#moriarty the patriot albert

[fairy-writes]

Hello! For the event, what do you think about Albert (Moriarty the Patriot) and the 9th action prompt? 👀

9) Showing up to surprise their lover when they’re in a long-distance relationship

ONE GOOD SURPRISE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Albert James Moriarty x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: 9) Showing up to surprise their lover when they’re in a long-distance relationship (Action Prompt #9)

Notes: The mentioned war in this is fictional. I don’t know exactly when MTP occurs, so I’m making this up.

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It was safe to say you were miserable.

William could tell. 

Fred could tell. 

Hell, even Moran could tell. 

The only person who couldn’t tell was the only one who wasn’t there. 

Of course, you had letters. You exchanged them as frequently as the mail system would allow. Still, you didn't get many with Albert overseas managing soldiers in the East. You kept said letters in a box by your bedside, reading them by candlelight when missing your husband got particularly bad. 

Seven months, three weeks, and seventeen days since he had been gone with no end in sight. 

You sigh for the umpteenth time that day, and Moran throws down his cards in frustration.

“If you’re not gonna play, then don’t play! I don’t want to play with you while you’re mopey and depressed!” He snaps, and you glare in his direction. He flinches at the frosty look and holds up his hands with a “geez, sorry.” 

Eventually, you leave Moran alone, and he bugs Fred into playing a round of poker with him and Jack. 

William finds you out in the gardens of the Moriarty estate. 

He sits beside you without a word as you read through Albert’s latest letter. It had been delivered earlier that week. It contained the usual: whatever updates he could give you, responses to your letters, how much he missed and loved you, and asked the occasional odd question when he detailed what he had been doing since his last letter. 

“I’m being insufferable, aren’t I?” You ask your younger brother-in-law, who simply hums as he watches a light breeze sway the flowers Fred worked so hard for. 

“I don’t believe you’re being insufferable. A little tiresome to deal with, maybe, but everyone understands why so they don’t mind.” He says, and you look up from the letter,

“Except for Moran. I think he’s about ready to wring my neck.” William huffs out a laugh at that. 

“Except for maybe Moran.” He agrees. 

The two of you sit in silence for a minute. But it isn’t an uncomfortable silence. Instead, it’s warm and welcoming. It was something you sorely missed from Albert. 

And something you likely wouldn’t have for a while. 

“I’m afraid I must get back to my duties. With Albert gone, his responsibilities as a Lord have fallen to me.” William says and stands. He offers you a smile that has something concealed behind it. 

What was he hiding?

You narrow your eyes, but he says nothing more, instead leaving you to your own devices as you trace the letters in Albert’s note with your thumb. 

“They’re rather beautiful, aren’t they?” Comes a familiar voice, and your heart stops. You stand shakily, turning around to see your husband standing at the entrance to the gardens. He hadn’t even changed from his uniform, his medals decorating his breast and glinting in the sunlight. His hair was mussed and tousled from the wind, and running his hand through it. You swear you could see soot from gunfire staining his cheek. He looks tired as if he had come from the docks directly here. 

He likely had.

You set the papers down inside the box of letters you had been carrying with you, all the while looking at Albert. He sets down his hat and opens his arms, and the floodgates burst open. 

You crash into your husband and knock him to the ground in a bear hug. Your arms go around his neck, and you’re kissing him desperately. He cradles your cheeks, and you can almost taste the tears streaking someone’s cheeks. Whether they’re his or yours, you can’t tell.

But that doesn’t matter. 

Seven months, three weeks, and seventeen days later, he was finally home. 

[goldenlotus-arts]

Don't be afraid

[ryuusea]

sherliam always full of surprises….

based on text post

[rifulofthewest]

They really did. They really did.

(not in a ship way; brotherly way)

[vlx3n]

[afera-bh]

More moriarty the patriot fanarts hihi

(01-2024)

I remember that this particular art required a lot of work from me, especially since it was one of my first attempts at drawing a background/environment. Even though I would improve some things now, it is still one of my fav works.

[vodkabutgay]

[Time skip Moriarty Gang]

Albert: Sherlock's eyes are blue right?

William: They’re sapphire! With hints of deep blue and silver when the light hits just right.

Louis: And when was the last time he smiled?

William: This morning. 10:38 am when I offered him tea!

Sebastian: Right...and when is my birthday?

William:

Sebastian: When is my birthday Will?

[vvyvernicus]

I just started watching Moriarty the Patriot. It has such a wholesome premise. It's about a noble boy who invites two orphan commoner boys into his family. Then they do community services together like cleaning up the trash around London.

[ultopias]

oh no

[dailymoriarty]

“As accomplices. As comrades. And as family. This is how we’re going to live.”

[joanquill]

How I Got Sent to Another World

Modern woman gets sent to another world, specifically the world of Moriarty the Patriot. You know the drill ¯\_(��)_/¯.

A/N: Sorry again for the random updates, some things happened (and still happening :')) so I cannot give a specific time or date when the next update will be or when my schedule will be fixed, sorry again for the inconvenience :') Also, the reader is fluent in English (specifically American English, if that makes sense ^^")

Tag/s: Fem!Modern!Asian!Reader

You pulled your hood down as you walked through the crowd, looking around the street aimlessly as you tried to make heads or tails with where you were.

"Watch it!" a horse suddenly appeared in front of you, pushing you back to the ground as it neighed in shock, surprising the other horse beside it as the coachman tried to keep them in line.

You groaned in pain as you sat up, seeing you were mere inches from the road as the crowd looked at you confused.

"Are you all right, dear?" an old lady asked as she knelt beside you, trying to meet your gaze with her hand out to you.

You hesitantly reached for her hand, unknowingly making your hood fall to your shoulders.

"Oh, my...!" she gasped as she saw your face, the crowd following suit.

You quickly hid under your hood again and stood up, hanging your head low.

"E-Excuse me...!" you blurted as you tried to snake your way out of the crowd, avoiding the attention as people started to gossip amongst themselves.

You found your way into an abandoned alleyway and hid in the shadows.

You sighed in relief as you fell to your feet, watching the crowded streets from afar.

'How did this even happen...?!'

"So hungry..." you groaned as you massaged the back of your neck, switching between your feet to stop them from aching for a second longer.

'Keep it together...' you encouraged yourself, a migraine slowly spreading across your whole head, almost making you lose your balance.

As you waited for the pedestrian light to turn green, the crowd increased, squeezing you together.

"Hey, watch it!" a man slurred as you were suddenly pushed and started to tumble down to the road.

You groaned in pain as your body hit the cold, harsh pavement, your hands stinging as you slowly sat up, your head spinning from the impact.

'What the hell...?' you grimaced in anger, looking back to the crowd to see you were pushed farther than expected.

You tried to make out what they were trying to say, but you suddenly saw a stream of light coming from the side, slowly growing closer.

Before you could register what was happening, your vision filled with darkness, and your body grew numb.

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted with a town that looked like a Victorian painting brought to life under the night sky.

You blinked in shock and rubbed your eyes, blinking them repeatedly as if the scene before you would change.

'...Am I getting pranked or something...?' you thought, not believing it yourself as you looked around.

Horse-drawn carriages trotted down the street, and there was no trace of modern cars, as elaborate lamposts lit the footpath instead of the electric streetlights.

People walk by wearing intricate, ornate clothing heavy with lace, velvet, and leather as they talk in a posh accent with an unfamiliar vocabulary.

"What...?" you muttered as you looked around, seeing you were in a dark alleyway, not at the pedestrian lane you last remembered.

"Oh, what peculiar fashion..." a woman commented under her breath, making you quickly turn your head to the voice.

You saw she was looking at you before swiftly turning away and scurrying off with other women... but you could see them gossip amongst themselves.

You looked down at your clothes--the ones you remember wearing--and saw how out of place it was in this antique place.

You instinctively covered yourself and looked around for a cover.

You find a run-down cloak and make your way to the streets, keeping your head down as you slip into the crowd.

You tried to look for the film crew, security guards, the director, or even hidden cameras without causing a scene, but there were none.

You sighed as you kept walking, unsure where to go, but knew it wouldn't be wise to stay outside.

You shivered as the night air grew stronger , the pain in your legs and feet returning as your stomach began rumbling.

"Ugh...! What do I even--Umph!" you were greeted with a sharp sting as a newspaper found its way to your face.

You quickly removed it and confirmed that you were in London in 1879.

"London... 1879...?" you muttered, slumping down to your knees, "This can't be real..."

Your head started growing heavier, making you stumble forward as you hastily put your hands on the cold, harsh ground. Your vision tripled as you tried to stay alert.

"Excuse me, miss..." a voice called out behind you, making you jump and look back, seeing three men looking at you with cautious eyes.

"Are you all right? You seem... lost," a man with blond hair and a top hat asked, but you couldn't see them clearly.

You instinctively covered yourself with the dirty cloak, unsure of what to answer.

"We're here to help," another voice reassured, but your vision began to blur, unsure if it was from hunger or exhaustion.

"What's your name? Where do you live?"

'Name...' you thought, mustering up your energy to answer.

"(Y/N)... My name is (Y/N)-..." Before you could finish, your body topples over and falls unconscious.

"Miss!" William called out, catching you by the shoulders as your hood fell off, revealing your face.

"A foreigner...?" Louis asked, examining your face as William lifted you.

"That seems to be the case... most likely an Asian descent, but..." William looked from your head to toe, sighing.

"In any case, we cannot leave her here to starve," William concluded, carrying you to their carriage as gently as possible.

"Judging from their articulation, they may have learned English from the Americans," Louis commented, watching you cautiously as you slept.

"Perhaps she's an escapee?" Albert suggested, but William shook his head.

"I do not think an escapee would wear these clothes," William muttered, seeing your bizarre clothes peeking through the cloak.

"Then, what do you think, William?" Albert asked, also trying to decipher what led you to London.

William could only sigh, also unsure of the answer.

"As unfortunate as it is, it seems we can only uncover the answers when they finally wake up,"

[fairy-writes]

For the 700 followers event, Maybe Albert James Moriarty with Somebody to You

Btw, could it be male! reader but gn will do too

SOMEBODY TO YOU

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: kuzumochi-kun

Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot/Yuukoku no Moriarty

Pairing(s): Albert James Moriarty x Gender Neutral!Medic!Reader

Song: Somebody To You by The Vamps

Notes: Trigger warning for violence, mentions of “do not resuscitate orders”

I don’t write for male readers, so this is gender neutral

This is based on the song but not necessarily a song-fic. Sorry if this isn’t what you wanted!

Warning for definitely getting some things wrong about the military. I’m only really familiar with the American military, not the British. 

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When you had run away from home, it wasn’t the first time. But it was the first time you hadn’t come back home. It was the first time you left forever. 

But when your parents sent a letter demanding you come back home, you had written back and told them you were joining the military. You had ripped up any letters after that. But you had never expected it to lead to this.

In hindsight, you should have expected it. Even as a medic, there were still risks to being deployed into an active battlefield. But you never imagined you’d end up blown up when trying to save a comrade in arms life. Blown up on the roadside as you were applying a tourniquet to give him enough time for other soldiers to get him to safety. 

You lay with your hand outstretched and reaching, crawling through the bloody, ashy snow with rapidly draining strength. You gasped and coughed and choked as you looked toward the horizon, the ground, anything but the bleeding expanse behind you. 

You crawled, dragging one arm in front of the other, one foot in front of the other. Towards what, you didn’t know, maybe salvation? You fumbled for the dog tags around your neck as if to check if they were still there and coughed hoarsely, choking on smoke, blood, and bile.

As you closed your eyes, you vaguely heard the sound of footsteps and shouting before a rough hand grabbed your shoulder and hauled you onto something, but you were out cold before anything else could be registered.

You woke up nearly a week later with the information that you were being relieved of duty and honorably discharged for risking your life for another in the line of fire.

Part of you was relieved, but part of you was disappointed. 

Everything you had worked for over the last ten years since you joined the military to get away from your parents was over. It made you upset, angry, sad, all of the above. But above all, you were mad.

Apparently, so were others.

Albert James Moriarty, an old battle buddy of yours and a friend from basic training, heard of your condition and came to visit as soon as he could. 

But he wasn’t happy.

You had been resting, carefully propped up by a pile of pillows, and flipping through a book on medical procedures when he arrived.

He, of course, arrived like he always did, silently. He looked positively enraged, and if you were anyone else, you’d be terrified. But you weren’t everyone else. You had seen this man at his lowest when his unit was killed, and he was the only one to survive, and you helped him through his darkest of times. You’d also seen him at his highest, when he passed as first in his company in basic training and when he accepted the promotion to General.

But now, now he was just angry. His ears burning red, and his mouth set in a grim line. You could tell in the set of his shoulders and the tenseness of his neck. He was fuming, and you had a good idea as to why.

“What. The. Hell.” He snarled, and you raised an eyebrow,

“Ooooh, we’re cursing now. You must be really pissed about something.” You said, not taking your eyes off the book in front of you. He grimaced and snatched the book from your hands, ignoring your protests and closing the thing.

“Hey! I was reading that!” You snapped back, but he took a seat at your side, tossing the book on your bedside table. 

Normally he was so calm and collected. It was odd to see him so angry. But you were used to seeing anger, with drill sergeants screaming in your face during basic. 

“Do you have any idea what almost happened?” He demanded, and you shrugged,

“Not a clue.” You replied, and he tossed a file onto your lap. You ignored the brief flash of pain as you picked it up. 

It was your file. Your picture was stamped with “honorably discharged” across it, and medical records underneath your military history. 

“Okay? It’s my file. What about it?” You ask, confused and more than a little frustrated. You wanted to focus on healing and reading your book. Not playing mental chess with the man you were currently engaged to. 

Albert pointed to a part in the medical records with a stiff finger. 

“DO NOT RESUSCITATE” was emblazoned in bold black letters, and you finally understood why he was so upset. 

You had almost died. 

“I’m fine, Albert. Really I am. I survived the accident and am on the road to healing.” You said and reached over to place a hand on his. He turned his hand over and gripped yours tightly. 

“Don’t do that to me again. You hear? That’s an order.” He whispered and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. 

“I just want to be somebody to you.” You reply quietly and he looks on the verge of tears. 

“You’re everything to me.”

[goldenlotus-arts]

[ Thoughts about Albert ]

As the eldest son of a noble family, he had all of class privilege but instead of accepting those benefits, he chose to start a revolution for equality. He could have a bright future, a luxurious life but he'd rather throw it all away than live in that twisted world. There is no doubt that he did terrible things but OMG thinking about Al just makes me love him more🍷🍷🍷

[toastsrambles]

it’s all about how the moriarty brothers love each other so much but none of them believe they deserve that love.

albert sees himself as poison, corrupted from birth. he recruits william and louis and he ruins them too, dragging them down to his level. he sees himself as fundamentally lesser than the two of them, and how he thinks he’s tricking them into loving a lie, a version of himself he can never be.

and how william knows he is his brothers’ idol, and he did that to himself, but it also means that no one can understand him. he has to do it to fix the world, to make it better for his brothers, but it makes him so, so lonely. and how he also knows he is a devil, and he can’t let himself bring his brothers down with him.

and louis knows that his brothers want him to be a part of their better world but doesn’t realize until too late that he’s going to live there alone. he wants to be there for them but they won’t let him in, and he’s helpless to do anything as his brothers burn themselves out for him. he never asked for it and he never wanted it and he can’t bring himself to tell them that.

it’s how louis just came along with william, albert didn’t really want him and louis knows it. how albert wanted a new world first and a sibling second. how william longs for connection but refuses to let himself have it.

how they love each other but they don’t think they deserve each other. how they all see themselves as the odd one out, the one that the others would be better without.

doomed romance? pfft. doomed siblings. that’s where it’s at

[white-queen-lacus]

God bless the Moriarthree~

[vlx3n]