#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

[redskull199987]

Hello🌸

Can I request an oneshot with William James Moriarty having a very romantic bath with his fem!s/o? They sip wine, chat and most of all enjoy eachother. (Sfw)

(Also reader is like, the shy type)

I really hope this made sense, and thank you very much in advance.

Bye 👋

Too Sweet

William James Moriarty x fem!reader Request

Word count:0.9k

Warnings: none at all, PURE fluff, they’re naked at some point, don���t know if that needs a warning

Summary: After all the work, the countless nights staying up, planning and scheming, you and William finally manage to spend some quality time with each other

Masterlist

You grew up in a rural area around London. You knew what hard work felt like. Or at least you thought so. That was until you met William Moriarty and his family. That was when you learned what real work felt like. What real tiredness felt like when you were staying up the third night in a row, observing those Nobles, Willaim deemed undeserving of their Title and Money.

And while you were a hundred percent hooked on William's plans, always supporting him in every way you could, You had to admit that you had never done a more exhausting job before. Not only coming up with the plans and executing them, but also having to see over and over again how cruel most nobles were, how little they cared about the People they thought were beneath them. 

“What’s on your Mind, Love?”

You blinked profoundly, before your gaze wandered up to none other than William Moriarty himself who was standing in front of you. For a few seconds, you were only able to look at him. His ash blond hair was messily hanging into his face. He had long discarded his jacket and tie, leaving him in a plain white shirt. He looked more relaxed than you had seen him in a long time.

“Just thinking about our last Mission.”, You finally answered him, slowly standing up and walking over to him,”I think if I mess up like that again, the Colonel will shoot me himself.”

William chuckled lowly, as he reached out for you, his nimble fingers embracing your waist and pulling your body against his. With a soft sigh, you leaned your head against his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut at how sweet he was with you.

“I wouldn’t let him.”, William mumbled into your ear, before pressing a short kiss to your temple,”Come on, the bath is ready.”

You smiled warmly, letting him guide you towards the bathroom. The tender smell of roses and bath soaps hit your nostrils. 

“What’s the Occasion?”, you asked with a smile, as you watched William pull out a few Towels, preparing them for later.

“I think we both deserve something nice, don’t you?”, William elaborated,”All we ever did recently was work to fulfill our plans, my plans.”

You nodded understandingly, reaching out for him and slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt. William only smiled, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. It only took you a few seconds to free him from his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulder and leaving his upper body exposed to you. 

“Beautiful”, he mumbled into your skin, his hot breath hitting your neck,”You’re so beautiful, my love.”

“My turn”, You declared after a few seconds of just admiring him. You quickly turned around, waiting for William to unzip your dress. He took his sweet time with you, running his hands up your arms and resting them on your shoulders. You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your cheeks, as he leaned in closely, pressing a few short kisses to your neck.

Finally, he unzipped your dress, pulling the heavy piece of fabric off your body, leaving you bare in front of him.

You bashfully turned back around. Not able to form a coherent sentence, you just smiled at him, before leaning up and pressing a short kiss to his cheek. Without another word, you walked over to the bathtub, stepping over the edge and slowly lowering yourself into the water. A relieved sigh escaped your lips, when your body was fully submerged under the water, only your head still sticking out.

“You gonna keep standing there?”, You chided, once you noticed William hadn’t moved, but instead chose to stare at you with a dreamy expression on his face. Seemingly breaking out of his trance, he quickly got rid of his remaining clothes, before slowly slipping into the bathtub behind you. You watched the water slosh around a bit, until you felt William's arms wrap around your waist once more, gingerly pulling your body to rest up against his.

You sighed quietly, settling your head against his shoulder once more. After a few moments of comfortable Silence, your eyes fluttered shut. It had been a long time since you felt so at peace, so at home.

A small giggle escaped your lips, when William littered short kisses all over  your neck and shoulders.

“That tickles”, You snickered, gently pushing his head away from you. But William quickly grasped your wrist, a wicked grin on his face before he started to press kisses all over your forearm.You couldn’t help but grin at his antics, until he finally let go of your hand, letting you rest against him in peace. 

You felt Williams' hand rise, tenderly brushing your hair out of your face. His soft touch almost lulled you to sleep. 

“I love you”, You heard him mumble into your hair before he pressed a short kiss to your forehead.

You finally opened your eyes again, gazing up into his scarlet eyes,”I love you too, William.”

[beneathashadytree]

Hello,How do you feel now? I Hope your get better❤️Anyway congrats for your 2k followers,you really deserve it!

I love your stories and writing so much,and for request, could you please write spicy story about Albert James Moriarty having jealous sex with reader ? You can add little fluff in the end too👉👈prompts: 47, 63,64

LET HIM WATCH - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : this is obviously very NSFW, messy sex, cumming inside, jealousy sex, implied exhibitionism, cum-eating, dom!Albert, sub!reader, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : filth smut

Word count : 1.3K words (oh shit—)

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! I’m feeling quite alright now, thank you very much. You’re really too sweet! I’m glad to be celebrating this event with all of you guys. I honestly usually write under 1K words for this event, but this request was so good that I just ran with it. I hope it’s to your liking, though I apologize for being so late!💗

Prompts : "Be quiet. We're not alone." "You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more.'" "I want to love every inch of you tonight."

Tip jar if you’d like to buy me a Ko-Fi!

Masterlist

Albert Moriarty was a risk taker, and anyone who knew him well enough was aware of that. He liked to act on his whims (which always actually were carefully-constructed plans that depended a little too much on chance) despite knowing that he might very well lose it all, and he loved nothing more than pulling the rug from underneath everyone’s feet without them realizing. He was a wicked man, through and through.

But more wicked than anything he’d done was the way he was currently fucking his sweetheart half-dumb with his back against the wall in an abandoned drawing room, the loud sounds of the party still going on in the ballroom next-door.

Their fists were bunched in his smart shirt, desperately trying to hold onto anything as his cock mercilessly drove deeper into them; deep enough for them to jolt in his arms and arch their back in such a lewd way that, paired with the sex-drunk look in their hazy eyes and their kiss-swollen lips, it almost had him cumming on the spot.

This was much more frenzied than they’d ever seen Albert try to bed them. In fact, the way he wildly snapped his hips upwards as his arms pulled them deeper into his chest and faster down his cock was almost determined to fuck the common sense out of them.

They were already far too gone; after all, under no circumstances had they ever expected to find themselves being pumped full of his cum—not once, but twice—in the room next to the one where all the nobility of the ‘Ton mingled and chattered.

But how could they focus on anything else, when every vein and every ridge of him dragged against their walls so deliciously? How could they form a coherent thought, when his swollen tip abused that one spot that drove them mad with lust and had them writhing in his arms and crying his name like a wanton whore?

“Albert! F-fuck, slow down—!”

He clicked his tongue in mocking disapproval, an almost-condescending smile on his perfect face as he saw how their actions contradicted their words. They were pushing back to meet every single one of his thrusts, eager for the pornographic squelching that came with the meeting of skin against skin and his cock into their sopping hole.

“You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more,’” he chuckled. His hands had a mind of their own at this point. One had sought purchase in their thigh, fingers digging deep enough to leave bruises that had them squirming delightfully in their seat for days afterwards, while the other had reached up to pinch at their hardened nipples through their fancy clothes. “And I need to fuck you well enough to leave a mark inside you. After all, no one can do this but me, hm?”

A strangled moan left their mouth as he drove in particularly deep to punctuate the point he was trying to make.

“Your words, sweetheart.”

“Oh, God, yes. Sir, yes, sir. Only you, sir.”

With a tug at their thick locks, he smashed their mouths together, hungrily kissing them as if they would die if they weren’t connected in every single way possible. Teeth gnashed and tugged, and tongues tasted and sucked, so messily that he could swear he could see them drooling a little past the corner of their mouth.

Breathily, after pulling away for a moment, he asked, “Not even Lord Harrington?” What they could muster was only a small sound of dazed confusion, to which he tugged at their hair again and forced them to meet his burning emerald gaze. “He seemed awfully friendly with you earlier. Going on and on about his lands and perks, I presume?”

“N-no! Albert, I would never—“

“It isn’t a matter of whether or not you would, darling. Of course you wouldn’t,” he chuckled half-heartedly, though there was anything but mirth in his voice. He slammed up into them, his pace growing unforgiving, and causing them to twist and whine out another plea. “After all, he wouldn’t be able to ruin you like this. I always knew you liked it rough. I wonder, what he would say if he saw you like this, full of my cock and begging for it harder?”

In a rather ironic twist of fate, the door handle of the drawing room was being twisted open at that moment, and Albert barely had a few seconds to pull the both of them behind the curtains and press them up against the window. Footsteps resounded in the room, and he could hear the sigh of what could only be Lord Harrington himself sitting in an armchair and pulling out a cigarette in the furthest corner of the room.

Albert’s cruel smirk showed just how delighted he was at this turn of events. Before they could even register what was happening, he began pounding into them again, earning a surprised keen of pleasure, before he clamped his hand over their drooling mouth.

“Be quiet,” he hissed into their ear, “We're not alone. Or do you want Lord Harrington to see you all fucked out and desperate for my cum?” When he felt them clenching around him at his words, a jolt of surprise and arousal ran through him. “Oh? Looks like you do want that. Want him to see your pathetic little hole stretched around me? I could arrange that, darling. Just say the word.”

A pinch to their aching nipple, and then a tap to their thigh urged them to push harder against him and take him in deeper. Impossibly fast and ruthless, Albert paid little mind to the fact that Lord Harrington was smoking a mere few meters away from them and could very easily hear them, if not see them altogether. After all, it seemed like his naughty sweetheart had taken a liking to the idea of getting caught.

With a practiced hand, he reached down to teasingly touch them right where they liked it, mixing that with his firm grip. His other hand muffling their breathy gasps and shameless moans, it didn’t take long for him to feel their muscles spasming around him, their orgasm coming crashing into them. That delicious feeling alone coaxed his throbbing length to spill inside their warm walls, and he cursed under his breath at the sight of his cum spilling from where they were joined so messily, and down their flushed and bruised thighs.

In a daring display of lewdness that almost stunned him, they scooped his release from between their thighs as he pulled out of them with a low hiss, and stuck their fingers into their mouth. A satisfied hum, and they were licking every drop off their wet fingers. That sight alone kindled yet another raging fire inside of him; one that couldn’t be satisfied with a mere quick fuck behind the curtains.

“Just so you know,” they shakily whispered, clinging onto his lapels as they still seemed a little exhausted from their passionate craze, “It’s not his presence that makes the difference. It’s the thought of you showing us—me, off. That’s all, really.”

Albert could only swallow thickly, as he felt his heart thud in his chest. He barely registered the fact that Lord Harrington’s footsteps had taken him out of the room and closed the door behind him. All he could think of at the moment was that he couldn’t think of a more perfect person to have fallen so irrevocably in love with.

With a gentleness that had been absent from his fit of jealousy, he began to readjust their rumpled and half-strewn clothes. Clasping their sticky hands in his, he pulled them in closer for a tender, almost-laughably-chaste kiss to their soft lips.

“Let’s go outside and bid everyone our farewells. We can make it back home before ten.” He glanced at his watch for confirmation, then nodded. Brushing back their hair, he met their eyes, no less sensual, but all the more fond. “I want to love every inch of you tonight.”

Taglist : @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @whitecelluyu @wifeofkyojuro

[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.

[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

[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😫😭🙏

[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]

Info <3

♡ vian/vro ♡ 18 ♡ multifandom ♡ requests: OPEN :33  ♡they/them ♡bisexual

What I write:

♡ Headcanons

♡ Oneshots

♡ Drabbles

♡ Short Fanfics

Fandoms I write for:

♡ Haikyuu!

♡ BSD (anime only)

♡ Trigun Stampede

♡ Danganronpa (All games, animes)

♡ Genshin Impact

♡ Vanitas no Carte

♡Ace Attorney (only the first two games of the trilogy)

♡ Blue lock (anime only)

♡ Wayhaven

♡ Honkai Star rail

♡Moriarty the patriot

♡ Ouran High School Host Club

♡ Obey me!

Rules:

♡If I can’t write it, I probably won’t

♡ Both SFW and NSFW (more to that later)

♡ Be clear when requesting: genre, length, etc

♡ When writing NSFW or heavy topics (such as depression, mental illness etc): I will be ignoring topics I cannot handle. I can’t name specific things I am unable to write, because it depends on my current state of mind 

♡ But I 100˘% won’t be writing: Nsfw with underaged characters,pedophilia, rape

♡ I think that’s all :3 Hope we’ll get along well! <3 

♡ DO NOT REPOST MY WORK, ON ANY OTHER PLATFORMS

[cozywriter]

🥮 ~ Cozy Corner’s Grand Menu ~ 🥮

🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮🧋🥮 You were walking down the cobblestone pathway of your town, adjusting the strap of your bag as the hustle and bustle of the street puts you on edge. Sure, there were the everyday pickpockets and thieves, but you couldn’t be too careful nowadays. Every street you turned down, it seemed to get busier and busier, which meant more people. And more people meant the increasing inevitability of trouble. Not wanting to get swept up by the crowd — or worse, stuck in it — you quickly spotted a little café. It was tucked away in its own little corner along the road and from the looks of it, no one else was in there. Deciding to wait for the masses to pass before making your way back home, you quickly made your way through what little space the people left for others to pass by and started shuffling hurriedly towards the café’s doors.

Upon entering its threshold, a soft chime rang through the empty establishment. The scent of fresh bread and coffee wafting through the air. You look around and quickly realize no one is here. Not one customer, barista or baker in sight. You step further into the shop, only to realize you don’t hear the busy clamor of the outside world. No honking cars, no muffled speech from passersby behind the door. Not even shadows crossing the color tainted glass windows. You decide to book it before some psycho pops out from behind the counter, but just as you turn on your heels to run for the door, all you see is white.

In a panic, you stumble backwards, only for the next thing you see to be the mahogany ceiling, a stinging pain making from your bum making itself known. Groaning softly, you sit up, trying to rub the pain away, cussing out some choice words. Slowly rising to your feet, you’re met with a small circular coffee table that seats one, your bag already propped on top of it and leaning against the dirty green walls. Utterly confused and a tad perturbed, you whip your head around, still finding the cafe empty. Hesitantly, you look back and blink twice as you find a leather bound menu, conveniently placed so that the establishment’s brand faces you. 

Figuring that one peak couldn’t hurt, you hesitantly sit down on the wooden stool that had been previously pushed in before opening the menu, reading it over…

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🥮 ~ Legend ~ 🥮

🎂Made to Order = Commissioned Requests

🍡Manager’s Pick = Self Commissioned 

🍓Spicy = Smut

🍨Sweet = Fluff

🍹Strong = Angst

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🥮 ~ Appetizers and Soups ~ 🥮

Green Tea Ochazuke (Bungo Stray Dogs) Ciorba de Burta (Castlevania) Beef Wantons (Lego Monkie Kid)

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🥮 ~ Main Dishes ~ 🥮 Moussaka (EPIC: The Musical)  Fish and Chips (Moriarty the Patriot) Boeuf Bourguignon (The Case Study of Vanitas) Traditional Pepperoni Pizza (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) Deep Fried Arctic Char (Fate/Grand Order)

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🥮 ~ Drinks ~ 🥮

Matcha and Cherry Fizzy Soda (Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign) Bloody Mary Cocktail (Blood Blockade Battlefront) Red Mystic Liquor (Bastard Warrior)

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🥮 ~ Desserts ~ 🥮

Jelly filled Donuts (Trigun: Stampede) Manju (PROGENITOR on YT) Dark Chocolate Pie (Bastards VS Zombies)

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🥮 ~ Manager’s Notes ~ 🥮

~ The Staff have the right to turn down any dish if it makes them uncomfortable to make.  ~ Kindly keep any and all orders relating to politics and religion out of this establishment. This is meant to be a safe space you can unwind and have fun. ~ Other than that, please enjoy your meal!

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Although the cafe’s food choices were… random, at least they had variety, right…? I guess now, all that’s left to do is place an order…

[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:

[yuujis-sunshine]

𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄! 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 1𝐒𝐓-14𝐓𝐇, 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐒𝐃, 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊, 𝐌𝐇𝐀, 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇, 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍, 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐, 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅/𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅/𝑬𝑻𝑪. [𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬 𝑿 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬! 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶𝑶, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔!]

𝑫𝒂𝒚 1 - 𝑴𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆

𝑫𝒂𝒚 2 - 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒀𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆?

𝑫𝒂𝒚 3 - 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑫𝒂𝒚 4 - 𝑴𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝑭𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒓

𝑫𝒂𝒚 5 - 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝑫. 𝑳𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒚 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

𝑫𝒂𝒚 6 - 𝑰𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎

𝑫𝒂𝒚 7 - 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚!

𝑫𝒂𝒚 8 - 𝑰𝒛𝒖𝒌𝒖 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝑫𝒂𝒚 9 - 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐 𝑬𝒅𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝑫𝒂𝒚 10 - 𝑹𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑼𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝑫𝒂𝒚 11 - 𝑨𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝑵𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑫𝒂𝒚 12 - 𝑯𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆

𝑫𝒂𝒚 13 - 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝑵𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 [𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯 𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑳 𝑨𝑼!]: 𝑭𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑫𝒂𝒚 14 - 𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕! 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒚𝒖 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒂𝒅

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑲𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑺𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔. 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑨𝒀. [𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 100 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒐𝒐!]

[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. 

[redskull199987]

Can I request William James Moriarty x reader making out and reader was so loud that everyone heard them so when they got down Moran and Bond were teasing reader and she is so emotional so she started crying and ran from room and Louis, William, Albert and Jack wanted to kill these two but they went straight to apologize to reader

The right Decision

William James Moriarty x female!reader Request

Word count:1.2k

Warnings:making out, emotional reader

Summary: You and William were supposed to join the others for tea but you have other plans..

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A few weeks ago, I wouldn't even have dared to think about what was happening right now. A few weeks ago, William was nothing more than a close friend, just like the rest of his family. But now, it was different. Since I confessed my love to him, he never seemed to be more than ten meters away from me. To be honest, I was surprised that he even wanted to persue a relationship with me, considering the plans he had. 

But he did nevertheless.

And that's exactly how we ended up here. Huddled up in William's bedroom, with his hands all over my body, while we were actually supposed to join the others downstairs for tea. I could smell the sweet scent of Louis'selfmade green tea all the way up to where we were sitting on William's bed.

"Will?", I mumbled, as he softly kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear.

"Will, we should join the others", I tried to reason with him, but William only whined and raised his head to look at me.

"Five more minutes", he whispered and softly caressed my cheek with his tender fingers.

"This is so unlike you, Will", I mumbled, while he pulled me into his lap.

"It's because you make me feel a whole new emotion", He mumbled, his crimson eyes fixated on mine.

I felt a blush creep up at my neck. William was so different now. While he was already caring and friendly before, he now seemed like he wanted to protect me at all costs. His soft touches telling me that he would never dare to let anything happen to me. 

"Is it Love that you feel?", I asked, as his hands started to push up my skirt, his palms resting on my thighs while I pulled his face back to mine.

"That and so much more", he confessed. A sigh escaped me, as he pressed his lips against mine in a tender, yet passionate kiss. I felt how he pulled me impossibly closer. And it almost felt like this moment could last forever, like he wouldn't die in a few months. It felt like he would throw all that away and just stay with me forever. 

But I knew that he would never do that. He had worked his entire life for this and he wouldn't give it up for me.

"I know, what you are thinking about, my love", William said, as we parted,"You are thinking about my death, aren't you"

I only nodded. I knew lying to him was worthless. I watched as a soft smile appeared on his face.

"You know", he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on my forehead,"If I would've met you earlier, I might've stopped persuing my goal"

My eyes widened upon hearing his words:"Really?!"

He only nodded:"I would've made sure that protecting you is the only Goal I have"

"Oh, Will", I sighed pulling him back towards my lips. I knew that this meant much more than just saying 'I love you'.

And now as he kissed me so passionately and touched me so gently, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. And as moan after moan escaped my lips, I knew that I wanted nothing more that for him to live. But I knew that I couldn't change his mind. I would try anyways though...

"Look, who finally made it to tea", I heard Moran say, as William and me finally made our way downstairs to the others. I could see that him and Albert were playing a game of chess. Albert was about to win though. 

"Sorry, that we're late", William smiled and took my hand, pulling me into his side,"We were just enyjoying some time alone together."

"Of course you were", Bond smiled, a cup of tea still in his hand, as he sat down between Louis and Fred on the sofa.

I already felt my cheeks blush, as William guided me into the room. Suddenly everything felt so wrong. I almost regretted giving in to William's request to stay in his room a little while longer. The only thing grounding me right now, was his firm grip around my waist.

"Y/N, tell me how is William doing as your lover so far. He almost seems to innocent for a parter", Moran grinned, his dark eyes fixated on mine. Usually, his flirty behavior didn't bother me but right now it all seemed too overhelming.

"We're doing fine, Colonel", William smiled politely, as he took a step forward to reach for the two ramaining cups on the table.

"Oh, we could certainly hear that", Moran grinned and mindlessly moved a chess piece in front of him.

And that little comment was enough. I didn't know what had gotten into me, but my shoulders slumbed and I felt tears burning in my eyes.

"Excuse me", I mubled, before quickly making my way back upstairs. I didn't want them to see my like this. So vulnarable. It was enough, if William had to see this side of me.

I quickly made my way back into William's room. I threw the door shut behind me and immediately  retreated onto his balcony. As the fresh air hit my face and the soft rays of the afternoon sun hit my face, I could already feel myself calm down again. Today was probably just an emotional day. With William's confession earlier, I felt alll over the place.

A quiet,"God damn it", left my lips as I cursed the fact that I couldn't control my feelings at times like these. Especially because I wasn't the only one who felt like this. With the great finale of William's plan coming closer and closer, every single one of us was on edge. And I had to be the one who needed taking care of again, as always. That thought almost made me want to cry again and I fiercely gripped the balustrade of the balcony.

"My love?"

My eyes widened, as I heard William's voice behind me. I turned around and saw him standing in the middle of his room. The rest of the group seemingly wanted to hide behind his frame.

"I'm sorry, Y/N", Moran said and immediately made his way over to me. He looked at me ashamed and took my hand, falling to his knees,"I know it's not easy for you. I shouldn't have said, what I said."

"Its fine, Moran", I assured him and moitioned for him to stand up again. What he didn't expect was, that I pulled him into a firm hug.

"We're all on edge, so no worries", I explained and looked at the others with a smile,"I trust William and I know his plan will work out. For all of us."

"Thank you, my beloved",William said and bowed slightly. The others followed his example.

"Now come on", I said, striding towards him and taking his hand,"Let's drink a cup of tea, before it gets dark outside"

"It would be my pleasure", Will smiled.

Together with the others, we walked back to the living room and I couldn't say that I regretted it, because I got to see Moran despair in a game of chess against William. So, in the end, I knew that pursuing this relationship was the right decision.

[beneathashadytree]

Hello there! I would like to request prompt 43 with William James Moriarty from Moriarty the Patriot and the reader is the one saying it to him. As for me I'd like it to be a bit suggestive if that's okay with you 🫠

ALL MARKED-UP - WILLIAM MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : nothing NSFW but somewhat suggestive, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : a little spicy fluff I think

Word count : 0.8K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! Interestingly enough, as soon as I saw the prompt, I felt like it had to be the reader saying it, so kudos to you for choosing your request so perfectly! I had fun with this, and I hope you like it!💗

Prompt : “If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too.”

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“Oh dear. You look rather upset.” William’s chuckle came from the doorway, where he was leaning as he watched them huff and puff in frustration.

With a glance of annoyance, they rolled their eyes and went back to fidgeting with the collar of their shirt. “No thanks to you, of course. The marks you left are conspicuous, to say the least.”

“We were in a rush,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “And you know I tend to get… enthusiastic when you drag me into abandoned rooms in the middle of balls.”

“That was yesterday evening. It’s been a whole twenty four hours,” they groaned, releasing the collar of their top as they realized that there was no use in trying to hide it with just their clothes. “I thought it would be gone by now.”

“I’m sorry, my dear.” William walked up to them, looking anything but sorry as he stared into the mirror. “On the bright side, I suppose no one’s going to have any doubts anymore as to whether or not our marriage is a happy one?”

“Don’t remind me,” they grumbled, feeling their indignation rise once again at his words. Their fumbling in their drawers grew messier as their agitation increased. “The nerve of him! Lord Byron’s certainly got no limits to his rudeness. And the Viscount! He thinks that his own shoddy marriage is enough of a reason to project on everyone else’s.”

Their husband hummed. “I think I heard someone last night, mentioning that his son’s legitimacy was in question.” A mischievous glint twinkled in his eye through the mirror, as he watched them finally pull out their makeup kit and set out to try and cover the blooming red and purple marks on their neck and collarbone. “If someone somehow manages to slip that he bears an uncanny resemblance to his wife’s stableboy up in her estate, then that would be entirely coincidental, would it not?”

Pausing in their ministrations with their powder puff mid-air, they turned to look at him with a look that was a mix of horror and awe. “You truly are something else, Liam. I’d hate to get on your bad side.”

With a smile they could never resist, he rested his hand on their waist, leaning in to press a soft kiss to their forehead, before whispering, “After last night, you should know precisely which side is my favorite.”

His seductive tone didn’t slip past them unnoticed, and they could feel their throat getting drier at the implications of his words, and the memories they brought back. With shaky hands, they tried to finish applying the makeup as best as they could, in a vain attempt to hide their lovebites.

Of course, ever-perceptive William would notice their trembling, if the laugh that left him was any indication. “Is there anything I can do now? Though it does wound me so to see you trying to disguise them, I understand why the nobility seeing them would upset you.”

A thoughtful look crossed their face, before they turned in his arms to face him properly. “I might have an idea to scandalize them even more.”

He arched his eyebrow at that. “Oh?”

Their eyes now held the sort of glimmer that always appeared whenever they made love between the sheets until the break of dawn and until they grew delirious with pleasure, or whenever they escaped for a passionate, whirlwind of a tryst with him down the hallways of some nobleman’s mansion. It was a look he’d never get tired of; a look that spoke volumes of how much they’d always want him.

Looking as tempting as ever, they smiled wickedly as they leaned in close enough to smell his cologne. Deft fingers found his own pale neck, teasingly stroking the skin and watching as it pebbled at their touch. “If you give me a hickey, I'll have to give you one too, don’t you think?” Daringly, their teeth nipped at a particular spot underneath his jaw that always had him swallowing thickly. “Or ten.”

“Well,” William managed to say after a few beats of stunned silence, somehow managing to sound somewhat well-composed, though some other body parts proved otherwise. “I can quickly think of ten places for them. Do be quick though, darling. We wouldn’t want them to think we’re improper, would we?”

“Oh no, certainly not,” they chuckled, moving back to fall against the bed behind them and pulling him to them by the belt loops. “The hosts themselves can’t be too late, I suppose.” Toying with the button of his pants, they could hear his breath hitching. “You’ll have to forgive me for being a bit rough with you then, if we want to greet the guests on time.”

“Have me as you wish,” he mumbled, before tumbling back onto the bed with his ever-so-tempting spouse in a flurry of eager limbs and unabashed desire.

Taglist : @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @thispersoniscrazy @wifeofkyojuro

[icedmetaltea]

Are you planning on writing another Mer May fic with the DCA? I adore the fics you wrote last year for it and was curious :)

Workin on it

[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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