#Moriarty the patriot Sherlock

[kanroji-san]

This is most popular scene

But with Y/n

:) Happy New Year Everyone!!!

[ssessame]

Redrew this old banger with three years worth of art improvement, oof. Three years and they’re still my favourite ship of all time. Don’t even mention them near me, I will go rabid.

Original:

[married-to-google-translater]

Sherlock Holmes fluffy headcanon

Sherlock wouldn't be so good with affection.

You would be the first person he would want to show this side to.

Usually Sherlock would hug you when he was stressed or when he was looking for an answer to a riddle.

This would calm him down and help him think.

Sometimes you could sit on his lap while he tried to solve the mystery.

PDA would not have been approved during that time.

Sherlock would not be the PDA type.

Or he would put his hand on your shoulder.

Except maybe when his brother was around.

They would love to rub Mycroft in the face so he could have you.

Sherlock kisses would be teasing.

He would love to see your reactions.

Sherlock would be a big spoon.

When he feels like going to sleep.

Which is not very often.

Sherlock would love verbal love.

Nicknames would be a thing with you.

[thefanofnanbaka]

THIS IS THE CUTEST THINGS IVE SEEN 😭

This post had seriously made my day. Like, William is sooo cute ?!?!! 🤧🌈 Imagine Sherlock hugging him in that pajamas 🥲 (btw, I REALLY want those key rings and pins 😭 theyre all so cute 🤧)

[winter1234lo]

Two versions

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[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Sherlock Holmes (6th January)

Moriarty The Patriot

[fancyfeathers]

No not you with a case of writer’s block!!

Maybe you have already done it and if so I apologize but did you not once suggest that Sherlock could have feelings for author darling?

Wouldn’t it be nice if for once a darling could manage to truly run away and evade William for good… with Sherlock?! And of course rub it in his face every once in a while with a clue that only William would get… but he is always too late…. And author and Sherlock are just doing great wherever they are.

I did and honestly I wish I wrote more on it because they are one of my favorite duos

Like in the full I made about an author darling I add this one line and it’s one of my favorite lines I have ever written…

“…then not to mention I have to worry about a detective, who may or not be the love of my life of the bane of my existence but I may just be thinking that because I am going mad…”

I wrote this when she was rambling but it is true, she does have feelings for the famous detective but is in to much distress to properly process them.

But omg just imagine Sherlock and her faking their disappearance and just leaving England and traveling, Sherlock doing his cases all over and her writing her novels with all this new inspiration. Also need I remind you that this little author is filthy rich and now that she has someone to spend her fortune on she definitely spoils him, sugar mommy™️. The locations her books take place are the only clue William gets into her location but by the time they are published they are already long gone.

Mycroft, Miss Hudson, and John are probably the only ones who know where they are and Mycroft is definitely worried for the both of them but still happy, even though he’ll never show it, that his little brother found happiness with such an intelligent woman who has managed to keep him grounded, Miss Hudson and John feel very similarly to Mycroft, plus a little thankful to her due to the checks she sends, covering Sherlock’s part of the rent and then some every month.

But I just have a really cute visual of them cuddling on the hotel couch, sharing a cigarette, and taking about his latest case of the draft of her next novel.

“Hm do you think it was strangulation or suffocation?”

“Strangulation most definitely but I will revisit the body tomorrow.”

The thing is the conversation could go either way.

[sinbeaux]

[yandere-wishes]

What my Grammerly looks like rn🤣😅🤣😅

I may be a tiny bit obsessed w/ the Moriarty boys.

[fairy-writes]

Sherlock and “ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “ from settling dust prompt? 👀

SO I’m assuming this is Moriarty the Patriot Sherlock? If not, then I am so terribly sorry!

How had everything gone so terribly wrong? 

For all his seemingly infinite wisdom, Sherlock hadn’t the faintest idea. 

It was supposed to be easy. Get in, get the incriminating information for his case, and get out.

He hadn’t expected them to blow up the whole damn building.

And he especially didn’t expect you to be caught in it. 

You were special to him���his best friend, even closer than Watson, and his closest confidant. You two had never put a label on your relationship. You weren’t really a couple. You weren’t friends with benefits. But you did everything those two labels did. You kissed him when he left on cases that took him out of the country. He crawled into your bed at night when he couldn’t sleep and listened to your heartbeat. 

Which is probably why it hurt so much to see you blown to bits. 

Somehow, you survived and were coherent. Sherlock shouted your name, skidded to his knees, and cradled you in his arms. Shrapnel had shredded your torso, and burns covered your entire body. 

“Sherlock, you have to run. They know we’re here, and they’re coming!” You try, but he shushes you,

“You know I’m not leavin’ ya, sweetheart.” He says and catches your hand as you try and touch his cheek. He cradles it to his face, and you smile. His heart stutters, and not in a good way. 

He knows you’re about to die. 

“Look at me….” You whisper, and he does, taking in your bloodied form, torn trousers and all. You’re even wearing his shirt tucked into your pants like you always do. “I’m not gonna make it. It’s okay. I’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here.” You pull him down so you can whisper in his ear when your voice gives out. “You’ve got a good long life ahead of you. And you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. So you get out of here, and you go live that life. Live it for both of us. Will you promise me you’ll do that?”

Sherlock nods, leaning down to kiss your cooling lips. 

“I promise.”

You smile one last time and then shut your eyes. 

Send me an Ask!

[rachi-roo]

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Moriarty The Patriot: Escape Artist

I'm back on the Sherlussy train XD Them hands 🫣 Whilst I do ship them, I wrote this with them being platonic buddies. Maybe something spicier will come? 👀

Summary: Sherlock and William are discussing the detective's lock picking skills, specifically his ability to escape handcuffs. William hatches a little scheme to make sure Sherlock can work under stressful circumstances.

Lee!Sherlock, Ler!William

Tw: Light restraints

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"Done~" The black-haired detective chimed as a set of handcuffs dropped to the carpet after he had so skillfully removed them using only a hairpin and his half sober mind.

"I am impressed. Is there nothing that can hold the great Sherlock Holmes captive?" His counterpart, William Moriarty chuckled from his seat on the sofa, across the coffee table.

The two had enjoyed a couple of drinks together and found themselves back at the Moriarty Estate after discussing the fact Sherlock can wriggle his way out of any bonds, and how no lock is un-pickable.

"Well, this particular lock is such a simple design, child's-play really." Sherlock smiled, biting the hairpin, he had used to pick the lock, between his teeth as he picked up the handcuffs, looking at the keyhole with a chuckle.

William hummed in thought, tapping his cheek with a finger. "Perhaps having your hands restrained behind you would prove to be more challenging?"

"Pff. Hardly." The other scoffed, rolling the hairpin between his lips. "I'm sure it's just as easy." He smiled, blinking a few times as William stood and walked to his side, holding a hand out for Sherlock to hand him the cuffs.

"Let's put it to the test, shall we? I must see this for myself if I'm to believe it." He grinned, enjoying their silly little game. Sherlock returned the smirk, placing the cuffs in William's hand and turning his back to him on the sofa, allowing his friend to secure his arms behind his back.

"There we go, when you're ready, Sherlock."

"I'm telling you," Sherlock started, moving the hairpin from his lips to his shoulder, nudging it off into his open palm with ease. "It's all about visualization and feeling the give of the lock bars. You don't have to see what you're doing as long as you understand how everything works." He explained, maneuvering the pin into his fingers, feeling for the keyhole as he narrowed his eyes slightly.

William watched Sherlock's hands closely, it was impressive how he could do such a thing without looking, however, it was also disappointing to not get to see him struggle in the slightest. Then an idea worked its way into 'Liam's mind.

"And... What if you are trying to do this under stressful or even dangerous circumstances? Are you still able to concentrate as easily?" He asked, casually sitting on the arm of the sofa beside the still bound detective, a devious little smirk on his cheeks.

"Well, being realistic, I'd try to remove myself from the situation first and-"

"And what if you can't?"

"I'd figure something else out. Honestly, William do you believe that I of all people wouldn't be-eeeheheee!" A trill of giggles interrupted the man as he felt a pressure on his lower back that quickly fwipped upwards in one smooth stroke, making him arch away from the sensation.

"Oi!" He turned his head to glare at William, forgetting about escaping the cuffs for a moment. "Don't start that rubbish."

"Rubbish? What on earth do you mean?" The blonde smiled in response, shrugging as he casually started poking at Sherlock's side. "I'm only trying to make sure my friend is capable of taking care of himself. You need to prove to me that you can escape from more dire situations or I shan't sleep a wink just worrying about you."

Sherlock sniggered and flinched at each poke, fumbling for the hairpin as the ticklish shocks made him giddy. "I-I doubt anyohone would do thihis to me, Liam. Probably goho for something a little mohore violent- AH!" He yelped as William gave his ribs a squeeze, chuckling at his reaction.

"Violent you say?" He leaned in close, wearing his signature Lord of Crime smile as he snuck his hands under Sherlock's arms from behind. "I can do violent."

"Don't you dare, Liam-! Aha!" Sherlock was suddenly attacked with vigorous tickles, his ribs being the first victim. "Nohoho! L-Lihiam!" The dark-haired man slumped back into the sofa, trying to block William's tickling fingers as they squeezed and poked each rib, his arms still trapped behind his back by the cuffs.

"Come now, Sherlock. You're supposed to be making a great escape. If you cannot do it whilst being tickled, how will you fair against a beating or worse?" William chuckled, moving his attack downwards, pinching at Sherlock's defined hip bones.

"AHAHA! No! Liaham! Liam wait-!" He bucked instinctively, his head flung over the back of the sofa as his shoes scuffed up the rug beneath the coffee table. He was a very gangly man after all.

"S-Stop thihis! You bastahahard! Nahahahaaaa!"

"Well, you are a foul-mouthed bull calf aren't you?" William chuckled, he knew there was no severity behind the name-calling. It was very amusing though.

"Gehet off! Hahahaha! Ohohoff! I swehear I'm g-AHAHA!" Sherlock flopped onto his side, pressing his shoe against William's chest to keep him away for a moment as he fumbled with the hairpin. "C'mon, stupid bleddy cuffs-! Wait!"

William stood over him, one leg on the floor and the other straddling Sherlock's waist to avoid being bucked off.

"Better get those off quick, Mr. Holmes, a real crook wouldn't stop their attack, so I shan't either." He chuckled, shaking his hands into Sherlock's vulnerable tummy, earning a loud bout of hearty giggling.

"Nohoho! Ehehe! L-Lihihiam!" He shook his head against the sofa cushions, causing his hair to come loose from it's tie, poofing up in messy tangles as he struggled.

"Damn ihit!"

"Having a little trouble, are we?" The tickles moved back up, squeezing Sherlock's ribs again.

"LiHIHI-! AHAHAHA!" The ticklish sensation turned his usually fine-tuned brain to mush. He couldn't think straight, let alone focus on getting those damn handcuffs off his wrists. It was maddening, in a fun way. Being truly trapped for once.

His legs flailed helplessly as he lay on his back, dropping the hairpin between the sofa cushions as he writhed uncontrollably.

"Stahahap! I cahan't! I can't do it! PLEHEHEASE!" He howled, cheeks heating up as he admitted to his embarrassing defeat.

"My, my, Sherlock. This isn't like you at all." William teased, smiling down at his friend, enjoying the sound of his hearty laughter that brought a smile to his face. He sighed playfully.

"I had such high hopes too, but you're nothing more than another let down~" He chuckled, tugging Sherlock's shirt upwards, exposing his bare skin.

"Wait! Liaham please, I-I dropped the p-IHIHI! NOOO! I lohohost the pihihihin! AAAHAHAHA!" The detective descended into hysterics again as William snuck his hands up his shirt, digging directly into his ribs with cruel precision.

William knew Sherlock was well stuck and he wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. "Hah, must you be so loud, old friend? What if you disturb one of my brothers? They would surely be cross with you." He slid his hands further up, wriggling into his underarms.

Sherlock sharply inhaled as his worst spot was attacked. "NAHAHAHAHAAAA! *snort* Stahahap! PLEHEheheaaaa-!" He twisted his torso, bunching his shoulders in an attempt to protect himself from the relentless attack.

"Oho! Was that a snort, Sherlock?"

"NO! Noho! I-I dohon't snAHAHAHA-! *snort* OH GAHAHAD!" His thick hair became knotted and damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead as he laughed carefreely, streams of mirthful tears trickling down his cheeks.

"That was a snort. Without a doubt, Sherlock. You can't lie to me~" William beamed, he found the sound amusing, a hand dipping to squeeze Sherlock's hip.

"Okay! Okahahay! I Snohorted! YAHAHA! I-I yeheild! I- AHAH! Plehehease!" His eyes scrunched shut as he snorted yet again, his breathing becoming a little wheezy. Time to stop.

William chuckled, climbing off of the giggling heap of a man. He helped Sherlock sit up, petting his hair playfully, before taking the key for the cuffs from his pocket, freeing him from his prison.

"Hah.... Bleddy hell.... William...." Sherlock panted, massaging his wrists before dragging a hand through his hair, pulling it from his face.

"My apologies. You just have such a wonderful laugh, I couldn't help myself." William smiled, pouring Sherlock a glass of water, handing it too him and sitting by his side. "Did I go too far?"

"Hah... Nonsense. It would take more than that to ruin me." Sherlock chuckled, leaning back on the sofa, giving William a threatening grin. He held up a hand, showing five fingers.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One-

[kanroji-san]

Kidnapper: I have your partner!

William: What? But we don't have a partner

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Sherlock: *who is already running towards exist* Oh shit, they have Y/n!

[justpendule]

Excuse me, mummy? Sorry, mummy? Sorry, mummy ? Sor-

[detectivejay]

Time for a new poll! I'm curious to see the spread of answers on this one (and hear any other series not on the list.) Tried to go for a range of older and newer series on here, more on the older end of the spectrum, but I can't cover everything with the limited poll options here, so I hope you'll share your answers! :)

Please reblog for a larger sample size, thank you!

[thefanofnanbaka]

We love 221B resident ✨️ [its all official art]

Sherlock with a bun ?!?!?

Miss Hudson is so pretty 😚 [we'll not talk about Sherlock Lmao 🤣]

Nah I love their friendship so much ✨️👌

[ultopias]

Sherlock rating places Liam fell asleep at

(we don't know the specifics about liam, but when i see people who have similar condition, it seems like they sometimes know when they're about to pass out, in which case they'll quickly position themselves accordingly to avoid getting hurt when they eventually lose consciousness and fall (like leaning on something, or sitting down) so i assume liam would also do the same. he also already kinda did this in that in chapter 24. i Think!)

also i doubt there are people who haven't seen this before, but just in case: i was largely inspired by this, drawn by the ma'am herself. if you have twitter please interact with her original post here. thank you for reading!