something about him in red had you hot and bothered-i always get carried away when writing about Albert plss

Anyways he’s standing there looking proud and you’re dangling that mistletoe with your shaking hands and all is well

He then joins you by your side and does not hesitate in kissing you

You both enjoy yourself as you spend hours minutes kissing

When I say enjoy I mean like really enjoy

But next thing you know he’s groping your chest :0

“Albert !” You gasp at the sudden pleasurable sensations

He apologizes but he doesn’t mean it

He looks down at you with this mesmising emerald eyes that are glazed over with lust as he chuckles at the sight of your face becoming hot-

“You were holding it rather low, y/n”

LOUIS JAMES MORIARTY

Louis stood rather anxiously in the kitchen as he listed to himself the ingredients he needed to gather to prepare supper

As always you were prepared to lighten the mood

Of course it never made him feel better you just got a laugh out of it most of the time

With his back facing you, you did spend quite some time simply watching him as he worked.

You were about to make him stress even more

“I think you’re missing something.”

He acts like he knew you were there but he didn’t (at least the whole time you were there)

“What is it ?” He rather blunt while you giggle showing off the mistletoe

He just stands there looking at you and you’re starting to get freaked out by his judgemental stare

He can’t help it though he struggles with expressing himself :(

He quickly catches on and trust me he wants to give you a little kiss but what if moran walks in ???!

Nobody is ever in the mood to deal with that man

Eventually he does come to your side and gently presses a kiss to your cheek

He does look behind your back to make sure no one is there

“Here” You hand him a napkin from the kitchen counter only for him to raise a brow in confusion at you

“You have a squished berry on your cheek”

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Sherlock had mentioned to you earlier in the day that his day would be filled with jobs so he of course told you not to wait up for him

Of course you never listen to him

To be far as it was already late you didn’t think you’d have to wait long for his return.

You were so wrong

You decided to wait up holding the mistletoe above your head waiting

Sherlock was gone so long you literally fell asleep

Some time went by Sherlock was busy :(

Your eyes flutter open to see the room in complete darkness except for a candle keeping the room in a dimly light

“What’s this ?”

You jump up in shock to see the sight of Sherlock standing over you holding the mistletoe as if to inspect it

“Nothing !” You laugh, without hesitation you grab it right from the detective

But still Sherlock observed it, noticing immediately how hot your face became as you twiddled with it nervously

“Perhaps it should be lower.”

Next thing you know the mistletoe is laying on your stomach ;)

Let’s just say…Sherly knows where to place his kisses <3

VON HERDER

You didn’t have to search far when it came to looking for Herder

“Herder !!!” You called, of course not surprised to see the man hunched over working on something you could only guess was an invention or so

With his back facing you as he was sat in his chair you didn’t hesitate to make your presence more known

“Oh hello” He smirks at slight ticklish sensation of the mistletoe touching the tip of his nose

Still sitting, he looked straight up tilting his head back already anticipating exactly what you came for

He couldn’t help but chuckle as you rather hastily pressed a quick kiss against his lips

“Well thank you for my present, y/n” He stands up from his seat.

He could tell you were blushing

With his figure now standing in front of the table tho truly did begin to wonder what exactly he was working on

But with Herder you were never left wondering long

“Here’s your present !”

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw what was laid out on the table

“My very own gun !!!!”

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⌕ yuukoku no moriarty • william j. moriarty.

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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Kidnapping of a Nobblewoman

William James Moriarty x female!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warning:kidnapping, kind of SA, but not really idk? There is touchung without consent, blood, death, fluff at the end

Summary:You are supposed to accompany William to the University in Durham when something happens that the Criminal Mastermind didn't expect...

Masterlist

"Y/N, please hurry up," William said, looking at me encouragingly.

"I'm coming," I replied softly.

We were standing at the station waiting for the train to Durham.

William had a lecture there and I was to accompany him.

"The train should be here any minute," Will added, letting his gaze wander over the train tracks.

"I think I left my book on the bench," I mumbled, looking at him, "I'll be right back."

William nodded, "Be careful!"

I rushed back to the bench we were sitting on and yes, my book was still there.

I quickly took it and wanted to run back to Will.

But as I walked past a small alley, I could hear faint calls.

"Help!?" It was difficult to understand but clearly audible.

I hesitated, Will was standing merely ten meters away. I could get to him, but something in me stopped me.

I gripped my book tightly and headed down the alley.

"Hello?" I asked hesitantly. It was pretty dark here even though it was the middle of the day.

suddenly a tall man stepped out of the darkness.

I took a step back, startled.

He looked quite poor, wore normal peasant clothes and looked at me intently.

"Sorry," he said.

"Are you Lady Y/L/N, Earl Moriarty's fiancée?" he asked politely.

"That's me," I said confused, "Who are you?"

"Grab her," he whispered, and suddenly two big guys with daggers appeared behind him.

One grabbed my arm, but I dodged, having learned how to fight.

but I wasn't fast enough, he caught my wrist and pulled me to the alley.

"William!?" I yelled and watched him turn to me in shock before the kidnapper put his hand over my mouth and held a dagger to my throat.

"Shut up!" he muttered while his accomplice tied my hands.

"Y/N!?" I heard Will shout, but he was bumped into by someone who passed him and fell to the ground.

the kidnappers continued to drag me down the alley to a carriage and just as William got to his feet we drove off and he lost sight of us.

"Release me!" I yelled, trying to kick, but one of the kidnappers grabbed my neck and painfully dug his fingertips into my skin.

"You shut up, got it?" He raised a knife.

I weighed my chances. unfortunately there wasn't much escape, so I nodded and he lowered the knife.

His buddy took a piece of cloth and tied it over my eyes.

"Now shut up, little mouse"

"That wasn't one of our plans, Louis," William said to his brother, looking at him intently, "Y/N was kidnapped!"

His brother just looked down in silence, after all he knew William's fiancée and loved her like a sister.

"We'll find her," Moran interfered, who now entered the room with Fred and Bond.

"I'll start looking right away," Fred added and was gone again.

fear for his beloved was written all over William's face and everyone present knew that it would be difficult for him to keep a cool head and make a plan now.

"William," Louis said calmly, "We'll find her, but when we do, we'll need a plan."

he looked at him meaningfully.

"Yes,"William whispered and jumped up, "I already have an idea. Where's Albert?"

"Wake up," I felt cold water being splashed on my face.

Someone roughly pulled me to my feet and tore off the blindfold.

"you're going to the boss," he murmured, tugging at my arm until I gave in and followed him.

They took me to a large room with floor to ceiling windows, it was already night and the moonlight shone on the dirty floor.

"Lady Y/L/N!" a voice called out of the darkness, "Soon to be Lady Moriarty, won't you?"

You could hear the glee as he stepped out of the darkness.

"May I introduce myself?" he said politely and walked to a small side table next to the sofa and armchair.

"I'm Count Albus," he took a sip of tea, "and I'm facing bankruptcy."

I had to laugh.

"What's so funny? Does my suffering amuse you?" he scoffed, all niceties faded.

"No," I said quietly, "I'm amused that you squandered too much money on hunting children and thus led to your own downfall."

He looked at me angrily. I watched as he put the cup back and walked toward me. He raised his hand and raised his hand to punch.

the left side of my face felt numb after he finished.

I let my head hang low in pain, but he tugged at my hair and grabbed my head forcefully.

I looked into his eyes.

"Now listen to me! You and your fiancée together have enough money to fund all of London"

"So you want to blackmail him?" I suggested.

He slapped me one more time, before grabbing my hair again.

I felt a bruise forming on my lower lip and blood running down my chin.

"Unfortunately, yes," he whispered, eyeing me, "Right now, a ransom note is being sent to Lord Moriarty."

"Well, you'll have to wait a long time for an answer," I replied.

"He'll answer, I'm sure of that," he let go of me, "He loves you, truly. something very honorable and yet..."

The Count looked at me intently.

"Let's get down to the pastime," he murmured, hurrying toward me.

He roughly grabbed my neck and then pressed his lips to mine.

I tried to fight back, but his grip was unbreakable and he pinned me down.

finally Albus broke away. He licked his lips greedily. Blood on his own face now. My blood

"This is going to be fun," he murmured, kneeling in front of me. Since I was tied to a chair, there wasn't much of an escape from him.

This time he placed his hand on the back of my neck, his fingertips playing with my hair, which was now cascading in long waves over my shoulders.

Suddenly he roughly grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head to the side so he could have more access to my neck.

without warning, he quickly kissed up my neck to the nape of my neck. I writhed in disgust, but couldn't do anything.

"Well," whispered Albus, "Calm down, lady."

The kisses grew longer and more painful, he literally bit down and I felt his other hand wander to my waist.

Suddenly a shot rang out and a window to our right shattered.

Albus backed away, startled. I breathed a sigh of relief. Will and the others had to be there.

"That's it then," I muttered as more shots rang out and Albus' men screamed.

two rushed in but they promptly went down, Two bullets to the back of the head.

"What's going on here?" Albus asked, puzzled.

"Scotland Yard!" someone shouted from outside.

"Damn," Albus had gone completely insane now, he grabbed a dagger with an ornate hilt and ran towards me.

He untied my bonds, but before I could escape, he grabbed my arm and pulled me along.

"William!?" I yelled as he pulled me with him, the dagger pointed at my throat.

Immediately afterwards the door burst open.

william was standing in front of us, holding a crowbar in his hand.

A grin crept onto my face, he had found me.

"Count Albus," Will said politely.

"I am asking you to drop the dagger, please"

but Albus only pressed the blade harder against my throat, causing a drop of blood to roll down my neck.

"Back off!! " he shouted.

"Sorry," William whispered, lifting the crowbar, "You chose the hard way!"

he came up to us: "And now take your hands off my fiancée "

Leaping forward, he deftly slashed at Albus, causing him to drop the dagger.

I quickly jumped to the side as William swung again and hit Albus on the forehead. Immediately he fell to the ground.

from then on all hell broke loose.

Moran and Albert burst in, along with three of Albus' people. But they were shot immediately, since two members of MI6 also came along.

When the shooting started, William immediately pulled me towards him and protected me with his body.

"William!?" I yelled and we backed away.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Will asked worried.

"Yes," I whispered as he pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me.

I looked around. Dead bodies lay everywhere, five of Albus' people, all with a bullets between the eyes. and Albus himself, lying in front of the sofa, head smashed and blood dripping from his forehead.

"Y/N?!"

I took my eyes off the bodies and looked at William.

"Oh god, Will," I mumbled, burying my face in his shoulder.

Lady Moriarty kidnapped: Count Albus scandal solved

I read today's newspaper with an amused look and realized that this unexpected incident could still help us in our project.

"What makes you so happy, love?" William came up behind me and leaned his elbows on the back of the chair.

"It turned out to be a good thing, Will," I murmured, smiling at him.

He smiled back cautiously.

He slowly raised his hand and gently pushed my hair aside. There were still a few bruises there.

I caught William's worried look.

I quickly grabbed his hand: "I'm fine"

I looked up at him.

"Will?" I asked confused as he got up and walked around the chair. He slowly knelt down in front of it.

"Y/N", he literally put his hands on mine, of course he didn't miss the fact that my wrists were still bruised.

"I love you," he continued, "And nothing in the world is ever going to change that. I'm sorry that I was careless and let this happen. I should have come with you"

He sighed and looked down.

"William," I put my hand on his cheek and gently lifted his head so he was looking at me, "None of this is your fault, got it? If anyone has been careless, it's me. You saved me and I am eternally grateful to you for that. I love you too Will and it will always be"

A grin crept onto his face now.

He cautiously approached me, but I immediately pulled him towards me by his tie and pressed my lips to his.

he happily pulled me onto his lap.

"Will!?" I yelled as we both fell to the ground. Suddenly I was on top of him. But he wrapped his hands around my waist and rolled us over so he was now laying on top of me.

"Will?" I laughed as he began planting feathery kisses down my neck, careful not to hurt me.

"I love you Y/N," he murmured into the back of my neck.

"I love you too, Will," I replied, running my fingers through his long blonde hair, "And only you."

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dating william james moriarty aesthetic

#moriarty the patriot #aesthetic #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x you #moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot x you #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x you #miffytaffy moodboard^᪲

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yandere-romanticaa · 8 months

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Omgg I am obsessed with your recent mtp Yandere William posts. I am a sucker for Yandere William but for his darling to be a Yandere for him also?? That’s just chefs kiss. I love how he acts obviously to his darling’s pinning! I can see him testing his darling and putting them through an emotional rollercoaster whenever he “mistakes” their gestures as innocent and friendly or getting close with other women. Like darling is contemplating whether they should march over to him talking to the women flirting with him and grab him by his tie and pull him away or stay put but glare daggers at him and the woman.

He'd act so coy, the perfect gentleman. Why, he is only making small talk with the ladies who came up to him, it would be rude to turn them away! Social protocol is unfortunately something to consider here and as a gentleman from a noble house, William can't turn down the women most of the time, particularly if they catch him off guard.

The faces you make are like a drug to him. William is a man who can read you like an open book, there's absolutely nothing you can hide from him. Even as you do your best to stay hidden in the shadows he can still make out the bitter frown on your face and if looks could kill, every single woman that surrounded him would already be deep in the ground, serial killer style.

You have no idea that William feels exactly the same when it comes to you too.

Men are slimy dogs who will do practically anything to get their hands on a woman.

In a way, he's no better.

Whenever he thinks that some fool has a chance with you, William makes his move. Bloodshed is not ideal but it is not completely off the table either, more so if the gentleman in question thinks that he can just have you as he damn pleases.

William always has to hold himself back from scoffing and pinching the bridge between his nose whenever he's talking to these morons. To think, that these men could come close to your level is preposterous. They do not even bother to see the absolute radiance you possess, if he could William would kiss the ground you walk on. He wants to worship you, give you his entire heart, body and soul, it's all you deserve and so much more.

He's more than happy to see that you feel the same way. All he needs to do is bide himself just a little bit more time and he can go in for the kill.

You will be his. There were no doubts about that.

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tulipsforvin · 20 days

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Hi ! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ I would like to react to the moriarty boys reacting to their s/o messing with them and doing the "you know other woman ?!"

I’m sure you’re gonna do great, I love your work !

✧ thank you for requesting and for your kind words !! also, really, really sorry for the incredibly late response 🥲

✧ albert james moriarty

“honey?” he calls out to you. he's holding up a dark blue suit infront of him in his right hand and a black one in his other hand. “which one do you think would be appropriate for tonight?”

he'd told you yesterday that he'd been invited by the queen for some sort of function, which is why he had been asking for your advice on what to wear.

“hmm..” you ponder. “what kind of party is it and who is going to be there?”

“well, it's supposed to be a banquet held by the queen—so probably noblemen and noblewomen.”

“do you know them?”

“well, i'm acquainted with the men and i've held conversations with some of the women before.”

“hold on a second..” you pause. “so what you're staying is that.. you know other women than me?”

he freezes. “..honey?” he's practically sweatdropping in an instant. has he made you upset somehow?

why? he thinks to himself, staring at you in shunned silence. for being aware of the existence of other women on this planet? would blinding himself do the trick? perhaps he and you should move to a cave instead, perhaps—

you can practically see the coils turning in his head, the way his adam's apple bobs when he gulps, the sweat forming on his brow and you can't help but burst out laughing.

“a little overdramatic, aren't you?” you giggle and he looks at you like you've just told him the sky is below.

“what..?” he raises an eyebrow, confused. “i'm not sure i follow, however, if i've angered you then-”

“i was joking, al.” you grin and he exhales heavily in relief, hand on his chest. but he manages to calm down, even tease you back a little. “you've already taken my heart and now you want to take my life as well? quite selfish, don't you think, my dear?”

✧ william james moriarty

“i still think you should rest..” you huff.

although he only just recently recovered from a fever, he'd resumed with his duties. “rest assured, darling, i'm sure grading a few test papers won't kill me.'” william tells you, a subtle smile on his lips.

the man lifts his head up from the desk ever so slightly, watching your lips form into the smallest of pouts. amused, and quite fond of how endearing you look—he leans back in his chair, chuckling softly.

“if you're that worried, i'll inform you that i already have someone from the university helping me.”

“really? then—” you exhale. “wait, she?”

“mm?” he tilts his head. “yes. she.”

“wait—” your eyebrows furrow and your eyes narrow into a glare. “you know other women?”

“pardon?” william blinks in surprise. the calmness that he always exerts seems to crackle the tiniest bit as confusion surges within him. “are you.. jealous?”

“hah?” hands crossed, a single eyebrow raised.

the blond's eyebrows shoot up momentarily before relaxing. he's far too intelligent to not catch up to the little prank you're playing on him, far too observant not to notice the little grin you're trying to hide.

he laughs, eyes creasing. “very funny, love.” he says sarcastically. “but you have absolutely nothing to worry about..”

william takes your hand in his, pressing soft lips atop your knuckles. “for my attention, affection and everything of me are reserved, solely for you.”

✧ louis james moriarty

it is afternoon and the two of you are strolling in the streets of durham, grocery shopping. your fingertips brush as you both walk by side by side. louis suggests going to the bakery and buying some pastries since one of the missions that his elder brother planned had become a complete success.

as the two of you enter the bakery and look over the cake and pastry counter, deciding what to buy—

“louis!” a woman chirps, eyes glittering. she's hovering right behind louis, looking over his shoulder. “good to see you again. what are you buying?”

“oh.” louis turns, nods his head. “it's good to see you, too. we were just deciding on what pastries to buy.”

“really?” she asks. then, points to a few pastries. “you should buy these, they're really good.” and suddenly, they've engaged in deep conversation about dairy while you watch them interact in utter silence.

something about this irks you, even if it's by the slightest so you decide to mess around with him.

once she's gone, you begin quietly. “i didn't know you knew other women than me.” your lips look like they've inflated with how much you're sticking them out in feigned upsetness, and that startles louis.

“is that... an issue to you?” he questions, genuinely curious. he's careful with his words—amidst his surprise—because he notices your demeanor turning gloomy. “she is just someone i happen to coincidentally meet once in a while i do some shopping. nothing more, nothing else.”

he's sincere in his words, his eyebrows furrowed in genuine worry and you begin to feel a little guilty.

you shrug. “it's okay, you don't need to explain yourself to me.” you tell him. “because i'm not really upset or anything, i was just joking.”

and then you give him a grin and you watch his tense shoulders visibly relax. “i.. see. then—”

“but we're not going to get the pastries she suggested.” you tell him bluntly and he blinks in surprise.

“let's choose something else together, louis.” your words sound joyous and so does your voice but something about your smile makes him feel a little chill down his spine.

perhaps you were a little jealous, after all?

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