#louis james moriarty x reader angst

[eliasorchard]

i once held the sun — louis j. moriarty x f!reader

: afraid of losing you too, louis decides to push you away first. but things change once his brothers return. he finds himself doing everything in his power to try with you once more. what he doesn't know, is that, after his absence of three years—another presence, a little one had been budding besides you.

: okay i did not expect to stretch this out for so long 😭 i'm sorry for the wait, but here's your fic @crouchingapple :) when i first started this i didn't write it with the intention of writing this long, but i hope you'll like it 🗣️

: 4k+ words. damn....

: louis james moriarty x f!reader, angst, divorce, louis tries to win you back, mentions of death and terrorism, ambiguous ending. i think that's it?

if anybody asked what louis's deepest fear was, you'd—or anyone else really, joke about how it could range from 'finding suspicious marks in the laundry' or 'wilted greens in his cooking'.

but if you delved deeper past the high walls he puts up, looked at the core of the hollow space he could call his heart, it would spell one thing only 'abandonment'. for as long as he knows, he's been bestowed the gift of life, promoted by his brothers' protection. yet, has anybody, in all of the years of his life really asked him if he wanted this? a chance at life and once again?

"good mornin'...." your slurry voice pulled him back from his thoughts, well—most of them. some still lingered in the back of his head. on most mornings, louis simply spends a long time in bed getting ready to exist for the day. his existence is heavy.

the surgery that saved his life, then the protection of his brothers that lasted up until his older brother fell from the bridge and his eldest brother was prosecuted for the crimes that they all committed, that they all were a part of. why is he the only one left behind? why is he the only one that survives?

and yes, perhaps he should be grateful—but what use is a gift he does not want? what use is a life where his family isn't together?

"good morning, (name)." he pulled your body closer to him, embracing the warmth that your body provided. you were so soft early in the mornings, and felt nothing short of heavenly to touch and simply be with. "did you have a good sleep?"

"i did," you smiled at him—lazy and sleepy all at once. it was an endearing sight. louis vowed to protect you in his mind. no matter what it would cost him. after all, you were the only alive presence in the walls of this house. "did you?"

louis nodded. "more or less." and then the telephone rang.

he, quickly alerted, propped himself up on his elbows, picking the telephone that was on the nightstand beside him. both you and him knew who would call so early in the morning.

"yes.... yes, of course... alright then, i will be right there." he would answer back between every few pauses, the caller speaking between them. eventually, he put the telephone down and looked at you, shooting you an apologetic glance.

he'd planned to take the day off and spend the entire day with you, and with that in mind, you'd taken your day off at your job too. but duty calls. perhaps at the worst of times.

"it's okay, louis." you said to him, sending him an encouraging smile. with a hand gesture, you dismissed him. "i'll be fine. at least i'll have the day to spoil myself. you go on."

with furrowed eyebrows, he got off the bed, changing into his outdoor clothes. he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "i'm sorry." he mumbled anyway. "i'll see you later this evening. i love you."

"of course." you answered back, although your voice was slightly tighter. monotonous. rehearsed. you both knew he was lying when he would say he would come home soon or anywhere around the evening/afternoon during job days. "i love you, too."

the door clicked shut.

"absolutely not." louis exclaimed, but you would not listen to him. he was feeling frustrated. infact, why should you? nobody gets to dictate what things you do or how you do them.

"are you even listening to yourself?" you shot back. you gestured towards his body, which was a bandaged, bloody mess. crime rates had risen after the fall of the lord of crime, and crime syndicates and organized crime would often fall into wars—with the M16 trying to eradicate the groups and ease the fear that had been simmering in the minds of the people of britain.

and this was the outcome of it—a terrorist attack.

"you can't go out there again," you were firm. it was one of the things that made louis fall in love with you. "not in this state."

"i have a job to do out there, (name). lives are at stake. it's dangerous out there. people are dying." louis huffed.

"i understand, i do, but you're not in the state to lead M16 right now. i have experience with this, i've done this with you and the others before. i can do this, louis. please. trust me, won't you?"

"it's not about trust, god— it's—" louis snapped his mouth shut. you shot him an inquisitive look, raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something. but he didn't. how could he say anything to you at all? you were right. you were capable in every sense, you were smart, had a good relationship with everyone else.. it's almost like you were perfect for the job. he was just afraid.

afraid of something happening to you. to you, of all people. terrified, absolutely terrified you would leave him as well.

"well..?"

louis sighed, resigned and tired. he'd been out there for 24 hours. the wounds and the fatigue was getting to him. "alright..."

"i'm glad!" you squealed, hugging him (perhaps too tightly) and forcing a pained groan to leave his chapped lips.

the fluorescent lights of the emergency shelter burned into your eyes as you sit on the edge of the bed. it's too bright here—too clean. too still. you can still hear the dull hum of the explosion.

that constant ringing in your ears, as if the sound had been carved into your skull. you can't shake it. it won't leave you. it's all you can hear. the doctor is speaking to you, but her lips are moving like she's underwater. the words don’t reach you, just echoes in the distance, hollow and thin. incomprehensible.

"can you hear me? hello? blink if you can hear me."

you look down at your hands, fingers trembling. the blood on your shirt isn’t yours—at least you don’t think it is. everything around you feels strange. the fabric feels sticky and damp, clinging to your skin. you're shaking violently. you can't feel it.

everything that was said was a low hum. the doctor spoke to her nurses in a quiet yet determined manner. "patient’s non-responsive. let’s check for any signs of head trauma or further shock. we may need a sedative or anything to stabilize."

the doctor waved a hand in front of your face. "can you try to hold my hand? anything at all to tell us you're aware?"

she’s checking your vitals, but you're not here. you're back there. in the smoke. in the chaos. among the dead bodies.

"(name)?!" your name was being shouted at the top of somebody's lungs. familiar, you think. there's panic in the voice. great horror and fear. desperation. hope. "(name)— where are you? (name)! please, please tell me where you are!"

you want to call out but your tongue feels heavy.

the new voice finally cuts through the static. you blinked and saw the doctor, her face blurry at the edges. her words slowly filtered in, but you didn't understand them. you see, but you don't register. the doctor turns to face a new face. it's louis. they exchanged a few words, he turns towards you and—

"thank god— thank god you're safe," louis was clutching tightly onto you, as if you would be gone forever if he let go. his face was buried into your neck, shuddering breaths leaving him. tears from his eyes pool down the length of your neck. "(name), i was so worried, i— i thought i would lose you.."

and suddenly it clicks. you're pulled back from the depths of your mind. and the memories come flashing in bursts; screams. crying. wails of injured stray animals. smoke. the rush of people, the press of piles upon piles of bodies trying to get away, the chaos swallowing them whole. you think you saw several people go down, but everything after that is a blur. there was no time to react, no time to process. just running. just trying to survive.

a tear trickles down your cheek. your throat feels tight. then more tears: an incessant waterfall that refuses to stop. the moment his hands touch you, something inside you snaps. the numbness, the disconnection, all of it shatters, and you feel everything all at once. overwhelmingly so. your body collapses into him, shaking uncontrollably. you don’t even realize your fingernails are digging into him, but you can’t let go. you can’t.

"louis— louis i was so scared, i— there were so many bodies. so much blood. so much gore," everything rushes past you like a broken dam. "i should've known! i should've done something! i should've been able to save all those people— i failed! i failed!"

"nonono— please, pretty, it wasn't your fault. none of it was. it never will be." louis says hurriedly, brows furrowed in worry. his breath hitches as he holds you, his own panic simmering beneath the surface — but he tries to stay steady for you. "oh, (name)..." he whispers, voice breaking. "shhh.. you're okay, you’re okay now, (name)… you're safe here. i'm here with you, shh..."

you should feel relief, right? you made it out. you're alive. louis is right here, holding you. but instead there’s this emptiness, this strange void where the emotions should've been. maybe this is what shock feels like. maybe this is just how it is now. you wonder if you'll ever hear anything besides this ringing again.

survivor's guilt is an all consuming thing.

you could have never in a hundred years prepared yourself for the news he dropped on you friday night. you knew he had been acting strange for some time now: tense, heavy and conflicted. but you certainly never would've expected this, of all. he was terrified. terrified of something happening to you, especially after what happened only a few weeks ago.

"mr. louis wishes to file a divorce with you," the lawyer placed the divorce papers on the table in front of you.

"what?" your tome of voice was sharp. unbelieving. the very notion of divorce seemed absurd to you. "divorce? please, i don't like jokes like these— where's louis? i want to meet louis."

"my client does not wish to talk to you, mrs. (name)." his lawyer looked at you, unfeeling and cold, as if you were some sort of unworthy pest. "all we require from you is your signature," he tapped at the lower end of the page. "....right here."

you could feel tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. how could he? rage and anguish were a heavy combination and you, standing, had to grasp onto a chair to ground yourself. he didn't even bother coming here himself? was he ever such a coward?

after a rather lengthy talk with louis's lawyer, you finally relented and picked up the pen he'd passed to you. your tears had dried long ago. now all that remained was numbness. "fine." you said flatly, voice hoarse, and imprinted your signature on the paper.

"should we get more apples?"

"damnit, we've been walking around and buying things all day. this wasn't why i accompanied the two of you, ya know."

fred and louis exchanged glances amongst each other, then shrugged, nodding amongst themselves. louis had sworn to himself that he wouldn't return to this part of the city again, but the venue was already set and he didn't want to inconvenience his reunited brothers. "you're right... perhaps we have been buying a little too much."

"thank god for common sense," moran exclaims, sarcastic yet grateful.

"it's just... my brothers have come home after years. i thought we could have dinner together. like the old days." louis muttered.

moran slung an arm around louis's shoulder, to which the blond flinched, visibly annoyed—but held his tongue. fred smiled. the three chatted amongst themselves until moran pointed something out. "hey, wait.. hold on. ain't that your ex-wife?"

but perhaps he shouldn't have, because he watched the subtle, barely noticeable smile on louis's face drop, eyes widening.

there you were, after three years—strolling around the afternoon market as well. you looked more tired than before. aged. but yet there was still a smile present on your face. softer, but heavy.

"please put these in the bag as well.." "of course, miss."

what hit louis harder in the guts was when a little girl, not older than three years came rushing up to you and wrapped his little fingers around your index. "can we go home please?"

"alright, my dear," you ruffle the girl's hair a bit and smile down at her. "i'm almost done here, okay? and we'll go home."

the world shifted for louis. his pulse roared in his ears, drowning out the bustling sounds of the market. his heart was beating unusually fast. this child, there was something about her that took louis's breath away from a suspicion.

"louis?" moran’s voice broke through the haze, but louis didn’t respond. his gaze stayed fixed on you, on the child. your back was turned as you carefully handed the grocer another item, a calm smile still gracing your face, but your shoulders were tense—always ready, as if you were carrying something heavier than the bag you clutched. and louis couldn’t look away.

"fred—do you see this?" moran murmured, his voice hushed.

"she has a kid." fred frowned, stealing a glance at louis before muttering, "we should go. louis—" but louis stepped forward, barely hearing them. his legs moved on instinct, his heart in his throat. he'd practiced this speech several times, the apologies he'd say to you, the amends he'd make.. but now that you're all of a sudden infront of louis, louis's words fail himself too easily.

"(name)..?"

your name came out hoarse, like a breath dragged from his chest. you froze. slowly, you turned, the smile slipping from your lips as your gaze locked with his.

your eyes widened, then narrowed slightly, guarded. "louis." the girl tugged at your hand, looking up at you with innocent curiosity. "mom? who’s that?"

mom.

the word sliced a blade of guilt through his ribs.

"just... an old friend, darling." your voice was steady, but louis didn’t miss the slight tremor underneath. you smoothed the girl’s hair gently before straightening, pulling her just a little closer.

"is she—?" louis started, but his voice cracked, and he couldn’t finish. the question hung between you, heavy and unspoken.

"don't." you whispered sharply, the softness in your expression replaced with something colder. protective.

louis swallowed hard. "why didn’t you tell me?" you stared at him, and for a moment, he thought you might break—that you’d shout, cry, something. but instead, you took a steady breath.

"i didn’t know," you said quietly, your voice laced with exhaustion. "not until after." the weight of your words hit him like a freight train. he stumbled back a step, his hands trembling at his sides. three years. three years of absence. three years of her growing up without him. without knowing who he was.

"i—" he tried, but you shook your head.

"it doesn’t change anything, louis."

"but it does," he croaked. his gaze fell to the little girl now peeking curiously from behind your leg. his daughter. his daughter. his chest constricted painfully. "what’s her name?"

you hesitated, as though you didn’t want to give him that much, but you sighed softly. "amelia."

amelia. it sounded so sweet and delicate, and the ache in his chest deepened. she glanced up at him again, her big, inquisitive eyes so achingly familiar—his eyes. louis blinked, his throat tightening. "(name,) listen, i..." he said softly, desperately.

"please." you tensed again, fingers curling protectively around amelia’s small hand. "louis..." there was a warning in your tone, but it faltered as you looked at him—really looked at him. and for a fleeting moment, he saw the pain you’d carried, the years that hadn’t been kind to you.

"please, hear me out. i.. i want to know her. and you, again. she’s not just anyone, she's my daughter." he whispered, taking another tentative step closer. "and you—" he took in a sharp breath. "you're the love of my life."

"you mean to say i was." you hissed. "and where were you, louis? how can you be so shameful?" your voice cracked this time, tears threatening to spill as your gaze hardened. "where were you when i needed you most? when i thought i was alone? you left me. you didn't even bother telling me yourself!"

louis couldn’t answer. he could only stare at you with pained eyes, shattered by the truth of it. he knew you were right. he hadn’t been there. he had walked away. like a fool. like a coward. and now, he had to face the cost. you pulled amelia closer and glanced over your shoulder. "we should go."

"wait... please—" he choked out.

"goodbye, louis."

louis didn’t see you again for weeks after that day at the market, but it was as though his entire world had shifted. every second, every thought, every sleepless night brought him back to you and to amelia. he could still see her curious eyes looking up at him, so achingly familiar, and it only made the guilt weigh heavier. he had to see you again. had to try.

it started small. a knock at your door one rainy evening startled you, and when you opened it, there was nothing but a basket of your favourite fruits resting on your doorstep with a note tucked inside. "thought you might need these. - L."

you stared at the familiar scrawl for far too long before shutting the door with a sigh, leaving the basket there.

a week later, he showed up at the market where you often shopped, hands shoved nervously into his pockets as he watched you from afar. you noticed him immediately—how could you not?—but you ignored him, pretending not to care as you handed amelia a light bag to carry.

"mom? that man’s looking at you," she whispered loudly. you shot louis a glare over your shoulder, and he had the decency to look sheepish.

"he’s no one, darling," you muttered under your breath, though your chest tightened painfully when amelia turned to give louis a small wave. "but you said he was your friend." "not anymore."

and so it continued. louis didn’t push, didn’t demand answers or try to force his way into your life. instead, he lingered on the edges, trying to prove himself in the only ways he knew how. he offered to help when he saw you struggling to carry groceries. he left small bouquets of your favorite flowers at your door—nothing extravagant, just thoughtful. he even fixed the broken hinge on your garden gate one morning while you were out, leaving behind no trace but a silent repair.

you wanted to be angry. you tried to be angry. but as the days turned to weeks, that sharp edge you’d held onto for years began to dull. louis didn’t ask for forgiveness. he didn’t demand anything from you. he just showed up, day after day, carrying the weight of his mistakes quietly, trying to make amends.

then one evening, you found him sitting on the stone steps outside your door, soaked to the bone from the sudden downpour. you let out a deep sigh. "what are you doing here, louis?" your voice was tired, but not sharp this time.

he flinched, then looked up at you—hair plastered to his forehead, eyes softer than you'd ever seen them. "i needed to talk to you."

"there's nothing to talk about," you replied, crossing your arms.

"please," he breathed, standing slowly. "i know i don’t deserve this. any of this. any of you, and her. i don't even deserve to be standing in front of you here right now. but i—” he ran a hand through his wet hair, words failing him as his chest heaved. "i need you to know that i’m sorry... for everything."

you stared at him for a long while, your resolve trembling as you caught the raw desperation in his gaze. "sorry doesn’t change what happened, louis. it doesn’t change the years we lost."

"i know, i know" he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. "i know it doesn’t. but i promise— i swear i’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right, if you’ll let me."

you swallowed hard, unable to look away as he stepped closer. you didn't know what to say, nor what to do. "and amelia?"

louis blinked, his expression softening even more at the sound of her name. "i want to know her. i want to be there for her, for both of you. i don’t want to miss anything else. i can't."

you felt your walls cracking. "it’s not that simple, louis."

"i know." he said, voice steady now but quiet at the same time. "i'm not walking away this time. you don't need to take me back, just... give me a chance to prove myself to you."

silence hung between you, heavy and uncertain. part of you still wanted to push him away, to protect yourself from the pain you"d carried for so long. but the other part—the part that had never stopped loving him, no matter how much you tried—wanted to believe him. "we’ll see," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "that’s all i can give you right now."

louis exhaled shakily, nodding as though you’d just given him the world. and perhaps you really did. he ran a hand through his wet hair. you were the sun in his life, the most bright and beautiful thing in it. and because of what he did, he lost you. and he knows. he knows what he did wrong. "that's more than enough."

your heart was thumping in your chest. you weren’t sure what the future held as louis turned to leave, but for the first time in three entire years, you let yourself feel something close to hope.

louis didn’t take your "we'll see" lightly. in fact, he treated it like a promise. a mission. from that day on, he made it his journey to prove to you—and to amelia—that he wasn’t the man he used to be. afraid and insecure. he wasn’t going to walk away again.

it started with the little things, because louis knew you well enough to understand you wouldn’t be won over with grand, material gestures. so he showed up in the ways that mattered.

one morning, you stepped out onto your porch to find a neatly packed lunch sitting on the steps with a note: "thought you might have a busy day. take care of yourself. - L." you rolled your eyes, but this time—you took it. inside was your favorite food and a thermos of your favourite drink, perfectly made—just how you used to like it. it was louis's cooking, you were sure. it'd been years since you had that, and it made you a little emotional.

another time, you came home from work to find your garden neatly weeded, the flowers you'd neglected blooming brighter than before. when you asked your neighbor if she'd seen anyone around, she only shrugged and said to you, "a blond man came by. seemed determined to get his hands dirty. i thought you knew him. should i stop him if he comes next time?"

you paused, then shook your head. "no... it's okay."

amelia noticed too. "mom, who fixed the swing in the backyard?" she asked one afternoon, gleefully testing the sturdy rope. you didn’t answer, though you had a pretty good idea.

"i'm not so sure, dear." you said as you gave her a push.

then there was the day he showed up again, not watching you from afar this time, but waiting with two bags of apples in his hands. you gave him a wary look. "you’re still at this, huh?"

"what can i say? i’m stubborn," he replied softly, a tiny smile tugging at his lips as he held out one of the bags. "for amelia. i hear she likes apple pie."

"did the neighbours tell you that?"

louis shrugged, keeping quiet.

"and you think you can win her over with apples?" you scoffed, unable to hide your own smile. you took the bag anyway.

"no," he said quietly, holding your gaze. "but i"ll try."

then he'd take you out to lunch, dinner—any meal he could take you too. any time you showed interest in any particular item, next thing you knew, he'd be whipping out his wallet.

what broke you, though, was the day amelia came home from school with stars in her eyes. "mom!" she shouted, dropping her backpack with a thud. "guess who picked me up today?"

your heart dropped. “who?”

"that man who always looks at you at the market. uh—what'd he say his name was..? oh right! louis!” she said excitedly. "he said he used to know you and that he wanted to help you out today since you were busy."

your hands froze as you held onto the dish you were scrubbing, water dripping off your fingertips. "he... what?"

"he bought me ice cream too." amelia added happily, completely unaware of the storm that's begun building inside you at that.

louis showed up at your door that evening before you could call him. "you overstepped." you snapped as soon as you opened it, crossing your arms and blocking the doorway. but he didn’t flinch. he looked earnest, as though he’d prepared for this. "i asked you not to meet her. atleast not yet. why don't you listen? why don't you give a damn about what i think?"

"you're right. and i'm sorry." he said, hands raised in surrender. "but you said you had an important meeting today. i couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. she’s my daughter too."

"she could've stayed at school with the teachers. they stay at least until five pm. i would've been done by then." your chest ached, and you turned your eyes away from him. "you don’t get to act like her father just because it’s convenient now."

"this isn’t about convenience." he shot back, his voice low, but steady. "it's about her. it's about you. i missed three years, (name). three years i can’t get back, no matter how hard i try. but i am trying. and i won’t stop."

louis's words hung heavy in the air. when you finally turned to look at him, his expression was softer, raw with emotion. "i don’t expect you to forgive me overnight." he whispered. "you don't even need to. but i want to be here... in your life. in her's. as much as you'll allow me to. but please, atleast for amelia's sake.. please try to give me a chance. even if just a little."

for a long moment, neither of you spoke. then, quietly, you asked, "why now, louis? why does this matter to you so much?"

he hesitated, searching for the right words. "because i still love you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "i always have. i was just too much of a coward back then. i.. i thought that if i continued to stay by your side, you'd get hurt. that something would happen again. i thought i had lost my brothers, (name). i couldn't lose you—not you too. never you."

you felt the tears sting your eyes, but you blinked them away. "but you did anyway. you lost me when you sent your lawyer to collect my signature on the divorce papers."

louis exhaled, furrowed eyebrows and nodding. "i did.. but i thought it would be much better than find you—" he couldn't even get the words out. so, he whispered. "dead."

"..." you paused. "love can't always fix everything."

"but maybe it's a start."

for the next few months, he took things slow, giving you space when you needed it, but always making sure you knew he was there. he learned amelia’s favorite bedtime stories and showed up to watch her school performances. he memorized your routine, leaving small, thoughtful surprises in his wake—fresh flowers on fridays, your favorite pastry waiting for you at the café. it wasn’t flashy, it wasn’t grand, but it was louis.

slowly, something began to shift. you let him walk you and amelia home from the market one evening. you let him sit with you on the porch while the little girl played. you even let him make dinner one night when you were too tired to argue. amelia beamed the whole time, delighted by the way louis taught her how to fold dumplings properly.

"he's nice, mom," she whispered later that night, curling into your side as you tucked her in. "and he makes you smile more too."

you didn’t have an answer for that.

the first time you invited louis inside on a rainy afternoon, he nearly dropped the umbrella he was holding. "are you coming or not?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

louis was flustered, he didn't know what to say—the colour pink coated his cheeks. "i... yes— yes. okay. i am. i'm.. i'm coming in."

when you handed him a steaming mug of tea, his fingers brushed yours, and for the first time in years, it didn’t hurt to let him close. amelia came rushing in from her bedroom, excited to show a clumsy drawing she'd made of you, her and him. he took a small sip from his cup, and picked amelia onto his lap.

"we'll see." you'd said months ago. now louis let himself believe that maybe—just maybe, he was earning his second chance.

@ELIASORCHARD — do not steal, retranslate or repost.

[fairy-writes]

Hello!! If requests are still open (if not, please ignore) can I ask for a Louis Moriarty x reader like the Mycroft “regret” one you wrote? Where he says something mean and they get into a fight and it’s dramatic with a fluffy ending? I would appreciate it very much! ♥️

SWEET APOLOGIES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Louis James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Angst to Fluff, Arguments, Injuries

Notes: I really hope this is alright! I was second-guessing myself the entire time 😭

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Your name being shouted makes you prick your finger on your sewing needle. You curse and drop the thing onto your current project which happened to be a pair of Moran’s trousers. You were often asked to sew various things, whether that was an injury or socks. You were the Moriarty’s tailor or seamster and makeshift doctor. 

The voice shouts your name again. Moran maybe? But wasn’t he out with Bonde and Louis?

You make it to the top of the stairs and stop dead in your tracks.

Louis hangs limp between Sebastian Moran and James Bonde. Blood drips from his forehead, and he’s clearly unconscious and missing his glasses.

You’re down the stairs in an instant. 

You direct them to the sitting room, where you have them leave Louis while you retrieve your stitching needles and threads, as well as some medical supplies like bandages and whiskey.

Because you know he’s going to need it when he wakes up.

“What happened to him?” You ask as you gently work his suit coat from his shoulders. Moran favors his right side, and you make a mental note to take a look at him after Louis. Bonde has a scratch above his left eye but otherwise looks unharmed.

“We were jumped,” Moran says, voice strained with pain, and if you had to guess, he has a couple of cracked or broken ribs. You end up handing him the bottle of whiskey to which he takes several long swigs. 

Soon enough, you dismiss Moran and Bonde, promising them you’ll look at their injuries later, leaving you and Louis alone in the sitting room. He lets out a pained moan as you agitate his injuries in your attempt to remove his shirt but doesn’t awaken.

It isn’t until you are threading your needle that he stirs. By that time, you had bandaged his lesser wounds and were working on what looked like a knife cut on his collarbone. It’s awkward and long, and you’re fairly certain that his shirt is partially shredded because of it. 

But your rage has started to grow. Tiny and hot like a dying ember, but slowly fed by your worry and panic at seeing him so injured. 

His already darkened maroon eyes are even darker because of the pain. He grits his teeth and tries to sit up but is stopped by you putting a gentle hand on his chest.

“Don’t get up. You’re hurt.” You say quietly, keeping a tight leash on your anger so as to not anger him. 

The last thing you needed was for him to get angry back and start an argument. 

“I’m fine.” He tries, but you glare and show him your bloody fingers where you had been stitching for the last twenty minutes. 

“Clearly you aren’t. So be quiet and let me finish.” You snap, the leash on your temper fraying just the tiniest bit. 

Thankfully, Louis catches your slip and doesn’t say anything. Instead, he bites his tongue and leans back against the couch arm. You’ll likely have to throw the couch out or burn it after you’re done. It’s stained in blood and grime from his injuries.

As soon as you finish the last stitch, Louis is sitting up and pushing your hands away. 

“I promise I’m fine.” He says quickly, and that’s when your patience snaps. 

“What do you mean you’re fine?! THIS IS NOT FINE!” You shout, and he stops where he’s shrugging on his button-down and suit coat. His movements are painfully slow, and it’s clear that he’s suffering. 

But that doesn’t stop his temper from flaring up to meet yours like two bucks charging each other. 

“Can you stop it for a moment?!” He snaps back and yanks on his suit coat, ignoring how it pulls his stitches. You toss the dirty needle back into your bag and feel tears burn in your eyes. 

“You promised me you weren’t going to be reckless! You promised!” You exclaim, and he grits his teeth,

“Well, promises can be broken, so just leave me alone, yeah?” He says, and you flinch back. 

Then, with tears threatening to overflow down your cheeks, you pack up your things and leave with a slam of the sitting room door. It rattles the chandelier above you as you wander the mansion halls in search of Bonde and Moran. 

You find Moran in his chambers, smoking a cigarette and shuffling a deck of cards. 

“Those’ll kill you, y’know.” You say as a way of entrance and he looks up, clearly unimpressed. 

“Then I’ll die doing somethin’ I like.” He retorts, and you roll your eyes, shuffling inside to take a seat across from him. 

“Take your shirt off.” You say curtly, and he huffs out a laugh, 

“At least buy me a drink first.” You look up to the ceiling and pray for patience. Because after Louis, you don’t have any left. 

Did he really want you to leave him alone? 

“I need to see if you broke anything dumbass.” You say eventually, and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

“What’d Louis do t’ you t’ get your knickers in a twist?” He says, clearly picking up on your foul mood. You set your bag down and reach inside for bandages in case he’s bleeding. 

“Nothing. Louis just wants me to leave him alone, is all.” You say and swallow down the lump in your throat. 

If he was so willing to break this promise what others was he going to break?

Thankfully, Moran doesn’t say anything else and instead sheds his shirt so you can take a look at his side. It’s mottled in purples and blues and slightly swollen. You don’t have to touch it to know it’s tender. So, you prescribe him rest and the occasional shot of whiskey to dull the pain. 

“No missions for you for a while. Take it easy, alright?” You instruct and he nods, waving you off as he starts playing a card game with himself.

“Yeah, yeah, go check on Blondie, will ya? He took a pretty good look to the head.” 

You are about to say something when you see Louis hobbling down the hallway, favoring his stitches. He stops, looks at you, scowls, and continues down toward his bedroom. You huff and brush past him toward where you guessed Bonde would be.

Two can play that game. 

The tension between you is palpable by day four of not speaking to each other. Perhaps it was day two, but you didn’t really care to count—not when Louis was still being so touchy.

But it wasn’t long before everyone else came to you, asking you to make things right.

“He’s so mopey! Not at all like himself!” That was Bonde. You grunted to acknowledge his words but didn’t respond past that. 

“He’s got a stick up his ass. You should talk to him.” Moran. At that, you roll your eyes and stab your needle into your embroidery. Perhaps more aggressively than you meant to, but it got your point across. 

“He said he wanted me to leave him alone. So that’s what I’m doing.” You snap, and he relents and doesn’t push the issue anymore. 

Soon, everyone has come to you, complaining about Louis’s sour behavior. And every single time, you turn them away with the same excuse. It isn’t until you stumble upon Louis nursing a clearly infected injury that you relent and talk to him. 

You enter the library to find Louis hunched over himself, taking a long pull from a whiskey bottle as he tries to remove his stitches. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You snap, hurrying to his side to stop him before stopping yourself. 

The injury on his collarbone is infected—that much is obvious. The wound has an unpleasant odor emanating from it and is red and inflamed. He’s successfully removed a handful of stitches, but a few remain. 

“What does it look like?” Louis retorts and sets down the whiskey bottle. It’s clear he’s in pain, his nose scrunched and his eyes tight. 

Despite your anger, you’re gentle in helping Louis. After some back and forth, he eventually sits back and lets you work. 

Pus oozes from the gash, and you work to clean it out and apply a poultice of your own design to help fight infection. Then, you leave the wound open to breathe. 

“I’ll restitch it later if it starts bleeding again.” You say and begin cleaning up the mess that Louis had made.

He stops you by saying your name oh so softly. You sigh, stop what you’re doing, and look at him. He looks sad. Broken. And hurt. 

“I don’t want to keep fighting.” He says, and you scoff,

“You told me to leave you alone. So I am.” You say and go to leave but he catches your wrist as you stand to leave.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts, and you stop, raising an eyebrow at him, and he continues. 

“It was never my intention to hurt you. I want you to know that. It’s no excuse, but I was in pain and upset that the mission went so badly. But I took it out on you, and I’m sorry.” He finishes, and with each word, you feel your anger dissipating. You lean down and press your mouth to his hairline in a soft kiss. 

“I accept your apology. Thank you, Louis.” You whisper, and he smiles.

[gh0st-author]

This love is alive, back from the dead

pairing: William James Moriarty x reader/oc

tags: hurt/comfort, angst but with a happy ending, usual soft William things

warnings: mentions of death (i mean Liam did try to delete himself from existence), mentions of grief and dealing with loss

A/N: im rereading the manga again and i had a LOT of feelings about the 3 year time skip and imaging all of the turmoil Liam's return would bring, so i whipped this up. i also had a lot of feelings for Louis, and i just know him and Liam's s/o would be besties. also im trying some new things, writing in third person and stuff, so this can be read either as a self insert or an oc ff.

She could still hear the screams. Could still see both of them falling, as in slow motion, and disappearing beneath the waves and fire. She could smell the smoke and soot. Could still feel the same burning heartache and hollowness in her chest even after three years. Could still feel Louis' firm hand grabbing her shoulder and pulling her away, his own form trembling, his breathing erratic. The image was burned into her mind like a brand, tape playing in a loop over and over again like a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up. She was trapped. Some days she barely even felt alive. She felt like a ghost, a shell of her former self, only going through the motions, trying to just get through every day.

Nights were simultaneously the worst and the best part of her day. Every time she sank into the cold, empty sheets of her and William's bed, something in her chest cleaved, and a knife burrowed itself into her heart. And if by some miracle she was able to fall asleep in the early hours of the morning, it was accompanied by choking sobs and shuddering gasps. The bed was too cold, too empty. But at night at least she dreamed. She dreamed of him. Dreamed of his scarlet gaze, his scent, his touch, his voice. In her dreams she could love him again and enjoy a few blissful hours of ignorance before morning cruelly ripped her away into consciousness. She woke every morning with silent tears streaming down her face, his side of the bed cold and undisturbed, exactly like the rest of the room. She'd left it all the same as the day it all happened. All his papers were still strewn across his desk; she dared not disturb them lest she severed the last thread of hope pushing her forward, the silent voice whispering that he might come in any second to collect them and stew over them. His clothes were still in the closet, everything besides the coat, the hat, and the cane he took with him that day— those she missed the most, they were an integral part of him. His books on the shelves she dusted every day— after all, what if he came back and wanted to read them again? She had to. And anything else she couldn't keep in their room she left in his study, locked to anyone besides her and Louis.

Grief was a living thing eating her from the inside, almost as much as the rage. Those first few months were the worst. She screamed, cried, and cursed the heavens, herself, this wretched country, and anyone she could. She was so angry at everything, but mostly at him, for leaving her, for carving himself a place in her soul so thoroughly, then ripping himself away leaving a jagged wound left to fester and rot. She was furious with Sherlock, for promising her something he could not deliver. For dying with him, instead of saving him. For damning them both. But most of all she was empty. Numb. As if everything that was human and alive and good about her died on that day together with William.

With a blink, she ripped herself away from those thoughts, feeling cold droplets slide down her cheeks onto the papers below. It was not the time for nostalgia and melancholy. Wiping them away with a silent curse she inspected her work for any signs of smudging. None. Her handwriting was neat and precise as always, detailing all of the plans for the MI6's newest job. Doing this work helped. Sitting here in William's office and focusing her mind on the simple tasks in front of her helped her to not succumb to the gaping abyss of grief. Besides, without him here, someone had to document and keep everything in order.

There was a silent knock on the door and she turned around in the chair to see Louis entering with a tray. The sunlight from the window shone golden light onto his platinum hair, now pushed back and not hiding his scar anymore. His tired gaze met hers and she fought back the wave of sadness threatening to overwhelm her. They were so similar, him and William. Looking at him made her feel like she was looking at a distorted mirage of the past. She assumed he felt very much the same when he looked in the mirror. She wondered what he thought when he looked at her.

A kind of understanding had been built between them in these three years, a sort of bond forged in shared grief and pain. They both understood that William had tasked them with taking care of each other, his two closest. She genuinely believed he was the only one who truly understood her loss, and she his. It was true, that losing William indeed impacted everyone in the group, that they were all battling their pain in their own way, but she and Louis just felt it a little bit differently– a little bit more acutely. Albert, too, she assumed, but he wasn't here now.

"I brought you tea," he said gently, leaving it on the desk next to her papers.

She stretched in the chair, raising her arms above her head and nodding gratefully at him. "Thank you, Louis."

"Do try not to overwork yourself. My brother would have my head if he thought I haven't been taking care of you." He chuckled wryly, but it didn't reach his eyes. They were concerned and pleading. He was aware of her insomnia and her tendency to bury her raging storm of emotions in work. He never said so outright, but she noticed his subtle pleas for her to rest and the food he prepared for her to eat when she forgot. He noticed everything, much in the same way she noticed his sunken eyes on the days after a night plagued by nightmares not too different from her own.

"Don't worry, Louis. I am almost finished." She glanced down at the papers around her. "I just need to go over a couple of things."

He nodded and turned to leave. "We are having a meeting in the main lobby in ten minutes to finalize the plan. Join us if you can."

She hummed, still writing, without glancing at him. "I'll be right there."

Since Louis took over, their lobby had become sort of their main office, their base. They all gathered there on days when they had missions, holding their briefings and studying her documentation. As she made her way down the dark hallway and the stairs, she noticed more voices than usual inside the great room. Someone else was there. She sighed and resigned herself, squaring her shoulders before entering and sitting in her designated seat. Mycroft was present this time. In much the same way she could barely look at Louis some days, she avoided looking at Mycroft. He was a reminder to her of what she'd lost, of promises broken and grudges simmering beneath her skin. She'd trusted the Holmes', and look where it got her. He and his brother were responsible for separating the Moriartys, Albert now rotting in prison because of Mycroft, and William forever lost because of Sherlock. But now when she looked at him, worn down and silently fixing himself a cup of tea in the corner, she hated him a little less. He'd lost his brother, too. She understood that.

The meeting commenced immediately and she went over their mission with everyone. She was in the middle of explaining their escape route when there was a sound at the front door. Bond excused himself and went to check it out. She faintly heard him talking with someone and figured it was one of the others, not really paying attention. But then Bond shrieked and she heard Louis gasp out one word that made her blood freeze and head whip towards the door.

"Sh- Sherlock?!"

Sherlock stood at the entrance, ebony hair much longer than she remembered, the same mischievous grin on his face. He was speaking, but she couldn't hear a word he said, couldn't focus on what he said to Mycroft, couldn't comprehend any sound around her besides the rushing of blood in her ears. He's alive. Sherlock was alive. They survived. They came back. He kept his promise. But Liam ... Liam? Where is he? Why was Sherlock there and not Liam? Where is Liam? Liam. Liam. Liam. Every word was a painful beat of her heart. Her chest contracted painfully as she struggled to breathe, her gaze darting all around the room, searching for a trace of platinum hair behind Sherlock. Why wasn't he coming in? Surely he is there. He couldn't be– Not him. That would be unfair. Fate wouldn't save one and not save the other. It wouldn't be so cruel as to give her hope after so long, only to squash it immediately. She stood so abruptly that she knocked over the glasses on the table. Her vision dimmed as she hyperventilated, and she took a shuddering step towards him. Sherlock looked rightfully taken aback when she focused her glare on him. "Where is he?" She choked on the last word but barged forward. "Why isn't he here? Why did you come back alone? WHE-"

A firm hand on her shoulder halted her movements and the barrage of questions. She finally took a deep breath and glanced at Louis, stone-faced beside her. His hand squeezed, telling her to breathe and calm down, but she could feel him shaking. His unreadable gaze was staring directly at Sherlock. "That day..." He swallowed. "You fell with William into the Thames, and now you're the only one standing in front of us." His gaze sharpened. "Can you please explain yourself?"

She glanced back to the man in question. She noticed now that he looked more worn out, or maybe that was because of the pitying glance he shot her way, a tortured sigh wrenching itself from deep within his chest. He brushed a hand through his hair, something he did whenever he was uncomfortable. "That time, when Liam and I fell, considering the height of the bridge our chances of survival were half at best. I held him in my arms and tried to protect him the best I could." He looked straight into her eyes as he said that as if to make her believe him. To say that he really tried. Maybe he felt her resentment, her grudge. "We lost consciousness, and before I knew it, I woke up on an unfamiliar ship, Liam sleeping next to me. He was safe but injured. And then..."

The rest of his story blurred, his recollections of their life abroad, of Billy, of their work fading into background noise. All she could hear and feel were Sherlock's three words. He was safe. He was alive. Liam was safe and alive. All she could do was offer her thanks to the heavens.  Her knees gave out and she slumped back into her chair. Sherlock said that he was hurt, maybe that's why he couldn't come back. Maybe he didn't want to? How badly was he hurt?

She opened her mouth to ask, but Louis shook his head. "Let's focus on the mission first."

Right, the mission. Let's finish the mission first, there will be time to ask Sherlock about William later. Numerous thoughts ran through her mind, and she didn't even notice when their negotiations ended; when their briefing concluded. She was only numbly aware of Bond gently leading her back into her and William's shared room. She barely remembered why she'd been down there in the first place. Ah, that's right, they had a mission. And Sherlock came to help with their work. Sherlock who was alive. Who saved William. Liam was alive.

Her shaking legs carried her to the bed, where she numbly sat down, her trembling hands grabbing the fabric of her dress. She had to get ready, but she couldn't. Her shock was too great, her soul too shaken. Her sleepless nights must be catching up with her, she didn't even notice how tired she was. "I'm sorry, Bond. I don't think I can participate tonight."

Bond placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Louis already arranged for you to stay back. Don't worry, we'll be able to finish it ourselves." He knelt in front of her taking both of her still shaking hands into his. "I promise we'll find out everything we can about him from Sherlock. As soon as we get back you will be the first to know."

Tears prickled the corners of her eyes and she squeezed his hands gratefully. "Thank you."

With a nod, Bond raised himself and pivoted to leave, assuring her they'll be back soon. She hardly heard him. She was afraid of speaking, of breathing too loud, as if any unexpected noise might shatter this glass-thin fragile ball of hope growing in her chest, burying the razor-sharp edges of the shards of disappointment deep into her flesh, slicing fatal wounds she would not be able to recover from. She didn't let herself dwell on it. She just kept repeating to herself that he was alive and that that was enough.

After some time— she wasn't aware how much of it had passed — she became dimly aware of commotion happening down in the foyer. Throwing on one of William's old cardigans, she raced down the stairs, fully expecting to see only Louis or Bond back from the mission.

What she hadn't expected to see was everyone– even Moran– huddled in front of the main lobby in the foyer. As soon as he saw her Bond gestured for her to hurry up and enter the room. She hurriedly threw open the door, seeing three figures inside– one of them Louis, the other Albert. Her gaze widened as he met her eyes, lips pulling into his signature smirk, his eyes softening as her own filled with tears. He was released from prison. But how? Louis– who was standing with his back to her, obscuring the third figure– turned towards her, and her steps came to a screeching halt as she finally got her first look at the remaining person. Her hand flew to her mouth, as a heartbreaking sob tore its way from her throat.

Him. With his same platinum hair, now a little longer. His same gentle smile. His same scarlet gaze– one of his eyes now hidden under an eyepatch. He was standing behind his brothers, but when he saw her he took a slow step forward. It took her a second to really categorize the feeling currently coursing through her, filling her every pore. It was joy– pure, unadulterated joy was rushing through her veins. It had been so long that she'd almost forgotten what it felt like. Her gaze roamed over him, noting all of the differences that separated this William from the William in her dreams- her William. One thought ran through her mind— He looks so much thinner now– and then she thought nothing as she flung herself at him with another choked sob. He caught her readily, burying his face in her hair. No hesitation or doubt in his movements, as if showing her that no matter how much time had passed he would always be there to catch her in his arms– where she belonged.

Somewhere through the fog in her mind, she heard Albert and Louis excusing themselves,  leaving them alone and closing the door behind them— probably also asking everyone to give them some space– then the only sounds in the now silent room were her desperate gasps of his name and William's gentle reassurances saying: "I'm here, darling. Don't worry, I am not going anywhere. I'll always be here."

She was babbling, she knew, but she couldn't help herself. "Liam... Liam... You are alive. Sherlock said so, but I couldn't believe it. I–" Pulling away, she grabbed his hands, gaze unfocused, like some madness was forcing her to speak— as if she was a woman possessed. "It's you. It's really you. You returned. All this time I thought–"

His eyes shone, probably mirroring all of the storming feelings now reflected in her own. He traced abstract patterns on her skin with his thumbs as he kissed away her tears, his lips feather-soft on her skin. "If it were my choice, I would've come back as soon as I awoke, but I was gravely injured. When I finally regained consciousness, Billy had me working all over America. The matter was of utmost secrecy so I was unable to contact anyone." His shoulders slumped even more, and to her utter shock and confusion, she could see his entire being tremble softly. His gaze lifted, and the anguish in it dulled its usual scarlet hue into something more hollow— something akin to the colour of dried blood. "I am so sorry, love. For everything. For not returning sooner. For leaving. For that night." He gave an impossibly sorrowful smile. "Please forgive me."

Her knees wobbled and she found herself with no strength to stand, plopping ungracefully on the floor. He knelt right next to her, embracing her strongly, paying no heed to the tears staining his vest. "I am so sorry, darling." All he could do was repeat that as she cried and sobbed, clawing at his shirt. He made no moves, only hugged her tighter, and waited patiently for her to come to terms with this world-shattering revelation. As she screamed all her pain at him, all her grief. He just listened, murmuring soft words of love and acknowledgment.

She wasn't aware of how long they'd stayed like that, but when her sobs finally quieted and breathing no longer felt like sandpaper down her windpipe, she leaned away to truly look at him. She placed a gentle hand on his cheek, her wide gaze ran over him, dry lips parting to say something. "What happened to your eye?" Her fingers lightly traced the eyepatch.

He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing as she raised her hand from his eyepatch to brush it through his hair. "Sherlock helped me heal it. It's my badge of honor for my foolishness. But a small price to pay for all of the sins I've committed." He opened his eyes to look at her. "For leaving you."

"Oh, Liam..." She shook her head, the lump in her throat almost choking her. "I do not blame you for leaving." His lips pulled into a thin line, eyes shining with unshed tears. She swallowed painfully, then continued. "I do not agree with your actions, but I do not blame you. I forgive you." His eyes widened, and before he could react she pulled him back into her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and placing his head on her shoulder, under her chin.

It felt so right to have him in her embrace like this, after so long, like two halves of a whole. To feel the hollow in her chest slowly filling up. It made these years without him feel like a bad dream, a hazy nightmare. She felt more than heard him whisper the words into her shoulder. "I hate myself for having done it, but I saw no other way. I realize now my mistake." He left a whisper of a kiss on her shoulder. "I shouldn't have thrown away my life like that, and I will forever be grateful for being given a second chance. I will not waste a moment of it." He leaned back and cupped her face with both hands, gaze impossibly soft and sincere. "I have chosen to live and to atone, and I am going to spend the rest of my days making up for the time I missed. I will tell you I love you with my every breath. I will kiss you until I'm dizzy. I know it might not be enough to repay all of the pain that I've caused you, but I hope you'll allow me to try."

"There is nothing to repay," she whispered as she stroked his hair. "You— William James Moriarty— are a kind, beautiful soul. One worthy of a second chance. So thank you... for believing in this world and for coming back to me."

His gaze lowered and she noticed his lower lip trembling before he pulled her into a kiss. A barely perceptible sound left him when their lips met, something akin to a sob, and she said nothing more as she felt the first searing droplet slide down his face and hit her arm, only deepening the kiss. With each kiss a miniature chunk of her soul broke, razor sharp and jagged, but with each next one, it smoothed and evened out, until they were all like pieces of a puzzle slotting themselves back into their rightful place. There will be enough time to talk later. For now, this was enough. Just holding him, kissing him, while they were both shattered and reborn anew was enough.

They separated after way too long, her finally remembering there were other people still waiting to see him. She called everyone back, all of them rushing into the room at the same time, surrounding William. There hasn't been this much joy in the house in years. She hugged Albert, grateful he was back as well and enjoyed the sight of the three brothers back together again. The sight was just right in her mind– it always felt wrong to see Louis all alone without them. After some time Albert shooed her and William away, saying he should get some rest after travelling so far. She led him into their shared bedroom and he paused at the threshold. She felt his hesitation, his cautious step forward betraying his inner turmoil. This must feel unreal to him as well, he didn't think he'd be coming back here. She couldn't even begin to understand what thoughts were racing behind his gaze as he entered and glanced around the room, his eyes widening. "It looks-"

"The same?" she chuckled, turning her back to him and slowly walking to his desk to trace the documents strewn there. "Yes, I didn't dare touch anything. Having it all unchanged like this made me feel-" Like you were coming back. She knew he heard the unspoken end of the sentence as he silently made his way towards her, slotting his hands around her waist, and pressing her to his chest. His heart was racing against her back– or was that her heart?

With a silent chuckle and a loving sigh, he whispered in her ear. "Well, since I have made a miraculous return, I do believe I'll need to tidy up my space again."

Her voice was still trembling as she answered. "I dusted your books. Your clothes are still in the closet. But your study is a mess. Wait, I'll tell Moneypenny-"

He tightened his arms around her. "Later." He traced gentle kisses down her throat to her shoulder. "I find myself impossibly weary and in need of some sleep. These last years my nights were restless at best and downright torturous at worst without you by my side."

"Of course." Her nights were exactly the same, although she suspected he already knew that. She also suspected this was truly more for her benefit than his. She couldn't remember the last time she'd truly slept and she was probably swaying on her feet. He saw right through her, as always. With a pointed glance at her and then the bed, he quickly maneuvered her towards it, laying her down as he joined after her.

Immediately she inched as close as she could to him, breathing in his scent, feeling herself relax for the first time in who knows how long as he hugged her to his chest. Everything was still so fresh, so raw. It was too much and too little at the same time. She wanted to never let him go, but she was also so terrified that if she clutched too hard he would vanish and she would wake up all alone again. As she gazed into his eyes, she saw the same torment in him and she knew right then, as she slowly succumbed to peaceful slumber, that he would understand why on some nights she'd hold onto him tighter, as if afraid he might disappear into mist and smoke. And he knew that she would understand why he would sometimes look at her reverently, drinking in her visage as if to compensate for all the times he wasn't able to.

The next day was a flurry of movement and preparations and action, with William having invited Sherlock and his flatmates for dinner. Everyone was so busy following Louis' orders that by the time the guests arrived she'd had almost no time with Liam the entire day. The tables were set, the finest china was served, and the room was slowly filling up with all of the planned attendees. A sudden wave of nostalgia washed over her watching the scene. It was almost as if nothing happened. Once again she had the feeling that these three years were just a horrible nightmare.

While everyone was busy socializing, she spied Sherlock's dark head in the corner of the room, and with a determined set of her shoulders, she made her way towards him, each step purposeful and direct. She didn't let herself falter, didn't let herself doubt. Once in front of him, confronted with his confused and– dare she say it– scared gaze, she stopped and bowed deeply. "Thank you..."

He was obviously taken aback, his eyes widening and his hands flying to wave in front of him. "No need, I was just-"

She rose from her bow. "Please, I need to say this." He coughed awkwardly but didn't stop her as she continued. "I admit that I have been holding a grudge for the last three years. I thought that if I ever saw you I would not be able to forgive you." He might've muttered something along the lines of "Yeah I was aware of that", but she couldn't be sure. She glanced down at her clenched fists." Still, you brought him back." Once again her gaze connected with his. "You brought Liam back. You were his friend and you saved him and cared for him. And that's something I can never repay." One of her hands clutched her chest as she poured all of her feelings out to him. "You have my deepest gratitude, Sherlock Holmes."

"Hey now-" He dragged his hand through his hair and groaned, feeling awkward under her unwavering attention. "Ah, this is so troublesome. Listen, Liam is my friend, I couldn't just let him die after I promised you I'd help him. Besides-" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and huffed out a breath giving her a sincere glance. "What kind of a friend would I be to him if I didn't bring him home to you." Her breath hitched in her throat, tears threatening to fall once again as Sherlock gave her a cheeky grin. "Just... treat him right, okay? He truly loves you."

She nodded her head. "I know." She knew it was redundant to tell him that she loved Liam, too. From the look on Sherlock's face, he already knew. Clearing her throat, she said: "If you ever need anything this house will always be open to you."

Sherlock was about to answer when she heard silent footsteps behind her and felt an arm softly wrap itself around her waist. "Something interesting you two are whispering about?"

She relaxed into William's hold, feeling his familiar warmth and scent envelop her. "Nothing. I was just thanking Sherlock."

She felt his amused humm and saw him give Sherlock an apologetic smile before enveloping her hand with his and gently tugging her after him, away from the main lobby. "Can I steal you away for a moment?"

She followed him without complaint. "Of course."

Quietly, he steered her along into one of their libraries, closing the door shut behind him, but still unable to completely drown out the cacophony of Von Herder's latest gramophone concert invention. She laughed as he led her deeper into the room. "Should the hosts be missing their event like this?"

He gave her a conspiratorial smile, his scarlet gaze bright with mirth. "I'm sure Sherlock will fabricate some excuse for us." Pulling her towards him, he pretended to consider it. "After all, they were all with you all these years, I'm sure they'll allow me to have you all to myself for a little while."

So saying, he gently took her hands, positioning one on his shoulder and holding the other, while his other hand slotted itself on the small of her back. With another mischievous smile, he pulled her closer and started slowly swaying to the music still bleeding into the room. A chuckle of surprise left her lips and she rested her head on his chest, following his lead and swaying along with him. They all could wait a little longer for all she cared, she wanted to stay like this forever. Basking in his embrace, in his warmth– she knew now that that was what home felt like. Like yin and yang, she knew that their love was everlasting. Even when she has to let it go, it will always, unfailingly and undoubtedly, come back to her.

[moriartyluver]

Hello love! I was wondering if I can request angst with comfort/fluff where William’s wife who comes from a noble family and is really confident, (if you’ve watched Modern Family than basically the same personality as Gloria) but one day William and her meet a working class, down to earth, nerdy woman and William finds the woman interesting and doesn’t realize the woman is into him and his wife is just panicking on the inside because she’s worried he’s gonna find the woman more interesting than her and than for the next few weeks the woman visits the manor to talk to William and for those weeks William notices how his wife is really emotionally and physically distant and just seems really upset but she refuses to tell him why because of her high ego (comfort/fluff ending though please!<3)

A/N: I listened to “the other woman” by Lana Del Rey while listening to this 😭. Honestly the reader is so me because my ego is so big that I can’t communicate my feelings lol. Thank you for your request, anon! I’ve decided to name the other lady “Agatha” so I’m sorry if I’ve offended anyone by using that but it’s the only one I could really think of

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem! reader

Prompt: (too lazy to write it out) above^^

Format: oneshot

Genre: angst to fluff

Warnings: reader is female, reader is William’s wife, established relationships, mentions of cheating/adultery, mentions of divorce, reader is a bit of a bitch lol, reader has a big ego, kinda longer than usual, reader has William’s last name , mentions of being punished by God, the other woman is really annoying, some characters are a bit OOC. NOT PROOFREAD SO THERE MAY BE SOME GRAMMATICAL AND SPELLING MISTAKES

When William first met you, you were half expecting him to hate your guts. You knew that he had strong views of equality between classes, genders, races etc. so it was u likely that out of all the people he could love, it would be you.

Your parents raised you to be the best of the best. They would constantly be praising you for your intelligence, which they managed to even get you into university to enhance, your looks, which were praised by all the people you would meet, your personality, your humour, your kindness (despite feeling like you were the most unkind person in the world sometimes) and of course, your strong and independent personality.

Nobody would ever dare to talk down to you because you were a woman, and if they did, they wouldn’t even attempt to again because of how much they feared you.

Evidently, all the praise and achievements you received while you grew up did make you a bit…self centred and somewhat egotistical. It wasn’t like you would go out of your way to tell people “hey I think I’m better than you and you suck so you should just go die!” But instead you always tried your best to be a kind and loving person, despite your sometimes overly confident personality.

When you and William had gotten engaged, which was a surprise to some but others described you to be a power couple, you felt something in your heart soften. You were still equally confident, but there was just something about that beautiful man that calmed your souls so much.

You also were involved in the works of the “Lord of crime” and most of the team admired your strategic thinking and often thought of you as the second in command to William. You would sometimes get into petty arguments with Sebastian and Fred and Louis were a bit scared of you but they all loved you all the same.

So when another woman came into the picture, it didn’t take long for your friends to realise that something was terribly wrong.

You and William ended up meeting a woman who requested your services but strangely enough, she hadn’t asked you to kill anyone. She had only asked for an opportunity to study at Durham University, where William would teach mathematics and you would often visit, the rest of the staff knew you well, and accompany him.

Something about the woman, who you now knew as “Agatha” irritated you. Perhaps it was the way she spoke so much but in such an annoying voice where she prolonged the bed of her sentences.

You noticed that she barely said a word to you but she did think it was appropriate for her to keeping talking about mathematical nonsense, which you understood but you couldn’t help but find that she would keep using incorrect terms or mispronouncing them so frequently.

It was obvious that she was working class and that didn’t seem to annoy you that much but her subtle jabs at noble women, (which you understood, could be very annoying as you had to surround yourself with them almost your entire life) felt ever so slightly targeted at you.

Neither William or Agatha could tell you were rolling you eyes at the latter or muttering something under your breath, and eventually you just got so tired of it all that you lied that you were feeling incredibly ill so you and William could leave earlier.

It didn’t take a genius to realise that William was certainly interested in the woman and you feared it was the same way he was interested in you, or even worse, he was more interested in her than in you.

You were so used to people telling you how truly marvellous you were your entire life but for some reason, you now felt terribly insecure. It was as if that woman had something that you did not. She was fairly down to earth and that was something you struggled with. Sure you could be empathetic but with your confidence, it was difficult to act like she did.

The following weeks, Agatha had the nerve to come by the Moriarty manor and attempt to talk to William. You knew she only wanted to talk to your husband because whenever you would open the door with a glare and then a fake smile shortly after, she would begin stuttering, something that had always been unfamiliar to you as you were great when speaking to others even a large audience, and then turn away when she found out that william wasn’t home. It would often go like this:

Knock knock, The door went.

‘It’s her again, isn’t it? That’s the third time this week..’ you would sigh as you walked to the door. You knew if Louis or anyone else would come to the door, they would invite Agatha to sit down and just wait for william while they let her have some tea. The door swung open and indeed, there she was in all her messy glory.

Your eyes would narrow and turn into a cold glare. It would stay that way for a few seconds while a shiver ran down her spine. You really could be as terrifying as people described “Hello there, Adelaide!” Your cold gaze shifted to a soft smile.

Strangely enough, Adelaide was a name more common in noble women than in working class women. This wasn’t intentional, you just couldn’t remember her as anything but ‘the husband stealer’

“A-Ah, hello there Lady (last name)!” That would just annoy you more.

“Please do not use my maiden name. You may refer to me as Lady (name) Moriarty.” You would tell her with a terrifying smile. “Are you looking for my husband ;Lord Moriarty?”

“I- uh, yes! Is Wi- I mean Lord Moriarty, at home?” Was she seriously calling him by his first name?

“He’s out at the university. I was just going to drop his lunch off for him, he seemed to have forgotten it. If you would like to pass something on, I wouldn’t mind taking a note of anything.” You gestured to the lunchbox in your hand

“N-No-I’ll come by another time! Good bye Lady Moriarty..!!” And then she would run off.

This kept going on for weeks and you reloaded that you were starting to avoid going out, in fear she may meet up with your husband behind your back. You were equally as capable of getting her into Durham university as William was yet she never felt the need to tell you anything.

She was sooo into him and William couldn’t even notice. Or maybe he did? Maybe while you were gone, they would have secret meetings in your absence and she would be flirting with him the entire time and maybe even try to-

Even now, you knew you were being paranoid. William wasn’t one to commit adultery. You knew this, and yet you couldn’t help but stand outside the office door while she and William would converse, just to make sure nothing bad happened. You would never allow the door to be locked in case she would try something.

Sometimes Louis would witness you pressing your ear to the door as he would come to deliver tea to the two. He wasn’t one that was experienced in the world of love, but he could tell you were definitely feeling jealous. Everyone in the manor could feel it.

Albert would joke about you following Agatha to see if she was married to anyone, just so you could alert a potential husband that she was probably intending on divorcing him, (alas, that woman was obviously not even courting anyone.) and Moran would make a few jokes about your obvious jealously.

They would all tell you that you were being paranoid and there wasn’t anything to worry about, but you just couldn’t help but feel sick whenever you came home to see that woman was talking to William in the lounge, on the seat you would sit at.

Eventually you just gave up. You, (name) (last name) Moriarty, had given up.

You couldn’t handle the subtle dirty looks she would give you when you entered the room, or the jokes about you that you would overhear her tell her friends and she was starting to become more bold with her affection to William.

If you were really to lose your beloved husband to that woman, the least you could do for yourself was desensitise yourself to a divorce. You wouldn’t talk to William during this time and if you did, it would just be essential things, such as “a letter came for you today” or “Agatha passed on a message”

At night , you would either completely turn your back to William and shake off his hands from your waist while you lay in bed, or sometimes you would just choose to stay with a friend or your parents, who became terribly worried for your well-being, for the night.

At dinner, you would request that food would be brought to your room (you would tell Louis you were busy and just working on a plan but he wouldn’t buy it for a second. Still, he felt as though he couldn’t say anything because you had chosen to become distant with the others as well as your husband) or you wouldn’t eat at all.

Whenever William would try to talk to you, you gave him short responses and he noticed you didn’t even refer to him with nicknames or anything of the sort. Just his full name.

The manor had become increasingly quiet as you grew more distant. There were no longer arguments between you and Moran and the little giggles as you gossiped with James or you spitting fun facts about flowers with Fred. It felt as if you had died.

That’s when it finally clicked in William. You were upset and he had no idea why.

Communication had always been a slight issue in your marriage. Both you and Liam felt like you couldn’t convey your feelings with one another out of the fear you may be seen as week. You had an incredibly large ego when it came to other people’s perceptions of you and William didn’t like worrying others with his woes.

So when William tried to ask you what was wrong, over and over again, you wouldn’t say anything. You’d only give him a blank stare and internally start yelling at him. How could he not notice why you were upset?! It was obvious that that woman had taken him away from you!

William felt as though he was being punished for something terrible by God himself. He would wake up and feel the warmth of your body had disappeared from beside him. He would eat dinner without the sound of your voice talking to him about whatever seems to interest you that evening. He would go to balls and parties just to notice you didn’t even turn up.

His own mother and father in law couldn’t tell him what was wrong. They had gotten the impression that he had left their own wonderful daughter for some average working class lady and your father would refuse to talk to him while your mother would only look at him somewhat sympathetically but wouldn’t tell him a thing either.

Now noticing that you were starting to leave his life, Agatha had started to turn up at the manor more often and for longer periods of time too.

The others noticed this. She wouldn’t get warm greetings from Moran and James or be gifted a flower occasionally by Fred. Even Louis wouldn’t take the nicest tea up for the two of them anymore and it was quite obvious that the other were disappointed with William for not recognising the problem despite being a genius and had all grown to dislike Agatha more than you did. You told them all personally to not bother being unkind towards William because of this (not like they were planning on it) so they didn’t even tell William anything either out of fear they may start getting upset with him.

William was almost entirely clueless until one day came the time that Agatha would visit for the last time.

They had both been sat in William’s office, talking about various academic subjects while drinking tea. William didn’t feel as happy talking to the girl with the mental torture of not having you around anymore, so he felt a little less enthusiastic than usual. Agatha continued talking to William, getting more affectionate with him until eventually, she decided to tell him how she felt.

“Will,” She said “I think I have feelings for you, I have for a long time…it’s just I never had the opportunity to tell you with your wife being around all the time. Now that’s she’s gone-“

That’s when it finally hit him. You were upset with him because you thought that there was something going on between both him and Agatha, even though she was at least 5 years younger that him and not as nearly as perfect as you were.

“I apologise, Miss Jones, but I don’t feel the same way,” Agatha was stunned. How could he not have felt the same way when his wife was finally out of the picture? “And please do not talk about Lady Moriarty like that. I’m asking you to leave as soon as you can.”

She picked up her things and left for good. As she stormed out with a few tears welling up in her eyes and slamming the door, the Moriarty Manor was finally at rest. A couple of smiles threatened to form on both Moran’s and Bonde’s faces while Louis sighed a sigh of relief.

If it were possible to feel more guilty than he already did, then that is how William felt at that moment. How could he not have noticed? How could he have been so foolish? Of course you didn’t want to talk to him, he couldn’t blame you in the slightest.

You were barely ever around anymore, usually at a friends house or your parent’s. You had even been planning on leaving to stay with your parents for good that night but had to come back and pack your things. You had arrived to do so just as Agatha was leaving, and noticed the tears in her eyes while she glared at you in annoyance. What on earth had occurred here?

When you opened the door, everyone greeted you with a smile while you stood in confusion. Were they trying to humiliate you further?

You tried to brush it off and went to your bedroom to go and get all your remaining things before leaving for good. You eventually came across a photograph that had been taken at your wedding with William. He was looking at you so lovingly and you seemed so happy to be marrying a man like him. That’s when the tears just started flowing and they continued to flow until you were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“(Name)?”

You turned your head to face the entrance to your shared bedroom. There stood the tall blonde man from the photograph.

“William?”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He knelt down and cupped your cheeks in his hands then pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Just when you thought things couldn’t get more confusing.

His tears mixed with yours as you kissed him back, unaware of what sparked his affection but melting into it anyways. After a few seconds or so, you pulled away, so much more confused than when you entered the place you once called home.

“I understand if you never forgive me, my love, but I’m terribly sorry for how I’ve been treating you as of late,” he told you as you opened your mouth to speak “I promise you, nothing had ever gone on between her and I. I’ve only ever had feelings for you-“

He was interrupted by you kissing him once more then pulling away with a melancholy smile.

“I believe you, darling,” you said “I think it was partially my fault for allowing my ego to stop me from informing you of my own worries.”

“So you won’t be leaving us then?” You chuckled at this. You certainly missed how needy and clingy he could be in the privacy of your own bedroom, and nobody would ever see just how affectionate he was. He held you in his arms, waiting for a response.

“I won’t be leaving you any time soon, pretty boy,” you kissed his pink cheeks “even if I were a ghost, I’d stay by you till the end of time.”

[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!

[ha1taniwh0re]

Hello, how are you feeling? I hope that everything is going well for you. 💕

Anyway, I wanted to request some William James Moriarty x Reader, where they know each other for a pretty long time now and the Reader wants to confess her love to him, but is a bit shy and has troubles with it.

Also on the same time, she knows about the plan and she doesn’t want to ruin it, even though she thinks it is unfair for him to sacrifice himself like that.

3 years passes after the Final Problem events, Reader thinks she finally moved on and then William comes back and with him, the feelings Reader had for him. Of course Reader is pretty upset with him for disappearing for 3 years and making her go through all of this. But in the end, she forgives him and is happy being able to see him again. And finally, the Reader builds up the strength and tells him on how she really feels.

So yup, some angst to fluff, and maybe some hurt/comfort as well. Of course if you don’t mind it 😊

Omg i got this like almost a month ago… im so sorry i had a hard time so I didn’t post much but also i started that one book on Wattpad so im doing this rn.

Im so sorry anon please enjoy 💕

Why does my heart cry… Liam

/reader pov/

I was just sitting in my room and thinking about William. He is such a sweet young lord and every lady wants him, even me….

“Ahh….” I was upset.

“Is everything alright Y/n-chan??” Louis asked while standing at my door.

“Louis… omg hey… yeah im good”.

“I knocked but you didn’t answer”

“No no it’s alright.. Why did you come here?? If i can know?”

“Oh yeah, William nii-san told me to tell you we have a meeting about next target”

“I will be down in second”, i said and he left room with smile.

This is a day… i will tell him after meeting.

/2 hours later/

“That’s the plan guys”, Liam said and everyone went to do there job.

As i wanted to leave i stopped and remembered i will tell him about my feelings now.

“Hey Liam… before i go I wanted to tell you something…”

“Yes Y/n what is it?” He looked at me.

He beautiful eyes… i love them so much…

“You know I was really scared to tell you this but…..”

Wait… If i tell him about my feelings and he doesn’t feel like that too he will kick me out of group or the plan wouldn’t work if he is with me..

“Y/n????!!!” Liam said.

“Oh yeah sorry.. amm nothing sorry im gonna go and do my part of job”…

With that i left the room and I can say i was avoiding Liam for long time. But soon i was regretting that. Right now im sitting at his grave and crying…

“I wish you are here Liam… You know i had feelings for you but you are not with me anymore in this world we made…. You are such a stupid brat sometimes…. We told you that you don’t need to sacrifice yourself but no you didn’t listen…”

I got up and left some flowers there and went home. It was already dark when i got back home and lights were on??? Strange?? Louis told me he will be somewhere tonight. Oh yeah in mansion were only me and Louis now so it’s quite sometimes. I got inside and heard voices? Familiar ones. I got in living room and saw everyone…

“Omg….” I said with tears and everyone were now looking at me.

I ran to Albert to hug him.

“ALBERT OMGG!!!!”

“Y/nn heyyy it was a while”

He hugged me back and could say he wanted to cry too. When we pulled away I hugged everyone but than i saw SHERLOCK?!

“Sherly?! What… but????”

“He is here too (nickname)”

“Y/nn!!!”

A voice i missed said. One I thought i will never hear again. I turned around and saw HIM. Lord of crime…… William James Moriarty…. My sweet Liam. I ran to hug him and he hugged me back. Something i didn’t expect was a kiss. He kissed me…

“I knew about your feelings but never said anything because everybody knew i will kill my self. Im sorry my sweet princess”

I just looked at him and kissed once again..

[yyutsuu]

Information + Masterlist

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I had some trouble with the gmail I previously used, on my previous account, I have successfully figured it out and will continue to post on this account

(Please someone help me how do you work tumblr 😭😭)

Note that there most likely will be some sort of spoiler if you are not up to date with the series

I absolutely adore sherliam and William, so if I currently do not have any requests, expect sherliam or William posts.

(No exceptionally fancy layout because I am not able to figure how Tumblr works 💀💀)

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Under normal circumstances, I will post once a week, though the amount of days may be shortened or extended by little amounts. That is depending on what I need to get finished during the week, since I usually try to fulfill requests.

I am currently taking requests.

Note that I will not write all requests, depending on the character and scenario (I may ignore a request if I know absolutely nothing about the topic or have not a clue on how to write it), processing time for any request may take up to weeks.

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Lime

-Extremely thin chance I will write actual NSFW, maybe a few head cannons-

Character x reader insert

Character x character

Romantic relationship

Platonic relationship

Mostly gender neutral reader

If not requested and involves body parts will mostly be gender neutral

If no detail on gender and involves some type of body part I will go with male

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

What I will not write:

As said before most likely no NSFW except head cannons

Lime of underage characters (obvious no NSFW)

Usual boundaries (I do not feel like listing them all 💀)

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

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Masterlist (characters I will write for):

Sherliam:

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William James Moriarty:

Sherlock Holmes:

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Albert James Moriarty:

Louis James Moriarty:

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Henry Antrim:

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Fred Porlock:

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Sebastian Moran:

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James Bond/Irene Adler:

Von Herder:

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Mycroft Holmes:

(If a character who is not present on the list is requested I will most likely accept it and add them)

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

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There is barely any mtp content on Tumblr ughh

I love those silly little fellas so much it’s painful

(English is not my first language and it also is not my last, so forgive me for any grammar mistakes)

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-yyutsuu on Tumblr and Wattpad-

!! Please refrain from reposting my work without permission !!

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Halooo! I recently read that Albert arranged marriage, can I request a scenario of them with their first kiss/date or whatever progress their relationship had? :333 thank you sooo muchh!

Hello, Roxana! So I see you request first kiss/date. However, may I offer first murder/familial bonding? I've always been one for the slow burn, after all. :P

This one has about 940 words, and I do hope you enjoy it!

Albert carefully tucked a blanket around his younger brothers, both sound asleep on the other side of the train compartment. William had barely made it onto the train before falling into a dead sleep–Louis had reassured Albert and Y/N that this was normal when William overworked his mind on a plan. Still, he was pleased to see both of them getting rest after all the work they both put in to this particular crime. Lord Albert Moriarty and his two younger brothers, along with his fiancée, had requested to go to the seaside for a few days, citing the doctor’s recommendation for Louis’s health. Y/N’s parents had agreed, their pleasure with Albert’s sudden interest in their daughter making them ignorant of any suspicions.

Even as their train pulled out of the station, William’s plan was already set in motion by Amelia’s elderly father, whose failing liver from years of drinking had left his days numbered. The front page of every newspaper in London tomorrow would read of the horrible robbery-turned-murder committed by a drunkard desperate for money with nothing left to lose.

After making sure that both of his brothers were comfortable, Albert settled down on the seat next to Y/N. One glance at her hands, which had fistfuls of her skirt in a white-knuckled grip, confirmed his worries about her and the emotional burden joining his world would cause. He placed one of his larger hands over hers and felt her relax slightly. “Does it get easier?”

The oldest Moriarty brother considered the question. “Which part? The murder, or the loneliness.”

“Both, I suppose.” That made him grimace. “It does, from my experience. Once you have nothing left to lose, it’s easier to dedicate yourself to the task at hand.”

“I have you, don’t I?” The innocence of the question caused him to squeeze her hand slightly. “Of course, Y/N. You have me, William, and Louis.”

They sat in silence as the countryside passed outside the window, afternoon light giving way to darkness as it gets closer to evening. Finally, William woke up, red eyes blinking blearily as they adjusted to the dim light of the compartment. “How long?”

“Only a few hours. Louis seemed to need the rest too, so I thought I’d wait for both of you to wake up before we went to the dining car.” Albert’s words were what made William aware of his younger brother, still sound asleep with his head against William’s shoulder. The blond boy lowered his voice to just above a whisper, “I’d hate to wake him–he stayed up yesterday in order to set up Joseph’s entrance into the house. You two should go dine, I’ll stay and keep an eye on him. Just bring us back something, alright?”

Albert nodded, standing up as quietly as he could before offering his arm to Y/N. Once the two had exited the compartment, she looked at him with a worried expression. “Are you certain we shouldn’t wait for them? William didn’t eat much at dinner yesterday, and I know that most of what disappeared from his plate was smuggled to Louis. We should make sure they’re eating enough.”

The warmth that he felt in his chest at Y/N’s concern for his younger brothers was a pleasant surprise to Albert, and he patted her hand that was resting in the crook of his arm reassuringly. “I’m sure we can bring enough back to tide them over until morning. By then, we’ll have arrived in Brighton and can make sure they both get a hearty breakfast.”

He could feel her relax at his words, worries properly mollified. “That will have to do, I suppose. Do you know what either of them particularly enjoy when it comes to food?”

“Unfortunately, no. William is still working through the worries of food insecurity, giving him a tendency to eat anything put in front of him without any discretion, and Louis is the same. The only time they don’t eat something is when they’re saving it for the other.” He remembered the first time William had been allowed to eat at the table as a noble, watching him inhale any portion of the meal that would be too difficult to take away before sneaking everything else into his napkin to take to Louis. He also remembered how his heart had ached when he saw that Louis had done the same for William, tucking away whatever stale bread had been given to him for his brother. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Y/N’s expression tighten, becoming one of anger. “How could anyone do that to a child, or any human being, for that matter? Even the cat that my family kept in the stable was treated better than that!”

She picked up her pace slightly, dragging him after her. “Come on, Albert, we must get there while the crowd is still thick. It’ll be easier to sneak things out without arousing suspicion with that much distraction, and I intend to order as many breads and pastries as they allow. I’ve never met a child who didn’t enjoy a nice dessert. If we’re lucky, they might be serving pasties, so Lou and Will can have something of substance to eat.”

As his betrothed continued to talk about the best ways of getting the food out and exactly how much she wanted to make sure they had for the boys before they left, Albert simply stared at her, an almost dopey grin spreading across his features. Truly, Y/N was going to be the one thing his parents had ever done right.

[beneathashadytree]

Hello! Could I request Louis Moriarty x male reader? Also could it be based on Love Story by Indila?

LOVE STORY - LOUIS MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : mentions of blood and death, reader is already dead, Louis is delusional with grief, this isn’t proofread, reader identifies as male!

Genre : angst (I’m not sorry hehe)

Word count : 0.8K words

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How many nights has he spent in this manner, in dreams so vivid he could reach out and touch them?

Louis didn’t know. It no longer mattered to him; he had long lost his sense of time, its perception lost on him as it dragged on mercilessly. It paid no heed to him as he stood with his spine rod-straight, tongue heavy in his mouth as melancholy eyes settled on the same spot, dull crimson unseeing of anything else.

Always trained on that photo; that picture of him that was the only thing that remained of him outside of his memories. A soft, intimate smile on a man’s face, and bright eyes brimming with love directed towards the photographer—the photographer who could now do nothing but wistfully sigh.

What was he waiting for? Louis didn’t know. Something inside him always tugged him towards that picture; always begged him to remain patient; always asked him to keep praying for his return. Pitying looks and claims of madness did nothing to deter him, for he knew that he was just as sane as they were. Even if he were to cling onto his memories forever, he should not—and would not—be shamed for believing in his beloved.

He always tuned out the entire world. Nothing mattered anymore but the man he’d held so tightly, loved so unconditionally, and protected so fiercely. Every single moment spent with him replayed itself in his mind as he regarded that photograph oh-so-fondly, a single delicate rose cradled between his thumb and index finger.

Louis’ lips would form the words before he could stop them. Are you happy? Are you safe? Do your eyes still shine the same way? Is your smile still as radiant? Do you miss me? Would I repulse you now?

And he waits and waits for an answer that would never come.

His dreams show him no mercy either. In his dreams, he’s still lying on a bed full of pink carnations, blonde hair mussed, glasses cast aside, and skin crinkling around his eyes as he laughed. His arms are full with the weight of his lover’s body ontop of his chest, and his heart is full with the adoration that seeps through its cracks. In his dreams, his hands are gently held and caressed, his scar kissed reverently, and his cheeks cradled lovingly. His crisp shirt is wrinkled as eager fingers tug at it, and lips find his fervently, devouring him whole.

Then, soft words creep up on him, whispering that they’d be alright. And—bathed in the sunshine that warmed their skin as it did their hearts—his darling would promise him that they would be entwined till the end of time.

And he would see this promise through; after all, Louis could never untangle the threads that coiled around his heart. But the terms of that vow never said that they’d both live to keep it. Now, he had to shoulder the burden of being hopelessly in love with someone that ceased to exist anywhere but his head—unable to rid himself of his devotion, and unable to move on.

His heart caved in on itself. He deemed himself incapable of loving ever again; a fact he knew to be true as he berated himself over and over again. Had he been a second faster, or a little wiser, or just a bit more powerful, he wouldn’t have been torturing himself every day with his thoughts. Regret swallowed him whole, leaving him as a mere shell; a shadow of the man he used to be.

His hunger for power had left him ironically powerless when it mattered, and he hadn’t been able to save the one person who eclipsed the whole of his sex. His lover had been targeted for being associated with him. He’d been too careless and not strong enough to protect him. And no matter how much gold he possessed now, or how much glory he earned, or how much power he wielded like a shield, he would never have enough to bring him back.

No trade would ever be enough for the greedy God that claimed what once was his; not even exchanging his very life with his would satisfy Him.

So he’d light the candles in the middle of the black night. They’d illuminate the picture of that smile he remained so enamored with, and he’d feed himself more lies to keep having faith in his sweetheart returning. He’d stain his hands with more blood, and pray that these calloused palms could carry his body once more.

A fool once, and king of the dead now. But no matter who he was, Louis would bring his beloved back and continue the script of their love story—or die trying.

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☾ - pairing: william james moriarty x fem!reader ☾ - word count: 3.4k+ ☾ - warning: nsfw, 18+, minors dni! unprotected sex, some mild cursing, angst, some spoilers if you haven’t seen the entire anime! ☾ - summary: when you overhear william’s ultimate plans for himself, you can’t even bear the thought.

You knew that they weren’t meant for you, but when you heard the words of his confession, it felt like your entire world had fallen out from under you. There had always been that feeling - that gnawing sensation deep inside your chest - that hinted that there could be something more to all of this. However, he had always remained so calm about everything, so how could you have known that this was how he saw everything playing out?

You certainly hadn’t expected him to be so okay with dying.

You had known William since the days at the orphanage, and while you had lost contact for a few years, when you had reunited, it was as if no time at all had passed. He was your best friend then, and he was your best friend now. The only difference now was, he held your heart in the palm of his hand and you knew that there was no hope in ever getting it back. So, to hear his thoughts on sacrificing himself for ‘the greater good’ to repent for his sins, you had to immediately flee the scene so as to not vomit all over the, now dead, nobleman’s hallway rug. 

He had to be bluffing. Why he would lie to Fred after all this time, you didn’t know, but that’s the only explanation you could come up with. He wouldn’t die in such a way and give up on his plans. He didn’t want to die. There was no way he would be okay with such a thing when your world had just started to finally take a turn for the better. 

However, on your walk back to the Moriarty mansion, you thought about the words you had heard. You thought about the sentiment behind them, and how they all sounded vaguely familiar. While he had never outright shared such an idea with you before, as you processed everything, you began to feel more and more ill. His plan, his motives, his entire life’s vision- it all came down to one moment. And that’s when you realized…

He really had been planning this the entire time.

You received an odd look from Sebastian when you stepped through the entryway of the large estate, and without so much as a glance in his direction, you made your way up the stairs towards William’s office. Louis called out to you when he passed you on the landing, immediately noticing your pale demeanor and bothered expression but you just couldn’t get yourself to acknowledge him as you were too wrapped up in your thoughts. Did he know? Did he have any idea what his brother had been planning?

William’s office was empty when you entered it, and you swiftly made your way towards his desk. You weren’t sure what you were looking for, but you needed something, anything, that might help dispel the horrible feeling that had now seemed to permanently settle in your stomach. You needed anything that might give evidence to William wanting to live in this changed world he was working towards instead of leaving it all behind; leaving you behind. 

The top of the desk was devoid of any papers or folders, and as you pulled out each individual drawer, you came up empty each time. You searched through everything, your movements becoming more and more frantic as you searched. Bile rose in your throat as you turned his words over in your head, but you could still only come to the same conclusion. 

You had been searching so long, and your mind was so preoccupied with devastating thoughts, you didn’t realize that it was time for William to be home. Even though he had gone out on a mission, he had promised to return by a certain time, and the clock on the wall chimed the hour as his office door opened and closed behind him. You didn’t even notice he had entered the room until you felt a pair of hands fall to your waist as you were bent down in front of one of the bookcases, placing a book back on the shelf that you had just been rifling through.

A surprised gasp fell from your lips as he slowly spun you around, and when your eyes met familiar crimson irises, you immediately felt like you could cry. There was a small smile on his face, indicating that he had not yet caught on to your shenanigans, though he did look a little curious at the position he had found you in.

“My love, what are you doing in here?” He asked casually, one of his hands lifting to brush back a lock of your hair that had fallen into your face. A lump had built in your throat, and you had to forcibly swallow it down before you could provide him with a response.

“I was looking for a book that I had wanted to read,” you lied, and you could tell that he knew as much. You had your own separate library in the house, and you both knew that you would never come into his office looking for something for literary entertainment. Not when most of his books were related to mathematics or other scholarly topics that you found positively boring.

“Ah, well might I help you find what you were looking for?” He asked slyly, his hand falling back to your waist as he slowly started to lead you back across the room. He was moving you backwards, but you knew that you were headed towards his desk, this assumption becoming confirmed when the backs of your knees bumped against the edge of it. 

“No need, I’ve lost interest already,” you responded, doing your best to give him a cheeky smile as one of your arms draped across his shoulder. You hoped that your voice didn’t shake around the words, because if there was even the slightest quiver, William would immediately notice it. 

“Mmm, please do not abandon your pursuits on my account. I would be happy to go find Louis and-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you were pressing into him, your lips finding his in a borderline desperate kiss. A surprise hum reverberated against your skin as William was quick to reciprocate, even if he had been momentarily caught off guard. 

You couldn’t explain it, but as you kissed him, you could feel a sense of urgency build inside of you that you had never felt before. It wasn’t the typical passionate urgency, but something deeper. You could feel it coursing through your veins and filling every empty space inside of you. The idea that someday - and possibly someday soon - you wouldn’t be able to find solace in his embrace was unbearable. The weight of it was crushing and you felt like the only way you could breathe was by clinging to him as tightly as you could. 

You weren’t sure whose hands moved first, yours or his, but you were soon tugging at the buttons on his dress shirt, and he was moving to lift your skirt up above your knees. Once the hem of your dress was pushed up above your waist, he lifted you with ease so that you were now sitting on the top of his desk instead of resting against it, and he was able to step between your thighs.

Neither one of you broke the kiss until you were pushing his shirt off of his shoulders and he detached his lips from yours only so that he could move them to your throat. His teeth grazed your skin as he nipped at your collarbone, and a soft moan rose in your throat as you tossed the white shirt to the floor and then reached to pull him into you by the waist of his pants. 

“Someone is awfully needy this evening,” William teased, but you pretended to ignore him as your fingers popped open the button of his slacks. You weren’t ready to address the situation that had brought you to his office in the first place just yet, and instead all you yearned for was more. More time, more contact, more of him. 

As you worked on shimmying his pants down past his hips, William’s fingers danced across your thighs before coming to rest right next to the fabric of your panties. His lips moved to your shoulder as his nose nudged the strap of your dress to the side so that he could nibble at the skin there, leaving the faintest of red marks that always brought a smile to his face when he observed them later. 

“Is this what you want?” He asked teasingly as the tip of his index finger brushed along your clothed core. Your entire body shook at the sensation, and for a moment, your hands stopped working to remove his pants as your brain went numb with nothing but the momentary pleasure.

“Will, please,” you groaned, and you could feel him smile against your skin.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Without another warning, he swiftly pushed the fabric to the side before sliding a finger along your folds, causing your eyes to flutter shut and your fingers to press into the skin of his hips as you searched for something to ground you. He was moving slowly, as if to tease you, and you couldn’t stop your hips from rolling forward as they searched for more friction. 

“William,” you huffed in frustration as he refused to give you anything more than a feather light touch, despite how you tried to move against him. His face was still pressed against your shoulder, and you could feel his breath fanning across your skin as he chuckled.

“Easy, my love. In due time.”

But how much time? You wanted to blurt out, but you didn’t. Now that you had him in your arms, you didn’t want to think about what came next, you just wanted to focus on him and the love that the two of you shared. Plus, it was hard to think as he gently pushed one finger inside of you, curling it in just the right way to have another moan tumbling past your lips. 

William lifted his head at the sound, his ruby eyes regarding you with a fiery adoration that always made your toes curl. He was so good at masking his feelings on the outside, but when it came to you, he was an open book. He had once told you that you were one of the only people he ever wanted to be upfront with, and you had taken that to heart.

So, why hadn’t he told you about his suicide mission?

To silence the dark thought that popped to the front of your mind, you leaned forward to kiss him again, and your hands set back to work on shedding away the rest of his clothes. He easily stepped out of his pants as you pushed them down, and he rid you of your underwear completely just as you pushed away his as well. A second finger of his joined the first one, working to stretch you out as his other hand scooted you to the very edge of his desk.

“Are you ready for me?” He asked calmly as your hand reached for his erection, your tongue darting out to lick your lips at the sight of his glistening tip. You could barely speak as he curled his fingers inside of you again, but you did manage to nod just as your hand wrapped around his shaft, causing a low moan to fill the air between you. William’s hips bucked under your touch, and you smiled to yourself at how quickly he responded. You two were the same in that regard.

You sighed in disappointment as William slowly removed his fingers from inside of you, but that empty feeling was short-lived as you assisted in guiding him towards your entrance and he slowly pushed himself inside. The stretch of him was familiar, and it was his turn to groan as his own eyes slowly shut as your warmth engulfed him completely. His jaw went slack as one of your hands brushed through his hair, pulling him in so that his forehead was now resting against your own.

“You feel so good,” he murmured as your fingers threaded through the hair at the base of his neck. “You were made for me.” 

He didn’t phrase it as a question, and you knew that he didn’t mean it in a spur-of-the-moment kind of way. He meant it as a statement that was as true as the sky was blue. From your complete understanding of his goals, your unwavering support, and the way you simply fit him, it was as if the Heaven’s had crafted you for one another specifically. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you ruminated on just how true his words were, and how deeply you reciprocated the sentiment. 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you could do nothing but nod in response. You knew that you couldn’t contain the emotion in your voice if you tried to speak, and the last thing you wanted was for him to stop what he was doing. 

Slowly, he pulled himself back before snapping his hips back into yours, the movement shaking the desk that you were seated on. Your eyes shut as you reveled in the feeling, the pace he had started to set bringing about a familiar burn in your stomach that you couldn’t get enough of. One of your hands was still resting against the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, while the other hand moved back to his hip, the tips of your fingers digging into his flesh as his thrusts started to come faster.

The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air of the quiet office, and William moved one of his hands back between your legs, easily finding your clit as he began rubbing quick circles against it. You jumped at the overwhelming sensation, and he swallowed your moan as he captured your lips with his, an action that wasn’t entirely common for him. Typically, he liked to hear the noises you made and would rarely interrupt them. However, there was something in this particular kiss that had your skin burning in a different way. 

He was thinking about it too.

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter as you did your best to meet his motions with your own hips, your high building faster and faster as you strived to reach that edge before you completely fell apart. William’s teeth gently grazed against your bottom lip, nibbling on it slightly as he held back his own moans and his hips started moving more erratically. You knew that he was close to his own climax, and just as his ministrations against your clit sent you over the edge, he was quick to follow. 

The warmth of him filled you as you finally broke apart so that you could catch your breath. You both knew the mess that you had made of the top of his desk, but William didn’t seem to mind as a smile spread across his lips before his head fell to rest against your shoulder. 

“I love you.”

The three words felt different now as they fell from his lips. Hearing them had always sent your heart racing, but now your heart ached. Despite the moment you had just shared, the reality of your evening finally hit you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. A lump formed in your throat, and your silence seemed to alert him that something was wrong as he lifted his head to meet your gaze, just in time to watch the first tear slide down your cheek.

You had hoped that maybe shutting your eyes would hold them at bay, but it was clear that the effort was useless. A warm hand brushed against your cheek as William wiped the tear away, and when you worked up the courage to open your eyes, you were met with the sight of him regarding you sadly. 

“Darling, why are you crying?” 

He was asking the question, but it felt like he already knew the answer. His palm rested against your jaw as he waited for your response, his eyes trailing over every inch of your face as if looking for any slight changes to your expression.

“I heard you talking to Fred earlier,” you admitted, opting for the truth instead of a half-baked lie. William’s eyes widened slightly, though the surprise wasn’t as intense as you thought it might be. Instead, his frown only deepened and you could see conflict start to meld into his expression. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

With your compromising position, William slowly pulled out and moved to re-dress himself before he replied. You remained exactly where you were, unable to move a muscle despite the vulnerable position, while it was your turn to wait for a response. As you watched him, it was then that you noticed a few flecks of blood spread across his collarbone and shoulders, and you thought about the mission that he had set out on earlier that night and the nobleman whose rug you had almost thrown up on. 

“The things I’ve done, I cannot be forgiven for. But they are things that I cannot take back. Everything now is for the greater good of tomorrow. The world will be better once the job is done.”

It sounded so rehearsed you couldn’t help but scoff. It sounded like a speech he would give everyone else, but it didn’t sound genuine to your ears. This wasn’t the way that William spoke to you. This was a facade. For whatever reason, even after everything you had been through, he was trying to fool you. 

“And what about me? Do you think I’ll be better once you’re gone?” Your voice cracked halfway through the question, and the shift in William’s face was slight but still noticeable. He looked remorseful, but he still hadn’t said the words that you needed to hear.

“Everything will be better when class structure is a thing of the past, my love.”

You shook your head.

“I don’t give a fuck about what my standing in society is if you’re not here with me.”

More tears streamed down your cheeks as you finally moved so that you could reach for him again. Your hands found his bare shoulders and you wanted to shake him. You wanted to make him understand just how horrible you found this plan to be. You’d call it all off right now if it meant that he would live. Even run away from London and never look back if he would escape with you.

William’s thumb brushed against your cheek as a sad smile turned up the corners of his lips.

“You really are the best thing about all of this, you know? I’ve never had to hide myself or pretend to be something I’m not. Orphan, nobleman, it never mattered to you. I’ll never be able to repay you for that,” he murmured, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears now. One of your hands moved from his shoulder to cup his cheek, gently pulling him closer until your lips were just barely pressed against his own.

“Repay me by staying alive. I need you, William.” And you did. More than you could ever say. As he said that you were made for him, he was the other half of you. You would never be the same if he was gone. 

Another heavy silence fell as he kissed you lightly, his lips just barely brushing against yours before he emitted a slow, shuddering breath and his free hand moved to hold the side of your neck.

“If I live for anyone, it would be you and only you,” he whispered, and you felt a flicker of hope bloom in your chest. 

“Good,” you breathed as you pulled back just enough so that you could look him in the eyes once more. You wanted him to see how serious you were with the next words you spoke. “Because if you must go down, I’m going down with you. There’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”

Years of complete understanding and connection drove home your statement, and you could see the realization and acceptance settle into William’s features. He nodded before kissing you once more and then took a step back from the desk so that he could help you to your feet.

“We can discuss this more after a bath,” he suggested, and for the first time in hours, a genuine smile started to form on your lips. 

“Yes. Yes, we can.”

[joanquill]

Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist II

Guide: Fluff: 💞 Angst: 💧 Songfic: 🎶 Sensitive: ⚠️ Platonic: ✨

|HEADCANONS/SCENARIOS|

🔤SFW ALPHABET🔤

Moran + Sherlock

William + Louis

Mycroft Holmes

Albert Moriarty

Von Herder

James Bonde

Zack Paterson

Fred Porlock

Billy the Kid

💟RELATIONSHIPS💟

Being In A Relationship With Them

Moriarty Brothers

Moran, Bonde, + Porlock

Sherlock + John

Mycroft Holmes

Charles Milverton

Billy the Kid

Your Relationship after the Time Skip

Sherlock Holmes

Love Languages

Falling In Love

Moriarty Brothers

Jealousy

Moriarty Brothers

Sherlock (Bonus: Clingy!S/O)

Mycroft + Sebastian

Getting Rejected

Albert + William

First Time Holding Hands

William + Sherlock

Bragging/Gushing About Them

Albert + Mycroft

Taking Care of Sick!S/O

Moriarty Brothers

Sherlock Holmes

Moran, Porlock, Bonde, + Herder

S/O Taking Care of Them When They're Sick

Moriarty Brothers

Jumping Into Their Arms

Moriarty Brothers

S/O Receiving Love Letters and Vice Versa

Albert Moriarty

Fighting and Making Up 💧 -> 💞

Moriarty Brothers

Moran, Bonde, + Porlock

Cheating on You 💧

Albert Moriarty

🎉CELEBRATIONS🎉

S/O's Birthday

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

Their Birthday

Moriarty Brothers

Valentine's Day

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

💍DOMESTIC/MARRIAGE💍

Wedding Day

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

Married Life

Sherlock, Sebastian, + William

Domestic Headcanons

Moriarty Brothers

👶PREGNANCY👶

Pregnancy

Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock

Sebastian Moran

Childbirth

Albert, Moran, + Sherlock

Having Children

Moriarty Brothers

💃SPECIFIC CHARACTER💃

William James Moriarty

Fem!S/O with Maladaptive Daydream Disorder (MDD) [VERY SHORT!]

Subordinate!Reader ✨

Albert James Moriarty

Brat!S/O

Sugar Daddy Albert

Seamstress!S/O

🔃RANDOM🔃

|Shorts/Scenarios|

Going on a Date with James Bonde + Sebastian Moran

Spending Summer Together with William + Sherlock

Simple Moments with William + Sherlock 💞

Hiding from a Stalker with the Moriarty Brothers + Von Herder

Billy Introducing his S/O

|Headcanons|

William and Sherlock's S/O's

Albert & William Crushing on The Same Fem!S/O

Russian!S/O with Sherlock, Sebastian, Albert, + William

Sweet Tooth S/O with Albert, Mycroft, + Sebastian

Chubby!Fem!Reader with Albert + Sebastian

Smart!Reader with William and Sherlock

Strong!Reader with the Moriarty Gang

Flat-Chested!S/O with Albert, Sebastian, + Bonde

Asexual!S/O with Albert + Sebastian

Jack's Niece with Albert, William, Louis, Mycroft, + Sherlock

Back Scratches with the Moriarty Brothers

Tattooed, Pierced, (and other details) Reader with Albert + Sherlock

Apothecary!Reader with the Moriarty Brothers + Billy

In-Laws

Albert & Louis with Their Sister-In-Law

Jack Renfield with William's S/O

William & Louis with Albert's S/O

Siblings

Moriarty Brothers with Holmes' Younger Sister

Sherlock with Moriarty's Younger Sister + Part 2

Childhood Friends

Moriarty Brothers + Bonus

S/O Wearing Glasses

William, Sebastian, Fred, + Herder

Sherlock, Watson, + Billy

Self Harm ⚠️

[Moriarty Bros, Moran, + Porlock]

|NON x READERS|

Modern!AU

Sherlock + William

Albert, Louis, Moran, Porlock, + Bonde

Christmas Headcanons

YuuMori Masterlist I (ONE SHOTS)

Events Masterlist

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➼Oda Sakunosuke

ᵀʰᵉ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵈ

➼Edgar Allan Poe

➼ Lucy Montgomery

➼ Mark Twain

ᴰᵉᶜᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡˢ

➼Fyodor Dostoevskij

➼Nikolai Gogol'

➼Sigma

ʰᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒᵍˢ

➼Saigiku Jouno

➼Suehiro Tecchou

Moriarty the patriot:

ᴹᵒʳⁱᵃʳᵗʸ ˢⁱᵈᵉ

➻William James Moriarty

➻Albert James Moriarty

➻Louis James Moriarty

➻James Bond/Irene (please specify in which arc)

➻Sebastian Moran

➻Fred Porlok (only sfw)

ˢʰᵉʳˡᵒ���ᵏ ˢⁱᵈᵉ

➻Sherlock Holmes

➻John H. Watson

➻Mycroft Holmes

Vanitas no carte:

ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ

➸Vanitas

➸Roland

➸Oliver

➸Jean-Jaques Chastel

ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ

➸Noè Archiviste

➸Jeanne

➸Dominique de Sade

➸Jean-Jaques

➸Chloe D'apchier

I probably forgot some characters- if so, just ask and I'll see what I can do!

✎I will write: sfw, nsfw, fluff, dark content and angst✎

!!The only thing i ask is that please be polite when you write me request! (kindness will be returned&lt;3) !!

…..𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽

[fairy-writes]

1300 Follower Event!

Hello! I recently reached 1300 followers and am literally, like… lowkey crying?

I know I say this every time. But I seriously cannot imagine myself ever having gotten this far. I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoying what I write, much less wanting to follow my silly little writing blog.

But for this event! I’m hosting a cafe! Just like I did way back when! Basically, you guys order a drink, and I’ll write either headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, or one-shots!

The event will be open for two weeks starting today! It’ll be available from Monday, November 27th, 2023 to Monday, December 11th, 2023! 

ALL ORDERS ARE UNDER #fairy1300followers

Rules are: 

All orders are written as character x reader!

Everything is gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise (ex: you request a female reader)

TWO ORDERS PER PERSON

Please send them in separately so I can keep track of everything!

You don’t have to choose an add-on special. Those are just if you want to have some extra fun!

Any orders that do not follow the rules will be deleted. 

I will write for the following people:

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira (except for Muichiro), Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed (not Greedling), Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

MENU

Sizes: 

Large: Imagine (500-750 Words)

Medium: Scenario (350-500 Words)

Small: Drabble (250-350 Words)

Extra-Small: Headcanons (new headcanon style with a short blurb at the end)

Drinks: 

Latte: Fluff

Black Coffee: Whump (physical pain)

Espresso: Angst (emotional pain)

Cappuccino: Hurt/Comfort

Mocha: Paranormal (idk what this entails, but I’ll figure it out, lol)

Americano: Platonic Relationships

Smoothie: My choice! Just send in a character and a size!

Add-On Specials: 

With Spice: Victorian Era AU

With Sugar: Pirate AU

With Cream: Domestic AU

With Ice: Soulmate AU

Extra Hot: Fantasy AU

Example Order: Hello! Can I please get a large latte with spice with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer? 

Translation: Hello! Can I get a fluffy Victorian AU imagine with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer?

Example Order: Can I please order a medium black coffee with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

Translation: Can I please get a whump scenario with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

[moriartyluver]

Hiii! I saw your post about having William’s kid after his fake death and I wanted to request something similar to that if you don’t mind, angst with comfort of Liam coming back from his “death” but when he tries to find his wife he literally can’t find her anywhere and when he asks his brothers about it they tell him that after she found out he “died” she became really mentally unstable for the whole pregnancy and after she gave birth she moved to her manor in the countryside and rarely ever came to the city and she always seemed upset when she did

A/N: thank you for the request! I’m not very creative so it may still be a bit too similar to the original oneshot but I’ll try my best!

Characters: William James Moriarty x Fem! Reader

Prompt: William coming back after his fake suicide to find his wife had almost disappeared completely off the face of the earth.

Genre: angst to comfort

Format: oneshot

Warning: mentions of suicide, mentions of post natal depression. NOT PRROF READ

William glanced around the room.

“Where is she…?” By ‘she’ he was referring to his wife, you, who was nowhere to be seen. Above all, he was probably most excited about seeing you when he had returned.

“..William..” Louis muttered his name, contemplating how he should tell his brother of what had occurred whilst he had disappeared.

William’s mind had gone to the worst possible scenarios, although he tried to remain calm and rational. Had you moved on and married another man who was more suited to you, or worse, had you..died?

“She’s alright, I suppose,” James inputted, trying to not escalate the situation. “We just..”

“She’s gone..” Louis continued. “She’s alive and hopefully well, but from what we’ve seen, Lady (name) left,”

“Why did she..-?” William already knew the answer though, he was a smart guy after all. He knew that you wouldn’t want to stick around after he supposedly died. It hurt, yes, but he understood.

At first, he had originally asked Sherlock to look for you so he could see you first, but after they both weren’t able to track your whereabouts, William had decided on seeing his brothers first. Hopefully, you were with them.

But once he had entered the room without you seen anywhere, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He had driven you to the extent of leaving those who you were closest to. Liam wasn’t ever going to forgive himself.

The room was silent. There was undeniable tension. On one end was Albert and William who were confused as to where you had gone, and then Louis and the rest of MI6 who wanted to tell William in the nicest way possible.

“The last time we saw her was nearly a year ago…” Fred commented. He paused, trying to look for the right words. “As far as we were aware then..she had gone to stay in her manor in the countryside…”

Louis glanced over to Fred, as if questioning whether he was going to continue. Louis knew he couldn’t bring himself to do so, and so he hoped that one of the other could. Fred opened his mouth to speak again, fiddling with his scarf.

“…with her son.”

William’s scarlet eyes widened. He had a son? Was this his son? He had hoped so. William knew he was being selfish, to some extent, but he couldn’t bare the thought of you moving on. Whilst he was gone, he had a whole breakdown to Sherlock when he had asked liam how he felt about leaving you behind. He didn’t want you to move on, and it was the most selfish that william had ever felt.

“…a son..?” The suppose was evident on his face. From a man who always expected everything, he finally had cracked, and experienced surprise.

Once the awkward reunion was over, he had informed Sherlock of this who helped liam find where you were staying. The manor was one you had recently bought, after William’s death. It would have been easier to find you if it wasn’t but alas, you had managed to isolate yourself from the entire world and only stayed with your son.

From what they had gathered, you had went to stay in the countryside after William’s supposed death, and had only visited your friends once in a blue moon. It wasn’t illogical to assume that this was all for the sake of your child, after all, he was the son of the Lord of crime, and although Albert and mycroft pulled a few strings to make it out that you were completely innocent and had no involved in the killings of nobles, your son wasn’t going to have the privilege of being as safe.

So now, there William had stood outside your new manor. He was hesitant to knock on the door and see you for the first time in three years. The professor had stood alone. Nobody else was with him to help ease you into the reunion between yourself and your husband, which had now seemed like a foolish decision.

He lifted his curled fist to the door. There were very few lights on in the house and no signs of human activity for miles.

Knock

Nothing.

He tried again.

Knock, Knock.

Footsteps approached the door. He could hear the faint sounds of a child blabbering. It was as if the manor had come alive. The pacing of what he had assumed were your feet was slow, as if you had no energy to walk quicker.

The door swung open slowly to reveal you stood in front of the blond. Your hair was disheveled and your eyes were tired. Your posture was lazy and your eyes were baggy. Whatever had happened to you to make you look so exhausted hadn’t mattered now. You were there and as beautiful as the day he had left you. That was all he saw.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, failing to realise who was in front of you. Smaller and quicker footsteps had approached your behind. Your son had managed to quickly walk over to you despite being so young and hugged your leg for support.

Once your eyes had flustered open, that’s when you saw him, and you could have sworn your souls had leapt out of your body.

“W-William..?!” Your voice was low and quiet, even though you had exclaimed his name. Had you not talked to anyone in so long that your own voice had begun to disappear?

You fell to the ground, your son moving away as you knelt in front of your husband, the man who you had previously known to be dead.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. After spiralling into a deep depression following both the ‘death’ of your husband and the birth of your son, you genuinely thought you had gone mad and hallucinated his existence.

“It can’t be…” you muttered as you looked down at the ground on your porch “You’re really here..william..?”

He knelt down to face you on equal ground, his soft fingers making their way underneath your chin as he made you face him. “I’m here..it’s really me..”

Tears began to fall from your eyes as your lips parted, releasing a few sobs. Your husband held you close in a tight embrace while you cried into his chest. You spoke of how much you had missed him through tears as he rubbed your back, reassuring you of his return.

Your son waddled over to his parents, blabbering a few noises as he tried to ask both why his mother was crying and who this strange man at the doorstep was.

William pulled away from you, caressing your cheek before planting a soft kiss onto it, then scooping your son in his arms as he helped you stand up once more.

“I’m here..now and forever..”

[pillow-anime-talk]

childhood friends.

request: can you please do childhood friend reader of the moriarty brothers? which includes all the brothers, plus fred. + can you do childhood friend reader x moriarty brothers?

# tags: headcanon; friendship; fluff; mild angst, i guess; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. william james moriarty, louis james moriarty, albert james moriarty & fred porlock {mtp}

author’s note: thanks for requests!

↘ You, William and Louis met at the orphanage; at the same moment when you moved in there.

↘ You loved listening to their stories and learning various, really interesting things with them.

↘ William taught you to read and write, and Louis told you about the flowers and clouds you could see together that days. 

↘ Those were really nice moments in your childhood life.

↘ Few days later, you also met Albert, who seemed different from the rest of wealthy society. He was really nice and also showed you some interesting stuff that you really appreciated til today.

↘ One time he even brought you a brown, old book that he liked very much. You read it on your own in four days, and then you both talked about it all day long, thinking about the further fate of the characters and the world depicted there.

↘ Unfortunately, a little time later, Albert’s family adopted two blonde-haired brothers, and you were left all alone, often thinking about them and hoping that they were all right.

↘ After all, you knew perfectly well how William and Louis thought of the nobility.

↘ But since they didn’t come back to the orphanage for the next few weeks... Everything should be fine, am I wrong?

↘ After reaching the right age, you left your current ‘home’ and wandered around the country in search of a place that you could call ‘your’. You have visited a large part of the British Empire working in bars or as a cleaner to earn food and tickets to other, unknown cities.

↘ In the meantime, you’ve met Fred. It was a really random meeting that made you start traveling together, telling each other about your past and plans for the next few days... or maybe even months or years.

↘ Fred looked very much like your friend from three years ago – William. They were just as calm, composed, they wanted to help the poorer just as much, and that made you not want to leave him, feeling as good with him as before with two smol brothers.

↘ You were surprised when Fred got a telegram telling him to show up at a certain time and place to help someone. The black-haired teenager took you with him, of course, and what was your surprise when, after a few years, you saw again three people who were once very important to you.

↘ They’ve definitely grown up, but their eyes haven’t changed at all. Thanks to those orbs, they still seemed to be those sweet kids with whom you spent much of your childhood as an orphan.

↘ So you smiled warmly at them and waved your hand towards them, not sure what exactly you should tell or what to do.

↘ Fortunately, a moment of reflection made you realize that you didn’t need any extraordinary words or gestures to make them understand who you are.

↘ “... ‘Snow White’ is still my favorite book.” You spoke in a gentle tone of voice and they returned your smile back.

↘ “Long time no see, Y/N.”

[ha1taniwh0re]

Hey, i hope everything’s alright and that you’re feeling well. 💕

Anyway, i was wondering if i could request some angst to fluff with William James Moriarty x Reader having an argument over something. Maybe they were on a mission and it almost end it up with one of them getting badly hurt, or maybe even something else happened between them that caused the argument. Then later they make up to each other. Of course if you don’t mind.

Such a interesting idea darling

Im so sorry for the wait. I was in hospital i hope you will like it.💕

I don’t want to lose you….

The group went back to mansion and we all seated to talk about mission we had.

“I will finish with others right away so I can go and chek on (name)”, William said.

Everyone were doing good and nobody was injured so there talk was really quick. Nobody was injured except me. William came to our room to see me laying in bed not really able to move.

“Why would you do that?”, he said with angry tone.

“Im alive don’t be dramatic”, I said.

“IM NOT DRAMATIC (name) YOU COULD DIE!!”

“BUT I DIDNT”, I said.

“BECAUSE MASTER JACK SAVED YOU!! AND STILL YOU ARE IN BED NOT ABLE TO MOVE!!” He said.

We looked at each other for second. Yeah I could die i made a mistake but he doesn’t have to be this angry.

“Get out”, I said.

He looked at me in shock.

“What?”, he said.

“I SAID GET OUT WILLIAM”, he just looked at me and after two seconds left the room.

The rest of the day i spent looking outside of window, talking with Louis when he comes to room to bring me food and to feed me.

It was 2am and William still didn’t came to room for a sleep. I stood up somehow and went to his office.

I knocked 2 times on his door.

“Come in”, he said.

I came to room and when he saw its me he run to me.

“(Name) what are you doing outside of the bed?!”, he asked and helped me to lay down on his sofa.

“Im sorry Liam… I know it was stupid of me to do that, I know i could die… Im sorry”, I said.

He looked at me and smiled.

“Sweetheart, Im sorry too. I shouldn’t be that angry at you but i was scared. I don’t want to lose you”, he said.

“I know baby, I understand it now”, I said.

He kissed me and than sat next to me.

“But how did you got up???” He asked.

“I don’t know to be honest”, i said and he started laughing.

“Let’s go to bed, it’s late”, he said and picked me up.

We went to our room and lay on our bed and fall asleep.

/time skip/

Finally i can move normal and do everything i want. I went to living room to see everyone there drinking there tea.

“Good morning everyone!!!” I said.

“Good morning (name)” they said.

William stood upand came to me. I hugged him tight.

“I was wondering if you would like to go to ballet tonight??” He asked me.

“The new one they will play tonight?! I WOULD LOVE IT!! But we don’t have a ticket”, i said.

“I will give you everything you need (name)-chan, we just needed your answer”, Albert said.

With that he got up from his seat and took his hat and jacket.

“Well I need to reserve everything for you two, have a great day everyone”, he said and left the room.

“This is my way to make up to you for everything the other days”, William said.

I kissed him and spent the rest of the day with him and the others.