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To Break A Gargoyle: Act 2 (Moriarty The Patriot)

Heyo everyone! I'm so excited for this one- I'm doing a collab with the amazing @rachi-roo! We got to talking about the tea party OVA for Moriarty and decided this was the best time to create a series of fics together! Rachi took part one (Or Act 1- hehe) while I took on the sequel! :D

Thank you so, so much for collabing with me, friend! This was so much fun, and any chance I get to write for Moran is a great day! Check her out if you haven't yet- Rachi's got some fabulous work!

For "To Break A Gargoyle: Act 1" (Rachi's fic! :D)

Summary: His plans for revenge failed, William is left a tad embarrassed but also hung up on a certain detail. What did Moran mean by one one person knows his weakness?

"There's only one man who know's how to beat me in a war of tickles."

William mused over that particular line for some time, the effect of Moran's counterattack still leaving his body tingling. It had been only a short few days since- and still he couldn't get the encounter out of his head.

Nor the odd jumpiness he felt whenever Moran passed by a tad too close for his liking. Or the smirk the older assassin wore when he left.

Such a mess he found himself in.

"Brother? Are you free?" A hand on his shoulder made him jump. "Brother?" Louis sounded concerned, and when he turned to meet his eyes, he was watching him intently. "Are you okay?"

"Oh? Yes...apologies. I wasn't listening." He smiled politely, going to get his tea. "What were you saying just now?"

"Just that I made scones. In case you grew hungry." The younger blonde gestured to the basket on the table, said treats steaming with warmth. "Best to wait though- I just took them out of the oven."

"Thank you Louis. Your preparations are what keep me going." William nodded, satisfied at the pleased blush painting Louis' cheeks. It was only after he left William let himself sigh, leaning into his fist. "What to do about him...?"

"Who?" Fred's voice shocked him to the core. A hand to his chest, he turned to the quiet boy with a short breath. "Apologies, my lord. Didn't mean to scare you." He nodded at the scones, something longing in his eyes. "Are you.."

"You're fine, Fred." William passed him one, a huff of a laugh in his voice as the younger man breathed it in, a warm smile on his lips. "I was just thinking about Moran recently. We had a...arrangement that went wary."

"Ah, so he got the jump on you." Fred nodded, something understanding in his expression as he stuffed his face with the scone. "I heard about it from him- he was telling Bonde and I."

"Oh, had he now?" William's smile felt forced, the slight twitch in the corner of his mouth the only indication he was crossed. "How charming."

"Yes...Moran can be quite the devil in tickle wars. It's funny- once you know how to handle him, he goes from a menace to a kitten rather quickly."

A...kitten?

There's only one man who know's how to beat me in a war of tickles.

"Fred...tell me, what's your favorite type of scone?" William asked, pushing the basket forward, a coy smile touching his lips as Fred's eyes lit up.

~~~

"You called?" Moran asked, poking his head into William's study the following afternoon. "Huh, doesn't this feel familiar?"

"Good afternoon, Moran, and thank you for coming." William, ignoring the last comment, nodded up to his bookshelves. "You see- I've found myself with quite the problem. I misplaced my step ladder and need to put these books away. You know how Louis is about tidiness, and if I don't do it now, the pile will grow taller and taller." He nodded to the highest shelf. "Think you could put these away for me?"

"Huh? That's all? Alright then." Moran nodded, walking up and taking the books. "And here I thought you were looking to continue our little chat the other day?" Moran chuckled at the faint blush staining the blonde's cheeks, turning to the shelf. "Okay, let's see...er- how do these go again?"

"By number. Here..." William took his chance. Reaching up as if to point where the books go, he let his hand brush against the back of Moran's neck, barely a graze. "This one goes...are you alright?"

"Tch- y-yeah. I'm great." Moran nodded, suddenly stiff. A soft flush of pink stained his neck as he cleared his throat. "Just dusty up here, that's all."

"Of course." William smiled, stepping back as Moran carried on. That was it- the sign Fred has spoke about. He mustn't waste this chance.

"Moran. You weren't incorrect in your assumption." William spoke casually, aligning himself with the other's back as he placed the second to last book on the shelf. "I did wish to continue our talk from the other day."

"Figured you would. Let me guess, you need a reminder?" Moran teased, even as his confidence wavered in his tone. William only smiled a dangerous smile, hands hovering over his exposed armpits.

"No. But I think you do, my friend." With that, he attacked, fingers digging into Moran's armpits.

At first, nothing happened. Moran stiffened, but that's about it. For a brief, scary moment, William was sure he'd misheard Fred on the spot to go for.

And then Moran was laughing. Booming with mirth, the last book fell helplessly to the floor as he shot his arms down, pressing in sharply and trapping William's fingers. "Ghahahhahahhahaha! Whahhahhat- whahhaaht the heheheheheheehll, Wihiihiihihiliam?"

"My- so you are ticklish?" William mused softly, delight coloring his tone as he watched the older man squirm and laugh before him. "So much for your gargoyle demeanor, no?"

"Ahehahahhahaha! G-Gahhahahrgoyle? Oohoohoho, thaahhahat's just ruhuhuhuhuuhde!" Moran wheezed, stumbling some as if he had too much to drink. "Hohohohoohow'd you fihihiihihihnd ohohohohoohut?"

"I just did. An accident led to my discovery." William lied smoothly, one hand reaching down to Moran's ribs while the other carried on attacking his armpit. "Seems like you can't turn off your ticklishness now, can you?"

"Aahhahahhacideheheheht my ahahahahahhass! Who-FRED!" Moran squawked out his name as the realization hit. At the same time, so did his knees when they crashed into the floor, sending him falling to his side. "Thahhahahaht snehhehahahahhaky brahahahhaht, whahahhat'd you giihiihihiihve hihihihihim?"

"Nothing at all. He has no part in this." William pressed his fingers into Moran's stomach, grinning when the older man squeaked and curled up. "You really are a kitten..."

"Wahhahahhhhaat? Shuhuhuuhuuhuht youhuhuhuhur mohohohoohuth!" Moran cried, cheeks bright red as he swatted at the hands. "Stahhahahhap plehahahahhahahse, I'm behehhehehehgging ya!"

"Giving up so soon? How unfortunate." Still, William did as he asked, pulling his hands back with a chuckle, watching Moran gasp for air. "Still- I do feel satisfied in my discovery."

"Eh...ehehehehe...yohoohhou scohohohundral." Moran growled without malice, reaching out and squeezing the blonde's knee. Laughing at his yelp, he sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Scones, huh? Louis' cooking?"

"Blueberry ones. I told Fred I'd request them for breakfast tomorrow." William shook his head with a laugh, Fred's excitement for such a treat reminded him of a puppy. "Thankfully none of our enemies know of this weakness. Who knows what secrets he'd spill for them."

"If it's not Louis' cooking? He'd be fine." Moran grinned. "He'd only break for him."

Sharing a laugh, the pair stood, Moran stretching his arms out as William smoothed out his clothes. "Well, we best be going before someone comes looking for us. Shall we?" William stared to leave, only to pause when Moran cleared his throat.

"A quick word, Will? Not as an employee to an employer but as between friends?" Moran's eyes danced, mischief gleaming within. "If you dare tickle me again, I'll be forced to return the favor, tenfold."

"We'll see about that, Moran." William smirked his classic coy smile, red eyes dancing. "We'll see about that."

Thanks for reading!

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