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aphroditelovesu · 2 months

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Hai, do you take request for Enola Holmes? If so could you do a headcannon for Yandere husband Sherlock holmes x Young Duchess Of Somerset who is a very wealthy, prestigious, powerful and Influential woman in England?

(Both in headcannon and Boi, please)

❝ 🔍 — lady l: I hope you like it, anon! I certainly enjoyed writing it and here is the link to his bot :) have fun and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: stalking, mention of kidnapping and death and unhealthy relationships.

❝🔍pairing: yandere!sherlock holmes x female!reader.

Sherlock Holmes never planned to get married, too focused on his work to even think about the possibility of getting a wife and having children. He always kept that thought in mind for a long time, until the day he met you, the Duchess of Somerset.

During an investigation, Sherlock had to go to a ton society ball to get clues and with the money and fame he had, it wasn't difficult. He just didn't expect to find you there, so beautiful and surrounded by flatterers. Holmes did not expect to be taken away the way he was by your smile.

You changed his way of thinking very quickly, leaving him intrigued and a little curious. Who were you, anyway? And why don't you get out of his thoughts? Endless, unanswered questions were all Holmes had.

Sherlock did extensive research about you and your family. You came from a noble and powerful family, very rich and prestigious and there were many benefits to marrying you. Several young nobles had their eyes on you as your title and powers were very tempting. This made him furious.

They were all leeches who only wanted you for the power and riches that came with it. They could never appreciate you the way he would, they couldn't worship the ground you walk on the same way he would. They would never be as good to you as he would be.

Sherlock wasn't sure why he felt this way about you, but he knew he couldn't allow you to marry one of those unworthy fellows. He had to have you, it was a need, a desire that dominated him completely. You would be his, he would be sure of that.

He was quick to pursue you and court you. Being the excellent detective that he was, Sherlock quickly discovered all of your interests and places you used to go to and he consequently started appearing in those places and talking to you. He knew he shouldn't seem crazy, so Sherlock was kind and showed an obvious interest in you.

It didn't take long for him to become in love with you, even with the dark and unhealthy feelings taking over his mind, Sherlock still remained the same with you. You also fell in love with him gradually, he was handsome, kind and not a brainless sycophant. He was everything you could want in a husband, so when, one autumn afternoon, he asked you to marry him, you happily said yes. Holmes smiled at this, everything was going the way he planned.

Fortunately for your family's life, they had no problem accepting Sherlock into the family. He was a good suitor and had good fame and fortune, so he was good to marry you, the Duchess of Somerset. Sherlock was happy about that, satisfied with the fact that he wouldn't have to convince your family in less orthodox ways.

Life with him was good and Sherlock was a good husband by the standards of the time. He was faithful to you and loved you deeply. You never thought a husband could love his wife as much as he did, but Sherlock was one of a kind. He made you feel loved every day, every little bit of you was adored by him. He loved the ground you walked on and did everything he could to make you happy.

He spoiled you endlessly, anything you wanted he would buy for you. Even if it wasn't necessary due to your status, Sherlock still loved giving you gifts. Your wardrobe grew a lot after your wedding and there were many times when you only wore a dress once out of the many you received.

Sherlock was very protective and slightly possessive over you, but he won't let you down. He will vent his jealousy and fury in other ways, he could never think of upsetting you with that. But his overprotection could be suffocating, as he made a point of personally taking care of his safety and he was constantly attached to you. It was part of the job, he would tell you.

He would teach you self defense if you didn't know. He knows it's dangerous, but Sherlock wants you to know how to defend yourself in case he can't protect you. Especially when you were pregnant, he wouldn't take any risks.

Being the Duchess of Somerset and having so much power and influence wouldn't stop Sherlock from pursuing you. He might have some problems with that, since due to your heritage he could never kidnap you because he would be discovered, but he would deal with it. After all, you are his and he is yours. And when he became your husband, he swore to himself that he would never stop loving you and he would never let you go.

You are united until death, at the end of it all.

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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What do you think of Sherlock with a crybaby reader? The reader is very sensitive, anything someone says or any situation that is a little embarrassing, the reader starts to cry a lot. Although Sherlock is always defensive when she starts to cry, he can't deny that he is always turned on with her little eyes filled with tears (Maybe a smut with dacriphilia and size kink. I'm sorry I'm making so many requests about Sherlock, I just love this man too much, and so little dark content about it :C)

Crybaby

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Sherlock Holmes X gn!Reader

Summary: His reaction to a crybaby reader.

Warnings: Smut, +18, non-con/dub-con, yandere, dark, obsessive/possessive, kidnapped reader, taking advantage of the naive reader, manipulating, dacryphilia kink (?), praise kink

When Sherlock is busy, his intolerance to the people around him doubles. People are intolerably idiot, blind and sentimental. Their brains can't process obvious evidences, their eyes are blind to facts and their hearts are their biggest weakness. Sherlock is a strong man isolated from all those dangers. He doesn't let anything get in the way of his logic and facts.

John's unnecessary sentimentality towards the victims bothers him. He told John many times that he's being useless, citing crying over patients who were dying in hospitals won't help them. The fact that John sees him as a monster or a robot just proves his logic.

It's a big shock to him that such a sociopathic guy is attracted to a crybaby like you. Although he may try to deny at first, he accepts your sensitive nature over time. His disregard for emotions was the big reason why he didn't want you because he had never felt such intense emotions before and you were scaring him. But his twisted feelings for you overcame his fear and he embraced you with all your disadvantages. Now you're the only person who can be there even when he's busy.

It confuses not just Greg and John, but everyone including Mrs. Hudson that you're the only one who doesn't piss him off. You're supposed to piss him off the most! You start to cry easily because of something you've watched, heard or read, and Sherlock patiently takes you in his arms every time. His voice is kind when he asks you what happened. He knows it's nothing serious and you're just upset over something silly, but he's never spoken down to you. No matter how small it is, he nods, confirm you with his words and comforts you.

He thinks your mind is too sensitive. It's not conducive to rationality and is doomed to remain completely erroneous. You are like that, very sensitive and it's his job to protect you. It's not just because he's obsessed with you that he keeps you by his side all the time. He keeps you by his side as much as possible to make sure you're okay rather than leaving you alone.

When you cry, he caresses your hair and looks straight into your eyes, even if you're not looking at him. All this crying is so nonsensical to him, but he's so exciting to watch you. It's perfect to observe a different situation and it relates to you. Normally he can't stand crying people and finds it so boring, but everything is just so interesting with you.

It's okay for him to stop his work to comfront you. When Greg witnessed this, he frowned and opened his mouth in surprise. Half a minute after Sherlock insulted his intelligence and told him not to distract him, he walked over to your trembling body and asked in a soft voice what was wrong. He took you in his arms, placed multiple kisses on your cheek, then pointed Greg to the door. "Leave. Your presence bothers me."

And one day, of course, Greg would say something to upset you, and Sherlock knew this moment would come. John knows how protective Sherlock is about you, and he learned the hard way not to mess with you a long time ago. Someone like Sherlock gets so possessive over someone like you, of course it leaves questions in their little minds. John knows how much Greg will regret making you cry. Oh, he's going to regret it so much.

Sherlock hides all this cruel and violent side of himself from you. It wouldn't just make you cry, it would also traumatize you. He secretly deals with the situations and people you cry for, and loves to see you waiting for him when he gets back to his flat. It must be a terrible thing to have nowhere to go and be so helpless, luckily you have Sherlock. You may cry because you're being shy when he looks at you while talking to you, or when you see him bleeding for some reason. Sherlock will always smile at you, looking into your eyes as if he can see what's on your mind.

In fact, there are times when your crying gives him some kind of pleasure. If you're crying from pain or serious sadness, he hates it. But if you cry when you're angry or embarrassed, because of something insignificant, he finds it quite... arousing.

At such times, his steps are slower, his voice is deeper, and his breathing is heavier as he comes to you. As he picks you up, his hands roam around your body longer than they should, he brings his face close to your neck while looking at you, and starts kissing your tears from there till he reaches your eyes. He feels his body burning as he asks what happened. He loves to listen to your sobbings so closely. He loves your trembling and high voice as you speak.

He takes you to his bedroom every time, saying he'll make you feel good. You whimper as he takes off your clothes and tell him to stop but he tells you to trust him. He makes you feel so good every time, doesn't he? You're his, don't forget that.

Your reaction when you see his big cock never changes. You gasp and cry more. You remember how he fits into you so hard and you're so scared, perfect. Each time, he leans over your face and places kisses all over to shush you. He knows you'll never stop crying and he doesn't want you to stop anyway. It's just his instinctive reaction based on your own reaction. Nothing makes his cock throbbing so hard but you begging him to stop and sobbing. Your screams as he thrusts himself in and your miserable cries that follow is delightful.

He doesn't know why your cries turn him on so much. He doesn't know why he secretly wishes you not to stop crying while he comforts you. He must hate your crying in every way. It should cause him pain, not pleasure. Well, he doesn't have time to think about that as his cock explores your tight walls again. Why do you have to be so sweet and sensitive?

He always makes sure you cum too. Makes sure you enjoy it. Even with sobs, you have to cum. Afterwards he kisses your trembling lips and presses your body to himself. You're so tired and too scared to move.

He's so careful and gentle while washing you. He makes sure to be quick. Your cries turn into soft sighs and you hold on to him. He always praises you while he washes you. He tells how brave and a good baby you are for him that he's so proud of you, that you make him feel so good and you're so special. He puts you in his bed and tells you how much he loves you before you fall asleep.

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ananiel · 4 months

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Oh You, the smiley Fox that his world seem to revolve around.

You were... He doesn't know. He doesn't know what status You have, what family You might come from or what that smile filled with malice means, or how the rumours about You started, no one does, and it seems like no one ever Will.

The only thing known about You, is the fact that You have powers. Powers that could help him, powers that could make everything so much more easier for him.

So he asked around, stalked and threatened others for Informations, and finally, he got the chance to see You and speak to You

The first Time he had the oportuny to be in your presence, it was like a lump formed in his throat. He has heard about that fox like grin of yours, a grin that keeps people awake at night.

But that stare, that stare that completly shut him up. He could stay ages under your stare and he wouldn't get bored, wouldn't even think of something else at all, just You

You were beautiful, a true gem for him. He snapped out of the first shock, at least a little, and he started asking question. Of course, your answears were like riddels, not even the "yes/no" answears were simple, You had to spice them up, to make them harder for him to understand You. He repeats them in the dead of the night like a prayer, as if he'd have a chance in ever revealing your true nature. As if you'll be his once he does reveal te truth behind your words.

Never did a woman keep him up at night like You did. Hell, he wasn't even aware this could happen before meeting You.

IT was but when he did his nightly routine when he saw something. You marked him with your magic, and your initials were ingraved into his colarbone with a neatly handwritting. His fingers ran over that place over and over. In his delusional mind, he saw this as a sign that You wanted him too, as much as he wanted You.

He grew obsessed with that ideea, of the ideea that You were just as crazy about him as he was about You.

His obsession grew because of it, but if he only knew the truth. The truth that it was actually a Mark You put on him to warn other witches of his intentions. After all, before his intention to love you, the first one was to use your powers and nothing else

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 2 months

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A:n- 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰...

𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 from 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴

(Slight yan) Sherlock Holmes x male reader

It wasn't the fact you were too quiet. No, he is fine with people been quiet.

And there are many artist.

Illustration, architect, and... Good in chemistry and painters.

Nor he should bother himself to name all of them.

But something was different about you.

You have knowledge he knows but you pretend you aren't compatible in intellect.

He doesn't get you at all.

Not even one bit.

He doesn't.

Perhaps he was annoying you often.

Perhaps...

But you don't seem to bother much so it's fine right?

Confining yourself in the room he had to unlock it because you make Miss Husson worry perhaps... Even him.

Friends... Were you even his friends can you both call each other that? He wonders.

People will lose interest in silent people who barely talks but he couldn't.

He never understands you or perhaps he does but never really takes into consideration that he may over bothering you.

Right...?

You were so unbothered... So blank with poker face of sort.

Not even a smile.

And the fact he gets annoyed that you can't even draw him unlike how you drew the others.

He wonders why you often hang out with Madeline either.

Yes she is pretty but isn't she overbearing sometimes? Like often hog your attentions?

Hugging you as if you both are couples.

Trying to swoon you with her smile and.. And.. He doesn't know why.

He felt irritated that you never told her to keep distance but to him.

Hey both of you were boys either way it wouldn't bother you to hug you... Will it?

Even John and you hang out quiet well.

you spoke more with John than... Him.

And whatever he does it never... Get your attention.

Like... He never caught your attention.

He doesn't know why he is feeling this way.

Frustrated he was and annoyed.

But... He just want to hug you is it... Weird?

Or will it bother you if lean closer to you more?

I mean... Okay you are irritated by the cigarette smell... Which he try not to smoke often around you.

He doesn't understand you at all.

He felt his mind been consume constantly... By either the case he should do as a detective or... Try to...

Why were you so... Difficult.

His brother said women's are hard to tell but for him it was you.

He... Just want to see... Your smile.

Once.

That's all he ask.

And perhaps... He will crack you open more.

He doesn't understand why you talk to William well too.

Like you both knew each other well.

He knows Liam also is interested on you.

He is too he admit.

You were strange.

But perhaps that's the strange thing he find himself lured to you.

But he isn't going to ignore some who try to break your boundaries.

Clients or not if they make you uncomfortable to even approach him he will make sure they won't come again.

No no he won't resort to anything threatening yet. if the person knows and backs away.

Is it wrong to get know something that perk your interest no right?

After all... You and him are not far of to get to know each other more and more.

And perhaps... Something more.

After all... He can let himself be slight greedy can he?

He doesn't know... And he will try to know.

Whatever is it about you that make him feel so connected and lured he will... Find it.

A:n- that's all take care good day/night to all

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Sherlock Masterlist

Moriarty

Crushes Brother is in debt to him

Crime boss kidnapping S/o

Sherlock vs Moriarty

Demon Queen S/o

Comforting S/o after watching a Scary Movie

Mycroft vs Moriarty

Kidnapping Headcannons

Bloody Wedding

Famous S/o getting creepy gifts

Jealous

Pregnant S/o Escaping

S/o pregnant with Sherlocks Child

Jealous cause S/os getting attention at the Gym

S/o Breaking Down over a Halloween Prank

Physically weak s/o

Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff

Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention

Smart S/o yet is too trusting

Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing

Affection HC

How he shows his love when off on work

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2

Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival

S/o being spiteful and challenging him

S/o playing horror games

S/o who barely eats TW

S/o who comes from a long line of assassins and government officials

Sherlock Holmes

This is for your Protection

S/o who he cant read

Sherlock vs Moriarty

Sherlock vs Mycroft

Possessive S/o

Vampire Sherlock

Sending Sherlock a Love Letter

Halloween Date

Life Threatening Situation

S/o getting overprotective when Sherlocks insulted

Bed Sharing

Timid S/o being harassed by their ex

Hacker Crush realizing their Husbands having a Affair

Crush found stood up

Being the cause of S/os Amnesia

“Keep your sluttish hand away from MY man.”

“Youre all i think about”

Whipped and Soft for S/o

Jealousy Headcannons

S/o whos stressed over School

Single Parent S/o

Fluffy Headcannons

S/o who is scared of relationships for theyve never been in one

American S/o

Yandere Letter

Murder Mystery

S/o who charges straight into danger

Extremely calm S/o

How hard he fell for S/o

S/o who always accompanies him on cases

Sick S/o

How he shows his love

Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention

Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff

Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2

Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival

Getting S/o a puppy

Formal business S/o dropping everything when he wants them

S/o who plays minecraft a lot

Christian S/o

Mycroft Holmes

Headcannons

Sherlock vs Mycroft

Asking him to sign a marriage certificate

Mycroft vs Moriarty

Trying to Escape

Dense Crush

Irene Adler

Headcannons

Sherlock

NS FW Headcannons

Sub Sherlock cumming in his pants

Irene

NS FW Headcannons

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yyxandere · 9 months

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･｡ﾟ☆ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

☆ .* note ─ this is a prolouge for the story I'm working rn, it's a tgaa story a yandere barok and yandere herlock x reader story!! I've been reading the og Sherlock book so I can put some refrences!! Hope you like this prolouge and you can give me your thoughts about this story!! My mutual actually proofread this and shes actually helping me so props to her @lovetals ! :3 ♡

A small clanking sound, heard only outside the garden where the owner of the house was walking around her small garden holding a small basket, only halfway filled with white and yellow chrysanthemum flowers, each one of them looks fresh after yesterday's rain droplet hits the pedals making them glaze like a refine glass.

The woman still walking around her small garden suddenly stood still at an Indigoletta rose before her. She planted this rose ten years prior and still to this day she still always manages to take such delicate care of the rose. But no matter how gorgeous the rose she only brushed her fingertips to the glistening petals and her eyes full of longing when she touched it. Feeling that her staring will do nothing, her fingertips went back to her batch of flowers then back to what she was doing.

The woman looked at the baskets and noticed that it seemed odd. Like something was missing, she couldn't understand it, she has been doing this many times and why does she only feel this kind of strangeness, like she forgot something but not knowing what it is she can’t figure it out herself. Before the woman could succumb to her thoughts she heard a knock at her door.

With a quick movement and a slight sigh, she put away the chrysanthemums and walked into her living room to see who could be at the door.

Opening the door she found the tan skin, looped hair and pink wearing jōgakusei girl-her unofficial apprentice - Mikotoba Susato. The girl smiled brightly at the sight of her tutor and gave a small but respectful bow as a greeting.

“Good afternoon, Professor.” said the young woman with a gentle smile on her face. The tall woman nodded. “Good afternoon, Mikotoba. What brings you here today? I'm pretty sure that our next turtoring shall be next week and I'm also sure that you're going to be the last person who gets dates wrong, so what is it?"

With a soft giggle the young girl shook her head. “No, no, I am not here for another toturing. And I am definitely did not forget the date, but I came here because…” She paused and took some papers from her school bag, handing them over to her tutor. “Father wants me to give you this papers, it's legal papers for me to be recognised as a judicial assistant in the eyes of British law." She said while her toture receive the papers while looking with a mild dejected face. "They're still hanging to it huh?" said the woman who just sighed while she adjusted the papers to the nearby table.

"And also," the woman now perked "Kazuma-sama wanted your presence in our state after dinner, to be precise 7:40 pm sharp, he'll be waiting in his room he said, by the look at his face I feel like it's very serious so I guarantee that you may come and seek him." the girl said while the other woman listened intently.

The woman can only look at the girl and nod to her "Certainly, I wouldn't mind. If it's that important then I'll surely come over and talk to him." The young girl noticing the banjo clock behind the woman hitting an exact 8:50 am said, "Now then I think it's my que to leave, you do need time to read and sign all the papers," the girl said seemingly "So I'll be off and don't worry I'll be telling Kazuma-sama. Thank you!'' The young Mikotoba can give her a sweet smile and a small bow.

The woman nodded as a reply and waved goodbye to her before closing the door. She sighed again and put the papers on the table before heading to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. As the door closed behind her the young upcoming judicial assistant glanced at the door with the name of her female proffesor and looked at it with some sort of determination.

'I know that you'll find the courage to step foot on that place again,'

'...Judicial Assistant (L/N) (Y/N).'

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

【𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫!】

► Susato can easily remember the dates and know what day is it today. So if you ever need help remembering what day is it today, ask Susato!

► (Y/N)s' House is half English half Japanese architecture and the outside is a small traditional Japanese garden with a lot of European flowers blooming. She gives them to kids and neighbours whenever she sees them or anyone gazing upon them.

► Despite the sakura theme jōgakusei that Susato is always wearing, her favourite flowers are actually Magnolias and Gladiolus. Because those are flowers that remind her of you during your youth based on the stories you've told.

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yandere-wishes · 8 months

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The feminine urge to write Yandere! William James Moriarty x reader 🥰💞🥰💞

No, seriously I want to write something for every character in that show XD. Sherlock, Albert, Mycroft, Moran…

#genie #just write poly #I can't my brain can't handle too many characters at once #😭😭#moriarty the patriot #moriarty x reader #yandere #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #sebastian moran #yancore

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doflamingadonquixote · 2 years

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Even the devil was once an angel | [2/?]

Summary: You are a psychiatrist and decide to play a dangerous game with the worst of criminal minds. Or: you're a bit bored too.

Pairing: Jim Moriarty x Fem!Reader

Chapter word count:

Warning: +18, mind games, angst and smut, hurt/comfort, stalker!Moriarty (Jim Moriarty is his own warning)

Previous Chap: 1

James Moriarty decides to show up assiduously for every appointment. You find a change in the tenth session.

You didn't think the consulting criminal was so competitive when it came to winning a bet on his superiority. You had, by mutual agreement, arranged two days a week where he was to come to your office and at the appointed times.

You had no intention of accepting his offer to give you an entire attic just for his sessions. The egocentric little bastard had to be a real patient if he wanted to continue playing the game.

After several positive feedbacks in putting stakes in your relationship, you had ventured to put a time limit on your work.

You had asked for a year, a year without having the pressure and the unawareness that, at any moment, Moriarty might shoot you in the head.

He simply laughed at you and rejected your request with a: "Where would be the fun in that?".

By studying him, confronting him, listening to him you had come to the conclusion that he was seriously suffering from a psychopathic personality disorder.

He often enjoyed constructing stories. And with those stories he would put you in great difficulty.

He was so adept at lying that when he finally asked you: "Truth or lie?" You were faced with a Pandora's box that you didn't know whether you wanted to open.

Another thing that made you curious and confirmed your assumptions was the nervous jerks that lit him up like a fuse. You thought you heard your secretary knocking things off the desk, out of the office, when Moriarty's scream came suddenly.

Even so, with a few more sittings, you had managed to avoid touching any sore buttons that would upset the man in front of you.

He always sat at your desk, creating a position of authority over you and often played with the objects distributed on the surface.

You lowered your eyes and found the pencils neatly and straight, arranged next to the laptop. He had already been inside for several minutes and they were still there, neatly arranged.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a tennis ball bouncing violently against said pencils, breaking the order, and then landing on your lap.

You tried to hold back a smile as you lifted the toy and brought it before your eyes.

Another thing you'd discovered about Jim Moriarty was how much he loved disorder and chaos, and that anything that wasn't to his mental standards had to be torn down.

“So, doc, truth or lie?”

He rocked back against the swivel chair, terribly discombobulated as he let his back slide down.

You opened the notepad on which you had jotted down summary diagrams to help you determine the information he had given you during the session. He tried to peek from your position, raising his posture slightly, but you lifted the notebook so that he would not read.

“You're not a maths professor but you probably wish you were, considering the way you frowned when talking about the poor university performance, almost as if to remedy it.”

Moriarty crossed his hands over his belly covered by a dark blue linen shirt and gloated at your deductions.

“It's not true that you have contact with your family, your lack of empathy and your criminal record would prevent you from having relations with them.”

His offended sigh distracted you from your next remark. He had an exaggeratedly shocked expression on his face and his right hand had risen to rest where, you presumed, his heart lay.

“I'm offended, doc. I pride myself so much on the relationship I have built over the years with my little brother.”

Your eyes focused on the notebook to prevent the criminal from understanding your reaction and, to make it more believable, you made more of a circle around the word 'brother'.

Moriarty sneered as he straightened in his chair.

“But don't bother conferring with the old Ice Man. I've been very thorough in erasing traces of the past.”

You gave him a sad smile that hid the strong sense of disappointment.

“Ever heard of attorney-client privilege, Mr. Moriarty?”

He made a thoughtful groan but didn't add anything else.

You really believed that the therapy was progressing at the right pace. Moriarty had even gone so far as to turn his conversations into something very close to a confession.

But suddenly, the perfectly mapped out road you had built up to that moment collapsed in on itself and you with it.

That day you were quietly listening to the reflections of one of your young patients. He was one of those somewhat hesitant ones, who are never quite sure whether to say the right thing or not, so building up a sort of confidence had taken you many weeks.

And James Moriarty had probably managed in two seconds to overwhelmingly destroy it.

That day he entered your office with a frightening carriage, leaving behind your secretary's frantic pleas for him to politely stay out of the session and wait.

His footsteps were heavy and for the first time you found him locked in one of his best dark suits.

He crossed the threshold and dropped into his usual chair, placing his leather shoes on your computer on the desk.

“They're unbearably fucking boring!” He dropped his head back, colliding with the backrest and sighed audibly. “How can you be so blind to such a clear clue!”

Your confusion quickly turned to anger as you watched the young secretary look from Moriarty to you with a startled and agitated expression.

In addiction, the boy on your couch had curled in on himself, and he too had his gaze focused on the newcomer.

Swallowing the lump that had blocked your breath for a few seconds, you forced your body to react in the most natural way possible.

With an apparent calm, you stood up and offered your hand to your client who took it, albeit hesitantly.

“I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Thomas, but it seems I have an emergency to attend to.”

You walked him to the door, reassuring him that the session would not be paid for and to make an appointment as soon as possible with your secretary. You left him in her care and closed the door with a snap.

Showing menace towards the most dangerous man in London, and (why not) perhaps the world, wasn't the smartest thing you could do, but James Moriarty had quickly gotten under your skin, irritating you to the point of exhaustion.

Your fists clenched spasmodically and you could feel your nails pushing painfully against your palms. Your cold face changed to an offended and furious frown as you watched the man at your desk.

“I am quite sure Lucia informed you that I was busy.”

You finally caught his attention and he arched his neck to look at you.

“And I'm supposed to care about that?” He asked undisturbed, as he probed you from head to toe. He was probably enjoying your first human reaction to his person.

“It should.” You bit your tongue to avoid adding that you doubted his respect, however, and moved a few steps closer to prevent your words from reaching those outside the door.“He is a patient in real need of assistance and you have interrupted his time, Mr. Moriarty.”

He shrugged, sneering.

“So am I, didn't you hear what I said earlier?”

He was clearly poking at you now, and you were getting pulled in.

“To you this is all just a stupid game. A way to fill the void that your, oh so immense, knowledge cannot fill.”

You spat out the words in anger and judgment, which didn't suit you at all and was extremely unprofessional.

He raised his hands as if a weapon had been pointed at him and you feared his sniper would threaten you again at any moment.

“Forgive me, doc, for giving you that feeling. What can I do about it?” His voice was clearly mocking.

“Get those shoes off my desk and sit on the couch like any fucking therapy patient.”

Your throat suddenly went dry, preventing you from hurling yourself at Moriarty again and, in the several seconds of silence that sliced the air, the criminal got up and went to sit comfortably in the armchair you had so quietly suggested to him.

You remained staring at the empty desk for a few seconds until a shaky, uncertain breath finally left your constricted lungs.

You analysed yourself. James Moriarty had taken you by surprise. You had not pre-set your attitude, which helped keep the man from reaching your personal sphere as a human being and not as a doctor.

And by barging in like that he had managed to get around the barrier and intrude.

You raised a hand, massaging your forehead and pinching the base of your nose as if to regain some semblance of self-control.

“I apologise for my behaviour. I stepped out of character.”

Moriarty was looking at you intently and for the first time you thought he was taking you seriously.

Your back touched the chair you were sitting on a few minutes earlier and you sighed.

“The robot attitude wouldn't hold for long, I assure you. I like you, doctor. Maybe we can be friends.”

His comment made you laugh unwillingly.

“I'm your analyst, not your friend.”

“One doesn't exclude the other, does it?”

You opened your notebook but didn't comment. His words suddenly seemed very real to you, very meaningful. Moriarty had always been good with words, with his eyes, with his body language.

Stupidly, in the midst of his complaints about Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson, you wondered what it would be like to be friends with an internationally known criminal.

#jim moriarty #jim moriarty x reader #female reader #bbc sherlock #sherlock fandom #sherlock fanfic #sherlock holmes #angst and smut #hurt/comfort #terapist to friend #friend to lovers #male yandere #mind manipulation

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sherlockfoolm · 1 year

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Rules, fandoms I write for and who (Please check rules)

Please send in requests (Especially yandere).

Sherlock bbc;

Sherlock Holmes

James Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

Gotham tv series:

Jerome Valeska

Jerimiah Valeska

Fish Mooney

Jonathan Crane

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Bruce Wayne

Interview With The Vampire 1994:

Lestat De Lioncourt

Scream 1996:

Billy Loomis

-Stu macher

(I write poly Billy and Stu and them separately)

-Sydney Prescott

Halloween 1978

Michael Myres

Labyrinth

Jareth The Goblin King

-Spiderman

Tom holland Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Gwen

(I write Peter and Gwen poly or separately)

The Green Goblin

Star Wars

Padme Amidala

Anakin Skywalker

(I write poly Padme and Anakin and I write them separate)

Luke Skywalker

Chucky

Tiffany Valentine

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (I can write them poly and separately)

-Carrie 1976

Carrie

Rules and stuff:

I can write yandere and the character just how they are, though I prefer yandere. (Do not get offended if a yandere fic of mine is particularly dark. That is how I view the character as a yandere)

I write smut.

I write female reader and gender neutral reader. (I will try my best with a gn reader and I apologize if I make a mistake when writing a gn reader)

I only write x reader. Do not request an oc or a ship. (Though my fanfics are written with a poc reader in mind, and I may take a poc reader request since we don't get a lot of rep)

I don't write yandere slashers beside Carrie and Billy and Stu

I only write head canons (but feel free to request full fanfics (I will write them if I find them interesting)).

As of now I don't write platonic fanfics, but I might in the future so feel free to ask.

Write as many requests as you want, but I am not obligated to write/respond to your request

#Sherlock Holmes #Gotham #Dc #Star Wars #Spiderman #jareth the goblin king #the labyrinth #Slashers #fanfiction #x reader #yandere

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trinittyy · 9 months

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fic recs

just a little assortment of my favorite works to keep track of them and also show love to the respective writers.

note - a majority, if not all, of the following works contain dark content that some could find triggering. tread carefully.

divider by @firefly-graphics

toxic affection - @love-toxin

warnings: harassment, bullying, some violence, forced relationship

pairing: yandere!bakugou x reader

literally unashamed to say that BNHA fanfiction is what brought me to Tumblr

but this was one of the first I found and it's epic

what's your escape - @gotnofucks

warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, non-con

pairing: dark!sherlock holmes x reader

the man is disastrously down bad for the poor reader

she was so witty and clever but in the end, he got what he wanted in the most satisfying way

infatuation - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor - masterlist

warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, non-con

pairing: dark!clark kent x reader

poor girl didn't have a clue or a chance in the world to escape this man

sidenote: I can't add Roo to the recs without mentioning just how talented she is. She was the first proper introduction to dark fics in the Marvel fandom and I've been hooked ever since. The amount of detail and dedication that goes into her work is noticeable and she's a talent that deserves recognition. It's one thing to make me like a fic or two of my favorite Marvel men but another to have me thirst over shit I didn't think I'd like.

naughty ransom holiday tales - @jtargaryen18

warnings: kidnapping, non-con, dub-con

pairing: dark!ransom drysdale x reader

guilty pleasure series

hate to love ransom but I can't help it

what the king has - @sincerelythedarkside

warnings: dub-con, character death

pairing: soft!dark steve rogers x reader

royal au

love me a good jealous steve

plot twist shocked the shit outta me

smut was out of this fucking world

love bites - @cherienymphe - masterlist

warnings: character death, jealousy, non-con

pairing: dark!steve rogers x reader, peter parker x reader

modern vampire au (what's not to love there)

this actually made me cry like a bitch

ongoing series

sidenote: Seeing as Cherie will be on this list many times, I have to say it's difficult not to add every piece of work on this list because while some writers have a magnum opus, everything she writes is a work of art. Her range and the backstory she puts in her characters make each story feel like a movie I just can't get enough of. Will forever love her writing.

kryptonite - @cherienymphe

warnings: non-con, obsession

pairing: dark!bruce wayne x reader

the build-up and tension gave me actual chills

trailer park babydoll - @mypoisonedvine

warnings: dub-con, infidelity, age gap

pairing: wayne munson x reader

guilty pleasure fic

absolute filthy smut

wrath of the dragon - @straywords

warnings: non-con, chasing

pairing: dark!daemon targaryen x reader

yet another down bad man

overdue - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

warnings: creepy curtis, non-con, obsessive behavior

pairing: dark!curtis everett x reader

there's little to nothing i love more than a good ole broody man with attachment issues

anxious - @syntheticavenger

warnings: stalking, kidnapping

pairing: dark!peter parker x reader

tasm peter

cutest in a way lol little fic

the dream that got away - @dotieeee

there's not nearly enough dark fics ft my fave peter so I love this one

warnings: dub-con, non-con, manipulation, controlling behavior, obsession

pairing: dark!morpheus x oc!mera

probably the first dark fic about morpheus

each chapter was a masterpiece

and i still haven't seen the show lol

thanks for the invite - @syntheticavenger

warnings: non-con, bitchy friend behavior, implied drugging (i think), oral (f receiving), slight bondage

pairing: dark!lloyd hansen x reader

a funny little unhinged lloyd fic

rsvp - @syntheticavenger

warnings: dub-con, hide and seek, exasperated bodyguard, exhibitionism (a bit)

sequel to the fic listed above

lloyd is still unhinged and reader is still suffering

#fic rec #dark fic #dark!clark kent #dark!peter parker #dark!steve rogers #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!morpheus #dark!curtis everett #dark!sherlock holmes #dark!daemon targaryen #dark!bruce wayne #dark!bakugou #dark!ransom drysdale #x reader

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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NSFW Masterlist Part 3

MCU

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader - Only a Touch

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader - Interrogation and Reward

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader - Silver Tongued Devil

Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader - Empty on the Inside

Namor Eating You Out

Namor with a Breeding Kink

MCU Characters + Boobs or Ass

Peter Maximoff with a Flexible Reader

DC COMICS

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Restraining Vengeance

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Shopping Has Many Benefits

Catching Bruce Masturbating

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader - Warm Showers Always Help

Bruce Wayne with a Virgin Reader

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Remind Me to Hate You

ARCANE

Finn x Fem!Reader x Sevika - Sharing is Caring or Something Like It

Sevika x Fem!Reader - Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder

Marcus x Fem!Reader - Tell Me Under the Table

Vander Getting Cockblocked

Giving Arcane Characters Oral While They Work

Dominant Vander Headcanons

Arcane Women + Mutual Masturbation

Friends with Benefits with Vi

Silco x Fem!Reader - Quaking with Lust

Resolved Sexual Tension with Vi

Arcane Men + Morning Wood

Vander Being Too Big For You

Arcane Men + How Long Do They Last

GENSHIN IMPACT

Genshin Impact Men + Sex Pollen

Scaramouche x Fem!Reader - Unpleasant Yet Greedy

Zhongli x Fem!Reader - Instincts of a Calm Mind

Cyno + Sir Kink

Dainsleif x Fem!Reader - More Than You Can Take

Dottore x Fem!Reader - Knife Treatment

Tighnari Spends Your Heat with You

Zhongli x Fem!Bunny!Reader

Childe With A Pregnant Reader

Genshin Men with a Succubus Girlfriend

Genshin Men + Boobs, Ass or Thighs

Incubus Kaveh and Al-Haitham

Yandere Itto Headcanons

Genshin Men Having a Baby Fever

Itto and Gorou when You Ask Them to Breed You

Ayato, Cyno, Al-Haitham and Kaveh Take Your Virginity

Enemies to Lovers with Itto

Abyss Lumine Dominates You

Friends with Benefits with Genshin Men

Wedding Night with Gentle!Dom!Pantalone

Teasing Genshin Men Under the Table

Pantalone, Ayato and Zhongli During a Striptease

Giving Childe a Blowjob After a Shower

Genshin Men Reacting to Cock Worship

Professor Zhongli Headcanons

Genshin Men with a S/O Who's Shy During Sex

Scaramouche with A Wolf!Hybrid!Reader in Heat

Kaeya x Fem!Reader - Helping Hand

BLUE LOCK

Letting Ryosuke Use You for Stress Relief

Making Out with Bachira

Cockwarming Sae

Being Baro's Reward

Bachira Fucks You in His Sleep

Bachira Eating You Out

Kunigami Rensuke + Dry Humping

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Jamil Viper x Fem!Reader - Poison Just as Sweet

Rook Hunt x Fem!Reader - Ride You Don't Want to End

Virginity Loss with Jamil Viper

Trey Clover x Fem!Reader - Man of Many Talents

Azul Ashengrotto x Fem!Reader - I Was Meant to Be Yours

VALORANT

Rivals to Lovers with Yoru

Harbor x Fem!Reader - Absence Makes the Horny Grow Stronger

Viper x Fem!Reader - Snake Eyes

Reyna x Fem!Reader - A Little Death Before the Gala

Fade x Fem!Reader - Who Will You Be When You're Afraid

Chamber x Fem!Reader - Buying What You're Selling Them

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - The Hating Game

Haruta Being Overstimulated

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader - Way of the Househusband Nanami Kento

Sukuna x Fem!Reader - One Hell of a Time

Pussydrunk Geto Suguru Headcanons

YUUKOKU NO MORIARTY

Albert James Moriarty x Fem!Reader - Mind Over Lust

Sherlock Holmes Gets Needy in Your Office

William James Moriarty x Fem!Reader - Know Your Place

CHAINSAW MAN

Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader - Win Your Prize

Makima x Fem!Reader - Pretty Little Pet

Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader - Pass Me Your Last Cigarette

Car Sex with Aki Hayakawa

First Time with Aki Hayakawa, Kishibe and Angel Devil

THE ARCANA

Portia x Fem!Reader - Little Slice of Heaven

Asra x Fem!Reader - Sell Me a Dream

Bondage and Brat Taming with Julian Devorak

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Pregnant Sex with Daemon

Daemon x Fem!Reader - Piece Offering to the Cruel Prince

Aemond + Dirty Talk

Gossip and Dumbification with Dom!Daddy Larys Strong

Post Injury Recovery Sex with Daemon

STAR WARS

The Bad Batch + Stamina

Cassian Andor x Fem!Reader - It's Called a Cockpit for a Reason

Darth Maul x Fem!Reader - Cold, Hard Touch

Star Wars Men Threesomes

Cassian Andor Thanks You in A Special Way

The Bad Batch NSFW Headcanons

#masterlist #genshin impact x reader #jjk x reader #mcu x reader #dc comics x reader #chainsaw man x reader #arcane x reader #blue lock x reader #asoif x reader #yuumori x reader #valorant x reader

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tulipsforvin · 6 months

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HOLMES BROTHERS

✧ Mycroft Holmes

mycroft x jealousGN!reader · as a yandere · face-sitting HCs · smut

✧ Sherlock Holmes

missionary, riding or doggy? · as a yandere

#mycroft holmes x y/n #mycroft holmes x you #mycroft holmes x reader #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #sherlock holmes x y/n #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #mtp mycroft holmes #mtp sherlock holmes #serraaphim's masterlist #serraaphim

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Imagine the reader coming to Sherlock for help with a stalker, who is chasing the reader. The reader asks Sherlock for help because he is a very intelligent man and also a detective. But the reader didn't know that her stalker was actually sherlock.

AO3

When you knock on his door in tears, tell your stalker that you're afraid of your stalker, hug him when he opens his arms to comfort you... all of them are priceless for him.

I don't think you can get rid of him once you go to Sherlock. He stops stalking you from afar and wants to keep you to himself. He either locks you in his flat, revealing that he's the one stalking you, or convinces you to stay with him by making you believe you're in too much danger to be alone. But in the end, of course, you realize that the sick man is Sherlock.

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ananiel · 4 months

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So we talked about many difrent au's, did we not? But You know one that can't posibily fail us? One where You are like Howl from Howls moving castle.

Howl is a wizard known for his famous spells, strong magic, wit and for being well known in the ladies world

So what if You had his personality and overall magical qualities

A Christmas special

---------------------------------------------------

You were driving him mad with your personality that let's out so much but nothing at the same time.

He hated You so much he loved You. So much he grew obsessed with your very own being.

You were difrent, a witch of some sorts that made him so angry.

You were so arogant and pridefull, so ready to just flick your wrist and float away from him.

Clearly You knew he didn't have the very best intensions, but You never voiced it. It didn't seem like You treated him difrent from the others either. He could've sworn that You didn't know anything, but when a younger fan decided to come out to You, he saw the protective hand You put over the child when he came on sight.

You knew, You knew more about him then he could even comprehand You did, You could be a threat to his plans. In his eyes, You were an impure being that played with things God has forbiden humans from ever doing

He even went to confront You in that weird abomination You called Your castle. You let him in while working on God knows what and he got a look around... It doesn't seem that bad...

When he tried to argue, You gave back witty responses which annoyed him teribly but what caught his attention was an answear You gave about leaving soon to continue your search for someone You met in the past.

He was fuming, he put on a happy act that You didn't buy, but didn't care enough to question him either.

There's no way in hell he would ever let You leave him for another, no way in hell.

So he come up with a plan, he helped You find that person but in return You craft a ring that can block all magic for him.

Now, theoretically he did help You find them, but before You could run to them, he shot them, straight to the heart, the perfect shot.

You feel to your knees in anguish as You knew You couldn't do anything. He was phisically stronger and magic couldn't help You if he wore that ring.

The maniac crounched down next to You and took your hand in his while shussing your cries. He pulled out a ring that looked the same as the magic ring You crafted and put it on your finger before kissing your hand with a deranged smile

"You see my love? How pathetic they were? How foolish of You to try and find them when i am all You need, right in front of You"

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fancyfeathers · 5 months

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Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Ten

A Composer’s Kiss

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

In his office there sat a young man, in one arm he held a pen as he scribbled something down on loose paper, in the other he he,d a baby girl, fast asleep, and cuddled in a pink blanket. It was after dinner but not late still, the sun had just set. Next to the desk he sat at where two hard back suitcases, which made sense since in how much of rush he appeared in. His tie was undone, hair messy, bags under his eyes, but he still cared for his daughter, rocking her back and forth, kissing her of the forehead, letting her grab on his hair or fingers when she needed something to hold. The door opened and another young man with brown hair entered, the man at the desk stood up, still holding his baby. “Tolkien, about damn time, you’re here.”

“I came as soon I could.” The professor said, walking over to his detective friend. “I understand you can’t tell me everything but what do you need?”

The detective looked down at the baby in his arms and the professor quickly got the idea. “She’s my daughter, and you’re like my brother, I would trust her with no one else. I need you to get her out of here, out of the country, far away from here, the other side of the world for all I care.”

“Arthur, you need to give up this detective shit, you need to leave behind Sherlock Holmes, for her-“

“This isn’t about that, it’s… he knows about her ability.” The detective said, handing one of the suitcases to the professor whose face wore an expression of horror.

“No, I thought he died. I was there, we were there, Arthur.” The professor spoke as the detective walked back to the desk, taking what he was writing and handing it to his friend.

“This is letter to her, give it to her when it’s time. It’ll explain everything but until then you can’t let her know about any of this, not even her ability. The only other people who have any idea about this are the Austen, I gave little Zelda the key to my house in Yokohama in Japan.” The professor looked the letter over before tucking it away. The detective looked down at the baby he held in his arms, he pressed his forehead against his daughter’s, tears falling down his face. “I love you, I’m so sorry. You deserve so much more than I could give you. Hopefully your…” He looks up at his friend, watching the sad scene. “…uncle can give you that world. I love you, (Name).”

The detective handed you off to his friend who also had tears in his eyes. “I’ll take care of her, Arthur. I’ll protect her with my life.”

“I know you will, John. I know you will.”

…and he did… that man was your uncle, the same man who raised you far away from where your father lived. He raised you, like a normal child with his wife, a normal relationship you grew up witnessing. They raised you with no clue about any of this, far away in Yokohama…

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The driver took you to the safe house of the society, it was a very nice manor about an hour drive from Yokohama. Everyone else was there except for Alexandre and Gaston who were said to be staking out at the Guild hideout where Q was being kept. When you entered the main entry, everyone swarmed to greet you, everyone but William, the only other person to know that was here. Everyone was wondering what took you so long and what did you do with Miss Jane and then silence as they realized Miss Jane wasn’t there and you were shaking like a leaf. The doctor stepped forward. “(Name), where is Jane?”

You didn’t say a word, you only reached into your pocket and handed her the letter. As she was opening it, William gently grabbed you and escorted you out of the room to the lounge saying. “I’ll get some tea started for you.”

You started sobbing yourself once more that you didn’t even hear the cry of agony from the doctor in the front entry as she read the letter.

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For the next few hours no one said a thing, just silent crying and touches of comfort, but not you. You sat alone on a lounge chair, legs curled up to your chest, you sat in complete and stunned silence. That is until you heard the front doors open again and you see from your spot in the lounge Gaston and Alexandre walk in, accompanied by a figure walking alongside your friends, Osamu Dazai.

“Sorry for being late everyone, turned out things escalated a tad and we had to pitc-“ Alexandre cut himself off as he looked around the room to see Miss Jane not there. He closed his eyes and blinked a few tears back. “I guess what Gaston told me was true, she really did give herself up.”

“It is.” Dr. Stevenson nodded as she approached them, tear stains still stuck to her face. She glanced at Dazai with no emotion “There are a few extra rooms upstairs that you can stay in… I’m sorry please excuse me.”

You watched as the doctor ran off upstairs to her own room, presumably to cry. Dazai watched as well, his head tilted in curiosity. “So that file on Miss Austen was true? She was Fitzgerald’s wife”

You looked over your shoulder at them and called out in response. “And now she went back to him as a last resort.”

Dazai hummed in thought as he walked over to where you sat and knelt down next to you. “You know the Guild, or Fitzgerald at least cause I don’t know about those guys we just fought, but he won’t stop until he gets what he ultimately wants, and that may just be Miss Austen but I doubt it.” His voice was serious as his eyes made contact with your own. “This is going to get a lot more dangerous, so unless you’re prepared for it I suggest you go back to that flower shop.”

You paused for a second as you thought, were you ready? “Dazai, can I ask you a favor?”

“For you, darling? Anything.” Something about his tone gave you shivers but you continued on.

“I want to go visit my uncle tomorrow, he… he has some things to explain, I want someone with an unbiased view to come with me. I would bring another society members but I don’t think I want them dragged into this mess.” You said, breaking eye contact with him and your eyes drifted to the corner your eyes where you saw Gaston watching this himself. “I just want to have cool mind with whatever I’m about to get myself into.”

“I would be happy to, my dear.” Dazai said standing up and patting your head, but he looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile across his face. “Buuut, I want a favor in return.”

“What is it?” You questioned and out of the corner of your eye you saw Gaston step forward slightly, almost defensively after hearing this. Dazai noticed to and looked over at the composer with a smile, the same one he gives you.

“It’s rude to ease drop, Leroux. You can come over here if you are so persistent on listening.” At Dazai’s words Gaston sneered but stepped forward to stand next to the two of you. Dazai looked back at you, still smiling. “But anyway it’s nothing you need to worry about right now, but call it the ace in my back pocket.”

Gaston’s eyes narrowed at Dazai when he said this and Gaston tapped you on the shoulder, getting your attention. “(Name), may I have a word...” His eyes looked to Dazai’s smiling face as he spoke and then back to you. “…privately.”

“Oh, um… sure. One moment, Dazai.” You got up and followed Gaston to a room towards the back of the manor, an old style ballroom. You watched as he closed the door behind the two of you, but forgetting to lock it in his rush, and closed all the windows and curtains, you watched him with worry. “Gaston, is everything alright?”

“No, I fear that we are only playing into his game.” Gaston said as he sat down at the piano bench, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. “None of this feels right, like we’re only chess pieces on a board.”

“Him? Gaston who are you talking about? You’re scaring me.” You spoke as you sat next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“I wish I could say you don’t need to be scared, but even I’m terrified.” He replied as he took out a white cloth to wipe off his glasses that he held in his hand. “I’m sure Miss Jane or Alexandre told you about my work for the European Union a few years ago. I was sent to track down a dangerous man, his mind was like mine they said. (Name)… they overestimated my abilities, he was a mad genius it felt like I was only running in circles.”

“You’re talking about Fyodor Dostoevsky, right?”

He nodded and slipped on his glasses once more and looked you in the eye, a dead serious expression on his face. “I am, but (Name), from here on out you need to be careful of everything outside the society, trust no one, especially Dazai because he is playing this game with Fyodor Dostoevsky. Fyodor is in Yokohama.”

Your eyes widened in shock as he spoke these words. “S-so what? Why should I worry? He doesn’t know I exist, right?”

Gaston shook his head and you felt your heart sink at his words. “No, he knows exactly who you are. That break in that was framed to look like the mafioso, that was him. (Name) you can’t trust anyone, outside this society. Whatever you do, you cannot let him get you, do whatever you need to do, but if he gets you it will be all over.”

“Gaston, you mean he is after me?” Your words felt heavy and your stomach felt uneasy like you were about to be sick. Gaston nodded and you collapsed, shaking, in his arms, you were too afraid to even cry. “Gaston, please no. This can’t be true, please.”

“I-I…” For once the composer didn’t know what to say, he only held you. You could hear his heartbeat and it was like yours, fast in his panic. He was your first friend in years, first person outside your family who held you while you lived in fear, first person to show you the hope of tomorrow, and the first person who was willing to go through the struggles with you. “No more talk of darkness. I'm here, nothing can harm you. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.”

You looked up as he spoke to you in gentle and almost charming words. He placed his hand on your cheek, half expecting you to be crying after all of this, scared for your life but you only smiled at him in your fear. “Promise me that all you say is true, that's all I ask of you.”

“I promise you.” Then at his words something came over you, your hand drifted up to his scar. He jumped at first when you touched it but then he quickly relaxed in your touch as you brought your lips up to his. His lips were soft, not chapped at at, and you could taste the chapstick on them, sweet, strawberry perhaps. You two broke away after a moment that felt forever and he drifted his fingers to touch his lips in a bit of surprise. He laughed to himself. “This really shouldn’t be a romantic moment. After all I just told you that you should be scared for your life.”

“Hm… I think I would rather it be romantic than not being able to sleep tonight in fear.” You giggled in reply. Your eyes drifted to the grandfather clock in the corner of the ballroom, it was well past midnight now. You stood up and offered a hand to Gaston. “It’s late, we should be off to bed.”

“Well agreed.” He cleared his throat and took your hand. You to walked out of the ballroom, but as soon as Gaston went to close the door someone who was standing outside the door closed it. You both looked and saw Dazai. Gaston narrowed his eyes at him. “You were ease dropping.”

“Hm, maybe I was. I just have one question for you, darling.” Dazai spoke using that nickname but he didn’t look at you, he was looking at Gaston. “Say Fyodor is after lovely (Name), here. Do you think she’s the only one he’s after?”

You didn’t understand what Dazai was referencing but Gaston certainly did by his widened eyes and the sudden shake in his body. He quickly turned away from the two of you and began walking to his room. “Good night, (Name), Dazai.”

You looked at Dazai with a curious expression on your face and asked. “What were you talking about, Dazai?”

“Oh nothing you need to worry about right now. Just go get some sleep, Snow White. We have a big day tomorrow.” He gave you a light push to get you walking down the hall and then after a few steps you looked over your shoulder at him, he tilted his head and questioned. “What? Something wrong.”

“You said Snow White, she’s the one who was poisoned by the apple. Most people would say Sleeping Beauty. Why would you call me Snow White?”

He smiles and closes his eyes as he walks past you. “I dunno, just the first thing that came to mind.”

For some reason you didn’t believe him but you had no real suspicion to be had here. “I see… well then good night, Dazai.”

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The next morning you awoke and got ready, you were able to convince Dr. Stevenson to take one of the cars alone without a driver. You drove yourself with Dazai in the passenger seat. Like most drives these days it was mostly silent, except half way through the drive you spoke up. “You should probably read those papers in the glove box… those are important.”

He shrugged and opened the glove box, expecting to see driving papers or something, but instead finding the adoption papers and will. He read over them and got a shocked look on his face. “You’re Sherlock Holmes’ daughter?”

“Arthur Conan Doyle, but yes, I guess I am.” You said as you pulled up to your uncle’s neighborhood.

“You guess?”

“I never really knew him, he disappeared when I was a little girl, a baby.”

“I see.” He smiled slightly and looked back down at the papers. “If it helps, my coworker Ranpo is a pretty big fan of your father.”

“Not really, I mean that’s nice… my mind is just elsewhere…”

“Hm… food for thought?”

“Why did you ask Gaston that question last night?” You said as you stopped the car in front of your uncle’s house. “Why did you ask him that question about Fyodor?”

“You know how this world is.” He said, glancing out the window at the house and then back to you. “Lines of morality blur between love and lust to the point where right and wrong doesn’t matter anymore.”

“You mean Fyodor is also after Gaston?”

Dazai nodded. “As for why I couldn’t say but I can say that you and your composer friend are not the safest now, not just from Fyodor but others as well.”

You turned the car off as you lost yourself in thought before you rolled your eyes. “Whatever, look I just have to talk to my uncle, just let everything be with this for now.”

You two walked up the door of you uncle and aunt’s house and you knocked on the door and not a few moments later you saw your Aunt Edith open the door. She smiles and hugged you. “What a surprise, it is so lovely to see you (Name).”

“Hi auntie.” You gave her a squeeze back and let go as you entered inside. “This is my… friend from work, Dazai.”

You gestured to the detective as your aunt shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you ma’am.”

“It’s lovely to meet you as well young man.” She said leading you to the living room where on the couch you saw your Uncle John, John Tolkien. When he heard footsteps he looked up from his book to look at you. He smiled and set his book aside.

“It’s lovely to see you, (Name).” He glanced over your shoulder at Dazai. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh Uncle John, this is my friend Dazai, we met via work?”

“At that flower shop?”

Fuck, you forgot to tell them about that. You shook your head and you sat down next to him. “No uncle, I…I quit. You see I got a new job with another organization from Europe the-“

“Society of Protection.” He sighed and smiled. “I assumed one day you would join. I’m then guessing that little Austen told you about your father?”

You nodded and took the papers from Dazai and gave them to your uncle. He looked them over again, with a sad expression. “Your father was a wonder man, a bit odd but wonderful. He loved you very much but some things happened.” He reached to the side table where there was a small chest, he opened it and took out a folded piece of paper. “He gave this to me to give to you when you were ready.”

With an unsteady hand you took the paper and before your eyes you saw the scene of when this was written, your father holding you, giving you to your uncle, the final goodbye. Then your mind snapped back to reality when Dazai touched your shoulder. You gasped for breath as you tried to process what just happened. “-what… what was that?”

“It seems you have discovered your gift… best if your father explains it than I.” Your uncle said pointing to the paper you held in your hands… you had a gift? Why were you only discovering this now? How is this possible? You were normal not even a month ago. With shaky hands you opened the piece of paper and it read…

My dearest (Name),

How much you must have grown when you are reading this. I am so sorry I will have to miss so much of your life, but I know Tolkien will raise you like his own and hopefully far, far away from here. I know you must hate me for not being there and I do not blame you, but I want you to understand I do not have a choice if I want to keep you safe. I am about to set out on a case that will take years and that may cost me my life, but it is to stop a very bad man. Like me I only know him by an alias, Professor James Moriarty. If I leave him alone and use your gift to cause so much harm and I don’t want that for you. Which brings me to my next point, yes you are gifted, you have a special gift that may take time to control but when you touch a person, place, or thing you can see it’s past, call it The Final Problem. I trust you will use this information for the greater good. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry I will not be there.

Your loving father,

Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes

“So my father went off to go face this professor?” You asked, your eyes still glued to the paper.

“Yes he did, we both thought him dead until this evening where he gave me this letter… and you.” Your uncle stood up and looked over the photos that rested on the fireplace. “I brought you here, it was far away from Europe and also an important place to your father, he handled quite a few cases here in Yokohama before the days of your little agency.” He laughed looking over at Dazai who had a smile, when he knew who he was.

“You’re quite smart Mr. Tolkien, how did you know?”

“I read the papers, young man. Not to mention I am the headmaster of the school your friend, Kunikida used to teach at.”

“You know Kunikida?”

“Quite well, hard to think he went from teaching mathematics to being a detective.” Your uncle laughs.

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After the meeting you drove Dazai back to the Armed Detective Agency and has he was stepping out of the car two individuals were coming out of the doors from the office, Dr. Yosano and Ranpo. They waved to Dazai as he got out tops the car. Dr. Yosano laughed to herself as she saw you in the drivers seat. “Spent the night with the society, huh? Kunikida is not gonna be happy with that.”

Dazai shrugs. “Eh, whatever, let him after all I just met (Name)’s uncle, his old boss when he was a teacher.” This earned chuckles from both the doctor and the young detective. “Anyway where are you off to?”

“Ranpo got an invitation for a challenge for a detective game from the Guild.” Dr. Yosano answered, holding out the invitation to Dazai. Dazai’s eyes looked over to you with a little smile on his face and before you could even say anything…

“You should take (Name) with you, after all her dad was one of the best detectives to ever walk the earth.”

Ranpo’s eyes lit up and he looked over to Dazai with a wide smile. “Who? Who was it?”

“Dazai no-“

“Sherlock Holmes.”

The next thing you know you’re driving in the car with Dr. Yosano in your passenger’s seat and Ranpo in your backseat talking your ear off with questions about your father.

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