#moriarty the Patriot x y/n platonic

[maidensveil]

Just some mtp

imagine Sherlock and mycroft having a enola!reader😭😭🫶

platonic ofc. I hope y’all know who enola Holmes is bc I really wanna write a moriaty brother x enola holmes!reader.. what do you guys think??

[deepfivetraveller]

Moriarty the patriot x sick!child!reader (platonic)

Chapter4

“That girl is a MONSTER.” A sudden pang of rage envelops you. All those years of bottling up the torment you faced, just to lead to your own mother calling you a monster. Thousands of hateful words flooded over your head and all of them were compressed into a single “I HATE YOU!” You knew you were lying the moment you said that.

The men turned around, Shocked at the fact that you were only a few feet away. Your mother became even angrier causing them to shift their focus. A few faint words escaped her mouth while she was struggling to escape Moran's grasp. “How…How could YOU do that to your own father…”

“Father? You mean the man who tried to sell us just for some money to gamble upon? He tried to swell our life, our dreams, our everything just for 16 pounds.” tears were flowing from your face long before you completed your sentence. You were at your limit in speech but that was not going to stop you today.

The men of course were obviously clueless about what you were talking about. They were fully engrossed in this conversation, looking back and forth at both of you which made the situation look almost comical.

“That is no excuse to kill your own father Y/n!”

Everyone's heartbeat drops for a moment. Their lungs start to feel heavy as if they were being stuffed in sand. All of them were barely able to process the words your mother just said. You, an innocent girl, killing her. Somehow Moran got over this fact immediately. “Okay times up crazy lady you're leaving.” Your mother although clearly inferior in strength, tried to stop him.

“Why doesn't anyone believe me?! She killed her father not me, she-” One hit on her face by him and she went silent. While Moran dragged her unconscious body out of the manor William steped forth and asked you camly “Y/n, is it true?”

His stare felt so pointed for some reason even though his voice converted the opposite meaning. Infact all of their stares felt the same way.

“You all think I'm a monster too right? For killing him?” Blood oozed from your mouth when you said this. Albert cuts you off “Y/n thats not-”

You can't handle any more harsh words from anyone. You ran towards the mansion with all the strength you had left , chanting ‘I'm sorry’ over and over again as Albert chased you down . At last your body couldn't handle any more of your antics and dropped onto the floor with might. The last thing you heard before your body went unconscious was him calling our your name several times.

A groggy vision was all you felt when you woke up. Vision was a bit blurry but you went back to normal after a few seconds.

“Ah, you're awake!” You turn around to see the owner of the voice. It was Herder.

“Sorry for making you lie down on the table, your back must hurt. I don't have many furniture other than that and shelves you see.” You didn't realize you were even in one until he said it.

You opened your mouth to say something but it came out as voice cracks fully envelop your sentence, hurting your throat. Herder noticed this and immediate passed your flash cards and pen towards you.

“Oh Philip~

…

PHILIP COME HERE QUICKLY OR ELSE YOUR GETTING A DEDUCTION IN YOUR SALARY.” A man with brown hair quickly approaches you. “Ahem! This is Philip, my personal assistant. He shall dictate what you write in the cards. Don't worry about sharing personal information with him because he has short term memory loss, that being said don't ask me why I keep him here either.”

Both of you look at Herder irritated.

“.. I'll stop. Please write….”

‘When I fainted, Albert was chasing me. Is he the one who put me here?’

“Nope! I found you when you were unconscious and alone. Although that does explain why I heard him screaming your name. I thought you guys were playing tag. Were you? Care to elaborate on the situation?”

NO NO NO! He'll start to hate you too! You vigorously shake your head. “Hey come on I'd love to know some drama about my boss! Please do tell!” He takes one of his tools and continued to fix an object.

He needs to know the truth. No matter how painful it is for you.

‘I killed a man. My own father actually’

Philip takes one look at the card, dictates it and faints, causing you to yelp. Herder too stops fixing the object and zones out

Oh God they really hate you.

But exactly after 6 seconds pass Herder continues to fix his object. “Yes, and?”

Huh? What does he mean by that? Is he not scared??

“I'm pretty sure you're wondering ‘WHy iS hE nOt sCaRed????’ I'll tell you why. Albert did the same thing when he was a little older than you. He killed his father, mother, is other brother and yeah… all of his family really”

“WHAT?” Miraculously your voice is back. Scratchy, but back.

“Do William and Louis know??” Gosh you hate the way your voice sounds.

“They were the one who helped in to do it. A little unrelated to this but did try know William took a man to court and sued him to give ALL of his property away to them when he was like 8 years or something??”

HUH?!

“Herder we've been through this several times, take it gently on her don't dump all of the information on her like that.” Williams voice boomed as the three brothers and Jack emerged from the back of the cupboard.

Wait what?

They planed this???

While the others were scolding Herder, Louis looked towards you.

“Guess we have a lot of explaining to do huh?

Okay so I know this chapter isn't big but that's because I'm planning a BIG lore drop for reader. Hope it excites you all as much as it does for me

Btw I feel like I made Von Herder a bit of a twink-

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Hello there! I saw you writing for Moriarty the Patriot and I zoomed on over. If it's okay, may I please request some Sebastian or Sherlock x reader relationship head cannons for a female reader? Or you prefer to write for gender neutral, that's perfectly fine, too.

Thank you!!!!

HELLO, NEW FRIEND! I apologize in advance for all the parts of this that you did not request. I took your request for relationship headcanons with Moran and decided to also include Louis Moriarty, Fred Porlock, James Bonde, and Von Herder. Before I knew it, the simple relationship beginnings headcanons to flesh out the Reader base OC I made for YnM fics was over 3k words--this is the first one I've posted with a female reader, too! Sebastian's headcanons will be first, with the others under the read more cut. I hope you all enjoy! <3

Sebastian Moran

How They Met: Sebastian was on the mission that Y/N had accidentally derailed–how did that happen, you may ask? Well, when they’d started leaving encoded messages at the doorstep of a certain Haberdashery owner, who they’d been informed from a reliable source was fond of puzzles, they hadn’t expected someone else to find them first and take them incredibly seriously. Sebastian found himself assigned to keeping this new player out of their actual mission. However, he’d greatly underestimated her drive for answers and the stealth of his team’s actual encoded communications, which led Y/N directly into the line of fire for this plan. Literally. He got to witness when she showed up on the scene to confront the target Noble through the scope of his rifle. He’d scrambled to signal to the others that a civilian was now in danger and they needed to change the plan–before he could finish getting the message to Fred and Bond, however, the nobleman in question already had a knife to Y/N’s neck. One well-placed shot from Sebastian and a quick evacuation by Fred led to the induction of MI6’s first Cryptographer.

When He First Noticed Y/N: When Y/N was pinned by the nobleman, he’d assumed she would be terrified. To Moran’s surprise, the expression he saw on her face through his scope was one of fearless resolve. She’d figured out the despicable acts committed by the target and had been fully prepared to die in order to right those wrongs, just like the people who had dedicated themselves to William’s plans. Moran saw a kindred spirit with fire in her eyes–that’s what made him bring her to William.

When He Realized He Had Feelings For Y/N: He’d known he had quite the soft spot for the cryptographer due to the time he’d spent observing her–that’s why he brought Y/N back to the Moriarty Manor instead of simply allowing her to return to the life of a normal civilian. He certainly hadn’t expected it to develop past that point, assuming that the interest would stay purely platonic. However, as time went on, he found himself flirting less and less with the strangers he’d find in the bars, with each half-hearted advance causing his heart to twist in an unfamiliar way. Still, it wasn’t until Bonde casually mentioned that Moran had made quite the habit of hanging around the cryptographer’s office after missions that he thought maybe something was up.

When Y/N Realized They Had Feelings For Him: She’d initially despised Moran–not because of anything he’d done to her, of course. It was more his lack of initiative and helpfulness around the class. He seemed like nothing but a lazy slob who preferred to spend as much time as possible drunk and in the company of various women. That image of him remained with Y/N until she was needed for a field mission and got to witness the Colonel in action. She’d known he was competent, sure, but the stories the others told could never really capture the deadly accuracy of Moran’s shooting, his unwavering loyalty to his team and William’s plan, and the often-foolish bravery found in all of his actions. After that, Y/N had spent weeks trying to convince herself that she still viewed Moran the same–it ultimately failed.

Who Confessed And How: Moran’s never been one for subtlety. After testing the waters a few times with her to make sure his advances weren’t unwelcome, Sebastian invited Y/N out with him for the evening. Unfortunately, he discovered he hadn’t made it clear that he’d meant it to be a date. When he showed up at the cryptographer’s office all cleaned up, wearing his best clothes and bearing flowers, she’d greeted him still in her work clothes, prominent ink stains visible on skin and cloth and visible confusion on her face. “Why are you all dressed up? And are those flowers from Fred’s prized rose bush? You know he’ll be upset when he finds out!” “I asked Fred for ‘em–thought that’s what you were s’posed to do when y’were tryin’ to court someone!” “Trying to what!?” It was an unconventional way for Moran to reveal his feelings–he’d hoped to get a few drinks into his system before making the declaration–but Y/N’s enthusiastic reciprocation made it all worth it for him.

Louis Moriarty

How They Met: Louis stood in on William’s meeting with the prospect Moran had dragged back with him. He didn’t trust her in the slightest, keeping a firm grip on the knife concealed behind his back, ready to move to his brother’s defense at the first sign of danger. However, he had to admit that she seemed competent, though not quite as good as his brother, and Louis had often worried about how many facets of the plan rested on William alone. If his brother seemed to trust this person and her services could relieve William of part of his workload, Louis would allow her to live.

When He First Noticed Y/N: He’d dubbed himself as Y/N’s evaluator, taking notes of all her actions and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. After all, no one would simply be that friendly to him without a good reason. Louis begrudgingly allowed her to assist him with meal preparations after confirming that Y/N didn’t have any poison hidden on her person, though he still handled all of William’s food on his own. Once his suspicions died down, he found himself enjoying the cryptographer’s company–no one besides his brother had ever gone so out of their way for him before. It felt… nice.

When He Realized He Had Feelings For Y/N: William and Y/N had both been out on a field mission–Louis was worried, just as he usually was whenever William was in potential danger. However, when Fred told him that someone had been hurt, he vaguely registered in his panic that it wasn’t just William he was worried for. This realization was confirmed when he saw his brother, completely unscathed, arguing with the bloodied cryptographer in an attempt to get her to sit still until Louis could stitch up whatever injury she’d received. It took all of his willpower to stop his hands from shaking as he tended to her wounds–the relief that her injuries were easily treated, combined with the sheer shock of discovering that his heart had room for someone besides his brothers, was enough to send his normally calm mind reeling.

When Y/N Realized They Had Feelings For Him: Y/N wasn’t quite sure why she felt such a need to make a good impression on the youngest of the Moriarty brothers. She could tell that he didn’t trust her, even though the rest of the team was welcoming. That’s how the cryptographer found herself following Louis around like a lost puppy, eager to help him with all of his tasks in order to prove to him that she wasn’t a threat. As Y/N spent more time with Louis, she grew to admire his work ethic, his unwavering loyalty, and his quiet intelligence, with this admiration only driving her to work harder to get into his good graces. The realization of why his opinion mattered so much to her, however, came when her heart sped up the first time he complimented their cooking. The sudden giddiness and lightheadedness that accompanied his off-hand praise of her to William caused Y/N to choke on her drink, much to the cryptographer’s embarrassment.

Who Confessed And How: The shaking of Louis’s hands as he attempted to stitch up her injury was what gave him away, ultimately. Much to his chagrin, Y/N took his nervous shaking as illness, which caused her to start trying to make him go rest. She insisted she was more than capable of finishing the stitches herself. “Louis, if you’re feeling unwell, please go rest. I can finish this up on my own–there’s no need for you to stress yourself on my account.” “I’m perfectly fine to continue–unless my shaking is causing you pain, of course. I simply have a tendency towards nerves when someone dear to me has been hurt.” The words had tumbled out before he could stop them, something he was not used to, and caused him to tense up in preparation for rejection. However, when Y/N reassured him that the feeling was mutual, he allowed himself to relax enough to start planning his next moves. Any courtship, he knew, would have to be rather unconventional due to their lines of work, but he’d never been one for leading a conventional life.

Fred Porlock

How They Met: Fred hadn’t had to cross paths with the nosy civilian who’d interrupted the original mission. Since his skills in disguise and acting were particularly needed, that honor fell to Moran. Fred had seen her as nothing but an annoyance, the flaw in an otherwise perfect plan. However, when Moran signaled for someone to get Y/N out after their target was killed, Fred didn’t hesitate to grab her by the hand and drag her after him. Unfortunately, that would be his only interaction with the new cryptographer until a few weeks later when she cornered him, adamant at properly introducing herself to her rescuer.

When He First Noticed Y/N: The fact that Y/N had cared enough to track him down and thank him for his help left a big impression on Fred. After all, he’d grown used to not receiving recognition for his actions outside of William and the rest of the team who he’d known and worked alongside for years. That sincerity and kindness were what drove him to put in serious effort to get to know the cryptographer. It also helped that she was more willing to contribute to the housework than Moran was–Fred especially appreciated having someone to help him in the garden.

When He Realized He Had Feelings For Y/N: It was during one of the missions where Y/N had to accompany them, leaving the safety of the house. She still wasn’t used to fieldwork and made an amateur mistake, not enough to ruin the plan but still enough to put her in danger. Fred had immediately dropped his part of the mission to run to Y/N’s aid, despite Moran’s orders to the contrary. The panic that he’d felt when he knew she was in trouble was what finally put all the pieces into place for him.

When Y/N Realized They Had Feelings For Him: For Y/N, developing feelings for Fred was less of an “if” possibility and more of a waiting game until “when”. She’d immediately taken a liking to the quietest of her new teammates, going out of her way to spend extra time in his presence, whether that be helping him with his chores or learning how to assist him in the gardens. However, Y/N didn’t realize how deep she was in until she broke a plate after Fred’s hand accidentally brushed against hers as he went to take it from her while helping clean up dinner.

Who Confessed And How: Moran did it. He got tired of watching the two dance around each other awkwardly and Fred seemed to reject all of his brilliant advice on how to woo someone. The moment was far from romantic, with Moran dragging Fred by the collar of his shirt and unceremoniously dumped him in front of the cryptographer’s desk. “Sort out how you two feel already. I’m tired of yer starcrossed lovers, stolen glances bullshit.” Fred would have preferred to make his declaration on his own time, ideally with a planned speech and some flowers. However, it did work, much to his surprise and delight.

James Bonde

How They Met: Bonde had met up with Fred after he extracted Y/N from the scene of the crime. He’d been the most friendly of her rescuers, introducing himself politely and placing a gallant kiss on the back of her hand. After all, James always liked to make a good impression, especially on pretty girls. He was also the one to explain exactly what Y/N had gotten herself into, and the person who offered to help her settle in after William decided the cryptographer would be joining them.

When He First Noticed Y/N: Immediately. James’s type is pretty, intelligent, and capable, and Y/N checked all of those boxes. He knew better than to press her with any flirtation off the bat, instead focusing on building up a proper friendship with her and getting to know her as a person. He was a frequent visitor to the cryptographer’s office, often insisting on being the one to bring her instructions from William, and he’d always offer to be her guard during field missions.

When He Realized He Had Feelings For Y/N: Bonde knew he was smitten the first time Y/N responded to one of his flirts with her own. After all, it takes more than a pretty face to get him to fall. Once he’d established that they had chemistry, he’d be more forward with his advances towards her. Unlike Moran, however, his focus would be on charming and romancing his target. Flowers on her desks, little gifts in front of her door, and going out of his way to be a gentleman in front of her, et cetera. However, he made sure to leave no doubt that his intentions were genuine–he’d want Y/N to know that, if she was interested in him, he’d happily be hers.

When Y/N Realized They Had Feelings For Him: She’d been flattered by his flirtations–after all, who wouldn’t be when showered with attention from an attractive man? However, it wasn’t until she started noticing that his actions were giving her butterflies that Y/N started earnestly trying to learn if he was being genuine. She knew Moran was a scoundrel only interested in getting her into bed, but something about James made her trust that he was after more than that. That confidence allowed her to firmly decide that she reciprocated his feelings.

Who Confessed And How: Bonde left a rose and a handwritten note inviting her to dinner with him on Y/N’s desk once he was certain she would be comfortable with the offer. When he came by her room to pick her up, he was stunned by how beautiful she looked with her nervous smile and simple dress clothes. He immediately told her that, with his praise for her continuing well into their evening together. “Your beauty is always so effortless, my dear. Until tonight, I thought nothing could improve it. Now I’d do anything to keep that smile on your face directed at me~” James’s smooth-talking and charming nature net him a second date, then a third, until finally developing their relationship into a passionate courtship.

Von Herder

How They Met: Y/N was sent over to his workshop to pick up some technology William had requested specifically for her work. Of course, William had neglected to inform Herder of her impending arrival and Y/N of Herder’s blindness, which led to Herder assuming the unfamiliar footsteps belonged to an intruder. He found his mistake rather embarrassing, but still welcomed Y/N enthusiastically after offering a sheepish apology. It only took a few moments to completely forget his embarrassment, however, as he excitedly launched into an explanation of the inventions she’d been sent to pick up.

When He First Noticed Y/N: Unlike everyone else, Herder wouldn’t have a specific moment where he started seeing Y/N in a more complex light. He doesn’t often give his attention to things outside of his work unless given a compelling reason to.

When He Realized He Had Feelings For Y/N: Herder found himself actively anticipating visits from Y/N much quicker than he thought he would. When she came by, he’d make an actual effort to engage in conversation with her, even starting to keep things to make tea in his workshop just in case she stopped by. He initially brushed it off as simply being happy to have a new person to listen to his ideas, but that changed when he realized that the sound of her footsteps gave him butterflies. Unfortunately, Herder had never really dedicated time and energy to romantic pursuits, so the outcome of this discovery was an increase in his nervous energy. He’d ramble at top-speed until he started tripping over his words–it would have embarrassed him more if he didn’t find her laughs so enchanting.

When Y/N Realized They Had Feelings For Him: Y/N had initially found Herder kind of odd in an endearing way. He was incredibly intelligent and passionate about his work, but she could also tell that he was a bit lonely. Herder had almost no reasons to leave the workshop, and he only received visitors to pick up his inventions. She initially started visiting more often and staying longer out of pity, but it eventually became something she greatly enjoyed. One day, however, while the two were having tea together, she found herself simply staring at the eccentric man as he talked, a soft smile on her face and a warm feeling in her heart, instead of focusing on his words. When she realized he’d obviously asked her a question and is waiting for a response, she was incredibly glad that he can’t see her flustered expression, feigning fatigue from an early mission to excuse her rudeness.

Who Confessed And How: Y/N tried her hardest to subtly hint to him that she had feelings for him. Then she tried being obvious, bringing him small gifts, making more physical contact, and being more affectionate with his words. Unfortunately, his genius did not extend to the realms of flirting or courtship, leaving him oblivious to her advances while moping over his inability to tell her how he felt. Y/N’s frustration finally reaches a boiling point during one visit that she’d made specifically on her day off with no requests from William for Herder to fulfill. “Herder, I like you. Do you like me?” “Well of course I like you, Y/N– I mean, not in any improper manner. I’d never want to make you uncomfortable like that, and I know I’m not– Mmph!” Occasionally, the best way to get something through to a genius is to be direct, and cutting him off with a kiss definitely did the job. Y/N now has a pet inventor dedicated to keeping her safe–after all, dangerous inventions are Herder’s love language.

Whew, that was kinda longer than I meant it to be, but also incredibly fun. Please, please request more like this if you like my writing, or even just send me asks about Yuukoku no Moriarty! I love talking about things I'm into (it's the autism). Also, even though this one is a female reader, I tend to do gender neutral but am also willing to go with any gender or pronouns requested <3

[loafersies]

[ hello ! i'm juls <3 ]

carrd: loafies.carrd.co

hi, i'm pretty new to tumblr, as a writer that is. i make fanfics, i used to write on wattpad (let's not talk about it) and on ao3 under the same name @loafersies :D - i have heavily improved since my wattpad days please don't think i haven't ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

i will start posting fanfics here, and will be taking requests (and fic commissions soon bc i am in need of money)

before the fic commissions, i would of course want to offer what i can do, what i can offer, and what i will write for;

fandoms i will write for (will add more if ever):

- haikyuu

- bungo stray dogs

- genshin impact

- kimetsu no yaiba

- danganronpa

- moriarty the patriot

- hunter x hunter

- jujutsu kaisen

- owari no seraph

- obey me! (game)

- identity v

- fruits basket

- the promised neverland

genres i will write:

- angst

- fluff

- AUs

- smut (excludes children, or anything too weird)

- headcanons (for kinks, dating, friendships, etc.)

- platonic fics

things i will NOT write:

- chrollo, hisoka, and guren smuts (hisoka is a given, the other two just make me laugh)

- anything concerning p*dophilia, incest, r*pe/noncon/dubcon, piss kinks (please don't)

- i will NOT write smut concerning underaged characters/characters that look and or act like children! this is a very heavy rule, you will be blocked if you consider requesting this (tpn fics will only be platonic/cute romantic, and will only have smuts for adults like yuugo or isabella)

- i will NOT use the words alpha, omega, etc. please leave the omegaverse out of this.

- ship fics! these are tentative, and i might write for some, but in general i won't unless personally requested and i agree

- ships i will immediately TURN DOWN are: pedophilic, toxic, or incest ships (including pseudo incest), kaebedo (genshin), adamil (idv) - note! nothing is wrong w the two ships mentioned i just do not like them and will never write for them. i am obviously not stopping you from shipping kaebedo and adamil, just personal icks for me and i will defo NOT send hate towards them on this page :)

things you can do/request:

- request for a fandom not listed! there's a good possibility i'm in it/is willing to write for it :) please just ask nicely, and accept if i reject

- explain to me a very detailed plot. this is genuinely a good thing for me

- give details for the fic, characters involved, what you want the end to be, etc

- request for poly relationship fics

i try to not use "y/n" as much and often write at 2nd or 3rd POV to avoid using it. the term isn't bad? just brings out some inner cringe. and me mostly avoiding using it is personally a strong point in my fics. i use deep meanings and deep words a lot too!

i will genuinely update on anything else! if you enjoy my work, some feedback through likes, reblogs, and comments would be very nice and appreciated :)

i would like to note that i have read the manga for ons, bsd, (a little bit of moriarty), kny, tpn, and haikyuu! jjk i have NOT, so anything regarding manga details i will need more information and i will ask for my friend. genshin and bsd are the fandoms i've written most for and are most comfy w doing :D

that's all, i really hope you enjoy my work! (´･ᴗ･ ` )

[joanquill]

Hi hi author!!!

I want to make u happy

So my request is you can make yourself into the writing x any of your favorite character of Moriarty the patriot . The scenario is: you two are enjoying something ( you can choose whatever you like to do: example: reading a book, dancing...etc) so pick up some of your hobbies..

Then ta-dah ~~

Author chan now is on your own writing with the characters 🥰🥰🥰🥰😊😇

Hope you enjoy my request and have fun doing it

See you

Xoxo

Take A Break

John H. Watson

A/N: Thank you so much for this 😭 This was really sweet of you 🥺💕💖💗 I had fun writing this :) Sorry, this became like a rant for me during quarantine ^^" Also-

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! 🎉🎉🎉 I hope you're all resting and enjoying your well-deserved vacations and taking care of yourselves ^^

Tag/s: Platonic, Self-Indulgent

"And… I’m done…!” you breathed out in glee, your project working as it should with little to no kinks.

You sighed in relief, slumping back to your seat as you loosen your body, muscles aching from the continuous hours in front of your desk.

“Now for sleep… on the bed…” you slurred, moving your chair with your feet as you inched closer to your bedroom.

As your chair bumped onto your bed frame, you flopped your body onto the sheets, sighing in content as you felt fatigue take over your body as you fell asleep.

“(Y/N)…?”

“…(Y/N)!”

“Agh!” you jolted up, looking around frantically as you saw John looking at you with a confused expression.

“John…? What are you doing here so early?” you asked as you rubbed your eyes, feeling it sting from the light.

“…It’s already the afternoon… Don’t tell me you-” his voice started to rise, signaling a lecture would be in full swing.

“A-Ah! Before you scold me,” you stood up on your bed, hands in front of you as John crossed his arms.

“I was working on my project… And it took a little later than I thought,” you clarified, hopping off your bed.

“But I thought your partner was in charge of it?”

“So did I, but what happened was that they asked someone else to help them and remake it from that person’s work instead of continuing what I already made…”

You gestured with your hands, hoping it would help explain.

“…And I found out they lied to me and just took it off of something they found from the public library, SO!” you clapped your hands, “I notified my professor that I would be going solo, and I continued the project I already did,”

You finished with a nervous smile had a confused expression.

“D-Did you at least finish it…?”

“Yeah! I finished it last night- Well, up to around 3 AM, but it’s done!” you reassured, making John sigh in relief.

“That’s good, I guess… But I don’t think you should keep staying up late. It’s bad for your health,” he scolded like a father.

“I know, I know… It’s not like I wanted to,” you shrugged, stretching your arms.

“Anyway, what brings you to my house?” you asked, cleaning up some messes as you walked to the living room.

“Oh, right,” he grabbed his bag and took out a large pile of papers, “My draft for the manuscript is done, and I wanted your opinion on it,”

Your eyes lit up as you ran up to him, eyes locked onto the papers.

“Hold on!” he raised his arm, making it impossible for you to reach it.

“Have you eaten anything yet?” he asked, making you pout and cross your arms.

“You literally just woke me up,” you reminded, making him frown.

“Go freshen up. We’re eating out,” John sternly said, putting the manuscript back in his bag.

“Why!? Can’t we just eat here?”

“When was the last time you were outside?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but your mind was drawing on a blank.

“…A few days ago…” you mumbled, your eyes avoiding him.

“Hm, go on now,” he ushered, pushing you back to your room.

“Ugh…” you groaned in annoyance as you prepared your clothes, knowing there was no way in talking out of the army doctor.

“Where are we going, anyway?” you asked, looking around the street as you followed John with a skip on your step, trying to keep up with his pace.

“Just a small restaurant,” he answered, looking back at you, noticing you getting nudged around.

He quickly ran up to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the forming crowd.

“Thanks…” you breathed out, making John chuckle.

“Sorry about that…” he wrapped his arm around yours, “Usually, I’m the one trying to keep up with Sherlock,”

“Speaking of, where is he?”

“He’s at Mycroft’s office, something about a case for the royal family?”

“Oh…” you dragged out, looking around the street as you kept close to him.

“And… we’re here!” he smiled, stopping in front of a humble and homey restaurant.

“Huh… I’ve never seen this before,”

“They just opened up,” you two walked inside and saw that it had a lot of people, but it wasn’t crowded.

You felt your stomach rumble as a delicious smell covered the air, making you gulp.

“Okay, I’ll admit… Thanks for dragging me out here…” you mumbled, making John smile proudly.

You sighed in content as you patted your stomach, feeling satisfied and full.

“Thanks for the meal,” you smiled over to John as you grabbed his arm.

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled back as you two walked out.

You furrowed your brows as you looked around, noticing that it wasn’t your way back home.

“Uh… John?”

“I just thought we would take a little stroll since you’ve been barely out of your house,”

“What about your draft?”

“You can read it later,” he reassured as you two walked along by a park.

“What about your deadline? Don’t you need to go back and work on it?”

“I’ll be fine,”

You furrowed your brows at him as something clicked in your head.

“Sherlock kicked you out of the flat, didn’t he?”

“He was playing the violin and smoking. It looked like the room was on fire…” he sighed, making you laugh.

“My condolences to you and Miss Hudson,” you chuckled, swinging your arms around as you walked along the park.

“I guess the two of us needed a break, huh?” you commented, making John smile.

“I guess so… Is there anywhere you want to go?”

You hummed as you tried to think of something to do, looking around.

You stopped dead in your tracks as SHERLOCK HOLMES  was written in giant letters in front of a theater.

“Let’s go there,” you smiled widely, pulling John lightly to the entrance.

“Oh, right! The play for A Study in Scarlet was showing today, ” he remembered, following along with you.

“Let’s watch it! And after, if Sherlock is still busy, let’s just go back home to my place, and I’ll read the draft,” you smiled, excitedly lining up for a ticket.

“Okay… You don’t have to read it so soon, you know? You need to take a break,”

“I slept, ate at an amazing restaurant, walked around a beautiful park, went to watch a play, and then read with a good friend. It seems like a perfect day to me,” you reassured, swinging back and forth on your feet.

John breathed out a chuckle as he patted the top of your head.

“If you say so,”

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Hidden Affection - Chapter Four

Sherlock x reader x Moriarty Synopsis: Sherlock’s and John’s lives are about to drastically change, when John’s younger sister he hasn’t seen in years, appears at their doorstep. After living with the two for a while, Sherlock grows fond of the younger, intelligent woman. He feels connected to her like he never did before with another human being. But will the attention of a certain criminal mastermind get in the way? Wordcount: 3.3k A/N: Hey guys, miss me? ;) I’m finally back with a new chapter! Please let me know if you liked it :) Masterlist  Chapter Three

The Circle Closes “So what did I miss?”, you questioned as we had stepped into a cab and took off. The three of you did – surprisingly – fit into the back of the cab. Nevertheless, being so close to Sherlock was somewhat unnerving. It was not that you were not comfortable around him, but he had become someone you admired and looked up to and you had never really been this close before. The words Jim had said back at the hospital came back to your mind. Sherlock and you didn’t see each other that way. It was true that you had a connection, but it was ridiculous to assume that it was anything more than platonic. You looked up to him as you would to a mentor or idol, you admired his intellect and mind and wanted to learn from him. Sure, you thought he was attractive, even though he didn’t fit the traditional definition yet there was something about him. Nevertheless, he didn’t affect you in that way, did he? “Nineteen eighty-nine, a young kid – champion swimmer – came up from Brighton for a school sports tournament, drowned in the pool. Tragic accident.”, Sherlock started, seemingly unfazed by the closeness. The tall man, sitting between you and your brother, showed you a picture on his phone. The screen showed an old newspaper article. “You wouldn’t remember it. Why would you?”, the Detective stated glancing at us briefly before returning to look out the window. “But you remember.” “Yes.” “So, there was something off about it, wasn’t there?”, you asked, having a feeling where this conversation was headed and it ran a shiver down your spine. Your life had changed drastically ever since you had decided to live with the two men. It was exciting and refreshing compared to your old life that had become dull and depressing. Yet being dragged into this world with Sherlock Holmes meant there was no going back. You were associated with him and therefore potentially in danger. And to say you were scared was an understatement. This world was filled with people who would surely not hesitate to hurt you and you didn’t know how to fight back yet. “Nobody thought so – nobody except me. I was only a kid myself. I read about it in the papers.” “So, this kid was the Carl Powers you mentioned earlier?”, you asked a little confused having missed a lot of what John and Sherlock must have discussed in the lab. “Yes, the boy had some kind of fit in the water, but by the time they got him out it was too late.”, Sherlock elaborated. “But there was something wrong; something I couldn’t get out of my head.”, he continued with a frown. “Always the mind of a Detective, I suppose.”, you stated with a faint smile. “What was it?”, John chimed in. “The shoes! The shoes left at the apartment! They were his, weren’t they?!”, you burst out with your eyes wide open. “Yes, I think so. Everything fits. The shoes weren’t there. I made a fuss; I tried to get the police interested, but nobody seemed to think it was important. He’d left all the rest of his clothes in his locker, but there was no sign of his shoes…”, your friend continued, picking up the bag containing the trainers, examining them absentmindedly. “…until now.” Sherlock pulled out the pink phone just to stare at it thoughtfully.

Leaning on the corner of the kitchen of 221b, you absentmindedly watched Sherlock who was now seated at the ‘dining table’. To be fair, it had probably never been used as such but more for Sherlock’s experiments. Having reached your destination, 221b, Sherlock had immediately moved to the kitchen, where he started studying old cut-out newspaper articles of Carl Power’s death that he had collected in the past. The bag with the trainers had also been placed on the kitchen table. You had stood there, watching Sherlock for a while trying to figure the case out by yourself but had drifted off after a while. Your thoughts were still occupied by the man from the hospital, Jim. His act had confused you immensely and goose bumps still formed on your arms when you thought back to the confrontation. He had managed to scare you just with the dark look in his eyes, just by the unnerving smiles that hadn’t reached his eyes. He was dangerous, you were sure, but still you couldn’t get him out of your head. You wouldn’t admit it, but he had something mysterious about him that drew you closer. You shivered as John, who had been pacing in the living room, raised his voice and ripped you out of your thoughts. “Can I help?”, he questioned with a frustrated sigh, but didn’t get an answer. “I want to help. There’s only five hours left.” Just in that moment his phone made a sound, informing us that he had gotten a text message. Your brother took the phone out of his trouser pocket before opening and reading it. “It’s your brother. He’s texting me now.”, he mentioned to Sherlock with a frown. “How does he know my number.” “Oh please, John, you can’t seriously believe Mycroft doesn’t have access to any information he wanted.”, you mocked, rolling your eyes at his naivety. Great, maybe you had actually agreed to live with not only one child but two. “Must be a root canal.”, Sherlock mumbled not looking up from his work. John put his phone back in his pocket and walked a few steps further into the kitchen. “Look, he did say ‘national importance’.”, John attempted at persuading Sherlock again. “Oh, come on, Sherlock, swallow your pride and help him out with this one.”, you joined in, being fed up by Sherlock’s childish behaviour. “How quaint.”, your roommate retorted snorting. “What is?”, the other one asked irritated. “You are. Queen and Country.” “Woah, Sherlock. We’re living in this country, too. It’s not about patriotism, this threatens every citizen including you, Mr.”, you voiced slightly annoyed by his stubbornness. Sherlock simply rolled his eyes before sighing dramatically. “You can’t just ignore it.”, your brother responded obviously out of being tired of finding new arguments that wouldn't sway Sherlock either way. “I’m not ignoring it. Putting my best people onto it right now.”, Sherlock elaborated, making you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. “Right. Good.”, your naïve brother stated, while folding his arms and nodding satisfied. “Who’s that?”

 It turned out working on a case alone with John was somewhat exciting but you felt a little insecure without Sherlock. He was usually the one to say what to do and what to look for. Yet the meeting with Mycroft the two of you were sent to turned out somewhat alright. Sherlock had been left behind to work on the bomber’s case so either way there was nothing the two of you could contribute. Sitting in a cab that would take you back to the flat, John suddenly raised his voice. The two of you had been lost in your own thoughts and had watched the other cars passing by through the windows of the cab. “So…Sherlock told me there was something else.”, he started hesitantly, turning in your direction at which you gave him a puzzled look. “The real reason why you came here.” “I…”, you trailed off with a frown, a little caught off guard. “He’s right. I wanted to tell you I just….I didn’t know how.” Looking at your feet ashamedly you opened your mouth as if to say something but nothing came out. “(Y/N)?”, John dug deeper with a worried expression. “You know you can tell me anything. What happened?” With a sigh you turned away for a second to look outside the window before gulping. You knew this conversation was going to happen sooner or later, but you were still afraid of his response. You couldn’t risk losing John right now, he was everything you had. “Harry…It’s Harry, John.”, you began timidly chewing on your thumbnail. “It all happened again…I just couldn’t stand it anymore.” “What?”, John asked perplexed before his confusion was replaced by anger. “How could you not tell me?! She’s also my sister!”“I’m so sorry, John. I just couldn’t do it anymore and I was too ashamed to tell you. I wanted to be strong, I really wanted to.”, you pleaded in a desperate tone before tears started flowing down your face.  John moved immediately to your side, taking your hands in his bigger ones. “Hey…Please don’t cry. What’s happened?”Smiling weakly, John brushed a tear softly from your cheek which made you smile in return. You dried your eyes with the back of your hand and took a deep breath. “S-She’s gotten worse after the divorce, I tried to help, but nothing I did would.”, you elaborated with a shaking voice. “She started drinking again and it all went down… She’s hit a new low, John.”“Shit. Is she being taken care of?”, he asked worriedly, followed by you nodding. “She is in rehab”, you said which made John sigh in relief. “I wanted to be strong for her, but I just couldn’t, it broke me seeing Harry like that. I had to get away, to start anew. I was not strong enough and it almost destroyed me, so I packed my things and came here. It took a toll on me, I just couldn’t stay there, I’m so sorry”“No need to apologize. I’ve been there too. There is only so much we can do, but we must take care of ourselves too. It’s hard not to break when someone close to you gets this destructive. It was the right decision to get some distance.”, he assured you pulling you into a hug.“I know, do you think it will get better?” “I do. But right now you need to focus on your own health, maybe when you’re better we could visit her. You’re stronger than you think and you have the chance to build a new life for yourself here, plus I will be there beside you. And Sherlock.”Despite the tears you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the man you had grown so fond of. “Thank you, John.”, you said softly, smiling at him appreciatively. “Everything for you, (Y/N).”

Entering the flat, you could hear excited shouting coming from the kitchen. Probably Sherlock who had found something. Exchanging a confused yet curious look with your brother, you sprinted into the kitchen where you encountered Mrs Hudson, who was on her way downstairs. Sherlock was now standing next to his microscope with a thrilled expression on his face. “Oh, so it was murder after all!”, you concluded with a chuckle at Sherlock’s state as John had reached the kitchen. “Oh yes, and a fascinating one at that.”, the dark-haired man exclaimed with a grin. “Clostridum Botulinum.” Some would be weirded out by his excitement but you had gotten so used to his inappropriate behaviour that you had started to be more amused than frustrated. “Remember the shoelaces?”, Sherlock inquired while moving to said objects that he had hung up on a clothing line. “Mhm.”, the smaller man next to you responded while you nodded instead. “The boy suffered from eczema. It’d be the easiest thing in the world to introduce the poison into his medication. Two hours later he comes up to London, the poison takes effect, paralyses the muscles and he drowns.” “What – how-how come the autopsy didn’t pick that up?” “The bacterium on itself is not so easily distinguishable from other bacteria stems that don’t produce botulinum-toxins, right Sherlock?”, you explained, having learned a few things in your toxicology classes. “Yes, that’s right, it’s virtually undetectable. Nobody would have been looking for it.”, the chemist affirmed, before walking around the desk to his laptop. He opened the forum of his website and started typing in what he had just found out. After a moment he stopped to point towards shoelaces which were still in their previous place, before turning back to his laptop. “But there were still tiny traces of it left inside the trainers from where he put the cream on his feet.”, he elaborated before stepping away from the desk. “That’s why they had to go.”, Sherlock concluded. “So how do we let the bomber know?” “Get his attention…”, the tall man said looking at his watch anxiously, as if expecting something to happen. And you knew what that would be. The bomber would call again to leave yet another case to be solved while a human life was at stake. “…Stop the clock.” “The killer kept the shoes all these years.” “Yes.”, the Detective confirmed, looking between the two of us expectantly. “Meaning…” “…The shoes have a meaning to him. This is not just some case, the bomber has an emotional connection to it…”, you carried on before John finished the sentence. “…He’s our bomber.” Before you could process what that meant, the pink phone on the small table rang ominously indicating that it was time for another piece of the puzzle. While John and you exchanged worried looks, your other roommate hurried over to the table and picked the phone up before answering it. “Well done, you. Come and get me.”, a sobbing woman voiced. “Where are you? Tell us where you are?”

The next morning, the three of you had been ordered to meet Lestrade at New Scotland Yard. Sherlock was now silently standing at the window of Lestrade’s office that was facing the main office. If the anxious tapping of his fingers and the silence were anything to go by, Sherlock was sure that it wasn’t over yet. John and Lestrade were seated at the latter’s desk, while you were leaning against a wall so you could see all three men. “She lives in Cornwall.”, Lestrade broke the silence, making Sherlock turn around and walk towards the three of you. “Two men broke in wearing masks, forced her to drive to the car park and decked her out in enough explosives to take down a house.” “Told her to phone you. She had to read out from this pager.”, he continued as he put said pager on the desk for everyone to look at. John picked it up cautiously before beginning to examine it. “And if she deviated by one word, the sniper would set her off.”, the dark-haired man exclaimed thoughtfully, speaking for the first time. You gulped. How could someone care so little about a human life to play with it so casually? This man was a predator. A full-blown psychopath. “Or if you hadn’t solved the case.”, John spoke. “It’s like he understands what drives you and uses that to manipulate you into playing his game.”, you mumbled thoughtfully. Meanwhile, Sherlock moved back to his place in front of the window. “Oh. Elegant.” “’Elegant’?”, John repeated in disbelief before sighing out of aggravation. “But what was the point? Why would anyone do this?”, Lestrade asked clueless. “Oh – I can’t be the only person in the world that gets bored.” “Wow. I honestly can’t think of a reason why people would confuse you with a psychopath…”, you retorted dryly. But not without receiving an unamused glare from Sherlock. In that exact moment the pink phone beeped. Sherlock unlocked the phone while John and you shared worried glances before turning in his direction. “You have one new message.”, the phone’s artificial voice announced. Sherlock walked towards the three of you who listened closely for the message that would follow. Three short and one long pip rang in the silence, this time one less than before. “Four Pips.”, your brother stated. “First test passed, it would seem. Here’s the second.”, Sherlock concluded, as the rest of you watched expectantly. “Another picture?”, you chimed in stepping closer. Sherlock turned the phone in your direction, so the three of you could view it as well. It wasn’t a photograph of a room this time but that of a car. The car’s doors were wide open and the frontal number plate was visible. Just as Lestrade and John had moved closer to inspect the picture further, a phone in the main office rang. “It’s abandoned, wouldn’t you say?”, the black-haired man asked for confirmation. “I’ll see if it’s been reported.”, the Detective Inspector replied before picking up his land-line phone. Before he could answer the phone, Sergeant Donovan, the obnoxious woman from last time entered the room holding a phone. You had immediately disliked her as soon as you saw how she had looked at Sherlock and it had filled you with anger. Sure, he wasn’t the easiest person to be around and tended to be very insensitive at times, but the people treating him like that simply worsened the situation. He was never going to stop being arrogant or much less respect them like that. They didn’t see what was underneath that façade and you couldn’t imagine just how hard being in school must’ve been for him. “Freak, it’s for you.”, she spat in Sherlock’s direction, but didn’t get a response from Sherlock. Instead, the man walked to her taking the phone before answering it. “Hello?”, you could hear Sherlock speak into the phone. While he walked past Donovan into the general office, you managed to throw her a dirty look which she returned. You followed him but stopped at the door frame giving him room to concentrate while on the phone with who was presumably the bomber, but close enough to listen to the conversation. At least the part of what the Consulting Detective said. “Hello?” “Who is this? Is this you again?” Sherlock’s expression turned dead-serious, resulting in a change of attitude in you as well. You crossed your arms protectively and a shudder ran down your spine. Where was this going to lead to? The bomber was always way ahead of you and everything was planned meticulously. He was a professional. Sure, Sherlock was brilliant and the best at what he was doing, but was this enough to stop him? This man was something else, a puppeteer that had made you his puppets. You turned around looking at John who was still seated at the desk but whose posture was now tenser than before. Noticing your gaze, your brother got up walking towards you and only now did you notice his concern. “I have a bad feeling about this.”, you whispered, trying to conceal the fear in your voice as John came to a halt next to you. “Everything will be alright, you’ll see.”, John replied with a softer undertone. “This is only your first case with Sherlock and I’ve been around for a while longer. Don’t doubt him.” “I don’t, it’s just…the truth is I’m a little afraid, John. This is serious.”, you added a little ashamed about the confession. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Neither would Sherlock.” Just one look at the Consulting Detective made you pick up courage again. They would protect you and you would return the favour. If not for yourself, you had to be brave for them and would do anything to prove your worth. Sherlock had already exclaimed his high hopes for you and you were not going to let him down. “You know, it’s not only fear that I feel, I enjoy it.”, you added absentmindedly. “Being on a case with Sherlock is thrilling. I haven’t felt this alive in a while.” “I know what you mean.” You had always suspected that John was chasing the thrill, maybe that had even been a reason why he joined the army. He despised the mundane and meaningless just as much as you did, which was probably why the two of you enjoyed living with Sherlock so much. Lestrade’s voice ripped you out of your thoughts as he moved past you towards Sherlock. “We’ve found it.”, he confirmed looking between the two of you and Sherlock. “Let’s go, then. We have eight hours.”, Sherlock proclaimed in a confident tone. As your eyes met you received one of his rare smiles that you had learned to cherish, before he turned back around heading for the exit. To be continued... Tags:

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Chapter 3

Chapter 4 here

So sorry for not uploading earlier! I had a lot of things going on in my life and I wasn't in the mood to write and when I was in the mood all I wrote was just trash D: But anyways here is the next chapter! btw the coloured texts indicate that those are the readers notes/cards

“You’re awfully quiet today. Is something bothering you?” William  passes back your plate after chopping up the steak into small bite sized pieces. “Maybe it’s because I literally can’t?” You remind him.

“True.” Albert places his fork back on the table. “But you tend to exceed your limits in order to convey your thoughts. “What happened?"

You finish your meal instantly and wipe your mouth with a napkin. It’s been almost three weeks since you moved in here and things were going splendidly.  Two entire libraries were at your disposal along with William, who taught you mathematics and science whenever he was free. Albert too doubled as a maths teacher since he showed you ways to handle paperwork, how to levy taxes on the estate's citizens and how to even calculate your own taxes. Louis did an excellent job teaching you etiquette for all forms of formal functions. But what’s the point of learning that if you never have the opportunity to use them? It started to get boring, seeing the same faces over and over again. But oh God you do not have a single bit of courage to tell these men that. They have been nothing but kind to you ever since they took you in and you feel a pang of guilt for even thinking of saying it’s getting boring.

 Louis cuts off your train of thought. “It’s alright y/n. If you never open up, how will we solve the problem? We are family now, so do not fret. We shall try to keep an open mind.”

You nod to his advice and pick up your pen to write. Albert and William are relieved (and maybe a little jealous) that you have already established a bond with Louis. They pestered you continuously and yet you only answered him.

It makes sense why though. Both of you know well what it feels like to have a disease that dictates the entire course of your life. You see some parts of you in him and he sees some parts of him in you.

‘It’s getting boring here. I want a friend.’

“Are we not your friends?” William replies.

‘I was thinking of someone closer to my age.’ 

Both Louis and Albert look at William with a smile, taken aback by your remark.

Two nights ago

“Y/n needs to spend more time with girls her age, or any women so to speak.” William argues. “She is a growing child and needs to socialise. It’s a normal want for any human really.”

“I know, I know.” Albert agrees hastily. “It’s just that-” He sighs and rubs his palm over his face. Louis takes this as his sign to  continue his elder brother's sentence. “How are we going to find a long term friend for her without interfering with our plans dear brother? No noble would allow their child to play with her since she’s adopted.”

“And no commoner would even come near her because she isn’t ‘One of them.’ ” Albert finishes. William understands their reluctance very much. “I understand your worries and I’ve come up with a temporary solution. Why not let Y/n play with Helena?” He proposes. “The daughter of the department store owner?” Albert sits on top of the table while Louis sits down on the couch.

“Yes I think she’ll work for now.” Albert calms down a little. “It’s good you came up with a solution brother. Although Fred is closer to her age, even he cannot handle her bursts of energy.” Louis smiles 

William turns towards him. “You introduced them to each other?” Albert too joins Louis on the couch and leans onto his back “Yes, We both did in fact, but although he wasn’t wary of her he never spoke a word! He only kept nodding his head for a yes or no. Even Y/n who doesn’t talk found it weird.”

“Was he shy? Why would he be?” Louis is confused while  Albert chuckles. “No, no It’s for a different reason.’’  

Present

Guess that planning paid off. William was able to exactly predict your need which surprised both of them. A child is very unpredictable in nature and all three of them were inexperienced in taking care of one. Although this is nothing compared to plans usually William creates, it still deserves a round of applause. Louis made a note to make William favourite dessert for tomorrow night as thank you for this.

“We were actually planning on telling this later but we were going to take up to a friend's home.” Louis reassures. “They have a child who's your age.”

“Oh really? I'm glad.” You sigh.

 The men awkwardly chuckle, ending lunch.

 And with that, evening arrived quickly, so Louis and moneypenny accompanied you to her home.“How do you feel?” She asks you while you look outside the carriage.   

‘A little nervous.’

“That's alright. I'm sure you'll like her and she'll reciprocate it too.” Louis gently strokes your hair and reminds you “Like I said, she can perceive sounds in the form of colours due to her colour synesthesia, and she seems to be insecure about it too. You may use this as an opening for a conversation but make sure not to offend her.” Naturally you nod to his advice.

What kind of person is she? From Williams perspective she seems to be a ‘unique’ and ‘intelligent’ individual but those descriptions seem to be vague. But one thing is obvious. She is just like you, a child who lost her parents. Maybe it would be a topic you could talk about if you grow close. 

At last you arrived there.  Both adults help you get off the carriage. You approach the two people in front of you and the father comes close to you.

“Good afternoon miss Y/n.” Normally in high society, miss and mister are only used with people who are close like friends are. Although this doesn't apply to them since they are of a normal background, Louis noticed this minute detail, a desperate indicator that he wanted Y/n and his daughter to interlink. You however payed no heed to this and simply offered a handshake with a smile. You looked next to him and saw Helena.

“Hello, I'm Helena Curtis. Nice to meet you. What's your name?”

‘Y/n’ you show her your card.

‘I heard that you can see people's personalities in the form of colors. Can you tell me what color I am?’

“Hmm…” She looked at you sharply. “I would be able to tell more clearly if you talked…”

“Helena!” Her father looked at her with wide eyes. You patted his forearm to signal its alright. It's nothing to take offence about. She just wants to hear your voice.

“How about now?” Your voice came out much raspier than expected.

“Oh….OH…” she looked at you with wonder. You cleared your throat and apologized. “I'm sorry about that. It happens when I go long periods of time without talking.”

“No not that. You. You are a balance.” She answers

‘A balance?’ You frown. That's a neutral reply.

“Yes a balance, like the Chinese concept of yin and yang.  Both your positive and negative traits cancel out, making you a perfect shade of gray.. or maybe nothing. I would go as far as saying you're… the perfect human being.” 

‘Nobody's perfect.’ 

“And yet you are.” She finally smiles back. “Come inside. I want to show you something.”  Helena runs off inside and you try to catch up to her. 

“It looks like they’ll get along well. I’ll come to pick her up at sundown. Farewell Mr Curtis” Louis tips off his hat.

“Farewell.”

“And then we both realised it was pointless and went back to play with the ships.” You took a deep breath after your summary. All Louis asked was if you had fun there.

Look like both of you hit off. A good portion of his worries has been lifted off from his body.

“That sounds lovely Y/n. Now get ready for dinner.”

‘What about both of your brothers? I didn’t even see them when I arrived back. Where are they?’

“Oh they went out for some work related stuff. You shall meet them at dinner.” Strange. Overtime such as this  is understandable for a military officer but not a university professor. You wanted to ask more so you started writing rapidly, to ask further questions and while Louis was reading your card, a blond man with a blindfold barged in making both of you scramble in shock.

“Hey did you see William’s cane? I swear I put it somewhere over here.” He looks around. 

“You can see through the blindfold?!?” 

He sheepishly replies “yes and no.”

“How many fingers am I holding?” You hold 4 fingers.

“Negative 3.5.” He looks around hastily. “The point is, where is his cane? I put it right here.” He shows us a side of the drawer facing the wall. 

“Maybe it is there.” He patiently inserts his fingers between the gap of the drawer and the wall to miraculously pull out the missing cane. “Ah there it is! I’ve been looking for it for such a long time!” He snatches it from Louis, who in return only frowns. You on the other hand roll your eyes and write a note, showing Louis to tell him. Herder instantly recognises the pen you’re using by the sound of its scratches.

“You’re using the pen that I made.” his expression goes blank.

‘You made this?’

“Yea!” He lights up. “I didn’t quite understand why William wanted me to make a pen but he told me it was for a person who writes a lot, which honestly wasn’t a satisfactory explanation. How is it?” You look at him in the face and the man seems to be expecting approval. It’s honestly kind of endearing. Such a genius like him wanting the approval of a child so desperately. And of course you lie.

“It’s…okay I guess?” Herder’s expression drops. “W-What do you mean it’s just okay?! I personally sat down, chose the materials to make that! It took me 10 hours to make a single pen!” He screams. Louis seems very displeased by his attitude hence he strikes him at the back of his head.

“OW OW! Sorry!” He backs away. Maybe you shouldn't be here for long. “W-Wait child I have something to show you.” He pulls out an object that seems to be a pen and hands it towards you. When you open its cap, you notice the tip of the object has a pencil-like barrel but there is a small ball at its very tip. “Go on. Write with it”

With his permission you begin to write with that pen on your card. The pen glided smoothly on the paper. Its ink was unlike any of the inks you have used before, forcing you to write faster.

‘This pen is amazing! What do you call it?’

Herder finally seemed satisfied. “Thank you! I plan on giving it a simple name. Since it has a tiny ball at its tip, why not call it a ball pen?” 

‘That’s a great idea! From the looks of it you seem to be some sort of engineer. Do you have any other inventions?’

“Oh yes I do, Come with me.” He grabs hold of your hand. “My lab is just nearby if you wa-” “That’s enough Herder. She’s only a child.” Louis interjects. “But, Bu-” “No buts, no ifs, nothing! If you have any safer invention already present inside the house, you may show it to her.” You can almost see his face droop to disappointment. Louis cuts the tension. “It’s almost dinner time, we should head out now. Mr Q, would you be joining us? I’ve prepared extra food just in case for moments like these.”

“No thanks Louis.” He declines. “However I really enjoyed seeing a new face, even though I actually can’t see you.” His voice trailed off after that. “Well anyway goodnight!” And with that he finally left the room. For some reason you think this encounter is comical and will serve you a greater purpose in the future. But that aside, it’s dinner time! You ran towards the dining room even though Louis was warning you not to and plopped yourself onto the chair, eagerly awaiting dinner.

A few minutes go by but you didn’t care much about it. Rather, you were wondering what the dinner will be. But those few minutes turned into half an hour making you rather worried. Although Louis was just behind you, he took another route since he wanted to inspect the food and serve it himself. 

Your patience ran thin. Naturally you got irritated and left your seat. Where is everyone?! Using your ears you were able to find a mix of voices from the entrance of the manor. This mix contained the voice of Albert, William, Louis, Moran, James, Fred and of some random lady. Considering the volume it seems that they were yelling or atleast one of them was.

Out of curiosity, you hid behind the main door and saw all the men gathered around the lady just near the gates. Moreover Moran and James were holding the ladys arms!

Albert flat out tells her. “I’m sorry mam but we can’t let you see her no matter how big the reason is.”The lady seems to not like his response considering the fact that she started to get even more aggressive. “We cannot allow you to meet her however if you want we can convey a message to her” James proposes this idea in the hopes of calming her down.

“I have no intention of seeing her. That girl is a monster!” She booms her voice.

Wait a minute. You knew that voice, She wasn't a stranger, she-

James chuckles.“Mam I would highly disagree on that part. Y/n is a sweet young girl who just wants to-”

“I AM HER MOTHER!”

Everyone looks at the woman in shock

“I AM…her mother.” Her voice faints down. “Trust me…that girl is a MONSTER.”

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Moriarty the patriot x sick!child!reader (platonic)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 link

Everything happened so quickly. One moment your parents got arrested by the military for smuggling drugs in one of their hotels, another moment the Moriarty household took custody of you. Looking at the window, you plan and replan on how your first meeting with them will be. You hear a faint voice saying something in the lines of "______ alright?" So you immediately turn your head to hear what the voice said.

"Is everything alright?" William repeats.

'Yes everything is alright.' You hastily write.

He gently smiles and holds both your hands. "I know it must be overwhelming for you and it's the same for us but don't you worry, we're going to take good care of you." You smile at his statement, finding comfort in it.

Silence continues for some time. In a few minutes, both of you reach the Moriarty mansion. It is fairly large in size and looks luxurious even with its simple structure. William gets out of the carriage first so he can help you out.

As you hold onto his hand and step out of the carriage, you are greeted by a man who looks similar to William. He has a huge scar mark on his cheek parallel to his jaw.

"Good afternoon brother." The man replies. "Good afternoon to you too Louis." William replies back. "Y/n this is my younger brother Louis." Louis looks at you. "A pleasure to meet you." In order to give a quick reply, you smile back.

"Now." William fixes his hat. "I have to go to Durham for that lecture."

"You're leaving?" How can he leave you like this! How can he leave you alone? Sure you have Louis but you literally just met him.

William understands your fear and tries to quell it. "Don't worry love Louis is a person I trust my soul with. I'll come back before you even notice I'm gone." "No, don't leave me!" You hold him back with your full strength which of course doesn't work. He breaks out of your grasp easily. Seeing that he is unable to persuade you, he gives you a small peck on your forehead catching you off guard. Immediately he flees while waving goodbye.

After 50 shades of denial you finally accept defeat. Louis sees an opportunity to talk with you, so he speaks. "Well since you're going to be staying here for sometime may I show you the way around the manor?" You quickly grab onto his hand before you overthink it.

As you enter the manor, you notice a man standing at a distance and you quickly conclude that he is the butler of this household. Louis takes you to him. “Y/n this is our butler Mr Jack Reinfield.” “A pleasure to meet you Ms Quinn.”

‘Please do not refer to me by my last name. It gives me unpleasant memories.’ Jack’s expression changes into a worried one. “Then is it alright if I refer to you as Young mistress instead?” You nod a yes to his question and he smiles. “I do not wish to be a hindrance in your tour so I shall take my leave. Have a wonderful afternoon.”

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Louis has now brought you to a living room where you see a blonde man with blue eyes sipping tea while another man beside him is drinking something from a glass bottle

"Mr Moron at least try to quit your habit of drinking in broad daylight. We have a guest here." Louis mispronounced his name on purpose as Moron to emphasise his anger towards Moran and to catch his attention even in his drunken state. Poor you, having no idea, actually thinks his name is Moron. “Moron?! Who names their child that?”

The blonde man spits his tea and starts to crack up. Even Louis turns his head to the side and giggles at your misunderstanding. “The names Moran. Pronounced Mo-run.” He patiently explains with a poker face, blinking rapidly due to his drunkenness. Realisation dawns upon you that you just called a man a moron.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t—-” You start to cough up badly. It seems you've crossed your limit for talking. Your head starts to feel hollow, vision starts to get blurry and your lungs and throat burn.

Both adults rush towards you. Louis picks you up and gently knocks on your chest and top of your head, hoping it would calm you down. Moran looks around, trying to find something that will help in the moment of panic. “Drink this.” He hands you a bottle of alcohol. “Moran, she is a child! Maybe you really are a Moron. Here sweetie drink this instead.” The blonde man hands you his cup of tea. You yank the cup and gulp down the tea. After some time, the coughing stops. You drop your head onto Louis’s chest and you breathe heavily for some time.

Later after that small recovery, you write ‘Thank you’ to the blonde man and ‘Sorry’ to Moran. “Don’t worry too much about it, I get that from kids a lot.” He shrugs.

“Y/n you already know Moran.” Louis clears his throat. “This is Mr James Bonde.” James smiles at you.

He has this sort of beauty to him, which is too much not to go unnoticed. His blue eyes remind you of an ever flowing river while his blonde hair makes you think about a paddy field. You could not resist your urge to comment on it.

‘You look so pretty Mr Bonde!’

Bonde squints and looks at your card. “ Aww thank you sweetie.”

Moran pushes James face to the side. “Hey! What about me?”

‘You look normal I guess.’ You show it with the same poker face he had. “Excuse you but many women have fallen in love with me just cus of my face and you’re saying my face looks just okay?” He points at you while stumbling a bit. Perhaps he too has reached his limit, looking at the fact that he is fighting with a child. “Alright Moran, you've drunk too much beer. Let’s get you to bed.” James leads Moran to his room.

“While they both do that, let me introduce you to Albert. He is our oldest brother and the head of this household.” Louis puts you down to the ground. It’s a little nerve wrecking, since you are going to meet the man who put your step parents in jail. But then again, in a sense he did you a favour.

In a few minutes, both of you stand in front of two huge doors. You take a deep breath in as he opens one of the doors, and step inside. There you see a brown haired man with green eyes.

The man looks at you and smiles “Ah you’re the child.” He gets up from his desk and walks towards you. He then crouches a little and stares at you, for quite some time. You can hear the ticking of the clock and you mentally note he has been staring at you for twenty one seconds.

When you finally pick a topic to write about, he pinches your cheeks, rubbing his fingers onto them. Why is he doing this, you don’t know and you’re too scared to ask him, so you remain as still as stone. His touch does feel pleasant but this is getting wayy too awkward so you sign Louis with your eyes for help.

“Brother you are annoying her.” Louis states. Albert immediately jolts back his hand and straightens his posture. “Sorry. That behaviour was quite unlike me.” He furrows his brows, smiling at the same time.”My name is Albert james Moriarty” You curtsy at his introduction and he bows a little. “Come sit.” He pushes a chair next to his inviting you to sit.

Albert continues to do his work while Louis helps him. And you honestly don’t understand a single word they are saying so you resort to daydreaming for entertainment. About half an hour later even daydreaming gets boring and your start to yawn. “Tired aren’t you?” Albert softly sighs. He looks at Louis. “Don’t worry this is boring for me too.” He leans back on his chair and orders “Louis can you bring the young lady some dessert?” You smile widely when he says that.

Louis runs to the kitchen and bring you a freshly made crepe in almost no time. Of course, you devour it in almost no time. Albert smiles at you, pleasantly surprised that his tactic on feeding you with food worked. But since you ate the food so quickly, some parts of it were splattered on your face.

“You have something on your face Y/n” Albert wipes the food on your face with his hand. He tries to find a handkerchief to wipe it with but you yank his hand to your side and proceed to lick it.

Louis freezes after seeing this. “OH GREAT HEAVENS WHAT ARE YOU DOING Y/N?!”

You look at him for a moment. Then you commence to chew Alberts finger to see how he would react to that. Louis’s head explodes. Albert tries to calm him down, explaining the fact that you were just a child. Louis tries to pull out Albert’s finger from your mouth which results in Albert yelling in pain for his brother to stop, as he felt his finger being torn apart by your teeth. Little did you three know, this entire scene was being spectated by William who just came home.

Naturally, he tries to control his laughter but miserably fails. Now all three of you are looking at him, frozen on the spot. When you three try to explain what was going on, He looses it and starts to roll on the floor (well technically just kneel down and laugh out loud).

Later after calming down, he says “It’s nice to see all three of you getting along like this. Oh Y/n I also got you something.” He takes out a stack of flashcards that seems as if they were cut individually from normal paper since they lacked uniformity in size.

He also handed you two gorgeous fountain pens. One had beautiful carvings with colourful enamel and the other had a silver base with a wooden top body. It’s also nice to see that both of them fit perfectly into your hands.

“I didn’t know what your taste was so I prepared both simple and intricate designs alike.” He replies. “Also the wood used to make the pen was extracted from the bookshelves of the library from the Quinn household.”

So that’s why they looked so similar to you.

“Think of this gift as a welcome gift since you’ve joined the family. I don’t want you to be scared of us or be ashamed that your previous family are criminals, alright? Be comfortable around us, don’t be afraid to tell us your worries and definitely do not be afraid to ask for help. Please treat us as if we are your actual family.” He pats your head.

You nod, smiling at the three brothers. “It’s dinner time now!” James barges into the room startling everyone. “Oh I’m sorry did I interrupt you? I just wanted to ask if dinner was ready.” He explains.

“In fact, yes, I already prepared before I met y/n. Let’s head into the dining room” Everyone walks with Louis towards the dining room.

Huh.

Fitting in with them wasn’t as surprisingly hard as you thought it would be. All the worry in you disappears as you see everyone chatting casually while entering the dining room.

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Moriarty the patriot x Sick!Child!reader. Chapter 1 (Platonic)

Chapter 2 here

The MI6 could only gather little information about them since they were new to the circle of rich aristocrats.

The Quinn family owned luxurious hotels whose popularity and income just went above the roof, which is surprising since they’ve only been in the industry for a few years. Due to this, they were suspected of smuggling drugs across countries. Only problem was that the military had no evidence. Albert was instructed to check the family out, but since he had to do some preparations on ‘The final problem’ William decided to go instead.

As the carriage stopped, William turned towards the window and saw a large mansion. It had british architecture and was lavishly decorated in the family’s signature colour purple.

 He was greeted by the master and mistress of the family as he exited the carriage. “Welcome Mr Moriarty it’s finally good to meet you.” Richard Quinn says this as he shakes William’s hand a little too vigorously. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too Mr Quinn.” He replies. “Please come in. We have prepared some special Darjeeling tea just for you.” Elisabeth Quinn motions him towards the garden of the estate. After that all three engage in small talk to which William could only pretend to like. Eventually, a topic peaked his interest. “Yes,yes our daughter too has the same habit.”

“Daughter? You both have a daughter?” William sips tea from his cup. “Yes,we just adopted her a few days ago.” She slices her cake with more force than needed creating an unpleasant cling sound. “She is still adapting to her surroundings so we didn’t bring her here.” she continues. William too was once an adopted kid and yes, it does take time to adapt but he started to get a bit suspicious of them.

"Is it possible for me to meet her personally?"

The couple both look at each other after William says this. “Sure. Let me lead you to her.” Richard gets up from his chair and so does William. While walking, Mr Quinn says “Our daughter has a medical condition due to which she cannot talk much, so please don’t force her to talk.” he nodded and kept this point in mind. A mute child is perfect if the parents want to keep a secret from society.

After a few minutes of walking they both enter a grand library.The shelves were made from a wood of dark colour possibly walnut or teak. All the books there were binded by some sort of luxurious leather. After going in a little deeper William sees a small girl sitting on the table copying something from a book. Richard whispers “I’ll introduce you to her and then leave you alone.”

William nods again and both of them come up to you. “Y/n?” Mr Quinn taps on the table. You immediately stop writing and look at both of them. “This is our guest Mr William James Moriarty.” He points at William. “I’m going to leave both of you alone now.”

After Mr Quinn leaves William sits next to you. “Like your father said, My name is William. What’s yours?” He felt a bit guilty making you talk in your condition but for the sake of the mission some things need to be done.

You take a bunch of flash cards connected to a flash card ring. You flip to a page with you name on it and show it to him. Clever. “Y/n. What a lovely name. How are you adjusting to your new life?” He  turns slightly towards you. You immediately flip to an empty card and write ‘It’s going alright.’

He notices this was not a direct reply to his question. Either you don’t have much to say or you were threatened by your parents. Though he does try to eliminate the second option since you are wearing a luxurious dress. Nevertheless he still doubts.

“I see.” He leans onto the table.

“Are you happy with your new life?” He enquires. You write ‘Yes I’m quite content with my life.’ He smiles and then looks at what you were reading. “On the Origin of species…” he reads the title out loud. He also looks at the notes you were writing and sees the key points of the book written neatly.

“You should explore other parts of science as well. Why don’t we try to find  other books on physics and chemistry here?” He gets up and extends his arm. In reply, you hold his hand.

“Can you take me to the science section?” You nod to his question and take him there

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“Yes, yes, maybe…no.” William picks a few books and takes them in and out of the shelf. All the books he thought were suitable to read were given to you to hold. “That’s about it.” he turns towards you. “Let’s go back and sit down.” He takes the books from you and carries them.

“Thank you.” This is the first time you spoke to him. He didn’t know what you were thanking for, maybe for holding the books, maybe for helping you select books or maybe for something else. But more importantly he was taken aback by your voice. Your voice did crack a bit due to your lack of talking, but in his ears they were melodious; like  crunchy sweet.

Suddenly the clock chimes, an indication that it is now evening. “Oh my, time went by fast. It seems it’s time for me to go now.” he replies. He kept the books on a small wooden chair but when he was about to leave you grab onto his sleeve. He could see you mouthing ‘Don’t leave’.

“Why?” he questions. You slowly take back your hand from his sleeve and mouth him ‘Sorry’. William kneels down to your level, expecting you to say a reason for your action.

‘The first person to not make fun of me is you.’ he frowns as he looks at your card. “What about your parents?” he inquired. ‘Well they aren’t mean to me but that doesn’t mean that they are kind.’ you’re hesitant to show this card and he can tell.

He tries to calm you down by patting your head and to some extent, it works. “Don’t worry,” he reassured. “I’ll take care of this.”   “But how?” You questioned back. “That…” He gets up and looks at you. “Is my problem. You just relax” He tilts his head as a sign of respect and leaves the room, leaving you a bit confused and dumbfounded.