#sebastian moran x oc

[unbridledbrainrots]

A little treat for weary souls

Rating: Mature  Length: ~3k words Genre: Modern!AU, smut, slice of (married) life, fluff, romance Warning: Slowburn, consensual & unprotected sex, long foreplay, slightly rough at beginning but vanilla-ish towards ending, body image, size, (slight) praising, markings, fingering, spanking, breeding, and.... it’s supposed to be missionary but somehow she wanted it on top :D Pairing: Sebastian Moran (from Moriarty The Patriot)  x  OC (named Marjorie Reiss) Notes: Uhh, this is my first time writing explicit smut so spare me! Only little proofread, so so sooo sorry for unnoticed mistakes (my eyes t___t). May also contain inaccuracies. Oh... in case you’re wondering, Marjorie is an actress! And it’s actually for her birthday but I only finished it recently hoho~ happy (late) birthday, dear Marjorie! <3

Ever since the birth of their twins last November, Sebastian and Marjorie barely had their time together. Their eyebags got darker and heavier due to lack of sleep. Their usual banter gradually changed into words of comfort, warm cups of tea, and tender massages. So far, there was no major issue in taking care of their beloved newborns. They were just being too careful not to (accidentally) offend each other; moreover, Marjorie was still in her most sensitive phase—even sometimes Sebastian found her unconsciously weeping in her sleep.

One night, after tucking their children in bed, Sebastian joined Marjorie to watch a film together in the living room. They knew they would fall asleep in the middle of the film, but that was the least they could do to distract themselves at late night. 

“You forgot to cover them,” he said as he sat next to her.

“Ah—thanks,” she replied without shifting her gaze from the TV, still looking for any film they hadn’t watched yet. She just realised that she forgot to tuck them as soon as she finished feeding them; and it was no longer surprising for him.

Sebastian kept looking at his dearest wife. Set and unbothered. But he felt something wrong happened to her as he knew that she would, at least, take a glance whenever she talked to him. He already found the answer yet he still wanted to test her

“Marje?”

“Hm?” Marjorie reclined on the sofa as she finally picked the film. Then, she rested her head on his shoulder with her eyes stayed straight to the screen. 

“Are you okay?” His first question, and she shrugged it off. No, he wouldn’t stop asking her even though the film was showing its opening credit. The second question was invasive yet it hit the spot. “Did you read the comments, sweetheart?” She shushed him in a flash. Gotcha, he didn’t specify it, but her response was enough to confirm his speculation. Then, as he was about to throw the final question, she cut in with an unexpected answer.

“Can we—”

“Not with this body.”

Right, Marjorie had always been self-conscious about her postpartum body. And of course, Sebastian reassured her countlessly. In fact, he encouraged her to eat happily and not restrict herself on a certain diet until their babies grew into toddlers. However, as much as she tried to stay private about her life, she was still a subject in mainstream media; and thus, malicious comments were inevitable. Perhaps she accidentally saw one and it affected her mood throughout the night.

Regarding that last question, Sebastian actually was asking for her consent, but he didn’t intend to have sex with her; he was merely reaffirming his assumption. And somehow her hasty answer raised his brows in surprise. He hadn’t finished his question yet she directly refused it as if she knew the full question; moreover, she prolonged her answer dubiously instead of declining it with a simple “no.”

“But I haven’t finished it?” 

“Oh—” Marjorie rose from her rest and finally looked at him. A deep sigh came out from her mouth; she realised that she had unconsciously slipped her tongue. Deep down, she was craving for his touch indeed, but she was too reluctant to voice it. Her self-consciousness had made her slightly lose her usual self. 

Sebastian smiled then patted her head, “it’s okay. People are surely so mean over a harmless thing.” But all of a sudden, he leaned closer to her ear and teasingly whispered, “which is why I don’t get all those hatreds for simply being the hottest woman ever.” His breath tickled her ear, enough to make her flushed in embarrassment. Her hand quickly shut his mouth and pushed him away a bit. 

“B-Bash, that’s cringe!”

He quietly chuckled upon hearing her grumble; but the tease wouldn’t stop there. He then grabbed her hand that covered his mouth and kissed it, “I’m sorry, just please don’t push yourself too hard.” 

Marjorie frowned, “w-what?! What’s with this nonse—” 

A kiss successfully landed on her lips as he gently pulled her closer. It was a long and deep kiss that made her freeze. She secretly liked it as if his lips thawed her palisade of apprehension. However, as she tried to close her eyes to feel the kiss, he abruptly ended it, to which it disappointed her. She wanted more of him and, at last, she uttered it.

“Do it a-again,” she murmured. 

“Eh?” 

A green light? Well, Sebastian didn’t expect this outcome as mentioned before that he had no intention at all; but concurrently, he was relieved that she didn’t have to bottle up her feelings anymore. Honestly, he also had been holding his desire and kept waiting until she was fully ready. And after she explicitly gave him her consent, he finally made his move.

“Alright, I’ll be slow,” he took off her glasses and placed them on the coffee table. Then, his lips quickly locked hers; this time, it wasn’t one-sided. And it evolved into an explosion of their pent-up lust as every kiss they planted became deeper yet sloppier, with their respective tongues slid into each other’s mouth, allowing their excessive saliva to gloss their lips. They were out of breath, but their tongues wouldn’t stop tangling themselves for a mere dominance. Each pant filled the room and harmonised together with the neglected film. They could take it slow as what he promised, but they were too stubborn; they were truly longing for one another. 

He even prepared a pillow for her head before he laid her down gently. And now, she was in his confinement—a warm and comfy confinement. But not long after, she suddenly broke the kiss. 

“Hold on!” She said between her pants, “t-turn it off, we’re not watching it afterall.”

Sebastian looked at Marjorie and then he placed his hand on her chubby cheek, caressing it with his thumb. Her eyes slightly closed as if they told him that she was worn out, but there was a heap of lust behind that gaze. Her breath was still unsteady. And her lips were polished a little with a mix of their saliva. Somehow he felt guilty for pushing her to fulfill his ego despite her consent, but he knew she didn’t want this to end; and if they truly stopped, one possible scenario would be her sulking at him for days. 

No, they wouldn’t. And he pecked her lips before teasing her again, “why? Let it watch us instead.” 

Marjorie let out a loud gasp as Sebastian preyed on her neck in haste; licking, then nibbling down from her chin to neck, and some spots were sucked deeply to leave purplish marks on her skin. Ah… slow my arse! Her fingers already gripped his hair. His hand was busy unbuttoning her pyjamas; and when the last button finally parted from its hole, his forefinger brushed her hardened nipple in circular motion; all done while his mouth was still relishing her neck and collarbone. Her bitten lower lips slowly loosened into soft whimpers as he trailed his mouth down to her ample breast and immediately devoured it.

“Haa—ah! You said you’re going to be s—ahh, fuck!” One mouth bit then sucked, creating another mark near her areola; and his tongue licked that leaked milk before latching onto it like a baby. One hand fondled her vacant boob and occasionally titillated its nipple. She could be mad as hell because he made her as if she was his prey; besides, her breasts would be slightly hurt for the next feeding. Yet she loved this balanced combination of pain and pleasure, to the point that she almost yanked his hair. 

Seeing her squirming beneath his embrace had surely made him aroused. His penis slowly stuffed his briefs, and her knees unintentionally brushed his crotch. He enjoyed it; he really enjoyed the way she teased his dick like she begged for more. And of course, while he was latching, his hand that played with hers travelled down to her shorts. At first, it was merely a couple of presses to her covered vulva with his fingers, but his desire drove him to slide his whole hand under her undies and playfully caress her bare pussy. Her grip on his hair tightened, and somehow he wasn’t bothered with that. All she could utter was either a moan or cuss, or a mix of both; and for him, that was blissful music to his ears.

But suddenly, Sebastian stopped, leaving Marjorie whimpering in protest. “My, my, someone is so impatient tonight,” he teased her before he took off his tee and tossed it behind him, flaunting his god-like body, “that’d be selfish if you’re the only one who’s naked.” Again, he finished his sentence in such cheesy way that she could only whine as a response. As he was about to savour her lower body, she immediately covered it with her hands.

“No! Don’t look at it!”

He smiled; then he gently moved her hands to both sides, exposing her abdomen. Her pooch was still there although it had shrunk slightly compared to last month. Those stretch marks and linea nigra were also still there, adorning her belly with their lovely streaks. And down to her bikini line, the surgery scar was still visible; it was no longer red and itchy stripe, it was now just an obscure scar. He didn’t understand the unnecessary hate that she got for this body; no, he never understood. To him, who witnessed her whole journey, her current body was a medal for being the strongest fighter. 

“No, it’s beautiful,” he kissed every inch of her tummy, including her scar. Her fingers slowly combed his unruly hair as he was still tickling her with feathery kisses; somehow she was flattered by the compliment. 

Sebastian wasn't as rough as earlier. After he gave a final kiss to her surgery scar, he removed her shorts then undies gently. At first, he had an evil thought of marking her inner thighs but he immediately called off that idea; her upper body had already been stained with purplish marks, and he knew he would be pinched as an aftercare. 

And instead, he reassured her, “Marje, if it hurts, remember the safeword, okay?”

Ah, better late than never! Marjorie then nodded in reply. “Good girl,” Sebastian said before he lowered himself and slowly licked her vulva; firstly from the opening then up to the clitoris several times, then he swirled his tongue downwards into her vagina. She pulled his hair again, her moan was louder than before, and her thighs squeezed his head as he added one finger into her moistened pussy and slowly thrust it. Meanwhile, his tongue moved back to her clit, stimulating her with constant licking. 

“Bash, p-please—aahhh—” 

Two. Sebastian slid another finger and continued pushing those fingers inside out while his tongue was still arousing her clit. He felt her walls gradually swelled as he increased his pace slightly. And it was heaven for Marjorie: toes curled, thighs squeezed him further (even he had to part one of them so he could have a room for breathing), body squirmed, and head was thrown back to the pillow. She loved that sensation, that tingling and thrilling sensation. He definitely knew how to please her. 

She then felt the blood rush from head to toe as her cunt pulsated, wanting to pour out her juice, but she consciously held it. “It’s okay, don’t hold it, sweetheart,” he soothed her. Usually, he instructed her to keep it until he allowed her to cum; as for now, he didn’t want to force her. And a few seconds later, she exhaled a deep sigh as her cunt finally exuded its cum. He pulled out his fingers, licking them clean. 

However, just as he was about to reach inside his pocket, he froze; shit, he forgot to bring a condom! And the nearest place to get one was in their bedroom. Normally, he would pocket one in case of emergency. Roughly a year and a half absence had surely made him accustomed to sexless life—well, not necessarily off, they actually had it twice when her bump got bigger and both were unprotected. Or, perhaps, he got too carried away by the whole situation. Unfortunately, he had no choice but to excuse himself to get a sheath. 

“Marje?”

“Uhmmh?”

“Can I get—”

“No need to.” She knew it. 

“Maaarje…” He pleaded although it was useless.

She shook her head. And he only sighed; she was indeed that stubborn. 

“But, Bash…”

“Hm?”

“Can we sit?”

He suddenly chuckled, then he stretched his hands to help her, “as you wish, Your Marjesty.”

After Marjorie rose from the sofa, Sebastian quickly took off his pants as well as briefs underneath it, revealing his big and twitching cock, with his pre-cum coating its tip. Then, he reclined his back and pulled her closer. They stared at each other, exchanging weary yet lustful gazes. His fingers caressed her crotch, wiping off the remaining cum and using it to lubricate his erected dick. She positioned herself, and then she lowered her body, allowing his cock to penetrate her cunt. They both groaned in unison; her nails clawed his shoulder, his grip on her waist tightened, and now she finally straddled his lap. It was followed by a long silence for her to adjust herself; somehow, it still perfectly fitted in hers.

“You’re pretty. As always,” he broke the silence. Her cheeks reddened, her lips curved shyly into a smile; perhaps, he wanted to cool her down as he saw a slight nervousness in her face when she positioned herself. “Go ahead, sweetheart, don’t be shy,” he pecked her lips to comfort her again. 

Then, she started to move her hips up and down, carefully thrusting his penis.at slow pace. It had been a while since their last, so the first couple of thrusts were quite strange as she tried to find her own tempo back. As she already found her tempo, she sped up a little. Her lower body felt full, and the tingling sensation was still there. But she loved it; that was what had been missing in her for several months. She loved how big and thick his dick glided into her wet pussy. She loved how it grazed through her narrow canal. She loved how it perfectly hit her spot. She loved the way her muscles also rubbed it tenderly. She loved that it sent her to the cloud nine. 

And their tongues were slightly numb for emitting a word or two. Their minds were also in their sweetest chaos; they loved the feeling, but they were torn between moaning or talking. 

“A-ahh, ahh, ahmmh—! Am I—am I doing it well?” Marjorie asked him breathlessly. Her hand held his shoulder tightly, while another hand simultaneously fondled her own tit and teased its nipple to add more pleasure.

Sebastian spanked her arse; not that hard, it was merely a regular butt slap. “Very well—aahh—that’s it, honey. You’re doing it so well,” he held her waist as she hastened her pace, pushing his cock deeper until her cunt touched his base. “Fuckhh—” He threw his head to the back while his thumb was caressing her clit. 

Moans became growls; their noises filled the room together with the sound of slapping skins. All those sounds competed against the TV for being the loudest. And her thrust grew sloppier; his cock was fully coated with their pre-cums. “I’ll finish it,” he offered her to take over but she refused. He then felt a knot suddenly, “a-ahh—a-alright, together.” And perhaps she felt it too as she accelerated her thrust until her limit. 

He pulled her closer to his embrace as she slowed down. He squeezed her arse and gave a final push. And finally, they became one; their fluids melded together into something that warmed them inside. Their bodies were sticky from their own sweats. Their hot and heavy breath brushed each other’s skin, tickling their senses after cumming. Now their heads were lighter than earlier. He snuggled to her generous tits afterwards, while caressing her back. At the same time, she patted his head before giving him a kiss on his forehead. 

“As expected, you never lose your energy for th—aaack!” Sebastian yelped as he was about to liven up the atmosphere but Marjorie quickly interrupted with a hard pinch on his arm.

“Shut up! It’s unfair that you’re the only one who’s clean!” She scolded him. But she was right, the only mark he got was a gash caused by her nails; meanwhile, her torso was strewn with love marks. 

“Hm? Why, though? Am I forbidden to satisfy a birthday girl now?”

“H-huh?” She cupped his face, staring at him with her eyes full of confusion, “b-birth—day girl?!”

He lifted his brows in surprise while tucking her messy hair behind her ear, “you must be so exhausted that you forget your own birthday.” Then, he pecked her lips, again, to comfort her, “even I already took a leave for this day—”

“No, no, Bash, do you even remember today’s date?”

“I should be the one who asks this, sweetheart. Hold on,” he stretched one arm to reach her phone and immediately showed the screen to her. He was correct; it was two in the morning now, on the tenth day of May. 

“Ah—”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay to be forgetful, just like I forgot to pocket a—”

She covered his mouth with her hand, preventing him from saying something nonsensical again. She then leaned her head closer to him and whispered, “shall we do it again?”

Under her palm, his lips curved into a smirk. His mind was definitely tickled. He slowly shifted her hand from his mouth, demolishing the barrier between them. 

“You naughty kitten.”

However, as they were a centimeter closer to aggressively kiss each other, a mewl roared from their bedroom. They paused awkwardly for a moment. Alright, time to take care of the twins again! 

“Well, I guess… next time?” Sebastian calmed Marjorie while giggling.

“Next time?”

He confidently nodded, “next time.”

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[renx01]

Out of Sight - Part 5

General idea: Moriarty is your boss. After he helped you out of a precarious situation when you were still a minor, you started working for him. Now, he has a new job for you. Get close to the Holmes brothers to keep an eye on them for him. Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Reader  & Jim Moriarty/Reader Fandom: BBC Sherlock Word count: 2006

Masterlist

The show was interesting to say the least, but you were happy when you finally managed to return to your flat. Keeping Sherlock from constantly over-explaining the acts to Sarah, who only got closer to John as the show continued. At some point Sherlock disappeared backstage, only reappearing by crashing into the auditorium with a warlord on top of him. John shooting out to help him as the audience scattered, you take Sarah out of the room. You’re followed by the two men, not too far behind you. 

On the way to the police station, Sherlock explains what he had been doing behind the scenes. He’d found the yellow paint moments before he’d been attacked by the warlord. He also notes that he had seen a tattoo on the bottom of the foot of one of the performers, with it matching the ones they’d seen on the victims. You mostly just nod and enquire about what the seal looks like. ‘It’s a seal with a lotus of some sort.’ Sherlock had said. Upon your arrival at the nearest police station, you’re met by an officer you haven’t seen before. Sherlock quickly explains to him what happened, noting that you’d been followed out of the venue. The officer puts it into the system before sending you away, saying he isn’t able to do much more at the moment. 

The four of you leave and head back to Baker Street, where John decides you should probably have some food. Not wanting to be a part of John’s date for much longer, you tell them you’re quite tired and before heading downstairs to your own flat. Not too long after, you hear the front door open, you suppose for their food delivery. You turn to your kettle to start boiling some water, but you stop midway through the motion because you hear shuffling and something drop. That’s unusual. You put down the kettle and walk to your door, opening it as quietly as possible. When you look around the corner, you see a man dressed in black quietly shuffling down the stairs with John, who you’re pretty sure is unconscious, thrown over his shoulder. Quickly, you close the door. Had it not been for you having to lay low and you’d have helped him then and there, but you supposed Sherlock would find out soon enough and go look for his companion. You turn on the kettle and message Jim.

You should reel them in, they just kidnapped John and his date. I assume they think he’s Sherlock or something. Will probably have to help SH and intercept. -S

As the water starts to come to a boil, you quickly change in some more comfortable, black clothes. Something that doesn’t look too suspicious given what you usually wear, but will help you manoeuvre around without too making much sound. You also grab one of your (many) guns and put it in one of your somewhat hidden pockets, where it’s easy to reach but hard to find if you don’t know it’s there. The kettle finally boils and you make yourself a cuppa. Upon taking the first sip, you hear multiple heavy and somewhat frantic knocks at your door. ‘I’m on my way.’ You put down the cup and open the door, where you’re met by the consulting detective himself. He looks quite panicked, which in a way you had expected, just not to this extent, meaning his weakness for John is much bigger than Jim (or Mycroft for that matter) had anticipated. ‘John’s gone. I’m certain that he’s been taken by the murderer and by extension the criminal network we’ve been investigating.’ Nodding, you grab your coat and join him, heading outside as quickly as possible.

‘Sherlock, I suggest you go in and I help from the shadows. You’re an amazing distraction and then I’ll be able to get John and Sarah out from the shadows.’ He nods, agreeing that it’d probably be the best plan of action. And so, that’s what the two of you do when you go in. John and Sarah are bound to separate chairs with rope about five feet from each other. While John has a gun pointed at him, Sarah is unfortunate enough to have a balasta pointed at her. John does look somewhat worried, Sarah on the other hand looks frightened and like she’s about to lose it. Given that she probably hasn’t been in such a situation, it makes sense, and any sensible human being would probably react like she is. Being the drama-queen he is, Sherlock waltzes in as if he owns the place, ridiculing that they hadn’t realised they had the wrong person entirely. Still, the ballista is slowly getting closer to being fired at the woman. It’s unclear to you what exactly happens, but one moment Sherlock’s trying to untie Sarah, and the next he’s been caught by some sort of a rope, forcing him away. ‘For god’s sake, he can’t do anything on his own, can he?’ You whisper to yourself before shooting in the shoulder of the man that’s trapping the detective. After which you immediately sprint to the ballista and point it towards one of Shen’s other henchmen, since it’s about to fire. It does so, and pierces the man through his chest. You take the opportunity of the confusion that ensues to run to John and cut the ropes. Sherlock does the same for Sarah. However, when you look up, Shen is gone.

The following day you contact Sebastian while you’re on your run. It isn’t that you see him or anything, you just leave him a codified message for him to find while you’re at the park for your daily run. The response follows in the form of a text message as you’re making your daily morning coffee. 

We dealt with it, you don’t have to worry about them anymore. -SM

You suppose he was the one to “deal with” them last night. 

I’d hope so. It really was a bit of a pain and entirely unnecessary. -S

Rather than getting a text back, he calls you.

‘Hello?’ His voice sounds low, as if he doesn’t want to alarm someone of his presence. ‘Hi, hope you’re alright.’ ‘Yes, yes, don’t worry about me.’ He pauses before continuing. ‘Jim’s pretty mad about the situation, he’ll probably contact you to apologise at some point soon.’ You sigh. ‘Will he? He isn’t one to apologise generally speaking. No matter, tell him to make sure the camera’s aren’t working wherever we meet up. The eldest Holmes seems to be keeping an eye on me. Probably wants to gauge if I’m trustworthy.’ You take a sip of your coffee before getting out your laptop. It’s one you usually use for purposes related to your actual job. Jim’s had it encrypted so that even the best systems the government uses can’t get into it. ‘I’ll let him know.’ As you’re typing in your password, he speaks up again, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled momentarily. ‘You know I do miss you, you know that right?’ You’re scrolling past a few documents, so you only make a noise that confirms you do. ‘We both miss you. The penthouse feels a bit empty. You were barely back and had to leave again…’ Jim rents a penthouse with enough rooms for all of you to live comfortably while still having your own space. The three of you have always been pretty close, with you and Seb being Jim’s closest confidantes, having been there pretty much from the beginning. And it’s true, you’d barely been back in England and Jim had sent you off, not even being able to stay in the penthouse you’d usually call home. Still, it was mostly you and Seb there, with Jim being at his estate most of the time to take care of business without being bothered too much. ‘I miss you guys too, but we both know it’s necessary.’ ‘You’re right, I’m just being sentimental.’ He sighs. ‘Don’t be, you know it’s a form of weakness.’ That last sentence comes out a bit harsher than you’d hoped, but it is the motto most go by in your profession. ‘We’ll meet again soon, I have to go now.’ You say as you hear someone walking down the steps, probably John based on the sound of it. ‘Yeah, soon Spike.’ He says before ending the call.

When you check for the caller ID, you see that there isn’t one. Not that it really mattered, this isn’t the phone you use to contact anyone you interact with on this mission. You have several phones you keep on you, two of them basically at all times. This one in particular is a blackberry, very much contrary to the iPhone you use on the daily to keep up appearances of you being a regular person that works at the Yard. A knock at your door has you going into action. Quickly, you close and put away your laptop before grabbing your cup of coffee and (somewhat) casually walking to and opening the door. As expected, it’s John. ‘Hello John, good morning.’ He looks up slightly as you open the door, since you’re about an inch and a half taller than him. ‘Good morning Charlie. I wanted to thank you for last night. You really helped us out there.’ You smile at him. ‘No problem at all, you were in a bit of a pickle and I suppose friends help in such situations.’ Friends. It’s a term you hadn’t used with him yet, but you guessed that he probably sees you in that way, so using the term could only strengthen that feeling. ‘Still, it was a lot; quite dangerous as well.’ The look you give him is nothing short of unimpressed. ‘John, I work at Scotland Yard, I’ve been in worse situations. Despite what you might think because of my current role, I’ve had basic training and been out in the field multiple times.’ He looks a bit surprised. ‘Do you want some coffee perhaps? It’s Saturday so I don’t have anywhere to go and I just made a pot.’ You step aside to invite him in. ‘Sure.’ He steps inside and you close the door behind him. You gesture for him to have a seat at your kitchen table. ‘I do hope I didn’t ruin your date with Sarah last night.’ He laughs. ‘Oh you didn’t ruin it. I think we both know Sherlock’s the one that was behind that.’ ‘About that, you are correct. Though maybe I should’ve expected where we were going and stopped him.’ You hand him his cup of coffee and sit down opposite of him. By the sounds of it, he doesn’t sound too worried about the entire situation. ‘So why do you tolerate it, John?’ ‘What do you mean? Tolerate what?’ Surely he knows what you’re talking about but just doesn’t want to admit it immediately. ‘Tolerate Sherlock ruining your dates, taking over your life and social life. All that sort of stuff.’ You make eye contact with him as you glance over your cup. ‘He does not take over my life Charlie.’ He deflects a little bit too quickly. ‘If you say so.’ You take another sip. ‘Well anyway, how is Sarah? Is she doing okay after yesterday evening?’ John stayed for about an hour before heading back upstairs, saying he’d promised the consulting detective to go on a case with him. From your conversation it became clear that John cares for Sherlock as well, though you aren’t certain whether he really knows that himself yet. You didn’t care, but you’re sure Jim will use it to his advantage.

That afternoon you decided you’d probably need to go to the shops again, realising that you didn’t have much food in your pantry. You went out not too long after in order to go get it, but you were stopped by a sleek black car pulling up next to you and stopping. Mycroft.

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Okay so I have this pet peeve. Basically I HATE italic font on books, but I've been getting over it recently. Point is I'm writing an MTP fic which differentiates the dialogues and third person narrative using italic font. Since I had this ick I wonder whether others have it and whether i should use it now.

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DIRECTORY: F1 Drivers x Filipino OFCs by AGENDABYMOONER (UPDATED)

AHHH !!! Apparently I made too much Filo OCs (there’s never too much but for some it maybe a lot?). So why not make a little character directory based on the Formula One drivers I’ve written about?

(I am not Filipino baiting I promise 🥲 I make a lot of Filipino OCs because I too am a Filipino)

This is done alphabetically btw. By surnames :) enjoy xx

CHARLES LECLERC (CL16)

LOUELLA LOURDES VILLAR: A Filipino celebrity who met Charles when she moved to Monaco to pursue her masters. Arthur, Charles' brother, calls the two of them "homie hoppers."

"slut", smau: charles' ex trashed his new girlfriend a while ago, but too bad he wasn't really into the thought of making music with anyone but lou villar.

PATO O'WARD (PO29)

DIWA J. ARELLANO: McLaren F1 team's admin who works to constantly slander and support Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris. Also a bit besotted.

caught 'em lacking, smau: diwa arellano is mclaren f1's social media admin. so what if her constant teasing of oscar bites her in the ass and accidentally posts something that could potentially compromise her job? meanwhile, lando and oscar laugh at her demise while pato finds it endearing.

SERGIO PEREZ (SP11)

CARMELLA AYALA PEREZ: Checo’s Miss Universe wife who represented the Philippines!

she's beauty, she's grace, smau: in which carmella ayala perez, the miss universe 2018 winner, tied the knot with checo after their five years of relationship and the birth of their second child.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

TALA MORAN: Daniel Ricciardo's partner that he accidentally exposed as his to the public.

leaked, smau: daniel ricciardo is a borderline blabbermouth.

OSCAR PIASTRI (OP81)

PALOMA SAN PEDRO: Oscar was a victim of Jollibee obsession introduction because he’s so in love with her. She’s also Carlos Sainz’s cousin-in-law.

jollibee, madrid and all that romantic fiasco, smau: paloma san pedro is carlos sainz's cousin-in-law who also introduced oscar to his newly found filipino fast food chain addiction. safe to say that he bought a ticket last minute just so he can obsess over her, too.

live tweets, japan and all that romance fiasco, smau: how oscar's podium win in the japanese gp led to the revelation of his relationship with carlos sainz's in-law, paloma. lesson learned: just call her "pal" then she'll spill the tea for the both of you easily (f, h)

lucky charms, qatar and all that romance fiasco, smau: oscar is quite a forgetful guy, he forgot to mention to carlos, his future in-law, that paloma was his sprint lucky charm. (f)

long distance, england and all that romance fiasco, smau: paloma moved to england a year after enduring a long distance relationship with oscar.

CARLOS SAINZ (CS55)

MAGDALENA SAN PEDRO SAINZ: Married to a Ferrari driver. A bit unhinged and as equally millennial as Carlos. Apparently her marriage with him calls for reparations lol.

ride home, smau: the ferrari driver accidentally outed himself as a married man, so mona magdalena sainz stepped in to say hi to his loyal fans. (f, g, h) (extra)

dear, smau: nobody loved each other more than magda and carlos sainz. OR a series of tweets in which magda and carlos never took each other seriously. (h)

pag-ibig, traducido (love, translated), fic: no matter what cultural context and backstories, magda and carlos' souls were entwined into one all thanks to the languages of love that they shared. OR times when the spanish and filipino defined their love in many languages. (f) ♡

MICK SCHUMACHER (MS47)

BARBIE BLANCO: Sebastian Vettel’s adoptive daughter that Mick practically grew up with.

she's everything... and he's just mick, smau: barbara 'barbie' blanco is the vettel family's foster child that gradually turned to kimi vettel's nanny and mick's crush? (f, g)

"besties", smau: everyone swore that mick and barbie are more than "babysitting pardners" (f)

who is kenough, smau: mick nearly took the piss from arthur leclerc after the posts that the monegasque had of barbie. too bad, mick was already hers before arthur could even try. (feat. arthur leclerc)

kenergy unfolded, fic: written version of who is kenough OR arthur leclerc was only scheming just so mick could do something about revealing his relationship with barbie. ♡

the vibing allan and the reluctant ken, smau: for mick, there are only two words to describe his girlfriend's best friend arthur: a headache. OR arthur leclerc is a third wheel that mick always get on a fight with. thankfully, barbie had fair experiences with boys who are petulant and childish at times (kimi and seb)

extra - barbie and the schuminis

mick multiplied, socmed snapshot: girl dad!mick that's all

the little schuminis, fic: 4 times when mick showed his devotion + 1 time his devotion paid off

YUKI TSUNODA (YT22)

PIA ELLIS: An indie singer who also happens to be Yuki’s much shorter girlfriend.

line without a hook, smau: pia ellis misses her mystery bf that everyone thought to be her delusions. it turns out he's a formula one driver who definitely misses her too.

chaos family, socmed snapshot: yuki is a dad to the little mini yukis known as hana and shin.

SEBASTIAN VETTEL (SV5)

BEL VETTEL: A socialite from Philippines who’s married to the kindest human to have ever existed. Also a mother to Seb’s kids (including Barbie Blanco).

crazy rich wife, smau: everyone (some twitter account) wonders where the recently retired german driver had gone to after the 2022 season. thank god for bel vettel, his fans now know that he’s still alive and is being spoiled and pampered by his wife. (f, g)

sweet spoiled husband (+ son), smau: mick schumacher is a grown man that both bel and seb treat like their own child. (f, g)

sweet spoiled schatzi, smau: bel and seb introduce the newest addition to their little family, and mick seems to love kimi vettel as much as a godfather loves his godchild. (f)

sweet little similarities, smau: bel and everyone could tell that kimi vettel was becoming more like his father, sebastian's, carbon copy as days went on. (f, g, h)

sebastian and sons (and soufflés), fic: day in the life of a retired sebastian vettel, featuring his kids kimi and barbie (and a nervous mick). (f)

sweetest spoiled sons, smau: sebastian was a father to not only two- but THREE kids. OR stefan vettel is the newest addition in the vettel household after years of trying and it's safe to say that everyone welcomed this news with open arms. (f)

crazy rich and famous, smau: the vettel couple stepped up to address the scrutiny that their children faced OR sebastian activated his instagram account just so he could show his masterpiece: photographs that he took of his wife for their anniversary.

seb's best girl, scenarios (x daughter!ofc)

Summary: Sebastian Vettel understood the downfalls of infertility just by being there for his wife. What he didn’t know, however, was that his life would drastically change when their foster daughter, Barbie Blanco, was put into their care. OR, what made Sebastian the best father figure to a teenager who had nobody but herself. 

one, enter barbie: fifteen-year-old barbie blanco thought that meeting new people was intimidating, and sebastian learned that making her comfortable in her new home was a responsibility he should uphold as her father figure.

two, meeting mick in malaysia: barbie was brought to her first race ever and had met her newest best friends there. it was obvious that she and mick schumacher would get stuck to the hips after their first meeting.

[discodreaming]

HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!

you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!

please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.

this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!

please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.

you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.

all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn

all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!

this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.

* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5

however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!

or even just hanging out with your friends!

characters i will write for right now:

note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!

if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!

bold = characters I've played before

one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

[corn-fanfiction]

quam amiterre ludum (losing the game) James Moriarty x OC

Chapter Four: inventum

Chapter Three

Description: Anora is given five days. Anora was recruited.

They decide fairly quickly that it would be best to not allow Anora into the interrogation. For one, it seems that her mere presence infuriates Moran. Second, that fury would surely lead to cutting Anora to the quick. No, it will be Holmes and Lestrade in the room with Watson listening in. Anora is given the day.

She returns to her flat, smaller than the last one and that one smaller than the one before. She sorts through yesterday's post and her hand freezes on an envelope clearly signed by her landlord. She doesn't need to open it to know what it says but she does anyway. 

Failure to deliver agreed upon fees and additional fines. Lease terminated and eviction expected within a week of post.

She checks the envelope, which is in fact posted from two days ago, limiting her time to five days until she has to find somewhere new to live. Anora considers visiting the bank to consider her full options but decides against it for now. She needs to study for her classes. That's the wisest way to spend her time.

Anora decides to sit in the library, because there she doesn't have to think about losing another home, or Sebastian Moran across town, likely not giving up a word of information. Her finger glides across the page under the words. She's been working to improve her words per minute. Her free hand fiddles with her locket which hangs between her neck and the table. But then…then she stops. 

It isn't fair. It isn't fair how she can't seem to extract him even though he's gone. Not dead, apparently, but gone from her life.

Until they find him, that is.

Anora unclasps the chain and lays the locket in her palm. It's big, a cameo of a tree against gold. It's the most expensive thing she owns. Really, the only expensive thing. Not that it matters much. She pries the locket open with her thumbnail. Inside are the last photos of Joseph and her parents. The one of her parents was taken well before the shipwreck but Joseph's is only a few days before his death, and she can tell now that she knows what to look for. He's thinner than ever and showing physical signs of fatigue. But he's smiling. 

It isn't fair that this is all she has left. This, and her mind, her memories. And she can't treasure the locket the way she used to. Not without thinking of him.

She makes a decision. She closes the locket and tucks it in the pocket of her trousers. Without it, her hands are free and fidgety, but she can finally focus.

-

They were coming upon their first term paper and Anora was a nervous wreck. She'd taken Professor Moriarty's words to heart and occasionally chose questions during lecture she knew her peers would easily be able to answer. Then, to compensate her own pride, she'd ask something only someone like Lucius or Adam, who sat down the aisle, could answer.

Sometimes, she managed questions only Moriarty could answer. Those were her favorite moments, even more than when she answered his own queries successfully. She didn't have the words to explain it at the time, but she liked the way it made her feel. 

After class, the day before the end of term, Lucius caught her in the hallway. 

“Leeds! How familiar are you with the end of term prank?”

Anora adjusted her bag over her shoulder.

“Not at all, though the name gives it away. What are you up to?”

“Well, Adam, Whitson and I have plotted something for Professor Moriarty. Harmless, don't worry. We're going to rig some ink to explode on him in the teachers lounge but…we could use your help. You're a bit thinner than us and to hang the balloon we need to get into the crawl space. I don't know if you'll fit, but you've got a better chance than us.”

“Oh, I'm not sure…”

“Don't worry! It's tradition. They'll practically be waiting for it.”

As she tossed it back and forth in her head, Adam and Whitson caught up to them.

“Did he say yes?”

“Will he do it?”

“I don't know. Will you, Leeds?”

Anora looked between the three young men. She wanted to say no, to go study and mind her business, but more than that she wanted to secure her place among the ranks. Doing this would lose her some social capital with Moriarty but surely further douse any potential suspicions of her fraud. Social capital she could recover. Being scrutinized would be much more difficult.

“Fine. Yes, that sounds fine. I like being a part of things.”

She tried not to sound so mechanical about it but she doubted they cared much. They walked to the lounge, the room at the end of the mathematics wing, at the end of a hallway, right before the walkway. Adam produced a key, no doubt he'd swiped it from an absent minded professor or aide, and unlocked the door. 

Except, when the door opened and Anora stepped inside, someone shoved her, yanked her bag from her shoulder, and shut the door.

Immediately, Anora spun around and banged on the door with her fists. At first she thought it had to have been a mistake, but the smell of ammonia and the stuffiness of the room told her all the needed to know. She was in a supply cupboard. If there was a practical joke being planned, this was it.

“What's going on? Lucius? Adam! Open the door!”

“We thought maybe you could use some cooling off since you've been on such a hot winning streak. Take time to relax, huff some chemicals, and the custodial staff will let you out around five in the morning!”

She panicked further once their laughter began to die with distance. She beat and beat and beat against the door to no avail. She was trapped with no light, no books, and no way to write a term paper.

Anora decided it was her own fault for not starting the paper sooner as if that made the situation any better. She felt around the small closet, trying desperately to find anything that could help her escape. Brooms, mops, turpentine and paint cans. 

First, she tried to strip the wire from anything she could, likely ruining a lot in the process. It wasn't a workman's closet so there were no hammer or wrenches. She tried the doorknob but it locked from the outside, likely because the room wasn't built for trapped students to escape.

She tried to wire to slip through the crack of the door, maybe to unlock it from the outside but it didn't fit. She tried yelling for help, but she slowly began to realize that the amonia smelled off, that the brooms and mops were covered in dust, and that the doorknob practically screeched with each turn. They hadn't only locked her in a closer, but they'd locked her in an abandoned one. 

Anora wracked her memory for any that she saw maintenance down this way before. Even if this closet was out of use, there had to have been more in the hall. They boys mentioned custodial staff, which meant that someone would have to hear her eventually. But not until the morning.

She couldn't get out, and panicking more would do her no good. So, Anora sat with her back to the door, closed her eyes, and wrote a paper in her head.

She was awake all night on the off chance someone passed the door but to no avail. It wasn't until early morning that she heard the jingling of keys outside and she cried out in a hoarse voice. Some rattling later and the door opened and she fell out into the hall. The custodian tried to help her up, to question her but she scrambled herself to her feet and bolted down the hall to the lecture hall. Outside the door lay her bookbag.

Anora had no time to be furious. She snatched up her bag and ran to the library, slid into a chair, opened her notebook, and began to write.

She skipped her science class. She had to have reread her paper twenty times, marking it, then rewriting it. After the second rewrite, it became second nature. 

The campus clocktower began to chime noon so Anora gathered her books and slipped her final paper into her folio. She trudged into Moriarty's lecture hall, handed the aide her paper, and took a seat towards the back. She knew she'd fall asleep, so she didn't want to be obvious when she did it.

Lucius and Adam gave her smug looks and condescending waves as they sat down. She didn't have the energy to glare at them and express the rage she felt. 

Moriarty greeted the class, made a comment about the papers, then began. Anora did everything she could to keep her head up but it was a ninety minute class and she probably fell asleep fifteen minutes in. She didn't wake up until the lecture hall door opened and students began to file out. 

“How was your night?” Lucius asked from down the steps. Anora fought a yawn and stood. 

“Sleepless, and yet I'm sure I submitted a better paper than you two put together.”

Lucius and Adam laughed. “Only time will tell, Leeds. Maybe a nap would do you some good!”

The boys took to the lecture hall floor and complemented Moriarty on his lecture, likely to make Anora feel even worse. She was the last in the room, which was unintentional, especially since she did not want to be confronted by her professor.

“Mister Leeds, a moment.”

Anora halted by the door and turned, her palms sweating. She realized at that moment that she left her bag in the library and her school books weighed down her arms. Yet, she pulled them close to her chest and turned to address Professor Moriarty.

“Yes, professor?”

He clasped his hands behind his back and strode casually to the chalkboard.

“You fell asleep during my lecture. There really was no place to sit where I wouldn't notice. Especially after we had such an insightful conversation about being in the middle.”

A prick of sweat gathered and dripped down Anora’s back. She cleared her throat.

“I nodded off. I apologize, it won't happen again.”

He gave her a look of blank consideration. He sounded much different than he had before. He was becoming an impossible man to read and that bothered Anora.

“You didn't sleep last night. Why?”

She was taken aback by the forwardness of the question and its demanding nature and tried not to show it, but the blinking that accompanied her processing of that question likely gave her away.

“I was finishing my paper, sir.”

“Was it worth it?”

Anora chuckled to alleviate the anxiety growing within her gut.

“I hope so.”

Professor Moriarty began to erase the board.

“How old are you, Mr. Leeds?”

Anora bit her tongue to hold the honest answer. “Thirty, sir.”

“You've got over ten years on most of your peers.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why did you enter the program so late?”

That was when the truth- or half a truth, began to take an honest form.

“I had to take care of my family.”

“Family?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And did you?”

She hesitated.

“Did I what?”

“Take care of them.”

“They're dead sir. But I took care of them to the end.”

The professor took care to finish with the board before turning back to Anora, whose arms were growing tired. She adjusted her grasp and this caught his eye.

“Set those down for a moment.”

She did, and wiped her sweaty palms on her trousers. Moriarty began to pace the room again.

“It's unusual when a man of thirty stays up all night past the point of sleeping and attends a lecture at noon without so much as a hint of a shadow on his face.”

Anora tried not to recoil at his astute observation but it couldn't be helped. Surely he didn't know. She stuttered out an answer.

“I made time to shave.”

He grew closer.

“You don't use aftershave? Cologne?”

“Sir, is there a particular reason you're interrogating me on my hygiene?”

He smirked. It was quickly becoming a signature, where he showed a few of his teeth. Anora was beginning to wonder if that was supposed to serve as an intimidation tactic. If so, it was effective.

“I'm impressed you've gotten along this far.”

She swallowed thickly.

“In your class?”

She knew he didn't mean the class. He began to roam around the room.

“In this school. Clearly you knew you'd have a better chance by lying. Who was Joseph?”

Her heart plummeted. So, this was it. She had known it was a possibility to be discovered but she didn't think it would happen this soon.

She considered his question once her mind cleared the fog it brought along with it. There was no use pretending now.

“My brother, sir.”

“And what you said about your family…?”

“True. All dead.”

He hummed. “My condolences.”

Anora squeezed her eyes shut as the conversation and lack of sleep made her dizzy. “What gave me away?”

The professor turned back to her and sighed, raising his eyebrows as if he didn't know where to begin.

“A number of things which on their own are innocuous but together can spell danger for someone trying to camouflage themselves. Are you wearing a necklace?”

Anora looked down to make sure it was tucked away properly. He approached her again.

“No, it's not showing. When you answer a question during class you go to fidget with it, but I expect it's too feminine so you divert your attention elsewhere: your nails. Which brings me to my second observation.” Suddenly and with deft movement, he took her hands in his, considering them. The action made her freeze. “Your nails are too short. You cut them as far as you can yet most young men don't pay that much attention so you still see slivers of white on theirs.” Anora pulled her hands away, moving more subtly than the yank she fought the urge to use. The professor cleared his throat and took a moment, as if he recognized his own strange behavior. “Your chest bindings are too tight. I often see you stalling in the staircase to catch your breath, usually around the third landing. The putty that you use on your earlobes to conceal where you've had piercings tends to peel in warmer weather. These are things likely no one notices when they're not looking.”

Anora searched his eyes. “But you are.”

“Yes.”

“Why? I'm one in hundreds. Why bother looking so closely?”

He drew away yet again and moved to the window.

“You'd be wise to pay closer attention to your details, Mr. Leeds. You're good, but if I've noticed then it's only a matter of time before someone else does.”

“Are you going to report me?”

He took too long to respond for Anora's liking but she could tell he was thinking. His fingers flicked against each other where he held his hands behind his back.

“That depends.”

“On?”

“You're here on a scholarship, correct?”

Her responses were beginning to grow more hesitant with each question he asked. “Yes.”

“A scholarship, no family…where does your money come from?”

The audacity of the question stunned Anora. “I- it's not something that I-”

“I apologize for being so blunt but I have another class in ten minutes so I don't want to waste time. I've recently had the position of an assistant vacated. I thought I could do without it but it's rather…delicate work. It takes a certain sort of person.”

Her breath began to grow shallow, her voice quieter. Like she was afraid of the sound. “What sort of person?”

“Someone quick, quiet. Discreet. And a friendly face doesn't hurt.”

His eyes scanned her features quickly but she still noticed. His description of the job began to take hold on her and she realized why he was being so coy.

“Illegal?”

He sat at his desk and steepled his fingers together. 

“Highly, on occasion. In return, I shall do everything in my power to ensure you graduate the program. I will assuage any concerns should they arise and personally see to it that you have a job by the time you leave this school.”

Anora moved for her necklace, then remembered herself, so she went to pick at her nails, then stopped herself again. She dropped her hands at her sides and steeled herself against the knowledge that he had watched the whole ordeal.

“What if I say no?”

He didn't move, but something in his face changed, if only in minute detail. A twitch, or maybe it was his eyes. Whatever the tell, the purpose was clear to Anora. He hadn't expected her to ask.

“We can help each other,” he replied. The response was measured and steady and careful in such a way that he didn't need to really answer her question.

“But if I were to say no…?”

His silence spoke volumes. She cleared her throat. She thought of the help he was offering, and the threats hidden within his words. She weighed the risks. Anora knew that there really was no choice.

“When would I start?”

“When I need you to. Which will likely be soon. I'll let you know.”

Anora stood stock still, waiting for him to say more. He was flipping through a book, then looked at her again.

“You may go.”

“Oh. Alright.”

Anora gathered her books despite the fact that the weight made her feel as though her arms would be pulled from their sockets.

“One moment, I forgot to ask. Your name.”

“Anora, sir.”

“Anora. Carry on.”

Anora made for the door, but paused, and turned back. Perhaps it was the fatigue, but she was feeling emboldened.

“Two things. One, I don't wear bindings. I'm asthmatic. That's why I have to pause on the steps. Secondly, you didn't forget to ask my name, you waited to see if I would give it of my own volition and I didn't. I wouldn't have.”

Moriarty watched her, raised a brow but without moving his mouth. A smile could have meant amusement or condescension but now she had neither. Once she realized he was finished with the conversation, Anora finally left the room. She retrieved her bag and made for home, content to fully forget the conversation for now, or what her new job may entail, and opted for a full day of sleep instead.

[unbridledbrainrots]

Home is (never) far away

Rating: Restricted  Length: ~1,4k words Genre: Canon-divergence, angst, a little comfort in the middle Pairing: Sebastian Moran (from Moriarty The Patriot)  x  OC (named Emmanuelle “Emma” Rousseau/Greta) Notes: Back again with my project hohoho~ this one is set before the entente on chapter 60... oh definitely breaking the rules of historical accuracy, proofread as always but maybe some things left unnoticed, also... there’s (implied) mention of William in the middle of the story. Enjoy! P.S. Please listen to Taylor Dayne’s Love Will Lead You Back to enhance the experience.

The stool shrieked as the four legs rubbed the old wooden floor backwards. A woman perched on that pulled seat, and let herself lost in her own thoughts of which liquor should she drink. The pub was relatively crowded since it was late afternoon. And in a few hours, there would be a reception party at the nearby hotel—in which Emmanuelle Rousseau was assigned there to assist one of the ambassadors in an agreement between two longtime rivals; hence, she still had time to sneak out awhile. 

“Do you have brandy?” That was very out of the blue from her who regularly savoured white wine in a pub whenever she was on her own. Perhaps she was tense these past days due to heightened workload, so she needed a quick and easy escape through today’s choice. 

“Sure, in seconds.”

Emma smiled as the bartender served her order in a snifter, “thanks.” Then her hands cupped the glass, letting the warmth from her body seeped into the liquor. Coming back to London after three years made her mind suddenly reminiscing past memories in the country, be it on or off duty. First sip to quench her stress, she pictured herself lying down on a mattress of grass then thanking God for a clear sky full of glittering stars. Second sip to numb her senses, all those files pressed her head yet her eyes had to read them. And the third to—

“Whiskey. On the rocks, please.” That lifeless voice harmonised with a loud screech from the pulled stool beside her. And the next sequence was a pure idiocy: Emma unconsciously shifted her gaze from her brandy to the newcomer, and that person also did the same as if he knew the previous sound surprised his neighbour. Time froze for them; and their minds were full of cuss and blame, even noisier than the pub itself. 

Sebastian Moran and Emmanuelle Rousseau were staring at each other awkwardly and they loathed themselves for it. They never expected their forgotten memories simply arose from the dusty tombs—and it was all because of their foolishness! Shit, they shouldn’t be too responsive to a slight noise. And then the ordered liquors somehow became bland, maybe sour when touching the respective tongues. But they had to clean their rowdy minds first so they still swallowed that to refrain themselves from breaking down. Oh, how funny! They were professionals who had been hiding their true identities from each other, and on top of that their relationship was strictly sexual; but why did they behave as if they were ex-lovers? Did they finally admit that they had crossed the line by chance?

At least, there was a big relief between those curses—they were still alive, although their appearances were like two different worlds. Emma, in his eyes, looked refined as she was supposed to be: well-dressed with a thin layer of makeup and dark rouge on her lips to enhance her beauty. However, for her, Moran seemed like he lost his will to live, probably a few steps closer as a living corpse. His cheekbones indicated a slight loss in his weight, his lower jaw was full of stubble, yet the unfinished revenge she used to see in his eyes came back along with the usual melancholy he bore on his shoulders. 

Moran finally sat on the stool, thus making him lost in the staring contest. Emma tightened her grip on the glass before she gulped the remaining brandy in a flash—and none of them realised that they drank their own booze in unison. Silence. A thorny silence. Their lips puckered, reluctant to greet each other, or perhaps they were settling their minds first.

“How are you?”

“How’s life?”

Again, they looked at one another. And they tittered afterwards; at last the tension between them had cooled down a little. 

“I’m good,” Emma replied. 

“So, your little sister has fully recovered, then?”

“Ah—” Emma was slightly taken aback by his question, but she managed to keep her composure and nodded in reply. Moran knew she lied about the answer, even the whole excuse from three years ago was also a lie. Her face said it all! But he couldn’t be angry at her. No, he wouldn’t do that to her, never; and it was all in the past. Moreover, just to see her once again was enough—and she was like a glimmer in the gloom for him. 

“I’m happy to hear that.” 

Emma merely smiled then looked down on the table. Everything she wanted to utter was swallowed to her throat; she truly had no courage to ask him back, seeing him miserable somehow made her heart burnt for the second time. Her forefinger danced on that solid wood, enough to distract her for a while. 

Then, Moran exhaled deeply soon after he finished his shot. And much to her surprise, he leaned his head on her shoulder. Emma remained silent but she felt the weight of his crumbled world pressing her skin, so close to tear it apart. If he wanted to cry, let him be—she kept that thought in her mind; she didn’t care if one side of her red overcoat became darker as maybe she was the only solace he had. 

“Stay. I have nowhere to go.”

“Don’t you have a home, sir?”

“I’ve lost him.”

Sometimes silence was the best response Emma could do, but she stretched her arm to tenderly caress his head as she leaned her head closer, giving him reassurance as best as she could.

“You’ll find your home soon.”

“No—” Moran whimpered. His arms confined her waist as he snuggled closer to her neck. Then a loud snivel deafened Emma slightly, yet her fingers kept brushing his tousled black hair as if his cry never bothered her. “Don’t worry, you’re home even if it’s for a while,” she mouthed those words cowardly, she simply didn’t want him to know because she thought her gesture was enough to comfort him. Five, ten, fifteen, she occasionally looked at the longcase clock near the bar counter; she still had time. 

No, twenty. Time’s up! Emma reluctantly tapped his shoulder and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Moran arose from her shoulder and sat straight on his stool. She smiled wistfully as she took out her hanky to wipe his face gently. At this point, she wished she could stay longer with him, even just for a chat, but she still had a duty to perform. And deep down, his heart shattered as she returned the hanky back to her pocket. He finally realised that he yearned for her, yet ironically all he could say was an impossible plea to be fulfilled. 

“Why can’t you stay longer?”

“I’m sorry,” Emma apologised again, “I have something important to do, Mr. Moran.”

Moran only sniggered. Ah, now he understood everything about her; no wonder she had been a great liar since day one, no wonder she refused to exchange some words, no wonder she completely distanced herself from him afterwards, it was a perfect disguise executed by a brilliant actress. All of their memories flashed through his eyes. He was a fool, a fool that took him three years to perceive her true colours. And the stubbornness in him still wanted her closer—no, not as a potential enemy, but as a friend to share stories. 

“Right, go—”

“I have to go,” Emma took out some money and placed it on the table, “ah, bills on me! Say it’s a treat for a regular though it’s too late.” She ended her sentence with a beam on her face; and that smile might be something Moran would hate for the rest of his life. As she got up from her seat, he grabbed her wrist.

“Can we—can I write a letter to you, Greta?” Moran knew her name wasn’t Greta but that was all he got from her. 

“You’re such a strong-willed person, sir. But still, the absolute answer is no.” Of course, Emma would decline it again; at least, their relationship finally received a closure—it was all over before it could begin. 

Moran slowly loosened his grip, “well, I guess… good luck, dear.” He then looked at her with a forced smile. He had to let go of her again, and for the last time. “Thanks,” Emma bowed at him before she walked away from the pub. And he could only watch her slowly disappearing into the early twilight.

[findroleplay]

Hello! Please call me Nexus or Zy. I am in my 20s, I write in 3rd POV and can do couple of sentences but this depends on how many lines my roleplay partner could write. As for what I am looking for a roleplay partner they must be 19+ years of age we may chat in discord or tumblr messages either is fine as well as roleplay in any of these two. My replies could sometimes be late and take a week to make mainly because there are some school works that I need to do before making the roleplay. I am in college and would sometimes be on tumblr to reply to messages or just read though I am always up for plotting! 

I do OC X OC & CC X OC. I cannot do CC X CC just getting it out there, I am in multiple fandoms and they would be listed below alphabetically then followed by love interest from most to least preferred. I also have a couple of storylines for OC X OCs and even for Fandom Roleplays! I am fine with NSFW but I prefer if we let the roleplay flow naturally instead of forcing it. If the scenario feels like it would turn that direction then we go towards that direction. Also please if you want some angst do tell me in advance, my brain often gets shortcircuit if you throw me a random angst that I wasn’t aware of. I am also fine with roleplay partners who do not want to have any NSFW in the roleplay.

Anyways here are my fandoms! If you are interested please drop me a message or interact with this!

ANIME

ATTACK ON TITAN

OC X OC

BALANCE UNLIMITED 

Kambe Daisuke

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

Kunikida Doppo

DR. STONE

Ishigami Senku 

Kinro

DURARARA

Heiwajima Shizuo

FIRE FORCE

Takehisa Hinawa

FREE!

Tachibana Makoto

HAIKYUU

Tsukishima Kei

Kuroo Tetsurou

Ukai Keishin

Bokuto Kotaro

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Gojo Satoru

Fushiguro Megumi

KUROKO NO BASUKE

Aomine Daiki

Taiga Kagami

MORIARTY THE PATRIOT

Sebastian Moran

SERAPH OF THE END

Guren Ichinose

Kimizuki Shiho

Crowley

GAMES

A3! 

Hyodo Juza

Chigasaki Itaru

DANGANRONPA

Byakuya Togami

Sonia Nevermind

GENSHIN IMPACT

Zhongli

Eula

Al Haitham

Kokomi

Itto

Jean

Ayato

Diluc

Thoma

Kaeya

Yelan

Lisa

Ganyu

OVERWATCH

Kiriko

MOVIES

DESCENDANTS

Evie 

Jane

OC X OC

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Minho

TV SHOW

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Chandler Bing

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

MISCELLANIOUS

OC X OC

Can play as a male or female.

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[theghostedmagpie]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

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I got a photo of my two favourite guys who seem all calm and happy for once, after a small complaint about the tshirts I bought them.

Just need to share proof that they're not all completely terrifying. - Magpie

[femboykyo]

When I write sad scenes I don't cry often but writing a scene where Juniper could be dying and Sherliam are sad and panicked had me balling like a baby as I wrote it😭😭

[aztecbrujeria]

James Bonde (Moriarty the Patriot) x OC Intro

*Introducing my MTP OC: Magdalena Caballero-Calixto, Mexican American Bandida on the run from both countries; having been in Poncho Villa’s band of outlaws. A true Outlaw who landed in London as a haven, who stays with the Gypsie's and works in the underground canals for them. Sharpshooter with any gun, gives Sebastian Moran a run for his money when she’s faster than Billy the Kid, excellent skills in hand-to-hand combat, and excellent in using her sexuality for intel. James has run into her many times and worked once before the Moriarty brother’s. Pansexual, polyamorous, independent, woman. *

Characters: James Bonde

SFW/NSFW Warning: M/F, Shooting, Violence, mentions of death, some implied racism against OC, Kissing...I think that’s it 

 Word Count: 1.2K

Chapter One: Across the Pond

She was crouched behind a drum of whiskey, she could feel the cold fog against her copper skin from the canals, “Mierda! This was supposed to be an easy exchange, pinché cabróns!” Magdalena screamed at the Irishmen and Scotsman that were shooting back at the assailant. They could only keep the return fire at bay, “Cover me!” Magdalena stood up and ran towards the firing shots. She felt the bullets whiz by her, bobbing and weaving behind crates and drums, she was close enough to see an opening finally. As the return fire stalled, from reloads she thought to herself, she brushed her hat off letting it hang around her throat as she stood and walked into the open, “Oye! Okay, okay, you got me...Soló soy una mujer...I am, but a woman, I can’t possibly be that good of a shot.” Feigning innocence she waited until two men popped out from their cover, she smiled wickedly at them, “Gotcha!” Faster than Billy the Kid she drew her two pistols on her hips and hit them square in the head. When she heard the heavy bodies drop like flies, she reholstered her pistols and began to walk toward the assailants.

The only sound echoing off the cobblestone and mortar from the canal was her spurs and rubbing of the leather chaps she wore. When she saw the victims of her wicked accuracy, she signaled for the two gypsies it was clear, “Oi! Get the goods, hurry before La Doña notices we’ve been gone too long and comes for us!” Once the boat was loaded and she bid the boys adieu she took her earned pocket and walked toward the seedier part of the city so she could get a drink. When she reached the pub, she entered and immediately got looks from the men, “Oi! Who let this feather in!” Magdalena tipped her hat up, she stood at five feet, wearing a duster, a vest over her white cotton shirt hugged her exactly right, bound breasts, pants held up with a large belt with leather chaps, and hip holsters. She realized she stood out in London, especially underground, but she didn’t care she was on the run from the American and Mexican governments. She gave the room a deadly glare and moved her duster behind her pistols so they could see she was serious, “I’m here to drink, puto, I’m not here to start trouble.” She walked, spurs echoing off the room, towards the bar, “I’ll take a whiskey and some of your bread.” She reached into her vest and pulled out the money, making sure to leave extra, “I canna give ya a clean glass lass, we dinna do that fer feathers.” She smiled sweetly at the barkeep, “Fine...Give me a damned glass of whiskey, double then, and bread.” The room stayed silent as the barkeep poured her whiskey in a dirty glass and gave her a chunk of dried bread. Once she received her glass and meal, she headed to the secluded seat in the back away from the crowd. 

She took her duster and hat off, men eyed her exotic looks, as her thick braids fell forward and framed her high cheekbones, “A feather huh?” She just ignored the man trying to make conversation, “You’re a long way from home I’d say.” If only you knew...to damned wet here...not enough space... “Yo soy Mexicana...Debría estar de vuelta en mi país, pero...I’m here now...Qué quieres?” She constantly went back and forth between the two languages so she could avoid unwanted attention. The man behind her got up to stand in front of her when she saw who it was. She looked at him in a perfectly tailored suit and slicked back hair knowing she’d see him again. She immediately smiled wide, continuing to drink her whiskey, “Ay, Jaime, I haven’t seen you in sometime...What are you doing here?” Magdalena set her glass down and motioned for the blonde-haired man to sit across from her. “Malena, it’s so nice to see you, still know how to enter an establishment I see...Ever the true outlaw.” She smiled and looked at the man with hungry chocolate eyes, “Yo recuerdo la última vez que te vi, te fuiste primero.” She knew James understood her and didn’t want to switch and only thought of how the man before her had made her cry his name, “But, I digress, what do you need Jaime?” He reached across the table and took her small hand, “Malena, my current boss, Mr. Moriarty would like to bring you on to the team.” Her eyes widened, she knew that name, “Jaime, did you forget last time, I have the bullet scar to prove I paid my way en sangre.” He brought her hand up and kissed the back of her hand, rubbing circles into her dark skin, “You know, they don’t like to see a white man with a feather, though I am not one, es muy peligroso.” This didn’t stop Magdalena from reaching for her whiskey glass and letting him continue with touching her, “James...what’s the pay? You know my price, now that I know who it is... When do I meet with Mr. Moriarty?” James smiled against her skin and inhaled the scent of leather and gunpowder before chuckling softly.

“I knew you wouldn’t say no... Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” Magdalena thought hard for a moment, finishing her whiskey, “No I don’t just with my usual, the gypsies have talked about getting me a caravan of my own, but until then... No, I usually find a warm space.” James looked up into her eyes knowing full well it was with another woman or man, “You’ll come with me then, you can get a hot bath, and sleep in my bed, maybe some clean clothes.” Magdalena sat back into her chair while popping the last bit of stale bread into her mouth, “You got comida?” Earning a laugh from the man in front of her, “Yeah, I’ve got plenty...We’re actually staying with the Moriarty’s, so you’ll see them in the morning...they’ve been expecting you.” Magdalena sat forward as she reached for her duster and hat, standing in front of the man, “What are you waiting for? Vamos.” She took James’ chin in her hand to take his lips with her own, sliding her tongue across the softness of him, earning entrance into his mouth letting him taste the whiskey on her tongue. She opened her deadly eyes towards the patrons of the pub, tongues and teeth still mashing together, and smiled against his lips seeing the disdain from the men in the seedy place. She broke the kiss, still holding onto his chin, “We’ve got an audience.” She put her hat on and walked toward the door into the alley with James following behind. 

[bellamer]

Kill For You (Albert James Moriarty x OC)

"You want to do what ?" Estelle asked in disbelief as she watched Albert James Moriarty smile that damn smile of his.

"I want to court you to a ball." He said, smiling as if there was nothing controversial about his statement. "You never go to events."

"That's because I'm never invited." Estelle said, rolling her eyes. "And you know why."

"You never leave this house unless it's to meet with me or my brothers and most of the time that's work." Albert said, grabbing her hand. "I assure you that no one will bother you and if they do, I will make them regret it." The eldest Moriarty turned on his charm and kissed her hand, knowing that it would fluster her. "Just humor me."

Estelle groaned and looked away so that he wouldn't be able to see how flustered he made her. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"I absolutely hate it when you do that." She said. "Fine. I'll go. But if I don't like it, I'm leaving and you cannot ask me to go anywhere else and it's not my fault if you stop getting invited to things."

"As you wish." Albert grinned.

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(Estelle's Ball Attire)

"Oh my lady, you look absolutely ravishing this evening !" Albert complimented, helping Estelle into the carriage.

"Don't call me 'your lady', we're not courting each other, you're forcing me to go to a ball that I don't want to go to, Mr Moriarty." Estelle huffed.

"Always so formal, I told you that you can call me Albert." The male said, holding her hand in his.

"You never told me who's ball this is in the first place." Estelle said.

"Viscount Edward Edevane." Albert answered. Estelle scoffed.

"As if he'd even let me inside !" She said. "You are absolutely mad."

"He'll let you in if you're with me." Albert said. "You're my lady for the evening and I intend to have you by my side tonight."

"You are truly something else." Estelle said as the carriage stopped.

"It looks like we've arrived." Albert said, exiting the carriage, his arm linked with Estelle's as the headed to the front door, where a butler stood, obviously to greet guests. Albert held out his invitation to the Butler. The Butler shot a glare at Estelle.

"Where is your invitation ?" He asked quite snootily.

"My invitation told me to bring a plus one and Lady Estelle Moreau is my plus one." Albert said. "Are we going to have a problem ?" He asked, rather darkly.

"Of course not my lord." The Butler said quickly. "Let me show you to the ballroom and announce your arrival." He said, leading the pair.

"I told you that this was a bad idea." Estelle said, shooting a glare at Albert.

"Oh hush, the night has just started." Albert said. Estelle started at the older Moriarty brother. He was strange to her from the moment they met. She wouldn't admit it but she was absolutely captivated by him. She wasn't sure if his behavior was genuine or if we was secretly manipulating her, so she kept a distance from his affections.

"Now announcing the arrival of Lord Albert James Moriarty and his lady, Lady Estelle Moreau !" The Butler yelled into the ballroom. Everyone stopped to stare at the two. Estelle heard visible gasps and even saw jaws drop. Yet Albert remained unphased by the entire situation. He only smiled and walked, to get some champagne from a nearby table, handing Estelle a glass. As she went to take a sip, she heard whispers.

"I hope the Viscount plans to throw that glass away."

"How could someone like Lord Moriarty bring someone like that here ?"

"How could it just touch Lord Moriarty like that ?!?"

"The Viscount better have it thrown out before it ruins the party."

"Lord Moriarty knows better than to bring his servants."

"Ugh, I'd rather have a commoner here than one of them."

Estelle felt her hand shake. Tears started to well in her eyes but she blinked them away. They wouldn't have the satisfaction of seeing her cry. 'Damn this ball, damn this party, damn these people and damn Al-' Her internal rant was cut off by Albert unlinking his arm from hers and wrapping his arm around her waist. Estelle almost audibly gasped along with their spectators. Albert set his empty champagne glass down and took Estelle's half drunk one.

"May I ?" Albert asked before taking a sip from the part of the glass Estelle sipped from before putting it down. Estelle swore she heard a woman faint.

"What is your plan, Albert ?" She asked, squinting her eyes at him. "Was your goal just to use me as a shock prop ?"

"No, definitely not." Albert said "I want you to have a lovely night. You are human too after all. I'm treating you like any other lady I've courted to these things but I want to court you and call you mine, to show you a great time and that I will never be afraid to show you off as mine to the public because of who you are. We all bleed red, you've said it yourself, but my heart bleeds for you."

Estelle swore her heart was going to burst out of her chest. Damn that charming bastard. Why did he have to do this here and now ? Albert snapped her out of her thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking, what did you say ?" Estelle apologized, looking at the elder Moriarty.

"That's one of the things that I love about you.You're always thinking" He grinned. "I asked you if you wanted to dance, you do know how to dance, right ?"

"No one ever taught me how." Estelle said. "No man has ever offered to waltz with me. I did learn how to tango on a trip to Argentina a year ago. My teacher was a wonderful man."

"Well, I'll have you know, that despite Will being the teacher in the family, I make an excellent dance teacher." Albert said. "Come. Let's go to the dance floor."

He led her to the dance floor. It was almost as if the crowd separated automatically, not wanting to even breathe near Estelle. Even some of the people on the dance floor stopped waltzing to move away.

"Follow my lead and only pay attention to me." Albert said, wrapping an arm around her waist while taking her hand. Estelle instinctively wrapped an arm around his shoulder, as they slowly began to waltz. It didn't take long for her to get the hang of it.

"Are you sure that you've never waltzed before ?" Albert asked. "You're surprisingly good at this."

"I told you that I learned how to tango in Argentina. This is like a less passionate tango." Estelle answered.

"You must teach me to tango sometime." Albert hummed.

"If you can keep up, then I'd be glad to." She gave a small but brief smile. Albert lit up inside. If only he could make her smile even brighter. If everything would go as planned tonight, he'd see a smile on her face.

"Lord Moriarty, what is the meaning of this ?!?" A voice boomed. Estelle and Albert stopped waltzing to see none other than Viscount Edward Edevane himself. Albert feigned ignorance.

"What do you mean ?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Oh you know what I mean ! How dare you bring one of those into my home !" The Viscount snapped.

"She is my lady and I would prefer it if you would refrain speaking about her in such an I'll manner." Albert said, glaring at the Viscount. The Viscount scoffed.

"You refer to that thing as lady ? Don't make me laugh !" He spat. "It is nothing more than an animal ! It's like painting lipstick on a pig !" He laughed. Albert squeezed Estelle's hand rather tightly. He watched as the Viscount laughed until his face turned red. He then noticed that the Viscount gripped his chest and started wheezing. A few people ran to attend to the Viscount.

"We need a doctor ! Is anyone here a doctor ?!?"

"My lady here is a doctor but I doubt that the Viscount wants her treating him, after all, he said she's nothing more than an animal so we'll just be on our way." Albert said, doing his best to hide his cruel smile. He looked towards Estelle, her eyes widening as the Viscount let out a sickening wheeze before collapsing, limp on the ground. He was dead. Albert escorted Estelle out, the stunned partygoers just standing in shock.

"Okay, out with it, what did you do ?" Estelle asked, seeing Louis pull up in the carriage, opening the door for the both of them. Estelle greeted Louis before getting into the carriage.

"The Viscount was on blood thinners." Albert simply said, sitting next to her. "And when I helped you when you were running medicine the other day, you informed one of your patients to not consume much vitamin K and greens while on blood thinners because it will cause clots. From sources, I found out that he was on the same blood thinners. Earlier today, I had Louis make a quiche with spinach, kale and all sorts of leafy greens and send it over to the Viscount's as a gift and Fred, disguised as one of the Viscount's servants, saw that he ate every bite because our dear Viscount was quite the gluttonous man. It canceled out his blood thinners and caused clots, resulting in a heart attack."

Estelle glared at him. Albert bit his lip, thinking that she was upset with him, until she started laughing so loudly that it could wake the dead. He'd never heard her laugh before but here she was, before him, laughing to tears. She stopped to breathe.

"Albert, you are something else !" She said. "You took a one off comment about medication and devised a whole plan ! You Moriartys are wonderful !" She sighed, calming down, but still grinning. "Tell me that you didn't do this for me ?"

"I did it mostly for you, despite the fact that the Viscount was already one of our targets." Albert said. "To show you that my feelings for you are serious."

"I'd never had a man kill for me before." She said. "I hope you know that I'm impressed with your dedication."

"Will you allow me to officially court you now ?" He asked, holding her hands. The carriage stopped and Louis, opened the door.

"We've arrived at your home, Lady Estelle." Louis said, helping her out of the carriage, as Albert followed her, walking her to her door like the gentleman he was.

"You're a man after my heart, Albert, and clearly you'd do anything to have it, doing the most outrageous things that would have most kicked out of high society." She said with a smirk. "And I can't pretend that I don't feel the same way about you for much longer, so my answer is yes."

Albert grinned.

"I hope you know that you've made me a very happy man." Albert said.

"I hope you know that you've made me a very happy woman." Estelle smiled. "I do believe that we will make quite the pair."