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— ❝ 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞... 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐲. ❞

—𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 —

i go by many names, but you can call me mia. this is merely for reblogging so i don't fill my main writing blog with all my rambling. i don't have much to say, so i'll drop all the relevant details below.

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things you'll find me screaming about: twst (mainly), honkai star rail, genshin impact, black butler, epic the musical, moriarty the patriot, and maybe other animes and games i have watched/played before

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[moriarty-bibliotheca]

—✧ ❝𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞ ✉

— 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✉

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: sebastian moran x reader where he meets his childhood love (bonus if she's a commoner) in a noble party?? he still loves her (they promised to get married before he left for the army and she thought he was dead). his childhood love turned out to be an escort for the rich because she needs money for operation of her mother who was so sick?? angst + fluff ending pls hehe uwu 🖤✨

❝ 𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧 ❞

— 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

— 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗼𝗰!

— 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝘃𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲

— 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀 ; 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 "𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗮𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝗿𝗰"

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: hello, dear! this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so i deeply apologize! i wasn’t sure if i could fit angst and fluff in one story but, here you go! hope you’ll like it! now go ahead and check out the story <3 since this might get a little long, rest of the story is under the cut! <3

Boredom took over the assassin as he awaits the next step of Moriarty’s plan. They’ve just arrived and he had already done the things he was supposed to, so here he was, sitting by himself inside the dining area. He was looking around glancing at the people chattering amongst themselves and filling up their stomachs until his gaze stopped at a maiden, a maiden so familiar that he was reminded of his childhood friend.

“...Y/N?” mumbled Sebastian to himself, he stared at the woman a little longer to confirm his suspicions, he shook his head and continue drinking his beverage before telling himself that it could be anyone else. As he placed his beverage back on the table, Fred was suddenly sitting in front of him, this made the male choke on his drink before looking back at Fred, “why didn’t you at least give a sign that you’re here?!”

He got no response from Fred as he did not feel like talking, he drank the beverage he ordered and stayed there in silence. Moran let out a sigh and let him hang around with him, his gaze stayed on the familiar maiden as memories replayed through his head, memories that held promises he never kept.

The maiden sensed a pair of eyes staring at her, which caused her to look away from the nobleman beside her and then to Sebastian. Her eyes widened for a bit as she thought, “is that... Sebastian? That can’t be, he’s dead.” 

“Is something the matter?” asked the nobleman, the woman shook her head as she continued sipping on her drink and entertaining the man beside her. They had short eye contact before Sebastian broke his gaze and talked to Fred - who just stayed silent and enjoyed his beverage.

Minutes later, Sebastian was walking down the halls to retreat to his room until he bumped into someone. “Oof — sorry,” apologized the male as he continued walking, but before he could go any further, “Sebastian?” He turned around and to his surprise, it was the maiden he was staring at earlier. 

Sebastian stayed silent for a while before asking, “how did you know my name?” He refused to believe this was Y/N, it couldn’t be or he would be in a bit of trouble with her. “Don’t play with me, you know who I am! We were friends,” exclaimed the woman before sighing, Sebastian grabbed her wrist and entered his room to continue the conversation. “What the hell are you doing?!” She immediately yanked her wrist away before sending a glare at him, “don’t get too comfortable with me.” 

Sebastian grumbled as he let out a sigh, “I know you’re upset, I’m sorry.” Silence took over the atmosphere right after he voiced out his apology, it was starting to get a little awkward, but he wanted to stay in her presence a little longer. 

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around Sebastian’s waist, pulling him closer into a hug. “I missed you,” mumbled Y/N, “I have no time to be angry at you, I don’t have much time to be with you.” Sebastian stayed silent, wanting to ask how she was and who was that nobleman, but no words came out of his mouth as he hugged the maiden closer, basking himself in her presence.

“Do you still remember?” asked Y/N.

“Our promise? Yes,” answered Sebastian.

A comfortable silence took over them once again, both a little afraid to break the ice as they continued to hug each other close. He pulled away from the hug as he caressed her cheek, “you look even more beautiful than when I last saw you.” He hugged her tightly once again, missing the familiar feeling of her touch and her familiar scent that never fails to calm his nerves.

“Where have you been?” asked Y/N, “you could’ve sent me a letter telling me you were alright.” Sebastian pulled away from the hug as he looked at the maiden, “I work for someone now.” 

“Who is it?”

“I don’t think I can tell you,” a sigh escaped from the maiden’s lips, wondering why he was being so secretive to her, “and you? What are you up to?” The maiden stayed silent for a moment, debating whether she should tell him the truth or tell him she was doing fine. 

“I work as an escort for noblemen, attending to their needs and... such,” said Y/N, “I just need the money for mom, she’s suffering from a sickness and we need the money to pay for her operation bills.” Sebastian stayed silent for a moment, thinking if he should ask for a loan to the Moriartys just so he could help the poor lady. 

“If you’re thinking about borrowing money,” spoke Y/N as if she read his mind, “don’t, it’s alright, I just need a few more and I can pay off the bills.” 

“... I wish I could help you.”

“And I wish I can still be with you.”

Sebastian was slightly shocked hearing those words escape your lips, how he wished for the same, but it looks like fate wouldn’t allow it. A bitter chuckle escaped the maiden’s lips as she looked up at Sebastian with a tear-stained face, “I want to hate you for leaving me like that, but I can’t.” 

Tears threatened to cascade down her cheek and she continued, “I can’t, because I still fucking love you!” Sebastian wiped away her tears as he spoke, “I know I was an asshole for leaving you in the dark like that, and you have every right to hate m─”

“Y/N! Dear, where are you?” An unfamiliar voice echoed outside through the halls, it was the nobleman that Y/N was with. Her breath hitched as soon as she heard his voice, immediately turning around to twist the doorknob, but Sebastian grabbed her hands before she could open the door.

“Can you stay a little longer?” whispered the male, feeling his heart break a little, he did not want to let her go so easy now that he had the chance to be with her, even if it was for a little while. “Please stay, tell me you don’t want to leave, that I’m enough for you,” whispered the male, completely aware that it was a little uncharacteristic for him to beg for her to stay. 

“I do want to stay, but I can’t be with you. Not now,” said Y/N as she tried to stop the tears from welling up her eyes, she did not want anyone— especially the nobleman— to notice her bloodshot eyes and ask if she was crying.

“Goodbye, colonel. If fate desires, maybe we’ll see each other again.” 

And with that, the maiden wiped her tears and left the room. The male sat down as he tried to ignore the intense pain from the old memories playing in his head, desperately wishing there was a way he could be with her and fulfil the promise they had.

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: i think this is mostly angst, sorry about that! to be frank, i feel like i didn’t do this request well i’m sorry! anyway, hope you liked it! do come back soon, love! stay safe!

[infinitebells]

hello there! i am new to the yuumori fandom, are there any blogs the same as you that provides Moriarty content?

yes there are!! i have a few personal favs i would love to recommend.

one of my mutuals @anne-i-write is actually just starting up a blog and they already have a fic out that’s so super cute!

another one is @moriarty-bibliotheca and they have amazing stuff!! 10/10 should check their blog out.

finally @nizawrites has amazing headcanons for ynm characters, they were actually one of the first blogs i found and i love their content.

all of these creators are amazing, even if i don’t personally know them. there are tons of other blogs out there that have a bunch of other great works, so i would suggest checking out moriarty the patriot tags and finding more that way! i hope you have fun reading:)

[oni-otakue]

@mika-mk-the-trash-fan @dusk3589 @kuragelia @curryandbread @milkteaflorist @aulilyu @lotustheplague @bernkastel11 @banananonnie @nightfallgame @hypmicdaydreams @dailymoriarty @masasei @choco-fox @chifiru @moriarty-bibliotheca

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them. ♥️❤️💛

ok lemme just

@weird-questions-from-an-infp-t @situationallyintelligent @lust-the-patches-ito-simp @always-bi-myself-anxiety @make-things-make-sense @going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi @littlemoondarling @marvelandnothingelse @fluxite @virgil-sanders-the-gay-emo @chaoticwitch22 @rxd0nmyledger @i-am-an-abyss-of-gender @10x02 @pond-porridge

i really hope that's 15 but i have no math skills. but anyway. these are some of the nicest people i've ever met. love y'all (/p)

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

—❦ ❝𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬❞ ✉

— 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✉

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: Hi

How are you? It's so good to see you are back

Can you please write/describe for william James moriarty x reader how he would embrace the reader after a long time away from her( because he was busy with his plans) and then confess his love... maybe even a first kiss??

Sorry if it's a lot for one request

But he deserves all the love 🥰🥰

Ty

❝ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

— 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

— 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀!

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

— *e/c means eye color

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: hello, darling! i’m doing great <3 thanks for asking! apologies if i misunderstood anything or it wasn’t to your liking! there is a tiny bit of angst here, i guess. anyway, here you go! thanks for visiting! come back again <3

Stitch this, stitch that. Knit this, knit that.

That was all you’ve been doing on your free afternoons for the past few weeks, while it was entertaining at some times, it was starting to get repetitive. You didn’t have anything else to do and doing your hobbies over and over again can be quite tiring.

You used to spend your free afternoons - sometimes, mornings or evenings - with William, but nowadays, it seems he doesn’t even have time to chat with you. You had no special relationship with the male for he was only your good friend, but you would be lying if you said you don’t have feelings for him.

Seeing that he was your friend, you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you share with your little confession. He might not like you back, so why would you risk it when being his friend is already enough?

Was it really enough?

You thought it was until he was starting to get a little distant, having no time to chat with you or even ask how you were doing. Did he forget about you? Did he find someone more exciting than you? Perhaps, he never did like your company. 

You tried to shake away the negative thoughts and focus on the 10th fabric you’ve been stitching for the day. You could take a walk or shop around, but you were a bit too upset to do anything else. You sat by yourself in silence as you continued stitching, but your silence was interrupted by a knock.

“Come in,” you spoke, not bothering to look at the door or open it for them. A click sound was heard before the door creaked open, “I hope I’m not interrupting you.” That voice was familiar. The voice you missed, the voice you wanted to hear, were you hallucinating? 

The fabric and the needle fell onto your lap in surprise, “Liam?” You looked up and there he was, the man you’ve been missing so much, the man you haven’t been spending so much time with lately, the man you are undeniably in love with. 

You grabbed the materials on your lap and placed them on the table as you stood up, him walking closer towards you as you stood there in surprise. “Hey,” greeted the male, “it’s been a while.” Before he could speak any further, you surprised him as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Where were you?” you asked, feeling his arms wrap around your body into a hug. “I’m sorry, I was busy and I had no time,” apologized the male, “I did not mean to leave you alone like that.” You stayed silent as you thought about your response, is it okay to say that to him? It’s now or never.

“Is that so? It’s alright, don’t bother seeing me then,” you said, “I don’t want to trouble you just because I don’t receive your attention, I understand.” William was a bit shocked to hear this from you, he shook his head as he let out a sigh and grabbed your hands.

“What? No, no,” said the male, “I don’t feel obligated to visit you and spend time with you, I am here of my own will, I want to be with you.” Hearing the last sentence from him gave you butterflies, but you were sure he meant that as a friend. 

His hand cupped your cheek as he looked into your eyes, admiring the beautiful pools of [e/c]. Your eyes held a mixture of both love and sadness which the male never failed to notice, looking into your eyes helps him know the secrets you’ve been hiding from him or things you refuse to tell him out loud. Your eyes are the windows to your soul, as they say.

That means he knows you like him, he can easily tell through your mannerisms as well. He noticed how you would blush around him, how your eyes sparkle every time you look at him, how you would smile brightly around him, and how excited you get when you speak to him ─ you were like an open book to him.

Perhaps, this was the right time to let you know if he feels like the same way or not.

“... I missed you too,” said the male, causing you to smile at him. “I was starting to get bored the longer I don’t spend time with you,” you giggled as the male chuckled. “Y/N,” whispered William, “do you want to know a secret?” You hummed in response, waiting for him to speak.

He grabbed a flower and placed it on your ear as he pushed your hair back, “I like you.” You were taken aback by his words, you looked at him wide-eyed and said, “wait, did you just say you like me?” He nodded, letting out a short laugh at your reaction. 

“I like you too,” you exclaimed.

“I know,” smiled the male as he patted your head, “it was obvious.” You blushed in embarrassment as he said those words, another chuckle escaped through his lips as he kissed your forehead.

“It was cute,” mumbled the male, planting more kisses on your face. His hand cupped your cheek once more as his thumb ghosted over your lips, you wrapped your arms around him to pull him close, a sign that you are allowing him to kiss you. He leaned closer as he planted his lips onto yours, kissing you tenderly while holding you in a tight and warm embrace. 

Looks like you had your happy ending after all.

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: my goodness, if i am going to be honest, i don’t like the closing line that i wrote, but anyway hope you enjoyed! reqs are still closed so pls wait until i open them again, loves! thank you for reading, do come again! stay safe! 

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

—❦ ❝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞❞ ✉

— 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✉

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: good morning, sweetheart. i really love your writings, it's rare to found a writer who writes for moriarty the patriot x reader and i'm glad i found your blog. also, can i request a william scenarios? s/o try to convinces him to not forcing himself for stays awake on sleepless night thinking abt the plans, and they ended up deeptalking in each other's arm, in bed? soft william please! thankyou so much before ^^

❝ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

— 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

— 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀!

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: why hello, darling! i’m randomly wriitng this at midnight so i’m sorry if it seems off <3 but, good morning! why thank you, that was so nice of you, i hope you’ll enjoy this! go ahead and check the story out <3 thank you for your visit, come back again!

‘What is that noise?’ You thought as you awoke from your slumber and sat up from your bed, it was around midnight and you wondered who would be awake at such an hour. Your eyes landed on a tall figure seated by the window, scribbling away about who-knows-what, you let out a sigh as you softly spoke his name, “Liam?”

His scribbling stopped and he turned to face you, he smiled gently as he stood up from his seat and walked towards you. “I’m sorry, dear, did I wake you?” asked the male as he brushed his hand against your cheek. “Yes, but that doesn’t matter,” you held his hand as you looked at him. 

“Why are you still awake?” Your question seemed to make the man freeze for a bit because looking back at his desk, before he could start explaining, you immediately spoke, “are you busy planning your next move?” 

“You know I have to do this, dear,” spoke William softly as he sat beside you, you let out a sigh before laying down and pulling him under the sheets. You gave him a tight embrace before letting out another soft sigh.

“You have to rest,” you spoke as you hugged him closer. His scent held a familiar feeling of home, being in his arms brought a sense of comfort and with him rarely sleeping nowadays meant it has been a while since you cuddled with him. 

“I am not finished yet-,” said William because you placed a finger by his lips to silence him, he let out a sigh before wrapping his arms around you. “Look, I know you’re an intelligent, young man with a vision to change this country for good. You have people around you with the same views and they are willing to work for you even if it would cost them their lives,” you voiced out your inner thoughts as you sat up and held his hand, you looked at his ruby eyes and continued.

“But, that doesn’t mean you have to spend restless nights thinking and plotting for your next move. Isn’t it better to work when you get better rest? Please, don’t neglect your health like that.” He stayed silent for a bit before looking back at the desk - a bunch of papers were scattered across the flat surface; a few books were left wide open, the pages had a few scribbles of lines and circles; and a large copy of the country’s map was placed under all those stationery. 

“I know that, but we can’t just relax and do nothing for a while. What if we let our guard down one day and somebody were to find out about this? Everything that my brothers and I have been planning, then it wouldn’t go according to plan and it would put all of your safety at risk,” replied the male.

“Including you,” whispered William as he looked at you, his eyes held worry and the tone of his voice sounded heartbreaking, “I can’t let you be in danger because of me, because of this. I want you to be in the new world with Louis once I’m gone.”

“Once I’m gone...” His words pierced your heart harshly, like it was stabbed by a dagger again and again. You were not involved in their plans as a skilled assassin like Sebastian or a martial artist like Fred, nor were you taking up another identity like James. You had no contribution to them, even Louis felt the same thing as you, but even he went on a mission with William while you haven’t.

You did not know what to reply, you tried not to let the tears well up in your eyes as you thought about your potential future - old and unmarried. You would be lying if you said it did not affect you as much, it hurt and you felt like there was nothing you could do to change his mind. 

William seemed to notice your silence, your glistening tears threatening to fall down your cheeks weren’t unnoticed either. He knew what he said bothered you and immediately regretted saying it, he cupped your cheeks as he hugged you close. “I’m sorry,” whispered the male, “I did not mean to make you cry.”

“I’m not crying,” you denied as you sniffled and moved away from his embrace, you quickly wiped your tears and let out a sigh, “please just rest, I would rather see you energized and healthy while you do your thing than seeing you all frail and tired.” 

You laid back on the soft mattress and looked up at the apex of your shared canopy bed, the shifting of the blanket can be heard as William laid beside you and wrapped his arms around you. 

“I’m sorry,” whispered the male once more as he caressed your hair. “Silence,” you ordered softly as you scooted closer to him and hugged him closely, “just hug me and take a rest.” 

“Let’s at least enjoy this moment of us together,” you softly told him, “there surely wouldn’t be more of this in the future...” Silence took over your bedroom as he protectively embraced you. Soon enough, drowsiness took over both of your states and immediately fell asleep in each other’s arms - you will always remember and miss his touch in the near future.

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: wait no i teared up a bit while writing the ending- anyway, hope you enjoyed, darling! stay safe! requests are currently closed for now, i’m sorry for not posting as much! i’ve been struggling with my motivation to continue writing, but i’m back now <3 come back soon, love!

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

—✧ ❝𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞❞ ✉

— 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✉

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: hello, if you don’t mind - I’d like to request a story where the reader is catching it BAD for Albert but that goes direCTLY in contradiction to her bad bitch independent woman thing so she keeps trying to push it down but unfortunately he just happens to be in love with her and is 100% ready to take that wall down as smooth and kindly as possibly sliding into her dms?? If that makes sense??

❝ 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

— 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

— 𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

— 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀!

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: why hello, dear! this request is adorable i hope you like it! i really had fun writing this, thank you for waitinggg! <3 a note to new readers, please check the request status before sending in a request, i have linked it in both my bio and the rules! thank you! now go ahead and check the story out~

“Y/N,” said Louis as he approached you, “brother wishes to speak to you.” You nodded at him and walked your way to the lounge where William usually is, you sat at a chair across from him as you waited for the male to speak up. “Oh,” finally taking notice of you, William placed his newspaper down and faced you, “there’s a ball tonight, you’ll be coming with us.”

Well, that was a surprise. “Your dress is in your room,” said William as he smiled and leaned back on his chair to continue reading, “brother Albert will be there.” There he is again, teasing you about Albert as if you had any feelings for the older male. You scoffed as you rolled your eyes and stood up, “I’ll be going only because you told me to.” 

The blush was evident and of course, William noticed this. He gave you a smirk and cooed an ‘okay’ before letting you leave and head to your room. Somehow, he knew about your hidden feelings for Albert even if you did not tell anyone about it, this man sometimes scares you with the amount of knowledge he has.

You huffed as you entered your room, the heat on your cheeks slowly faded away as you spotted the beautiful dress that you were supposed to wear for the ball tonight. Is this a mission or is it just a normal ball? You couldn’t tell but, you weren’t one to complain. You looked at the (chosen color) dress as the skirt flowed down to the floor, it was pretty long and you reckoned you might trip by accidentally stepping on your dress. 

The intricate designs on the fabric were well-made, you could say you liked this dress and the Moriartys went out of their way to tailor this for you. You noticed a folded piece of paper on your bed, it must’ve arrived with the dress, you picked it up and unfolded the letter to read its content. 

“Y/N,

The ball will be at Lord Oliver’s estate, I’m sure you’ve heard of him since you were paying attention during our meeting. You will be attending with us, make sure to bring your tools and hide to where no eyes can see, burn this letter right away once you’ve read it. 

- WJM”

Ah, so it was a mission after all. You folded the letter and burned it using the fire of your candlestick that was placed on top of your study table, you threw the ashes away and started preparing for the ball. 

Minutes later, you decided to relax at the lounge and have some tea. You left your room and went to the kitchen to prepare some tea for yourself for you did not want to bother Louis into making one for you, you hummed a soft tune as you poured yourself some tea and grabbed a few snacks to nibble on, and placed it on a tray.

You carried your tray to the lounge and set it down on the table, you sipped on your tea as you grabbed a book that was placed on the table. You enjoy your alone time as your eyes were stuck to the book and your mouth was filled with hot tea. what a lovely “me” time. isn’t it?

“Fancy seeing you here,” the voice immediately made you stop your reading process and choked on the tea by accident, you weren’t expecting anyone to see you here and if ever someone did, why would they scare you like this. “I’m sorry, did I scare you?” asked the voice, your intense gaze shifted from your notebook to the person who dared to distract you from your self-time.

“Albert,” you said as you let out a sigh and continued on reading, you heard his footsteps getting louder as he walked closer to you and sat on the chair beside you, you felt your heart beating louder and your focus on the reading material was slipping away, you ignored it as you cursed to yourself to stay calm.

“Are you coming to the ball tonight?” asked the older Moriarty as he looked at you, it was almost like he was observing you. You dared not to have eye contact with him and continued reading your book, despite your quick beating heart, slight sweaty palms, and pink dusted cheeks. You almost thought you were ill. is there something about Albert that made you feel sick every time he’s around? 

“Yes,” you replied, you tried to keep your conversation short as you were starting to feel like your heart was about to burst out of your chest, you took note of how wonderful his scent was, but you couldn’t tell what perfume he was using. You cleared your throat as you distracted yourself from your thoughts and tried to focus on reading, he just stayed there as he eyed you with a smile.

You were starting to wonder why he was just smiling at you, you broke your gaze from the book as your wonderful eyes met his emerald ones, his smile grew a little as you raised a brow. “Why are you smiling?” you asked, he shook his head as he leaned on the chair and heaved out a sigh, “nothing.” 

“I just saw something beautiful,” added the male as he looked at you from the corner of his eye to see your raw reaction. Your blush darkened and he noticed, your brows furrowed as your lips formed into a pout and huffed, you continued looking at the book to distract yourself despite the ineffective means of distraction.

Albert chuckled as he stayed there, you wouldn’t admit it, but it was nice to have some company even if it’s just sitting in silence together. While Albert was enjoying the silence with you, you were sitting there staring at the word “love” that was engraved on the piece of paper, your thoughts mindlessly took over you as you stared at the book.

Was he flirting? He kept sending compliments lately and while they were sweet, you were also a little confused. There was no way he liked you more than a friend, it’s not like you would want to pursue a relationship with him either way. You were fine on your own and you were contented, you don’t need a man to make you happy.

So then, why is he making you feel otherwise? Even the slightest mention of him drives you on the edge, you’re immediately interested in any conversation that involves him and you tried not to make it obvious. You let out a sigh as you tried to push away your thoughts and go back to reading, he must’ve noticed that you were stuck on page 29 for the past 10 minutes now. 

Hours have passed and it was already time for you to leave for the ball. You grabbed your choice of weapon and strapped it around your left thigh, you made sure it wasn’t loose enough for it to fall, but not too tight to make you feel uncomfortable. 

Your hair was styled in a neat and beautiful updo with a few loose strands of hair by your ear, your dress perfectly hugged your beautiful figure, and your choice of heeled shoes were comfortable to walk on and the color perfectly complimented your outfit. Once you were ready, you left the room and went to the front gates to where the three brothers were waiting, they smiled upon seeing you as Albert walked closer to you and held his hand out for you to hold on to while stepping inside the carriage.

You thanked him as you sat inside the carriage with the other three following afterward, they complimented you and you did the same in return. The whole ride was quite silent, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Suppose, you all already knew what you are supposed to do once you stepped into the huge estate of the earl that was hosting the party. 

A few minutes have passed and you have arrived, you entered the huge ballroom with the brothers and looked around the area. You were amazed despite being to several manors before, the shiny items in the room were eye-catching and the chandelier made the entire room so bright in contrast to the night. The four of you separated ways and went on their own and enjoyed a little bit of their time without being suspicious, you stood nearby the window as a waiting staff approached you and served you some snacks and drinks, you thanked them and grabbed one glass of wine.

You sipped on your drink as you stood at the corner alone, you didn’t bother mingling with others for you were doing well on your own, you weren’t planning on randomly talking to some strangers anyway. Your eyes scanned the entire ballroom and your eyes first landed on William, he was seated at a table a few feet away from you, he was also enjoying himself with some drink and looking around, waiting for the perfect time to execute the plan.

Next, your eyes landed on Louis who was not too far from where William was sitting, the younger Moriarty was standing at a nearby corner and observed the host of the party whilst one bloke was trying to have a conversation with him. You can already feel Louis’ desire to be left alone. 

You tried to look for the older Moriarty, but you couldn’t spot him among the huge crowd of upper-class ladies and gentry. You let out a soft sigh as you gave up on searching for him, you weren’t exactly worried for he can take care of himself. I mean, he is a fine grown man. 

You continued sipping on your wine and minding your own business until you heard the waltz music start to play, it wasn’t the usual fancy waltz melody for it seemed to give a little bit of dark masquerade vibes, but you did not mind; you liked it. You did not want to dance so you continued sipping on your wine while looking out the window.

“May I have this dance?” It seems like you were going to end up on the dance floor so long as some fancy bloke took an interest in you, you let out a sigh as you placed the wine glass on a table and shifted your gaze to the man who dared to disrupt your time.

Once again, it’s Albert. He seems to be disrupting your “alone time” a lot, you didn’t mind though. You nodded at the male as you took his hand, he smiled at you as his hands intertwined with yours and his other hand stayed on your waist, you placed your other hand on his shoulder, but did not dare to initiate eye contact for you knew your cheeks will end up red again. 

You started dancing to the sound of the music that echoed across the room, he retracted his hand from your waist and used it to grab your chin to make you look at him, your eyes immediately landed on his beautiful emerald ones, he smiled at you as he placed his hand back to your waist. Your cheeks were dusted in pink and you hoped it won’t be noticeable with the make-up that you have just applied, your eyes stay locked with his as you two continued dancing through the night.

It was like nobody was around, nobody mattered at this moment, it was just you and him. The music was long tuned out and all your focus was him and only him, he pulled you closer as you continued dancing. Being this close to him was unintentionally making you nervous, while you did think that you have no feelings for this man that you were dancing with, your mannerisms were saying otherwise. 

Your heart started beating a little fast, you weren’t feeling uncomfortable and in fact, you were enjoying your time with him. You stood close to the male as you continued dancing to the beautiful melody, your eyes stay locked with his as you once again took note of his scent. His scent was heavenly, it makes you forget about everything and wished to dance the night away. 

“Y/N,” called the male in a soothing voice, “are you enjoying the night?” You nodded as your eyes stay locked with his, he smiled at you and continued dancing with you without knowing that his two brothers were observing you a few feet away. “You look absolutely breathtaking,” mumbled the male, you blushed and smiled at him as you spoke, “thank you, I do think you look quite fit.”

You were being friendly, at least, you think so. There was no way this is considered flirting, he was just being nice. 

After the dance was over, he excused himself out of the ballroom with you and stayed on the balcony. You looked out and eyed the beautiful scenery that was illuminated by the street lights and some darker places were a bit visible by the moonlight, you watched as the leaves of the tree danced to the wind, the townsfolk walking their way back home after a busy day, and some stores closing up for the night.

Albert stood next to you as he observed the same scenery that you were admiring, you looked at Albert and asked him why was he out here with you. to which he replied, “I wanted to watch the stars with you.” You stayed silent as you stared at him for a bit before continuing on your admiration for the view, the past few minutes have been silent as usual, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable as it feels safe for you to be with someone you know in this elegant ball. 

“You’re beautiful,” said Albert while his gaze stared at the sky, you did not dare to face him and continued admiring the view. “You said that earlier,” you said as you watched the twinkling stars up ahead in the sky. “I will say it over and over to remind you how stunning you look in my eyes,” is he teasing you right now? Well, you’re not having it.

“I’m well aware of that, Albert,” your response was deliberately cold, but it didn’t seem to affect the male at all. My, he seems to be even more interested instead of feeling offended like most blokes do when talking to a confident woman. “I’m glad you acknowledged it yourself,” you let out a hum as a response and continued observing the view of the city from the balcony. “Aren’t you going back inside?” you asked the male as you took notice of how he was standing right beside you and tagging along with you. 

“And leave you alone? No,” said Albert as he looked at you, your gaze remained on the view of the city and tried to brush off his stare. “I can take care of myself,” you answered as you let out a soft sigh and looked at him, he was smiling at you, and at this point, you have no idea why he kept on smiling around you.

“I’m well aware of that,” his smile never left his features, does he not feel pain for smiling all the time? You stayed silent as you looked at him, he let out a soft sigh before looking back at the view. “I wanted to spend some time with you,” confessed the male as he looked at you from the corner of his eye, you blushed a bit as you tried to ignore his gaze.

Despite the evident blush, you wanted to know why he was sticking around you so much and went as far as complimenting and teasing you with every chance he gets. “Why is that?” you asked, the male did not expect you to ask for an explanation and you can tell from his sudden reaction. He let out a chuckle and said, “it’s not my fault that I fell for you.” Are your ears playing tricks on you? Perhaps it was your mind? There was no way you heard Albert confess to you.

“What?”

“It’s not my fault that I fell for you, you tripped me.” My, the man was being a little bold with his remarks, the blush on your cheeks darkened as you tried to ignore his gaze and think of a perfect reply. “Are you joking?” you asked in surprise, you wondered if he intended to let you know his feelings or if he was just joking around. 

“I do not jest, my dear.” His eyes were now on you as you stood there, shocked from what was happening, he grabbed your hand and kissed it without breaking the eye contact. “I’m glad to have spent the night dancing with a beautiful lady like you,” said he, you did not know what to say and you tried to think of the perfect response, but nothing seems to come to your head.

“It’s time for us to get inside,” said Albert as his eyes stay locked with yours, you nodded as he offered his arm for you to hold, you wrapped an arm around his as you returned to the hall and walked back to where you were originally staying.

As you arrived at your station, you looked at Albert who smiled at you and never seemed to break his gaze away from you. “Till then, my lady.” He winked as he placed another kiss on your hand and stood straight, he was about to walk away until you grabbed his wrist and said, “I’m glad I spent the night with you too.” 

He looked at you and smiled, “I would give you a kiss, but I’ll reserve that for when we get home.” He gave you another wink before walking away to William whilst you blushed and tried to distract yourself by drinking another glass of wine. 

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: thank you for the amount of Albert requests! requests are still closed so please do wait until they are open before you send in anything! i have already stated it in the rules to check the status before requesting! <3 thank you so much, love! i hope you enjoyed! come back again! we’re always open for a good read <3 

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

—✧ ❝𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞❞ ✉

— 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✉

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: 「 Hello, miss bibliothecary! I have a story request for you, may I ask for a Sherlock x fem reader x William full fic story? It can be made or are which ever you choose. So the idea I hav is that (Y/N) is a waiter who was at the wrong place at the time and murder happens at the manor she's catering for. William knows of her because she sees him time to time on the street near the college. While she knows of Sherlock cause they're neighbor!? Which man can steal her heart durring this.) Thank you!

❝ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 , 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬 ❞

— 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

— 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁

— 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝟱, 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟱

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: oh my~ what an interesting request, i’d be more than happy to fulfill this for you, my dear! the way that i would write how Y/N does her catering is similar to my experience! i hope this is to your liking, now go ahead and check out the story!

The bright lights on the chandelier illuminated the party hall as the invited guests entertained themselves with a conversation with their fellow nobility, Y/N was standing at the corner of the room wearing her usual servant dress. She recently served a few drinks to the ones who requested it, she held the tray firmly before leaving the room and heading to the kitchen.

She let out a soft sigh as she fixed her white apron and her cap, she placed the tray on the kitchen counter and stood beside a fellow waitress. She grabbed a clean towel to continue polishing the silverware that the guests will be using for dinner at a later time, she was feeling a little exhausted from all the catering services she had to do for the past few days, but she wasn’t complaining and thought that she should be grateful that she has a job.

A few minutes later, she had completed her task of polishing all the silverware. She faced the huge window by the kitchen, this baron’s house was humongous, she shouldn’t even be surprised at this point. She walked closer to the window, the pale moonlight illuminated the dark streets of London. If only life would be greater, she would have enjoyed the way she lives her life without being harassed by a majority of the nobility. 

“Enjoying the view?” asked a voice as beautiful as the moon high up in the sky, she nodded without acknowledging who the voice belongs to. “I must say you’re quite occupied,” said the person, “I apologize for disturbing your time, miss.” Y/N’s attention was on this person now, she turned her head to identify who the speaker is, only to see a man of nobility that she has known in a while; William James Moriarty.

“Professor Moriarty,” spoke the female as she gave him a polite curtesy, “I apologize, I did not know it was you, how can I be of service to you?” She had recognized this man for she has seen him quite a few times around London and the university that was located in Durham. She had never spoken to this man face-to-face, but they did greet each other with a smile every time they have walked past each other.

“I’m doing fine, Miss L/N,” said the male, “no need to worry. I am only walking around,” his voice was as melodic as her favorite musical piece, she had to admit that hearing the younger earl’s voice for the first time is quite relaxing. She gave the man a nod as she bowed at him one last time before excusing herself to go back to work, the hint of redness on her cheeks was certainly evident and she didn’t want to embarrass herself any further.

“Did the earl need something, Y/N?” asked a co-worker, the lass shook her head as she tried to calm her beating heart and slight reddened cheeks, she did not know what was happening to her and it felt so sudden to react like this to someone she doesn’t even know much, she shook her head to herself and started preparing the utensils for dinner that will occur within 30 minutes. 

Minutes have passed and everything was prepared, a huge variety of meals were neatly placed on the long table with serving utensils right beside each container; there were hot dishes, cold dishes, salads, and of course, desserts. The headwaiter let out a sigh of relief and looked at his fellow co-workers, he gave them a huge smile followed by a thumbs up and said, “another job well done!” 

It was time for dinner to start, Y/N and her fellow co-workers immediately retreated to the kitchen and cleaned up the area before taking a short rest. The night had been peaceful all the while and thank the Gods that the invited guests and the host of the party weren’t as rude as the previous ones that they have worked for.

But, was the night really peaceful? 

A scream was heard nearby the dining hall, Y/N and her fellow co-workers immediately jumped out of their seats and ran to the place where they heard the scream with the other guests in the dining room coming out of the hall to see the commotion, and to their horror, the discovery they made was gut-wrenching and shocking.

Laid there on the red carpet of the halls was a nobleman, definitely one of the guests as Y/N remembered his face, he laid there on his own pool of blood, lifeless and still. The first one who had discovered it first and alarmed everyone with a scream was a woman, perhaps she had come across this dead man as she left the dining room.

The woman let out a sob as she ran towards a man that was undoubtedly her husband, the lady will surely be scarred upon discovering a dead body, what’s worse is that she might get suspected even if she may be innocent. “What happened?” questioned the headwaiter silently, he was talking to his co-workers in disbelief, the rest of the waiting staff did not answer for they were in quite the shock as well.

“My, how unfortunate,” said William, and he was right, how unfortunate for this man to die at a dinner party as glorious as this one. Another man moved away from the crowd and kneeled next to the dead man to examine his injuries. Why, this man was Sherlock! Y/N’s eyes widened as she recognized this man, he was living right next door and they have interacted a few times. He is quite an intelligent man, she admits. 

It seems the male sensed she was looking at him for he averted his gaze towards Y/N and locked eyes with her for a few seconds, he waved at her and she greeted him back with a wave before he continued on with the investigation. “The yard should be here soon, please get back to your seats,” informed the head butler of the household, the guests immediately walked away from the scene and continued on where they’ve left off.

The rest of the waiting staff walked away as well and went back to the kitchen, “Y/N!” yelled Sherlock, making the maiden turn around to look at him, he gave her another wave before running towards her, “mind helping me out?” Y/N was definitely surprised at his odd request, but agreed to help him anyway, she walked towards the dead body as Sherlock chased another person across the room. 

“Hey,” yelled out Sherlock, “Liam!” The male turned around right after hearing his name— Sherlock’s nickname for him, to be exact. The second Moriarty gave him a small smile and a simple greeting, “Holmes, I see you’re planning to investigate the murder.” Y/N observed them with a little shock, she wasn’t honestly expecting these two to know each other, but she always thought these two were fairly similar and are, no doubt, geniuses. 

“I am!” cheered Sherlock as he rubbed the back of his neck, "wanna make a bet on which one of us catches the culprit first?” Y/N was surprised to hear this, are they treating this like a game? The second Moriarty let out a chuckle, “quite like what happened on the train.” Sherlock looked amused as he gave him a nod and continued on with their short conversation, the two males in equal standing height walked towards the direction of the dead body, right where Y/N was kneeling.

She wishes not to admit this, but she’s starting to feel a little shy. She will be accompanying two men with one of them apart of the nobility, who’s to say this investigation won’t be quite awkward with a maiden like her to tag along? As curious as the lass is, she wanted to know why did Sherlock ask for her help, that was a little odd of him and she knows she is nowhere near their intellectual level to be able to help them solve this case. 

“L/N,” greeted Moriarty, “I assume you’re here to help?” The maiden nodded at him, “I guess you could say that.” She was definitely uncertain on why she’s here, she wasn’t even sure if she can do anything to help them. “It seems he was stabbed,” said Sherlock as the three of them continued observing. “Stabbed at least 10 times,” added William as he and Sherlock examined the body, Y/N quietly glanced at the two of them and her eyes landed on Sherlock. 

The amount of times they’ve seen each other was countless, it wasn’t that rare since he lives next door with his roommate in Miss Hudson’s apartment. Those short meetings always included short conversations and people could tell they were friends, to say the least. The short conversations Y/N had with Sherlock was interesting, it was always fun for the maiden to hear some random facts that the male found out during his experiments and some sort. 

She would be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to seeing Sherlock so often, Y/N’s gaze stayed on Sherlock as he observed the crime scene and made some deductions while talking to William. The way his eyes would lit up when William makes a deduction that perfectly fits what he was thinking, the way he looks when he stayed focused and was dedicated to his thoughts alone, it was like he shouldn’t be disturbed.

Y/N started to feel like a creep the longer she observes Sherlock instead of the crime scene to help them, she shook her head and broke her concentrated gaze on the detective. She was starting to think she might be ill, her heartbeat starts to get quicker and her cheeks were a hint of red, her palms were a little sweaty and she was nervous, similar to how she reacted during her encounter with William earlier. 

“Are you alright?” asked Moriarty, he had noticed the redness of her cheeks and wondered if she was sick or feeling nervous around them. The maiden nodded, “I — I’m fine,” spoke Y/N as she mentally cursed herself for stuttering. “If you’re feeling ill,” said Moriarty as he kneeled in front of her, “we can escort you to a room until you feel better.” 

There it was again, the heat on her cheeks grew as it got redder, her heartbeat quickened as she tried to process what was happening, she immediately shook her head and dismissed the offer, she thanked him for the concern and told him that she could manage. She avoided eye contact as they continued on with the investigation, she gave a few statements here and there that would certainly help the problem progress further until they have arrived to a conclusion.

As soon as they had enough clues, the two decided to split up for their bet was still present, they definitely weren’t joking. “Wait,” said Y/N, “you two were serious about the bet?” She seemed to be in total disbelief, were they really treating this as a game? She wished she could understand the fun that they are experiencing just by solving cases and living as a genius. “Why, yes,” said Sherlock, “and you’ll be the final judge to see who catches and arrests the culprit first.” 

“Me?” questioned the female as Sherlock nodded and waved at her, he and William split up and went on their own ways whilst Y/N stayed with the Scotland Yard and had a short conversation with Lestrade. 

A minute or two had passed and the two gentlemen had appeared at the same time, they both had a few people with them that could be the potential killer. As the two continued to explain their reasons and logic, Y/N and the yard listened attentively and whether they’d admit it or not, these two were pretty impressive. 

After a few minutes of deductive reasoning, the main culprit turned out to be one of the servants in the household, the culprit tried to explain that he did it out of loyalty for his master, but that did not change anything and he was arrested. Sherlock let out a yawn as he stretched his arms, “I guess we both caught the culprit together.” 

William nodded as he looked at Sherlock, “that doesn’t mean our bet is settled.” His scarlet eyes then averted towards the female as she stood there, completely clueless about this “bet” that they were talking about. “What is it?” asked Y/N as she noticed the two of them were looking at her, the two gents gave her a smile as her cheeks turned pink.

“Winner of our bet gets to ask you out,” said William and this made the lady’s heart beat even faster, “but the both of us ended up winning, so you get to choose.” Choose? My, this is a tough decision, Y/N wasn’t even certain if she has feelings for one of them, despite the fact that she was experiencing weird symptoms every time she speaks to them.

Well, should she choose William; the young professor of mathematics with such beautiful scarlet eyes that seemed to hold the darkest secrets or should she choose Sherlock; the consulting detective that lives right next door with whom she had interacted quite a few times now. 

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: this is quite long and it took me a day and a half to finish this, let me know if there are errors! i seemed to have gather a lot of motivation in the middle of the night even if i am tired. setting that aside, i hope you enjoyed! sorry if this was nowhere near your expectations, let me know if you want me to do alternate endings for this! come visit the bibliotheca again, darling!

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

Hi there! This is just for a character interaction with William. 🥰 Also it's wild that I recently found out that William and I are legitimately the same age. 😂

"Hello, dear. It's a pleasure to see you again. I was in the hospital yet again for nearly a week. But, please do not worry! I'm doing a little bit better now. I was wondering if you would care for an evening stroll? I'll apologize ahead of time as I walk quite slow, even with a cane. But perhaps having your arm to also support me would speed up the process? I do not wish to be a burden by any means. That is if you wish to accompany me. It's a lovely evening."

❝ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

"Oh my goodness," exclaimed the male in shock as soon as he heard your news. "It is a pleasure to know that you are doing better," smiled William, "do take care of yourself, dear."

"Of course, we can go for an evening stroll," said the male, "I'll be there to help you." He held your hand as his other arm functioned as your support, helping you walk at a normal pace. "And a burden? Love, you're never a burden to me."

"I'll always be by your side if you ever need me," a smile ghosted over his lips as he continued your stroll, enjoying every minute he gets to spend with you.

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

hi!! i'm new here and i stumbled upon your posts regarding these interactions with the chatacters and i would like to try, too!! so to louis, "hi louis! i hope you're doing alright today. i would like to remind you to take your rest at times as well, because i know that your brothers really appreciate your efforts at the mansion. honestly, let me confess, you really bring me comfort in these stressful and tiring times that i am currently experiencing. seeing your beautiful face and smile just brings genuine joy to me. lastly, i love you with all my heart, louis! that would be all, 'til we interact again and take care, my love. ❤️"

❝ 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

“Greetings, my lady,” greeted the younger Moriarty as he served you a beverage, he told you to sit down and make yourself comfortable as he listened to your message. “How kind of you, dear,” chuckled the male, “thank you, I shall remember your words.” 

He smiled as you voiced out your inner thoughts and feelings about him, he felt delighted to know that he could bring such a beautiful feeling to you. “Is that so, my lady? I am honored, thank you.”

“I’ll always be here if you need anything, don’t be afraid to come to me,” his tone was tender and his smile was gentle. He did not know how to properly reply to your sweet words, all he could do now is hope that whatever he said were the right choices.

“Oh? You... love me?” He lost his composure for a second, before showing you another smile, “glad to know, I love you too.” He stood up as he handed you an envelope that is most likely to be his special letter for you, “till we meet again, my dear.”

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

—✧ ❝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬❞ ✉

— 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✉

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: hello sorry for my english😌 Can you ask for the script of Reader x Albert James Moriarty?. The reader is friends with the Moriarty brothers and helps them change the world, and at one point feels stronger feelings for Albert. Which scares her because she's not a noble so she feels she shouldn't love a noble so she starts to distance herself from his lover and if she talks to him it's very brief. which Albert notices and tries to talk to her in private. can there be a happy ending. Sorry🙏

❝ 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

— 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

— 𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

— 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀!

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: i love albert so much! 😭🥺 this is the first request i’ve received in this blog, thank you so much! hope you like it! don’t apologize, love. thank you so much! now go ahead and check out the story!  

Sounds of the pen scribbling on your journal was the only thing audible at this time of the day, you were isolating yourself in the room as it seems like your mind has been occupied with a number of thoughts lately. Thoughts that you wish you never had, if you could just have the power to make this disappear in a snap, you would immediately make it go away.

You continued writing down your inner thoughts into your journal, one that he bought for you. The older Moriarty had been nothing but nice to you, ever since the day you met him, never had he or his brothers once mistreated you because you were a commoner, someone lower in rank than he is, this caused you to have a stable friendship with the three of them.

Now, of course, you knew about their wish; their wish to change the world, this society. It was ridiculous that your status by birth dictates how you should live. If you are a noble, you get the greater things in life; you get treated with respect, have a better education, work in high-paying jobs and earn more money, and even live a very luxurious life. The rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer, doesn’t that sound terrible?

A knock came through the door, interrupting your train of thoughts and your writing, you looked towards the direction of the door and placed the pen back on its penholder. “Y/N,” the youngest Moriarty’s voice came through the wooden door, “it’s lunch.” It seems you had been so occupied with your writing and your thought process that you didn’t notice the time of the day, “I’ll be right there.” You looked at the mirror and fixed yourself, you let out a deep breath and left your room. Louis was still standing there as he gave you a smile and escorted you to the dining hall.

As you arrived, you sat on your designated seat, beside him. Out of all places that you could sit on, why did you decide to sit beside him? You’ve been distancing yourself from the older Moriarty lately, all those thoughts that kept you occupied were thoughts of him; his smile, his charms, the way he treats you, those are all the things you kept thinking of, and maybe even a few thoughts of you and him in a relationship.

How scandalous, it would be impossible for a lower class woman to be in a relationship with an upper class man, especially someone working in the military like Albert. “Y/N?” Your train of thought was interrupted once more when the second Moriarty called your name, you snapped out of your trance and looked at him, he seemed to be halfway done with his food along with his two brothers, “are you alright? You haven’t touched your food,” you hadn’t noticed that your food was already served for almost 15 minutes ago.

You gave William a smile and said that you were fine, you picked up your spoon and your smile immediately dropped, you used your spoon to grab a portion of (favorite food) and ate it, you continued eating until your plate was empty. Minutes later, everyone was finished with their meals and you were ready to leave.

“Stay, it has been a while since we all chatted together,” said the older Moriarty as he gently grabbed your wrist before you could walk away, your heart started beating fast; his smooth hands was holding your wrist, his gaze and attention were all on you, and that charming smile of his seems to be hypnotizing you even more.

How you wished you had the courage to stay and chat with your friends without looking like a tomato, but you were trying to fix this unrequited feelings of love and the only way you can think of is to be distant. “I wish I could,” you said as you looked away, “but I have things to do right now, sorry.” You pulled away from his touch and ran out of the dining room, you rushed your way to your chambers and immediately closed the door, you heaved out a sigh of relief before collapsing yourself on the floor.

After you left the dining hall, William looked at his older brother with worry. “Did something happen between you two?” asked the younger Moriarty, the older one shook his head as he grabbed his glass of wine, “not that I know of, she’s been ignoring me a lot lately.” The older Moriarty stared at the liquor as he swirled his wine glass, “I’ll speak to her later,” said Albert as he took a sip of his wine.

Hours later and it’s already half past 19:00 (7 PM), you left the room with the intention of grabbing a snack, it seems the residence was quiet today, maybe they went out without informing you. You walked your way to the kitchen and looked around and even checked in the ice box for any possible snacks that you could nibble on while staying in your room, you found your favorite pastries and grabbed a plate to place a few amount that will satisfy you.

“Ah, Y/N, perfect timing,” you froze from your spot and tried to hide the plate of pastries that you grabbed, for heaven’s sake, it looked like you were stealing. You turned around and to your surprise, it was the oldest Moriarty brother standing a few feet away from you with both of his hands behind him. “Albert,” you spoke as you tried to hide the plate, but that was useless for he already knew what you were doing minutes before he even spoke up, “is there something you need?”

“I need to talk to you,” said Albert as he walked towards you, you couldn’t walk any further without bumping your back onto the wall, so you stood still and waited for him to speak. “What is it?” you asked as you tried to maintain eye contact without turning as red as a tomato.

“I have just noticed that you were distancing yourself from me, did I do something to upset you?” You weren’t expecting him to ask you directly and notice you were ignoring him, but then again, this is a Moriarty brother we’re talking about. “You noticed?” you mumbled softly, but he heard it clearly and gave you a nod, you apologized and told him you weren’t feeling well for the past few weeks, you sputtered out an amount of excuses to cover up the fact that the sole reason you were ignoring him was because you fell in love with him.

While you were sputtering out excuses, Albert retracted his hand from behind and placed his index finger in front of your lips as a way of keeping your mouth shut, you immediately stopped talking as he handed you a (chosen flower). You were surprised as you looked at the flower and back to him, he gave you a smile and waited for you to accept the flower from him. “What’s this for?” you asked as you grabbed the flower from him, you tried to calm your quick heartbeat and placed a hand over your chest before looking back at him.

“What do you think?” said Albert, he wasn’t going to give the answer so easily, you looked back at the flower and noticed that there was a folded paper attached to the stem, you grabbed the small paper and unfolded it to see the message written inside.

“I love you,” was written neatly in a beautiful penmanship, your cheeks turned red and you felt like you were in a dream, you looked back at Albert and asked, “are you okay with me being a commoner?” He looked surprised when you asked him that question, he chuckled and shook his head as he grabbed your hand and kissed it while looking at you, “your status doesn’t matter to me, my dear.”

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: well, here you go! this feels a little too short or rushed, i’m sorry about that! story requests are still closed, slots are full! thank youuuu so much! visit the bibliotheca again, darling! we’re always open for a good read! stay safe, love!

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

Thank you for still accept the interaction. I's streessful recently T T // to William and Louis "Eto... William sensei, Here is Valentine chocolate in order to thank you for always teach me a mathematic. I hope you could share it with all your brothers and team" "Since William sensei is so kind but I wanna play with Louis Onii-san too but he likes to act cold... how can I make friend with him?" whisper to William "Oh I already finished my homework now so today,I wish no more homework sensei"

❝ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

"Why hello, dear," his voice sounded so sweet, almost like serenading you with his voice. William smiled at you as he accepted your chocolates and told you to sit down, with Louis beside him.

"Thank you for these, I have something for you as well," said the professor as he gave you a medium-sixed gift box and tells you to open it later. "Do open this later," said the male as he sat up straight.

Louis served you some tea as he heard your little comment about him, he was stunned that he made such an impression towards someone as sweet as you, he let out a chuckle as he gave you your favorite treats.

"Cold, you say?" said Louis, "I deeply apologize for leaving such an impression, please, feel free to be a friend of mine."

"He's a nice duck, don't worry," says William as he smiled at you. "Glad to hear you've finished your homework, as a reward, you'll get another one."

As soon as he saw your dejected expression, he let out a soft laugh and said, "it was merely a jest, my dear."

"You deserve to take a rest, how about we have dinner together with the rest?"

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

—★ ❝𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞❞ ✉

— 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✉

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔: Hi! I just found your writing and I’m already in love with it 💜💜👌. I swear Moriarty the Patriot is underrated 🥲😅 Anyway, can I please have fluff head cannons for Louis and your favorite character? It’s okay if you don’t want to do this. Have a great day!

❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

— 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆

— 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱! 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲!

— 𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

— 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀!

— 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱!

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: hi, love! i’m glad you like it, I hope you’ll like this as well! lowkey hoping I didn’t misunderstood this,, “favorite character” ahem love I have two hihi, as always, I hope you like it! go ahead and check out the story, enjoy, love! i’m sorry this took longer than expected, i wasn’t quite sure about how it turned out!

➫ For William and Albert, Louis will always remain as their precious youngest brother, no matter what his age is. 

➫ They cherish this baby so much and sometimes, they would try and help out with cleaning the residence. They knew how hard Louis worked to maintain the cleanliness and orderliness of the Moriarty Residence. 

➫ They enjoy having dinner together, they get to chat around and be themselves with each other as they enjoy their favorite meal together. 

➫ The older Moriartys once threw a surprise birthday party for Louis with Moran and Fred, the surprise made Louis overjoyed to the point that he almost had tears in his eyes. 

➫ No matter how old they get, they will always spoil Louis, whether it’d be with food or items that he wanted to buy for a long time. 

➫ Louis loves those subtle means of affection, like ruffling his hair, flattering him with words, or even the soft smiles that they have exchanged once in a while. 

➫ He does get annoyed once in a while when his brothers would baby him, he wanted to show them that he’s already grown into a strong, young man. 

➫ He loves his brothers very much and he knows they feel the same.

➫ He tends to get protective sometimes, even if he knows that his brothers are strong enough to take anyone down. 

➫ He totally has “acting lessons” with Albert, which helps a lot during missions where he has to lie or act in a way that was believable. 

➫ He loves cooking for them, he just does.

➫ Their relationship just makes you feel so soft with how they treat each other well, they make sure the other is well and contented.

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

Hi!! Is it alright for me to continue the interaction with Albert? Thank you again!!

"Hello again, Albert!  I hope you don't mind me taking up your offer of chatting again from last time.

To be frank, I haven't been doing well lately. And, for that reason, I'm going to be bold.

Is it... Is it alright for me to ask for a hug from you? Physical contact from someone I trust eases me. Oh, but, if you don't want to, it's completely fine! The last thing I want is to bring you discomfort!

Thank you again for indulging me. I hope I get the chance to speak to you again!"

❝ 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

"We meet again," said Albert as he smiled at you, "you don't have to apologize, like I said, I'm always open if you need me."

"A hug?" He was quite stunned for a moment, it was a surprise for him that someone would be so bold to ask for physical contact. What kind of a gentleman would he be if he were to reject a distressed darling such as you?

"Of course," he opened his arms wide enough and pulled you close into an embrace, he caressed your hair for a bit as he started whispering sweet words that would ease any pain you are feeling.

"Don't hesitate to ask anything from me," said the male as he still kept you in a loving embrace, "I look forward to our next meeting, dear."

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

Hello! I wish to request for an interaction with Albert, please? Thank you so much!

"Hello there, Albert! Well, first things first, how are you doing? You're not overworking yourself, are you? Managing the secret intelligence service and being head of the Moriarty house at the same time isn't an easy feat, and I admire you for that. But, I do hope you're taking care of yourself!

I've always wondered something. Most of the times I see you, you have this calm and refined smile. How do you carry yourself with such elegance and calmness everytime? I believe I haven't seen you flustered, nor out of your calm demeanor. I'm just merely curious.

Lastly, thank you for taking the time to chat with me. It has been an honor. And, I hope you, an amazing man, have an equally amazing day!"

❝ 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❞

"Why hello," greeted Albert, "I've been doing well, thanks for asking." A sip of wine was all it took for him to feel quite refreshed, "a drink always keeps my stress away, you could say this is my stress reliever of some sort." He placed the wine glass back on the table as he redirected his attention fully to you.

"It can be quite a task to have so much responsibilities," said Albert, "I trust you are doing well too? I wouldn't want you to fall ill, darling." His smile never wavered as he continued to let the conversation going.

"Oh?" Your second statement intrigued him, he has never thought someone would get curious about his demeanor. "I guess this is just the way I was taught to act," answered the older Moriarty, his smile never fading and his aura letting off a strong but calm one.

"Losing my temper or getting flustered in public is something I do not wish to happen to myself," confessed the male, "but I do think I can get a little expressive from time to time when I am far from the public's eye."

"And thank you, dear," said the male as he grabbed his wine glass, "I am always free to chat if you need me." One sip and he takes one last look at you, "have a good day, dear, do take care of yourself."

[moriarty-bibliotheca]

To The Moriarity Brothers: How will you be ringing in the New Year?

❝ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❞

The trio looked at each other for a split second before looking at you with a smile. "At first, we thought about inviting some guests over and entertain them with a banquet," said William, "but then, Louis suggested it would be much better to celebrate privately."

"We will be celebrating it together with Moran and the rest," said Albert as he smiled. "We're planning to have some food as always," spoke Louis, "but absolutely no fireworks and the like."

"Fireworks... That reminds me of what Moran did last year," sighed William as he brushed off the topic, "that aside, how will you be celebrating your New Year, dear?"