#William Moriarty

[fishii28]

just think abt the first and last one btw.

[anyanary]

It hurts me to think about how unironically married they are

[kanroji-san]

This is most popular scene

But with Y/n

:) Happy New Year Everyone!!!

[vlx3n]

[ssessame]

Domestically zesty Sherliam are the reason I get up in the morning.

[joanquill]

How I Got Sent to Another World

Modern woman gets sent to another world, specifically the world of Moriarty the Patriot. You know the drill ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

A/N: Sorry again for the random updates, some things happened (and still happening :')) so I cannot give a specific time or date when the next update will be or when my schedule will be fixed, sorry again for the inconvenience :') Also, the reader is fluent in English (specifically American English, if that makes sense ^^")

Tag/s: Fem!Modern!Asian!Reader

You pulled your hood down as you walked through the crowd, looking around the street aimlessly as you tried to make heads or tails with where you were.

"Watch it!" a horse suddenly appeared in front of you, pushing you back to the ground as it neighed in shock, surprising the other horse beside it as the coachman tried to keep them in line.

You groaned in pain as you sat up, seeing you were mere inches from the road as the crowd looked at you confused.

"Are you all right, dear?" an old lady asked as she knelt beside you, trying to meet your gaze with her hand out to you.

You hesitantly reached for her hand, unknowingly making your hood fall to your shoulders.

"Oh, my...!" she gasped as she saw your face, the crowd following suit.

You quickly hid under your hood again and stood up, hanging your head low.

"E-Excuse me...!" you blurted as you tried to snake your way out of the crowd, avoiding the attention as people started to gossip amongst themselves.

You found your way into an abandoned alleyway and hid in the shadows.

You sighed in relief as you fell to your feet, watching the crowded streets from afar.

'How did this even happen...?!'

"So hungry..." you groaned as you massaged the back of your neck, switching between your feet to stop them from aching for a second longer.

'Keep it together...' you encouraged yourself, a migraine slowly spreading across your whole head, almost making you lose your balance.

As you waited for the pedestrian light to turn green, the crowd increased, squeezing you together.

"Hey, watch it!" a man slurred as you were suddenly pushed and started to tumble down to the road.

You groaned in pain as your body hit the cold, harsh pavement, your hands stinging as you slowly sat up, your head spinning from the impact.

'What the hell...?' you grimaced in anger, looking back to the crowd to see you were pushed farther than expected.

You tried to make out what they were trying to say, but you suddenly saw a stream of light coming from the side, slowly growing closer.

Before you could register what was happening, your vision filled with darkness, and your body grew numb.

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted with a town that looked like a Victorian painting brought to life under the night sky.

You blinked in shock and rubbed your eyes, blinking them repeatedly as if the scene before you would change.

'...Am I getting pranked or something...?' you thought, not believing it yourself as you looked around.

Horse-drawn carriages trotted down the street, and there was no trace of modern cars, as elaborate lamposts lit the footpath instead of the electric streetlights.

People walk by wearing intricate, ornate clothing heavy with lace, velvet, and leather as they talk in a posh accent with an unfamiliar vocabulary.

"What...?" you muttered as you looked around, seeing you were in a dark alleyway, not at the pedestrian lane you last remembered.

"Oh, what peculiar fashion..." a woman commented under her breath, making you quickly turn your head to the voice.

You saw she was looking at you before swiftly turning away and scurrying off with other women... but you could see them gossip amongst themselves.

You looked down at your clothes--the ones you remember wearing--and saw how out of place it was in this antique place.

You instinctively covered yourself and looked around for a cover.

You find a run-down cloak and make your way to the streets, keeping your head down as you slip into the crowd.

You tried to look for the film crew, security guards, the director, or even hidden cameras without causing a scene, but there were none.

You sighed as you kept walking, unsure where to go, but knew it wouldn't be wise to stay outside.

You shivered as the night air grew stronger , the pain in your legs and feet returning as your stomach began rumbling.

"Ugh...! What do I even--Umph!" you were greeted with a sharp sting as a newspaper found its way to your face.

You quickly removed it and confirmed that you were in London in 1879.

"London... 1879...?" you muttered, slumping down to your knees, "This can't be real..."

Your head started growing heavier, making you stumble forward as you hastily put your hands on the cold, harsh ground. Your vision tripled as you tried to stay alert.

"Excuse me, miss..." a voice called out behind you, making you jump and look back, seeing three men looking at you with cautious eyes.

"Are you all right? You seem... lost," a man with blond hair and a top hat asked, but you couldn't see them clearly.

You instinctively covered yourself with the dirty cloak, unsure of what to answer.

"We're here to help," another voice reassured, but your vision began to blur, unsure if it was from hunger or exhaustion.

"What's your name? Where do you live?"

'Name...' you thought, mustering up your energy to answer.

"(Y/N)... My name is (Y/N)-..." Before you could finish, your body topples over and falls unconscious.

"Miss!" William called out, catching you by the shoulders as your hood fell off, revealing your face.

"A foreigner...?" Louis asked, examining your face as William lifted you.

"That seems to be the case... most likely an Asian descent, but..." William looked from your head to toe, sighing.

"In any case, we cannot leave her here to starve," William concluded, carrying you to their carriage as gently as possible.

"Judging from their articulation, they may have learned English from the Americans," Louis commented, watching you cautiously as you slept.

"Perhaps she's an escapee?" Albert suggested, but William shook his head.

"I do not think an escapee would wear these clothes," William muttered, seeing your bizarre clothes peeking through the cloak.

"Then, what do you think, William?" Albert asked, also trying to decipher what led you to London.

William could only sigh, also unsure of the answer.

"As unfortunate as it is, it seems we can only uncover the answers when they finally wake up,"

[stellaeerrantes]

You were right guys he wanted to retrieve that picture 🥺🥺🥺🥺

AND THE BURTONS HAD ANOTHER CHILD😭😭😭

this is making me emotional

[space-pumpkinz]

He looks sexy when he's thinking 🤤

[married-to-google-translater]

What would each of the yanderes morairty reaction to reader being pregnant?

Ok U didin't give characters so I just write this for William

Yandere William James Moriarty

William would be pleased…

very pleased

It goes without saying that handsome brain rat would have planned this.

This would happen quickly after the wedding.

And William noticed the changes in your behavior very quickly.

He will also notice changes in your eating.

And the fact that you've suddenly started to feel bad in the mornings.

He would have been watching you.

Although he seems busy.

William would definitely use this to keep you with him.

He would also tell your family the good news.

This would definitely be an attempt to pressure you even more.

To pressure you to stay with him.

Forever.

William would become more overprotective during your pregnancy.

You would only get out with him.

Besides that, he would try to arrange that almost someone would always be with you.

Escape would be impossible.

William hopes this will help you fall in love with him.

This would also give him "extra motivation" in his task

[tormiichu]

Moriarty Brothers 😈

4 the sethster @seththeshr00m

[jqafterdark]

Seeing S/O in Lingerie Reaction

From a request in my main blog, this has no smut but VERY SUGGESTIVE so... yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sebastian Moran, William James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, and Louis James Moriarty

Tag/s: Historically inaccurate lingerie

Sebastian Moran

The man whistled as soon as you entered his field of vision.

He looked like a kid in a candy store.

Straight up GRINNING from ear to ear.

If you're showing him a variety, he'll inspect every single one of them.

It's almost alarming how focused he looks.

Little do you know, he's thinking about how to use whatever lace or strings your outfit has to his advantage in the bedroom.

The minute you're within his reach, Sebastian pulls you to his lap to get a closer look.

He takes his time to take in your figure while his hands roam through your body.

Even as you walk away, his eyes never leave your figure.

Like you were one of his targets on missions.

He would definitely tease you, wanting you to get riled up as much as he is.

What's more annoying is he wants you to say that you want to do it before he continues.

He's torn between taking it off or just doing the deed with it still on you.

Whatever position you're in, he definitely has a good view of you.

A mirror might be involved.

"I'm back-" Sebastian abruptly stopped as your eyes met in the mirror, wide in shock.

His eyes traveled down to your new short silk nightgown and stockings, going up and down before smiling.

"You could have just said so," he chuckled, removing his coat as he walked up to you.

You quickly grabbed whatever was closest to you, in this case, a hairbrush, and pointed it at him as you kept a distance.

"Oh no, you don't! Last time, I chased the target through the city with a limp!" you muttered, keeping your distance as your eyes never left him.

"Do you have a mission tomorrow?" Sebastian innocently asked, making you pause.

"...No...?"

"Then that settles it," he smiled, quickly hugging your waist.

"SEBASTIAN!"

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Wouldn't want your pretty outfit to rip, now do we?"

William James Moriarty

When you asked him to come with you to go underwear shopping, he was shocked, to say the least.

But he quickly recovered and agreed.

You definitely have his attention now.

While his eyes kept following you while he drank his tea, his smile was different than it usually was.

It was more... devious, so to speak.

While he keeps his composure, a lot has happened in his mind.

While you were picking some things, William acted like a perfect gentleman.

Holds the clothes you picked, heartfelt compliments to boost your confidence, over all the best boyfriend you could ask for.

Almost too good to be true. And it was.

He might have thought of a few scenarios on how the two of you could get away with it in the store.

It helped that it was a pretty private dressing room, considering the store was made just for the nobles, where it was just you and him.

Even the workers were far from earshot, attending to the other customers at the front.

But he didn't continue since he saw you enjoying your little date and didn't want to ruin your good mood.

It didn't help that you would ask him for help to put some of them on, though... Or take them off.

Besides, he has the whole night planned just for the two of you, and he's making sure no one would bother you two.

You hummed happily as you swung the bags in your arms, satisfied with your purchases.

"I'm surprised you agreed to go shopping with me, Will!" you mused as you turned to William, "Didn't you have a meeting later with everyone? Wouldn't you be late?"

William gave you a smile as he grabbed your hand, "The meeting was moved since some of the professors were out sick,"

"Is that so..." you trailed off, shrugging off his response.

William quietly chuckled, remembering the surprised expressions his comrades had when he said the meeting was canceled and assigned a new mission to everyone.

The manor was now empty until morning.

"Well, whatever! I can't wait to try these at home," you beamed, looking down at your new haul.

"Indeed," William agreed, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Sherlock Holmes

He never saw the appeal of the lingerie until he saw it on you.

Now, lace is his favorite thing on your body.

The first time he saw you in lingerie, it was like he shut down.

He didn't say a word, but his eyes were glued to you as he reached his hand out to you.

When you walked up to him, he eyed every inch of your body, engraving the image of you in his mind.

To him, you looked ethereal.

Like beauty personified.

When he did speak, it was soft and breathless, as if you rendered him speechless.

And when you did it, the sight of you in lingerie and covered in hickeys he left is now his favorite thing.

He gets more possessive whenever he sees you in lingerie.

And surprisingly more gentle and slow, wanting to enjoy every second of it.

Now, every time you buy a new set, he likes having a private fashion show.

When you bring him to a lingerie store, he is not embarrassed at all.

Hell, he'd even pick out a few things for you.

You can tell his compliments are genuine with how serious his expression is.

"Sherlock?" you called out, slowly walking up to him.

His eyes were completely wide as he looked at you.

"Sherl?" you called out again, but no response as he continued to stare at you.

You bit your lip as you covered yourself, feeling self-conscious wearing nothing but a bustier with matching underwear.

"Don't,"

"Huh?" Sherlock quickly grabbed your hands, pulling them down to your side.

"Don't hide it. You look beautiful," Sherlock breathed out, mesmerized by your outfit as his eyes slowly looked up at you.

You felt your face flush as you looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

"You're staring too much,"

"I disagree,"

Louis James Moriarty

You almost gave the man a heart attack.

He was not expecting to see you in lace and sheer one night after a long day of house chores.

Was it an unwelcomed surprise? No. Definitely not.

That night, he was just hoping to have some downtime with you after working the whole day.

So when he saw you by your dresser half-dressed putting on stockings, it was like the man turned into stone.

Minutes later, Louis came back and saw you in your robe, relieved to see he was okay.

His face became completely red when he remembered what happened and apologized for walking in on you.

Even though you forgave Louis, he's still scolding himself for liking what he saw.

What's more, his eyes would gaze over your robe when it would slip.

Explaining why he slammed his head on the table was interesting, to say the least.

So when you told Louis it was okay for him to look, he was still shy. But you would catch him stealing glances your way.

He tries to compliment you, say anything coherent for that matter. But he just mutters something while looking at the ground.

However, the moment he got more confident, his hands would not let you go.

Suddenly, he's fluent in dirty talk and knows just what to say to get you in the mood.

And he makes sure you know just how beautiful and alluring you looked that night.

"I truly apologize..." Louis muttered, a cold towel over his head as you chuckled, tying the robe tightly around your waist.

"Don't be. I'm just surprised," you reassured as you removed the towel, making Louis meet your eyes.

You weren't sure, but you swear you saw his eyes tracing your robe down to your chest.

His face turned completely red instantly, making him turn away.

You breathed out a smile as you hugged him tightly, kissing the top of his head.

"I'm really not mad, Louis!" you giggled, swaying side-by-side.

"Besides, that was for your eyes only, you know?" you grinned, making the man freeze as steam came out of his face as you snickered.

"Please don't tease me..."

[ranposbabe]

(Ongoing) Masterlist

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

To be continued…

[isolabellz]

victorian flirting

[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!

[vlx3n]

[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.

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