#SHERLY BELOVED !!!!!
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Mysteries are there to be solved! It'd spoil all the fun if someone were to give me the answer, you fool!
happy birthday sherlock ~
#SHERLY BELOVED !!!!!#happy sherlock day !!!#i love him i miss him i love him#i'm so happy the manga is back and we get to see him again <3#moriarty the patriot#yuukoku no moriarty#yuumori#ynm#sherlock#sherlock holmes#ynmedit#anisource#fyanimegifs#animangaboys#bluee
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NEEEED YOUR HCS ON BEAST SOUHEKI IMMEDIATELY THEY MAKE ME SO MISERABLE /pos (Sorry I've been trying to write a fic of them for Ages and now they're taking over my brain I hope you don't mind </3)
AAAA IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE SWEET ANON!!
(these hcs are sorta ooc since I also had a whole AU in mind)
How they met: Yknow how Beast! Dazai has knowledge of the OG universe? Yeah, so does Beast! Ranpo because why wouldn't he, he knows everything after all!! So, no one knows who the PM boss is but the ADA wants to send someone in for a meeting to gather information, and who better to send than their genius?
B! Dazai is a real flirty guy, just like his OG self, but obviously our beloved detective falls for none of that:
B! Dazai: oh what an adorable guy they sent! B! Ranpo: *ignores him.* B! Dazai: got a name pretty boy? B! Ranpo: Ranpo Edogawa. B! Dazai: I'll call ya Sherly, since you're like Sherlock Holmes!! B! Ranpo: (omg why did I agree to this...)
Eventually, B! Ranpo reveals he knows about the OG universe and his tampering with the Book to the let Oda live, instead of being angry that his plan was ruined he... was relieved? Of course B! Ranpo knew why, he was glad he didn't have to shoulder this burden alone: more flirting continued and, the detective bit back out of annoyance and pure interest: not only did this make the PM boss a flustered mess, but he also pleaded for him to visit as often as he could.
Curiousity got the best of the detective and, he went.
Lots of "B! Ranpo just reading while B! Dazai glances over his shoulder" kinda thing.
B! Ranpo is really physically affectionate while B! Dazai is very deprived of it, once the detective saw his reaction, hugs and ruffling hair became a regular.
Feelings began to stir up but no one admitted anything.
Until B! Dazai asked him out, while drinking tea.
Normal date?? NOPE! They set fire to a rich guy's mansion and ran on the rooftops like robin hood.
Rumor has it they kissed!
The rest is up to you dear:)
(I AM SORRY FOR THE ASK GLITCH I EDITED THIS)
#Beast! Souheki#Souheki#Beast! Ranzai#Beast! Dazai#Beast! Ranpo#Beast! AU#BSD Beast!#BSD#Bungou gay dogs#Asks<3#Ask<3
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∗ 88﹕ sender winks [mockingly ] at receiver . (Enola @ Louis)
@barxlupin
There was always an fragment of tragedy knowing his beloved elder brother, even since emergence of that long-term thought project has started to born inside careful planning, to always considering Sherlock Holmes as an important piece of his pan, inside fondness he disapproved. Why does he had to be cursed by the Holmes siblings ? Why does his brothers had such taste in men ? Why couldn't them imposing their affections upon somoene else, in which eternal remembrance of name Holmes wouldn't haunt his mind ? Comments were limited concerning the elder one. Mycroft was an fine asshole that could taming temporary, and hopefully the cruelty sleeping inside Albert --- in which he preferred listen countless hours narrating his fun among the MI6 while working, than how he appreciated pulled jokes and couple of manipulative moves upon Mycroft. He was alright --- but well, not to the point he would be happy to know him having a private dinner with his brother. Not to the point his stare would look totally unjudgemental if he dared show up near him. Not to the point he trusted him. How they were supposed to ? How they were supposed to be reassured everything will be fine, simply because there was an emotional weapon that could be used, and Albert acted as his nicest behavior ?
Sherlock. Oh damn Sherlock. Why he couldn't simply silencing that guy once in for all ? If he wasn't the most important, valuable, the most precious mouse of their game, he would have wanted to end that man's life simply because the perception of his face was disapproved. It was organic. It was anchored. It sounded like an old reflex. More than that --- he wished the dear Mr.Holmes wouldn't be too much offended, and instead, as he imagined it, maybe searching to get another emotion coming from him ? For a while, jealousy has been imagined, considering the level of disgust he was able to living with him around, and possibly, maybe, there was some feelings he needed to deal with. Maybe. Nevertheless, here laying some emotional conflict. Mr.Holmes as his brother called him in public sphere when it wasn't an private Sherly that turned him insane was main reason of happiness coming from his elder brother's face, in which, like Albert, they arranged themselves dates once in a while … when he seemed the only one admiring the blindness of Sherlock. He wouldn't giving him the honor to even expressing it orally down his face, as there was no use to spoil words for it. Each time he was around, he insulting him though his gaze. It came to an condition in which his older brother reassuring him.
No, he couldn't kill him. Yes, he should trust him. No, he will bring no miseries to his brother. Amusing, when part of him remained conscious, inside emotionless of his gaze, inside disgust he had towards him, he might be only one able to save his brother when the time will come, when his brother would want to leave the scene ---
Why in earth then he had to deal with the annoying presence of an sister that perceived on him an lost puppy and cannot helped to treat him like a new game, since not reacting was his mastering domain ? He remained inside the pleasant seat of the backstage. He admired the terror his brother give, and internally, wished to gave same feeling when it would be his turn to show up in the stage. He would witnessing closely all expressions of the victims, in which he will looking like an unexpected helper, in which he wouldn't hesitating to end them. He didn't have to care, didn't he ? He seemed only as the most harmless butler ever, always busy with the whims of his brothers, making sure the house in order … Why did he have to been annoyed in middle of his job ? In which honor he was laughed at ? She must admiring to be at that seat, after all --- having the blessings of his brothers, and witnessing the younger one who seemed unconcerned and pushed away of each of their business, focused on let them ramble. Well, he was the worst nightmare someone can dream of. He was the nigthmare of the Holmes siblings, and sadly, cannot be explicit. ❝ Should I put some spice in your tea, miss ? ❞ He finally commented, having brought a tray of snacks he had made during the day, delicately replacing his glasses, looking her over. ❝ No doubt this will soothe your face from the rudeness you have been showing me for a while now. ❞ Emotionless features remained, regardless experienced annoyance inside silent understanding, mocking in return. ❝ As far as you can see, you have failed to achieve little happiness you are looking for. ❞
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Liam arrived today!! Sherly is finally reunited with his beloved 😭💕
#love them very very much#rosa talks#my stuff#yuukoku no moriarty#sherliam#sorry for the bad quality of the pic i suck at taking pictures#and yes i placed them on my dazai bodypillow lmao
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🐲 what relationship does your oc have with Malleus?
ask meme here
sense you didn't state which OC i shall answer for all of them!
Lilith! - if my recent commission didn't fill you in Malleus an Lilith are best buds! now that she considers him her freind Lilith invites Malleus everywhere she is invited to becuse in her own words
"It's much more fun if Hornton is here!"
Matilda! - They are family so she loves Malleus very dearly, Matilda was actually born before Mal but despite that she has always called Malleus her older brother for those who ask about them.
Sherly! - when he was a kid he didn't know he was a big deal he just knew him as 'Matilda's chill brother' didn't think much of it past that it wasn't till he was older when he heard the stories of how strong he was did he get a sense of what everyone else was talking about. But that hasn't changed him from talking as casual as he usually does when he speaks to Mal after all regardless of what everyone else says he will always be 'Matilda's chill brother'
Christy! - fear she fears Malleus she used to feel the same way about Matilda but those feelings have changed. though Matilda tells her she doesn't need to worry sense they are friends Christy has her guard up whenever Malleus is there.
Zuza! - he sees Malleus as another one of his beloved students though Malleus doesn't take any of Zuza's classes that doesn't change Zuza's feelings on the matter!
#thanks for the ask#twst#lilith = yuu#matilda draconia#Sherly Tangler#Christiane the fea#twst oc's#i be talking
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EVER OURS
Chapter 1: Second Chance
✨ Fandom - Yuukoku No Moriarty / Moriarty The Patriot
✨ Pairing - William Moriarty/ Sherlock Holmes
✨ Rating - Mature
Summary
It's been two years since the incident on Thames bridge. William is very much alive, and still learning to navigate a new sort of existence with his flatmate, partner and best friend in New York City. When a new case with The Pinkerton Detective Agency takes an unexpected turn, William's metal is put to the test. Freshly haunted by the demons of his past and still grappling with an answer to the question of his own atonement, he's forced to consider what it really means to take a life, and in doing so, he and Sherlock must finally confront the depths of their feelings for one another.
'My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved I can only live wholly with you or not at all - Be calm my life, my all. Only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together. Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours.' -- Beethoven
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He found it the day Sherlock returned to work on his most recent case with Pinkerton. Three days after William had first awoken in a different bed; four after he had awoken at all, with a new lopsidedness to his sight and aches and pains which hadn’t been there before.
He’d spent much of the day simply existing; drifting like a spectre from room to room in the tiny space he had somehow, in some miraculous, wonderful, blessed and yet unbelievably cruel twist of fate, come to call home with the man who’d saved his life and also stopped his heart a million times over.
It was impossible for his mind to settle, and yet exhaustion soaked into his very bones, making him sluggish. The cool air was a decent enough motivator to keep moving through it. There was a chill to his skin that he suspected came from months of inactivity; a deathly cold which, although kept at bay, hadn’t quite been completely vanquished just yet. At one time, he’d welcomed the pleasant caress of a breeze to both tame and inspire the raging heat within him. But now, it felt as though such fire had dwindled to dying embers; a presence that might be snuffed out with a mere cool breath of air. The thing was, William wasn’t entirely sure that might be such a bad thing.
He tore and twisted the crisp pages of newspapers he found on the kitchen table, counting the scrunched balls before tossing them into the fireplace. Then he stacked the kindling and logs, setting it all ablaze with the flick of a match. The dance and sway of the flames as the fuel caught was mesmerising, but something in the hollow of his gut made him tear his gaze away before he found himself sucked into the welcome, burning hues.
Still, the colours stuck to the back of his eyelids, like smeared paint on a canvas, each time he blinked.
There was a writing bureau tucked into one of the little nooks in the main room. After spending exactly twenty-three minutes — he counted each and every second — gazing wistfully from one of the windows down towards the bustling street below, William had found he needed to find more work for his idle hands. Considerately tidying Sherly’s array of paperwork seemed like a decent enough distraction.
He stood at the battered old piece of furniture in his slacks and shirt, sleeves hanging neatly buttoned around thin wrists as he worked. He was mindful not to read any of the papers, aware there may be details for Sherlock’s work that should be kept confidential, or correspondence which his flatmate might not wish to share. But there was one page, which floated to the top amongst the rest, that made William pause.
The texture was different, as though it had been dipped into water and then dried beside a warm hearth. There was a crest at the head of the page which was immediately recognisable. The sight made William’s world lurch.
Moriarty.
Fingertips traced the faded stains on the paper; a mottled pattern of black and grey, a sky of storm clouds which might just once have been words.
His own words.
He felt the movement behind him before he heard or saw anything; hairs raising along the back of his neck beneath a seeking gaze he thought he might be able to identify even while unconscious, at this point. Forever seeking him out, and always finding him. The hinges of the front door creaked, and William marvelled at the fact that he’d not heard the thing open in the first place.
Neither of them spoke as Sherlock stood somewhere just inside the doorway. William knew he could see what was resting beneath his hand, though. He could sense it in the thick silence that stretched between them — like a physical touch, or perhaps even lack thereof; the very absence of the thing worth a thousand spoken words.
His thumb twitched against the crisp creases, the memory of the pen in his hand still so vivid even through the otherwise dense fog of his mind. It was almost as though he might just be in another place entirely; for divulging the contents of his heart — so paradoxically strong and young in physicality and yet worn and weary in feeling — in what should have been his final farewell, was a memory embossed into the very fabric of his soul.
“Ahh, should’ve thrown it away by now, really.”
That familiar, rich baritone was enough to ground him in the present moment. To remind him that he, William, was no longer alone in that study back in England, penning the words that now appeared lost to the Thames.
“ … now that the words are gone, I mean.” Sherlock cleared his throat. And then, in a gentler tone: “I’ve been trying to remember them all. Probably spent far too long staring at the bloody thing.”
William took a steadying breath, brows knitted as he gazed down at the page. “It’s unlike you, to forget the specific details.”
“I know.” Sherlock sounded pained when he answered. Like it was a bone of contention for him. Like he’d lost at a game he was always so used to winning. “Was such a blur, when it all happened. As soon as I finished reading it, I had to get to you.”
William ran a finger down the page edge. “I’m so grateful for that,” he whispered.
Sherlock didn’t reply immediately. William heard the floorboards creak underfoot as he approached. “Sounds silly, but I … I wanted to keep it. Even if the words are gone now, and I can’t remember the exact —“
“To my dear Sherlock Holmes,” William began before he could think better of it. His voice was soft around the syllables of the name; spoken with the care of someone sharing a long coveted secret. He could see the words taking shape again as he stared at the page, as though an invisible pen in his mind’s eye was forming each neat letter.
Sherlock remained silent.
“Firstly, I wish to thank you for reading this letter. Although according to my profile of you, there was no chance you wouldn’t, so I wasn’t worried.”
The words came easily, rising from the depth of his chest. As easy as breathing. To William’s surprise, forcing them out aloud wasn’t the battle it once might have been. Now merely a foot or two behind him, he felt Sherlock shift; heard the sharp intake of breath.
He drew in a breath of his own, anchoring himself to the spot before the worn-out little writing bureau.
“Please …” Sherlock urged with a gentle desperation. “Keep going.”
#sherliam#william james moriarty#sherlock holmes#yuumori#yuukoku no moriarty#yuumori fanfic#eo#✨L Writes#moriarty the patriot
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Having a Sherlock brainrot while Sherly is not in the newest chapters is literally hell because I want to see my man again!!
The only reason I'm surviving is that I've been rereading the manga and rewatching Morimu (Morimu Sherly my beloved), but I don't know if I can do this until part 2...
I miss you Sherly ;;-;; ...
#yuumori#yuukoku no moriarty#sherlock holmes#where is he? is he safe?#need forbbiden games in remains or i will not survive until part 2#well maybe i can with Op.5 so close#and i still have to watch Op.4#BUT I MISS HIM
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I am so curious about the Holmes's mother.Sherlock kept is accent for her, she must have been and amazing person but she never appears in the story. I just want to know more about her.
I also kinda wonder if keeping the accent meant some bullying or at least ostracised in oxbridge.
Ah, I think it wasn't just for his mother. Judging from his last conversation about it, he got it from his mother's side of the family, but he seems to have kept it because...well, it's his.
It's who he is. It's a part of him he didn't want to get rid of and he's a stubborn bastard who doesn't want to change himself to better fit the world he's living in. Mycroft was willing to. Sherlock is, well. Not.
But realistically, college was likely an issue. Cockney is a very stereotyped and degraded accent and subculture of London because it's such a marker of the working class. The reason the slang is so hard to understand is because they want it to be hard to understand to outsiders.
(Which, of course, means it's perfect for Sherlock. Does he want to be understood? Yeah, of course. But changing himself to be easier to understand, making it an easy thing to know him--what's the value of that? And frankly, I get that entirely myself)
Oxbridge, on the other hand...well. Those are two of the most famous and prestigious institutions of England. I feel like at some point it said which one he went to, but I think I made that up because I can't actually find it in the text anywhere.
And, you know, it's not like he's known for having friends.
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Sherlock: "I'm sure you could paint any future"
Sherlock again: "I want to illuminate the future he walks on"
I am not okay.
#ynm 67#LEGIT CRYING??#oh my god sherliam in 67 was too beautiful#liam speaking about his feelings for the first time ever and sherly just listenung to him and supporting him#gonna cry fr#oh man#ynm 67 is a treasure#ynm#ynm spoilers#yuukoku no moriarty spoilers#phos rambling#sherliam MY BELOVED
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This makes me think of my beloved Sherlock!
#sherlock holmes#my sherly love#my beloved sherlock#my husband sherlock#love quotes#fictosexual#fictoromantic#fictophile#fictosexuality#fictoromanticism#fictophilia
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Am I the only one who wants a WHUMP!Sherly
Like, I want him vulnerable and Feral Liam because someone dare to hurt his beloved Sherly
Or Mycroft pulling strings in the Shadows because someone hurt his baby brother and He's not gonna let it slide and he'll drown them in The depth of the Atlantic Ocean if he has to...
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Sherly: My dear beloved Husband
Liam, red like a tomato: Yes?
Sherly: And my dear Brother-in-law
Louis: Yes??
Sherly: Your oldest brother with my brother exploded the kitchen
#yuukoku no moriarty#louis james moriarty#mycroft holmes#mycroft x albert#albert james moriarty#moriarty the patriot#憂国のモリアーティ#yuumori#william james moriarty#ynm#sherlock holmes#sherliam#sheriarty#sherly#incorrect moriarty the patriot#incorrect quotes
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my first Sherliam which I believe has gone terribly based on headcanons you'll find in the reblogs of this post
Teasing
Warnings: None
Word Count: 400
“Class dismissed.”
With those words all the boys rushed out of the class while their professor arranged some books on his desk, well he was before the commotion started. All the boys had piled up in the hallway and were laughing at…someone? Their professor casually stepped through as his students made way for him.
“Sherly?”
There he sat, Sherlock Holmes, tucking his knees into his chest and sitting on the floor like a 7-year-old child who’d been told off by his parents. Once a famous detective he had now gone to becoming a chemistry teacher in the university his beloved William taught in.
“Professor, professor!”, one of the boys yelled, “He’s finally come to propose to you, see that’s why he’s on his knees!”
All the other boys let out roars of laughter while Sherlock glared at them, terribly annoyed.
“Now now all of you, you have classes to be in and don’t forget Mr. Holmes is your teacher, you mustn’t make fun of him in such a way.”, William said shooing them off.
“Now onto you.’, he said looking down at Sherlock still huddled on the floor. “What am I to do with this moping puppy?”
Sherlock grumbled and stepped into the classroom. “You wouldn’t believe the hell these brats are giving me Liam. I’ve done nothing wrong but they just won’t stop making fun of me!”
Moriarty put a finger to his chin and stared at Sherlock without a word, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“Well, aren’t you going to say something?”
“I’m thinking.”
“About what?”, he cried in exasperation.
“I was just checking if you were wearing that dreadful tie of yours, no perhaps it’s your hair.”
“What’s wrong with my hair? And what do you mean dreadful tie?’, he replied enraged while William let out a chuckle. “Oh look, now you’re making fun of me too.”
“Oh Sherly. You have to admit, no student has ever seen a teacher who once exploded his own classroom.”
“It’s not funny.”, Sherlock snapped.
William walked up to the pouting man and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. “They don’t mean anything by it Sherly, just take it with good humour, oh I know, why not show them a fun trick! That'll make them see how wonderful you are.”
“You think it’ll work?”, he mumbled into William’s shoulder.
“I’m sure it will.”, William said wrapping his arms around him. “Now off to class with you, or you’ll be known as the teacher who’s always late.”
#moriarty the patriot#william james moriarty#sherlock holmes#yukoku no moriarty#yukoku no moriarty fic#ynm william#sherliam#ynm sherlock#I have no idea how to tag moriarty the patriot stuff#anywho I do not know if this is good#but I hope you like it
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Sorry to disturb you but I remember this one fic years ago but not the title and was directed here...
It was half omegaverse half normal if you get what I mean- a/b/o Johnlock are together while "normal" Johnlock aren't (yet). Omega John and regular John got switched and are confused on the differences and similarities of the au they were magically put in. It also had something to do with mirror/looking glass in the living room of 221b... that's all I remember, sorry. Thanks for taking your time reading this!!
Oh and also there was this one really long wingfic where John is Sherlock's guardian angel since...I apologize for only remembering some of the beginning where John got assigned to baby sherly and at his 1st birthday got sent for the first time to bond with him and there he met Anthea who's Mycroft's angel.
Hey Nonny!
OMG!! I think I actually know BOTH of these!!
First one:
A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird(E, 152,869 w., 26 Ch. || Omegaverse / Prime Universe Crossover || OmegaJohn / AlphaSherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dubious Consent, Humour) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?
And I think the second one is this:
Free Falling by twistedthicket1 (M, 203,574 w., 38 Ch. || Guardian Angels AU || Guardian Angel John, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Kidlock / Teenlock, Light Mystrade, Passage of Time, Possessive John, Drug Use / Overdose, Victor Trevor, Graphic Bullying, Big Brother Mycroft, Hard Drug Use, Depression, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John, Panic Attacks, Nightmares/PTSD, Pining, Healing Abilities, Kidnapping, Violence, Torture, Blow Jobs, Virgin John, Emotional Development / Attachment, Mortality, Happy Ending) – All Guardian angels are born with a Chosen human. When this child is born, the angel comes into being to protect and care for them during their life on Earth. For John Watson, all he cares about in the world revolves around his Chosen, Sherlock Holmes. Watching him grow up though, the angel soon learns that God must have had a sense of humour the day he decided to make Sherlock, as trouble seems to follow him like a magnet wherever he goes. John can't decide what's worse, the idea of losing his Chosen one, or the fact that he may be breaking the most taboo law of heaven as he disguises himself as a human to better protect and befriend the beloved detective he's always watched from afar. He was meant to care for him. But what happens when caring evolves into something more? What happens when an emotion an angel is supposed to be incapable of possessing comes to life suddenly and viciously inside John's chest?
Hope that helps!
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thanks for the tag @sai-my-beloved !! this was super fun but also hard to think about. suddenly i've forgotten every media i've ever consumed so these are the ones that came to my head first! 🥰
10 blorbos from 10 fandoms

hiei (yu yu hakusho), ginoza (psycho pass), hijikata (gintama), sherly (moriarty the patriot), hoeseph (jojo), qifrey (witch hat atelier), gogol (bungo stray dogs), sesshomaru (inuyasha), astaaaa (black clover) and chrooomeee (dr stone)
9 fav movies

#good thing the first one specifies to 10 fandoms bc otherwise i would've just put pure gintama jjba and black clover characters#the movies one was esp hard bc i haven't been watching a lot of movies lol#tag game
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These three pictures have been my thoughts for the past 11 days.
#yukoku no moriarty#moriarty the patriot#ynm spoilers#ynm#sherliam#sherlock holmes#william james moriarty#sherly and liam my beloved#eyepatch liam the loml#phos rambling
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