#albert moriarty angst

[beneathashadytree]

ALBERT MORIARTY MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

Rumor Has It (oneshot)

NSFW Alphabet (hcs)

The Marrying Kind (oneshot)

All Eyes on Him (oneshot)

Bewitching Brilliance (hcs)

Kitchen Hazard (oneshot)

Possessive (oneshot)

Seduced (oneshot)

All Sensitive (oneshot)

Let Him Watch (oneshot)

Earnest & True (oneshot)

Clingy (oneshot)

[seungsuki]

regret- how does one repent? (gn!reader) warning: mentions death, knife, overconsumption of wine note: i said i was gonna write fluff but i couldn't.. sorry :p

“care for a glass?” a voice called out, breaking through the silence that had settled like a heavy blanket.

you snapped your head to the right, your heart tightening at the sight of albert entering your shared bedroom, two glasses of wine glimmering with the candle light. the deep red liquid caught your eye, elegantly sitting in his hands 

“everyone went to sleep?”, you asked taking the offer 

“of course. hosting a tea party with so many women can be exhausting”, albert sighed 

“well, now you can just rest,” you said, giving him a light push

he sank onto the bed, complying with your request, and you settled beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. the cold wine made your lips numb, and the fatigue from the day’s events weighed heavily on your mind, blurring the edges of your thoughts.

you let out a hollow laugh, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. in your heart, you knew how far away you were from the person you used to be, but who was he to judge? he loved seeing you in your own world, and you pulled him into it. it felt like you both stopped time to just enjoy each other’s presence 

you look up to see him eye to eye. reminding him over and over how handsome he was,  a gift that you could keep for yourself. as laughter erupted once again between you, the night seemed infinite, full of potential and fleeting joy.

“slow down my beloved”, albert said, taking hold of your hand

“give me another”, you ordered 

“another?” albert repeated, disbelief painted across his features

“did i stutter?” 

“you're so weird” 

he sends a soft chuckle to himself, seeing the picture resting on his hand. another soft chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, but his laughter faded as he looked down at the mess surrounding him. your album lay scattered on the floor, its pages creased and torn, some with his face cut out.

“you’re so weird,” he voiced again, but this time his tone was laced with pain.

the wine glass slipped from his hand, shattering against the floor. the red liquid spilled out, soaking into the photographs, ruining the memories he treasured. the scent of wine mingled with the air. he brings up the picture again in front of his bloodshot eyes, tracing it one last time 

“where did we go wrong?”, he asked

not that albert was expecting a response. how could he? you couldn’t even look at him, let alone speak. he was alone in this moment, consumed by his own guilt, the weight of his sins pressing down on him like a heavy shroud.

“you did this to yourself my beloved”, albert sighed

 his voice breaking as he rested his hands on your lifeless head, which lay too still on his lap. he gently pushed a few strands of hair away from your face, his heart aching to see you like this. he removed the wedding veil, tossing it aside, where it landed on the pile of soaked photographs, a symbol of a love lost to time

“you’re so lovely in your dress”, he murmured

his words filled with admiration, albert's words did not match the regretful smile plastered on his face.he wanted to remember you as you were, radiant and full of life, not as a shadow of the woman he had adored.

“how could you have called off our wedding?” he reminded you, though you couldn’t hear him

he blamed his actions on you, believing that if only you had understood him when he revealed who he truly was behind the facade, things could have been different. but your gaze had been a mix of confusion and betrayal, hearts aching from the misunderstandings that had grown between you.

yet what happened, happened. there was no way to turn back time; the clock had tickled and moved onward. there was no time to bring you back. you were gone, and it was his fault. he was left with the consequences of his actions 

albert grabbed your hair gently, pulling your head closer to his chest. he wanted to cradle you as if that would somehow protect you from the harsh reality that lay between you. he let you lean against him, trying to ignore the knife that was still sitting on your stomach, a reminder of the wounds that had opened that night.

the white dress, now drenched with your blood and his tears. he sat there, enveloped in silence, surrounded by the echoes of what once was—a life filled with laughter and dreams. now, all that remained was a haunting reminder of a love lost too soon, the weight of his choices pressing down. he now chokes on his faith, a daunting reality of a world without you 

as he held you, he knew he did wrong but he still didn't feel sorry enough. he let out a laugh that was more of a sob, tears pooling in his eyes and blurring the edges of his vision. each drop that fell felt like a part of him shattering, a reminder that love had turned to loss in the blink of an eye.

“if i can’t have you, no one can”, albert whispers to you one last time

© seungsuki 2024-25 -- do not repost, translate, alter, etc on any platform without permission. Any characters used in my work do not belong to me, they are created by their original creator. all images are from pinterest

[eliasorchard]

ALWAYS THE FOOL WITH THE SLOWEST HEART — ALBERT J. MORIARTY

📼: angst, yearning, unrequited love, complicated feelings

📼: he loves you but you've fallen for his brother instead.

📼: okay ouch </3 ty for the request, anon :)

albert will never truly finish falling in love with you.

when you ran alongside him past the old, weathered houses lining the summer fields with the afternoon air in your hair, he knew he would never stop falling in love with you. or the time you two sat, cross-legged on the carpet in the drawing room, drawing doodles of each other with bright crayons on paper that had been torn from albert's workbook..

you were etched into his heart, into his soul — he was sure he would forget his own name before forgetting yours.

and when talks of you and albert becoming engaged were brought up between your parents and his, he felt happiness so overwhelming it almost overshadowed the suffocating, negative emotions he'd feel upon merely looking around at the state of his family, at the state of britain. you shared the same sentiment too, and he was happy to see that.

"what are you giggling about?" you'd ask one summer morning when the two of you were in your preteens, having a picnic on a hilltop, protected by the shade.

was it obvious — that giddiness on his face? "i'm not sure what you're talking about." he leaned back on his palms, trying to play it cool. but he knew he was doing anything but convincing you, especially when his fingers tightened around the plaid picnic blanket you two were sitting on.

he loved you dearly, and perhaps you loved him a little too.

seasons changed and time went on, while you were enjoying breakfast with your family one morning — your father broke the news of what happened to the moriarty manor, about the fire engulfed albert's family, how albert, his adoptive brother louis and 'william' were the survivors.

you rushed to him the very next day, worried about him.

"you're sure you're fine? no injuries whatsoever?"

it was the umpteenth time you'd ask him that question, and yet his answer always remained the same: "i'm fine, (name)." a few scratches meant nothing if you were here.

the topic of engagement was dismissed, but albert didn't mind one bit. he was just happy being around you. it seemed like things were finally becoming better for him.

he introduced you to youngest brother louis soon after, his new and found family, and you were very happy for him. he, too, seemed much happier than before — much at peace. louis was a bit distant yet respectful and william, well...

he was really nice, you thought when you initially met him. he was kind, polite, gentle. he was a really good person.

years passed, and all four of you grew up.

now albert watches from the kitchen window, absentmindedly staring at you and william walking side to side in the backyard without a destination in mind.

"can you pass me the salt?"

"..." albert tears his eyes away from the two, smiling at louis. he'd insisted on helping prepare dinner because he could not afford to be alone with his thoughts, neither could his heart handle being close to you two. "yes, here it is."

the way the two of you moved together, so in sync and enamored with each other made albert's chest tighten. he'd sneak in a few stolen glances every once and then, even though it hurt him to, he couldn't help it.

meanwhile, he remain on the sidelines, the perpetual third wheel, the one who could never quite find the courage to make his move. always the fool, always the one with the heart that seemed to beat a step behind everyone else's.

he watches as william places a kiss on your forehead and how your face visibly brightens at such a simple action. a part of him wishes he could be the one to make your eyes glitter like that, to hold you in his arms like william gets to. but he knows that is nothing more than a distant dream.

william is a good man, he's everything. he knows that your heart will be completely safe with his younger brother and yet, he doesn't know whether to feel pity at himself or be happy for the two of you, happy that you found each other.

and as if knowing the turmoil albert is feeling, louis gently pats his eldest brother's shoulder. "brother.."

"it's alright." albert let out a deep, heavy sigh, and when he turns his gaze back towards louis. the youngest brother saw tears forming in albert's eyes. he also noticed a slight tremble in the wry smile that albert fought hard to maintain.

at that, louis fell silent immediately.

the wedding preparations were complete and only a few days later, you would be somebody else's entirely.

for the sake of your happiness and that of his younger brother's, he is resolved to let you go. he knows that the depth of his feelings for you will only bring him ruin, and he knows that he will let it. yet, not a single speck of his sorrow will ever burden you: he will make sure of it. this act of release will be his final, ultimate expression of love for you.

and as softly as it started and as heartbreakingly it will end:

yes, it is true. he will never truly finish falling in love with you.

© 𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 ;; do not repost, translate or modify my works in any way or any platform. all rights reserved.

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What would cause them pain in the relationship? || How would they deal during a break-up?

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↬|William|

William is a very prideful and self-reliant person, so he would try to hide any pain or discomfort he feels in order to avoid appearing weak, vulnerable, or needy. However, if something did cross a red line for him, it could cause pain in the relationship and William would likely become very argumentative, defensive, and even borderline verbally aggressive. William would handle a break up in a very cold and detached manner, even if he felt very hurt and emotional deep down.

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↬|Albert|

Albert is extremely possessive, and would likely be very jealous of anyone who interacts with his s/o, especially other men. If his s/o were to cheat on him or end the relationship, he would probably be absolutely devastated. He would likely go through a range of emotions ranging from disbelief, to sadness, anger and finally numbness. He would likely blame himself, and would do anything within his power to try and get them back, and if that fails, he would likely spiral down a self-destructive path.

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↬|Louis|

Louis is deeply terrified of being abandoned by anyone, including his beloved one. This is due to his deep-seated fear of people leaving him. He would be devastated if he is betrayed or abandoned because he is too weak, useless, or worthless to be considered worthy to be loved. Additionally, he also has a hard time accepting criticism and judgment because it only reminds him of his perceived faults and insecurities.

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↬|Sebastian|

Sebastian would feel extremely hurt if his s/o did something that caused their relationship to break down, or if they betrayed him in any way. He would want to fight anyone who dares threaten then, and he would lash out at them for even so much as breathing in their direction. As for a break-up, Sebastian would take it extremely hard. He would likely sink into a deep, long period of depression as he struggles to deal with his loss and his feelings of guilt and remorse; and if it was his fault, he'd feel even worse.

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↬|Sherlock|

If his trust were betrayed or his sense of security were threatened, he might find it quite traumatic, leading to an exaggerated fear of relationships, as well as an inability to move on and even to love again. During a breakup, he might feel completely shattered, as if the foundations of his life had been torn from beneath him. He might become isolated and unwilling to communicate his emotions with others, which would only deepen his feelings of sadness. He might shut down completely and refuse to talk about his feelings, potentially pushing his partner away through his own coldness and distance. When he is in love, he tends to act as the complete opposite of his typical, detached and distant self. Although he remains reserved and analytical, he is also more caring and even clingy, as he has found that someone who makes him feel vulnerable in a positive way. However, he sometimes feels overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings and finds it difficult to express them in a healthier way, thus often withdrawing to his cold and detached shell during arguments and disputes, which can be frustrating for his partner as well.

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↬|John|

John's pain in the relationship could possibly stem from something completely out of his control. For example, if his s/o were to break up with him for seemingly no reason, that might cause him a lot of emotional pain. During a break-up, John would likely be very devastated and may even spiral into a depressive episode. He'd likely become very distant, both emotionally and physically. During this time it would be very important to give him space but also show that you're there for him. It would also be important to be patient with him and give him time to heal.

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[soapy-soartp]

Uh

Still on that Vampire William brain rot

Albert and Louis too- and maybe the rest of the moriarty team- lord knows william ((and albert maybe) will need all the support they can once im done with them)

Anyways yeah vampire william x human(hunter?) sherlock and vampire albert x human(hunter?) mycroft-

im obsessed this idea is running around rampant in my head anyways- make it sad sherlock dies in the fall and mycroft isolates himself further

And the moriarty gang are just- living in the countryside or got sent off to Frances or smth and everyone feels bad and is sad

But also vampire(immortal) x (repeatedly reincarnated) mortal

The the immortal can turn their mortal into an immortal too and they live together forever :3

I offer…

Going to go late 1700s first meeting (perhaps the holmes are actually hunters here?)

Late 1800s canon but moriartys are vampires and sherly dies in the fall

Late 1900s sherlys already doomed to die(?)

Late(present ig) 2000s finally caught sherly and now they can live happily ever after

Im in shambles as always- im sorry this probably doesnt make sense but im tired and its like 2 am lmaoo

[idontknowmyownmind]

Moriarty the Patriot prompt for Louis-centric (desperately need more of this baby)

1. Louis is a bit more broken than canon after the fall which result in him being an empty vessel because Louis Moriarty died at the same time of his brother's death news reach him and he is completely gone when Albert is also gone. Even when they come back, the Louis they know is no longer there as he is already dead.

2. A what if scenario where Louis is the one who is dead some time before the grand closing act.

3. A year or two after the fall, Louis got into an accident that got his memories, about everything and everyone but his name, erased. He life his new life without knowing his past and the return of Liam.

4. Some time after the fall, Louis got blind+deaf and somehwat lead a normal life somewhere. What if Liam and/or Albert have been taking care of him but he doesn't really aware (he is familiar but refuse to delute his imagination).

5. Louis dissapeared not long after the fall.

[hergan416]

William lay quite still, his hands folded upon his stomach, staring up at the familiar green canopy of Albert's four-poster bed. His cheek pulsed as he chewed the inside of it, his face twisted in thought.

It wasn't difficult to guess what he might be thinking about. Both of his brothers had spent dinner regaling him with the tale of their trip here. While Louis was openly hostile to everything about the afternoon's events-- save Will being a step ahead of the detective and allowing them to catch the killer, of course-- Will had carefully, neutrally, outlined the facts of the afternoon's events as though he hadn't participated in it at all.

His silence now solidified Albert's conviction, giving him the confidence to verbalize the thought that had begun to plague him after their voyage on the Noahtic.

"You want him, don't you?" Albert asked, breaking the silence.

There was a flash of gold as Will turned his head and affixed him with a calculating look, his cheek falling still as he ended his assault on the tender flesh.

"I would never do anything to hurt you," Will stressed. "You don't have to worry about that."

It wasn't what Albert asked. It wasn't even what he wanted Will to say.

Will rolled the rest of the way over, propping himself up on an elbow and reusing a coy expression that had deflected the suspicion of the subject of their conversation earlier that day.

"You're the only one for me," Will promised. "So, how do you want me?"

Was Albert such a cage that Will could not be honest with him? That he must deftly hide the truth in the silence between his words?

Yes, I want him, but I don't dare reach out. Not with you. Not with the plan.

Worse, Albert could feel himself weakening against that angelic face and the sinful roll of hips. He was in too deep to resist, although, as always, he knew that he should. That he should say anything in protest. But Will had provided him yet another path forward paved in selfishness, and he could not help but follow his leader.

If it weren't for him, Will would be free.

He kissed his savior and was consumed by his own twisted desire. Vengeance upon the corrupt-- soaking an angel in blood. Creating this caging plan. And this intimacy itself, a final, humiliating lock on an airtight container, plucking the final feather on one who should be free to fly.

Will's legs trapped Albert below him, and he took his fill.

But Albert knew that truly, Will was the one ensnared.

[giggly-squiggily]

Still You Under The Surface (Moriarty The Patriot)

I hadn't intended this to get sappy but here we are 👀

Heyo everyone! I finally finished the Lee!Albert fic I was making! Darling man- I love Albert so much! He and his brothers deserve all the love in the world, and so this fic has been created! I hope you like it!

Shoutout to the wonderful @thatbigbisexual29 for the idea that Albert's neck is ticklish- I hope it's okay I've included it in this fic- it was too cute to pass up! Check her out, she's fantastic!

Summary: Albert had crafted the perfect persona for the world, for the various nobles he entertained, and for the Lord Of Crimes. However, it had little to no effect on his brothers. When the cracks start appearing in his mask, William and Louis are there for him.

Albert James Moriarty was unreadable.

The eldest of the Moriarty brothers, you’d be damned to find him without his signature smile. Coy, with a touch of amusement in those green eyes as if he found everything around him enchanting. He was a picture of elegance, gracefully handling any situation thrown his way with poise and charm. Some believed he’d never faced a worry in his life with how at ease he seemed, while others believed he simply dripped with confidence, too secure in himself to let anything petty bother him.

It was an illusion he held like a shield, his thin layer of protection to prevent the cracks from shining through. And it worked.

However…

“You seemed stressed.” William spoke up one morning upon seeing his brother. Ruby red eyes peered up at him from his newspaper, the slightest furrow in his brow upon meeting Albert’s gaze. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh? No, I’m fine.” Albert smiled, taking a seat as he collected the tea Louis made. It was a touch too strong, but he drank it regardless. “Things for our plans are going smoothly. Nothing to be concerned about.”

“That’s good to hear, but I wasn’t asking about our plans.” Folding the paper, William turned his full attention to Albert. “I was asking about you.”

“Will-”

“Albert, I watched you practice that smile until it became natural.” The blonde’s tone snapped his lips shut, making him pause. “That’s the smile you wear when you’re playing the Lord of Crimes. When you have to charm some aristocrats into sharing details or entertain a room as part of your noble stature. It’s an effective tool, but not one designed to hide things from us.” Willam’s voice softened some, concern taking away the edge. “Please tell me, as you-what’s wrong?”

Albert was quiet, stunned by how effective William saw past his illusion. It was true, he had practiced it many times with everyone; slowly molding his new persona into a well fitting mask he sometimes struggled to remove. When he did, it scared him- this person floating beneath the surface of his new role. It was so easy to forget who he was when he wasn’t helping bring London’s current system to its knees; when it was just him and his brothers.

“Albert?” Louis' voice cut through the smog of thoughts, something in his voice he found alarming. When he looked up, he found both brothers staring at him in surprise. Only when he blinked did he realize he’d been crying. “Oh, Albert…”

“Oh dear… how’d that happen?” Albert laughed softly, wiping his face with a shaking hand. “Apologies, gents, didn’t mean to scare anyone.”

“Nevermind that.” Louis scoffed, closing the distance and kneeling before his older brother, trying to catch his eye. “You never cry. Did something happen? Who did it? I’ll find them-”

“Louis.” William’s soft voice stopped his rambling, the other man sitting on the arm of Albert’s seat, his hand squeezing his shoulder. “It’s okay. You don’t have to now, but when you feel ready, we’re here to listen.”

“Really, I’m fine.” Albert choked out, struggling to clear his throat of the stubborn lump residing there. “You mustn't worry about me. I’ll be fine. Must be all the-the dust. Yes, that’s it. It’s dusty in here; my allergies are acting up.”

Louis and William shared a look, conversing with their eyes. Then Louis smiled, a touch sad as he gently patted Albert’s knees. “You know- Brother and I always did that too. We’d get overwhelmed with everything that happened and blame it on dust or grime from the slums, or We’d say we’d accidentally poked ourselves in the eye.”

“Terrible excuses, no? Of course, you never believed them for a second.” William nodded in agreement, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into Albert’s shoulder as he reflected on the memory. “You’d tell us it’s a big brother’s job to help his younger ones when they cry, no matter what the reason.”

“Cause it’s true-” Albert cut in.

“And it’s the job of the younger siblings to make sure they help their eldest brother when he’s in tears.” Louis leaned his arms against his knees, resting his chin in them as he gave Albert a small but encouraging smile. “Even if they have the gall to say the room’s dusty after I’ve cleaned it.”

The brunette let out a wet laugh, the sound making the other two grin. Shaking his head, Albert let out a breath before clearing his throat, finally starting to calm. “Apologies. I dislike crying- it makes me feel so…vulnerable.” He sighed, reaching out to gently run his fingers through Louis’ hair, his other hand coming out to pat William’s hand. “I guess it’s not so bad with you two, though.”

“You guess?” William tsked in mock offense, sharing another look with his brother before the hand on Albert’s shoulder began to slide, creeping across his upper back. “How rude. All these years later and you only guess it’s okay to be yourself around us?”

“You know what I me-eeh!” Albert straightened when the hand found his neck, curling against his nape. “Will, don’t you dare.”

“Dare what? We’re only sitting here.” Louis defended, the arms resting on Albert’s lap stretching so he could grasp each knee, something playful entering his expression. “Why so tense, brother?”

“You know whhiihihhiy! Will!” Albert yelped with a giggle when the hand at his neck wiggled, making him scrunch some. “Dohoohon’t!”

“My, you’re awfully fidgety today, Albert.” William teased, two fingers continuing to scratch at his brother’s neck while the rest of them pressed gently, sending little pulses of ticklishness across his nerve endings. “What’s the matter? Have to use the restroom?”

“Ants in your trousers?” Louis teased, his own hands squeezing Albert’s knees in a similar fashion, making him squirm. “Tickly ones?”

“Oh, I’ve heard of those. Devious little things.” William nodded solemnly, smirking when Albert blushed, a hand swatting at him. “No? What’s wrong then?”

“Wihihihihilliam! Lohohoohuis! SThaahahahp ihhiihit!” Albert broke into a fit of laughter, curling in on himself as William brought his second hand in, wiggling it gently against the back of his ribs. “Geahhahahaa! Thhiihihis isn’t fhahahhahair!”

“I disagree. I think this is quite fair.” Louis giggled, clearly enjoying himself. With his weight against Albert’s legs, he leaned up some to give his brother’s waist a squeeze, laughing when the brunette hooted. “You always tickled us when we were upset. It’s about time we return the favor. Right, brother?”

“Absolutely, Louis.” William nodded, one hand carrying on squeezing Albert’s neck while the other reached for his armpit, knowing how bad a spot that was for his brother growing up. “Come to think of it- I can’t recall the last time Albert properly laughed for us, can you?”

“Not at all. Such a travesty.” Louis tsked, yelping when Albert’s hand found his chin. “Ahhehhehe! Nohohohoo!”

“Yehehehhehehs!” Albert giggled back, his other hand latching onto William’s thigh and squeezing, nearly sending the other blonde flying off his seat. If they were gonna tickle him, he’d at least get a few back. “Thhiihihihs is whahahhat you gehe-AH!”

Well- so much for that idea.

“Ohoohoho? Is this still a bahhad spot?” William grinned when Albert arched away, arms shooting back to his chest when he wiggled both hands into his armpits from behind. Loud, beautiful laughter boomed from their brother’s lips; deep belly laughs that were so recognizable he tried to fight down on a daily basis. “There it is!”

“AH! Ahehahahhhahahahhaa! Whihiihihihihll, plehehehhahahhahahahse!” Albert cackled, sinking in his chair as he tried to fight off the hands. William simply changed positions, going from the front to carry on his playful assault. “Dhohoohohoohohn’t tihihihihihickle meehhehhee thehehehheheherhe!”

“Why not? It’s proving rather effective.” Willam laughed, yelping once more when Albert tried grabbing his waist. “Nohoohpe! No, absolutely nohoht! Louis hehehelp!”

“On it!” Bailing on Albert’s legs, he grabbed his brother’s wrists; pulling them up so William could properly tickle him. “There we are- finally smiling for real now.”

“GEHAHHAHHA, YOOOHOHOU TWOHOHOHOHO! STAHHAHHAHAP!” Albert squealed, all but falling out of his seat as his worst spot was attacked. It didn’t help Louis had begun running his thumbs against the outskirts of his palms, a tickle spot even he had little knowledge about prior to today. “I’M CHEhEHEHHERRED UP ENOOOHOOHOHUGH NOW PLEHHHAHAHHASE!”

“Hmm…do you think he really is, brother?” Louis asked, unable to fight down a giggle at the pig snorts breaking up Albert’s laughter.

“Seems that way to me, Louis. Very well.” William stopped, pulling his hands back as he watched Albert gasp for air. “Look at you- red faced and giggly. One’d think you had too much wine again, Al.”

“Yoohohou two…are gonna be the dehahhath of me.” Albert groaned, pulling himself back into his seat with Louis’ help. “Whahas that really necessary?”

“Yes.” The blondes said in unison.

Albert laughed, running a hand through his hair, his entire body tingling from the tickles. When he opened his eyes, he found the pair watching him fondly, sharing a small smile to themselves.

Without much warning, he grabbed them both, yanking them into the chair with him.

“Ah! Albert, this isn’t that big of a chair!” William yelped, letting out a small ‘oof’ when Louis unceremoniously crashed into him.

“We’re not children anymore- we all can’t fit in one seat like then!” Louis tried to argue, nodding apologetically to his brother after his elbow went into his gut.

“Oh please, you two are so dramatic.” Albert laughed, one arm around each of them as he hugged them close. Tight quarters aside, it was nice having them near. “Don’t worry- I don’t plan on getting vengeance. Yet.” He gave them both a light squeeze to their sides, earning a huff of giggles. “But truly…thank you.”

“For crushing you?” William asked, brows raised. “I suppose some enjoy that.”

“Hush.” Albert rolled his eyes, nudging him some. “You know what I mean. I’ve….been feeling off lately. It’s like you said; this whole ordeal we’ve found ourselves in…it can become overwhelming. Sometimes I’m scared that I’ll lose who I am. Not my status or anything like that but…me. Albert.” He closed his eyes, letting his head rest against the back of the chair as he looked for the words. “I suppose that’s why I’m so grateful for you two. If I didn’t have you…who knows what I’d be. Or who’d I be.” That lump was coming back. Why was he so weepy today? “So yes…thank you.”

The pair were quiet as he spoke, still even when he finished. For a scary moment, Albert was concerned he spoke too much. Before he could try to remedy that, something reached up to flick him lightly between the brow.

“Such a sap.” William teased gently, even if his voice sounded a little thick. Albert crinkled his face at him, earning a laugh. “You’ll never have to worry about that with us, though. No matter what happens, or what the world has in store, you’ll still be Albert to us.”

“That’s right. Our eldest brother.” Louis nodded in agreement, reaching out and squeezing his hand. “You’ll always be you, under the surface. Nothing will change that.”

Albert didn’t trust his voice. Instead, he only hugged them to him, letting the feeling of much needed assurance wash over him like a gentle wave.

He was so truly grateful for them. His brothers.

Thanks for reading!

[sakuplumeria]

For MTP Angst Week 2023, Day 1: Scars and Injury.

When William went to Albert in the prison, with his eye patch, Albert couldn't help himself to feel sad and guilty over it. He took off the eye patch, taking in William's scar, a horrifying yet beautiful mark which told him that William was alive. Ever so gently, Albert kissed it while uttering apologies and blessings for the miracle.

[yyutsuu]

Pointless Regret -Albert James Moriarty x GN Reader-

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!! Angst no comfort !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : Mentions of using people, weapons, blood and death

Can be taken platonically and romantically I believe? Up to you to pick which you prefer

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Word count: 1627 words

A/n: First post !! What a great way to start with some good old angst 😋 I don’t even know why I chose Albert first, he’s like my 3rd favorite

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It was late into the rainy night, you were unable to sleep due to the constant tapping of the crystal clear drops as if they were seeking some sort of revenge on the window of your room in the Moriarty mansion. Not wanting to wake anyone up you gently turned the doorknob of your door, intending to go for a short stroll through the ill-lit mansion.

While focusing on your footsteps to make sure they were unheard a gap of light catches your attention, the source was from the room which was occupied by Albert. Your mind was coming up with all the differing possibilities of why he was still awake at this hour. Quietly approaching his door you wondered if it was truly alright to check up on him due to your concern, for he is the closest person to you from the group.

Three simple knocks were delivered on his door, you hear the familiar voice granting you permission to enter with the words “Come in.” You enter and spot Albert occupying a chair, staring out at the rain through a clear, glass window. His hazel hair appears to be more messy than usual, the papers on his desk matching them as they were disorganized and scattered all around.

Infatuated in how majestic he appeared under dim light you are quick to observe how Albert seems a bit more on edge than usual. He turns his head to fixate his sparkling emerald eyes on you, your attention diverts to his lips as he opens them and speaks in a slightly posh English accent. “Oh y/n it is you? What is it you need…?” You quickly snap out of the trance and reply, telling him it’s getting quite late and he should get some rest. Albert’s expression is one of confusion, “Why? Why would you care whether or not I sleep?” Although it sounded like a unorthodox question to ask, he was genuinely puzzled.

“Because I care about you, I care about your health,” you reply. “I’m sure you do, would you care to be more specific?” He asked, his voice consisted of a small amount of disdain as for being told to sleep. Despite that, Albert did not show it anyplace on his dimly lit face, his expression remained one of calm and impassive as the waters on a still lake.

After a few seconds Albert placed a finger to his lips in contemplation before looking back at you. “Why do you care?” He asked. “I care about you because you are my friend Albert, is it not the obvious?” You reply, sounding slightly pissed. You are about to open your mouth again to make a remark but Albert speaks before you, “A wise man once told me, a friend only exists because of the utility they can provide.” He comments simply, the gaze in this eyes transforming into a hard and cold one. “What utility do I provide you?”.

You are slightly astounded by what he says, finally deciding to say “You really do not get it, do you…” You look down, furrowing your eyebrows, “Well, I suppose that means you are simply using me, care to explain what benefits you get from me?”.

The air felt tense, there was tension in the air as the conversation between you and Albert continued. Albert gives his answer to your question. “I know you are intelligent. I can feel your mind just pulsing, and I am not afraid to admit I’m drawn to intelligence like a moth to a flame.” He explains, holding out a one hand while his sharp perceptive eyes stare straight into yours.

Your expression is one of a bunch of commingled expressions, some including anger, annoyance and also… sadness. “Would you even care if I something was to happen to me?” You ask. “A life isn’t all that important. Does it bother you that I happen to value your mind more than your friendship?” Albert says simply, smiling and staring right at you, he was being completely honest.

“All life is in the end is a set of chemical and biological reactions. The fact that a human can even think about their own existence is irrelevant outside of our species. Do animals care if they die or if others in their species die? No. And so why should we be any different?” Albert comments, daring to look you in the eyes as he says it.

It feels as if a sword strikes you right in the heart, “I see… goodnight.” You stride out of the room without looking back and return to your own room, your current emotions matching the gloomy storm that is raging outside.

Albert sits in silence, his face suddenly taking on a darker expression. He stared into the night sky, his eyes darkening like a lightning bolt in a storm, and there was suddenly some sadness behind his eyes. Had he made a mistake by saying that? Had he lost a friend tonight? Should he go back and say something? No… no, he couldn't do that. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to trust his gut… but he couldn't help feeling he had made a mistake.

In the following mission, the goal was to get rid of a murderer. Albert was required to come as a colonel of the British forces, his role was to take the man back dead or alive. Due to that, it was only the two of you being sent on the mission.

You were mid battle with the man, you spot a bullet zooming towards Albert, at this rate it would pierce into him. Without a extensive amount of time to consider, you quickly attempt to stop the bullet. Leaping towards it, you manage to deflect the zooming bullet with the dagger in your hand, but during that your attention was too absorbed in stopping the bullet you had failed to notice a bullet traveling at a rapid pace towards you.

You send your dagger in the direction of the murderer, as you do so the bullet heading towards you was only a mere few centimeters away from your flesh. The moment seems to freeze as it comes to your realization there is no way of stopping it.

The bullet comes to impact with your skin, piercing right through your heart. You let out a cough of blood followed by a grim smile as you notice your knife had managed to strike your opponent right in the neck, rendering him unable to move. Your body no longer listened to your commands as it disobeys you, making you collapse beside Albert.

Albert looks down in surprise at you as you collapsed beside him, but he is quick to realize what you had done. He looked around wildly, searching for the shooter... he saw that you had managed to take him down, however. He stared at you for a moment in shock as his eyes widened slightly but he quickly recovered. “What happened!?” Albert exclaims in horror as he quickly drops to his knees, afraid of what was to come for you.

Albert’s eyes starting at you as his hands flew around your chest, searching for the wound. “I’m… glad, I could at the very least be of use to you… even if you don’t care.” You whisper while giving him a soft smile, you start to feel lightheaded as a pool of crimson expands around you rapidly.

“You’re… you’re not going to make…” Albert’s voice trails off, sounding very panicked as he gently holds you, staring down at you with tearful emerald eyes. “You're not going to make it, are you?” He says, his voice breaking as tears start to prick his eyes and threaten to fall from his face.

“But it’s fine, is it not? I’m truly glad you won’t be affected by this loss, and I was able to protect you, you don’t care if I were to pass away right?” You smile up to him, unable to return his embrace.

“No, it's not ‘fine’…” Albert whispers, crying more as he holds you carefully. “You were my friend... and now… I’m losing you…” Albert looks at you through his blurry vision thanks to his tears. “I- I'm so sorry I said those things to you the other night. I didn't mean it. I- I should never have said that to you!”.

Your lips curl into a bitter smile as your eyes slowly lose their light as your heart fails to continue thumping. Albert watching with regret as the life fades from your eyes, his own eyes filled with tears as he gently closed them. He gently held you close as you died in his arms, crying openly. His tears fell onto your face, wetting the cold, pale skin of your cheek.

Albert couldn't say a word, he could hardly even breathe. What was this feeling in his chest? This horrible, sick feeling. It was as if there was a hand inside his heart, squeezing and crushing it painfully within his chest. He is unable to understand and couldn't explain it, all he knew is that he felt like his heart was breaking.

Albert watched the light fade from your eyes with tears still streaming down his face. He held you for a moment longer before gently laying you down on the ground. He looked down at you quietly as he tried to stop himself from crying.

“I... I'm sorry...” He whispers softly as he placed his hand on your forehead and gently caressed your hair. He simply sat there for a moment as he tried to find the words he needed to say... “I... I'm so sorry…”.

No other words would come out, he wept silently.

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[a-heart-noble-and-bright]

[ID: A digital piece of fanart showing pre-timeskip Albert and William from Yuukoku no Moriarty. They’re drawn from the waist up, back-to-back, with Albert facing the viewer. Albert is crying with a pained smile, but his tears are replaced with red rose petals. He's clenching a red rose over the left side of his chest and thorny stems grow from it, wrapping around his body. William's silhouette has flames coming out of it and his face is hidden. The background is composed of pieces of old burnt paper partially covering a dark gray area. The text "burnt into one's memory" is written over the paper in a typewriter font.

The second image is the same as the first, but with a plain crimson background. End ID]

constantly thinking about all the guilt albert carries in silence for years. and also his connection with william

[frankenjoly]

The stories that are told

spotify wrapped writing challenge: sherliam + 95

enemy (jonathan young’s cover)

I'm praying that somebody hope for me

I'm staying where nobody 'posed to be

“What was your first thought, by the way?” It was quite the vague question, but more clarifications followed shortly after. “When the Lord of Crime you met spoke, and it wasn’t my voice?”

William might as well have dropped a bomb inside the room, but instead of appearing concerned about it being some kind of test… Sherlock smiled from ear to ear.

“Oh, so you’re curious.”

“I am.” Completely expected given the aforementioned question, one that would be answered pretty quickly.

“Honestly?” His smile remained, and making a small pause was more about creating a bit of ‘suspense’ than it was about choosing the exact words. “Some sort of disappointment.”

As the two of them were sharing the same couch, Sherlock resting his feet on Liam’s lap, he had a front row seat to see his partner tilt his head back and laugh softly.

“Oh, yes? Were you expecting an intense rivalry and or animosity versus classic courting? Something similar to those stories? The thrill of the chase, in every sense of the way?” Now it was his turn to laugh.

“Well… I would be lying if I said it isn’t a tempting possibility. But…” And right then, Sherlock’s expression changed from amusement to fondness. “I’m perfectly fine with what we have right now. More than fine, actually.”

“Besides, it’s not like we didn’t have some of that either. And, needless to say, the feeling is mutual.”

[femboykyo]

Hidden Away From The Crowd

Pairing: William James Moriarty X Trans! OC(Male)

Rated: Mature, smut, dark themes

⚠️Dark themes ahead: trigger warnings if you are sensitive to r@pe, needles, kidnapping, tr@fficking, drug use, misgendering/unintentional misgendering

-if I miss any warnings PLEASE tell me! I think I covered all of them above

The gang is at a party to get info on their latest crime suspect, due to the suspects taste in women, transman oc(Juniper) fits it very well and goes in wearing a disguise. It's not the clothes that bother him it's just the situation. At first William didn't want him to but Juniper insisted. Please enjoy!

It wasn’t hard to tell by looking at Juniper that he was nervous to dance on the main floor. William sneakily wrapped a hand around Juniper’s waist and led him in the dance.

“Liam?” Juniper questioned as he was spun close.

“Just follow me. Focus.” Juniper took in a shaky breath and locked eyes with William. He had to focus, they were there to gather information, he had a role to fill. The whole time they never glanced away from one another. Juniper found that he was following every step, even able to spin and find his footing. William gained a smile and Juniper’s heart fluttered. The two hadn’t noticed that they had been given more space and the crowd had a mix of awe and jealousy at the obvious chemistry they had with one another. When they pulled close, both had let out a breath, noses just barely touching.

“You’re better than you give yourself credit for.”

“It’s only because of you, William.” He was impressed. Juniper had been slowly letting himself come out the longer they were together. There was a gleam at the corner of William’s eye and he glanced over carefully. He leaned closer to Juniper’s ear and whispered since the crowd was coming back together.

“Found her.”

“The target?”

“No, the next victim. Stay close to her once we see the target.”

“Okay, be careful.” The song ended and the two exchanged a bow. Juniper noticed a glint in Wiliam’s gaze.

“You as well, Juni.” The two split and Juniper readjusted his dress nervously. William meanwhile went in a different direction and was face to face with Sherlock.

“Sherly.”

“You danced wonderfully, Liam, as if I expected anything less.” Sherlock handed him a glass of champagne and he took it with a slight nod.

“Anything yet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I don’t know,” Sherlock rolled his eyes, “the case you are doing.” William cursed Sherlock’s brain and sipped the sparkling drink.

“Nothing yet, how about you?”

“Who you are looking for isn’t here yet. He wants to make a grand entrance.”

“Of course, lessen suspicion.”

“Precisely.” Just then the front doors opened and he walked in. A rich young man with brown hair and cold blue eyes. He had rings on almost every finger, a true sign of his wealth.

“Let’s hope Juni can do his part.”

“Have more faith in him, Sherly. He’s been awfully bold today.”

“Certainly if he’s wearing a dress and some makeup.” William ignored his teasing, after all that was mostly what made that man Sherlock. They watched as the rich man known as Master Hutcherson talked with the other guests, mostly the women. William clenched his glass when he glanced at Juniper who was chatting with a few guests with a smile.

“He’s truly so wonderful.” William thought with a soft smile and it made Sherlock hum. His friend was very smart until it came to human feelings. Juniper was laughing with the group when he felt a strong presence behind him. One of the guests looked around him and smiled brightly.

“Master Hutcherson, you’ve decided to come.”

“Well it turned out that my work was a very easy fix.” He turned to Juniper who suddenly felt very intimidated. He almost seemed like a giant predator, like a wolf or bear, and he was just a small trapped animal. Then he remembered that William was nearby and tried to be brave.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Sir.”

“I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman like you at these parties.”

“Well, I just moved here.”

“I see,” Hutcherson took Juniper’s hand and placed a kiss, “may I have your name, Miss?”

“It’s Juniper.”

“What an interesting name. Can I show you something, Miss Juniper?” Juniper’s insides were screaming for help but he just smiled.

“Of course.” Juniper took his extended arm and was led away from the group.

“Looks like the plan is working so far. Suppose I owe you an apology Li-” Sherlock paused as William handed him his glass and ran off to follow the two who just left the dance hall. Sherlock set the glasses on the table nearby and followed.

“You know, I know almost everything about this old building, like when it was first being built they installed a secret passage so that should a fire happen you could sneak out without getting harmed.” The mention of such a thing sent chills down Juniper’s arms. Maybe he was yet again being kidnapped and was going to be taken there. He didn’t know how many knew about such a thing. He didn’t know if William knew.

“That’s very helpful.”

“It is.” They walked on down the hall, each step making Juniper more and more scared. Oftentimes he looked back to see if anyone was around.

“Looking for someone?”

“Not at all, My Lord, I was simply admiring the architecture.” He lied but the man bought it. Finally they reached a room with double oak doors.

“What’s this?” Juniper asked.

“This, my sweetheart, is what I wanted to show you.” He opened one of the doors and let Juniper inside first. When he got inside, his eyes widened. It was just a simple office with pens and papers on the desk, some bookshelves off to the side, but what caught Juniper’s eyes was a needle filled with a milky substance inside. The door clicked and he whipped his head around.

“What are you doing?”

“You know, foreigners are such a rare gift, especially beautiful ones.” Juniper froze as he was approached and a hand caressed his face.

“All the women here are so predictable and bland. Give them something they want and they’ll do anything. I wonder, though, is it the same for foreign women?” He was terrified and he was also angry with himself, he wanted to be brave but this just took him back to when he was first kidnapped. Hutcherson played with some of Juniper’s hair, his fingers brushing his back, only tugging slightly at the zipper. Juniper put his hands on Hutcherson’s chest and shoved him a bit.

“I-I think you have the wrong idea. I’m not interested in such things.” He just chuckled and went back, this time pinning Juniper to the desk, his wrists in the man’s strong grip.

“Every woman desires to be taken by a man. To be filled with ecstasy.”

“Please, let me go. I’m sure there’s someone else you can-” Juniper lost all words when he felt a hand lift his leg and grab his thigh.

“Don’t be so shy.” His wet lips kissed Juniper’s porcelain colored thigh and nudged the hem of the dress off to kiss more.

“Someone help me.” Juniper thought with tears in his eyes.

“William… Please.” Just when Juniper was going to cry out, the locked doors were slammed and he was set free. Juniper snapped out of his daze and took in an audible breath.

“Master Hutcherson, I wasn’t aware the party was here.” William said coolly.

“Moriarty, I should’ve known you would be here.”

“Yet here you are, forcing yourself on innocent women.”

“Oh come now, Master William, women were only made to benefit men like ourselves.” He laughed and William saw red.

“William…” Juniper called weakly from the desk. This surprised the man.

“This woman knows you, Moriarty?” He stayed quiet and the man laughed again.

“Now it makes sense, you should’ve just said so, Master William. She must be such a seductress, what else to expect from a foreigner.” A fist connected with the man’s jaw and he was sent stumbling. He held his jaw and glared at William who straightened himself up.

“Men like you make me sick.” Was all he said as he walked up to Hutcherson, his hand grabbing the first thing it found, the needle. Sherlock came running in and went over to Juniper. He grabbed the disoriented man and ran out the room to let William release his steam.

“Sherlock… I got scared.”

“It’s alright. Demons like that can be intimidating.” Sherlock led Juniper to the gardens, the cool air cleansing his senses, the wooden bench inviting.

“Will you be alright by yourself when I go to Liam?” Juniper nodded as fresh tears filled his eyes. The detective jogged off back inside and Juniper grasped at a shaky breath. He choked on a sob as the memory resurfaced.

“Juni?” William was in front of Juniper and on his knees. His hands carefully took Juniper’s and he cried.

“I-I was so scared… I tried to… I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it wasn’t your fault, Juni. I shouldn’t have let you two leave the dance hall. I shouldn't have asked you to do such a thing.” Juniper sniffled and looked at William who seemed so forlorn. He freed a hand and placed it on William’s cheek.

“I wanted to. I wanted to be strong enough.”

“You were very brave, Juni.” William sat next to him on the bench and Juniper instantly laid his head on his shoulder.

“William?”

“Yes, Darling?”

“I want to go home.”

“Alright, let’s go then.” William stood up and Juniper took his hand in his and they walked to the front to their coach. When they got home, William instructed the coachman to go back for his brothers, while Juniper went to the bathroom. William walked in to see him struggling with the dress zipper with tears. Calmly he took the zipper from Juniper and unzipped the dress.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Darling.” Juniper finished undressing and sat in the tub with a sigh.

“Shall I join you, Darling?”

“Please.” William slowly took off his clothes, his smile growing as he noticed Juniper watching him. He sat in the tub, the water spilling out slightly and onto the tiled floor, and he placed Juniper in his lap.

“What do you think you’re doing, Liam?” Juniper asked with a fresh smile, his tears almost dry. William kissed the small man’s lips and hummed with mischief in his red eyes.

“Whatever my Darling wants me to do.”

“Mm… Is that so?”

“Indeed.” They shared a kiss and another and one more before Juniper moved from William’s lap and turned around, his ass in the air and his pussy presented to William.

“Such a shameless man.” Juniper swayed

his hips and William pounced on Juniper, his lips latching to his neck. It stung a little but Juniper liked the feeling and almost lost his grip on the edge of the tub. More water splashed onto the floor but neither cared.

“The only thing you’ll remember today is my name.”

“Yes, Master.” Juniper moaned as William teasingly pulled out and slammed back in. He did this for only a little while before Juniper whimpered and tried to thrust himself back to meet him.

“Liam, please don’t tease me.”

“Good boy, remembering his manners.” Juniper moaned at the praise and the pace was picked up. William used a hand to grab at Juniper’s meaty hip and the other played with Juniper’s nipple. He pinched and rolled it between his fingers and Juniper’s eyes rolled at the stimulation. There was only so much he could take from the man and he was close to unraveling beneath him. By now the carpet was soaked from the bath water and the others were just coming home but they were still too focused on each other to notice. As soon as the others had heard Juniper cry out they decided to go out somewhere for dinner. William held Juniper up with an arm as he shook somewhat violently from his orgasm, William’s cum filling up Juniper’s pussy.

[shall-we-die]

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How would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around?)

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↬|Albert|

Albert is very good at hiding how he actually feels. He'd obviously be disappointed about it- He'd take their rejection with a polite shrug, and a smile. He'd try to be encouraging, and try to get them to reconsider, but once it's a firm 'no' he'd back off almost immediately. He's not going to insist on a no! He'd be upset about it, but try to take it with a smile and wish them a good day. Albert's rejection and heartbreak would get worse at night, and he'd mourn in his room, maybe drinking some wine. But he does have his brothers to cheer him up, and he'd try hard to move on from his crush, but it would take him a while. Albert would try to still maintain the same polite distance he usually does, hoping their feelings would change, while subtly trying to get closer to them again when he can. At the same time, he'd be open to different romantic prospects, now that his feelings are one-sided.

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↬|William|

William is usually calm and rational person, but he may get slightly frustrated and emotional if his confession is rejected. However, he will try to hide his emotions and maintain his composure if possible. William believes that intelligence and rationality are his main assets, and he may think that his crush is not smart enough to understand his feelings. He may also get curious about why they rejected him and may try to analyze the situation with logical reasoning. William may try to approach his crush again later on, hoping that they may change their mind or that he can persuade them with his charm and wit. Over time, William may realize that his initial approach may not be the best way to win his crush's heart. He may start to think that showing a softer and more emotional side may appeal to them. William may try to find out more about his crush, such as her interests, dislikes, and things they value in a relationship. He may use this information to tailor his approach and show that he really cares about them as a person, and not just as an idea. William may also get frustrated or discouraged if he feels that his efforts are not paying off.

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↬|Louis|

Louis wouldn’t react with anger if his crush rejects him. Rather, he’d accept her choice with a smile, albeit with a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, and express his hopes that they can remain friends, though a part of him would remain wistful. He would also take some time to process and cope with his emotions, possibly through composing music or engaging in a relaxing activity to find inner comfort. In the days that follow, he might become somewhat more distant and reserved. Although he’d conceal his true feelings, occasionally there would be moments where it shows in his eyes. If she approaches him again, he’d make an effort to be kind and respectful, but would ensure that he doesn’t get too attached once more. He may even attempt to distract himself with further music writing and other creative outlets, as well as spending more time with his brother, whom he trusts the most out of anyone.

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↬|Sebastian|

Sebastian would feel very disappointed by their rejection, which would probably lead him to drink heavily to try and make the feelings of sadness and rejection fade away. He'd try and focus on other things until he's able to accept that his feelings for them wouldn't be reciprocated, and that the best thing to do for both of them would be to just move on and not hold onto his unrequited love for them. He'd probably try and keep to himself for some time, avoiding talking to or interacting with them as much as he can. He'd also probably try and spend more time with other people to try and distract himself from thinking about the rejected confession, as well as try to move on and find someone new. He wouldn't go as far as to hate her, and would still try and be friendly if he had to interact with them for a reason, but would most likely be a bit more reserved around them out of embarrassment and sadness over the failed confession.

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↬|Sherlock|

If Sherlock ever got rejected, he'd most likely put on a big, nonchalant display of how "He'd already lost interest and they'd be missing him," or something along those lines to save face in the moment. Inside though? He would be shattered, and definitely go into a period of depression. He's got too much pride to let himself mourn over it though, so he'd mostly try to stay busy and avoid any feelings that may creep in. Though he would make occasional snide remarks about them after that.  He'd certainly never forget about them. To be rejected by them would be a blow to his self-confidence as well since his intelligence is one of the core aspects of his personality. He'd most likely be extra cocky about other things, to pretend he's still that cool, confident guy. There would also for sure be a bit of moping and brooding, mostly late at night. He'd go through the five stages of grief, though he may skip straight to anger to try and get it all out of his system faster.

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↬|John|

When his crush rejects his confession, he'd be a bit dejected, but not entirely surprised. He'd probably say something along the lines of "I had a feeling" or "I expected that outcome." John often tends to keep his cards close to his chest when it comes to his emotions. However, a small part of him might still hope that they'll one day change their mind or realise their feelings for him. He'll ultimately accept their decision and carry on as usual, though he might need some time to process his feelings in private. After getting rejected, John might find himself questioning why they didn't feel the same way he did. He might wonder if there was something he could have done differently, or even if something was wrong with him. These doubts will eat away at him, even though he won't let it show. He'll try to distract himself by focusing on his work and throwing himself into whatever hobby he's currently fixated on. He might also seek advice from friends or family on how to deal with the situation or even try to date someone else to move on.

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[lledron]

Louis Albert James Moriarty smut NSFW

15 year old me: I don't like incest My 30+ year old self: I like complicated sibling relationships, but not toxic and healthy (looking at you KlausxRebecka)

Albert kissed Louis's abs slowly. His brother squeezed the pillows into his hands and stifled a groan. Albert quickly went on to kiss Louis's scars. "You are beautiful…my swan, my angel" Albert said. Louis blushed deliciously and when Albert was inside him he spoke: "I want to build a home in you, Louis." Between each thrust, each caress, Albert had only one thing on his mind: Anywhere Louis was would be home.

[eliasorchard]

moriarty the patriot — masterlist

★ : fluff [♡] angst [✧] smut [✩] long fics [✿] hcs [๑]

smudge of love & lipstick - ft. william ♡

s/o that loves swords - ft. william ๑

you run a flower shop - ft. william ♡

you deserve some love & rest - ft. william ✩

first time - ft. albert ✩

fool with the slowest heart - ft. albert ✧

her and her darkness ♡ & ✧

shall we share an umbrella? - ft. william ✧

bondage - ft. william ✩

the earth is still warm from you - ft. william ✧