#ler!william

[fluffyficsanddreams]

Still My Little Boy

Summary: Teenaged Michael thinks he's too cool for something as "childish as tickling"... William thinks that is an absolutely heinous crime, and eventually, a certain little brother decides to join in.

This was requested by anon, so whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this!!

It was about 7:30 in the evening at the Afton household when a loud slam was heard throughout the house. That was the front door, slammed by William's oldest son who had just returned from a hangout with his friends. Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the living room. Unbeknownst to his family, he had just fought with his buddies—and it wasn't just that usual argument you have over ice cream flavors or music taste. After that fight, he wasn't sure he'd talk to his friends again.

Michael jumped as he saw his father walk into the room, a confused expression on his face, alerted by the door slam. "Michael? You said you'd be back at 9, it's only 7. Did something happen?" William asked, taking off his rubber gloves that he used while he worked downstairs on whatever new mechanic parts. Michael swallowed, not wanting to tell his father about what had just went down between him an his friends—why should he? That was his business, after all—but William couldn't help feeling concerned at the anxious expression on Michael's face. Walking toward his son, William placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike, what's wrong? You can trust me, alright?" He asked again, but Michael stayed silent, not making eye contact with his father. He was born stubborn, and once he was set on not doing something, he absolutely refused to do that thing—and William knew that. Although... his father was aware of one time-tested method to get things out of his son...

William chuckled and took Michael into his signature dad-hug, and his son exhaled, letting himself relax a little in his father's embrace. "Mike, I can tell when you're upset. I promise, you can tell me anything." William murmured, rubbing his son's back with a comforting hand. Michael, being his stubborn self, still refused to open his mouth.

"Michaael... you know what happens when you don't tell me somethiiiing." William cooed, to which Michael tilted his head to look up at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and his father actually chuckled. "Don't tell me you forgot about the ol' tickle monster, didja?" William asked, a smirk on his face. Michael groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving at his father's hands. "Daaad, you know I'm too old for that dumb stuff." His son sighed, to which William placed a hand on his chest and gasped in mock surprise. "Whatever on Earth are you talking about? You're never too old for that 'dumb stuff', since you'll always be my baby boy." William replied dramatically, and he began to poke and prod at Michael's sides. The teen started to squirm in his father's arms, tiny half-stifled snickers escaping him.

"Hmmm... I thought you were too old for your dad's tickles, you shouldn't be affected!" William teased, scribbling 8 fingers over Michael's lower sides. "Pfftdahahahad! Nahahahaha!" His son broke into a fit of laughter, writhing in his father's grasp. William had to hold on a little more than he'd used to, as Mike had naturally grown stronger with age—but that, of course, didn't stop him. "Dahahahahad! St-stohohop!" The teen protested, feeling his legs giving way as the tickling weakened him, resorting to holding himself up by leaning against William which eventually led to the two basically melting to the floor. "I'm not stopping until you tell me what's wrong!"

Now laying on the floor, Michael kicked out his feet as William continued his tickle-monster attack, poking at his son's stomach rapidly with a couple fingers, causing Mike to snort between laughs—one of his signature things, his family could recognize Michael's snorts from a mile away.

Due to this, Michael's younger brother walked into the room having heard all the noise. Evan looked astonished at what was unfolding on the floor, as he'd never seen his tough, brash older brother laughing so hard. He giggled, approaching the scene. "Papa, what's going on?" Evan asked, a wide, amused smile on his face. William looked up at his second son with a smirk as he continued to tickle his oldest to bits. "Well, he may not have ever told you, but your brother here is ridiculously ticklish."

"AHAHaham noHOHot!" Michael shouted in protest, cut off by his own cackle as William vibrated his fingers into his stomach. Evan giggled, walking toward his brother and sitting next to him on the floor.

“You know, Mikey, I think I should get you back for all those times you tickled me,” He spoke, to which his older brother shot his eyes open at him and tried to glare at him before squeezing them shut again in his laughter. “Dahahohohon’t you DAHAHARE!” Michael threatened, Evan not at all intending to listen to him and sitting up by his head, shoving his hands into his brother’s underarms, earning a screech and newfound cackles.

William winked at his second son with a chuckle. “You see, bud, what you wanna do is scribble all your fingers at the same time, like this.” Their father suggested, showing Evan what he was talking about by scribbling 8 fingers between Michael’s ribs, causing the teen to arch his spine as far as it could go before crashing back down again. Evan nodded eagerly, a bright smile on his face as he imitated what William had just shown him in his older brother’s armpits, not expecting the loud shrieking that came out of Michael’s mouth. He was almost alarmed, but he shrugged it off when he saw how brightly his brother was smiling and laughing. It was a rare sight, but Evan and William both wished that they could see it more.

“Okay, Evan, do you want to see something cool?”

“Yeah!”

Michael’s eyes shot open once again as he immediately realized what his father was referring to. “Nonononono! Don’t, please don’t!” He begged, nervous giggling pouring past his lips already. William pretended to think about for a moment, holding a hand to his chin.

“Hmm… let’s see… no!” His father replied mischievously before pulling Michael’s shirt up, and taking a deep breath…

“PBBPHBPPBBT!”

“YAAAHAHAHAHA!”

Michael actually screamed before letting out the loudest cackles Evan had ever heard. William’s signature thing was raspberries, of course! Evan knew that from his own experiences. Now Michael was practically a red-faced, cackling, snorting puddle.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOKAHAY! I GIHIVE UP! I’LL TEHEHELL YOU!” The teen finally screeched, and William lifted his hands from his son’s body and let Michael out from underneath his grip. Evan giggled as he watched his older brother gasping for breath, his face flushed red and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Mikey, we should do that more.” Evan smiled, to which Mike shot a glare at him and growled, “Shut it.” He was trying to be intimidating, but the wobbly smile that split his face gave him away completely.

“Hey, be nice to your brother. Now, tell me what was wrong.” William prompted, placing a hand on his oldest’s shoulder. Michael exhaled, having regained most of his composure, and recounted some of the fight he’d had to his father.

“I’m sorry, bud. But hey, friends come and go. Just know that I’ll always be here for ya, alright? Your old man loves you.” William told him, taking him into a gentle hug. Michael exhaled in his embrace, wrapping his own arms around his dad. The teen felt his younger brother hug him from behind, and a small smile crossed his face.

He wouldn’t trade these moments for the world.

[trashyswitch]

Day 20: Tease

William and Henry are working, when Will notice Henry's feeling off. Determined to figure out what's wrong, Will goes to every length to tease him into telling him what's bothering him.

Well...It's November...Oops...Been hit with school work as of late, and no time on my hands. Sorry about how late it was, and I hope you enjoy.

Henry was currently putting his tools back into his toolbox. He had just fixed how Foxy’s hook was sitting on his wrist, and made sure the hook was still able to move around without any issue. With that done and everything back in its rightful place, Henry closed his toolbox, latched the lock and picked it up. 

“Whoa there, Henry.” Someone spoke up nearby. 

Henry looked up, and looked to who was standing beside him: It was William…and he was holding a wrench in his hand. 

“I think you forgot something.” William told him. 

Henry was a little taken aback at first, but took the wrench anyway and looked at the bottom. Sure enough, the wrench had the word [Emily] etched onto it. “Oh! Thanks Will.” He told him before putting the wrench into his toolbox. 

“Your beard is getting along really well.” William mentioned. 

“Yeah…It is.” Henry replied, starting to walk out of the room. 

“What’s wrong?” William asked him. 

“Nothing.” Henry replied. 

“Oh come on…” William caught up beside him and looked at him. “I can tell something’s bothering you.” He told him. 

“Oh yeah?” Henry muttered, walking down the hall. “How so?” 

“Well for one, you’re not giving me your full attention.” William replied, poking his shoulder. 

“So what?” Henry reacted, pushing his hand away. 

“You also haven’t eaten anything in about 5 hours.” William told him. 

“You mean since my break?” Henry clarified, looking at him with a look of irritation. 

William’s worried look increased. “Okay…” He grabbed a chair and pushed it up behind him. “Sit.” William told him. 

“Will-” Henry tried to protest, but was gently pushed back into the rolling chair. “Dude!” William grabbed his own rolling chair, and sat down in front of him. “Tell me what’s bothering you.” 

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Henry muttered. 

“That’s what they all say right before they explode.” William mentioned. 

“I’m not a volcano.” Henry mumbled. 

“I never mentioned anything like that.” William replied. 

Henry’s face softened a little. 

“Do I have to start guessing?” Will asked. 

Henry sighed and sat back, scratching his beard and shaking his head in response. 

“Fine…” William looked Henry up and down before wheeling the chair closer with his feet. “Is it your wife?” Will asked. 

“No.” Henry replied. 

“Alright…Good.” Will responded. 

Henry looked down, trying to avert his eyes. It looked like Henry REALLY wanted to say it, but just…couldn’t for some reason. 

William noticed this, and leaned forward somewhat. “Yoo hoo?” William called, waving his hand at him. “Hellooooo?” He called next before booping his nose. “Boop!” 

“Dude…” Henry grumbled, looking away. 

William leaned back slightly, and stuck his bottom lip out like a child. “What’s de matter?” He asked in a childish voice. 

“Nothing…is wrong.” Henry spat. 

“Ooooh, so I’m right! There IS something!” William reacted. 

Henry raised an eyebrow. “What part of ‘nothing is wrong’ do you not understand?” 

William looked at Henry with a little smug look on his face. “...Every part.” 

Henry scoffed. “Clearly.” He muttered. 

William smirked and booped his nose again. “Boop!” Will cooed. He booping his left cheek with another “boop!” sound, before booping his right cheek with one more “Boop!” sound effect. 

“Will, stop…” Henry warned. 

But William’s smile only widened as he booped his nose one more time. “Boooooooooop-” 

“WILL!” Henry pushed Will’s rolling chair back with his foot, sending Will flying in the opposite direction. 

William was laughing, even as the chair hit the back wall. “Ohoho my god, that was priceless!” He reacted. 

“You like pissing me off?!” Henry raised his voice slightly. “Yeheah! Are you kidding me?! I love it!” William replied. 

Henry dropped his jaw. “Wha- WHY?!” He yelled. 

“Cause it’s cute!” William replied with a giggle. 

Henry’s angry look softened into confusion. “Excuse me-...What?” He reacted, puzzled. 

“You heard me~” Will teased him. 

“Did I? Cause I don’t think I heard you loud enough.” Henry muttered. 

“Oooooh, is that sooo?” Will giggled. “Looks like I’ll have to say it again~” He sing-songed. “I said that your reactions…” Will wheeled his own chair closer to Henry and booped his nose again. “Are cute.” Will finished his sentence. 

Henry slowly narrowed his eyes. “...Elaborate.” Henry ordered. 

“Happily!” William brought himself a little closer and placed his hands onto Henry’s shoulders. “You are an adorable person.” William told him. “Your quirks just SCREAM ‘cute’! The way you dance on the spot when Madonna comes on the radio, the way you hold your tools in your mouth when you’re multitasking…” He leaned in and placed his hands against his cheeks. “The way you practically melt whenever your wife plays with your stubble…” William proceeded to do the very thing his wife does, which made Henry close his eyes and hum with a little smile. “Like- you’d have to be the most psychopathic person on the planet, to not react to this!” William reacted, gently scratching his beard. 

“Wihill…” Henry muttered. “What have I told you about playing with my beard?” He asked. 

“You told me not to ‘until it’s fully grown in’. Tell me Henry:” William scratched under his chin, earning a giggle from his friend. “Is this not grown enough for you?” Will asked him. 

“Wihihill-!” Henry grabbed his wrists and snorted as he tried to turn his head away. “Ihihit’s not! Ihihit stihill ticklehehes!” Henry told him. 

Will laughed a bit as he scratched with only one hand. “Did you think that growing more hair would make you less ticklish?” William asked in a higher-pitched voice. 

“Yehehes, actually!” Henry gently removed his hand from his chin. “I thought having a layer of hair would hide my neck.” Henry admitted. 

Will raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He reacted as he placed both his hands on his cheeks and jawline. “And how’s that going for you?” William asked with a giggle. 

Henry squeaked and lifted his shoulders up. “Dohohon’t!” Henry giggled. Whenever he would try to hide one side of his neck, Will would only tickle the exposed side. “Eeheheeheehee!” Henry snorted and hid the other side. “Stahahahap!” He almost pleaded in a high-pitched voice. 

“What’s the matter, pupper?” Will teased in his baby voice. “Does someone like the scritchie-scratchies?” He asked. 

Henry snorted again. “Fuck ohohohoff…” He tried to push his hand away, but found himself too weak to do so. 

“Trying sooo hard to stop the tickles! But what appears to be stopping you?” Will asked. 

“Yohohohou’re sohohoho meehehean!” Henry whined. 

“Awww, isn’t this ADORable!” William reacted rather excitedly. “Does de gwumpy Henry LIKE the tickles?!” Will asked. 

“NOHO IHI DOHOHON’T!” Henry yelled. But despite his protests, Henry wasn’t doing anything to stop him! The evidence of the former was already more than clear: He seemed to like being pet like a happy puppy.

“I think he dooooes!” William cheered. “Is this…” Will gasped. “Is this secretly the reason? The reason why Henry grew out a beard?” He asked. “NO NO NO- IHIHIHIT’S NOHOT!” Henry yelled. 

“Because who- and I mean WHO…could possibly believe that Wifey Emily and Playful Afton can keep their hands off you when you have a FLUFFY FACE?!” William continued to tease in the most babyish voice he could muster. 

“YOHOHOU’RE SUCH A LIHIHIARRHRR!” Henry yelled. 

William gasped and dropped his jaw. “exCUSE ME?!” William retreated his fingers and crossed his arms in a fake pout. “What a mean thing to say!” He reacted. “Willy is angry now.” He moped. 

Henry’s giggles calmed down, as his dopey little smile dropped into a confused, yet…sad look on his face. “What?” He muttered. “Will…” 

“Mm mm.” William shook his head. “Ignoring you.” Will grumbled. 

Henry looked at Will with a look of pure annoyance on his face…before sighing and softening his face. “Fine…I’m sorry for calling you a liar…” He apologized. “...And a meanie…”  He added. 

William slowly looked at Henry with a hopeful look. “Are you gonna admit it?” He asked. 

Henry raised an eyebrow. “Huh?” He tilted his head. “Admit what?” 

Will slowly uncrossed his arms. “Admit that you grew a beard because you secretly like face scratches, specifically chin scratches because they tickle and make you feel good?” William explained. 

Henry’s face grew more calm and put-together…before a smile grew onto his face. “Ohokay…Maybe I did grow a beard because I like cheek massages…” He admitted. “Or as you put it…‘face scratches’.” Henry added. 

William smiled brightly. “Are you feeling better?” Will asked. 

Henry nodded. “Yeah…” 

“So what was bothering you?” Will asked. 

Henry chuckled. “That, actually…My wife doesn’t realize why I grew the beard out…she touches my beard, but she doesn’t scratch it like you did…” Henry admitted. 

William smiled. “All you gotta do is ask, buddy…” Will told him. “And if you can do that…then maybe you’ll get what you want.” He finished. 

“Can…Can you…” Henry grabbed Will’s hand and placed it against his own cheek. “Do it again?” 

Will hung his head with laughter, before nodding. “Sure, buddy.” He replied as he scratched his beard again. “I guess I was right: The beard is quite soft.” Will admitted with a giggle. 

[gamequeenanya]

Brainstorming Ideas (Ler!William, Lee!Henry)

Summary: Henry feels like no matter what, he can't hold on to an idea he likes cause it brings him no joy. Perhaps William can fix that? (Pre-FNAF 4) (Tickle fic)

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Working in his lab, Henry wiped away some sweat that had gathered on his forehead. He'd been working all day on ideas, but felt crushed by the realization that as soon as he wrote them down, they meant nothing to him.

William came in, big smile on his face. He patted Henry on the back.

"It's been a fine day, old chum!" He clicked his tongue as he looked at Henry's blueprints. "A snake animatronic? Really? We want to draw children in, not scare their mothers away!"

Henry sighed. "I know… I'm sorry, William. I just haven't been able to think of a good idea recently."

Putting his hands on his hips, William looked at him skeptically. "Is that so? Well, perhaps I can help out. What's been troubling you?"

He hesitated for a second, distrusting William for an instant. Did he really want William to know? … Well, he had no real reason to mistrust William, given he'd never steered him wrong in the past. He shook those feelings away.

"It-it's my wife. She says I've been spending too much time with Charlie and that Sammy needs my attention too." He tapped his fingers on the desk, getting into a rhythm. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. "I suppose she's right… Perhaps we should all have a picnic together or something. What do you think?"

William thought about it and nodded. "That sounds splendid."

"So, yeah. I'll call her before I get out of work."

Leaning closer, William hummed. "Perhaps you should relax more. It's a stuffy garage in here. You need a fan so you do not overheat."

Henry nodded. "You're right…" He laughed. "Hah! That never crossed my mind."

William got even closer, tapping his fingers on Henry's sides. "And you know? You also need to laugh more. It gets the creativity flowing!"

"Ha! Hahah!" He laughed, pushing at William's fingers. "Stahahp!"

"Aw, you are ticklish~! How very convenient."

"WILLIAHAHAHAHAM!" He squealed, as the fingers dug into his sides more.

"Yes, dear Henry?" He said smugly.

"HAHAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAAAH!" He finally pushed his hands away, breathing heavily. "William! A-are you sure about that…?"

"Hmmm? Sure about what?"

Henry looked at him seriously. "You said that laughing helps the creativity flow. Is that true…?"

William shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm not a doctor." He slowly tickled the back of his neck, making him hide it between his shoulders. "What I do know… Hm. Is that when I am feeling happy, I feel more inspired to do my creations. After my family and I had a tickle fight for instance, it improved my mood and helped me think of the idea for Spring Bonnie! I'm not a psychiatrist… All I know is that it worked for me."

Henry blushed, a little embarrassed. "Hah! W-well alright. Uh, William? Do you think you could do that again? Maybe you're right…"

Coming in again, William tapped his fingers along his ribs, making sure he did it carefully and methodically. This was enough to have Henry wrap his arms around himself and curl up.

"HAAHAHAAHAAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAAP! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAEASE!"

"There is no stopping the tickle monster! Rawr!" He said childishly, with a T-Rex grin. Swirling circles now, he moved up and down his ribs even faster.

"HAHAAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAAA! NAHAHAAHAT THAHAHAHAAHAT!"

"Hmm…" William thought. "Perhaps we should name an animatronic, "Squealing Henry"!"

"DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN'T!" He whined.

"Yes! Actually I like that idea. I'm writing it down right now!" He moved and carefully slipped his shoes and socks off. Then he put his feet into a headlock. Next, he picked up a marker from the desk and wrote down the words "Squealing Henry" on both his feet. It was a fine tip marker, so the tickles were more than effective.

Blushing, Henry kicked, but knew he couldn't get loose if he tried. "HAHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEHEHEEHEHEHEHAN!"

"Oh? Just like how it was mean when you wrote on my feet during that New Year's Party?"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEE! IHIHIHIT WAS FOUR NUMBERS!!!" He protested. William nodded.

"Four numbers? Indeed. Four numbers on each foot. Um, what was it again? 1982: the same year we founded this company. 1982… Hmmm… I think we should write that down."

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAA!" Henry squealed again as William wrote the year "1982" on each foot. After he was done, he put the marker down and admired his work.

"Hmm… Nah. I don't think this will work." William looked at the writing critically. "Squealing Henry 1982? What was I thinking??"

And then William got a wet washcloth nearby and scrubbed the ink off. Henry shrieked and squawked, holding his stomach and kicking.

"HAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAAA! WILLIAM!!!!"

"Hahaha! Well, what can you do?" He shrugged nonchalantly. Finishing up, he tossed the washcloth aside. Henry caught his breath, lying on the floor. "At least you experienced the rush of creativity flowing through your veins!"

After a while, Henry had recovered enough to get up.

"You're right…" he said. "W-well, I think that's quite enough! Hah haah… T-thanks."

William nodded, and wrapped his arms around Henry, hugging him tight.

"Good luck, and remember Henry: you're my best friend."

He smiled. "You're mine too."

"No one else's."

"Of course."

Letting go, William waved goodbye to Henry, who waved back with a smile. He stood by the doorway a while after he left, and wondered if it would work. This idea of his.

So Henry set to work, now with a happy energy flowing through him, and came up with four basic animatronic designs he liked. He wasn't sure if it would be their final draft, but it was an idea he still smiled at after he got it on paper. And maybe that was enough.

[rachi-roo]

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Moriarty The Patriot: Escape Artist

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

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

Lee!Sherlock, Ler!William

Tw: Light restraints

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what if you can't?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Damn ihit!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oho! Was that a snort, Sherlock?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Four.

Three.

Two.

One-

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I loveee thisss. Bonus! Savage Louis is the best man! You've written him perfectly! I like me some savage Louis haha

A Series Of Deductions (Moriarty The Patriot)

Welp, here it is folks. I'm officially a William/Sherlock shipper! (is anyone surprised?)

Heyo everyone! I've been making good strides with Moriarty lately- both with the manga and anime- so much so that I've finally got the inspiration to finish this fic! Credit to a lovely friend of mine here that helped me bring this fic to life! I hope y'all like it as much as I did writing it!

CW: Drinking

Summary: Through a series of accidental turned intentional events, William finds himself in quite the peculiar situation

It wasn’t uncommon to find William James Moriarty among the common folk.

Despite being an aristocrat with the privilege to spend his time at the finest gentleman clubs, the young professor made it a point to frequent the smaller pubs and shops around town. 

Some would say they were simply convenience- most were walking distance from the university, perfect for a drink after those late nights grading. 

Others said he enjoyed the people- anywhere you looked he was chatting up the locals, sharing advice for their various problems and learning little bouts of gossip around town.

Both statements were true, along with other factors.

“Ah, late today, Professor? And here I was starting to think you’ve grown bored of our evening meetings.” Sherlock grinned around a cigarette as William sat beside him, a tad breathless from the run. “Winded too. That excited to see me?”

“Oh hush…I hadn’t intended it, but it seemed sleep got the better of me.” William confessed, a small blush staining his cheeks as he ordered his usual from the bartender. He needed to sleep more; how unprofessional would it be if one of his students found him passed out at his desk, ink staining his cheek?

Not to mention the dream he had while sleeping…a certain long haired detective invading his dreams like a virus.

“Pfft, you, sleeping at your desk? Oh man, I wish I was there!” Sherlock laughed  like a child, slapping a hand on the bar as he threw his head back in mirth. “Remind me to swing by the classroom one of these evenings- I just might catch you. Do you talk in your sleep? What secrets would you share, I wonder…”

“You’re dreaming yourself now, Mr. Holmes.” William shook his head with a small laugh, taking his drink. He was grateful for the large glass; he hoped it hid his mortification at the thought of Sherlock finding him in such a state. “Though if you’re interested in sitting in one of my lectures, you’re free to do so. I’ll be sure to adjust the lecture plan so you can keep up. Does basic addition sound good?”

“Cheeky, aren’t ya?” Sherlock huffed, reaching out without thinking. His finger jabbed William’s side, twisting some upon contact. “And after being late! I’d outta-”

“Heeh!”

Both men froze, Sherlock’s eyes wide in surprise as William’s face flushed a pretty shade of red.

“What was-”

“Nothing.”

“Certainly you’re not-”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Professor…” Sherlock started to grin once more, eyes dancing. “Don’t tell me, you’re ticklish aren’t you?”

William stared him down, debating on how he’d go about this. Denying it would only prompt further investigation, while admitting to it…well, that’d also lead to investigation.

My, he was- to put it in the most Moran-esque way possible- screwed.

His options limited, he finished his drink, slipping his pay plus a tip to the bartender as he smiled at the detective. Leaning against the bar casually, he told him only one thing.

“Catch me, if you can, Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock’s shocked expression was a blur as he bolted from his seat, evading tables and flying out the door before anyone could react. Behind him was wind as he ran, a laugh breaking free from his voice as he heard Sherlock yell something inaudible after him. He felt like a child at that moment, running away like how he ran from Jack with his brothers when lessons proved to be slow. It was exhilarating.

It was only when he got halfway home did he realize he completely forgot about his schoolbag.

~~~

“William, we have a visitor.” Louis’ expression was grim, as if he encountered a rather large spider while tidying up the manor. “Or I should say, you have a visitor. I have a pest.”

“Ah, so Mr. Holmes learned of our address?” William struggled to fight down the laugh in his voice at his brother’s dismay. “I believe I know what business he has with me. I’ll meet him at the door, no need to set anything out.”

“If you’re worried I’d poison him, you shouldn’t. Imagine the mess that’d leave.” Louis tsked, shaking his head in disgust. “We’d never remove the stains.”

“Glad to know you're prioritizing the estate, brother.” William smiled as he stood, making his way towards the door. “We’d never survive without you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’d find a way.” Louis waved him off, hiding the flattered smile on his lips with a turn of his face. “Go now before he decides to scale the windows.”

~~

When William arrived, Sherlock was standing alone at the door, William’s schoolbag in hand. “Morning, Professor.” He greeted with an easy grin, nodding at the man’s dressing robe. “Seems you’ve slept in today.”

“Oh this old thing? I prefer staying comfortable for as long as possible, that’s all. No need to dress up for grading.” William eyed his schoolbag curiously; there were no indications someone tried to pry it open, and everything seemed as intact as it was the other day. “You brought my bag?”

“Yeah, couldn’t just leave it there after you took off like a bat out of hell.” There was no resentment or anger in his voice. Sherlock sounded far too amused by the whole ordeal as he held up the bag, wiggling it some. “Come now, take it.”

“I really should apologize, Mr. Holmes. That was rather unsightly of me.” William shook his head as he walked over, taking the bag in question. “Not to mention rude. I’ll avoid leaving so abruptly in our future meetings.”

“Future meetings? You still want to meet up?” Sherlock sounded surprised. William couldn’t tell you why that oddly hurt.

“Apologies, I shouldn’t assume.” William smiled tightly as he stepped back, bag in hand. “Thank you for bringing this to me, Mr. Holmes. I’ll take my leave now-”

“Hold on, hold on! You’re as quick with your assumptions as you are with those feet.” Sherlock waved off his goodbye, making the blonde pause. “I’d still like to meet with you, evenings have never felt more fun, you know? Given Watson’s constant nagging of my habits and Miss Hudson going on about the rent or my latest experiment-which I’ll have you know went completely…” The detective cleared his throat when he realized he was rambling. “Point standing; I’d like to continue these evening meetings together…if you’ll have me.”

“My, bashful aren’t we?” William chuckled, even as that last bit of phrasing made something in his chest unravel. “Of course, Mr. Holmes. I’d like that.”

They stood in the hall for a moment more, quiet as they both looked for something to say. This was feeling less and less like a short meeting between men and more like two children declaring their love. William grasped at something to say, but came up blank. Instead, an idea he’d been nursing came to light.

“Well, I should be off then? Same spot at the bar as always, ol’ chap?” Sherlock nodded, turning to the door and heading out.

“Mr.Holmes, before you go. Answer me this?” William called out to him, making Sherlock turn. “Yesterday you inquired about my own sensitivities. I wanted to ask..are you perhaps ticklish?”

It was brief, but a flash of panic Sherlock’s eyes before melting back into a thoughtful expression. That was all William needed to confirm his suspicions. “Am I now? Well, Professor.” Sherlock grinned as he made his way out the door, eyes dancing. “You’ll just have to find out for yourself, won’t you?”

With that, the door clicked shut, leaving William standing there a tad breathless.

“Evenings with Sherlock Holmes?” Moran’s voice cut through his surprise, making him turn. “So that’s where you’ve been?”

“I’d give it a month.” Bonde nodded beside him, something knowing in their expression.

“Half of that, given how direct William is.” Moran shared a grin with his companion.

“If you two are so eager to snoop, might I inquire about your mission details?” William asked cooly, taking small satisfaction in the way they squirmed. “I take it you two haven’t actually gotten to it yet, have you?”

“Heading out now, Will!” Moran reassured, moving past the blonde with Bonde on his heels. “When you hear from us again, we’ll have information for days!”

“Yes. Oh, and William.” Bonde turned one last glance at him as they passed, eyes glittering. “He’s rather fond of brandy. Takes any immediate worries right off his mind. He’d be more focused on…important things.” They winked just as Moran dragged them out the door, leaving a wide eyed William standing by once again, this time his cheeks a tad pink.

~~~

It wasn’t long before the whole tickling thing became part of their evenings together.

Occasionally, without much warning, Sherlock would find ways to poke and prod William’s side whenever they sat at the bar together. It was never longlasting- short little jabs that briefly shocked him back to reality if he started to space out or grew lost in thought. The detective would giggle like a child whenever he did it, the soft sound unfairly charming.

Of course, William wasn’t the type to take such jabs without a fight. It hadn’t taken long before he started returning the favor, sneaking little prods and pokes into Sherlock’s ribs whenever he walked by towards his seat or on his way out. It never failed to get quite the reaction from him- Sherlock would all but fly out of his seat, cheeks dusting a bright pink before his glare melted away into something William couldn’t quite describe.

Their silly game didn’t remain at the bar. In cases they ended up taking together by chance or the impromptu meetup on trains or parties, they had found ways to subtly jab at each other. Never during important times of course, but rather during the quiet hours when stress was lingering. The blonde would be lying if he said he didn’t find the little pokes reminding him of Sherlock’s presence comforting. It was a nice way to step out of the Lord of Crimes mindset and into his own. Into “Liam” as Sherlock would put it.

Accidental meetings turned into more commonplace like the bar, and before long it wasn’t unlikely to see London’s most prominent detective side by side with the bewitching Mathematician; the two of them laughing about whatever as they wandered home, Sherlock pink from alcohol and William all but dragging him back to his home. If rumors existed regarding the details of their relationship, William didn’t know. He preferred not to think about that. It was bad enough his fellow crime consultants were wagging brows at him and tossing out offhanded advice regarding Holmes (and of course- Louis scowling at the name); the idea of the whole town whispering about it…

“Oi, you’ve gone quiet, Professor.” A poke to the ribs brought William right back to the dark streets of London, the smell of cigarettes and cologne floating beside him. “Tell me- what’s on your mind, ol chap?”

“You’re rather drunk, are you?” William asked with a laugh, steadying a swaying Sherlock with one hand. “I told you not to down that last Brandy.”

“Sorry, love. I’ll be sure to listen to the Misses next time.” Sherlock grinned, yelping on a laugh when the blonde shoved him. “Wow, you’re strong, Liam!”

“No, you’re just out of it.” He scanned the streets, creating a mental map in his mind. Without a carriage, the walk to Bakers’ street would take all night. Not to mention the earful they’d both get from Miss Hudson. Deciding to risk the wrath of his brother, William took Sherlock’s arm in his, pulling him along towards home. “Let’s go. You can sleep on the couch tonight.”

“The couch? Oo, I really pissed off the Misses tonight, huh?” Sherlock’s tipsy laugh filled the empty streets as they carried on.

~~~

“Huh. Nice place you’ve got.” Miraculously- Sherlock seemed to sober up almost immediately upon arriving at the Moriarty Estate. Lying across the offered couch, he snuggled in more with a content hum as William brought water and bread. “No surprise a nobleman such as yourself would be living in something so tasteful. Not a single foul odor in the air.”

“Thank you. My brother- along with our housemates- we take care of the place well.” William gestured for him to sit up, offering the water first. “I’d say drink this, but from what I’m seeing, you’re rather oriented.”

“Heh, don’t be fooled by a man’s cover, Liam. I’m definitely buzzed.” Sherlock took the glass, gulping down the contents with a single swig. The bread came and went nearly as fast. “Thank you- That should keep me going a while longer.”

“Right…I’ll bring you a sleep robe and a blanket.” William nodded, turning to go. “Stay put-” Arms suddenly came around him, pulling him back into a broad chest. “Whoa-Mr. Holmes, what are you doing?”

“Liam, I’ve told you. Call me Sherlock.” The brunette grinned in his ear, sending shivers down the blonde’s spine. “Why rush off to bed? You and I’ve got unfinished business.”

Dear lord he couldn’t mean-

“While I’m flattered by the offer, I’d rather we not do it here in the main room.” William started to gently undo the arms around him, a tad irritated when they didn’t budge. “Poor Fred- he tends to get rather hungry at this hour. I’d hate for him to witness something unsightly.”

“Oh I’m sure he’d witnessed this before. Unless you mean to tell me your companions never saw you so…vulnerable?” Sherlock teased, the hand around his waist moving to lie flat against his stomach, fingers poised. Only then William understood what he was intending.

“My word, you’re truly a boar, you know that, Mr. Holmes?” He shook his head with an embarrassed laugh, mentally scolding himself for thinking…why had he been thinking that? “I’m starting to understand now what he meant-” The fingers against his stomach curled, pressing inward and sending a sharp bolt of ticklish electricity up his core.

“I’ll have to ask who “he” is later. For now, our business.” Sherlock carried on clawing gently, deeply satisfied at the way William pressed his mouth flat, squirming in his arms. “You said, if I recall, “Catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes.” Now I have. Come on Liam, we both know you’re ticklish. Why bother hiding it?”

“It-It’s not a mahhahtter of thahaht!” William grunted, grabbing the wrist around his middle as Sherlock started tracing circles with his fingers. “Everyone’s asleheheep! Yoohohu’ll wake thehem up!”

“I won’t- I’m barely speaking over a whisper. You on the other hand.” At this, Sherlock brought his free hand up, gently squeezing against the spot on William’s waist he knew was ticklish. “Are rather loud when giggly. Try not to make too much noise now, dear Liam.”

“Yoohohohu scohoohoundral!” William swore, one hand pressed over his mouth to muffle the noise as his other batted at Sherlock’s. Squirming against his lap, he felt like a child again- Jack gathering him up when he refused to take a break and tickling him until he gave in. It was both comforting and embarrassing- he was so incredibly thankful said man wasn’t up right now. Who knows what little secrets Jack would let slip had he seen such a sight? “Shehhherlock, doohohohn’t!”

“Don’t what, Liam? Don’t stop tickling you? I suppose that’s what you want me to do, right?” Sherlock laughed softly against his back, hands carrying on their playful assault. “You know how I know this? Deduction. If you really wanted me to stop tickling you, you’d tell me so outright. Instead, you’re barely fighting me off. You and I both know I’m barely holding on to you. All you need to do is stand up, and it’ll be all over.

“But you won’t. You won’t because you're enjoying this. I can feel it, Liam. You’re far too relaxed to be someone who despises tickling, and you’ve even given me more spots to try.” Sherlock ran his hand up his side, giving William’s ribs a proper tap and earning a muffled squeak. “The out remains though. If at any point you grow uncomfortable, just say the word and I’ll retract my hands immediately.”

“Hohohohohohw thohoohoorough of yohoohohou wihihihth yohoohohur deheheheductions!” William gave up on trying to cover his mouth, both hands grabbing Sherlocks wrists as they wormed up and down his ribs, leaving little tickly presses at each pass. Soft giggles and squeaks whispered around the room, somehow still quiet enough not to alert anyone. “Hoohoohohohwehehehhver, yohohohohou fahhahahailed to fahahhahctor in soohoohohmething!” “Have I now? What would that be?” Sherlock asked with a grin.

“Yohooohohou’ve fohohohohoorgohohohohotten abohohohohut your ohohohohown wehhehehaknehehehehhess!” With that, he shot a hand down to Sherlock’s leg, squeezing only once.

“AH!” Sherlock squawked, slapping a hand over his mouth just as William slapped his own on top, creating a double layer of flesh. They looked around, waiting for a sound. When nothing came, they met eyes, William raising a finger to his lips.

Sherlock puffed against the hands, eyes squinting as he shook with laughter. William barely fought down his own mirth, ducking his head against his arm as Sherlock’s muffled giggles tickled his ears. “Whahat are wehehee, chihildren?” William gasped out as Sherlock howled in their hands, slapping his leg. This only made William laugh harder, covering his face with his free hand. “Stoohhop, stop- we’ll wake the hohohuse!”

“The house is already awake.” A new voice made them jump, twisting around to find a sour faced Louis glaring. His hair was a mess, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses, but it didn’t take long before an assumption crossed his face, turning his glare into a look of shock. “S-Sherlock Holmes?”

“Well, would you look at the time; I better head home now!” Said detective stood, nodding at the brothers politely. “Thank you so much for having me tonight, Liam. Louie.” The nickname earned him a scary look. “Your brother has been the most gracious host, but alas- it’s time for me to part-”

“It’s 2 in the morning.” Louis cut him off, his tone like ice. “No carriages run this late.”

“I’ll find a way.” Sherlock grinned, growing increasingly nervous. Louis cut his eyes to William once before turning back to the detective, shaking his head.

“The spare room is down the hall and to the left. Make yourself comfortable.” Sherlock seemed frozen by the offer, eyes wide and mouth gaping like a fish. “Breakfast is served at 8. If you’re hungry, stick around. If not, be gone by then.” He gestured, sending a nodding Sherlock on his way. Once he was out of the room, Louis turned to his brother. “Will.”

“Louis-” He began.

“Quiet.” He cut him off, shutting his brother up. It was rare for Louis to take on such a tone with him. Usually he reserved it for Moran. “Listen. You are my brother, and I love and respect you with my entire being. You know that will never change.”

“Louis, I don’t understand-”

“I am not some closed minded fool, Will. I know there are many types of love out there, and I’m happy you’re finding yours.” Louis carried on, pointedly ignoring his brother. “That said, Sherlock Holmes? Of all the men you could fancy, why him?”

“What…What, no, Louis!” William flushed as red as his eyes, mortified. “You got it all wrong-”

“Told you.” Moran smirked up at a just as amazed Bonde by the door. “Half a month.”

“That was three quarters at least.” They argued. “I win by default.”

“No way-”

“Can someone tell me why Sherlock Holmes is in our bathtub? Albert asked, understanding in his eyes as he looked at William. “Ah. Nevermind.”

“Who ate the last bread roll? I was hungry.” Fred appeared, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Louis, do we have any scones left from this morning?”

“I’ll make some.” Jack called from the kitchen, earning a chorus of voices ranging from “Oh that won’t be necessary, Jack!” to “Don’t let that old man cook, he’ll poison us all!”

William only held his face in his hands, suddenly very tired.

What a night.

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Hii coming back to yuukoku no moriarty

I enjoyed that so much and also... Next week I'm probably gonna take a break cuz my birthday is coming on 19th this month hehe so I may sneak a few fics here and there

Enjoyyy ps spoilers for moriarty the patriot

Summary: Sherlock enjoys the phrase William always uses when he wants to catch him. But fortunately for him and unfortunately for Will Sherlock has a another thing he desires...

Me? Beg how absurd!

"Pleease Liam!"

Silence.

"Just one time... Trust me I won't ask u to say it too much!"

Sighing, William James Moriarty gave him a tired look as he stopped his attempts to grade the papers piled up on his desk. Aparantly a certain childish detective wishes an audience from him and so far he was able to entertain me (undeniably even himself).

So far the phrase 'catch me if u can' Brough some sense of happiness however it doesn't stop there.

When he gives Sherlock an inch he takes a mile.

"For God's sake, I can't beg without a reason Mr. Holmes"

"I know, I know... but it sounds almost as arousing as that line! Please... just once"

"No..." Shaking his head, Will returns to his work, and the detective pouts look a bit immature in his actions.

"Alright fine, I'll make u beg!"

Will shrugs now and notices Sherlock constantly trying to loom over him, perhaps distracting him. "Behave... like a good detective"

"Ugh, fine..." he sits back down, and that made Will chuckle in amusement, seeing how he resembles a child there.

Sherlock thinks harder and attempts to slide a foot over his leg as he thought accidently hitting his leg "Sorry..."

But thats a good idea... he purposefully crosses his legs again and hitting him gently, on purpose.

Will notices this and ignores though it is irritating. Now Sherlock smirks "Oh Liam what's that? Your brow twitched... wanna beg me to stop?"

"Do you think that makes me wanna beg? Mr. Holmes, I expected u to read the situation well, but... ah!" He flinched so hard that the pen drops on the desk. The pointy tip of Sherlock's shoe slides up his shin and that caught his attention unfavourably.

"Something wrong?" He grins now gently sliding up his knee and Will backs off to shrug off the touch "What...? You OK?"

"Crap... Holmes don't-!" He stumbles back again and glares "stop it..."

"My, I haven't seen a look like that, my sweet Liam." he comes forward, "What? You like me to do... this?" He slides his hand up his hips, and Will backs to a corner, suddenly letting a reaction unexpected and something which Sherlock didn't intend to get from him.

"Wait... are you ticklish?"

Blushing Will frowns "No... why?"

Sherlock grins now "I was trying to make u moan but it seems something even better will make u beg..."

"Wait-" he gasped now grabbing his wrists "Don't... hehe uhuh Sheherlock!"

"Oh? This..." squeezing his waist making a giggle slip past his lips, "I don't see why it bothers you, Mr. Not ticklish?"

"Wahahait, sehehriously haha... Sheherlock!" He squeaked now and then Sherlock perked his ears "Was that begging I hear?"

"Nohoho! It's hehehe, a command!" He giggles, sinking back against the wall weak to it already.

Laughing, Sherlock couldn't help but tease. "Bloody hell, Liam, how could the Lord of crimes even be intimidating if you're so giggly and adorable?" He chuckled, now pinching his ribs more prominently, making him cackle back."Is a tickle all that it takes to break you?"

Giggling but nothing to say so Sherlock crawls his fingers up the top ribs. "What's under here~?"

"Ahahaha pl-" he instantly closes his lips, but that doesn't go unnoticed by the detective. He grins like a child. "Oho... was that that I think it was... soooo closee!"

Will squirms now, "Whahatever dihihid you hehehear you mahahahan chihihild?"

Pause, and it was at this moment this professor knew, he messed up.

"AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT! JEEHEHEHEZ! AHAHAHA HOHOHOLMES!"

"Ooof..." he winces playfully at Will's predicament as he tickled his armpits "Didn't see that coming did ya?"

"EHEHENOUGH! STAHAHAHAP THAT! FOHOHOOL!"

Shaking his head "Oh no sweetheart, you should beg not order... I'm tickling you till you beg for mercy!"

After a while or torturous processing his decision he gave up. Will can never handle tickles and teases, especially from this menace. He cried out desperately "HAHAHA PLEHEHEHASE! STAHAHAP AHAHA MEHEHERCY!"

Fingers stopped and Will gasps for breath, flushed and tired, he didn't look like the calm professor anyone assumed he was before now that... he's well tickled pink.

"Ahaha, gohosh, you're ahaha trickster!" He giggles a bit and notices Sherlock suddenly in awe, "Liam...well..."

"Whahat?"

"I think I have a kink in listening to you beg like that..." he said it with a blank face and Will frowns with a groan "Huh? My word...surely you jest..."

Grinning, he leaned forward. "That's even more satisfying than that line you used!"

"Whatever... just let me have a break, aha, " he waves a hand and Sherlock grins "what? So that means I can do it again?"

"Ha! Try again? This was unprepared, next time I won't make a single implore!"

"Again? You liked that, didn't you, Liam?"

"Oh hush! I got work, so leave, " but a smile remains as he pushes his face gently.

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can you do some mitch and five? If not that's cool too!

I'm happy to draw them again!

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Moriarty the Ticklish

I recently got into Moriarty the Patriot and OMG! What an anime! It’s literally Sherlock Holmes, the anime, and I loved it! If you’re a fan of Sherlock Holmes, this is the anime for you! So, this is my first ever fanfic for this anime and my first fanfic of 2023! YAY!

This fic takes place during Season 1 after being introduced to the first five members of the Moriarty group, so there are no spoilers. Enjoy!

Summary: After getting scared to death by Moran, Fred becomes grouchy and pouty. Luckily for Moran, he knows how to get Fred smiling again. However, against their will, the Moriarty Brothers get dragged into their little game, but they’re not complaining.

Word Count: 2294

⚠️Warning⚠️: mild swearing

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O amor não prospera em corações que se amedrontam com as sombras.

(William Shakespeare)

[tickly-stuff]

Does that tickle?

the champions💪🏽🧠🕸️

GUYS IM STILL ALIVE

a drabble that I wrote at 11:33 pm🤷🏽‍♀️

Enjoy if you’d like!!😚

DISCLAIMER: this is really really REALLY old and i don’t feel like editing it 😭😭😭

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“Ah! Riri don’t doho that!”

Riri rolled her eyes and shot her hand down from Miles hip in an attempt to seem innocent, but the smile on her face didn’t lie.

“I’m not doing anything! I’m sitting here just like you. How dare you accuse me of anything!?” Riri declared as she crossed her arms and looked at Miles up and down with fake offense.

Miles scoffed and narrowed his eyes and went back to indulge in his phone, giving the girl genius a suspicious look every now and then. Then he felt the sensation again as he jumped up in response.

“Riri quihit it!”

“Quit what? This? Does that tickle?” The girl asked as she started to squeeze his hips, sending more electric shocks to the poor Spider-Man repeatedly.

“AHA! Rihirihi I’m not plahaying!” Miles jumped as he tried to squirm away from his spot on the couch while swatting her hands away. But it seemed that everywhere Miles went, Riri followed.

“So it’s true! Mikes Morales is ticklish!! What if M. O. R. D. O. K found out!? He has psychic powers y’know.” The girl genius teased as she tried to grab his wrists. All she did was accidentally brush along Miles’ hand.

“GAHA! RIhirihi cHihiLl!!” The poor boy exclaimed as he squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched up his nose wearing a smile that could light up a room.

“Noho way! Ticklish hands? Who'd a thunk!” She declared as she laughed along with him at the sight and began to lightly trace circles on his palm while Miles threw his head back and practically just let it happen.

“RIHIRI THAHAT TIHIHICKLES!!!” Mikes cried out as he felt himself slipping off the couch.

“Oh really? I didn’t notice. kitchy kitchy coo!” She said as she scratched at the palm in a voice that was way too calm to be tickling the h-e double hockey sticks out of someone right now.

“OHOH MY GAHASH!” was all he could get out without landing on the ground with a THUMP!

The tickling ceased for a moment as Riri popped her head from over the couch having a laughing attack as well.

“Yohou ohohokay?” She asked, lending a hand to the superhero.

“Yeheah I’m good.” He responded as he climbed back up the couch. There was silence for a moment as Miles looked over and saw Riri smiling to herself.

“What are you thinking about?” he questioned.

“Nothin’. Boring nerd stuff.” She replied with a poke to Miles side. He chuckled and looked at the floor.

“Hey, I’m dumb but not that dumb.” He said with a nudge to Riri’s side earning a yelp. His eyes lit up with a “No way.”

“Wait! Miles! nOHOHO-!”

[trashyswitch]

A Tickly Christmas Tradition

William comes home from work, to the house completely empty. Where is everyone? Suddenly, William's captured and...Tickled?! What in the world is going on?!

For a little christmas treat, I made a FNAF game fanfic. This prompt was actually an idea in a discord server that I was in last year. It was a funny idea brought up by @anxious-lee-ler...back in 2022. Specifically Dec. 14, 2022. Sorry it took forever for this one to be made. But despite that, I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas Eve!

“Guys! I’m home!” William yelled as he put his bag down at the door. He took off his jacket and his work shoes, before walking past the living room into the kitchen. He looked around the house, and noticed that the house was practically empty. “...Hello?” He looked in the kitchen some more, and checked the bathroom. “Hellooooo?” He called. 

He walked up the stairs to the bedrooms, wondering if anybody was napping, or playing in their room. But when he looked in the kids’ rooms, he found them messy, but completely empty. He looked in the room he shared with his wife, and found it was vacant as well. Weird…

He went down the stairs, and called for them one more time. “Hellooooo?” He yelled. “MICHAEL? ELIZABETH?! CHRIS?!” He called. But he stopped as he stood in the middle of the kitchen. He couldn’t find his family anywhere! And it made no sense! Their second car was here! How could the car be here, but his family be completely gone?!

Suddenly, someone grabbed him underneath the arms and pulled him away. 

“AH! LET ME GO!” William shouted. Someone else wrapped a tie around his eyes and upper nose. “HEY-” he reacted, trying to remove the eye cover. But as he struggled strong and hard within the arms of the stranger, William felt someone…tickling his sides and ribs?! “ST-STOHOP- WHOHO IHIHIS THIHIHIHIS!?” he asked, trying to feel around for anyone who might’ve been standing there nearby. He could quickly tell that the tickling fingers were small, nimble fingers…almost from a little kid!

“Don’t worry, Dad. It’s us.” Michael told him, poking his fingers in his belly button.  

He could feel his fears slowly diminishing. Though he was thankful this was his family, he was still left incredibly confused by their actions. Why was someone tickling him?! Who was holding onto him? And WHY?! Suddenly, his legs were picked up by someone. “Whahait- Whahahat ahare yohohohou dohohohoihihing?” William asked, waving his hands around. 

“Taking you to the living room.” His wife told him. “We’re creating a new Christmas tradition that I think you’ll love too.” She told him. 

“Whahahat ihihis ihihihit?” William asked. 

“You’ll find out in a few minutes.” Elizabeth told her father before grabbing the lights from the decoration bin. 

William felt as his body was wrapped in rope that sounded suspiciously like Christmas lights. His gelled hair was ruined with what felt like a Santa hat followed by a…headband??? And weirdly enough, his shirt was unbuttoned followed by his socks being taken off. 

The confusion that filled Afton’s mind was overwhelming. NOW what was his family up to?! Why were they tying him up?! Why was he wearing a Christmas hat?! And how was a Christmas tradition that involved him being tied up, supposed to be fun for him?! 

“Not close to his face, Chris.” Mrs. Afton told someone. 

He could feel something being sprinkled onto him. He couldn’t for the life of him, figure out what it was! It felt strange on his belly. Whatever it was, it sounded like it came out of a pepper shaker of some sort. Were they dumping sprinkles onto him?! No, wait…sprinkles would be slightly heavier than this. This stuff felt completely weightless. What is it?! 

“Okay. Take off the blindfold, Liz.” His wife said. 

Elizabeth nodded and removed it from his face. “There!” 

William squeezed his eyes shut as the bright light filled his eyes. Squinting, he looked in front of him, and found his 4 members of his family standing in his field of vision and stretching their arms out excitedly. 

“SURPRISE!” They all said in unison to William. 

William widened his eyes and looked down at his body. Right away, he got all his answers. He was right! He really WAS wrapped in Christmas lights! And he did have a Santa hat, with a headband! Only…this headband had a yellow, glittery star hanging down in front of his face. And if there weren’t lights covering his shirt and pants, then there was most definitely glitter. Wait…the sprinkly things he felt were glitter?! A bit of yellow glitter that came from the felt star on his head, and bright green glitter absolutely everywhere else. 

William was mortified. “What in the- Why is there so much glitter?!” William asked, more shocked than angry by this point. 

Elizabeth giggled as she held 5 empty glitter bottles in her hands. “Oh…No reason, papa.” Elizabeth said with a shit-eating grin on her face. William groaned in annoyance. Elizabeth only ever called him ‘papa’ when she was in a mischievous mood. Who the heck thought it would be a good idea to give Elizabeth the glitter?! 

And then to make matters worse, Chris was giggling right beside him and STILL shaking the rest of the green glitter onto his lower leg. 

“Okay, okay…I think it’s empty, Chris.” Mrs. Afton told her youngest. 

Chris nodded and pulled the other empty glitter bottles out of his pockets. Chris had 5 glitter bottles as well! His two youngest children had managed to use 10 separate 16 oz. bottles of glitter on their father!! 

That was- like- 20 cups of glitter!!

“Oh……my god…” William muttered aloud. 

Elizabeth giggled. “Did we overdo it?” She asked. 

Michael laughed. “Nope. In my opinion, he needs more.” Michael joked, pulling yet ANOTHER 16 oz. glitter bottle of his own out of his pocket. 

“NO-” Mrs. Afton took Michael’s bottle. “10 full bottles is plenty enough.” She said, placing it aside. 

William looked at the glitter, and blew a puff of air…and the extra layers of glitter blew with the air, over to his crazy family! Mrs. Afton and Elizabeth squealed and covered up their faces to prevent themselves from getting covered. Chris opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to catch the glitter on his tongue like they were snowflakes, while Michael closed his brother’s mouth and gave him a stern look. “Don’t eat the glitter.” He ordered his brother. 

“You are all gonna clean this whole mess afterwards. And I am NOT. HELPING.” William warned, shooting his wife a hairy eyeball expression. 

Mrs. Afton was unphased by his threatening look. She was almost awaiting the look, just so she could say her wonderful comeback. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll clean it up while watching the video recordings of you laughing your head off on the TV.” his wife told him, hinting at his demise. 

Laughing his head off- What?! 

“What do you mean ‘laughing your-’?!” William widened his eyes as he saw their youngest child, holding feathers in his hand. William widened his eyes and quickly remembered that his shirt was unbuttoned. “...Oh no…” he muttered. He quickly remembered that his socks were off too! “OH NO!” He curled his toes, suddenly fearful. 

“Now do you understand what we’re cooking?” Mrs. Afton asked with a smirk. 

William stuttered in shock for a second, before narrowing his eyes at his wife and kids. “Don’t you dare…Don’t you ffffff-” He quickly changed his word. “-Ffffffreaking dare…” He warned. 

“Ooooh, you’re lucky.” Mrs. Afton reacted, before bringing her fingers closer to his belly. “Cause if you swore…we would’ve made sure you REALLY regretted it.” She told him. 

William yelped and wiggled around, trying to get his belly away from her fingers. “D-Don’t! Why are you doing this?!” He asked, a small wobbly smile building on his face. 

“Because it’s fun!” She told him before touching his belly. Just her little nails’ touch was enough to make the hairs on his arms stand on edge. “Plus, I know you’re gonna like this~” She told him, before dancing her fingers all over his belly. 

William jumped and winced, trying not to laugh right away. If they were going to make him laugh, he was going to make it a challenge. His family was going to have to work hard to get him to laugh like they want. If they were planning on playing games with him, he was going to play too. 

“Ooooh, holding out on us?” His wife asked before looking at Michael. “Get your hands ready. We might need you to help break your father’s walls down.” She told her eldest son. 

Michael nodded his head and readied his fingers on his upper ribs. “Ready, Mom.” Michael replied. 

“You’re not gonna go for his armpits?” She asked. 

“Nah. His armpits kinda stink.” Michael replied rather bluntly with a chuckle, waving his hand close to his nose for extra humorous effect. 

“Sh-Shutup!” William spat through his teeth. 

She laughed at her kid’s bluntness. “It’s not gonna get any better, Michael.” She teased playfully to her son. “But, you do whatever you want.” She said, before winking at him.

Michael smirked at the wink. That was his cue to start. “Yeah. I will.” He replied proudly, before  immediately starting to skitter and scratch at his father’s upper-to-middle ribs. 

“NonONO-” William squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as the biggest wobbly smile they had ever seen on the father and husband had filled his face. He was visibly straining to not laugh. Apparently, it wasn’t just his armpits and belly that were ticklish. It actually looked like his upper ribs were just as bad, if not more ticklish than his armpits! And it appeared that Michael knew this all too well. 

“I wanna tickle his stinky feet!” Elizabeth teased as she ran up and picked up her Dad’s foot. 

“NO! Leavemyfeeheetalooone!” He grunted and protested through his teeth. 

Mrs. Afton laughed. “Sure, go ahead!” She replied. “Hey Chris?” She said, looking over at her youngest. “You sure you don’t want to join?” She asked. “You can prop up the camera and join in, if you want.” She encouraged him. 

But Chris shook his head and walked the camera closer to his Dad. “Mhm! I’m recording Daddy’s girl laugh!” He told his Mom. 

She laughed at her youngest’s reply. “Just keep the camera steady, alright?” She told him. 

“Yup!” He replied, popping the P. 

William could feel his lungs starting to fail him a lot faster than he was expecting. He knew growing older usually affected one's body…but his lungs too!? What a terrible time to figure this out! 

Soon, little titters and hisses started to exit through his wobbly grin. Mrs. Afton lit up upon hearing that. “We’re close! Liz, go for his toes!” She told her daughter. 

Elizabeth quickly separated the big toe and 2nd toe, before sliding the feather back and forth in between his toes. “Coochy coochy coo, Daddy!” She declared. 

William finally broke out in strong, high-pitched laughter. His laughter was so unlike his body frame! And his family was well aware of this fact. “BWAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!” He pleaded. 

“Okay, stop!” She ordered her tickling kids. Michael and Elizabeth removed their hands from their respective spots, while Mrs. Afton did the same thing. No one was tickling him, yet his laughter was still quite heavy and strong. But just as fast as it broke out, the laughter seemed to calm down into giggles, before turning into breathlessness mixed with chuckles. 

“Yohohou guhuhuys…” He muttered a little bit. 

“Okay…” Mrs. Afton made a signal…and with this signal, came an eruption of squeals and laughter. 

“eeEEHEEK! WAHAIT- NOHoho! Lihihiz!” William yelled and laughed. 

Elizabeth smiled and opened his toes with her index and middle finger, before fluttering the feather very gently into his toe crevice. “Tickle tickle!” She teased. 

“How did you learn to do that?” Mrs. Afton asked her daughter. 

“Michael! He taught me!” Liz told her Mom. 

Michael chuckled awkwardly. “Well…I may have tried it on her a few times…” He admitted. 

“I see~” She replied. “And where did you learn it, Michael?” She asked next. 

“.....Dad.” Michael replied with a laugh. 

Mrs. Afton bursted out in laughter. “Is that so?!” She reacted. “Having any regrets yet, Will?” She asked her husband. 

William nodded his head “YEHEhehehes!” He replied. 

“Alright. Liz, let’s give your brother a turn to tickle.” She told Elizabeth.

Elizabeth nodded her head and removed the feather, earning her a high-pitched squeak. 

William’s eyes widened the moment the feather flew out of his toes. It tickled SO MUCH MORE than Liz’s see-sawing EVER did! “eEEHEEK!” He went limp in the chair. “Ohoh gohosh…” He muttered, shaking his head.

Michael skittered his fingers on his ribs. “Tell me, Dad:” He started tickling in between the ribs for a bit. “How bad does this tickle?” Michael asked. 

William jumped and snorted, leaning his head back and giggling in a somewhat girly way. “EEheeheeheehee! Prehehehetty bahahad!” William admitted. 

“Okay…” He quickly switched to tickling each and every individual rib. “What about this? Is this better? Or worse?” Michael asked curiously.

William gasped and cackled, shaking his head left and right and throwing the bouncing felt star all over the place. “aAAHAHAHA! NOHOT THAT! IHIHIT’S WOHOHORRRSE!” He shouted. 

“Oh god!” Michael reacted. “It’s really that bad?!” He asked, tickling the individual middle ribs.  

“YEHESYESYEHEHEHESS! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!” William pleaded. 

“Alright, alright.” Michael switched to tickling between the middle ribs once more. “I’ll do this instead.” He told him. 

William snorted and started giggling in the high-pitched voice all over again. “Ohohohokahahay, thahahahanks.” William told him. 

“Would it be too much for you if I joined back in?” Mrs. Afton asked. 

William shook his head. “Nohoho, ihihit wohouldn’t nohohohow.” He replied. 

Mrs. Afton smiled and started gently tickling the soft of his small beer belly. “I’ll be gentle.” She told him. 

William jumped and sunk his stomach in slightly, but to no avail. Not only did sinking in his stomach fail as a preventive strategy, but it also ruined his ability to breathe. So he breathed in as much as he could, before falling into an endless stream of high-pitched giggles. 

“Thihihihihis ihihihihis weheheird.” William told him. 

“Oh, hush your mouth and laugh, our 6ft Tickle Tree.” She teased. 

“Wh-Whahahat?!” William asked. 

“There’s a reason you’re covered in green glitter.” Mrs. Afton explained. “Can you tell him why?” She asked Chris and Elizabeth. 

“We wanted you to look like a christmas tree!” Chris told his father. 

“That’s why you’re also covered in Christmas lights with a star on your head.” Elizabeth told him. 

“HAhahahaha- Whahahahat?!” He reacted, unsure how else to react to this information. 

Michael chuckled. “I didn’t want to join in originally…” Michael looked at his Mom. “But then Mom mentioned ‘tickling’, and I quickly changed my mind.” Michael admitted bluntly. 

Mrs. Afton smirked. “Trying to throw your own mother under the bus, I see?” She asked. 

“What?! No!” Michael put his right hand up. “Honest!” He pointed his index finger at his Mom. “But I may be throwing myself under the bus.” Michael admitted. 

“Alright, alright.” Mrs. Afton replied, double-checking to make sure Chris and the recorder were doing okay. 

“Wait…How does the song ‘Oh Christmas Tree’ go again?” Michael asked. 

Elizabeth's eyes brightened. “Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your branches!” She declared, saying the lyrics instead of singing it.

“You’re very close. It’s ‘How lovely are ‘thy’ branches’.” Mrs. Afton corrected. 

“Okay. So…what if we sang ‘oh christmas tree’, but we changed the word ‘branches’ to ‘laughter’?” Michael asked. 

Elizabeth gasped. “YEAH!” She shouted excitedly, stopping her tickle attack. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are thy laughter!🎵” She sang. 

Michael hummed. “I think ‘your laughter’ would sound better in this situation.” He admitted. 

“I think I have to agree with you, Michael.” Mrs. Afton replied. 

“🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” Mrs. Afton sang. 

The kids joined in with their mother. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” 

Mrs. Afton continued the song. “🎵Your precious giggles fill the air, and warm our hearts with tender care,🎵” She sang in her gorgeous singing voice. 

“🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your laughter🎵” The kids sang. 

Michael stopped his tickling and sang the next verse. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful. Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful🎵” Michael sang. 

“Not bad!” Mrs. Afton reacted. “🎵Each year you bring us delight, with every shining grin so bright,🎵” She sang. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, of all the laughs most joyful🎵” She finished. 

“My turn, My turn!” Elizabeth declared. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, we learn from all your gigglees. Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree, we learn from all your gigglees🎵” She sang. 

The other Aftons bursted out laughing. Did Elizabeth just come up with a word to make the verse work?! 

“🎵Your high-pitched squeals of festive cheer, give hope and happiness all year,🎵” She sang. “🎵Oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree-🎵 

They all sang together. “🎵We learn from all your giggleeeees.🎵” They all sang. 

William chuckled and nodded his head with a smile. “I would clap, but…My hands are kinda tied.” He told them. 

Everyone burst out laughing at this. Mrs. Afton walked up and unplugged the Christmas lights. “Let’s get this off you.” She said, removing the Christmas lights from around him. 

“Thank you, love.” William said, leaning in for a kiss. She wiped a few green glitter pieces from his mouth and kissed his lips. 

“Eugh…Gross…” Michael muttered aloud. 

“Awwwww!” Elizabeth reacted, holding her hand on her chest. 

Chris giggled, zooming in on his Mom and Dad’s kiss. 

“🎵I saw Mommy kiss the tickle tree, underneath the christmas star last night🎵” Chris started singing. 

Mrs. Afton and William both broke their kiss and looked at Chris, laughing at Chris’s lyrics. 

“🎵She didn’t see me creep, down the stairs to have a peek,🎵” Elizabeth sang. 

“🎵She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom, fast asleep🎵” Michael sang. 

“He wasn’t!” Chris declared. “🎵I saw mommy kiss the tickle tree, Every little giggle filled the night!🎵” Chris sang. 

“🎵Oh what a laugh it would’ve been-🎵” Liz sang. 

“🎵If Daddy had only seen-🎵” Michael sang. 

Everyone, even William, joined in together for the last part. “🎵Mommy kiss the tickle tree last niiiiight!🎵” 

[gamequeenanya]

Sundrop trying to tickle the Weem~

(A/N: I like the way you think! And I love when people call him Weem! The nickname has breached containment! XD

And I did initially write something longer, but I think we're just here for the tickle scene! Heh. If people show interest, I might share the full plot later!)

...

The encounter had not gone as planned. Sun had shown up, ready to reason with William, but William was not in the mood.

"Sir, you've got to listen! Scott's doing his best and-"

William shot him a glare. "That imbecile has lost me four customers this month! … I can't believe I ever suggested him for Employee of the Month!"

Sun looked confused. "Listen friend!! He doesn't mess up on purpose! His mind is just different!"

William scoffed. "Different? If you call being an imbecile 'different'…" He walked up to the animatronic and examined it curiously. It was a model he'd never seen before. "Tell me, Sun… Who built you?"

"I- T-that's not!" He jumped as William poked his midsection. "Eek! W-what are you doing??"

Looking stunned, William kept poking him in different areas. Sun jumped and squeaked.

"Stahahahahaahap! Eheheheeh! Nahahaa!" He pushed him away. "You know, if you wanted to play, you should have just said so!" He scooped up William and tickled his entire ribcage with his spindly fingers.

"AHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAA! NOHOHOHOOOO! STAHAHAHAHAHAAAHP!! PUHHUHUHHT MEHEHHEE DOHOHOHOOWN!"

Sun giggled. "But if I put you down, wouldn't that be murder?" He chuckled at his own joke, and continued to tickle him, skittering his fingers across his armpits and his hips.

"NAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH! YOU VILE CREHEEHEHEHTIN!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! I'LL HAVE YOU DISASSEMBLED!!"

Shaking his head, Sun tsked. This time he skittered along his stomach. "Now, that's no way to talk! I think we better try to be more polite, okay??"

"YOHOHOHOHHOOHOHOOHU!!" William screeched. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! FIHIHIHIHIHIINE! I'LL BEHEHEEHE NIHIHIHIHICE!!"

"Will you be nice to Scotty?" Sun said, tickling lighter and going higher, up to his ribcage.

"HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAAH! NOHOHHOHOHOHO!" The tickles got faster. "AHAHAAHA! I MEHEHEHEAN YEHEEHEHEHEHS!!"

Grinning, Sun stopped for a moment and let the man catch his breath.

"Ahahaaa… Whahahahat wahhahaas thahahaaht?" William asked weakly, holding his midsection. "Seriously… W-who mahahahade yohohou?"

Sun just grinned, not answering.

Then he felt a tinge of dread. He should not be here. Moon only sent him back in time because he thought an old employee, Scott, might make a good friend for him. Scott had been really sweet and fun indeed.

But by being here longer, he could mess up the space-time continuum in horrible, horrible ways.

"Uh-" Sun said with a silly spin of his head. "I have to go. See you now!"

And off he went, leaving William confused and breathless.

[rachi-roo]

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Moriarty the Patriot: To Break a Gargoyle - Act 1

I'm soooo excited to post this!!!! Me and @giggly-squiggily have teamed up on this fic to make a two-part tale!!! Squiggles you're so cool 😭👏 I had so much fun writing and planning this with you!

Summary: After hoating a successful tea party, William is still sour over Morans betrayal in his time of need and seeks revenge! Only things don't quite go to plan. Lee!William, Ler!Moran.

Act 2 here by the brilliant Giggly-Squiggly!!!

Tw: None.

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It had been a couple of days since the Moriarty household had finished up with hosting the dreaded tea party, and everything had settled down once again. Everything, except the troubles that swirled in William's mind.

The family of three brothers sat enjoying each other's company, along with Fred and Moran whilst Jack was busy elsewhere. William turned the page in his newspaper looking up as Moran stood, pulling his coat over his shoulders.

"Right. I'd best be off then. Got a few errands to run before dinner." He announced, tugging gently on Fred's coat sleeve to get him out of his seat. "Thanks for the tea, Louis. William, Albert." He gave a nod to each brother before turning to leave.

As he did, William stared, an image flashing in his mind. Moran left him. That day, at the tea party. He turned his back and left him to flounder at the mercy of those desperately flirtatious women. He left him. How dare he!

On the surface, William was calm. Composed. He even offered a friendly smile as his friend left to continue his duties, but beneath that cool exterior, a storm was brewing. A plot for revenge. No one betrays William James Moriarty. No one.

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Later that same evening, before dinner was prepared, William approached Moran in the hallway, a look of seriousness on his face. "Moran. I have something to discuss with you in my private study if you could meet me there in five minutes, I have something important to discuss." He spoke quietly, earning a professional nod of acknowledgement from the other.

"Am I to bring the others?"

"No. Come alone. This only requires you." William gave a reassuring smile, heading off towards his study to prepare.

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Exactly five minutes later, Moran arrived outside William's study, knocking on the door. "William. It's Moran... I'm coming in." He opened the door, seeing William sitting at his desk inside.

"Close the door, please. And have a seat." William ordered, smiling softly as he watched Moran do so. So far, it didn't look like his friend suspected a thing. Why would he? William was his trusted boss and friend.

"So, Moran, I trust that you enjoyed your time at the tea party we hosted a couple of days back?" He asked, standing up once Moran was seated, moving to pour the two of them a drop of whisky. Moran watched him, smiling fondly at the memory of all those lovely ladies gathered in one place, not to mention the few who were fawning over him as he stood in the garden.

"Aye, sir. It was an entertaining affair." He chuckled, taking the drink as William handed it to him. The blonde hummed, taking a sip of his own.

"I'm glad you found it so enjoyable. I do hope the job you were given wasn't too taxing."

"Of course not, William. It was a piece of cake."

William set his drink down, standing behind his tall friend as his tone changed. "Piece of cake, you say? Then, do tell me, friend, why is it that you neglected to assist me in my time of need?"

"Sir?" Moran raised a brow, not quite catching on.

"When that woman was viciously flirting with me during my advice hearing. You saw my suffering and turned your back on me. Did you not?"

Moran froze up. How could he forget. "I-I't wasn't meant to be malicious, sir. I just-"

"Just what? You weren't actually fit to help your boss when required and lied to me about your capabilities? Or is it that you left me to undergo such torment on purpose? Mutiny, essentially." William cracked his knuckles as Moran gulped.

"No sir, I wasn't intending to-"

"You really did turn your back on me, Moran. Which was your first and last mistake!" In a flash, William dove upon Moran's sides, squeezing a massaging his fingers into the well-toned muscle, a wicked grin on his cheeks.

"Now you will-... Wh-?" William's smile faded when he got no reaction from his attack. Not even a flinch? How is he not laughing? It's like he just turned off all his nerve endings. Like he's made of stone or something! "How- Uh!" His blood ran cold when he looked up, seeing Moran's playful, smug grin and vengeful side-eye.

"Oooh, you are a scary one. Ain't ya, Lord of Crime?" He grinned, standing from his chair and calmly leaning over William to put his drink on the desk behind him. "Yep, you sure taught me a lesson."

The smaller blonde took a step back, bumping into his desk as his hitman towered over him. "I-I was only having a laugh, Moran. You know I would never truly be hurt by something so trivial." This was true. Of course William was only playing. But Moran didn't look satisfied with this excuse.

His grin softened as he grabbed Williams's wrists, holding them over his head with ease. "My turn~" He jeered, bringing his free hand to William's stretched-out ribs, starting to lightly pinch up and down his slender frame.

Each squeeze earned a hiccup-like squeak from the Lord of Crime as he flinched and jumped at the tickly zaps that sent shivers down his spine.

"Wait! Mor-Aha! I didn't Hah! Let me explAHAin! Stahap!" He blushed, embarrassed by how easily he was reduced to a giggly mess, with the defence of a wet napkin. He was so glad he shut the door, lest some prying eyes fall upon the scene. "Stahap it, Moran!"

His pleading only seemed to egg the hitman on, switching from small squeezes to continuous drilling between and on the sensitive bone. "Oh come on now, William. You should know better than to try something like that on me."

"I-I'm sahaharry! Ahaha! Nohoho!" Will gasped as he managed to slip his wrists free, making a break for the door. Just too slow. He felt the large hand of his attacker grab his shoulder, pulling him back before wrapping his arms around William's stomach, lifting him clear from the ground with ease.

"Pardon my roughness, Sir. But I can't let you go just yet." Moran grinned, shaking his fingers into William's sides, chucking as he listened to his loud, boyish laughter.

"Wahahait! Oho lord- Ahaha! Mohoran! AHA!" He grabbed and pushed on Moran's python-like grip, desperate to wriggle free from the ticklish prison. It was no use, nothing could escape the gargoyles grasp once you became ensnared in it.

"Plehehease! AHAHA!" His laughter turned to bubbly, chirping, giggling as Moran's hands started shaking into his tummy. "Ehehehe! N-Not thehere!"

"Not there?" Moran raised a brow, shifting his hands further up and sinking into the poor man's underarms instead. "How about here? Is this better, sir?" He teased, gasping as he narrowly missed a kick to the bollocks as William flailed.

"GYAHAHAHA! Nooo! AhahaAHA! P-Plehease! Oh lohord!"

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, William~ To think, you would have me suffering the same if you could. How cruel of you." Morans mocking tone only made things worse for William.

"AHAHAHHAHAAA! P-Please forgihihive meee! HAHA!" That was twice Moran almost had his jewels booted, time to change again. He set William down, quickly straddling his hips, pinning him on his back.

"No! Nononono! Wahait!"

William fought off his hands with his killer precision, but the ghost tickles were too much of a distraction and he was soon under attack again. This time Moran pinned one arm up, clawing mercilessly at the sensitive underarm as William tried in vain to defend himself.

"AAAAH! Moran! I-I'll do anythihing! Plehehease!" The boy's cheeks were red as the roses that bloomed in the garden, and wet with mirthful tears as he howled with laughter.

"Oooh, anything? Hmm... Nah." This man was evil. He just wanted to make William regret trying to attack him. His hands switched back to William's sides, shaking in vigorously as he smirked teasingly.

"Morahahan! Th-This is ridihiculous!"

"You started it!"

"A-Ahalright!" William snorted. "I-I give in! Plehehase!"

"Well, since you asked nicely." Moran smiled, patting William's cheek as he stopped his attack, still sitting upon his boss's lap. "Hehe, look at you." He smirked, referring to William's tangled hair and wrinkled shirt collar.

"I-Ihihi... I'll have to tidy... mysehelf before... Dinner."

Moran nodded, starting to poke at the tired assassin's tummy as he spoke. "Look, William, you know I respect you. Hell, I'd give my life for you. But I'm afraid when it comes to tickling, I just can't let you walk away from an attempt on me like that." He chuckled, watching him twitch and bat at his poking hand.

"Ohokay! Stop, stop... Haha... I'll remember that..." William chuckled, taking Moran's hand as he helped him up.

"There is only one man who knows how to beat me in a war of tickles. And I'm afraid he ain't you. Better luck next time though." The large man grinned, patting his friend's hair before leaving the room, winking as he shut the door behind him.

William thought for a moment. One man who knows how to beat him. Who could that be? The cogs were turning in William's mind again. There was definitely going to be a round two.

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TickleTober Day 8 ~Truth~ (Moriarty The Patriot)

“So, Mr. Holmes- are you ticklish?”

Six little words- seven syllables. Harmless little words on their own.

Paired with that devilish smile however, they were greater weapons than anything humanity ever came up with.

“Curious, are we? My my, Liam- and here I thought you had all the answers.” Sherlock smiled around his cigarette, trying not to sweat. “You're a man of great intellect- what do you think?”

“You flatter me. I suppose I already know the truth.” William’s eyes grew deadlier- cat-like and focused. “I’d prefer hearing you say it though.”

Sherlock felt his smile stiffen, eyes widening some at the purr in that voice. Oh, that diabolical-

“No point lying to use, I suppose.” Sherlock took a long drag of his cigarette, watching the remaining ashes crinkle in the tray as he pushed the blunt down. He turned to William.

And then he was gone.

“Sherlock!” The detective didn’t turn back- bolting for the safety of their room. Once there, he could formulate his plan of attack- perhaps the classic behind the door ambush? Maybe he could hide under the bed and grab him like that? Fake a sleep?

All these plans were foiled instantly when he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Seconds later, he was on his back, pinned in the hallway with a slightly out of breath William above him.

“There we are…sherly.” His smile promised only mischief. “Now- where were we?”

Ah. He was utterly screwed now. “Hrm…I don’t reca-AH!”

“Oh? You don’t, do you?” Fingers found his sides, tapping into the spaces between his ribs as Sherlock squirmed, giggling already. “A minor loss- I can remind you if you’d like.”

“Thahaht wohoohohohuld be nihhihihice! Lihihihihiam, plehahahhahahase!” Sherlock tried to bat away his hands, but the blonde was far too fast, moving up and down his torso like a fish darting around in water. “Hahhahahng on a shehehehehhecond!”

“Are you ready to answer my earlier question?” William paused- if only briefly. “Are you ticklish, Mr. Holmes?”

“Eheheh..ehehehhehe…mmhmhmhmhmh!” The brunette closed his eyes, willing his residue mirth out of his voice. “Fihihine…I suhuhuppose I ahahm…does that satisfy you, Liam?”

William smiled down at him kindly. Then-

“AH! Ahehahahahhahahahhaha you fiehehehehehhhend!” Sherlock all but squealed when his hips were attacked, threaded and squished for maximum tickle effect. “Lihiihihihiaahhahahhaam!”

“I am quite satisfied, yes. However- you’ll have to forgive me, I am a greedy man.” William reached backwards, giving Sherlock’s thighs a squeeze. “Now- let me hear you scream my name, Mr. Holmes.”

[zoe-puryear]

Anton x Peppino

2. Spike Spiegel x Space Dandy

3. The Once-ler x The Warden

4. Guts (berserk) x Dimitri (fire emblem three houses)

5. pinhead x candyman

6. Alex Mercer x Desmond Miles

7. samurai jack x johnny bravo

8. Stanford Pines x Rick Sanchez

9. Ash Williams x Herbert West

10. Alucard x Sebastian Michaelis

I love crossover ships