#live love laugh william james moriarty

[muqingswife]

WHERE IS MY WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY FANFICS GUYS I NEED TO BE FEED OR ILL DIE

[alkaisen]

Maybe you run a flower shop which had William’s favorite flowers for sell! :3

: this was a really cute request, thank you :)

: fluff, slice of life, william j. moriarty x gn!reader, kinda ooc?

the bell above the door jingles as you, owner of a well known flower shop in your town enter, carrying a floral arrangement. it is early, you're getting ready to open up for today and you can hear the chirping of morning birds.

you hum to yourself as you put the finishing touches on the arrangement, carefully arranging baby's breath amongst blue tulips. satisfied with your works you step back with a smile and place the vase on the counter, just as the sun beams in through the large storefront window.

a few locals stop in for their weekly bouquet purchases. you chat with them while putting together their orders. mrs. murphy orders lilies for her kitchen table while the johnsons need assorted flowers for their son's wedding this weekend.

as you box up the johnson's order, the bell above the door jingles once more, and you look up to greet the new customer. "good morning and welcome! how can I help y..." your voice trails off when you notice who walked in.

it's william james moriarty, one of the noble brothers that had moved in town recently. you'd seen him walking to work recently, but were hesitant on whether to introduce yourself.

he smiles at you, "hello, i just moved in with my brothers and was hoping to find some flowers to brighten up the new place."

you feel your cheeks flush pink. you'd heard that he was handsome, but not to this extent. you wipe your hands on your apron and step around the counter. "well, william, let me show you our selections. i think I have just the thing."

you lead him over to the rose display. "our roses are always a good choice for a new home. the reds and pinks give a nice pop of color."

william gazes admiringly at the roses. "they're beautiful, my favourite flowers as well. but i was hoping for something a little lower maintenance. my green thumb is more brown."

you laugh at that. "no problem at all." you walk william to the back corner where miniature rose bushes sit in terracotta pots. "roses are your favourite, aren't they? well, these mini roses are perfect for beginning gardeners. they don't require much care but the blooms last for weeks. they come in a variety of colors as well — red, pink, yellow..."

he runs his fingers along the velvety petals of a soft yellow rose. "these are lovely. i'll take one of each color, please."

"excellent choice!" you beam. gently, you lift the pots and carry them to the counter. as you're ringing him up, william strikes up a conversation. "have you owned this place for a very long time?" he asks curiously.

"about five years now." you reply, smiling at him. "i've always had a passion for flowers so when I saw the shop was for sale, i took a chance."

"it seems to be working out well for you." he notes, glancing around at the thriving shop. "do you live near here too?"

"just around the corner, actually." you hand william his bag of roses. your fingers brush slightly as you doe and you feel a flutter in your heart. clearing your throat, you speak: "let me know if you need any gardening tips for the roses. and.. free to stop by anytime."

"i think i just might take you up on that offer." william smiles warmly, bidding goodbye and leaves the shop with roses.

you sigh happily, watching him leave.

having a good looking neighbour doesn't sound too bad...

a few weeks have passed. it's a busy saturday morning at the flower shop. you're putting together floral arrangements while also helping customers. as you finish boxing up a large wedding order, the bell above the door jingles.

you look up hopefully, wishing to see a certain neighbor... and sure enough, it's william.

"good morning william," you say, hoping you sound calm and not too giddy. "what can i do for you today?"

william holds up a potted rose bush, it's blooms now drooping. "i'm afraid i may have over-watered rosie here. i was hoping you could give me some tips on reviving her?"

you raise an eyebrow; "you named a flower?"

william smiles shyly, shrugging.

you grin. "of course, let me take a look." you examine the soil, which is soggy & heavy. "hmm.. too much water does seem to be the culprit. don't worry though, it's an easy fix."

you lead him to the backyard greenhouse, "we'll transplant little rosie to fresh soil and trim away any rotted stems." a pause. "a dose of fertilizer should do the trick, too."

you work in comfortable silence together. you feel your pulse quicken at williams's close proximity and wonder whether it's just you that's feeling this way. when they finish replanting, your eyes meet and both share a shy smile.

"there we go... that should do it." you stand up and brush the dirt from your hands. "be sure not to over-water again! one good soak per week is plenty."

william reaches for his wallet but you stop him. "ah, nono. please. it's fine. i didn't do much anyway."

he pauses, hand still in his pocket. "are you sure?"

"mhm." you nod. "completely."

"well, then. thank you very much for your help, (name)." william says sincerely, eyes creasing at the end as he smiles down at you. "i'm not sure what I'd do without my favorite florist. is there... any way i can repay you?"

you feel yourself fluster at the title. before you can second guess yourself, you speak: "you know, the grounds are looking a bit overgrown. i could use an extra pair of hands weeding. any interest in helping out for a bit?"

you watch as his face lights up. "i'd be happy to."

you spend the afternoon with him, laughing and chatting as you work side by side in the garden. william is a willing pupil, and he soaks up whatever you have to say. when the sun starts to set, you realize hours have passed.

"i think that about does it. thanks so much for your help today, william." you say with a smile, although a twinge of disappointment is apparent now that the time is over.

"my pleasure." he replies sincerely. there's a beat of awkward silence before he speaks again. "(name), i was wondering...would you like to get lunch with me sometime?"

you beam. wow, was this really happening? "i'd love to," a pause." if you bring me a bouquet of those roses you like."

[pillow-anime-talk]

hello, can i ask for prompt 1 + family fic with william from moriarty the patriot pls 🙏🏻

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; slice of life; light romance; mostly fluff; also a bit of comedy; family!fic &kids!fic; daddy!william is so precious; pregnancy mention; xxi century; sfw

includes: female reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: hi! this request- so cute!

1. “Let’s watch some movies from Studio Ghibli (or Disney, or Pixar)!”

Every evening was a kind of ritual and the best form of relaxation for you, your husband and your two children; first you had supper together (usually delicious sandwiches with cheese and lots of vegetables, baked sausages and oatmeal cookies that your daughters absolutely loved), then it was time for a bath full of fun and laughter – your girls liked so much spending time in a bathtub filled with white foam. They also enjoyed to splash William with water and thus pretend to be two cute whales. At the very end, it was always time for fairy tales and conversations between the four of you. Of course, your daughters were the ones who set the rules so they always chose your evening entertainment. With a bowl full of popcorn, hot tea and dimmed lights, everything seemed to have its own unique atmosphere. When winter comes, the only light brighten up the living room were golden Christmas lights and candles. However, due to the fact that it was currently summer, only one small lamp in the corner of the room was on, not disturbing anything.

“... Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” Lily – your older daughter – screamed and jumping on the couch, and you just laughed as you turned on the TV. Netflix really was a useful thing in your apartment and you definitely couldn’t function without it. Especially when you had two kids.

“Yes!” Added your younger one – Sophia – and William caught her mid-jump and sat her down on the mattress, handing her a bowl of still-warm popcorn. “Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” She repeated the words of her sister two years older than her, then busied herself eating the salt corn, which crunched loudly in her mouth.

“I want to see Ariel!”

“Mommy, no! Please, please play movie with Merida! I miss Merida!” She spat a few grains onto the sheets. William sighed as he picked them all and placed everything on a handkerchief on the glass table next to the huge sofa.

“Hmm... How about Mulan?” You asked quite seriously, putting your hand on your left hip in the process. In your right hand you held a small black remote control and you were ready to turn on one of the fairy tales on the platform. Your daughters looked at you with wide eyes, then at each other and squealed happily, clapping their hands and nodding their heads in agreement. You sighed with relief. In the last month, you’ve watched ‘The Little Mermaid’ twelve times and ‘Brave’ fifteen times...

“Mulan! Mulan!” They screamed as they ran across the couch and you turned on the movie. William, on the other hand, tried to calm your kids, fearing that one of them would fall or, worse, break something. Although your daughters were your perfect little versions, they definitely had Albert’s character...

“Shush, peanuts! Focus on watching Mulan and Mushu’s adventures!” Your husband said seriously, though out of the corner of your eye you saw him fighting the urge to laugh at the sight of your laughing children.

When the Disney fairy tale began, and you sat next to the younger girl, you turned your head slightly to your partner, who was watching the well-known story with curiosity.

“... Wouldn’t you like to have third daughter?” You asked with a chuckle escaping your lips and William raised his right eyebrow.

“I’d prefer a son... At least we could watch ‘Cars’ or ‘Toy Story’...” He replied quite seriously and you just grabbed your stomach lightly. In the darkness, however, your beloved did not notice it.

Well... Maybe this time you both will have the son Will wants? But you didn’t want to tell your husband yet. His birthday was coming up soon, so you tried to keep it a secret until that day and make it a present.

[fairy-writes]

Hi!!!!! Hru? I hope you’re doing fantastic! Forgive me if i am disturbing you, can you do a William James Moriarty with a Reader who is obsessed with History (Tudor to be specific).

If you cant it’s alright!

Just have a good day/night

SIT IN ON A LECTURE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 0.5k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Teacher!Reader, Can be interpreted as platonic or pre-romantic relationship

Notes: Hello lovely! I’m doing well, thank you! How are you?!

I tried to keep this as history-neutral (is that even a term?) as possible! I don’t know anything about Tudor other than I lived in a Tudor-style house for a few years.

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As you pace outside the classroom, you shuffle your notes for the umpteenth time. 

What if you messed up? 

Would they fire you? 

What if they—

“Are you alright?” You swallow a shriek and whirl to see Professor Moriarty looking at you with vague concern. You shift from side to side, scuffing your shoes and offering an awkward smile. 

“Not really? I’m just incredibly nervous, is all.” You say after a moment’s hesitation. Professor Moriarty smiled that smile of his, and you began to relax. 

“It’s understandable. This is the senior class, after all. Even I am a bit nervous about teaching them at times. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like teaching them in your first year.” He said, and you blinked several times. 

“But you’re such a brilliant professor!” You say, and it’s true. You sat in on several of his mathematics lectures before becoming a professor at Durham University yourself. He had a way with words that made it easy to understand the complex mathematical equations on the board, and his exams were simple but thorough. 

Professor Moriarty ducked his head slightly and exhaled a quiet laugh. 

“You flatter me. Honestly, I’ve heard your first-year lectures. You’ll be fine.” He reassured you, and you sighed in relief. If he thought your lectures were halfway decent, you should be fine. The door to the classroom opened, and the professor who typically taught the history class peeked his head out. 

We’re ready for you, Professor.” He said, and you took a deep breath. Professor Moriarty stops you just before you enter the class. 

“You’ll do brilliantly.” He said with that same smile, and you grin back,

“Thank you, Professor Moriarty.”

“—and that concludes my lecture for the day! I’ll be around for a few moments after class if you have any other questions. Just a reminder that the homework is whatever your professor assigned. I was just the guest lecturer for the day!” You clap your hands together and rest your elbows on the podium, watching as some students gather their things and file out of the classroom. You hadn’t really used the podium for anything besides a place to put your notes. 

Some students come up to you, asking clarifying questions or just questions that don’t fit into the lecture material. All of which you were happy to answer. You were just delighted to spark some interest in history.

“That was a wonderful lecture.” Professor Moriarty approached you as you erased the chalkboard of your diagrams and writing. You look at him over your shoulder with a relaxed smile. In contrast to how you were a few hours previous, you were calm, in your zone, and comfortable. 

“All thanks to you, Professor Moriarty. Your words really helped me calm down.” You say with a bright smile. He begins to shuffle your papers together, glancing over lecture material you weren’t able to fit in. 

“It wasn’t a problem at all. I’m glad to be of assistance. And please, just call me William.” He says politely. Your smile brightens just the slightest bit. 

You dust off your hands of chalk dust and extend one with your first name on your lips. 

“Alright, well, thank you for your help, William. It was a pleasure to meet you!” He takes your hand in his and gives it a firm shake. 

“The pleasure is all mine.”

[rosesrflo]

hiya I wanna request some william comfort fic bc I had a bad day today but where I can find your rules? I'm currently using tumblr app, so I cannot find it

Feat; William James Moriarty x gn!reader (MTP). Genre; fluff, comfort

Prompt; ❛❛I’ll hold you tight.❞ Warnings; bad days, ugly crying/lh

Desc; IN WHICH William is always the first to pick you up on your worst days, not only is he a great crime consultant - he’s also an excellent comforter.

A/N; heyy lovely! Sorry i’m a bit late with this request, but i do hope you’re feeling better now - the reason you couldn’t find my rules is bc I haven’t made them yet. Mostly bc I’m using mobile + this blog is quite new - but I’m working on it atm ❤️ thank you and enjoy!

We all have bad days.

And in all his genius, William certainly isn’t a stranger to them.

In fact, most of his days used to be plagued with storm clouds, with no sunshine or light until you stumbled into his life.

You were a gift, your very presence lifted him from the darkest depths, you were undeserved.

Back then, he had realised how angelic you were - Liam just knew that you were too good for him so he tried to scare you off by showing you his intentions, his thoughts, he trusted you with the worst of his plans.

Yet, you didn’t bat an eye. Only acknowledging each and every part of him, you saw him for who he was and began mending his heart because you love him.

It’s a WIP

William can still feel your warmth encasing him in a hug - that December night, the first time you ever saw him cry. You held him close, stroking his hair and kissed his head like a mother would. You filled that empty void in his chest.

That’s why he wants to do the same for you, Will believes he is forever in your debt.

And when you cry, are upset, have a bad day, he’ll hold you tight; just as you did him.

Also because you are literally the last person in the world that should go through any type of pain.

The corners of your lips downturned as you sat in the living room, cross legged with a cup of cold tea, your hands trembled, biting frost bite seeped into your bones and reached the depths of your soul. You felt heavy in sadness. No thoughts except crystal teardrops cascading down your frowning face.

There was no particular reason for the gloomy mood.

Today just so happened to be an off day, one where no matter what you did to escape it, you couldn’t. Your tea was near frozen over as cold, December nights bled into the estate. You were alone, shivering and crying with no one to confide in.

They’d all gone out to celebrate the closing in Christmas, maybe you should’ve joined them but it was far too late now.

What would they say if they saw you like this?

In your moment of pondering, you didn’t notice a familiar criminal mastermind standing behind you, his arms crossed and a thinking expression plastered on his face. William was confused as to why you hadn’t gone out with the rest of the organization. “(y/n)? I thought you were celebrating with the others.”

You froze in the spot, why was he here? In order to not reveal your distraught state to him, you stayed still without turning around to face him, “So did I.” Nonchalantly reaching for the cup of tea, you shivered upon the sudden coldness against your hand.

“I suppose we’re both in the same boat,” He smiled passively, realizing you were both alone together, “but I’d rather you tell me why you’re upset first.” Liam tapped two fingers on his other arm in anticipation.

A weak laugh echoed across the room, you being the source of it; even though he called your unsaid bluffs, you hadn’t flinched once, you didn’t take William an oblivious man, he was smart and easily figured you out, “I don’t know.”

After your empty chucking fit, you whispered a hoarse reply, nothing but honesty in your disappointed tone. He simply observed your manic attitude, not moving an inch, “I see.”

Staring down at your upturned hands, you felt dissatisfied, unhappy for showing yourself in this depressing light, the one part Will hadn’t seen yet. He was never supposed to see you like this, you were an utter mess today and what’s worse is that he saw it.

You felt the feeling before the sting of your hand as you slapped yourself lightly, “(y/n)-“ William jumped to action immediately, he rushed in front of you in case you dealt anymore harm to yourself. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I shouldn’t be crying over…something so simple.”

“Cry all you need to, although I despise seeing you distressed - it’s quite normal and let me tell you a secret-..” He lent to your face, cupping his hand near your ear to whisper something, “..-Sometimes, even I cry.” You giggled slightly at his jest, not noticing that this was his way of cheering you up.

William let a sly grin slide on his lips, “Now that’s the smile I love.” He linked your hands together, landing an intimate peck on your lips, his eyes softened at your delighted face; you were as beautiful as ever, especially when you were happy. He felt some sort of proudness at achieving this.

No one knew you like William.

[ha1taniwh0re]

It’s more than I can stand, sweetheart

Fandom:Moriarty the Patriot

Character:William James Moriarty

A little bit sad, jealousy, f!reader

We have a dance

At a ball in city called London

Tells the story

Of a one girl

And a man... who falls in love...

With her…

/William’s s pov/

First there is desire

{“(Name) you will flirt with Duke”}

Then... passion!

Then... suspicion!

As she was dancing with that duke i felt…

Jealousy! Anger! Betrayal!

Where love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust!

Without trust,

There is no love!

Jealousy.

Yes, jealousy...

Will drive you... mad!

{“(Name), you didn’t have to wear that dress tonight”}

She was wearing that beautiful dress. That beautiful red dress who was letting her to show her figure.

{“(Name), you don't have to sell your body tonight”}

I will protect you tonight, he will not touch you in pervert way.

His eyes upon your face

As they were dancing he pulled her closer. That son of the bitch.

His hand upon your hand

I watched them carefully, if he dare to touch her in pervert way i will cut his hands off.

His lips caress your skin

When music stopped he kissed her hand. How dare he. SHE IS MINE. Only mine.

/after mission/

(Name)-chan went to sleep and i was sitting with others in living room.

“What’s wrong ni-san?”, Louis asked me.

“I think i like (name)-chan”, i said.

“How did you realize that?”, Albert asked me.

“When she was dancing with that duke i felt jealous and wanted to kill him even more”.

“He was touching her hands and hips and he wanted to kiss her AND ITS MORE THAN I CAN STAND!!” I said and glass in my hand broke.

“WILLIAM”, everybody got scared and came to me to see if im good.

As Louis was warping my hand i was thinking about her and only her.

When he finished I went to her room. She was sleeping like an angel. I sat at her bed and watched her sleeping.

“Why does my heart cry?”, i asked as i was caressed her hair.

“Feelings I can't fight….”

“You're free to leave me, but just don't decieve me, and please believe me when I say I love you”, i said with tears in my eyes.

When i felt warm tears falling down my face, I stood up and when I wanted to leave i felt little hand took my hand. I turned around and saw her with that sweet smile she has.

“William, i love you too”, she said and stood up and hugged me.

I was speachless. I hugged her back like there’s no tomorrow and started crying even more.

“What happened with your hand?” She asked with worried face.

“I broke a glass while it was in my hand”, i answered and smiled.

“Poor baby, be careful next time.”

She took my hand and we went to bed. She hugged me with her leg and hands.

“You are my personal teddy bear”, she said.

I laughed and hugged her back.

“You are so sweet (name) and you are mine only mine”, i said and kissed her.

She fell asleep in 2 minutes and i heard knock on the door. Albert and Louis came into room.

“Is everything okey?” Albert asked and smile at the scene.

(Name) and I were sleeping and cuddling.

“They are so sweet, now ni-san will be better.” Louis said.

[giggly-squiggily]

Okay, I just watched Moriarty the Patriot recently and been obsessed with them(as I’m sure you can tell considering I liked every fic you had of them😜) Anyway! I was thinking of the reunion. We know William survive, but he lives in Switzerland and we know Sherlock moves out there with him as well. So, the Moriarty brothers, James Bonde(Irene Adler), Fred, Moran, and Jack goes to Switzerland and they see William and Sherlock and after the tears and words that haven’t been said that are finally spoken they have a they have a tickle fight.

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

JEJRJERJEKJRJKE YESH! I love this so much alrkaejrajkej This kinda turned into "Let's wreck William- the dabble" but like- the tickle fight elements are in there! I hope you like it friend :3

William hadn’t realized how hollow he felt until he was in the arms of his brothers once more.

Louis’ wet voice saying his name, Albert’s arms strong and steady- the dull ache in his chest was finally starting to ease as he breathed them in, barely fighting off his own tears as he squeezed them close. “I’ve missed you…I’ve missed you all so much. Welcome home.”

Around him, he heard movement- Moran barely hiding a sniffle while Bonde bumped him gently, Fred offering his assistance to Sherlock as they carried in bags. Soon though, it was just them once more; three brothers no longer separated.

“Come now- let’s go in before we catch our deaths out here.” Albert was the first to pull away, shivering as the cold air cut through his jacket.

“Have you been well? You’re thinner than last time I’ve seen you.” Louis noted, hand already out and squeezing William’s side. “You’ve been eating, yes?”

“Ah-Yes, yes I ha-have! Louis!” William caught the investigative hand, pulling it away gently from his waist. “Please!”

“Forgive me brother- just worried.” Despite the apology, Louis was smiling, sharing a look with Albert across his shoulder. Oh dear- this wasn’t going to end well.

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Sometimes, William hated how right he was.

“L-Louis, really! I’m fine, I promise!” He scooted back further in his seat against the couch, hands held up as his brother approached. “There’s no need to interrogate me further!”

“Who said anything about interrogating? I just haven’t heard you laugh in such a long time. Neither of us had, right Albert?” Louis turned to their eldest brother, nodding once.

“But of course, Louis. I for one missed our dear brother smiling and laughing. The last time we’ve all seen one another- well, you were quite the character.” The brunette moved quickly, snatching up William’s wrists with ease, pulling them up and out of the way. “I don’t fault you for it- but I would prefer my next big memory of you in mirthful tears, not pained ones. Ready?”

“Ready!”

“Oh no- don’t you da-ahahhhahahahre!” William all but broke when Louis grabbed his sides, tapping against them with rapid speed. He’d gotten better at tickling in their time apart. “Lohohohoohuis, pleahhahahhahahse!”

“There it is! That’s the look we’ve been longing to see.” Louis giggled softly, easily switching from tapping to pinching and further sending William into giggly hysterics. “It’s so refreshing to hear it, don’t you agree?”

Albert was quiet, watching William laugh with the fondest of expressions. When his voice wouldn’t work, he simply smiled, alternating his grip so he could hold William’s wrists with one hand and tickle him with the other.

“Ah! Nohohohohot youhuohohohu twohohohooho! Alhahhahahahhalbehehehehhert!” William could barely speak, flustered and breathless. He was happy though- it was clear as day on his face as his brothers drew out every once of laughter he buried away for so long.

“What a sight to see, wouldn’t you agree?” Hidden just out of view by  the doorway, Moran grinned at Bonde, arms folded across his chest. “Hadn’t seen that sight in awhile.”

“Yes. It’s lovely.” They nodded, equally moved by the nostalgic sight. For a moment, they stood there taking it all in. Then…

“Shall we go get Fred? Give him a similar treatment?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Thank you for doing my request! May I request the Moriarty and Holmes brothers in a secret relationship with a male! reader but they get found out and they just say that they’re dating whether they were found out by their friends or their family is up to you

Hello!ofc!i hope you enjoyed it!

Ooh! yes definitely!

Hope you like it!

Ps : im so so sorry for the late reply!as an apology,i did all the characters regardless of you saying only four is enough ;D

And omgs???is that Xie Lian im seeing on your pfp????

Enjoy!

Love, Luna

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Albert

•since he's the head of the Moriarty household,it was a given that Albert enter a relationship sooner than anyone else

•everyone (except his family) expected him to enter an arranged marriage with some royal family

•like most of the marriages between the rich

•like his own family

•only for money,never out of love

•but ever since he got to know you, Albert,for the first time in his life

•understood what a loving relationship felt like

•how a relationship should be

•but since he didnt want to attract too many attention to you,he kept it a secret

•and you were fine with it too; having so many families forcing him to meet up with their sons or daughters always wore him out

•So having you by his side,always eased his mind

•and to be honest,he planned to tell about you to his family soon,but everytime something would've come up

•so one day,when you're both in his room,sitting on his bed

•with your head resting on his shoulder and his own resting on top of your head,eyes closed as he presses his lips to your hair

•and suddenly the door opens quietly,and Sebastian walks in

•the three of you freeze,not knowing what to do or say

•Albert is the first one to break the silence; introducing you to each other

•and with Sebastian's encouragement,you two tell the whole family about your relationship

•and who is more supportive of their family and friends loving someone so dearly,if it's not the Moriarty gang?

William

•William was never a big fan of relationships or entering one

•simply because his life was too dangerous to have someone so close to him all the time

•so he decides to not ever let his heart be capture by someone

•but all his plans come crashing down,the moment he sees you

•the way you laugh,your smile,the twinkle in your eyes

•the first time he tastes your lips upon his

•makes him close his eyes,and fall in love

•but he keeps your relationship a secret;he doesnt want anyone going after you after all

•but of course ,he should've known that keeping a secret from his not-so-small circle of family,is never easy

•so when one afternoon,where he's supposed to be alone with you in the house

•and lays down with you in the living room couch

•only for the door of the room burst open, revealing almost half of his family and friends

•it leaves William with no choice but to tell them

•he definitely couldn't keep quiet after the wolf whistle that James Bond let out

•and not surprisingly at all,everyone support your relationship

•and maybe try to even help you with your dates if the both of you are too busy

Louis

•ever since he was young, Louis only ever loved two people in his life,and they were his brothers

•the idea of loving someone outside his family ,someone to start a relationship with, never even crossed his mind

•so the day he sees you

•among the flowers in the garden of the household they were attending for a ball

•Louis knew you'll forever have a place in his heart

•so slowly ,he lets himself follow you

•to love you,and to be loved by you

•someone who showered him in unconditional love and affection , without wanting anything in return

•but he decides to keep your relationship a secret from everyone else;too afraid to bring trouble and danger to you

•but hiding a secret from his family was never an option in his life

•so when one afternoon,you two are alone in the house,and decide to cook together

•you being your playful self; stealing bites of foods and kisses here and there

•fail to notice that there are two more people inside the room

•so when Albert lets out a loud cough,you both jump,looking like deers caught in the spotlight

•and Louis is left with no choice but to introduce you to both his brothers; guilty from keeping it from them for so long

•but when both of them laugh,and start asking about your relationship

•Louise's heart feels lighter

•as he watches his favorite people in the whole wide world, laughing and talking to one another

Sherlock

•Sherlock never really cared for such things as love

•to him,love was something more like a bother,so it never interested him

•even when his friend,John fell in love and got married, Sherlock never showed any interest in doing the same

•that was,until he met you,on a rainy day

•the sound of the pitter patter of the rain against the roof of the shelter you both took at the same time

•the memory of you smiling shyly at him;with your hair soaked wet and raindrops dripping from your eyelashes

•still made him fall in love with you again and again

•and from then on,he kept your relationship a little secret,just between the two of you

•after all,he never had any interest of sharing his secrets with anyone

•but unfortunately for him, things never go his way

•because as soon as he sits you down on the couch,to start playing violin like you asked him to

•the door swings open,and John steps inside

•needless to say the air between you three grows awkward,as John looks to Sherlock ,back to you,and to Sherlock again

•and just as Sherlock's about to open his mouth to speak,John suddenly brightens up so fast that his friends mentally cringes

•John is quick to shake your hand and introduce himself ,and stares impatiently at Sherlock to introduce you too

•and when with a pained sigh, Sherlock tells John about your relationship,he didn't expect his friend to almost start crying

•too relieved of his friend founded someone that loves him

•Miss Hudson is the next one to know,from how loud the three of you are

•and of course ,after all the hugs and cries

•its time for a celebration

•after all,its not everyday to find out a man like Sherlock,has fallen so deeply in love

Mycroft

•Mycroft is a busy man

•and like Albert ,since he was young,everyone expected him to enter an arranged marriage

•but since knowing you from the bakery down streets

•he knew that he wont ever allow anyone to take your place

•Mycroft fell in love with you,and he fell hard

•your charm,your smile

•your kind hands always holding his cold ones

•made him realize how truly empty his life has been so far

•so without telling anyone,he keeps your relationship hidden from everyone

•he doesnt care for anyone knowing,but he doesnt want people to snoop around in your relationship and personal life

•he likes to keep your relationship quiet

•but thanks to his very annoying little brother,all his plans goes south

•as one night where the two of you are alone in his office, catching up with each other after days of endless work

•Sherlock opens the door with a loud bang

•making you two to pull away from each other like your touches burn

•Mycroft glares at his brother as the younger man looks between you two,and a mischief grin grows on his face

•and what other choice does he have except to tell Sherlock about your relationship?

•Sherlock, although annoying the hell out of his brother,is really supportive of your relationship

•he will always cover for him when Mycroft misses dinner with their parents in order to spend time with you

•but of course,not for free

•Mycroft, although not saying it out loud,is glad of letting Sherlock know

•cause no one is better at keeping secrets,than his mysterious detective brother

•and of course, because he can always use blackmail against Sherlock,its easier to keep his mouth shut

[hanafubukki]

Emotionally Irrational

Summary: You brought out feelings that he never thought he would feel, jealousy was one of them. 

Pairing: William James Moriarty X Reader 

Series: Part 1, Part 2 (This one)*

*Note: This story could be can be read as a stand-alone.

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·      William James Moriarty had felt many emotions throughout his life.

·      He never thought he would feel jealousy.

·      At least, never over a person before.

·      It took him a while to realize what this feeling was, but he figured it out.

·      Especially since it always revolved around you.

·      You who had come into his life so suddenly.

·      He never considered that he would find someone to love in this life, besides family that is.

·      His main goal of destroying the class system took precedence over anything else, including his life.

·      That’s what he thought at least.

·      Until he met you.

·      You made him want to change his plans.

·      You made him want to live.

·      William wanted to change the world still, but he wanted to live and see the change himself.

·      He wanted to be with you and relish the changing world.

·      William watched as you and Sherlock Holmes joked around.

·      You had wanted to meet him, practically insisted on it.

·       You had stated how you wanted to meet his best friend, even though he had initially denied such a label.

·      You knew better though.

·      You had poked and prodded until he had given in.

·      Which is why he was in this current situation, watching you and Sherlock get along splendidly.

·      Sherlock stated something which had you laughing in response.

·      It…irritated him.

·     You pushed Sherlock slightly in response to a comment he surely made about William, if the look he sent his way gave any indication.

·      William felt the need to go to you.

·      To have your smile directed towards him once more.

·      To be the only one in your gaze.

·      As Sherlock reached out to touch you on the shoulder, probably to pull you closer and tell more jokes about William.

·      You were suddenly out his reach.

·      William had gotten up and pulled you by the waist to his side.

·      You and Sherlock were shocked.

·      William smiled, a hint of malice coming through.

·      Sherlock smirked; he clearly got the message William was implying.

·      Don’t touch what is mine.

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Hope you enjoyed 💝☺️

This is purely self-indulgent. I mean, who wouldn't want William to get slightly jealous and protective over you? You know? 

This scenario has been in my mind for awhile. and I suddenly wanted to write it. All the nice anonies and friends on here and their comments made it possible as well, so thank you. 

[beautifulsnake2162020]

Random Moriarty the Patriot idea

Okay I have a random idea and if anybody wants me to write it I shall bring it to existence:

So what if Liam James Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes (post love confession Reichenbach falls) instead of falling just into water falls into a portal (Enchanted style) and they go back in time during a fairytale era. For the sake of discussion I will say that it is Cinderella or rather it is in the palace where the Prince from Cinderella lives and these two boyfriends being the geniuses that they are - they help the prince identify Cinderella based on their observations during the ball and the evidence they find. Like imagine them telling the Prince

W: "So you've never met her before and her name wasn't announced?"

P: "Yes! It's as if she suddenly appeared out of nowhere"

S: "How intriguing. At least we can rule out most of the boring aristocratic women."

W: "And don't forget this clue she left behind" *picks up glass slipper*

S: "Now what woman would wear something as painful as glass to a ball. Either she must have some really talented friends or she must be very poor and that the only way she could slip in to a party is by wearing these shoes that would be too uncomfortable for anyone else."

W: "Based on her stature when she was dancing with you and her glass shoe, she's petite, probably due to either malnutrition or through a starving diet trend. Based on how she was in awe with the ambiance, I'm likely to believe the former. It was a special night for her - which explains why nobody has seen her before. And we don't even know her own name."

P: *Amazed by Sherliam* You got all that by observing ?😲

Sherliam laughs

S: "Oh trust me Charming, you haven't seen anything yet. Hey Liam, how about a contest to see who can find this mystery lady first?"

W: *chuckles* "Sherly if you wanted to go on a date, you just need to ask"

And essentially the whole search by everywoman try the glass shoe doesn't happen because the King, and Prince Charming just puts Sherliam in charge of finding the mystery woman.

And when they logic their way somehow and find Cinderella, they also plan how to get her out of the abusive situation and brings her to Prince Charming.

And this is just one of many. I can totally imagine William being the only one who can actually make Lady Tremaine unnerved. Because she reminds him of abusive aristocrats back in their time.

This is just random btw.

[married-to-google-translater]

Hi there 🥰

Can you please write headcanons about a fem reader who have a little bit of acne in her face and sometimes have some emotional crises like : being sad, wanting to hide herself etc.. and how Moriarty brothers + sherlock would react to this and how they would treat/ maybe help her?

It can be small ;)

Thanks a lot

Xoxo

This is part 1/2 to William and Sherlock ;) Np. Thanks to sending this amazing request... Xoxo.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock would joke openly about your acne.

( No, this man really has no sense of the situation )

But when you burst into tears or threw Sherlock with the pillow (you can choose the option you want... I would throw him with the pillow) he would stop laugh to you.

( This is not related to the story but I used just 15 mins of my life to get that sentence written correctly... I Should really learn English or get a better translator)

Sherlock really isn’t the best at comforting.

But he's really trying (maybe).

He would bring you some brain care products (if there were any at the end of the 19th century)

Sherlock also lists out loud things that could be much worse.

and that list is very long.

If someone harasses you because of acne then soon they will be charged with a crime they never committed.

Sherlock thinks this is the easiest way to deal with the problem

( absolutely awesome logic )

William James Moriarty

William would be very affectionate and kind to you.

He listens to your concerns, acts as your therapist, doesn’t force you to go out and lets you eat in bed.

He would like to tell you how beautiful you are and how he loves you.

But William will understand if you feel insecure.

And he is willing to praise you even every day if it improves your well-being.

He would also try to get / come up with good skin care products for you.

If someone is mean to you because of your skin problems, William really doesn’t accept it.

Such people do not deserve to live in a new world.

He will do his best to show that he cares about you

[muqingswife]

I saw you reblogging mtp content a few times on my dash, can you recommend me some good x reader fanfics? I'm new in this fandom I hope you will accept ☺️

OH MY GOD I HOPE I DIDNT MAKE YOU WAIT TOO LONG, i usually dont see my tumblr notifications 😞

well, answering your question, i only read william fanfics, here are some that i really like (obs: its 5am now in brazil, im dying of sleep and the sfw n nsfw r all mixed, in the beginning i tried to be more organised but now its a mess 🥴

of authors, I LOVE @moriartyluver and @pillow-anime-talk, they are definitely my favorite authors, you can read all their fanfics and ALL will be good but these are my favorites

moriarty

https://www.tumblr.com/moriartyluver/704616356287578112/hi-how-are-you-if-someone-hasnt-already-id?source=share (ive lost count of how many times i re-read this

https://www.tumblr.com/moriartyluver/710434893110394880/may-i-request-william-as-a-father-hcs-preferably?source=share (i love everything that involves characters being parents, especially liam

https://www.tumblr.com/moriartyluver/710722841291735040/ah-i-would-love-to-see-a-scenario-of-william-with?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/moriartyluver/713710729223602177/hi-hi-can-i-request-something-where-liams-noble?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/moriartyluver/714142684371156992/okay-but-imagine-being-liams-wife-and-he-forgets?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/moriartyluver/697486676026654720/request-character-william-moriarty-x?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/moriartyluver/698488819059687424/hi-may-i-request-a-louis-x-reader-where-we-just?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/moriartyluver/707901679885008896/good-day-its-me-again-just-a-little-question?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/moriartyluver/709146176959741952/hello-love-i-was-wondering-if-i-can-request-angst?source=share

pillow

sfw:

https://www.tumblr.com/pillow-anime-talk/725758537229320192/hello-can-i-ask-for-prompt-1-family-fic-with?source=share (I WAS THE ONE WHO SENT THIS ASK, this fanfic will always have a special place in my heart

https://pillow-anime-talk.tumblr.com/post/657788659226034177/still-love-you

https://pillow-anime-talk.tumblr.com/post/667681060241489920/rainy-time

https://pillow-anime-talk.tumblr.com/post/686427769925730305/math-lesson

https://www.tumblr.com/pillow-anime-talk/688791921871798272/modernwilliam?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/pillow-anime-talk/724986262872866816/good-day-for-your-event-may-i-ask-for-prompt-20?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/pillow-anime-talk/726390781048389632/hi-if-its-not-too-much-trouble-may-i-ask-for?source=share

nsfw:

https://pillow-anime-talk.tumblr.com/post/639699977267036161/skin-to-skin

here are other fanfics, by different authors

https://www.tumblr.com/fairy-writes/721874357355528192/hello-dear-how-are-you-i-hope-you-are-doing?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/joanquill/742188480465141760/valentines-day-headcanons?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tulipsforvin/747118674735923200/hi-i-would-like-to-react-to-the?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/fairy-writes/720592047851094016/take-a-rest-love-reblogs-and-comments-are?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tinkerleaf/746613545803923456/nap-time?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tulipsforvin/748193420252774400/a-love-that-melts-all?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/temporaryrose200/714245436928671744/hello-sweetie-how-are-you-firstly-let-me-tell?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/neontokyoo/717607253349449728/hi-could-you-do-some-headcanons-on-the-moriarty?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/oh-ranpo/694247586565111808/pairing-william-james-moriarty-x-femreader?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/rosesrflo/694267122730336256/honey-just-put-your-sweet-lips-on-my?source=share (i love this one

https://www.tumblr.com/kunikame/707621180645998592/just-a-lil-something-thats-been-in-the-drafts-for?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tulipsforvin/733983431386660865/helloooo-can-i-request-william-having-a-so-that?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tulipsforvin/734078932718125056/hi-can-i-please-request-some-smut-headcanons-for?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/rosesrflo/701747703937384448/hiya-i-wanna-request-some-william-comfort-fic-bc-i?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tulipsforvin/734029257887678464/hey-may-i-request-some-fluff-with-william-x?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/neontokyoo/718697150500028416/im-loving-the-way-you-write-william-maybe-hc?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/tulipsforvin/732423955241140224/william-j-moriarty?source=share

thats it for now, tomorrow maybe ill add more because now im really falling asleep, i hope you like it!

[teawaffles]

Louis and the Aquaria: Chapter 4

Three days after the angelfish had fallen ill. In total, it was now 11 days since the fish had arrived at the mansion.

Despite Louis’s devoted care, ‘William’s’ condition had not improved.

Its fins, once proudly raised upright, were now drooping. The shine of its scales had faded away, and even the way it swam looked quivery and uncertain. During mealtimes, it left virtually all of its food uneaten. In short, ever since its poor health had been discovered, its condition had steadily worsened.

An angelfish, drifting through the water alone.

Louis was watching over it from a chair.

He could do nothing, and chafed at his own powerlessness. On top of that, the cause of its illness might’ve been his own thoughtless actions — it felt downright unbearable.

Incidentally, the South American trees that were brought in the other day had now been moved to the end of the hall. It was a reasonable measure: after all, there was a fear that the change in environment might have affected the fish. Now, one would think the area would’ve simply returned to its former state — but after the trees that had exuded such a strange presence were moved away, the space around the tank now looked somewhat empty.

Only the mechanical noises of the aquarium equipment could be heard echoing through the hall. Then, the hall door inched open, and there stood Fred.

Seated before the aquarium, Louis hadn’t even turned to look at the newcomer to the room. Instead, he watched the angelfish in earnest silence.

Fred walked up to him quietly.

“Are you alright?”

“If you’re talking about the angelfish, then unfortunately, its condition isn’t good. But although my attention has been taken up by the care of this one, by no means have I neglected the others. You can be assured of that.”

“…………”

Fred had actually been asking after Louis’s own health; but from that determined reply, he could sense that Louis had intentionally avoided the topic, and so he didn’t press further.

Looking over the surrounding tanks, he could see that the other fish were swimming energetically. Just as Louis had said, it seemed he had avoided falling into the trap of letting one fish impede the management of the entire endeavour.

For several minutes, an uncomfortable silence pervaded the space between them.

From the side, Fred looked at Louis and ‘William’ in turn. As the careworn man gazed at the sickly fish, his face exuded exhaustion in waves.

Ever since he’d begun nursing the fish, Louis had been in constant attendance by its tank. After preparing everyone’s meals, he would shut himself in this room to watch over it alone. Occasionally, out of concern, the others would come in to check on him — but Louis stubbornly refused to leave.

When was the last time he’d gone back to his room? ——There wasn’t any bed prepared here, and from the state of his complexion, it was painfully obvious that he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

Fred dithered on about it. But eventually, he made up his mind, and asked Louis a question.

“Mr Louis. I understand how you feel, but you should still get some rest. If your body breaks down, everything will have been in vain.”

“I believe I told you everything’s fine.”

In contrast to his usual manner, the voice that struck Fred had been exceedingly cold.

It was clear that Louis did not want him to probe any further.

Fred nearly withered after hearing that — but no matter what he did, he couldn’t suppress the burgeoning question within him.

“——Why are you doing so much for just one fish? Didn’t you say it before: that they are just a means to carry out the plan?”

“…………”

Thinking back to his own words, he knew Fred was spot on. But he twisted his lips and looked down, as if he found it difficult to respond. In his lap, his hands were balled into tight fists — perhaps, that question had stirred up a conflict within him.

In the past, Louis and Fred had fallen out in the middle of a mission.

At the time, their task had been to punish the nobles who’d abducted children from the slums and forced them into cruel manhunts. During the operation, they’d been split on whether to help a child whose injured leg had rendered him immobile.

Fred had insisted on helping him, but Louis proposed leaving the child behind, as their objective to murder the noblemen came first. Although Fred knew that he’d said it out of concern for his brother, who was also on the same mission, he still found Louis’s decision rather callous.

In the end, Moran — who was like an older brother to them — stepped in and defused the situation. However, the fact remained that Fred and Louis had nearly clashed over their differences in opinion.

——Louis James Moriarty, was a man who could become as ruthless as necessary for his brother’s sake.

It was a fact that those who worked with the “Lord of Crime” knew all too well.

However, it was precisely because Fred understood his personality, that he was baffled as to why Louis would go so far to devote himself to a mere tropical fish.

It was but one fish out of three. And even if all the angelfish were to die, there were still tens of other species in the aquaria. There were plenty of replacements.

Then, why——.

“Fred. You’re right.”

Still looking down, Louis spoke in a grave, yet clear voice.

“It’s a tool to help my brother get close to his target. There are no further reasons than that. If it were any ordinary fish, I wouldn’t have gotten so invested. And if my brother ordered me to kill all of them right now, I wouldn’t hesitate to do so.”

Fred nodded. But at the same time, those words chilled him to the core. He would’ve done it himself as well, if William told him to — but he couldn’t understand how Louis was able to completely close off his heart to the living things he’d so carefully raised.

“Still……”

Louis tried to continue, but his voice was trembling ever so slightly, and Fred could not hide his astonishment. The man was normally calm and collected; but now, unlike his usual self, it seemed as though quivers of agony were wringing him out from the inside.

Seated on his chair, Louis slowly looked up at the angelfish before him.

“Still, for this one alone—— even though it was done half as a joke, it was given the name ‘William’, and so I must do everything I can for it.”

His voice was filled with determination.

“It pains me to say this, but what you said was true. It’s foolish of me, but I’ve grown attached to a fish that was meant to be nothing more than a tool. Of all things, I’ve ended up projecting the image of my brother onto a fish.”

“Mr Louis……”

He’d laid bare the emotions he had been suppressing with logic, and now, Fred understood just how much he’d been suffering.

——Projecting his own brother, onto an angelfish.

Perhaps, if one didn’t know the brothers’ background, one would find this rather comical. But as someone who shared their ambitions, Fred had no intention of laughing.

Louis devoted himself to their work without batting an eye. But having been with the two brothers until now, Fred was painfully aware that that cold-heartedness was, from another perspective, directly linked to his extraordinary love for William.

In that case, it was only natural that once something was given the name of the brother he so revered, Louis would begin to see it as more than a mere tool.

It was the complete opposite of what Louis had always said and done. But Fred knew that his words were backed by conviction, and thus realised that further persuasion would be futile. In fact, he could even sympathise with that selfless devotion to the fish.

Because to Louis, William James Moriarty was a figure more precious and important than anything else.

But although he understood Louis’s feelings, that didn’t mean the problem was resolved.

“Even so, there isn’t anything else we can……”

Though it was extremely difficult to say, it was also the unassailable truth, and Louis accepted it with bitterness.

“……Indeed. There’s nothing else we can do.”

The strength of one’s feelings alone, could not hope to fight a disease that existed in reality.

It was a cruel truth, and Fred’s expression clouded over. Although he no longer had any intention of stopping Louis, just like this, a wordless silence settled between them once more.

The room was engulfed in a heavy stillness.

“——It sure feels rather gloomy in here. Louis, Fred.”

Then, the voice of that man rang out.

The two of them looked at the entrance, and saw William entering the hall with silent steps.

Looking at his younger brother seated listlessly before the aquarium, William’s voice was mingled with sorrow.

“You don’t seem to be well, Louis. Although this is something I asked you to do, it shouldn’t come at the expense of your own health.”

“Nii-san……”

Louis rose to his feet, in an attempt to explain the current situation; but all he had were useless excuses, and he fell silent.

Instead, Fred stepped forward and tried to defend him.

“N-No, Mr William. He was, trying to help the fish——”

But William raised a hand to stop him.

“Fred, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I haven’t come here to lay blame on Louis; rather, I’m here to give him something important.”

“Eh?”

That was not what he’d been expecting. Puzzled, Fred stood rooted to the spot.

Then, William took a tiny bottle of liquid and a small piece of paper from his breast pocket, then handed them both to Louis.

Needless to say, Louis was perplexed.

“Nii-san……. These are?”

“——Medicine for the fish.”

At those nonchalant words, Louis and Fred were startled. Wide-eyed, they stared at the bottle in Louis’s hand.

“From what I’ve been told, this has been prepared using a solution of malachite green as a base. [1] Adding an appropriate amount of it to the water should do the trick,” William explained simply.

“Did you arrange for this, Mr William?”

A trace of excitement crept into Fred’s expression, and William nodded leisurely.

“I’d anticipated a situation like this, so I requested Herder to develop such a remedy. But because the fish-keeping equipment was the bigger priority, it seems the medicine was completed a little late. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Louis — these past few days must’ve been difficult for you.”

Hearing that, Fred found himself with a newfound admiration for William’s foresight, as well as Herder’s outstanding technical expertise.

With both hands, Louis clutched the tiny bottle as if it were priceless beyond compare.

“——Thank you so much, nii-san!”

In a pitch-dark situation, he’d now been given a ray of hope. Louis sank into a deep bow, and William responded with a smile full of warmth.

“Also, I have an update on our work: in five days, the fish will all be leaving the mansion.”

Slowly, Louis and Fred’s expressions grew taut.

“I managed to secure a meeting with Stapleton a few days earlier. As planned, he was lured in by the tropical fish, and invited us to his mansion in exchange for us handing them all over to him. After that meeting, I believe I’ll be able to judge if he’s indeed engaged in nefarious acts.”

“Understood,” Louis replied.

“I’ll report back once I obtain the results. Well then, I wish you all the best.”

With those parting words, William left the hall with a dignified air. Louis and Fred thanked him once again, then looked at one another.

Fred smiled. “The fish will surely get better once you use this,” he said.

But in contrast, Louis’s manner was exceedingly calm.

“I wouldn’t be optimistic,” he cautioned. “Since the drug was only just developed, there may be concerns about its quality, and we don’t know for sure if it’ll be effective in treating this particular disease.”

But Fred simply narrowed his eyes, and stared at Louis’s face.

“……What’s the matter?”

Fred pushed the corners of his own mouth up with his fingers.

“You’re smiling.”

“Wha……!”

In an instant, Louis hid his mouth with a hand. No matter how he tried to look unruffled, it seemed he was unable to conceal the sheer delight brimming within him.

“A-Anyway! Since this is something William nii-san and Mr Herder have prepared, let’s use it right away!”

Louis said that in an especially loud voice, in a bid to hide his embarrassment; then, following the instructions on the piece of paper he’d been given, he added the liquid medicine into the tank.

“Now all we can do is hope it’ll work.”

“It’ll be fine, for sure,” Fred said brightly.

For once, Louis did not argue back.

Footnotes:

[1] Malachite green can be used as an antimicrobial in aquaculture (Wikipedia). But it is toxic and potentially carcinogenic(!!), hence it’s been banned for this purpose in many countries today.

[pillow-anime-talk]

math lesson.

request: hiii! how are you? i wanted to send you a request for such a long time, your writing style is simply awesome! could i request an one shot with william james moriarty, where, like, he tutors his f!s/o in maths? s/o isn’t that good on maths, but still tries hard :’)))) thanks in advance! 😁

# tags: scenario; current relationship; a bit of romance; fluff; tutor!william (he’s so handsome and intelligent, god); cute!reader; math lessons; sfw

includes: female reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: hello, anonnie! i am really fine, thanks! i am just very happy to reopen the requests from you. currently, i’m drinking tea with lemon! hope you are feel good as well. thank you for your message and have a nice day/night!

For almost twenty minutes you’ve been jumping from foot to foot, wondering how you should start a conversation with your partner on a shameful (for you) topic. You were really stressed out and afraid that your boyfriend would laugh at you for your problem; of course, this was absolutely not true and it didn’t even have the right to exist, because your lover was one of the most understanding and sincere people you knew, and he was always willing to help and give the other person good advice. Nevertheless, your fingers tightened more and more on the two enormous dark-green books, one gray notebook and a black pen; you held it all tightly to your breast.

At the same time, William was sitting in a comfortable red armchair in the huge living, bright room; his hands are holding the fresh morning newspaper. Every now and then his dominant hand reached for a porcelain cup of hot tea and also pleasant music played from an old gramophone in the background. It was a perfect Saturday morning for a young man.

At one point, however, hearing a slight noise to his own right side, William smiled under his breath and set the white cup back down on the small saucer.

“Y/N, come here. Why don’t you have a lemon tea with me?” He asked in a harmonious tone and you jumped up (you really hoped he wouldn’t hear you, but well...). You have fulfilled his request, your cheeks turned even redder, and so did your nose and ear tips. “Did something happen...?” He asked a bit worried, but after a second he noticed the titles in your both arms. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“I... Well ... I have a problem with math recently and... I just wanted to ask, could you please explain one thing to me?” You asked a bit awkwardly, and the blonde one immediately grabbed your smooth hand, asking you to sit on the chair on his left side. “Before that, I had no problem with math, I got the lowest grade, but I didn’t have to write something a second time. Now I feel like I may not pass the test I have next Friday.”

Your partner looked at a few pages in one of the books fairly quickly, then looked at you with a slight, gentle glance.

“Of course I will help you. It’s kinda weird that you didn’t come to me sooner. Then you would have passed the previous tests with a much better grade, dear.” He stroked your cheek. “Nothing is lost yet. What do you want to learn today?”

“... Integrals.” You sighed deeply. “As I understand the previous subjects, here my head is empty, totally blank. I don’t understand what is happening in class and in addition, the lecturer quickly explains everything and I don’t have time to focus on listening and writing notes at the same time.” Your expression was a bit sad, but luckily the blonde gave you some hope in your heart.

“Then I will explain the definition of the integral from the beginning, give you some examples based on the formulas given in the book, and finally we will solve some math problems. Subsequently, we’re gonna take a lunch break and study for a while again, okay?”

You nodded immediately, thanking him sincerely for his willingness to help.

Over the next few minutes, William was very careful and unhurried in explaining the definitions and functions of the integrals one by one. He told you when to use a specific formula, and showed you some easier and more difficult examples, as well as simple ways to deal with them. Meanwhile, he was answering your every question, and you listened carefully to his answers. After that, you moved on to solving the problems from your huge book and the tasks that your incredibly intelligent boyfriend had come up with.

“... Finally, I also add ‘+C’ because it is a real number. Any real number! Integrals are the inverse of the derivatives of functions.” You said in a confident voice and your boyfriend nodded.

“Exactly. It should be remembered that an integer can be any number, therefore, to simplify the notation, we use the letter ‘C’ for this purpose. Additionally, have in mind the formulas from the textbook as the whole theory of integration is based on them. And remember that the integral of the sine changes the sign to the opposite one and the sine itself changes to the cosine.”

This time you looked at your boyfriend, nodding. The man smirked, then took the black pen from your hands.

“Okay, my lady. Let’s take a short break and be back here in two hours to repeat the material.”

You were about to get up from your chair to prepare the meal for the two of you, in the same time thanking him again for his help with the math material, but the young male grabbed your precious hand between his long fingers and pulled your body closer to him. Thanks to this, he could easily give you a light kiss in the middle of your mouth and then a tender kiss on the forehead.

You felt a tremendous surge of energy and confidence as you laughed under your breath. Your boyfriend was really the best and he looked really good explaining all the tasks for you. You will definitely ask him for help one more time.

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MtP: Little Tease

Ship: Albert James Moriarty x Reader Show: Yuukoku No Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot) Rating: Pg 13?? Warnings: Teasing, flirting, suggestions Prompt: “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

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You let out a soft yawn as you headed towards your living quarters in the manor, the Moriarty Manor to be exact. It was a long day of basic duties, but it never bothered you, quite the opposite- it was a pleasure working for the Moriarty men. William, Louis, and Albert were all incredibly generous, especially Albert. Over the couple years you have worked for them, he grew incredibly sweet towards you. He’d allow you lifts home in the carriage when out in the town, he’s aided you in the kitchen while you cooked or did the dishes, he allowed you some days off here and there just to rest. Not to say him or his brothers didn’t do this with other servants, but you and the other help noticed Albert did it most often for you.

But when he’s been alone with you, it’s been a bit more.

Moment One:

“Master Albert!” You exclaimed stepping out of the tailor shop, his carriage parked in front with him standing outside it.

“Hello (y/n),” he smiled softly. “I noticed you about town and wondered if you were finished? We could go home together,” he hummed, his voice as smooth as velvet. You choked down the frog in your throat, his choice of words made you sound more intimate with him in public which made your pulse race in embarrassment…or…excitement? Nevertheless, you nodded.

“That’d be nice! Thank you, kindly Master Albert!” You smiled, following his wave to come towards the carriage. The driver took your tailored dress and stowed it away and you stepped into the vehicle. Your heart bumped as you felt a light graze on your lower back as you hopped up. He was spotting you while you stepped inside, he probably didn’t mean to touch you. Albert stepped in after and took a seat besides you. It was a bit odd to sit next to him, but his presence was oddly comforting too.

“You know you do not have to call me Master, (y/n)” Albert spoke, his emerald eyes turning to contact yours.

“…I know you’ve said it before…though it feels too strange to say it while in town…”

“Do you think I have not noticed you still do not call me Albert at the manor as well?” You broke eye contact and bit your bottom lip, but he knew he got you before that. “I’d like to hear it.”

You slowly looked back up to him, confused by his request. “Wh-what?”

“ ‘Albert’,” he grinned slyly at you, closing the distance between you two a little bit. You heart started banging against your chest and you felt your cheeks flush a bit. The space in the carriage was small, the distance between you both was now small, and there was no way out from his eye contact. Albert tilted his head slightly. “Please?” Oh, he was absolutely trying to kill you with kindness (and your internal crush on him). You swallowed a bit heavy.

“…A-…Al..bert…” You said his name slowly, the foreign feeling of no honorifics was strange, but it also left a good tingly feeling on your tongue and in your heart. You saw his smile grow large and pure as he sat back into his seat properly.

“That made me happy, (y/n), thank you,” he said, staring out the window now. It took a moment for you to take your eyes off him. You didn’t think that’d make him so happy.

Moment Two:

“Preparing for our guests tonight (y/n?),” You glanced up from your cutting board to see Albert standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He was dressed in his clean white button-up and blue slacks. For a moment, you wondered where his jacket was, but the way his shirt hugged his figure, you were glad it was missing. You looked back down to the pepper you were cutting before you mind and eyes began to wander too far.

“Yes sir, there’s a lot to do before they arrive.”

“Ah, then I am sure I can be of assistance!” He stepped to the closet and pulled on a fresh apron.

“Master Albert, you don’t have to worry yourself with that, I have plenty of time.” He stepped over next to you on your left side as he finished tying the apron, pulling over another cutting board that was on the table.

“It’s no worry, if anything I am sure this will be enjoyable to cook with you.” Albert picked a clean knife from the rack, so thankfully he missed your light blush. “What else do we need to chop?”

“Uh, some onions are next, they are on the right side of me under the counter,” you stated, motioning your head to the side. Albert nodded as he stepped behind you and leaned down to reach for the onions. Suddenly, you felt his large, left hand placed firmly on your waist, which caused you to feel his balance shimmy. To catch himself and pull himself straight up again, he pulled up directly into you, his chest flush against your back, hand still on your waist, the bag of onions in this other hand. You could feel his breath just ghosting over your neck and ear, it was so light but it was there. “A-Albert?!” You quietly exclaimed in the moment, staring in random spots on the table to try to gain some sanity.

“I’m sorry (y/n),” Your body tensed as his breathy words breezed over your ear—when did his face get that close?! “I slipped, I’ll be more careful,” he finished. With that, he stood besides you again and began chopping onions like nothing happened.

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It was small events like that, but your heart was about to explode every time. So at this late hour, the last person you expected to see outside your living quarter was Albert Moriarty, standing beside your door.

“M-master Albert?” You questioned, gaining his attention, he looked up from his thoughts and smiled to you softly.

“(Y/n)…” He hummed. Albert’s eyes glanced you from head to toe, and very subtly licked his bottom lip. You missed both of those. “I’d like to have a word with you, but I figured you’d be tired from the long day, so it’s best to speak inside.”

“Oh…okay, yah, sure,” You nodded quickly and stepped over to the door to unlock it. You didn’t think there was anything else to do, but the idea of Albert in your room sent you down a roller coaster of emotions. He requested to speak with you privately in your room, you were a person of no place to say no, even with the Moriarty generosity. You pushed the door open and stepped aside for him to walk in. Albert looked around your room, simply decorated, the queen bed was nicely made, curtains open and a soft lilac candle burning on a small desk you had. Closing the door, you slowly walked up to him while he was observing. “What can I do for you Master Albert?”

“ ‘Al-bert’,” he looked down to you, an amused smile on his lips. You eyes widened for a moment before glancing away again.

“I..I can’t get use to it sir, you’re of a nobility family, I’m just here to serve you no matter the generosity you share. I still have to respect you.”

“Respect isn’t solely based on a title, I know well that you hold my brothers and I in high regards,” the brunette confirmed, turning to fully face you. “However, I really want you to call me by my name (y/n).” Your cheeks flushed a light pink, hoping that the light of the candle in the room and low moonlight weren’t enough for him to see. He was only two feet away though…

“Is that what you came to talk to me about?” Your voice was hesitant, and he caught that. He let out a little chuckle.

“No, I understand how it will take some time to get use to that. I came for another reason.” You stared up at him, Albert was thriving on your full, undivided attention. He wanted your (e/c) to stare at him all the time, your voice to play its tune all the time, he had fallen for you a while ago, but you never seemed to notice the small attempts he made. Or, what he truly believes, was that the social hierarchy made you believe he couldn’t be attracted to someone ‘like you’. And the more he observed you, the more he knew he was right, and you were just afraid to openly fall for him. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

Your heart immediately smashed against your chest at that request, and now you couldn’t stop your face from turning as red as a tomato. Did he really, I mean REALLY, just request to sleep in your room tonight? His green orbs continued to stare warmly at you, waiting for an answer. In truth, Albert was loving how red your cheeks were, how flustered such a simple request got you. He knew you liked him, but he wanted you to admit it for yourself and not be afraid of others stupid opinions.

“(Y/n?)?” Albert spoke, stepping slightly forward and tilting his head closer to you. The proximity snapped you out of it and you jumped back slightly.

“Ahh-hh,…um…isn’t there-..I mean…b-but there are…” Your brain tried to think of multiple reasons at once why he shouldn’t and scrambled them all out at the same time. Albert let out a small laugh.

“(Y/n), please relax. The guestrooms are taken by Moran and Fred right now, and I could never ask such a favor of another servant.” He stepped close to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and guide you to look at him. “You and I know each other well, you’ve worked here long. We trust each other. I’d prefer to share a room with someone like you.” His free hand reached up and brushed the hair away from your face as you stared at him in awe and disbelief. That hand joined in cupping you free cheek as the distance between you two grew smaller.

“Please?” Albert spoke barely above a whisper, his eyes half lidded as he stared into yours. You could feel his breath on your face as the gap got smaller. You internally panicked. Wherever this was going it couldn’t be good. It just couldn’t—he was a noble, the head of the Moriarty family! Sharing a room, no honorifics, aiding you, it couldn’t mean anything good for you. You had to cut it off…move…MOVE DAMMIT!

The voices screaming in your head all stopped the moment you felt his lips press to yours. Albert’s lips were incredibly soft, his fingers grazing your cheeks as he held you gently. It was light against you, his lips nicely encasing your top lip. He barely separated your lips as he turned his head slightly to the other side and kissed your bottom lip with a bit more firmness. The cologne he was wearing was aiding your high, it let out scents of soft sandalwood, some amber and something in it gave it a bit of a musky scent. For a kiss that only lasted under a minute, it felt like 10 years just went by before he pulled his lips off, hovering from your face at only two inches. It was then you realized you closed your eyes, because opening them to see Albert smiling softly sent you to heaven.

“Albert…” you barely whispered, staring at him in awe. The fact that he kissed you and broke so many social standings (again). Albert’s smile changed into this larger grin.

“You said it,” he gleamed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, glancing at your lips thinking when to go back in for more. But he wanted to give you time to understand he was sincere.

“S-said what?”

“My name…” He rested his forehead against yours, staring lovingly into your (e/c) orbs. “I care too much about you to let something as trivial as social status stop me from telling you. And I am happy I was able to show you too.” You noticed Albert’s cheeks were dusty pink which made you smile a bit and giggle. “What?” He chuckled lowly.

“Nothing…” You muttered, glancing down at your feet. You would have never believed it if anyone else told you Albert cared for you. You still weren’t one hundred percent sure to believe it. But because of your strong love for him, you couldn’t fake the happiness you felt from his words. He was scaring away your insecurities and fears one action at a time. One word at time.

“Cute,” he hummed and kissed your forehead. “You can go change and prepare for bed, I’ll wait for you.” You felt one of his hands hold your own, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hand.

“Okay...but this stays between us for now and you leave before the others wake,” you stated, your cheeks still a bit pink from the kiss and confession. If he was truly to stay with you the night, you were worried about the rumors that could spread, but so long as he left before other servants woke, you figured it’d be fine.

“Of course, my darling,” Albert nodded and watched you turn to head towards the ladies room. He had been in his robe and prepared to sleep well before he arrived at your room, so all he had to was wait. When you returned out of your bathroom, Albert had already made himself comfortable in your bed, the sheets covering half of him and pulled open ready for you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, you never thought you’d be sleeping with Albert, literally. You took a quiet, deep breath and walked over to the bed and set yourself into it, pulling the covers over you, blowing out the night candle right after. He began to lower into the bed and sheets and you followed in motion. Before you got too comfortable he spoke to you. “Good night, (y/n),” Albert’s voice hummed right next to you, causing a tingly feeling in your body.

“..Good night...Albert,” you replied softly, cheeks flushing and quickly turned on your side, your back facing him. You heard him chuckle and felt the bed shift as he got comfortable too. And when you woke up, you found his arms wrapped around your waist, your back to his chest and his soft breathing in your messy bed head hair. It was so comfortable...it was worth the risk of getting caught.

__________________________________ A/N: I had fun writing this, these gentlemen are adorable to write for! I’m just getting random inspiration off prompts right now, but if you have any ideas I may certainly write them too!

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Proposal (Albert Moriarty x reader)

| Requested by @weendiny14: “Hi !!! I just want to know if I can request something about Moriarty 😍! How Albert propose to his wife ? Maybe how he acted like a husband ! Love your work 😘 English is not my first language so sorry” |

albert moriarty

rating: everyone

word count: 993

a/n: i hope this is okay!!! i hope no one is too out of character here and that i did both the characters and request justice! i had fun writing this so please enjoy!!! (also my first request thank you for requesting!!!!) my inbox is open :)

It was quite hilarious actually.

Seeing Albert James Moriarty, the high ranking general in the British army, stress over extremely minor details. Of course, he knew how to downplay his emotions; but it was obvious in the way he slightly spaced out and the rare misspelled words in his letters that had people wondering if the eldest Moriarty brother was alright.

His younger brothers no doubt had the time of their lives seeing their older brother just a little more frantic than usual. However, they understood the reason why their brother was so anxious.

“(Y/N) said they liked simple, so keep it simple.” But just because they understood the reason, doesn’t mean they understood the feeling.

Albert stared at the glaring ring in front of him, suddenly feeling the urge to cancel your meeting with him later. He then glanced up at William who sat across from him, legs crossed and chin resting on his propped-up arm. “But they keep mentioning how grandiose their father’s proposal was to their mother.” A large sigh escaped the brown-haired general before slipping the ring into the hidden pocket of his coat.

“Well, (Y/N) is your spouse to be, so you should know them better than a story they repeatedly tell you.” Green eyes met red ones and the older brother sighed once more.

“If only you were as smart with women as you were with the world, William.”

Albert took a glance at the clock and found that he had at least an hour before meeting you.

“I should take my leave and give it some more thought.” A sly smile spread across William’s lips before sending his brother off with a wave. “Good luck, Brother Albert.”

The serene smile on your face momentarily distracted Albert from the inevitable question he wanted to ask you.

“You chose a wonderful day to come to the lake!” You beamed, taking in the sight of the sparkling water around you. A fond smile graced Albert’s lips as you excitedly glanced around. “Well, I would only choose the best for my love.” He said before gently grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips for a chaste kiss.

Heat rose to your face and you smiled shyly before slowly taking your hand out of his grasp. “It’s very quiet when there’s no one else here.” You breathed out a calm sigh before allowing your posture to loosen. “Thank you for bringing me here, Albert.” You let silence overtake the two of you before realizing that the Moriarty brother hadn’t responded in a while.

“Love?” You spoke up before glancing over at him, only to see him deep in thought. You chuckled before leaning in close to him. “You’ve been spacing out often in recent days,” you said, a little worried since he was always mentally present. “Is everything alright?” Albert’s eyes flicked up to yours and when he saw the love and concern in your eyes, his mind was made up.

“(Y/N),” he started. “I have been spending weeks trying to plan the most lavish way to express my feelings, but when you looked at me with those beautiful eyes of yours, it felt like there was no better time than now.” Albert got off of his seat and onto one knee, his eyes more earnest than you’ve ever seen them. He grabbed both of your hands and held them between you two. “You are too wonderful for this kind of world and I want you to be with me when it turns into something beautiful.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), I want to give you my heart and make you mine.” Albert let go of your hand and pulled out the ring from his jacket. “Will you marry me?”

It seemed as if time stood still as he waited for your answer. The heartbeat in his chest drowned out any other sounds from nature while he stared up at you.

Tears gathered at the corner of your eyes and you choked out a response. “This is better than my father’s proposal.” A wide grin bloomed across Albert’s face as you nodded furiously. “I will marry you!” He slipped the ring onto your finger and you tackled him into a hug, forgetting the etiquette of being a noble.

You pulled away slightly and Albert immediately committed the scene in front of him to his memory. The sun shone brightly behind you, almost as if some god above bestowed you upon him. You had tear tracks on your cheeks and some stray hairs fell into your face, but you had the brightest smile and your joyous laughter rang through the air.

“This is what I chose to wake up with the rest of my life.”

There was no mistake.

Albert didn’t want you to be tainted by a world that was so vile and unforgiving. He wanted to bring you to the cleaner, brighter world that William vowed to create.

He wasn’t going to be his father.

He was going to be better than him.

He was going to give you the world and so much more.

bonus!

“No.”

Albert grinned as he beckoned you to get closer to him. “Come on, love.” You glared at your husband before hesitantly walking towards the horse. “It’s truly not as bad as you make it out to be.” Louis offered a reassuring smile before assisting you onto the horse.

Getting accustomed to the new weight, the horse took a few sudden steps and you gasped, securing your arms around Albert. He let out a chuckle before picking up the reins. “If I fall, you’ll take the blame and sleep in the guest room.” You huffed before tightly holding onto his midriff. “But you love hugging me while you sleep, darling.” You rolled your eyes and gave him a strong squeeze. “You forced me into this position so you take responsibility.” Albert laughed before nudging the horse into a peaceful trot.