#Moriarty oneshots

[star-girl-05]

MINE

Jim Moriarty x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

‘Why are you at Hospital?’ you stare at the text, confusion all over your face. The first being who the hell is texting you?, and how did they know where you are? You look around the room for anyone out of place. Finding nothing you turn back to your phone. 

‘Who is this?’ your phone dings with a text almost instantly.

‘It’s Moriarty, Love’ you visibly freeze. ‘But you can call me Jim 💕✨’

You have so many questions yet you're asking, ‘Why are you texting me?’ 

‘I saw you were at hospital, I thought I was going to have to kill someone’ 

‘What the hell do you mean by that? How did you know I was at the hospital anyway?’ you stare at your phone this is the first time he hasn’t texted you back instantly. 

‘I always keep an eye on my assets’, is he implying what you think he is? ‘Your mine, afterall can’t let anyone hurt you’ Your eyes widen almost comically. Jim Moriarty, self proclaimed villain just told you were his. How are you supposed to respond to that? You’ve only met him a handful of times, half of them with Sherlock, and you would not describe them as ‘friendly’. So where on earth did he get the idea that you fancied him. 

‘I’m not yours’ it should be obvious to him that you would never date him. Yet here you are rejecting him over text.

‘You are, you just don’t know it yet’ you don’t text back just pocketing your phone. Trying to forget the conversation ever happened, especially when Sherlock comes dragging you away. 

He was just messing around, trying to get in your head. At least that's what you tell yourself. Until you return home and find a large bouquet and a card. 

To My Love,  Im deadly Serious your MINE Yours, Jim Moriarty

[verysanebsdfan]

Hello it's me! I hope you're having a great day! May i request a Albert Moriarty (Moriarty the patriot) x reader , they don't know each but reader is an assassin & Albert walks in during her mission?

I apologize if this is too much, make sure to stay hydrated (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Hello:3 I am so excited to write this cause?!! WAAA I hope you are satisfied!!

Anyway, the reader is an assassin who doesn't work for anyone, and takes up commissions and stuff so yeah!!

masterlist!!

cw: killing and blood, nothing graphic tho. Use of (Name) NOT (Y/N), mentions of suicide as a form of escapism to save your life, not proofread

wc: 1110 (prolly the longest i wrote on my tumblr, oof)

𝔸𝕝𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕩 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

The night stretched on in eerie silence, the usual hum of life swallowed by an unsettling stillness. The freezing feeling in your fingertips was the only thing that kept your consciousness from slipping, just barely. It was not a clever idea to pass out somewhere in the East End. There were not only shady people after all, but also individuals who would not like you much. Your clothes were nice and quite clean, but it was also obvious you were not a noble. Just comfortable at best. That does not change much, you still looked like you lived a comfortable life. Which of course could not be further from the truth.

Your life was full of spilled blood and loneliness. And you could never catch a break too!! Traveling all over England was one thing, but the nature of your job was another. A normal person would never think so many people required your services. Well, they technically did not require them, because in what reality you need to get someone killed, right? But there are a ton of them. And each job required meticulous planning, a ton of preparation, and transportation. It is not unnatural to have to travel for hours by train. At least you get paid to do so. Another thing you do is plan murder. You know very well not everyone can afford the full service, and even though it pains you to make someone dirty their hands, ultimately it is their decision, and it is a steady income. And planning murders is not even exhausting, right? Wrong!! You need to collect a ton of information to do anything.

And that is exactly how you might have dug your grave. While you were sniffing and digging around for information for Lord Ernest, whoever that was anyway, you discovered something you should not have. The identity of the criminal who has been ‘terrorizing’ England. If it could be called that. It was someone quite like you after all. The Lord of Crime. Oh, such a fancy name. It was all just an accident, witnessing a murder. Not like it happens to everyone, not at all, but you just had luck.

You were just crouching down in the bushes, tracking your latest victim’s daily routine. He was taking his night stroll around the garden, however just then someone appeared out of…well clearly not anywhere, but out of somewhere, and they held a conversation. You could not make out any words out of it, however as soon as your victim dropped dead, you knew you had to follow the culprit. And that is how you figured out one of the Moriarty brothers must be the Lord of Crime. Or they are partners in crime. Who knows? Certainly not you, for now at least. However, who would have expected everyone to know about your presence?

And that is what, sort of, got you into this current situation. It was the first time you ever got caught red handed. Quite literally, considering blood was spilled on you as well. You, of course, panicked.

The body of another one of your victims dropped dead on the floor and you dusted off the non-existed dust off your shoulders, praising your work. Just then however, you hear a chuckle behind you. The feeling of cold sweat all over your skin envelops you and breath catches in your throat. Someone… they must have surely seen you- well even if they did not, it is obvious you were the culprit. One looks behind yourself. Brown hair, green eyes- SMOKING HOT!! Besides that,…an air of dominance and danger. And most importantly, power and influence. After looking around, you concluded that the only possible route seems through the window. Approximately five meters high with grass and quite slippery ground under it- wait no there is snow, not good either. Oh well. Taking one last look behind yourself, you run up to the window, breaking it smoothly, and jumping.

You of course do not know if he has any people waiting for you, and if he does, there is only one way out. Either you die, or your enemies die. Simple.

The chase was long and exhausting, it had been hours, you ran, you hid, and you took a carriage as well. There is no definite proof of your current enemy following you, however it is highly likely to happen, and your gut feeling tells you so as well.

The creepiest part of the chase was when you finally returned home, only to find your property totally destroyed- no, they just made a mess, something must have gone missing. What is it though? Who knows, not you, since paranoia took the best of you, and you left again. If they use it against you, you can very well get Scotland Yard knocking on your door at any minute. And that is why you are here.

In East End, in freezing cold. This winter has been especially chilly. Your body was shivering, and your hands have barely any sense of touch left, so what is motivating you to go on? A will to live freely? Maybe. Is it something you deserve though? You took the life of so many people, without even stopping to consider their situation. Yes, there were cases where you did not accept a commission because you did not agree with the reasoning. Yet you still took countless lives of people who had friends, family, life. Unlike you. You have no personal life, no lover, no family, no friends. Nothing. So why are you even trying? Yes, this exact thought is the one that made you stop, or maybe it was the sudden sense of dread that spread to you.

“Why hello.” A voice sounded out into the quiet night. “There is no need to run, for I have no intention of hurting you.” The person said. “I merely wish to have a talk with you, you must bee freezing, a lady who is not even properly dressed…” He prods at the fact that you are in fact not wearing proper clothing for a woman, well pants are exactly not it in this age. It is practical though. “Must not be feeling her best, especially here, in this weather.” He got you. Possibly covered as well. You are in fact freezing.

“You, such a gorgeous woman, (Name) (Last Name). Come with me, and you will maybe find a place you could call home.” He offered, while clearly staring you up and down. Not very proper if you ask me. But maybe it is not so bad to give him a chance, it might not be so bad.

[wittyandobsessed]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Jim Moriarty x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | none.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: 6. "Do you trust me?"

You weren’t sure when it started—when you first felt the pull toward him. Maybe it was the thrill, the way his voice curled around your name like a secret meant only for him. Maybe it was his unpredictability, how he could switch from a bored drawl to a violent outburst in the blink of an eye. Or maybe it was something simpler.

Maybe it was love.

A sick, twisted, doomed kind of love.

A love that felt like standing on the edge of a skyscraper, staring down at the city below with the knowledge that he was right behind you, whispering how beautiful you’d look falling.

"You look troubled, my dear," Jim purred, lounging on the expensive velvet sofa of his penthouse, fingers lazily tapping against his knee. His eyes—dark and bottomless—were locked onto yours with the same intensity he had when orchestrating someone’s downfall. It was a gaze that unraveled people, turned them inside out, left them gasping for air.

And you wished it wasn’t so intoxicating.

"Maybe because I am," you admitted, arms crossed tightly over your chest. It was a pathetic attempt at shielding yourself from the weight of what you had become—from the knowledge that you were standing in the lion’s den, and instead of running, you had stepped closer.

Not with him. Not with the man who put a bullet in so many innocent people. The man who played with Sherlock and John like they were nothing more than pawns on his chessboard. The man who could smile with the same lips that whispered nightmares into the world.

The man your heart betrayed you for.

Jim tilted his head, his amusement flickering like a candle in the dark. "Ohhh, the little doubt monster is gnawing away at you, isn’t it?" He sat forward suddenly, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze never leaving you. His voice softened, became something dangerously sweet. "Tell me, love, is it guilt? Fear? Or is it that you think I don’t love you?"

Your breath hitched. "Jim…"

His lips stretched into a slow, lazy grin. "Say it."

You hesitated, your pulse hammering against your ribs, but the words tumbled out anyway. "Do you love me?"

The question hung in the air, suffocating in its weight. It was absurd to ask. It was like asking a hurricane if it felt remorse for the towns it tore apart.

Jim let out a long, exaggerated sigh, flopping back into the sofa as though you had physically exhausted him. "Ohhh, Y/N, you wound me! After all the lovely murders I’ve planned while thinking of you? The secrets I’ve whispered just for your ears?" His voice was light, teasing, but his eyes—his eyes gleamed with something darker. Something possessive. Something ravenous.

"But the real question is…" he continued, lifting his hand, palm up. An invitation. A challenge.

"Do you trust me?"

Your heart pounded against your ribs, screaming for you to run. Jim Moriarty was a liar. A killer. A spider at the center of a web spun from blood and deceit. Trusting him was reckless. Trusting him could get you killed.

But he didn’t love lightly. He didn’t pretend. If he loved you, it was real. Terrifyingly, unstoppably real.

And if he didn’t… well, then you were already doomed, weren’t you?

Your fingers trembled as they reached for his hand.

He beamed, a dazzling, boyish smile that could almost—almost—be mistaken for something pure. A child receiving the toy he’d been coveting. A man collecting his prize.

"Good girl," he cooed, fingers curling around yours.

And just like that, the web closed around you.

▸ Everything

@alexxavicry

[writeriguess]

hiii!!! I am so glad to see you’re back :)). Just wanted to send a req for sherlock (bbc) x reader where the reader is the eldest holmes brother. Just a scene / one shot where John finds out Sherlock has ANOTHER mysterious sibling who will be visiting. The siblings reunite.. bonus points if they’re somehow engaged to Moriarty 👁️.

again, really excited to see you’re back. I love your writing sm and am relieved to see you feel comfortable enough to start again on here <3

author's note: I'm so happy to be back—thank you so much! <3

The Family Affair

John sat in his armchair, watching Sherlock shuffle through the mess of papers spread across the table. The detective had been unusually restless all morning, muttering to himself, his fingers drumming against every surface they encountered.

“Alright, Sherlock,” John finally said, setting his mug of tea on the table. “What’s going on? You’ve been twitchy since breakfast, and that’s saying something.”

Sherlock stopped in mid-step, his back to John. He didn’t turn around immediately but instead adjusted his collar and smoothed his shirt cuffs, the movements slow and deliberate.

“I have a guest arriving shortly,” Sherlock said finally, his tone clipped.

“A guest?” John raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you have guests?”

Sherlock’s head tilted slightly, and he half-turned, enough for John to see the shadow of a smirk on his face. “Not just any guest. My brother is visiting.”

John blinked. “Your brother? You mean Mycroft?”

Sherlock scoffed, as though the suggestion was preposterous. “No, John, not Mycroft. The other one.”

John froze mid-reach for his tea. “The other one?” he repeated slowly. “You have another brother?”

“Yes,” Sherlock said simply, as though this were a fact so obvious it needn’t be explained.

John stared at him, mouth agape. “You have another brother, and you’re only just mentioning this now?”

Sherlock turned fully, leaning against the table with his arms crossed, his face alight with amusement. “Eldest sibling, actually. And quite a bit more… elusive than Mycroft.”

“Elusive,” John repeated, still trying to process. “Let me guess, they work in the same shadowy government circles as Mycroft, but with an extra layer of top-secret nonsense?”

Sherlock didn’t answer, which was answer enough.

John pinched the bridge of his nose. “Right. So this other sibling of yours, who I’ve somehow never heard of, is just popping in for tea, are they?”

“Not tea, no.” Sherlock glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. “But they should be arriving any minute.”

Before John could ask the dozens of questions now swirling in his head, there was a sharp knock at the door.

Sherlock straightened, his smirk transforming into something harder to read. “That’ll be them now.”

John watched as Sherlock strode to the door with more purpose than usual. The detective pulled it open, and John’s curiosity peaked as a tall figure stepped into the flat.

“Sherlock,” you greeted coolly, brushing off the chill from your coat. Your voice had the same crispness as your younger brothers’, but with an edge that suggested you had no patience for their dramatics.

“Y/N,” Sherlock replied, his tone softer than John expected.

Your gaze flicked over Sherlock’s shoulder, landing on John. “And you must be the infamous Dr. Watson,” you said, offering a polite but distant smile.

“Er, yeah, that’s me,” John replied, standing and extending a hand.

You glanced at it for a beat too long before taking it briefly. “Pleasure.”

The tension in the room was thick, but it wasn’t awkward. It felt more like something unspoken was hanging in the air, something only you and Sherlock understood.

“Did Mycroft put you up to this?” Sherlock asked, his sharp eyes studying you.

“Hardly,” you said with a dry laugh. “I’m here for my own reasons. Though I’m sure he’ll have something to say about it.”

John watched the exchange like a spectator at a tennis match, completely out of his depth. “I’m sorry, but can someone explain what’s going on here? Who exactly are you?”

You turned to John fully, folding your hands neatly in front of you. “I’m Y/N Holmes, the eldest of the three. I’ve been abroad for… a while.”

“Abroad?” John echoed. “Doing what, exactly?”

“That,” you said with a pointed look, “is classified.”

“Of course it is,” John muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Now that introductions are out of the way,” Sherlock cut in, his voice carrying a sudden sharpness, “why are you here, Y/N? You don’t make social calls.”

Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “You’re right. I don’t.”

Before you could say more, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out, your movements measured, and glanced at the screen. For the briefest moment, your expression softened—just a fraction—but it was enough. A sharp sigh escaped your lips as you silenced the device and slid it back into your pocket.

John, still trying to keep up, had caught the name flashing across the screen. “Moriarty?” he blurted out. “Why do you have his number?”

Sherlock’s eyes were already locked on you, his mind visibly racing through the possibilities. He leaned forward slightly, scrutinizing every microexpression you failed to conceal.

“Why indeed?” Sherlock asked, his tone biting, his gaze narrowing like a predator closing in on its prey.

You gave nothing away, merely raising an eyebrow at him. “It’s not what you think,” you said evenly, though you knew it would do little to deter him.

“Not what I think?” Sherlock’s voice turned cold as he began pacing, gesturing sharply as he spoke. “You have Moriarty’s number saved. You sigh when you see his name. There’s a ring on your left hand—a subtle design, yes, but new. You’re more meticulous than Mycroft when it comes to appearances; you wouldn’t wear something like that without reason. And the way you pocketed the phone just now, guarded but not defensive, suggests familiarity. Intimacy, even. I’m not wrong, am I?”

John blinked, looking between you and Sherlock. “Hang on. Are you saying—”

“You’re engaged to him,” Sherlock hissed, venom lacing every word.

John’s head snapped back as if he’d been slapped. “Wait—what? You’re engaged to Moriarty? That Moriarty?”

You didn’t flinch under their combined scrutiny. “I told you, Sherlock. I have my reasons. You don’t have to like them.”

“Like them?” Sherlock’s voice rose. “You’re marrying the man who tried to kill me!”

“Sherlock.” Your tone was firm, but there was a warning in it. “This isn’t up for debate.”

John looked between the two of you, feeling as though he’d wandered into the middle of a play where half the script was missing. “Right. Well. This is going to be fun.”

Feel free to request <3

[lumaconstante]

OPEN REQUESTS!!!

Notice: I don't write scenes between underage characters, or adult characters with underage characters. Incest is also out of the question , I do not accept these types of requests.

I can write headcanons, scenarios, oneshots and short stories. Below I am leaving two small lists, you can leave requests in the comments for other fandons that do not exist on this list, maybe I know them and can write and add them to the list.

Anime

Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia

Otome no Hametsu Flag / My Next Life as a Villainess

Diabolik Lovers (anime and games)

Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji

Jibaku Shounen Hanako Kun

Oshi no Ko

Moriarty The Patriot

Howl's Moving Castle

Movies, books, series, HQs and games:

Harry Potter

Hogwarts Legacy

Percy Jackson (All Books)

Batfamily

Superfamily

Castlevania

Winx Club

Alice in Wonderland

Lord of the rings

And if you like the Gothamverse, DC comics, Batfamily, anime, Taylor Swift and hero stories in general you will probably like 'Star'. Available on Wattpad in Portuguese and English:

[shiitake111]

"Born and raised on the streets, to fall into addiction was inevitable. It was impossible to stay pure, to stay innocent, when the failure practically surrounded him. When his small hands tremble at the sight of a death brought by him, holding onto a knife with a handle too big for him to grasp around, his soul begins to rot, and its fleeting remains wither with time. And while the first touch starts infection, the last collapses its whole entirely; like pages brittle with waning use and careless care, like ash on the end of a still-burning, stump cigarette. Sherlock - his skin, his touch - was nicotine.

He wants more, but there’s no time. Liam chuckles in pain, staggering.

The blood stays, it stains, it stings, like acid on Sherlock's trembling hands.

"No, no," Sherlock whispered desperately, breathing heavily."

fic rec;

please don't (say you love me)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59063002

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ elementary masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ sherlock holmes, joan watson, marcus bell, mycroft holmes, jamie moriarty, odin reichenbach, gareth lestrade

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sherlock holmes. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ joan watson. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ marcus bell. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mycroft holmes. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jaime moriarty. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ odin reichenbach. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gareth lestrade. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

[heirloomgem]

Monthly Writing Plan

Hello, my lovely readers. It's me, heirloomgem! I hope that you guys enjoyed my latest fanfic and are doing well.

I'm actually planning on posting a monthly voting poll with 3 different animes or manga with characters to choose from.

You can pick/vote for whoever interests you and either send me any suggestions or request one shot regarding those characters. And whichever character wins on the voting poll, I'm going to post a one-shot series on them.

Please tell me if you are interested in it and I, then, would proceed with this plan.😊

I'm sorry for the past vote that was erased. I have to redo the voting duration. Please forgive me😫😭🙏

[cozywriter]

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I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted, and I’m sorry for leaving for a while, but it’s not without good reason, I swear! School has been kicking my ass recently and I’m struggling to stay on top it all so I might continue this hiatus for a while. I do have some things in the works in my drafts , so I can always post a few things every now and then for all of you. But! I also want to hear from you and see what you guys want me to write, so my ask box is open! And so is this poll🙃. I’ll prioritize writing the top three voted fandoms, so choose wisely!

If you want something specific, you can always comment on this or just ask me directly using my ask box or dm too! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see you then!

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[star-girl-05]

Eventful

Jim Moriarty x Reader

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You run your hands over his suit jacket smoothing out non-existing wrinkles. He watches your movements focusing on the way your fingers barely graze his tie before straightening it. You eye him up and down, a smile forming on your face seemingly satisfied with your work. “There you go darling now you’ll be perfect for your little date” He places a sweet kiss to your lips, saying a quick thank you before heading to the car waiting for him. “That Sherlock stands no chance with you in that suit” he chuckles at the comment but doesn’t disagree. 

When Jim comes back from his ‘Date’ with Sherlock he’s buzzing. A joyous smile on his face as he practically skips over to you. “Helloooo, Love” he calls out, placing a kiss on your cheek. You chuckle, a smile forming of your own. 

“I take it went well”

“It was splendid you should have seen his face he was like,” he immediately started mimicking Sherlock's face albeit dramatically. This is just one of the many things you love about Jim. He’s so animated when he talks. You have never met anyone like Jim Moriaty and you doubt you ever will.  “Not only did I get to mess with Sherlock, I got a call about a potential business deal, overall it’s been quite the evening” 

“You know an eventful evening should end with an eventful night” Jim’s smile seems to get larger (If that's possible).

“My, My it must be my lucky day” You grab his face planting a deep kiss on his lips. 

“Won’t you join me in the bedroom, Moriaty” His skin prickles at the way you say his name. How could he ever decline such a lovely offer? You grab his hand hastily leading him to the bedroom.

You're shoving the bedroom door open while grabbing Jim's face. Kissing him with so much fever. He returns the passion, slipping off his jacket. By the time you make it to the bed his top is completely unbuttoned and yours is discarded on the floor. 

The two of you fell to the bed, not wanting any space between the two of you. That's how you spent the rest of the night eliciting moans and groans from each other and thoroughly marking every inch of skin on the other. 

[loichte]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 憂国のモリアーティ | Yuukoku no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot (Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/William James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty) Characters: Sherlock Holmes (Yuukoku no Moriarty), William James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty), Albert James Moriarty (Yuukoku no Moriarty), Mycroft Holmes (Yuukoku no Moriarty), Mycroft'smaid for like three seconds Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Post Fall, Longing, Oral, Anal, Buttstuff, what is a condom, Sherlock's squeaky bed, Cuddle, I'm bad at photoshop, No i won't change the font it's fucking cursive Summary:

Sherlock covered the laughter with a fake cough; he wasn't as nice as Liam. He would have left her to her own devices. But the girl beamed with relief and walked ahead at a brisk pace while Sherlock touched William on the elbow.

He leaned over to whisper in his ear, only briefly.

"The bow tie isn't the only piece of clothing that gets too tight for me."

And because no one was looking, he slowly slid a hand from Williams' lower back over his buttocks to pinch once. Sherlock didn't even get a sound and took the hand back because there was no way they could stay there. William returned the gesture by brushing their fingers together and finally started to move; Sherlock half a step behind, enjoying the view.

[vroerry]

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[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Liam in my vampire fic: super careful to never outright lie to Sherlock, though he certainly does so by omission/implication/suggestion.

Albert in the companion piece I'm writing:

[lumaconstante]

Currents Between Worlds

You placed this request a few days ago, I apologize for the delay in delivery, I hope you like it! ✨

Summary

An AU based on The Little Mermaid, with William James Moriarty as the mermaid prince who trades his tail for the chance to live on land, and Sherlock Holmes as the eccentric human who guides him in the terrestrial world.

William's POV

The library was utterly silent, save for the soft sound of pages turning and the faint rustle of waves in the distance. Sitting on the floor, surrounded by piles of books, William hungrily scanned a volume of advanced mathematics. The faintly salty scent of his skin, still carrying the ocean's touch, mingled with the aroma of aged pages.

He had never imagined that humans stored so much knowledge on mere sheets of paper. The sea had carried these books to him years ago, remnants of a shipwreck. It was the equations and theorems that had sparked his fascination, planting the idea that the human world might offer something more than just legs.

However, living among them was far from simple. There were rules, customs, and a language he still struggled to master.

"You woke up early."

Sherlock Holmes' voice sliced through the silence like a blade. William looked up, meeting the detective's mischievous grin.

"Did you sleep last night?" Sherlock asked, eyebrows raised as he gestured dramatically at the chaos around him.

William slowly shook his head, not letting go of the book in his hands.

What followed was something he didn't expect: Sherlock threw his head back and erupted into a fit of laughter so loud and spontaneous that even the birds outside stirred.

"My dear William, if anyone saw this scene, they’d swear you’re a reclusive professor, not a… well, let’s say, curious visitor."

Sherlock approached, his steps agile and confident. He picked up one of the open books on the floor and read a passage.

"Mathematics. Always mathematics. Why not poetry? Something more… human?"

"Poetry is confusing, full of conflicting emotions," William replied with a frankness that made Sherlock raise an eyebrow.

"And mathematics isn’t?"

William didn’t answer, but the glint in his eyes said enough.

Sherlock's POV

Sherlock had always known William wasn’t like the others. From the moment he found him disoriented near the coast, there was something otherworldly about his presence. It wasn’t just his ethereal beauty or the way he seemed fascinated by the most mundane things—it was his hunger for knowledge that intrigued him the most.

Teaching William to read and write had been an unexpected challenge. For someone who already knew so much—from astronomy to navigation—he had glaring gaps in basic knowledge. But William learned quickly, absorbing everything like a sponge.

That morning, seeing him surrounded by books, Sherlock felt a strange warmth in his chest. There was something almost childlike about the way William treated the human world, as if every discovery were a rare gem.

"You should rest, you know?" Sherlock remarked, throwing himself into a nearby armchair.

"And you should stop giving advice you don’t follow," William retorted without looking up from his book.

Sherlock laughed again, but this time the sound was softer, almost affectionate.

"Touch. Capture. Counterattack," William murmured to himself, scribbling something on a sheet beside him.

"Chess?"

"A strategy I thought of for the game."

Sherlock leaned forward, his eyes gleaming.

"Oh, so now you want to challenge me?"

William looked up, and for the first time that morning, he smiled.

When the full moon finally shone in the sky, marking the final deadline for William to decide whether to remain human or return to the sea, Sherlock brought him to the top of a hill where the ocean seemed to merge with the horizon.

"You have a choice, William, but..." Sherlock hesitated, a rare moment of vulnerability surfacing. "I hope you stay."

William looked at the moon, then at the man beside him. He knew the ocean would always be a part of him, but the human world, with all its mysteries and contradictions, offered something he had never found beneath the waves: companionship.

He smiled at Sherlock, and for the first time, spoke without hesitation:

"I’ll stay."

And when Sherlock took his hand, William knew he had found his true home.

A little Mermaid Au of Moriarty the patriot. Borrowing elements of Hans Christian Anderson’s story and a little of Disney’s. With a happy ending of course. But the dead line is till the next full moon. Both William & Sherlock’s POVs.

Idea for a scene where Sherlock finds Liam in the library “your up early “. He looks around sees all the books spread out and stacked on floor. “Did you get any sleep last night?” Liam shakes his “no”. Sherlock then throws his head in hysterical laughter.

This would imply if Sherlock where to teach William to read & write. Unless he already knows how to read and only knows what he’s read in books from sunken ships about the human world. One of the ships was carrying books left behind by a university professor on broad. They were of several subjects and Willian took a liking to the books mathematics.

[mayuichi]

Spending your birthday with them.

Include:

Genshin Impact [ Alhaitham, Wriothesley, Heizou ]

Honkai: Star Rail [ Aventurine & Veritas Ratio ]

Persona 5 [ Akechi Goro ]

Moriarty the Patriot [ William James Moriarty & Fred Porlock ]

Content Warning: fem!reader, I'm sorry for men that may read this! If you easily switch pronouns in your mind then go ahead, but there's mention of the reader wearing a dress at some point! (kind of irrevelant though, so I think you can imagine something else then?), pet names and.. that's all i think-. it's just a fluff so...

may's note: im so sorry i took so long to come back!! ive got a lot on my plate recently, i had planned another oneshot to come out but but BUUT!! My best friend's birthday is right around the corner when I write this (aha just a day before.. hi..) so im writing this for her, with her favourites and some that i know she loves <3 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! I HOPE YOULL HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND THAT YOU GOT THAT PLUSH YOU WANTED TO GO WITH AVENTURINE!! ive kinda rushed this to come out ngl, because its been a month im like "i have the time" until i didnt have time anymore.. sorry if it sucks :(

This artwork has been made by susucre! Do not steal/use it! every other used for the headers are official arts!

Even if he doesn't want to, he has duties now. Or at least, unexpected duties. But you can be sure Alhaitham always makes some time for you. How can he not? You're his sweetheart. Well, he isn't one to give sweet names but he still thinks so.

However, how could've you expect him to forget about your birthday? It's once a year, and he doesn't really care much about them usually. But we're talking about you. Of course he can't forget about it. He wants you happy, and he knows you'd hate if he doesn't at least wish you a happy birthday.

But what was your surprise when you find him still in bed, beside you, his right arm drapped over you as he reads from the other. Isn't he supposed to be at work, at the Akademiya? You don't even have the time to inquire, he saw your eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning.„ he briefly looks over you, before focusing back onto his book. But he strokes your side with his hand gently. He isn't much of a talker, but his small gestures are everything, aren't they?

He rapidly finishes his page, and places the book down to turn to you. “I'll let you take a shower and I'll prepare you breakfast.„ you can't even reply that he's already out of bed and heading to the kitchen. You'll just have to go shower.

It's your special day. Of course you'll wear a pretty dress, you want to feel extra pretty for today. When done, you head to the living room, finding him waiting for you to eat. It isn't a feast, but more than enough for the both of you. The silence is comfortable, only your breathing.

“Where are you going?„ he inquires when he sees you about to open the front door. You thought you'd go on a walk. “I haven't overworked myself for a week so I could have a full day off for you to ditch me, you know?„

It wasn't much, maybe even a bit offensive for some. But the idea that he paid attention enough to be certain to have a complete day off for you is enough to make you smile. And so, you chuckle and walk towards him.

“The weather is nice. It's sunny. We should go out together, don't you think?„ you tilt your head, waiting for his approval.. or for a compromise.

“It is. It's the perfect weather to do nothing at all. Or to read next to a window.„ without further notice, he stands and pulls you with him to the nearby window. Making you sit in his lap, he pulls out a book and rests his chin on top of your head.

“Maybe it isn't the best birthday you'll ever have, but I hope my company is enough.„ he isn't necessarily insecure, far from it even. But it's your special day. He just wants to make you happy, doesn't he?

And even if he says so, just reading in his lap with him, is enough. Spending time with him makes it nicer. Leaning further into his chest, you sigh and start to read with him. He's careful to wait for you, to ensure you finished before he actually turns the page.

He'll take breaks from time to time to make you both a drink, or to let you talk a bit. It isn't partying, but being able to spend the day together, reading and talking, without him possibly thinking about his duties is a luxury he doesn't always allow himself.

And he's more than glad for it to be with you.

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Until now, Wriothesley was used to stay in the Fortress most of his time. It never bothered him. Sigewinne keeps him company, and his prisoners aren't too bad most of the time. Even Neuvillette or Clorinde comes visit him from time to time.

But it changed when he met you. He didn't want you to be that often in the Fortress, and yet he couldn't help but want you. You don't know it, but he even asked Neuvillette for your birthday. It has never been that much of a talk in between you. You were both kind of over it after all. You aren't toddlers for who it is extremely important to get one year older.

But he wants your first birthday with him to be special, to be something you'd remember. He wants to make this day amazing. And for that, he had to have permissions and ensure the paperwork was done before that day. He had to be prepared for any possibility, to be called in for an emergency if someone tried to escape, or if they get overwhelmed and for your day to be ruined.

But he was willing to take that risk.

On your occasional weekly visit, you both talk and drink tea together, as any other time. You're not sure when, yet now, he has you in his arms, holding you close. It is as if he believed you were leaving. He's quick to compose himself and just steals a kiss from you, to hide his worries behind that smirk he always has when he surprises you.

“By the way, I've heard your birthday is soon, isn't it?„ you raise an eyebrow. You haven't told him, yet he knows. “Would you like us to spend the day together?„

You were so sure he meant inside the Fortress of Meropide, that when he mentioned that it wouldn't be there, but in the city, your eyes widened. Of course, you firstly worried about his work. It isn't like he's just a guard who could take a day off or a sick day. He has a prison to keep in place.

But he assured you it'd be alright. And so you trust him. There's no reason for you not to.

Your birthday was soon to come, and you waited for him in front of the Fortress' entrance. Dressed in a pretty outfit, that you kept on for this occasion, you obviously felt amazing. And upon seeing you, Wriothesley grinned. “Someone made herself extra beautiful for today.„

His tone flirty, he wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you close, pressing his lips on your hair. “It suits you perfectly. But you're always beautiful.„ his words meant the world to you.

And so began the day. Wriothesley is careful, meticulous even. He makes sure you stay hydrated, well fed and have fun. If you want a pastry, he'll buy it without a second thought. This piece of jewerly looks pretty on you? He'll offer it to you, no matter the cost.

It's weird for everyone to see the Duke out of the Fortress. He's respected for sure, and well known. You hold hands all day long, sometimes stealing kisses when you're in a alley or when no one's looking.

When the sun fades away to let the moon takes place, stars show up too. Now sitting near the water, you both look up at the navy blue sky. Wriothesley lets out a sigh and clears his throat. “I hope you had fun. I'm not sure when I'd be capable to have such a long time outside the Fortress without it being work related.„

Sure or not, you're just happy he manages to have time for you. And he's relieved everything went smoothly. He leans closer to you, his lips grazing your cheek. “Happy birthday.„

And even if it has caused him some stress, he's ready to do it over again next year if it makes him see your eyes so sparkly and shiny with delightment and happiness.

He'd risk anything to see you smile and hear your laughers echoing in his ears.

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The good part of being a detective is that he knows how to not leave any clue about his true intentions. And so, he can surprise you whenever he wants and you won't even realise he has planned it for a while!

Since Heizou can hardly take a day off recently, you agreed it'd be better if you spend the day with your friends and just leave your evening for him.

It was an amazing day, your friends and you strolled around the city, went to some fancy places and just spoiled you entirely. But it felt off, knowing that Heizou wasn't with you like you wished he could've.

They dropped you by your house, and with a sigh, you stepped inside. Of course Heizou wasn't home yet. It wasn't surprising, he's quite overwhelmed with work lately. Yet there was a small disappointment in your chest. Your heart was a bit heavier. But you brush it off.

By the time he gets home, you had just finished preparing dinner. He steps closer with that shitty grin and clears his throat. “Such a sweetie, making dinner when I hoped I'd have time to treat you today.„ of course, he doesn't want you to do any effort for today, but his schedule decided otherwise.

And so, with a swift movement, he shoves a bouquet against your chest. “I know it isn't much compared to how it could've been nicer to spend the day together, but I hope it'll make it up for it a bit.„

Heizou has always been a romantic at heart, he loves it when he sees your cheeks flushing and feels your breath growing faster from his teasing. And he's delighted to see that sweet blush spreading slowly.

Leaning in close, he takes your hands in his, and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. “Let's eat dinner and enjoy the time we have tonight, alright? I need to make it up for you.„

He lets you take care of the bouquet first, ensuring it won't die just yet. He teases you about your day, plays with you some games and even let you win for once. And needless to say the night ends in something.. more than just flirt and teasing.

But he hopes next year won't be as busy, so he can treat you like the princess you are in his eyes.

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A gambler. That's what he'll always be no matter what, no matter the day. He needs to work every single day, to be a good asset for the IPC. He can't afford losing. He will never accept it.

But today, Aventurine thought it'd be nice to let you experience gambling too. Well, not as much as he usually does, but more in a regular casino. He's obviously well known here, and has some free drinks. But he wants you to enjoy it too.

He teaches you how to do, the ropes of each games. To guess when to stop, and more importantly of course, to understand the rules and that losing can cost a lot. But deep down, Aventurine doesn't give a fuck about how much money you'll lose. He has way more than someone can think of.

Each games were fun, but you hated seeing those girls eyeing him like you don't exist. Don't they see you, the gorgeous girl sitting next to him, with who he holds hands? Or perhaps they don't care. But it frustrates you.

Even more so when one comes closer and accidentally spills wine on Aventurine's jacket. He doesn't react at first. But he grows more and more impatient as she tries to clean her mess.

But he got fed up when she literally sat in between the both of you. Who does she think she is? “Excuse me, Miss,„ with a dry chuckle and bright smile, he stands up and walks behind her, “don't you see her?„

Swiftly, almost as if he has always been ready for it, he pulls you close, your head resting on his chest. Your face flushes bright red of course, but you don't say anything. “She already holds the string. And compared to you, she doesn't care about my money. So if you please, do not dare to bother us further on her special day.„

He leads you away, and yet, casts them a last glance, “Except if you want to face the consequences, that is. But I doubt you would like it.„

He'd never let anyone makes you feel inferior, nor worthless, and even less when it's supposed to be your day. The day he caters to your every need without any complaint or question.

Upon arriving to a new game, away from those nuisance, he holds your hand in his, pressing his forehead against yours. “I'm sorry, darling. But I promise you, you're the only one in my eyes. The prettiest, the cutest, and the most loveable woman I've ever set my eyes on.„

He'd cherish you. He knows the pain, and he wants to keep you away from it. He struggles at time, but every effort is worth of your smile. Every day is a delight to get home to you, to know you're his, and that he's yours.

That he has a home. A home with you.

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What were you thinking when you first confessed to him? Of course you thought he'd reject you. We're talking about Veritas Ratio. But to your surprise, he accepted! But maybe you should've been careful... He's a teacher.

It isn't uncommon for Veritas Ratio to call you stupid or dumb, because you don't understand something or that you made a mistake on something simple. But you also know he'll always be here for you.

Compared to one of his colleage, he isn't particularly rich. Don't get me wrong, he is completely financially stable, and he won't be anytime soon the type to get ruined. But basically, if you need special teaching in something he doesn't master, he won't hesitate to help you with it.

He can't help but put intellect into a bit everything he does. But he knows it can piss you off at times, especially when it's not the moment for it.

Today, he has a long day. Longer than intended. So you nicely bring him lunch. Yet he requests of you to stay until his break is over. You know he isn't one to care about birthdays, but he does remember them if he is supposed to know them. Yours is no exception.

“I'm going to be home later than usual tonight, but perhaps you have any wish for how we spend our time?„ it isn't often that he lets you so openly choose. But you don't wait more time to ask if you could watch a movie and snuggle. You need nothing more than some rest, and so does he.

Laughers fill the empty classroom, except for the both of you. He knows when to not overdo it, especially with you. He will never admit it entirely, but he doesn't want to risk losing you. He can't. Not when you bring him so much by just existing.

There's a reason why he doesn't want you to be to close to that blonde, don't you think? But it doesn't matter.

In the evening, after you shared dinner, you set on the couch with him, snuggling up. His left hand caressing your side while his right one is holding a pen. Of course he can't only watch a movie, he needs to keep on going with his paperwork. But he doesn't entirely focus on it.

However, from time to time, you'd hear from Veritas that he clicks his tongue. He seems rather.. unpleased. And when you take a look, you don't see anything wrong. “Of course you don't, you're too much of an idiot to realise that student's mistake. What a pity.„

Unfortunately for you, you dared to ask what was the mistake.. and now you're in for a lecture. He sits you up and explains to you, in a rather annoyed tone. It isn't a surprise to say that you both don't even noticed when the movie has finished.

You're about to stand up when he holds you back, pulling you in his lap. “Don't you dare run away from my lecture. You asked to know, so you'll know.„ It promises to be an interesting evening and night, especially if you try to push your luck.

Veritas will make sure you get the appropriate punishment if his patience runs out by the time he's done with you.

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Have you ever imagined he'd steal your heart? A detective by day, a Phantom Thief by night. He earned his title well, he's definitely a prince in your eyes.

“Are you still listening?„ Akechi inquires. You have to admit, you weren't. You were too charmed into his eyes, shining as he shares his day with you.

“I've been thinking, there's an amusement park not far from here. Would you like to go with me?„ he asks. He isn't really scared of asking you on a date anymore. Of course, he couldn't help but feel like he isn't enough at times. But you love him, right? He can't let his insecurities win over.

And so, you are now on a date with him, on your birthday. He cares for a bit everything. He makes sure the sun isn't hitting you too hard, that you drink enough, and especially have fun.

You're the only one lucky enough to see him almost constantly out of his detective prince persona. To know the real him. He has his issues, and sometimes he may snaps at you. But he apologises and proves that he changes. He already does, but he tries to make sure you know he's willing to become better for you.

You're his light, and he can't lose you. At first, he even thought you loved that coffee shop's employee, but he felt lucky when you reciprocated his feelings.

Since then, Akechi would take you out often. To the beach, at restaurant, or even just for a walk. He wants you to know he cares, and he wants you only. He needs to be careful though, but he makes it work out.

Getting into a bit every attractions, he even ends up winning you a teddy bear. No one is ever too old for one after all, right? As he hands it to you, he presses a kiss on your lips, soft and tender, as if he wants the time to stop.

The sun sets slowly, and you get into the Ferris Wheel to end up the day. It's cozy, just the two of you. He holds you close, his nose in your hair as he breathes in your scent. “Happy birthday, my love.„

Why would he need to say anything more? Your heart races, and you look up at him with a sheepish smile. No one can mistake that expression on both of your faces. You're so undeniably in love with each other.

“I know I fucked up, especially when you discovered what I've done. But I'll become better. For you, and for us. So please, stay with me.„ he couldn't help but squeezing you tighter against him, as if you won't allow him time.

“I love you. So fucking much.„ he whispers as the sun disappears from view, letting the moon rise slowly. He'll always do his best for you, to be worthy of you.

Because he loves you. And he'll make every birthday from now on special for you.

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It took him time to allow himself to be vulnerable in front of you. To allow you to see the worst part of him. To see the monster beneath. He was certain he'd lose you. And yet, you're still here, beside him.

William is more than delighted to know you aren't ready to leave him. To know you'll stay. He doesn't entirely understand his feelings himself, but he has them, and that's all that matters.

To say William cares about birthdays is an understatement. He doesn't make big things, but he shows his care for sure. So don't you dare think you'll be an exception.

He has been quite busy lately, but he made sure he'd be here for your birthday. From waking to sleep. He stays in bed with you until you stir awake. Your eyes flutter open, the first sight being his blonde locks.

He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead and lets you get ready while he goes preparing breakfast for you. Going downstairs, you smell the sweet scent of food filling your nose.

He serves you, as well as himself, before eating and letting you talk of whatever comes in your mind. He could listen to you all day long, but today wasn't that. He'd spend some quality time with you, no matter what.

He helps you putting on your coat, and holds your hand as you get inside the carriage. He feels your head resting on his shoulder, and he simply caresses the back of your hand with his thumb.

Getting into town, he dismisses the carriage for now. No need for that. He wants you to enjoy the place. If there's something appealing to you, he'll be ready to let you have it. But in the end, he's mostly the one who wants to buy you things.

A beautiful necklace, it'd go perfectly around your neck. Gesturing you to get closer, he carefully puts it around your neck and smiles. “It looks beautiful on you.„ his voice, smooth and quiet, holds so much love. Without hesitation, he buys it for you.

You walk hands in hands, past bakeries and shops, stopping when something would be nice for you. You're definitely spoiled, and it was unexpected for you. You aren't with William for his money, and he knows it. But today, he wants to make sure you'll remember it.

By the evening, inside the carriage to get back home, he lets you rest against him. It has been a tiring day after all, yet so thrilling. But the best was to come in his eyes.

Entering the manor, the living room has been decorated especially for you, a bouquet from Fred's garden waiting as well as a freshly baked cake by Louis. And they were all here too. Well, some like Sebastian aren't so happy, but they could make that effort.

He has planned it all, and it was worth it. For that smile, those happy tears, and those laughers and happiness filling the manor for the rest of the evening.

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He has never been much of a talker. Ever since you both met, he mostly listened to you, no matter what you'd say. And he has a great memory too.

Fred is a caring man, he just stays quiet. He doesn't want to be noticed, he likes his tranquility, despite the circumstances of his current work under William. He absolutely adores the idea of being in charge of the garden, though.

He doesn't show it, but he appreciates plants and flowers. And whenever you may search him, you always find him there. He's peacefully repotting some flowers, to make sure they can grow further.

His head snaps up when you ask him if you can help. “Shouldn't you.. be with the others, celebrating your birthday..?„ he's unsure. He looks at you with suspicions, but in the end, he relents. You must have your reasons to not be celebrating it with them.

He loves spending time with you, but he doesn't want you to restrain yourself from having a good time just because he's tending to flowers.

But when he sees you, right here, with a smile as you carefully move a flower, it feels him with joy. He doesn't show his love much, he does it through small gestures like making sure there's always some of your favourite flowers in the bedroom for the scent. Or to stay with you throuhough breakfast.

It's those small gestures that makes you love him even more each day. And you just want to spend time with him, especially today.

He shyly scoots closer to you, to correct you. “You shouldn't be doing it like that.. it can hurt the roots.„ he doesn't scold you, he just tries to teach you.

Yet, he doesn't move away once done. He stays close. Until he gathered the courage to press his lips against your temple. “Happy birthday.„

It's cute, the way he quickly walks away to care for other plants. But you just thank him quietly. The day passes in a blur, and without even noticing, the moon is in the sky, and you're both still in the greenhouse.

He holds you tight against him, the garden not over yet but it's too late to keep working. And he has cut a rose to give you, making sure to also cut the thorns so you can't get hurt.

“We should head back inside, it's getting cold.„ he helps you up, until you're both home. He even helps to wash your hands, in your sleepy state.

He never thought he'd enjoy gardening with someone so much, and yet..

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/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuchi's property. do not repost, copy or translate without permission.

[irritablepoe]

My ao3 fics - Masterpost

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Bungou Stray Dogs

Multiple Chapters:

how do i say goodbye (22/?) - follows ranpoe's relationship post-canon

embrace the sound of enchantment (3/?) - royal au for ranpoe with ranpo as the prince and poe as his servant

communication methods (8/8) - stalker/yandere poe with a very willing and encouraging ranpo

Ranpoe Oneshots

i could never forget you - ranpo and poe decide to meet up, though even after waiting for an hour, ranpo doesn't show up; hurt/comfort

in the low lamp light i was free - ranpo comes home from defeating fyodor. poe takes care of him

too much at once - poe is overwhelmed at a party; ranpo takes care of him

the feverish heat of yours - omegaverse au, omega!poe and alpha!ranpo

awake on a midsummer night - poe has his obsessive moments. ranpo does too.

do you regret meeting me? - ranpo asks poe exactly that; poe shows him how much he loves him

(un)holy ghost who haunts your home - poe has a dissociative episode when he's outside with ranpo

betrayal from the beginning - poe is kidnapped by fitzgerald; ranpo saves him

meet me on the rooftop - ranpo and poe have a conversation on a rooftop while looking at a sunset

keeping an eye out (while i flirt with you) - bartender au, lots of flirting

you hold me hypnotized, i'm mesmerized - character study/inner monologue of poe

mine to possess - pre-canon poe and his brother talk about ranpo; he's at his worst here

a worthy opponent - may the better one win - pre-canon interaction of ranpoe before the mystery game

i'm sorry - hurt/comfort; self-esteem issues

dig deeper into flesh - ranpo whump

Other Oneshots:

kill me with your kindness (i'll gladly surrender) - fyolai; fyodor needs a hug

bleeding memories - mushimizo; character study

tell me you're part of me - fyodor and poe meet because of business; fyodor tries to get poe on his side

a hat a day keeps the bad thoughts away - multiple fandoms; crack fic about hats

are you getting sentimental with me now? - poe and fitzgerald; poe is at his worst when he shows up to breakfast; fitzgerald takes care of him

shared grief of broken men - fitzgerald and poe talk a bit about grief and life

courtesy visit - gone wrong (no clickbait) - poe and lovecraft go on a mission together

a ship for the two of us - bramcraft; they're enjoying a meal (a ships crew) together :3

Moriarty The Patriot

pillows to ride on in a maid dress - louis; i'll not elaborate, the title says it all

need a little help with that? - continuation of "pillows to ride on in a maid dress" with james bonde

Vicious

let this bullet pierce you - victor finally hunting eli down

torture me lightly - post-canon; victor sees hallucinations

with my last breath i think of you - victor dies and thinks of eli

Crime and Punishment

your help heals all my wounds (17/?) - post-canon events of crime and punishment; razras; dunya/sonya

affection - oneshot; razras

there will come a soldier and a poet - lotr au; poet!raskolnikov and soldier!razumikhin

Jackaby

not a word of gratitude - jackaby is alone. he'll always end up alone

don't turn away with this heavy heart of yours - abigail and jackaby talk about jackaby's emotions

Arcane

rest now - viktor is extremely sleep-deprived and faints. jayce finds him

Six Of Crows

a wild dogs last growl - kaz whump, held at gunpoint

get drunk on her absence - kaz whump, drunk

these are not all of my fics, if you want more go check out my other works. a lot of them are written for whumptober 2023, so mind the tags on them. mind the tags in general lol.

thank you for reading through this and if you decide to read them thank you as well it means a lot to me <3

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