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The art is NOT MINE, I found it on Pinterest

Fandom: Moriarty The Patriot

Ship: SherLiam (Sherlock/William)

T/W: Fluff

Word counting: 299

Catch my heart

Part three: Our colors

He tries and cannot understand how Sherlock is not aware of the power he has in his hands, it is as if his entire being were the prism that returns color and life to everything dull and withered when the sunlight falls on it, reflecting thousands of colors, but the only one William can focus on is the one that faithfully reflects his perfection and purity.

Everything in Sherlock is blue.

His eyes, the sky and the ocean that he can see in them, sometimes radiant with enthusiasm for what he is passionate about, other times grayish from tiredness, or the frustration of what he cannot solve.

Even on those days, he is a masterpiece.

William, on the other hand, is red like everything that is wrong in the world, and yet, when Sherlock at some point turned purple by staining his hands taking a life, he did not run away, but stayed by his side despite everything, despite the fact that he does not need him.

He leans into Holmes' shoulder, resting his forehead there as his hands seek to encircle his waist.

"Are you okay?" Holmes murmured, momentarily pushing the cigarette away.

"Today my arms will want you," Moriarty murmured, closing his eyes. Sherlock puts his free arm around him to draw him closer, as if in that simple gesture he was reminding him that he shouldn't be discouraged by the fact of being or not being forgiven one day for all his crimes, but rather look to the future to start over, and although he feels lost not knowing which path to follow for that, the promise of starting this new stage in their lives together reassures him.

There are no conditions, nor a why; Sherlock loves him just the way he is.

THE END

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[blizzardhunter]

The art is NOT MINE, I found it on Pinterest

Fandom: Moriarty The Patriot

Ship: SherLiam (Sherlock/William)

Word counting: 301

T/W: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Catch my heart

Part two: If you love me

For the first time in his life, he is so exposed and defenseless before those oceanic eyes that profess the purest love, the one he does not believe he deserves.

He always made sure that the detective was not present when he raised the sleeves of his shirt above his wrists, because on his arms, as well as on the rest of his body, there are still marks of the blows of the whip with which Mrs. Moriarty punished him in his childhood.

Holmes did not give any more importance to anything else and, carefully, he took her hand to raise her sleeve even more and look at the scars, one was worse than the other.

"You did not even try to defend yourself." That observation does not surprise him, he knows very well that nothing escapes his sights.

"Why would i do it?" At that answer, somewhat evasive, but sincere, Sherlock looked up at William with distress, who only dared to look at him out of the corner of his eye, still with his face tilted downwards.

"It's nothing but hate that drives you to believe that you deserved this" Sherlock, without letting go of his hand, raised it enough to bring his lips close to the back of the blonde's hair. "Hate towards yourself." Unusual in his way of being, he began to leave kisses there, he didn't stop there, but he started a path for each mark he saw. William breathed trying to contain himself, but when the detective's lips softly kissed his, his gaze lit up and his heart couldn't bear it; tears sprang from his previously cold scarlet gaze.

"I will love you for both of us" Sherlock whispered against his lips. "And, if you love me, take care of yourself." William couldn't answer, he only nodded.

What Holmes loves most in the world is... that he's alive?

[blizzardhunter]

The fanart is not mine, I found it on Pinterest

Fandom: Moriarty The Patriot

Ship: SherLiam (Sherlock/William)

T/W: Fluff

Word counting: 299

Catch my heart

Part one: All I want

Henry Antrim, who was better known to his people under the pseudonym “Billy the Kid,” had become not only a good friend to both Holmes and Moriarty, but also a confidant with whom they both talked about things they would never tell anyone else.

Of course, Billy is nowhere near either of them when it comes to intellect, but after joking about a certain topic involving both of them and seeing their reactions, he realized something they apparently didn’t.

“He likes you.” Billy pointed behind him with his thumb as he looked at William.

“What are you saying—?”

“And he likes you.” Billy turned to Sherlock, incredulous that he hadn’t noticed. “If you’ll excuse me, the day has been long.” Both older men knew that was just an excuse to leave as soon as possible.

The door closed and they were alone.

Neither of them dared to say a word, their faces burned so much with shame and that's where they think that they may be unparalleled intellectual minds, but they are slow for everything related to feelings.

"Since when?" They accidentally asked in unison. Sherlock looked away and William momentarily covered his lips, still embarrassed.

"I'm not sure when, it just... happened." Holmes steeled himself, his oceanic eyes met Moriarty's uncovered eye, the one that shines with expectation at his words. "I have everything with you, Liam."

He didn't need to hear another word from the detective, William shortened the distance and, as a silent way of asking for permission, he brushed the tips of both noses. Finally, it was Sherlock who joined their lips in the long-awaited kiss he dreamed of receiving from him.

They need nothing more if they are together.