#moriarty x you

[married-to-google-translater]

Can you please write yandere Moriarty with a darling who has a husband.

Oh yeah sure this will be funny~ Doing this for William

Yandere William James Moriarty

William's behavior depends on what kind of man you got for yourself.

He would have to be cunning and think of a strategy.

If he were to be revealed, it could jeopardize his entire operation as well.

If you had a toxic William as your partner in any way, I would cling to him.

He would start manipulating you to make you see what a bad husband you have.

Of course, at that time the separations were difficult, but William would seem that it is for the best for you.

He would be here for you~

However, it was always possible for you to have a happy and healthy relationship with your husband.

This would be a more difficult case.

Manipulating you wouldn't really work.

William would probably try to frame your partner for some crime.

Most likely your husband would end up in jail or if not his reputation would be ruined.

Divorce would be coming because of this.

After that, William would have all the time with you

[theweepingangelofcas]

Hi! could you write a NSFW of William and a female reader situated in his desk in Durham's classroom?

(I think I asked for it anonymously by mistake the other time, and I'm not sure if my request was sent, anyway I'm sending it again haha. I'm also not sure if this request has been made before, but I'm asking anyway <3) pd. I love your blog, Im reading all of your works rn

Hello hello! Yes, I got your anon version too lol. Sorry it took like a literal year for me to answer your asks! I've been stupid busy. But I really hope you like this little drabble. ******************

On The Desk - William Moriarty x Reader

You had visited your sweet husband during his lunch break.

He had left his packed lunch on the counter at home. And you, as his devoted wife, were more than happy to bring it to him. You had even brought along a meal of your own, hoping to spend him planning hour with him too. You hadn't expected... this.

You were splayed out against his oak desk, your bare breasts pressed against a few papers and perhaps a quill or two. His tie was wrapped around your wrists, caught along one of the drawer knobs, keeping your arms held taught above your head.

"You're such a sweet wife..." His cock was drilling into you, and if it weren't for part of his vest being balled up in your mouth, you would've moaned his name, "Bringing me something, even though it was out of your way? Goodness, I truly don't deserve your kindness, do I?"

A muffled cry was the only response you could give, feeling your eyes roll as he fucked into you harder. You could see the lunch sacks you had brought stacked neatly beside your head, right next to a bundle of ink pens. Your eyes then trailed to the door. Being a teaching college, there was no lock. Students were always encouraged to stop in during planning hours, and that was usually not to your detriment. You had always found it sweet. But now? Oh god, you hoped no one even dared enter the teacher's hallway.

Despite your sighs and moans being muffled, he still shushed you, keeping his voice low as he spoke, "Shhh. Don't want any of my colleagues to hear your whoreish noises, do you?"

You couldn't help it. You shuddered at the thought, tightening around his length in ecstasy.

He chuckled darkly, "Well then, if you insist..." He ripped the fabric from your mouth, replacing it with his long fingers. Your mouth hung open obscenely, and you felt your drool drip off of your chin, surely ruining one of his student's papers. Though still muffled, your sighs of ecstasy were much louder now.

"Yes, I'm so very happy you're such a perfect wife."

[pfpanimes]

⌕ yuukoku no moriarty • william j. moriarty.

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Last Updated: 2024-04-03

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[elicypher]

Ok but imagine, William and his brothers visit bath again, and as they sink in the water Albert and Louis notice the scratch marks on William's back from his spouse's nails (😏) and they're all blushing, except for Albert who actually teases him.

Is this extremely cringe wattpad material? 🤨

whatever it is, i like it 🗣️ ive forgotten how to write so apologies if the dialogues or writing in general sounds stiff, I'll try harder next time :)

warning: suggestive

it had been a long day. preoccupied with moving william's luggage in the entire day, being able to relax in the bathhouse now seemed like a blessing. the steam rises lazily in the air, and the water lapped gently against itself as the three brothers entered.

the temperature felt nothing short of heavenly against their bodies — and their sore muscles finally relaxed as they sank further into the water. it was a soothing heat, and they sighed softly in sync. "we should do this more often."

"yes," louis replied. "this is nice. i'm not opposed to the idea-" just as he was about to stretch his arms, he caught sight of william's back and his expression froze.

"louis? are you alright?" albert calls, and both the older brothers turn to look at him curiously. "what's wrong?"

they could see his face heat up, the redness creeping into his neck. there were red marks streaked against william's skin, and the telltale marks were unmistakably fresh. they could see the screws in his head turning as he tried to find his words, leading albert to follow his youngest brother's gaze.

albert blinked in surprise momentarily, before his lips twitched upwards and a chuckle leaves him. "well, well..."

"pardon?" william questions, raising a curious brow. what were they looking at, that he didn't know of? "what is it?"

"seems like someone's been busy." his voice drawled.

and william felt every muscle in his body tense, especially at the mischief in albert's voice. his body was turning to shades he didn't think was capable of turning — all vibrant shades of pinks and vermilion. now it was his turn to find an excuse, and fast. "i... that is.."

"it's.. it's alright, brother." louis hurried. "we understand you've been," he pauses, unsure what word would be most accurate here. he tried to avert his eyes, but couldn't help but sneak a glance in. "um. preoccupied lately. you were away for three years, it's only natural that—"

"certainly." albert laughs. "a lot of affection was due."

"it's nothing." william mutters, turning his gaze away. he sinks further into the water, unable to meet his brothers' gazes. and although he tries his hardest to hide it, the red tips of his ears give it away. his own lips threaten to quirk up, whether it be out of embarrassment or something else.

"well," albert smiles. "we aren't judging." his eyes flicker to louis, who still has his cheeks flushed red. "are we?"

"no," louis shakes his head furiously. "never."

"just, you know, perhaps suggest trimming their nails next time."

william sighs softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. his expression was something between mild exasperation and amusement. "not a word to anyone." a pause. "please."

albert puts his hands up in the air. both the eldest and the youngest brother exchange a glance. they can't help but smile, with albert stifling another laugh. "of course not."

[yandere-romanticaa]

i know you've mainly written about yan! william with a darling who is just as crazy, but can you do one with a more innocent darling? like they just tried to run away from him, too bad he knows them like the back of his hand and knows where she could have gone

The serene song of the morning birds gave an ethereal atmosphere to the Moriarty household, as some of the large branches from the nearby trees kept tapping against the open windows, their soon to be bright orange and red leaves decorating the wooden floor.

William drank his tea in peace, the hot aroma engulfing him as he let out a satisfied hum. The branches were beyond beautiful, they truly did give a certain pop of life to the entire estate which he marvelously enjoyed.

Said branches were also quite sturdy, he duly noted.

Placing the tea cup back down onto the porcelain white plate, William uncrossed his legs and stood up, his posture as straight as it can be as he made his way towards the window, his pace slow and relaxed. He looked out the window, taking in the soon to be autumn scenery and a few footsteps left in the grass from a little someone who managed to escape. How cute, he thought to himself.

"Brother..." said a sudden voice, it being gentle and soft, but with a hint of worry in it. William did not even bother to turn around to look at his brother, already knowing what he was going to ask him. Louis always made sure that everything was in order, no matter how miniscule it may seem. He would sometimes even have him tend to the little captive he held in his basement, making sure that the shackles were tight just right, but not too tight.

He despised seeing bruises bloom on your pretty skin. The sight alone made him seethe.

"Yes Louis, I know. No need to concern yourself with anything." came William's reply, his voice neutral.

"I shall take care of everything. You just keep doing what you always do best." said William. He turned slightly back to look at his brother, to analyze his worried face. He gave him a nod, which allowed Louis to leave the room.

The room was almost vacant now, save for William and his morning paper. The man could not help but to let out a wistful sigh, red tainting his pale cheeks as he felt his heart do backflips in his chest.

You had no kind of idea just what sort of power you had over the Lord of Crime. That was always something William was going to give you credit for. Your fiery nature was beyond precious but you just had this innocent doll like quality to your person, which William James Moriarty could not help but to deeply admire.

He already knows where you are. He already knows where he was going to go tonight and at exactly what time he was going to collect you. William was buzzing at the thought of you telling him just how you had managed to get out of your shackles without waking up anyone in the entire house, all the while climbing down a tree like a little mouse.

For now though, he was going to let you enjoy this mini spoil of victory. He could already picture your sweet face, a face so sweet that he sometimes wondered if it would crumble due to his dark touch.

William was not a good man, he knew this all too well. However, he was also not cruel, especially towards you. You would be granted these few hours of freedom, you truly did deserve them.

Once the sun goes down and the silver moon comes up though, all is fair in love and war.

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine it was quarter to twelve and you were sitting casually on your livingroom couch, a wineglass resting in between your finger as you wait for the countdown. Come to think of it, it was a quiet night, like everyone was waiting for something. Indeed everyone was.

Imagine it was quarter to twelve when your phone suddenly rang causing your to raise a brow, to be honest there should be no one contacting you from this hour besides... oh! In that split second, you grab your phone in the coffee table and to your guess, it was trully your lover calling causing you to smile unconsciously as you answer it.

"Darling." A familiar voice greeted you as soon as you answered the call. "Hi." You replied, a silly smile on your face appeared as you balanced your phone in between your chin and shoulder as you try to get a comfortable position to watch the fireworks over the window. "Why did you call? I thought you're busy." You chuckle, knowing a few days ago he was complaining about the amount of work that needed to get done.

"I'm wounded by the fact that you expect me not to call you at new year's eve." "Well you did say that you're quite busy today, no?" Just like that you heard a gentle laughter. "So how was your day?" When you lover asked you with such gentle tone, your eyes cannot help but to soften as you began letting him the events of your new years eve.

Imagine casually leaning back in your couch, once in a while taking a sip of your wine as you talk to your lover in the phone, a smile never leaving your lips as you listen how his day went on. And in the midst of all of this, the sound of a fireworks echoed outside causing your eyes to follow the sparks flying up in the sky and just like that, explode into a beautiful sparks, reflecting through your eyes as you stare at it in awe.

"My love." You cannot help but to humm as you continue to admire te colorful midnight sky. "Happy New Year." Your lover spoke in the phone causing your heart to flutter as you replied softly, "Yeah, happy new year too." As the last fireworks explode in the sky, you whispered in the wind "Wish you were here."

Imagine by the time you looked down and check your phone, the call has already been disconnected causing you to smile softly, after all, your lover called despite how busy they are at the moment. Though you cannot help but to be disappointed at their schedule, you knew your lover cannot help it, it's not like he wants to have such packed schedule at new year.

Imagine by the time you have finished cleaning up and was about to head towards your shared room, you heard the door opened follow by a familiar footsteps causing you to halt on your way out of the kitchen as you saw a glimpse of a familiar face. And as soon as he turn his attention into the kitchen, he too halted like a kid getting caught with his hand in a cookie jar. "Surprise?" When he said that with that face, how could you not laugh?

Imagine the way you started walking towards him, a gentle smile on your face that welcomes him every single time he went home. That was something he would never ever trade anything for. "Strange." You spoke as you arrived right in front of him and reach out to touch his cheeks. In which he wasted no time to lean in and melted into your touch. "I'm pretty sure you did not heard that." "Hmm?" He smile sheepishly at you. "You always makes my wish come true, did you know that?" Instead of answering, he just kiss the palm on your hand.

"I forgot something earlier." "What is it you fool?" "I love you and I wish to spent all my new years with you." He smiled at you in which you cannot help but to chuckle. "So do I, you cheeky bastard."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: Ya'll I played bingo from 12-4am, I forgot to eat grapes underneath the table so fuck my love life this year, I better be rich. HAPPY NEW YEAR! ❤️‍🔥

[rosemaryjmoriarty]

If underweight then why broad shoulders?

Screaming, giggling, crying, kicking my feet

[isolabellz]

the reunion we didn’t get to see

[sophistication-as]

classmate!william x reader

modern au 💌 genius x genius

1.9k – fluff, masturbation (m!), pda, soft kisses

@cafekitsune thank you for the divider

happy new year, everyone! thanks for all the support. don’t forget to stay safe and drink plenty of water 💗

classmate!william who always saves a seat for you in the auditorium. he tilts his head slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips as he whispers that he likes being close to someone so dedicated, his voice quieter than the murmur of students around you. he’s never been much of a talker in class, but somehow, with you, silence feels comfortable.

classmate!william who loves your eloquence when you discuss different subjects, his gaze lingering a little too long on the curve of your lips as you speak. even if your words weren’t the only thing he paid attention to, he’d always nod along, offering thoughtful responses just to keep the conversation going.

classmate!william who notices your habit of slipping away for a quiet moment with a cup of coffee. he surprises you one afternoon, setting a steaming cup beside your notebook without a word. “black, no sugar,” he murmurs, his tone as casual as if you hadn’t just realized he’s been paying attention to your preferences all along.

classmate!william who finds you asleep in the library, your head resting on a pile of notes. instead of waking you, he gently places his coat over your shoulders and sits across from you, quietly reading until you wake.

classmate!william who tries to make sense of the unfamiliar warmth that stirs in his chest every time your hand brushes his when passing notes in class. he tells himself it’s nothing, just a momentary distraction, but the thought lingers longer than it should, gnawing at his carefully crafted focus.

classmate!william who clenches his jaw when albert teases him about the way his expression softens around you. he brushes it off, claiming it’s just admiration for your intellect, but deep down, he’s terrified of what it might mean to want something so far outside his carefully built world.

classmate!william who wakes up with his body aching, his breath uneven as fragments of a dream about you flood his mind. his hand is already wrapped around his cock, the slick evidence of his arousal staining the sheets as he strokes himself slowly, trying to chase the ghost of your touch from his dream. his hips jerk involuntarily as your imagined whispers echo in his ears, the way your lips parted just for him, the way you said his name, dripping with need.

he spills himself messily, his cum pooling over his abdomen and staining the blankets beneath him. shame crashes over him almost immediately, and his hand falters as he stares at the mess he’s made. william exhales harshly, his chest rising and falling, his usually calm demeanor completely unraveled. he’s disgusted with himself, not just for the act, but for the fact that it felt so good to think of you like that—too good.

the next morning, he’s brooding more than usual, his jaw clenched as louis and albert exchange amused glances. "someone didn’t sleep well," albert comments with a smirk, and louis adds innocently, "you seem... distracted, william. something on your mind?" he glares at them both, his ears burning as their teasing continues. but it doesn’t stop there. when he sees you later in class, your innocent smile only stokes the lingering fire in his chest. he forces himself to look away, biting back the memory of his dream and the shameful pleasure he took from it. for once, william james moriarty finds himself losing control—and it terrifies him.

classmate!william who, one evening, when he sees you sitting by yourself in the library again, can’t help but walk over. your concentration is so intense that you don’t even notice him approaching. “mind if i join you?” he asks, his voice surprisingly steady despite the flutter in his chest. you look up, meeting his gaze, and something in his chest tightens at the way your eyes light up with recognition.

you nod, and he sits beside you, just close enough to feel the warmth of your presence without crossing that invisible line he’s so careful to maintain. the silence between you both isn’t awkward—far from it. it’s a comfortable quiet, filled with the rustling of pages and the occasional glance exchanged.

classmate!william who glances at you from the corner of his eye, noticing how the soft glow of the streetlights catches your hair, casting it in a warm, golden hue. there’s a small, content smile on your lips, a look that seems to say you’re at ease in this quiet company. his heart beats a little faster, and before he can stop himself, his hand reaches out, brushing against yours.

classmate!william who, after weeks of stolen glances and quiet conversations, finds himself walking beside you on a crisp evening, the cool air brushing past the two of you. the path to the dorms is empty, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the trees and the occasional murmur of distant voices from the campus. it's a moment suspended in time, just the two of you, and for the first time, the silence feels heavy with something unspoken.

you look up at him, eyes widening just slightly, and for a moment, the world slows down around you both. his breath catches as he realizes how close the two of you are, the touch lingering longer than usual. he’s always been good at hiding his feelings, but in that small, stolen moment, he’s not so sure anymore. he can feel the warmth of your skin against his, and the space between you feels impossibly small.

classmate!william who clears his throat softly, as though trying to dispel the sudden tension. “i… i didn’t mean to…” he starts, but his words die in his throat as your eyes meet his, soft and searching. you both stand there for a beat too long, as if neither of you knows exactly what to do.

then, almost instinctively, you step closer, closing the small distance between you both. his heart races as you look up at him, your gaze softening. and just like that, it feels like everything falls into place.

you’re not sure who leans in first, but the next thing you know, his lips are brushing against yours, tentative and gentle, like he’s testing the waters.

classmate!william who feels the warmth of your kiss seep through him, a surge of emotions he hasn’t quite figured out flooding his chest. it’s slow and careful at first, a quiet exploration of something neither of you has dared to voice out loud. but when you pull back, just a little, you both meet each other's eyes, and for the first time, the distance between you both feels so, so small.

he smiles faintly, a soft, genuine smile that reaches his eyes, and you can feel the gentle pull of something more than just affection—something deeper, something that’s been building for a while. “i… i didn’t expect that,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but there’s a warmth in it, in the way his gaze lingers on you.

you simply smile back, feeling the butterflies settle in your stomach as you say, “neither did i.”

and for a moment, you both stand there, the world around you quiet, as the promise of something new lingers in the air between you.

classmate!william who hesitates when he sees you sitting alone on the metro, headphones in, your focus entirely on the view outside. it’s late, the lights of the city flashing by in a blur, and the car is almost empty except for a few quiet passengers. he shifts on his feet for a moment before finally walking over and taking the seat next to you.

“long day?” he asks softly, his voice low enough to not startle you. you glance up, surprised, and pull out one earbud, a small smile tugging at your lips when you see him.

“you could say that,” you reply, your voice tired but warm.

classmate!william who keeps stealing glances at you as the metro glides along its tracks, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence between your conversation. he notices the faint shadow of fatigue in your eyes, the way you rub at your temple absentmindedly. before he realizes it, he’s asking, “have you eaten?”

your head tilts at his sudden question, a small laugh escaping your lips. “no, not yet.”

he hums thoughtfully, pulling something from his bag—a neatly wrapped sandwich. “take it,” he says, holding it out. “it’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

you blink at him, surprised. “you didn’t have to—”

“just take it,” he interrupts, his tone firm but kind. there’s a faint blush on his cheeks as he looks away, pretending to focus on the advertisements flashing past the windows.

classmate!william who feels the subtle press of your arm against his as the train sways, the small, unintentional contact making his heart race in a way he doesn’t quite understand.

the metro comes to a brief stop, and more passengers file out, leaving the car nearly empty. the flickering overhead lights cast a dim glow, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has melted away, leaving just the two of you.

classmate!william who catches your reflection in the window, the faint curve of a smile on your lips as you lean slightly closer to him. “thank you,” you murmur, breaking the silence.

he turns to you, his voice unusually soft. “for what?”

“for this,” you say, holding up the now half-eaten sandwich, “and for sitting with me.”

his gaze lingers on you, something tender and unfamiliar stirring in his chest. “it’s nothing,” he mutters, but the way his voice wavers slightly betrays him.

classmate!william who can’t stop himself when the train jerks slightly, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady you. his fingers brush against yours, and he feels the warmth of your skin—soft and real—and it makes his breath catch.

you glance down at your hands, then back up at him, your eyes meeting. the metro rocks gently, and the world seems to stand still as he leans in ever so slightly.

now it’s you who closes the gap, your lips brushing his in a soft, fleeting kiss that feels like a spark in the quiet hum of the train. it’s gentle, almost hesitant, but when you pull away, the look in his eyes is one of wonder.

classmate!william who stares at you for a moment, his hands coming to caress yours. his touch is deliberate, warm, and steady, a rare softness from someone so guarded. "name," he begins, his voice low but filled with conviction, "may i ask if you would like to have dinner with me?" he whispers, his golden gaze locked on yours, decided to show his feelings wholeheartedly for the first time.

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, his question lingering in the air like a delicate melody. your heart flutters as you manage a shy smile, your hand still cradled in his. “yes, i would love to,” you reply softly, your voice tinged with quiet excitement.

classmate!william who feels a quiet sense of relief wash over him, though his heart still beats fast against his ribs. he doesn’t release your hand; instead, his thumb brushes over your knuckles gently, as though reassuring himself this moment is real. “then allow me to make it a night worth remembering,” he says, his tone confident but laced with a tenderness meant only for you.

you don’t miss the flicker of a smile that plays on his lips—a rare, genuine one that softens his usually composed demeanor. as he leads you out of the library, still holding your hand, you realize this is the start of something neither of you will ever forget.

[married-to-google-translater]

Hii🙋

Can I request headcannons with William J. Moriarty and a fem!s/o with big thighs and cellulite, who is very ashamed of her body?

Thank you in advance and have a great day/night! 🌹🥀🌷

Reader is moood

I also hope u have good day/night <3

William James Moriarty

William wouldn't care much about your appearance.

He would fall more in love with your personality.

A sweet and caring personality type would be his weakness.

He would think you were clean.

And would like to make a better world for you.

You don't always feel bad about your body.

So it's not something you think about 24/7...

But sometimes things might happen that trigger your self-loathing.

Especially when...

People really don't make most situations easier.

William noticed the change in your behavior quickly.

And he would quickly realize what the reason would be.

William and you would have talked about this.

A lot of times.

William would know how cruel people could be.

Especially nobles.

Because of this, he would like to keep you safe.

William would also tell you that he loves you as often as possible.

And he would tell you the reasons if you asked.

William would be good at expressing his point of view convincingly.

[theweepingangelofcas]

All Mine - William Moriarty x Reader

Smutty William drabble go brrrrrr (Inspired by the song Run Baby Run - Dutch Melrose) Word count: 2.1k Content Warning: p.i.v, unprotected smexy times (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos!), praise kink, brief mentions of kidnapping, mild gore in the first like two paragraphs, character death (not William or Reader), tooth rotting fluff, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, possessive William, humorous ending, my man William is a little subby at heart, but he's still a top but a SERVICE TOP ahuigddjaio;hgdp Minors d.n.i

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You had been taken from him.

Some rich nobleman, furious that his biggest investors were being strategically killed off like flies. He had tracked it down to one man, William Moriarty.

But oh, did he want the man to suffer. So he took the one thing William held dear. His sweet wife, Y/N.

But, it had backfired.

William was more than happy to sink the knife deep into his jugular. He relished in the red oozing from the wound, smiling gleefully.

You were behind him, still tied up and paralyzed in fear on the floor. Your eyes were closed, just like William told you to.

You felt yourself be swept up into his arms, the sensation of his footsteps and his thumping heart reverberating through your entire body.

"You can open your eyes now." He was setting you onto a plush mattress, likely one of your captors guest rooms.

You took in William's face. Concern was etched on his porcelain skin, the corners of his mouth downturned with worry.

"Please, please tell me you're alright. Tell me I got to you in time. Tell me he didn't hurt you." His arms were wrapped around your torso now, gripping you like you would float away if he let go. William's forehead was resting gingerly on your shoulder.

Your own hand came up to cradle his head, "Yes. I'm alright, my beloved. I'm so happy you found me."

He looked back up at you, but your lips were crashing into his before he could speak.

Though surprised, he kissed you back almost immediately. It was if all the adrenaline had turned into want within moments.

He finally had you again. You were finally safe, back in his arms.

The kiss turns deeper. Your hands are now clutching him, fingers tangled in his golden hair. You pull back for a moment, only to see that he's blushing.

"I missed you, Will..."

Gulping, he gasped out, "Oh, my darling... I thought I'd lost you." His hands wandered down, clasping onto your waist, "I thought I'd never get you back. I can't be without you..."

His right hand hovered over your thighs, and he looked up at you for permission.

"Do whatever you want to do. You are my knight in shining armor, after all." You smiled at him. You were exhausted, but something about the relief and elation on his face made you gain a bit of your strength back.

Strong fingers groped your ass with a tenderness only your dear lover could have. You shed your bodice and undersleeve, discarding it somewhere across the room. You didn't want to see it after this. His lips found yours once more, sweet nothings being whispered between every one.

"I finally have you again..."

He mouthed lower, this time along the underside of your jaw.

"I was so scared for you..."

Your neck this time. A mark is being sucked upon your fragile skin, which he soothes with his tongue. Simultaneously, the strings of your corset are being undone. He has very little trouble with it. After all, it was the same corset he had helped you put on days prior. You took a few deep breaths once you were relieved of it, trying to calm your racing heart.

You had missed his scent. The softness of his hair. The smooth feeling of his skin. Everything. You had missed your William.

Finally, your petticoat and overskirt are practically ripped off your body, thrown away with the rest of your clothes. He pulled back to admire you, and you saw his pupils dilate as he looked you up and down. Just seeing your unmarred skin gave him more relief than he knew he was capable of feeling.

You saw his hands hesitate, lifted awkwardly above your breasts with apprehension.

"Darling, you won't break me." Rolling your eyes, your hands grabbed his, guiding him to palm your chest. He exhaled shakily, like he was trying to hold himself back.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," Despite his hesitation, he wasn't pulling back, "We should get you home first..."

You stopped him with a finger to his lips, "My dear, if you don't make love to me this instant, I'm walking out the front door nude."

Sanguine eyes widened, his pallor flushing, "O-oh. Alrighty then."

Your back hit the bed with a soft thud, and he was caging you in below him. You could feel his hardness against your hip, but he seemed to pay no mind to that. He was too busy suckling on your right breast to even notice his own arousal. You felt his tongue circle your nipple, before delivering a gentle nip with his teeth. Your other breast was being fondled, while his free hand rubbed comforting circles into your thigh.

Heavy lidded eyes gazed up at your face, taking in your sweet features. All you could do in response was give him a kind smile.

"You're doing so good, William."

His eyes unfocused then, and you could see his mind get all syrupy with desire.

"You saved me. I'm all yours, my love. Forever."

You felt his spare hand go lower, now groping your plush thighs. All the while, he continued his loving assault on your chest. He eventually popped off your skin, panting like he'd run a marathon.

"You had your fill yet?" Your hand covered your mouth as you tried to suppress a giggle.

He shook his head, "Never. But, I feel I've been neglecting the sweetest parts of you..."

His palms found your inner thighs, spreading your legs with a gentleness only he could ever show you. He dove into your sweet core without hesitation, lapping at your wetness like he was a man dying of thirst.

Oh god, did it feel heavenly.

Your fingers wove themselves into his hair, subconsciously pushing him deeper into your heat. He obliged happily, moaning at the taste he had been deprived of. His lips found your clit, sucking it harshly in a way that had you squirming.

"Oh my god, William-! Feels- Feels so good!" You babbled incoherently. After days of fear, it was as though all your senses had been heightened by adrenaline. The feeling of him tasting you was near maddening.

He hummed in response, which only sent more sensations to your poor rosebud. Two fingers were circling your opening, one of them plunging in.

He lifted up for just a moment. You could see his chin shining from your slick.

"Tell me if I'm going too fast, my angel."

Another finger. You subconsciously clenched your thighs around his head at the stretch.

He shushed you tenderly, "Shhh. It's okay. You're doing so good. Just relax into it."

Scissoring his digits apart, you hissed in discomfort, but it was soon drowned out by another moan as he continued his ministrations on your clit. Once you loosened around him, he added another, finally prodding at your most sensitive spots. You felt another rush of slick dribble out of you in response, which he drank up greedily.

"Oh fuck, angel, you're so damn perfect..." He finally lifted up, pinning your hips down with his arm as he continued to finger you, "I swear I'm going to make you forget about everything that's happened here. You won't remember a single bad thing. It will all be replaced by me. I promise."

He stopped his abuse on your sensitive core, finally unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down frantically. Once his underwear was gone, his hard arousal sprung free, bumping against your thigh as he hovered over you.

"Do you think you're ready, my love?" His hands spread your thighs once more. You didn't even realize you had closed them.

Nodding, you huffed out a response, "Yes, my dear. I'm always ready. Please... Please just ruin me."

He tutted, guiding his length to line up with your center, "If that's what my darling wife requests..."

You felt the head of his member push itself into you. Despite his prep earlier, it was still a stretch, and your fingers found purchase in his back.

"I'll ruin you as much as you want, love."

He slammed the rest of his length into you, and you nearly screamed his name as he pounded your cervix head on. Despite it only being days since you two last made love, he still felt absolutely massive inside you. You don't think you'll ever get used to it.

But, you're okay with it. Especially with how good he could hit your g-spot with every thrust.

One arm was used to keep himself steady on the bed, the other was fondling your breasts again, "Look at you. All mine..." His mouth went to your collar, nipping at your sensitive skin, "No one will take you from me ever again. No one- No one!"

A harder bite. You knew you'd be covered in marks after this.

Your hands grasped his suit tie, "Fuck, please my love, take your shirt off. Please."

He grunted, stripping off his vest and tie, still pounding into you with vigor. Your fingers shakily unbuttoned his dress shirt, discarding it as well. With him finally being fully nude, your nails dug into his back, only spurring him on to continue destroying you.

It was like his hardness was carving out a space inside of you, ruining you for anyone besides him. Fitting together perfectly, like it was always meant to be like this. Like it was always supposed to be you and your sweet William, together, against the rest of the world.

You gasped out curses as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing gentle circles in the way he knew you loved. It like your very blood was on fire, screaming out for more. You wanted every bit of pleasure and relief he could give to you. Luckily, he was happy to give it.

"Fuck, Will- I'm so close-!" You buried your head into his shoulder, biting back moans and curses.

You could feel him nod above you, "I know, my dear. Don't be afraid. Cum for me. Let go."

With a final harsh pinch on your clit, you felt yourself shatter apart like fragile glass.

Your vision nearly whited out, and you could hear high pitched moaning of his name. It took you a second to realize that the moaning was yours. Your nails felt something warm beneath them, and you could faintly register that you had clawed him so hard you had drawn a bit of blood. But he didn't seem to care, still fucking you through your high.

"Y/n, I'm getting close too..." He groaned, trying not to lose his mind at the feeling of you clenching around him.

"Inside-! Cum inside, please, William!" You were near delirious at this point. Normally, both of you were so cautious about letting him cum inside. It was risky, after all. But right now, after he had finally saved you? Now that you were safe in his arms again? You couldn't find yourself to give a damn about any risks.

He was panting into your skin, mouthing at your neck, "Oh my god- Are you sure? Y/n, you have to tell me you're sure-" He broke off with a moan, and one of his hands gripped your side for dear life.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" you were wailing his name, clinging onto him. Clinging onto your beloved darling.

"Oh fuck-! I'm gonna cum. Y/n, I'm gonna cum-!"

He bit down on your shoulder as he came, and it was as though fireworks were exploding inside his head. Spurts of hot cum shot into you, and you could vaguely feel the warmth spread inside. He was grunting, groaning out your name and curses you couldn't quite understand. Vaguely, you could feel your shoulder ache where he had bit you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Finally, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. His cloudy eyes searched your face, "Are you alright still, my love? I- I didn't mean to go so rough..." He sheepishly avoided your eyes, instead choosing to gaze down at your chest.

"You dare ask me that after we literally just made love? Amazingly so?" You laughed, hands coming up to cradle his face. You could see a tint of red on your fingertips, and you grimaced, "I didn't mean to go so rough either..."

He shook his head, "Nonsense. I barely even felt that..." Sighing, his head resting upon your bosom, "Goodness, the others are probably looking for us now. I had told Fred to bring you your pajamas..."

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door, and you both gasped. Scrambling to cover you, William called out, "Fred? Is that you?"

A moment of silence, before a quiet voice continued, "Yes, Lord Moriarty. I brought Y/n's nightgown. Is she there with you? May I come in?"

"NO!" You both shouted, and you could faintly hear Moran outside the door as well, trying to cover his laughter.

"Do'ya want us to just leave her stuff outside here then? Y'can come and grab it when you need it?" Moran was speaking now, his gruff voice light with humor, "I take it you two are... Busy?"

Your face flushed, but your husband barely seemed to care. He was just happy to have you back.

"Yes, Mr. Moran. I'll come collect it in a minute. You two may take your leave and wait in the carriage, if you need."

He looked back at you, taking in your half covered figure on last time before kissing your cheek.

"So, my love, shall we head home?"

[queenendless]

THEM AND I

A/N: I am so sorry for this improvised mess of a piece. F Hurricanes. F Florida. F my ADHD self that can't force ingenious masterpieces outta my anxious fatigued brain. How does anyone put out long ass pieces on a consistent basis? I'll never know.

SHORT 🔞 DARK MATURE CONTENT DOWN BELOW.

Your very presence changed the foundation of the anime universe. They are the moths, and you are the flame. An anomaly like one. The dozens to hundreds of certain folk you crossed paths with immediately rewired their brains and tainted their cores.

Each one taking every chance to show off for you flexing their skills and pros to win your favor. Cheering on champion class soccer games. Taking motorcycle rides with fine delinquents. Treated to private tea parties with tier layered savory and sweets.

Having all this special treatment was flattering even though all those eyes on you was quite overwhelming, like the Six Eyes.

But of course, none are satisfied with having so many opponents standing in the way of you being with just themselves. All walks of life and death stalked you from every corner. Wizards gone overblot. Duelists who wacked their duel disks in others' faces. Apple- obsessed Shinigami employed shady tactics to derail everyone else's endeavors.

Cue the bloodbath.

Giant killer robot bears swarming the streets to laser eye and topple buildings on those from their master’ hit list. Geass brainwashed many to take their own lives. One of your lovesick options wanted you to unalive yourself with his bandaged wrapped self right off a roof. Not even butler cutlery was safe as it clashed with holy loaded guns for ownership over your soul. The sword wielding slayers beheaded many in their path.

Devil hunters trembled, crybaby heroes broke down, rangers' smiles cracked in fury, and so many unfortunate hunters were crushed; literally. Sinful demons would relish in the chaos. For crimson enveloped their now shared world.

Love letters for you, smothered in bloody kisses and hand prints, fell from the sky. Bouquets of white roses splattered with crimons drops on the petals. You felt your stomach twist in knots, your chest suffocating from the various hands and arms wrapped around you, and your vision being flooded with the color red.

Basically …

The fight for your love would result in WWIII.

But who would win in the end?

At that point, would it even matter?

Who's to say?

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Last Updated: 2024-04-03

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

To be continued…

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

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

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

: 4k+ words. damn....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the door clicked shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"well..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you want to call out but your tongue feels heavy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

survivor's guilt is an all consuming thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"should we get more apples?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"(name)..?"

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

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

mom.

the word sliced a blade of guilt through his ribs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"it doesn’t change anything, louis."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"wait... please—" he choked out.

"goodbye, louis."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"did the neighbours tell you that?"

louis shrugged, keeping quiet.

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

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

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

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

your heart dropped. “who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"but maybe it's a start."

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

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

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

you didn’t have an answer for that.

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

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

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

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

@ELIASORCHARD — do not steal, retranslate or repost.