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Being the Wife of Yandere William James Moriarty

A/N: I know I've been radio silent for a while. A major blog that I like reblogged a post of mine and I'm hecking embarrassed cuz it sucked and uhirewalgbrteiuyag. Anyway. enjoy. And merry christmas.

William adores you, his darling wife.

From the moment he met you, William vowed to protect you from the filth of this world. Even if that meant less than pleasant ways of doing so.

Of course you wouldn’t know about that; you’d be kept blissfully ignorant of your husband’s possessive nature. And that’s why he loved you. You were so innocent and naive, believing in only the good of people. A ray of light in his dreary world.

You're so clueless that you don’t notice how he manipulates you and those around you. Your friends, your family, anyone you meet on a regular basis are slowly cut out of your life. And as you lament over your loneliness, William will only smile and comfort you.

Outwardly, he is the ideal husband, attentive, loving, and courteous. If you ever second guessed him, you’d immediately feel guilty for doubting your wonderful husband.

He has no qualms manipulating you. It was all to protect you, after all. And even as he does so, it is with a saccharine sort of sweetness that soothes any worries.

However, he is less kind to those who desire you as well. While most wouldn’t be bold enough to pursue another’s spouse openly, there were a few ambitious individuals. 

William has quite a few schemes to take care of anyone who looks at you with their lecherous eyes. Enough to make them regret ever approaching you with ill intentions.

There are few that William trusts around you. Of course, that includes his brothers and the household staff. However, that doesn’t mean he wasn’t adverse to your attention being taken up by them. He wants to be the only one in your gaze.

One would be surprised by how jealous William can be. It’s hard to tell from his cordial mask and seemingly affable nature. But he is quite susceptible to the green eyed monster, perhaps more so than others.

To love someone is to possess them, in William’s eyes.

And you were his greatest possession.

That being said, he’s not completely delusional to his situation.

William knows he doesn’t deserve someone as kind and pure as yourself. Not with the amount of blood on his hands. And yet, he can’t help but desire a future with you, even if that desire is in vain. He won’t forsake his ultimate plan for you, but that doesn’t mean he’s selfless enough to let you go.

Sometimes, in the dead of night as he holds you in his arms, William dreams of having a family with you. 

William is fully committed to dying for his sins, but that does not mean he is ready to truly release you from his grasp. So, before his death  he would leave you one last reminder of him, something to tie you to him even in his death. 

A child, with scarlet eyes and your smile.

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Being the Maid of Yandere Louis James Moriarty

A/N: I kinda winged this one, if you can’t tell already. Enjoy, or don’t, I guess. Do whatever.

You were a maid at the Rockwell estate.

Fairly young, you had worked there for your entire life.

Your days consisted of tedious chores, cooking and cleaning mostly.

That is until Lord Rockwell suddenly took in three wards.

You heard passing rumors from other servants, about the incident at the Moriarty manor.

The count and his wife, along with all of their servants, tragically lost their lives in a terrible fire. Nothing was spared, except the count’s children, who were left orphaned.

Although no one seemed to mention the adopted child that had also perished in the fire…

You felt pity for the boys, only a few years younger than yourself. Especially the youngest.

The eldest son, Albert, was busy with duties as the heir to the earldom while the second son, William, was soon enrolled in school.

That left the youngest, Louis, alone.

And, although you don’t like to admit it, you felt slight trepidation at first. 

The boys were withdrawn, which could only be expected, but they didn’t seem to have an air of grief about them. More so, the atmosphere appeared almost like a cold sense of resolution.

But, when you laid eyes on his bandaged face, you felt guilty for your thoughts.

Ashamed, you made it a point to be especially kind to the boys. But, your efforts mostly went to Louis, who remained in the house most of the time.

Initially, Louis was rather confused by your attention. You seemed to go out of your way to speak with him. Whether it was just greeting him or asking how his day was.

He didn’t know why you were so interested in him, rather than Albert, the eldest, or William, the prodigy. 

Most people disregarded him, the adopted, scarred boy from the slums, with neither age or intelligence to make him stand out in a particular way.

Still, he remained cordial to you. He was even somewhat grateful to learn firsthand how to manage a household.

Soon enough, it became common for the two of you to be seen together, whether it was doing laundry, washing dishes, or cooking in the kitchen.

It was tedious work that you were used to, but you enjoyed the time with Louis.

And you couldn’t help but think he did as well.

As time passes, Louis becomes gradually less distant, his smile becoming less of a pleasantry, more genuine.

He would also leave small gifts for you, be it a small pastry he claimed he made too much of or a flower he said was out of place in a bouquet he picked.

You're pleased by this change. Ignoring etiquette, you sometimes gently ruffled his hair just to see him get flustered. Or you would hug him to coax a smile out of him.

If someone saw the two of you, they would have seen an older sister teasing her brother.

And it felt that way. For you, at least. For Louis…

It felt odd to think of you in such a way.

William mentions, offhandedly, how close the two of you seem to be.

Louis is startled by this observation. He’d never been particularly close to anyone except William, and Albert, to an extent.

He quickly assured his brother that you were just a maid, an innocent servant that knew nothing.

But William only smiles and says he’s happy to see Louis enjoying himself. 

With his brother’s (seeming) blessing, Louis reconsiders his feelings about you.

It was obvious you viewed him as a younger sibling, if your physical affection said anything. But why did that frustrate him?

He wanted to be the only one you smiled at with that beautiful smile of yours. He felt irritated whenever you gave one in passing to a male servant.

Fortunately, it was easy to use his young age to his advantage. He would grab at your skirt like a child trying to get someone’s attention. It was shameless, but effective as you would turn to him with a smile.

Or he would pretend to be confused about how to prepare a meal, just to have your attention to himself.

It was easy when he was younger, but those tricks wouldn’t work as he got older.

So how could he keep you to himself?

As years passed, the two of you grew older.

Your relationship now turned a few more heads. Why would a simple maid be so close to the son of a count? You heard this among other whispers as you passed servants in the halls.

It was endearing, at first, to see a maid so attentive to her young master. Now, however, it made it look as if you were just a tad too ambitious. Could you be trying to raise your social status by seducing a young nobleman?

The entire idea scandalized you so much that you made an effort to shape up, acting more professional around Louis, who obviously notices you becoming more distant.

It’s difficult trying to maintain a proper relationship, between a servant and their master, with him. But you figured it was for the best, since he came of age and wouldn’t remain in the Rockwell estate forever.

This was inevitable, and you had resigned yourself to that…

Louis, however…

He isn't oblivious to the rumors, so he doesn’t blame you for becoming distant. However, he refuses to accept this. You’ve become someone precious to him.

So, he asks his brother for his advice…

For reasons unknown to you, your life had become increasingly hostile at the Rockwell manor. Rumors followed you everywhere, along with disdainful looks. You noticed items of yours disappearing. Pins were stuck in your uniform and broken glass in your shoes.

Who would do such a thing?

Your only solace was Louis, who remained loyal even in the wake of your distant behavior towards him. He comforted you as you confessed all that happened.

Ultimately, it all culminates in someone - you only saw a shadow - pushing you down the large staircase, causing you to break a leg. The one who found you lying at the base in a heap was Louis…

Carrying you to the servant’s quarters, Louis softly proposes something to you.

Albert has purchased a house, in the quiet town of Durham. Somewhat old, but furnished. He and his brothers were to move there soon.

As he bandages your leg, he asks for you to come with him. He can’t bear to see you suffer here any longer. There won’t be too much work, his brothers and he weren’t demanding. There was always a place for you.

As you tear up and hug him, for the first time in a while, Louis smiles to himself.

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Being the Younger Sister of Yandere Albert James Moriarty

Author Note: I still don't know what I'm doing, but here's some headcanons, I guess idk.

You were the youngest child, and only daughter, of Count Moriarty.

In a noble family with two elder sons, your existence was often forgotten.

An elder son would become the heir, while the second son would only be there in case something happens to the eldest son. And the only daughter? Her fate was to inevitably be married off to another noble family.

You would have been neglected, left to the care of disinterested servants.

If it weren’t for your eldest brother.

Albert adores you - innocent, pure, untainted you.

He sees himself as your sole protector against a cruel and uncaring society.

Even against his own family…

You were too young to realize their true nature, so Albert had to watch you hopelessly pine for the love of your family.

It would be impressive, your tenacity, if it wasn’t so pitiful.

You seemed to always trail after them with the most innocent of smiles, despite your father’s dismissal, or your mother’s shrillness, or your second brother’s cruelty.

Albert couldn’t bring himself to dismiss you like the rest of his family, and of course you would grow attached to the only one who showed you a hint of kindness.

He shares many memories with you: your first steps, your first words, etc.

The little time he spends at home is taken up by you, whether it be reading a new story to you or strolling through the garden together.

Albert enjoys the small moments with you, the only one he considers his family. 

However, he does worry about you…

What would your future be? You were protected by your brother now, but what about when you came of age? He knew his father was already looking for some suitors for you from wealthier families.

Would you be subjected to a loveless marriage like many girls before you? As a pawn for your parents?

That’s when he met two brothers…

Albert would never allow you to be involved with his plans.

He promised himself that, as he left the flaming wreckage of the manor, carrying you alongside William and Louis.

It’s somewhat difficult in the beginning; it wasn’t strange why you seemed scared and withdrawn. But many were confused why you didn’t seem to recognize your older brother…

But William assured people, with a seemingly pained smile, that the fire likely had a toll on you mentally. It was hard, he said, but as long as you were safe and healthy…

No one has the heart to question him, a child who has lost everything, or Albert, who easily supported his claim.

You grew up to be a pampered noblewoman.

You live with your brothers in a quaint little manor with a lovely rose garden.

Louis, your third brother, was a quiet yet devoted man. The house was always impeccable under his management. Still, you worried about how hard he worked sometimes.

William, your second brother, was a marvel. Even when he was young he was seemingly blessed with endless knowledge. A true prodigy, he was.

However, you were closest with your oldest brother, Albert.

From a young age, he was there to take care of you. He oversaw your etiquette lessons, brought you along to his charitable work, and showered you with gifts and attention.

But, if you were hard pressed, you would say you weren't fond of his protectiveness.

You had no friends outside your family and staff, and Albert would turn away any potential suitors.

You loved him, but it seemed he was determined to keep you as his precious little sister.

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I'm teetering on whether to write about a platonic yandere albert headcanon cause I think he has some potential as an older brother or maybe an older childhood friend. You could be his youngest sibling, not yet tainted by the rest of the Moriarty family. The Count and Countess already see William as a "spare", so they would give even less attention to you. Even though you likely have a nanny to care for you, I imagine he would spend the most time around you, being the only one to show you kindness and warmth, while your the only "pure" one in this household to him. Someone yet infested by the norms of high society. Albert would make it a point to instill his ideals into your impressionable mind, seeing you as a rare innocent in a corrupt society. He would play with and teach you all that he knows, while you toddle after him with that oblivious smile on your face. That smile might be the one thing that saves you from burning along with the rest of your family in the fire...

Or you could be a friend he made after the incident, when he and his brothers became wards of the Rockwells. I imagine he'd be a bit more jaded, suspecting you might be only looking to befriend him to further some selfish ambitions. Although if you are persistent and sincere, he might allow somewhat closer. Perhaps you show genuine concern for his "loss" and the responsibilities he now bares as the eldest brother. He'd find it amusing until the point you shed a few tears, to which Albert would feel a twinge in his heart. To show such selfless feelings is beyond unfamiliar to him, but not unwelcomed.

Either way, he would definitely be overprotective of you, whether you are a sibling or not. Albert would try to keep you from others as much as possible, in case they have a chance of tainting your "purity". Like a little dove in a cage unaware of the cruelty beyond the bars, you would be Albert's most prized possession.

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With every passing day it seems less likely, but I'm still holding out for another great ace attorney chronicles games any day now...

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my taste in men is complex...

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Being the Illegitimate Fiancé of Yandere William James Moriarty

A/N: This is my first time posting something like this so just bear with me, kay?

You were the product of a tryst between a count and a maid. From the moment you were born, you were an outsider.

Unlike the count’s legitimate children, you lived as if you were just another servant. You slept in the servant’s quarters. You ate with them. You wore clothing made from spare uniforms. You had chores to complete. 

For a time, you were content with this life, living obediently and without complaint. The servants looked at you with a mix of pity and disdain, and you were the bane of the count's wife existence, but you still believed that, with effort, you would be loved.

However, one day, you were called to the office of the count for the first time. There you were told of your engagement to the second son of Count Moriarty, to secure stronger ties to a wealthier family.

Essentially, you had been sold off. Sacrificing the illegitimate daughter rather than having to marry off their true daughter to a mere second son.

From then on, the count tried to polish you into something resembling a noble's child. You were dressed in expensive, yet modest clothing. You were assigned an etiquette tutor to teach you. The maids you used to work beside now were responsible for bathing and dressing you. Preparing a lamb to slaughter.

In the wake of the fire and his first crime, William was surprised to hear that the original son of Count Moriarty was engaged.

The fire had, of course, postponed your first meeting, but everything had already been made official.

Now, William was intelligent enough, so it wouldn’t be too difficult for him to find a way to annul the engagement.

However, he heard rumors from the hushed whispers of the servants of the Rockwell estate. About how you were the bastard child of a maid and a count, who had been sold off. About how you were previously nothing but another servant until the count realized your value as a marriage candidate.

Now, this interested him, as you were in a rather pitiful position. A girl who was the result of a noble’s selfishness being dressed up as one and being forced into an engagement at such a young age.

For that reason, William was polite to you when you came to visit the brothers at the Rockwell manor. Cordial, yet distant. However, that would eventually change.

You would greet him in such an unsure manner, clearly not used to the noble etiquette quite yet, and would have a hard time meeting his eye. Regardless, he would smile his typical genial smile.

At first, he wouldn’t consider you that much. Simply a pawn in your opportunistic father plans. Honestly, it would be a mercy to break the engagement, if not for your own sake.

However, he would be lying if he said your meek demeanor wasn’t endearing. So unlike the typical arrogance of nobility.

You were innocent.

Gradually, his obsession would grow.

He would want to protect from everything. Even himself.

He would never tell you about his plans. You were far too pure to be tainted in such a way.

In a way, you would be his escape from cruel reality. An oblivious and innocent light in his ever darkening world.

Deep down, I think he would like to marry you, to build a life with you.

And maybe, if he allows himself to be selfish for even a moment, he would.

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Sherlock may be Liam's soulmate (platonic, romantic, whatever) but I will always be Liam's faithful pet so there

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Aollo is hot but Leonidas wasn't wrong when he said he had a pretty punchable face

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Since the Yandere Yuukoku Moriarty scene is dryer than the Sahara...

Let me elaborate on a point I made with Yandere Liam that I never expanded on.

I've been toying around with the concept of the oringinal William being engaged just before the fire and was planning to meet his fiance for the first time before he died.

So Liam is left with a fiance from a noble family that he has no interest in, seeing as they provide no benfit for his ultimate plans, but slowly but surely becoming enamored with his innocent and oblivious Darling. A spark of light in his dark and blood stained world.

I am on no sleep rn so this might be shit but I needed to get this out of my system.

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Asking the Moriarty the Patriot fans...

Does anyone know the title of that one William x Reader non-con fic where your a noblewoman and he kills your father?

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I haven't posted in like a month but i got nothing so rip

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Im probably just listening to too much disney songs, but "Hellfire" gives me major taiju vibes

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Do i think Ran is a lady killer/play boy? Not really. Do i think he'd make a bad boyfriend? Absolutely.

He's canonically self centered, sadistic, and has no qualms being underhanded or decietful.

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A literal crowd of naked and half naked people just biked past my parents house??

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So about Reiko from bnha, is there a reason for the ghost motif?

Like, her quirk is basically just telekinesis, so why is it called "poltergeist"? Does she control ghosts cause it doesn't mention it from what i've read