#mtp x yn

[maidensveil]

HOW BEING IN HIS ARMS FEEL LIKE

being in the comfort of his arms and cuddling all afternoon might be the best moments you hope to happen everyday. you dont necessarily like the cruel frigidness in the room, and the touch of his cold skin doesnt help it either. but you dont care-- as long as you're with him and he's with you. the comfortable feeling of being in his arms just makes you forget about the burdens of life, the dreadful emotions that has been eating you alive. the tightness of your mental stability automatically eases up. it makes you forget even the hardest moments of your life.

-- . fyodor, shibusawa, ayatsuji yukito . william moriarty . hanako/yugi amane , teru minamoto . tanjiro, giyuu, obanai , (and anyone else u want!!)

instead of you initiating it, its usually him. he has always been a clingy significant other, not that you mind. it doesnt matter where you two even are, public or private, he just wants to feel your skin against his. he prefers being little spoon most of the time, but it doesnt matter. he often just rests his head on your shoulder. the feeling of it comforts and relieves you, your stress, and basically everything, i mean.. the feeling of his physical affection, his warmth and shared feelings with you makes you feel warm even in the inside.

-- . ranpo, nikolai, dazai . louis moriarty . mikey, baji keisuke . tsukasa, teru (m) . zenitsu

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What i would gift the characters from MTP

part 1

part 2

William James Moriarty:

*Hagoromo chalk. Basically its a chalk mathematicians use to write on black boards.

*This chalk is no ordinary chalk. It glides suuuper smoothly on boards, is dust free, and writing feels as if the chalk is melting from your hand (Not my words)

*It’s so good people believe that it is impossible to write a false theorem with this

*Mathematicians have always had this attachment to black boards for various reasons so even though this is a simple gift I feel he’d deeply appreciate it.

*Also if possible, I would write a 100 reasons why he shouldn’t K himself, fold them into paper stars and put them in a glass jar and give it to him (Poor boy deserves some love).

Louis James Moriarty:

*A really fancy tea set (If I had the money to).

*Ik it sounds pretty cliche but get this, Victorian nobles had tea sets for EVERY form of tea and for every occasion

*I don’t think the Moriarty family were ever tight on budget before the final problem (at least in the manga i think) but seeing the fact that William never spent too much money on clothes, I’m pretty sure they were modest with their spendings and an extra tea pot or cutlery set would help them very much :D

Albert James Moriarty:

*Wine. What else can I buy this man? he’s loaded.

*Now, I’m no Wine expert and nor do I have the money to buy any expensive ones but I think if I buy him something decent he’d greatly appreciate it.

*Also handmade gifts. ANY handmade gift would do it. Cards, knitted or crocheted items, all of it. He’d love them more if they WEREN’T perfect. Ik he has this OCD thing but think about it. 

*My theory is he creates these ugly sweaters for his brothers in order to get over his OCD. So something imperfect but etched with a ton of love would be adored by him.

James Bonde/ Irene Adler:

*Now this is a tricky one. If I met them when they were Irene Adler, something like a good perfume is what I would give. I know it isn't much but I feel like that their the type of person to like a good scent.

*But now that he is James Bonde I would give him a modern binder.

*it'll help him save a lot of time since he wouldn't have to use cloth bandages and I think it would also hurt less.

Should I do a part 2 for others?

Part 2

[maidensveil]

"Sweets"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑/𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍: Louis James Moriarty

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/they

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑: baker!reader, fem

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none [if there are, please do let me know]

William decided that he and his brothers to take a break after long days of work. They all were free to do on whatever they felt like doing.

Louis, however, just didn't know what to do. He wasn't that used to breaks. So he just spends his time cooking or running around doing errands.

"you really should take a break, Louis." Albert, his older brother suggested. "Yes you should Louis. It wouldn't hurt to rest even for a short period of time.” Said William.

“No, i’m quite fine. Its alright, you two dont really have to worry about me. I just feel the need to help around.”

The two did not respond but just gave each other looks before turning to their youngest brother, who opened the door which led to outside.

“I’ll just go and buy groceries.” Louis bid both of them farewell before exiting their home.

Louis did see a new bakery around the corner, so why not take a quick visit?

the sound of the bell that was just right above the entrance of the door chimed, signaling his arrival. The place was filled with the aroma of different types of sweets and pastries.

“Goodmorning good sir, how may i be of help today?” A beautiful lady, probably in her early or mid-twenties greeted him with glee. Oh and, Louis could not most certainly lie, the gorgeous woman before him was really enchanting to the eyes.

“O—oh, well um.. I was just merely walking around and couldn’t help but notice this new establishment.” He quickly answered, not wanting to make a fool out of himself.

“Oh, I see. Why dont you take a look at these pastries, maybe you’ll find one you’ll like?” She offered with a smile. “Oh, sure.”

Well, who could’ve had thought that ‘taking a quick visit to the bakery’ would’ve ended up taking longer than usual all because Louis had taken a fancy to one of the bakers?

Louis mouth curved a bit upwards when he heard [F/N] chuckle. “Do you mind if we meet up again? Well, if you’re not busy that is.” “I wouldnt mind. However, i’ll just check if i have the time too.”

[F/N] eyed the clock at the corner of the room. “Oh right.. i still have work to do. You should get going now, your brothers may be waiting for you?” She grinned.

“ah, right.” He said, snapping out of it. She giggled. “Zoning out again?” She sighed. “It was fun talking to you, Mr. Moriarty.”

“No need for last name basis, Ms. [L/N].”, said Louis. “Please just call me Louis.”

“alright, if that is how it’s gonna be, then just call me [F/N].” She smiled probably for the 100th time that day. He was certainly an interesting customer to say the most.

Louis left the bakery and returned to his home, with of course, few things he’s bought in order nit to draw suspicion from his older brothers.

His chest still beating.

..beating? Was beating that fast that whole time? Oh well, it doesnt matter now that Louis made a new acquaintance.

bonus ;

“Had fun at the bakery, Louis?” Albert playfully teased his brother. “B-brother?” Louis widened his eyes a bit, slightly confused and suprised, yet he knew this was coming.

“I see you had fun at the bakery, Louis. I dont entirely blame you though, she is quite a lovely lady.” Said William. “Just so you know, you both have my consent to your marriage.” Albert chuckled.

“brother!!”

ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ @aoizaraka . ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ.

ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ © 2023

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The textile syndicate

This story is a request and it won't feel as inclusive, since readers nationality is Indian. With that said, if you still want read this have fun :D

You instruct your servants the moment you get out of the carriage. “Alright everyone, unload everything.” They instantly take out all the wooden boxes, many of them adorned with intricate designs. You take one look at the garments inside  and give them a nod of approval.

‘Why did these Britishers hire me of all people? Surely they could find someone better’ You ponder.

But there is no time to waste. The grand Moriarty manor stands right in front of you. As you take a deep breath in, you put your right foot forward, officially entering the manor

“Moneypenny, do you want any style in particular?” Albert chimes. “Thank you for your concern, but I don’t know a thing about sarees.” With that, she crushes his chance for a conversation. To further show her discontent she puts a biscuit in her mouth, an indication she doesn’t want to talk further.

“Ah.” He grows silent. Albert doesn’t blame her for this behaviour. A mission to India takes at least two months of transport time. Obviously no person wishes to be trapped in a wooden hulled ship for that long. He quickly turns to William. “Brother, why did you call her out of all the saree producers?”

“Uhh…” William puts down his teacup. “No particular reason.” Albert’s eyebrows cross at his response.

“And you expect me to believe that lie? Please dear brother.” It was quite a peculiar situation, seeing the earl pout.

“There’s nothing to it really. Saree is an Indian garment, She’s Indian. Plus, she is the daughter of a well educated businessman.” He grabs a mini sandwich from the tiered cake stand

His reason was technically true. William put a lot of effort in finding you. After all, you’re a part of their mission. Y/n L/n hailed from a town called Kanchipuram, the Silk City of India. She had also spend 5 years of her teenage life in Dhaka, India, which is known for creating a very important fabric, Important because it plays a part in their mission.

“She’s here” Louis pops out of the doorframe of the tea room. “Great! Let's get to it.” With Albert’s command, the other two rise up.

Talking to your clients didn’t seem quite hard but what throws you off is the blonde man with the scar staring at you constantly. Although he has been helping your servants with the boxes, anytime this happens you start to talk with the other blonde haired red eyed man in the room.

“If it’s alright, may I ask why you want to purchase a saree in the first place? England's weather is not suitable for this in the first place.” A question lingers.

“My assistant is going to Calcutta on my behalf for a business trip. She would be attending a party behesting myself, so we thought it would be a nice idea to buy one.” Albert straightens up.

“Hmm…In that case I don’t think you should buy any of these sarees.”

This sentence rattles Moneypenny. “Why not?” She retorts a bit aggressively. ‘So all that browsing was for nothing?’ She thought. “You would be visiting a North-Indian household. My sarees are made in a south Indian style.”

That’s a good excuse. Truth to be told, you don’t want to sell your sarees to them. The Indians and nobles with no ties to the government have been your primary clients for…that fabric. Exposure of your work to high standing Britishers might scare your actual customers away.

“But Ms.L/n, you do have North-Indian styles in your inventory.” William speaks up. “Uhm I don’t.” You’re confused.

“Yes you do.”

“But I don’t???”

“Then what about the Dhakha Muslin?”

Oh no.

“The illegal fabric?” Moneypenny jumps from her seat.

Dhaka Muslin, an Indian made fabric banned by Britishers. Throughout history many famous figurines such as Marie Antoinette, Joséphine Bonaparte and even Jane Austen have worn and loved this Muslin. After colonisation, Dhaka Muslin became popular among female nobles, as it was a status symbol. However they didn’t know how to layer it properly. Dhaka Muslin is a transparent fabric, so thin some say it’s woven out of air. Without proper layering and pleating, wearing it can make you look naked. Thus, it was banned by Britishers. Weavers were forced to make garments out of cheaper fabric to get food on their table and cheap fabrics of England replaced this one quickly. All methods of reviving this fabric were almost gone until your father invested in the business. Even after being banned, the demand for the fabric still exists.

“This should get interesting.” Albert perks up.

“Excuse me Mr Moriarty but these are nothing but faulty accusations—” “Then what about this?” William shows you a piece of paper. A paper containing all the transactions with you and your previous clients. Worst of all, it’s written in your handwriting and has your signature.

Anger and fear blossoms upon your face.You knew it was a bad idea to be related to them. You knew Albert had ties with the military and yet you willingly signed up to this.

“Don’t worry Ms.Y/n, I don’t plan on showing this to the police.” Albert chums up.

What?

“Well that is if you comply.” William smiles and takes out a checkbook and a pen. “Dhaka Muslin is a highly sought after fabric in the black market.” He turns to his brother. “Did you know brother, it takes almost 16 steps to create it.” William continues writing. “That’s quite high.”

“Which is precisely why it’s hard to make. Even the cotton for it can only be grown on a specific land.” He looks at you.

“Overflood the market.” He swiftly tears off the check and hands it to you. “What are you planning?” You glare. “That is our business, you are in no place to ask for that. Should we want to reveal it, you’d know then.” Albert gets up from his seat and towers you. “We give you five months time to prepare and sell. If anything money related troubles you, call us.”

“Uh Lord Albert what about my saree?” Moneypenny looks up at the brothers as if nothing happened. “Just wear a gown. The party is hosted by an Englishman anyway” With that they leave the room, leaving you alone with the lady. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t even know they were planning something.” She gets going too.

“I should have expected this.” You drop the files on the table, creating a loud bang. Three months have passed by but you still don’t know why they’re doing this. The only reason you’re able to stand them is because of the pay. They’ve even overpaid you in some cases. But maybe, that should have been your second warning, another reminder to escape England. Today, Lord Albert Moriarty directly came to where the fabrics arrived and informed you the operation has to be done within a few weeks. You argued, bitterly, even shouting a few curse words in your mother tongue but his decision was final.

It’s odd timing that at the very same moment hundreds of buyers emerged for the muslin. From old-money manors to local tailors, everyone wants this fabric now. Police investigations have increased, leaving buyers at risk, but they still order.

“So much paperwork…” You mumble. This isn’t the time to complain. You grab a pen and start filling out the papers. Half an hour goes by and you can already feel the dark circles coming in. 

“A break would help you, you know?” Your head turns in a flash and your eyes lock in contact with the blonde man.

“L-Lord William! S-Sorry for the mess, please, do sit.” Your hands grab onto all the paper on the table and quickly arrange them. “Please, Liam is just fine.” William moves, standing opposite to you.

He had visited you a multitude of times in your office. Once when you expressed your displeasure to plain English tea, he brought some chinese tea cakes to try out. Ehne you both tried it the concentration of the brew from said tea leaves of cake was so strong, both of you spat it out. Ever since then, the two of you have become very attached to each other.

He stared at you for a few seconds. “Your hair.” He briskly pressed his fingers on top of your head, smoothening the abrasive hair. You quickly use both your palms to flatten it out. “Pardon me.”

“No, pardon me. That was very rude.” He looks to the ground and quickly pulls out a box. “For you.” he shys away.

Inside it was a luminous golden ring. “A Vanki ring.” You immediately pick it up. A Vanki ring is a ‘V’ shaped ring usually worn by daughters of high priests or kings. “A retired Colonel named Moran told me Indian women commonly wear gold jewelry so…there it is.” His mouth turns into a straight line. You figured gift giving was William’s way of showing love but this was beyond what you expected. Vanki rings are not commonly known jewelry and finding a goldsmith in Britain to craft one is even harder….

He actually looks kinda cute.

“I know my brother's demands seem unfair, but time is really not on our side. And I know, you’re still quite clueless on why this is happening to you.” Your eyes still linger on the red gemstones. “We don’t mean anything bad, w-well the true reason is—” William goes silent.

“Why are you wearing it there?” He almost pales from shock. “Wear the ring where?” “on your ring finger!” He panics. “Vanki rings are usually worn on the ring finger. Plus, why did you Englishmen name it the ring finger if its purpose wasn’t for holding a ring?”

“That—UGH!” He covers his face with his palm, trying to hide his blush. “In England we wear a ring on that finger to signify…”William’s voice trails off.

“To signify what?”

“NOTHING. Good day.” With that , he slams the door to your office and leaves.

“My little brother did what?” Albert chuckles. “Yes! And he didn’t even give me a proper reason. what does wearing a ring on the ring finger mean anyway?”

“Nothing of importance.” Albert smiles calmly. “Please forgive William, he doesn’t mean bad.”

It’s the day before you sell all your fabrics to the people. Only one more day before you cut ties with these gentlemen. Albert had invited you to discuss plans but it suddenly turned to him drinking wine. “Why not try some?” He shows you a bottle. “It’s vintage.”

“Oh no no.” You apologise. “I don’t drink.”

“Scared of some dried grape juice?”

“Well alcohol addiction does run in my family so yes.” You lean back. “I don’t think I can convince you any further.” He puts down the bottle. “Are you sure? About the alcohol addiction.”

“Oh yes very much. My father had it. It’s the main reason why I’m in England.” This peaks his curiosity.Albert waits for you to give him an answer.

“My father was a great man.” you slid back further. “He loved my mother, he loved me…He always made sure to put us first before anything.” Your eyes lingered on the wine glass. “When my relatives pestered on marrying me early, he was the one who stood up against them and gave me an education. Father taught me all there is to his business. No one could argue that he wasn’t a good businessman but…” Your voice lowered.

“But what?” Albert took a sip. “But he was casteist. You see, I come from a line of priests. In India, people would call me a ‘brahmin’. In my country, being a brahmin has a higher status than that of a king. He did believe our family were somewhat spiritually higher but he never discriminated against anyone until he took alcohol. I don’t know what exactly happened to his mind.”

“He mistreated our servants and the weavers working for us, calling them ‘untouchables’, giving customers different rates according to their birth and whatnot.” You sighed. “Even my mother had enough of him. Fights occurred a lot in the family ever since then.” Your voice hitched at the end.

“Then my mother left. She couldn’t handle him anymore.” You blinked rapidly to avoid tears. Albert noticed this and was ready to change the topic but you continued. “I wanted to leave him. But I didn’t have anything for myself. No money, no name. I was this close to giving up.” You gulped your saliva.

“Then I remembered I was one of the few people in my family who knew how to read and write English. I was also responsible for writing up contracts and had spare copies of everything. I even had the records of the illegal transactions. Being such a large amount, I took the files directly to the British officials in Dhaka. My father was arrested and the officers were very pleased with my confession. They decided to pardon me even though I was involved in the business. The officers gave me a heap of cash and told me to start a life anew. But, I just couldn’t leave the weavers. They were completely dependent on my father, that’s why they tolerated him in the first place. So I took the risk, hired them under me, set up a new area for business and came to England in the name of ‘expanding my business’. ” You close your eyes and lay back your head after the confession. No wonder why you were frightened to the core when William showed your records. You thought Karma caught up and was about to do the same thing you did to your dad. 

“I’m sorry for being emotional.” All you could do was stare down in shame.You told everything to a man you truly don’t know. You didn’t want to know what he was thinking of you at the moment. You were so caught up in ranting, you weren’t even sure you narrated the events correctly.

“No I’m sorry for making you talk about this…” SIlence suffocated the room. 

“You and I…Are not so different.” He smiles. “My father was a little like yours.” “Really?” “Yes. But minus the ‘great’ part and the ‘loving my mother’. Everything else is just the same.”

“Oh.” A small sound just left your lips. “I too did something drastic in order to get away from him.” You finally turn up your head to see him, and was greeted by something shocking. His eyes were red. So were his under eyes. He cried.

“Do you regret it?” You asked hesitantly. “Not much. But I wish he were a better man. It wouldn’t have come down to that if he had respected my wishes.”

Tranquility filled the room again. Abruptly Albert got up. “How about we go horse riding? That should ease both our minds.” 

“In the middle of the night?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Why not? Unconventional times always lead to great discoveries.” He grinned. 

“Come on then.” He holds out his hand for you to grab.

The stable was devoid of any person, field with nothing but hay and horses. “Why don’t we ride this one?” He points the black horse.

“Oh it’s alright I know how to ride horses, no need to go on the same one.” You look around. “I’ll ride the brown one.” You point at it.

“...Very well then.” Albert was disappointed. He takes out both of the horses. 

The blades of grass shimmer dimly at the moonlight. The wind blows cold, causing goosebumps around your arms even with a coat. Albert assists you in climbing your horse and climbs his with ease.

“I’m guessing your father used to take you on rides?” You nod to his question.

Both of you do a swift flick on the reins and the horses are out running. The seemingly cold wind feels warm to Albert after he hears your giggles.

As you further go down the field, the horse starts to go faster. Unbeknownst to you, the horse wasn’t properly trained. At one point you pull on its rein to stop it, but the untrained animal runs faster instead. It starts to jump, trying to push you off its back. Albert wasted no time to rush to your aid. “Y/n!!”

You try with all your might to stay on it, but finally it pushes you off, leaving you tumbling to the ground.

“Y/n!” He screams at the top of his lungs. At a panic, he tries to get off the horse while its moving, stumbling while running towards you. “Oh my goodness, are you alright?” You blink rapidly, seeing two versions of Albert.

“Can you hear me? Oh dear lord.” He quickly removes one of his gloves. “Forgive me for touching you without gloves but we must put your health above your reputation.” Albert uses his two fingers to check your pulse on your throat.

“You don’t seem injured in any manner but…Let’s get you a doctor.” Within a split second he lifts you up with ease, carrying you back to the manor.

“Is your ankle fine?” William passes you a slice of cake. You softly touch over the bandages of your leg. “It’s better than before.” You smile.

The mission was completed successfully. Apparently the reason why they needed to overflow the market was because a nobleman used slaves to enlargen his fabric empire. Your marketing had given them enough time to corner him to ‘settle the dispute’. You did want to ask why they did this but seeing the fact that they had money and power to take down such an elite man, you don’t think its best to ask. Infact, you feel queasy interacting with them now.

“Ms. Y/n.” Albert calls you. “You seem to be very passionate about reviving the fabric of your nation. Why don’t we continue this deal further? Let’s talk about this at dinner… just the two of us.” He tries to avoid eye contact.

You’re still oblivious to his advances. “Oh no thank you, I—”

“NO!” William shouts with unyielding determination. This situation was very unpleasant and unprecedented. Never did William guess that his own brother would be in love with his love. 

He has to do something now.

“Brother this is not possible…” He replies sternly. After regaining his composite he continues. “...Because I’ve already invested in her ‘business’.” 

“Oh and tell me, by what means did you ‘invest?”  His usually monotone voice takes a mocking turn.

William almost wants to laugh at his brother's behaviour. He had never seen him being so childish. “By using this” He gently picks up your hand and shows him the ring.

“I’ve heard Indian women wear gold as an investment.” He continues. “And I say, this is quite a steep investment.” He looks at his brother slyly.

“A ring on the finger means nothing if the other doesn’t understand its true meaning. ” He spat. “Besides, if you’re really ‘married’ to her, have you initiated anything???? Me and Y/n have already went horse riding…as spouses do.” He smirked.

Marriage??? They were trying to court you?

“Y/n.” Both of them call you at the same time.

Whom do you choose? 

#William#

#Albert#

#???????#

#?!?!?!!?!?#

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What I would Gift the Mtp characters if I met them Pt-2

Sherlock Holmes

➨I just KNOW he has broken at least 30 test tubes by pouring acid the incorrect way, just to see how the glass breaks.

➨But sadly, I like him as a character, so I’d gift him something encouraging his scientific pursuits.

➨I’d buy him beakers, test tubes and maybe a few mercury thermometers.

John Watson

➨He is a writer and a doctor. Of course the perfect gift would be a typewriter.

➨There’s no need for it to be fancy, but it needs to have a lot of utility.

➨The typewriter must have proper keys so that the keys type even with light pressure.

➨I’d also gift him a pen. Sometimes a writer needs to physically write to improve or get over writers block.

Zack Paterson

➨I’ll become his maid—

➨JK JK GUYS—

➨I wouldn't give any physical gift to him. Rather, I’d do some managing for his office.

➨Cleaning his desk, arranging his paperwork, dusting his bookshelf, y’know, that kind of stuff.

Sebastian Moran

➨As a person who frequently gambles, he loves a good deck of cards, especially ones that help him cheat.

➨But, i don’t think that habit of his is good for him on the long run…

➨So I’d buy him something else as a distraction. You know those cards with amazing illustrations and chromatic colours? Yeah i’d get him loads of that!

Moneypenny

➨A calculator. A basic one would do just fine.

➨As Albert’s assistant, I’m assuming she takes care of the MI6’s finance. Calculating large numbers on paper is too time consuming.

➨This gadget will be very helpful for her (Unless Von already made one or her)

Von Herder

➨If I’m correct, an engineer's most useful tool would be a screwdriver. So why not gift him one?

➨Being blind (I assume) it must be hard to get the little screws to perfectly align with the screwdriver’s head. Therefore, I would give him a magnetic one.

➨Of course, i’d also make sure it’s electric to fasten the process of making any invention.

Jack Renfield

➨Some fancy cigar for stress.

➨Idk what to comment, this old man prolly needs in right now considering his past.

➨Imagine Moran getting jealous that he didn’t receive this gift and tries to steal it, but Mr Renfield just casually knocks him out unconscious >.<

Mileveton

➨A slap

➨What? It’s not like he could track me. I’m from a parallel universe

➨But on a serious note, I’d gift him…The Moriarty brothers. 

➨So that they could kill him—

➨I didn’t even know i hated him until I started writing about him damm…

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Hi there, I just recently found you and saw that you were accepting requests :)

May I ask for Moriarty the Patriot characters with a brown designer reader who introduces them to this fabric called 'Dhaka Muslin'? You can also include some suggestive themes with her modelling for a new dress she made (That is if you want ofc)

I'm originally from Dhaka living in England for about a year now and I would love to see something like this!! 💞

I'm a new follower and I swear I'm gonna be loyal 🤩💞

IT'S DONE! SO SORRY I TOOK SUCH A LONG TIME TO COMPLETE IT!

IT'S RIGHT HERE!

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A new mtp fic coming soon!!

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Hi! Do you have any albert james moriarty fluff??

Well not exactly. I have a platonic mtp fanfic but that's about it 😅

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Have you ever heard of Moriarty the Patriot?

Oh yes I have, I've even written fics on it.

Please check my masterlist

[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??

[maidensveil]

☆“you’re no good for me, but, baby i want you.”

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—FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;

bsd, tr, mtp, tbhk, black butler, kny, death note & tpn

—CHARACTERS I’M CURRENTLY WRITING FOR [updates from time to time]

bsd - chuuya, dazai, kunikida, atsushi, kenji (plat.), ranpo, yosano, fyodor, nikolai, poe, ango, shibusawa, natsume

tr - mikey, chifuyu, baji, takemichi, hina, yuzuha, senju, draken, smiley

mtp - william, louis, albert, sherlock, james (bond)

tbhk - hanako, tsukasa, kou, teru, aoi (m&f), sakura

black butler - ciel, grell, vincent, sebastian, claude

kny - tanjiro, zenitsu, kanao, shinobu, giyuu, obanai, mitsuri, akaza

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no requesting of smut, however, I allow suggestive content.

being rude while req? np. request declined<3

only gn/nobinary or fem can be requested, (sorry, it’s just that I get rlly confused when writing male readers!)

au’s are fine as long as it isn’t medieval or p—rn star au.

poly relationships are fine [in fact I like writing it, lol.]

(EDIT: old post, don’t mind this cuz the info on this post don’t matter anymore lol)

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I'd totally be down to be patersons maid.

@viiper1

What I would Gift the Mtp characters if I met them Pt-2

Sherlock Holmes

➨I just KNOW he has broken at least 30 test tubes by pouring acid the incorrect way, just to see how the glass breaks.

➨But sadly, I like him as a character, so I’d gift him something encouraging his scientific pursuits.

➨I’d buy him beakers, test tubes and maybe a few mercury thermometers.

John Watson

➨He is a writer and a doctor. Of course the perfect gift would be a typewriter.

➨There’s no need for it to be fancy, but it needs to have a lot of utility.

➨The typewriter must have proper keys so that the keys type even with light pressure.

➨I’d also gift him a pen. Sometimes a writer needs to physically write to improve or get over writers block.

Zack Paterson

➨I’ll become his maid—

➨JK JK GUYS—

➨I wouldn't give any physical gift to him. Rather, I’d do some managing for his office.

➨Cleaning his desk, arranging his paperwork, dusting his bookshelf, y’know, that kind of stuff.

Sebastian Moran

➨As a person who frequently gambles, he loves a good deck of cards, especially ones that help him cheat.

➨But, i don’t think that habit of his is good for him on the long run…

➨So I’d buy him something else as a distraction. You know those cards with amazing illustrations and chromatic colours? Yeah i’d get him loads of that!

Moneypenny

➨A calculator. A basic one would do just fine.

➨As Albert’s assistant, I’m assuming she takes care of the MI6’s finance. Calculating large numbers on paper is too time consuming.

➨This gadget will be very helpful for her (Unless Von already made one or her)

Von Herder

➨If I’m correct, an engineer's most useful tool would be a screwdriver. So why not gift him one?

➨Being blind (I assume) it must be hard to get the little screws to perfectly align with the screwdriver’s head. Therefore, I would give him a magnetic one.

➨Of course, i’d also make sure it’s electric to fasten the process of making any invention.

Jack Renfield

➨Some fancy cigar for stress.

➨Idk what to comment, this old man prolly needs in right now considering his past.

➨Imagine Moran getting jealous that he didn’t receive this gift and tries to steal it, but Mr Renfield just casually knocks him out unconscious >.<

Mileveton

➨A slap

➨What? It’s not like he could track me. I’m from a parallel universe

➨But on a serious note, I’d gift him…The Moriarty brothers. 

➨So that they could kill him—

➨I didn’t even know i hated him until I started writing about him damm…