#von herder x y/n

[ranposbabe]

The Blindfold Stays On!

pairing: von herder x fem!reader

summary: herder just likes to prove you wrong :(

warning: smut, unprotected sex!!!, herder himself is a warning tbh

“Who’s there ?” Herder calls out as he remains seated working on a gun Moran had once again broken.

“It’s me ! It’s y/n !” You reply, practically breathless as you walk down the steps that led you to the German engineer.

With his back turned to you, you couldn’t see the slight smirk upon his lips.

Of course he knew it was you. By now, Von knew what exactly your steps sounded like . He could tell the difference between everyone in the manors steps yet every time he asked for confirmation you would always assure him that it was you. He knew. He just liked how you forgot every time. It was a little joke of his.

“Ugh ! Von I’m so tired !” You groan, stretching out your arms to soothe the tightness you felt throughout your body.

As you walk straight over to where Von worked at his desk, you couldn’t help but peer over his shoulder to see what he was working on at such a late hour.

As you would of guessed. It was a weapon. “Ha ! You’re tired ?” Von blatantly laughed, continuing on with his work as if you weren’t even there.

“Louis sent me away !” You as Von would put it dramatically sigh, sitting down on the blond’s right knee despite there being a chair right beside him. “I thought Louis was doing paperwork upstairs so what exactly are you doing down here ?”

He doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist while still continuing to work on the gun.

“He was and everyone else is busy so there’s nothing to do that’ll even wear me out since you don’t even think I’m tired !” You roll your eyes, noticing how Vons pace doesn’t become slower despite now only using one hand. However you weren’t surprised as Von was always skilled when it came to using his fingers.

“I know what will wear you out.” He whispers in your ear, his long fingers slightly digging into your side that makes you instantly rubbing your thighs together.

Despite the fact that he’s wearing the blindfold you could tell by the outlines it’s barely gave that his brows were raised when he spoke with such lust evident in his tone.

Suddenly, Herder swiftly pushed aside the tools left on his desk and in one motion he effortlessly shifted you onto the table before him. As he stood over you instinctively you wrapped your arm loosely around his shoulders as the blonds height was surely intimidating. As if he understood your next move he didn’t hesitate to then hoist you up and walk away from his station. “Von !” You gasp, your legs wrap around his waist as the material of your skirt natural begins to hike up. A smirk is upon Herders lip due to the sensation of your warm skin against his suit pants, his hands instantly are under your thighs messaging the shown. skin knowing that more was soon to be exposed.

Despite only walking for a short amount of time to make his way to his room it’s obvious that Von knows how to handle you even as he opens the door and lays you down onto the bed he has you clinging to him like you’re made of porcelain but with his confidence and skills your complete trust is in him. He knows how to care for your body. He knows every spot as if you were one of his inventions. His property.

As you laid down on the soft sheets you couldn’t help stare up at him as he stood

slowly but surely removing his blazer and unbuttoning his shirt as he knew your eyes would remain on him and him only. “Still tired ?” He asks with a hint of playfulness in his tone. “I think I have a bit of energy left.” You nod, somewhat distracting as your eyes roam over his figure as his alongside your clothes become discarded onto the floor. “You won’t after this.”

Herder uses his hands everyday so of course it would come to an advantage. It doesn’t take long until two of his long fingers are rather deep pumping inside your wet cunt. With only two fingers inside there was a part of you that hoped he wouldn’t add another as just his fingers alone were making you feel so full.

Of course that part of you died down rather quickly.

You practically almost hit your head off the headboard as Von inserts a third finger as you contemplate the fact whether you may rip in half due to not only the size of his fingers inside you but you swear you feel the sensation of him touching your cervix. Surely if his fingers didn’t you knew his cock definitely would.

As you whine at the lack of fullness due to Von removing his fingers, he’s rather quick to stop your whining as he cleans his fingers drenched in your arousal with his own tongue all the while shoving his fingers on the opposite hand right down your throat. When he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a definite pop sound, his thumb softly glides against your lips. He’s touched them many he knows just by the feeling of your soft lips what you’re feeling whether you’re content, upset or about to reach your climax. He knows the last one pretty well by now.

He knows your every teasing move and sure to do it right back if you go too far.

Even when your hand sneakily reaches up just to touch near his blindfold he’s too quick for you as he’s proven before as he catches your wrist and raises them above your head. You can only stare on in shock like a mouse being caught by a cat.

Herder reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out something from the draw.

That something being another blindfold which you funnily enough recognised as being the floral one he once used to trick Moran when the Colonel attempted to remove his blindfold. Von didn’t hesitate to loosely tie it around your own eyes. For the sake of feeling secure your arms instantly wrap around his waist as your others senses become more sensitive as you loose your sight.

“Perhaps another is needed for this frisky wrists of yours, darling.” At that Von gives you no warning as he deeply thrusts into you, already you could see the imprint of his cock inside of you practically kissing your cervix. “You have the solution to everything don’t you ?” You whine, desperately pressing kisses against his fine jaw until he finally gives in and kisses you back. The sudden darkness fills you with excitement as you know longer can even attempt to guess Herder’s next move. “When it comes to you.” He sighs, pulling away along with a string of saliva that belong to the both of you that intertwine. “Yes.” He whispers into your neck pressing open mouth kisses anywhere he could find.

Even when his thrusts begin to slow down you can’t help but lean your head back in pleasure squeezing your eyes shut despite it not making a difference since the blindfold remained around your eyes.

When your highs finally come Von is rather hesitate to pull out but when he does he moves to lay his head onto your chest.

The sound of your fast beating heart almost puts him to sleep. But before you could get used to the position and fall asleep yourself Von pulls away from you.

You hear the sound of a fabric being loosened but before you could figure out what exactly was happening Von removes your blindfold. Your eyes flutter momentarily before you stare upon the surprising sight before you.

He took off his own blindfold. With a smile on his face, his eyes that you fail to describe due to the unrealness of them stare down at you with such warmth and love. You simply smile back at those eyes that only you will ever get to see.

The familiar smirk reappears as he tosses both blindfolds onto the floor along with your now creased clothing.

“If you wanted to see my eyes all you had to do was ask.”

[pillow-anime-talk]

from the future to the past.

request: professional hacker!s/o whos very skilled in computers and building them, with terrifying abilities to gather intel,,,, also has a talent in making gadgets then time travels to mtp,,,, works for mi6, best buddies with von herder, close relationship with secretary holmes too,,,, how would the rest of the moriarty gang react? would they use them???  

# tags: headcanon; strangers to friends & strangers to lovers; time travel; hacker!reader; soft romance; a bit of comedy; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. whole mi6 {mtp}

author’s note: hey anonnie, sorry for waiting so long! thank you! hope you like it :)!

↘ Your latest invention turned out to be the biggest and by far the most shocking success of your twenty-something life.

↘ And at the same time your greatest and most dangerous curse, because the last virtual time exchange program you created, which was made by the initiative of restoring old databases, took you... several hundred years back, to be more precise, to the end of the 19th century and on top of that to London city.

↘ You looked like a recluse among beautifully dressed ladies, children in clothes with long frills and gentlemen with tall hats and gold-trimmed coats.

↘ Your bright jeans, black sweatshirt with a huge hood and hair tied up in a loose bun were a comic image among the dressed-up nobility or even less wealthy townspeople. Your appearance and the fear in your eyes caught the attention of Albert and Louis Moriarty, who extended a helping hand to you without asking for anything else.

↘ At the MI6 hideout William spoke first, not convinced of your presence among them. At first he thought you were the enemy and wanted information about their group, but then when he started asking you about various names and situations that seemed logical to him, your expression didn’t become distrustful or deceitful in the slightest. He realized that this is not your world.

↘ On that day you told everything about yourself and the future that awaits humanity, as well as about their fame in later centuries. You told about the actions of Sherlock Holmes and the Moriarty family, and also that in the 21st century many books, series and films about their lives were created. Of course, Sherlock was thrilled and asked you about everything, and then he got closer to you than anyone in MI6.

↘ For others it was strange that he liked and trusted the other person in this way, and for some it was completely normal – after all, you were a person always smiling and really cute in your actions.

↘ Sherlock quickly fell in love with you and became your partner (not only at work, but also in life).

↘ Over time: days, weeks and months, you forgot about your previous life. You gladly accepted the help of Louis and Miss Moneypenny, who helped you dress up so that you fit perfectly with the other members of MI6, while Sebastian and Fred, with a little help from James Bond, created a new name for you and your new past, so that no one has not developed unfounded suspicions of you.

↘ You also made great contact with Jack, who replaced your father in these difficult times, and with Von Herder, who became your closest friend. You two got along great, and although he did weird things sometimes and had a dangerous passion for firearms, you really had a good time and loved playing cards and reading books in your spare time, and teasing William or Albert who always shook their heads when they saw the two of you.

↘ Zack acted like your second father, although he was definitely shyer than the others, while Henry and Sherlock’s male sibling were like big brothers to you. The latter felt great respect for you, the more that you straightened his real, younger brother a bit, and at the same time made him much more serious and became a good helper of the Moriarty brothers.

↘ Your manual skills have been very useful to MI6; even if at first the middle brother just wanted to use you to help him with his own plans, over time he really liked you and realized that even though you feared for your current life, you worked hard to help them and be their real friend.

↘ You continued to create your inventions as a hobby, and your list of later achievements included the creation of the first light switch and lamp, and even the first screen with the ability to save data on it. For your entire group, you created the first makeshift telephone with the ability to receive short calls, and when you had a little more time than normal, you created more inventions that benefited not only MI6, but all of England, and then the world.

↘ You wrote it all down in a notebook, which after many years found its way to the right people, and they published it, making MI6 famous all over the world, starring you, and your romance with Sherlock Holmes became one of the best-loved romance novels of those years.

↘ Such was your new life, and your relationship with people from the officially nonexistent sixth branch of the British Military Intelligence.

[deepfivetraveller]

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

Chapter4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Philip~

…

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

Both of you look at Herder irritated.

“.. I'll stop. Please write….”

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

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

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

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

‘I killed a man. My own father actually’

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

Oh God they really hate you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

HUH?!

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

Wait what?

They planed this???

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

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

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

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

[sakuplumeria]

Moriarty the Patriot / Yuukoku no Moriarty Ask Game - Alternate Universe Edition

Choose a number for a character and an alphabet for a scenario, and put it in my ask box! I’ll answer the question. Feel free to reblog if you want to answer questions too :)

Pick a character:

1) William James Moriarty

2) Albert James Moriarty

3) Louis James Moriarty

4) Sebastian Moran

5) Fred Porlock

6) Zach Patterson

7) James Bonde

8) Jack Renfield

9) Von Herder

10) Moneypenny

11) Sherlock Holmes

12) John H. Watson

13) Miss Hudson

14) George Lestrade

15) Mycroft Holmes

16) Irene Adler

17) Henry Antrim (Billy the Kid)

18) Mary Watson

19) Wiggins

20) Adam Whiteley

21) Charles Augutus Milverton

22) Favorite character

23) Other character (mention in the ask)

Choose a scenario:

A) Lives in modern times. What kind of vehicles does the character ride?

B) Goes out to space. What does the character miss the most from earth?

C) Turns into an animal. What animal does the character turn into?

D) Has magical powers! What powers does the character have?

E) Creates a Tumblr account. What does the character like to post?

F) Is in the orchestra! What instruments does the character play?

G) Spends time in the theme park! What attractions does the character play?

H) Lives somewhere outside the UK. Which country/city/place does the character live in?

I) Bodyswaps with another character. With whom does the character swap with?

J) Signs up for an RPG. What is the character’s username?

K) Signs up for an RPG. The character can be a rogue, a warrior, a mage, a trickster, an archer, and a priest/healer. What class does the character choose?

L) Lives in modern times. What phone does the character use?

M) Has elemental powers (for example fire and water), Which element does the character control?

N) Is in a restaurant/bakery/coffee shop AU. What does the character do?

O) Is in a hospital/medical AU. What does the character do?

P) Goes to Hogwarts and is currently wearing the Sorting Hat! Which house does the character get?

Q) Is a serial killer in the modern world. What weapon does the character use?

R) Is suddenly the most famous person in the world. What is the character famous for?

S) Is forced to have a date for a prom. Who will the character ask to fake date?

T) Is in the Olympics sports AU. What sports does the character play?

U) Is a solo traveler. What things does the character always bring with him/her?

V) Lives in a parallel universe where London is peaceful and doesn't have social gaps. What does the character do in such a peaceful world?

W) Is born from a Greek god/goddess. Who are the character’s parents and does the character have any powers?

X) Is a mythological creature. What creature does the character live as?

Y) Is created as a droid. What does the character programmed to do?

Z) Is a YouTuber. What kind of videos does the character upload?

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

I'll Invent It, Just For You Though {Von Herder}

A/n: Okay, but why is no one writing about Herder? Like... please, someone? Anyone? Anyways, for whoever is interested, asks for requests are always open so feel free to send me some after checking my pin. By the way, I know this is trash, but I am tired, and I need something on Herder, so yeah... I apologise in advance for your eyes having to read such a shitty piece of work

Warnings: none, it's just pure fluff. Well, if we exclude that, there are mentions of blindness since it's Herder

Pairings: Von Herder x reader

“(Y/n)?”

You hated yourself for having to move around the Moriarty mansion so much today. You had promised Louis to help around with the housework since it was your day off from any other Moriarty related stuff. It just so happened, though, that you had forgotten to mention this to Herder.

The poor guy had woken up excited to go to your room and spend the day with you. During most mornings this past week you had been out with Bond, running errands and on evenings you along with the rest of the team, obviously, would go on missions. Technically, there was no free time for you or Herder to spend together.

“Care to tell me why Herder has been knocking the door of every room and calling your name?” Louis placed the tray on the kitchen counter.

“He has?! Oh my, I forgot!” You quickly excused yourself and ran upstairs. You found Herder ready to knock Sebastian's door. Grabbing his hand you walked him away from the door.

“I knocked ten doors.” He said once you entered your room. You could tell he was a bit bothered by the whole situation and the cute pout on his face was so cute. “You could have at least told me you would be busy.”

“I am so sorry but I am almost done with washing the dishes...”

“A machine that could wash the dishes...” He murmured. “And clean...” His grip on your hand tightened as the pout faded, with a bright smile taking its place on his face. You knew that smile, it was the smile he would put on whenever he had an idea. “You stay here, I get down to work immediately. I'll Invent a machine that can do all the house chores. But you will be the only one allowed to use it.”

“Two drawbacks...” You sighed.

“There are no drawbacks. This is perfect, I'll get to have you all by myself on your free days.” His free hand travelled down your arm, trying to find your wrist to hold onto.

“As I said, two drawbacks. One I never do house chores, that's Louis's job, two I still have to do the dishes.”

[unagrietadelmundocanto]

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CARITASUCIA x HELADINAA

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

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

Thank you!!!!

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

Sebastian Moran

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

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

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

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

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

Louis Moriarty

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

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

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

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

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

Fred Porlock

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

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

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

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

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

James Bonde

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

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

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

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

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

Von Herder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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MEINE VORBILDER, IDOLE, HELDEN ODER MENSCHEN, DIE ICH SEHR SCHÄTZE

Natürlich ist diese Liste nicht vollständig. Sicherlich könnte ich sie um viele Persönlichkeiten erweitern. Besonders bei Künstlern, Schriftstellern, Musikern und Schauspielern kämen sicherlich noch viel mehr bewundernswerte Menschen zusammen, die mein Leben mitbegleitet haben. Bei den eher unbekannten Namen habe ich die Funktion in Klammern daneben geschrieben. Einige Namen sind Legendengestalten oder biblische Figuren, zum Beispiel Heilige (HL). Menschen, die ich zum Beispiel während meiner Zeit als Redakteur oder anderwärtig persönlich kennen gelernt habe, sind zum Beispiel auf der Tumblr-Seite fett gekennzeichnet. Unter der Rubrik (Vormärz) versteht man die frühen Akteure der Demokratiebewegung, die leider nicht zum Zug kamen und stattdessen einem autokratischen System weichen mussten, die als Pseudodemokratie bis heute anhält. Im Klartext: Deutschland verträgt keine echte Opposition.  

A: Jeanne d´Arc, Hannah Arendt, Ernst Moritz Arndt, Bettine von Arnim, AC/DC, Johann Valentin Andreae (Rosenkreuzer), Alexandra (Sängerin), König Arthus, Adele, Hirsi Ali, Charles Aznavour,    

B: Hugo Ball (Schriftsteller), Marianne Bachmeier (Mutter Courage), Sebastian Bach, Gottfried von Bouillon (Kreuzritter), Friedrich Barbarossa, Clemens von Brentano (Dichter), G.L. von Blücher, F.W. von Bülow (Preußische Generäle der Befreiungskriege), Hildegard von Bingen, Beatles, Carl Ludwig Börne (1848ziger), Robert Blum (1848-Rebell), Ludwig van Beethoven, Arnold Böcklin, Max Brodt, David Bowie, Thomas Bernhard, Wilhelm Busch, James Baldwin, M. A. Bakunin (Anarchist), Boetius (Philosoph), Buena vista social Club, Josef Beuys, Samuel Beckett, Sebastian Brandt (Humanist)        

C: Cicero, Paul Celan, Carl von Clausewitz (Oberst Befreiungskriege), Leonard Cohen, M. Caravaggio, John Cassavetes (Regis.), Karl August von Cohausen (Archäologe), Charlotte Corday (Rebellin 1790), Robert Crumb, Eric Clapton, Lowis Corinth, Joe Cocker, N.S. Chruschtschow, Sean Connery.        

D: Denis Diderot (Aufklärer), Albrecht Dürer, Bob Dylan, Carl Theodor von Dalberg (Aufklärer), Dante, Dido (Sängerin), Alexander Dubcek, Doors,    

E: Max Ernst, Hl. Elisabeth, Enya, Eisbrecher (Band), Michael Ende, Umberto Ecco, Joseph von Eichendorff,    

F: Gottfried Fichte, Ernst Fuchs, Friedrich der Große, Georg Forster, Caspar David Friedrich, Fleetwood Mac,  

G: Theo van Gogh, Franzisko de Goya, Gottfried Grabbe, Che Guevara, Siddharta Gautama, Karoline von Günderode (Dichterin), Georges I. Gurdjief (Mystiker), Matthias Grünewald, Artemisia Gentileschi (Malerin), Gandalf, Brüder Grim, Grimmelshausen, Ralf Giordano (Journalist), Green Day (Band), Florian Geyer (Rebellenanführer), A.N. von Gneisenau (General Befreiungskriege), M.S. Gorbatschow.      

H: Hagen, Hermann Hesse, Peter Handke, Hölderlin, Heinrich Heine, E.T.A. Hoffmann, Gottfried Herder, Friedrich Hecker (1848-Rebell), Händel, Villard de Honnecourt (Gotik-Baumeister), Michel Houellebecq, Homer, Herodot, Klaus Heuser (BAB), Gorge Harrison, Andreas Hofer, Johnny Hallyday (Franz. Sänger), Friedensreich Hundertwasser, Werner Herzog, Elmar Hörig (Kultmoderator), Ulrich von Hutten (Humanist), Victor Hugo, Harro Harring (Vormärz),      

I: Jörg Immendorff, Henryk Ibsen, Isaias (Prophet),  

J. Jesus, Johannes der Täufer, Johannes der Evangelist, Jeremia (Prophet), C.G. Jung (Psychologe), Jennies Joplin, Friedrich Ludwig Jahn (Turnvater)

K: Karl Kraus, Theodor Körner, Franz Kafka, Frida Kahlo, Gustav Klimt, Charlotte von Kalb (Muse), Lee Krasner (Künstlerin), Rainhard Karl (Bergsteiger), Peter Keuer (Grünen-Gründer), Alfred Kubin,  

L: Lukas, John Lennon, David Lynch, Flake Lorenz, Andreas von Lichnowski (1848ziger), Cyprian Lelek (1848ziger), Georg C. Lichtenberg, Gotthold Ephraim Lessing, Lanzelot, M.V. Llosa (Schriftsteller), Annie Lenox, Königin Luise, Ludwig A.W. von Lützow (Befreiungskriege), M. Lafayette (Fr. Staatsmann und Aufklärer) Franz Liszt, Led Zeppelin, Hanns Lothar (Schauspieler)

M: HL. Maria, HL. Maria Magdalena, Marcus, Matthäus, Matthäus Merian, Maria Sybilla Merian, Amadeus Mozart, Bob Marley, Edward Munch, Claude Monet, Albertus Magnus (Scholastiker), Merlin, Alma Mahler-Werfel (Muse), Meister Eckard (Mystiker), Moody Blues.    

N: HL. Nikolaus, Novalis, V. Nabokov (Schriftsteller), Ningen Isu (Band), Nirvana, Agrippa von Nettesheim (Alchimist), Hannah Nagel (Künstlerin),    

O: Josef Maria Olbrich (Jugendstilbaumeister), Rudolf Otto (Religionswissenschaftler), Oomph (Band), Oasis, Mike Oldfield,  

P: Platon, Plotin, Pythagoras (Philosophen), Jean Paul, Plinius, Parzival, Tom Petty, Daniel Powter, Procol Harum, Pink Floyd,  

Q: Queen,

R:  Peter Paul Rubens, Rembrandt, Josef Roth, Ramstein, Philipp Otto Runge, Ludwig Richter, Rio Reiser, Ritter Roland, Rainer Maria Rilke, Erasmus von Rotterdam, Eric Rohmer, Ulrich Roski (Sänger), Rolling Stones, R.E.M. Lou Reed, Chris Rea, Petra Roth (Ex-OB Frankfurt/M)

S: Johann III Sobieski (polnischer König), Sunzi (chinesischer Philosoph), August Schöltis (Schriftsteller), Lou von Salome (Muse), B. Smetanar, Carlos Santana, Sappho (Dichterin), Schopenhauer, Helmut Schäfer (Staatsminister im Auswärtigen Amt) Sokrates, Egon Schiele, Madame de Stael, August Strindberg, Richard Strauss, Philipp Jacob Siebenpfeiffer (Vormärz), Helmut Schmidt, Subway to Sally (Band), Karl Ludwig Sand (Vormärz)    

T: B. Traven (Schriftsteller), A. P. Tschechov, Ivan Turgenjev, Ludwig Tieck (Romantiker), HL. Judas Thaddäus, Hermes Trismegistos (Philosoph), P.I. Tschaikowski, William Turner, Lars von Trier (Regisseur)  

U: Peter Ustinov, Ludwig Uhland, Siegfried Unseld (Verleger),

V: Luchino Visconti, Leonardo da Vinci, Velvet Underground, Vitruv, Vercingetorix, Francois Villon (Dichter), Walter von der Vogelweide, Robert Vogelmann (Menschenrechtsaktivist)    

W: Wim Wenders, Richard Wagner, Otto Wagner (Jugendstilbaumeister) Wagakki-Band, Sara Wagenknecht, Ludwig Wittgenstein (Philosoph), Georg August Wirth (Vormärz),

X: Xhol (Band)    

Y: Neil Young, Yvonne (Aktivistin der Gegenöffentlichkeit)

Z: Heinrich Zille, Carl Zuckmayer, Frank Zappa,  

[estudiodedecoracion]

Maarten Baas

Maarten Baas. Diseñador, diseño de interiores y escenógrafo.

Maarten Baas (1978, Arnsberg, Alemania Occidental) está considerado uno de los diseñadores holandeses más influyentes de principios del siglo XXI.

A partir de 1979 su familia se trasladó a los Países Bajos, y creció en Burgh-Haamstede y Hemmen, localidades situadas en la región suroeste y central de los Países Bajos.

Después de graduarse de la escuela secundaria, en 1996 Maarten Baas comenzó a estudiar en la Academia de Diseño de Eindhoven.

Maarten Baas diseñó el Wood Knuckles Candle Holder, que fue adquirido para su producción -mientras todavía estaba estudiando- por Pols’ Potten. En el año 2000 estudió durante varios meses en el Politecnico de Milán.

A menudo a Baas se le describe como un “diseñador de autor“, al encontrarse sus obras en la frontera entre el arte y el diseño. Sus piezas están conceptualizadas como rebeldes, juguetonas, intelectuales, teatrales y artísticas.

Ha logrado una posición autónoma en el mundo del diseño, y su trabajo varía desde lo conceptual, hasta ediciones limitadas, diseño de producción, instalaciones, espacio público, arquitectura, diseño de interiores, diseño de teatro y actuaciones.

En junio de 2002, Baas se graduó en la Academia de Diseño de Eindhoven con una serie de muebles quemados llamados Smoke; esta serie finalmente fue añadida a la colección de la editora holandesa Moooi, fundada por el diseñador Marcel Wanders.

Gracias a las exitosas presentaciones en Milán, Londres y París, Smoke es conocido en todo el mundo, y sus piezas fueron compradas por museos y coleccionistas como Lidewij Edelkoort (consultora de tendencias independiente) y Philippe Starck.

En mayo de 2004, se inauguró en Nueva York la exhibición en solitario “Where There’s Smoke” con el galerista Murray Moss.

En esta muestra, la serie Smoke fue ampliada a 25 piezas de muebles carbonizados y acabados con epoxi transparente, y donde había clásicos del diseño del siglo XX como Gaudí; Eames; Rietveld; Sottsass y los hermanos Campana.

Después del gran éxito de Smoke, Baas presentó en 2006 su colección Clay de muebles de arcilla. En contraste con el estilo rígido y racional de la mayoría de los diseños de esa época, los muebles de arcilla de colores brillantes de Baas mostraban un aspecto vulnerable y casi lúdico/infantil.

Esta serie está hecha de arcilla sintética con un esqueleto interior metálico. En 2012, tanto Smoke como Clay fueron consideradas colecciones icónicas del diseño moderno por el New York Times.

Cada año en el Salone del Mobile de Milán, Baas ha realizado con éxito presentaciones en solitario de sus nuevas obras, independiente de marcas o galerías.

En 2009, lanzó “Real Time“, una serie de películas de 12 horas que indican el tiempo, y en las que combina teatro, arte, cine y diseño en una serie de nuevos diseños de reloj (Sweepers, Analog Digital y Grandfather). Por Real Time se le concedió el prestigioso título de “Diseñador del Año” del forum global de diseño Design Miami.

Los relojes fueron comprados por museos y coleccionistas privados. Baas regresó a Milán el año siguiente en 2010 con la película re-formateada como una aplicación de iPhone, disponible por sólo 99 céntimos.

También en 2010 realizó una exposición en el Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Tokio (MOT); y en 2011 una exposición de obras de varios diseñadores “Curiositees des un Designer” en el Museo de las Artes Decorativas de París.

En 2013, Maarten Baas produjo los relojes “The Grandmother” y “The Grandfather” en colaboración con Carpenters Workshop Gallery. Ambas piezas fueron presentadas en Design Miami 2013.

Después de 5 años de ausencia en la feria de diseño de Milán, Baas regresó en 2014 con una exposición llamada “Baas is in Town“, inspirada en el circo y el entretenimiento. Esta exposición ganó el premio “Best Impact Award” de los Milano Design Awards.

En 2016 expuso “Carapace” en la Carpenters Workshop Gallery de Nueva York, y ese mismo año 2016 “Nuevo, nuevo más nuevo!” en el Salone del Mobile de Milán.

En la actualidad la mayoría de los diseños de Maarten Baas son hechos a mano en el Estudio DHPH en Bolduque (‘s-Hertogenbosch) la capital de la provincia de Brabante Septentrional, en el sur de los Países Bajos.

En 2005 Baas comenzó a colaborar con Bas den Herder (DH), quien ahora es responsable de la producción y desarrollo de casi todos los diseños de Maarten Baas en su Casa de Producción (PH). Además de piezas para Maarten Baas, DHPH también produce ocasionalmente obras para otros diseñadores, museos o empresas.

La creación de Studio Baas & den Herder hizo posible el trabajo adicional de las piezas únicas hechas a mano de Maarten y producirlas a mayor escala. Esta nueva colaboración también permite a Baas emprender proyectos aún más ambiciosos para hoteles, restaurantes, galerías, museos y comisarios privados de todo el mundo.

Ante la pregunta de si el diseño debería ser más democrático, Baas responde que “La democracia funciona bien como sistema político, pero en el proceso creativo no es una idea tan buena. Estamos contentos de hacer cosas para unas pocas personas -felices- que pueden pagar las piezas y por lo tanto también pueden apoyar la producción de otras nuevas. Todo el mundo puede disfrutar de las obras de forma gratuita en Internet y en revistas”.

Maarten Baas ha trabajado para marcas y compañías de prestigio como Louis Vuitton; Swarovski; Dior; Gramercy Park Hotel; Dom Ruinart, y Berluti.

Las obras de Maarten Baas se encuentran en las principales colecciones de museos del mundo, como el MoMa de Nueva York; Victoria & Albert de Londres; Les Arts Decoratifs de París; el Museo de Arte Moderno de San Francisco, Die Neue Sammlung en Munich y Nuremberg; el Museo Stedelijk y el Rijksmuseum en Ámsterdam.

Y en colecciones privadas : Brad Pitt; Kanye West; Ian Schrager, y Adam Lindemann.

Maarten Baas (pág. web).

Maarten Baas y Armario “Carapace” (2016), disponible a través de Carpenters Workshop Gallery, Nueva York.

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A

Alessandro Mendini

Alfredo Häberli

Alvar Aalto

Andrea Branzi

Andrée Putman

Andreu Carulla

Andy Martin

Antonio Citterio

Arend Groosman

Arik Levy

Arne Jacobsen

Autoban

B

BarberOsgerby

Benjamin Graindorge

Benjamin Hubert

Bertjan Pot

Boca do Lobo

C

Carlo Mollino

Charles Rennie Mackintosh

Charles y Ray Eames

Claudio Colucci

D

David Adjaye

DimoreStudio

Doshi Levien

E

Edward van Vliet

Eero Saarinen

Eileen Gray

Enzo Mari

Ettore Sottsass

F

Fabio Novembre

Fernando Mastrangelo

Filippo Mambretti

Finn Juhl

Francesco Rota

Frank Gehry

Frank Lloyd Wright

Fredrikson Stallard

G

Gabriella Crespi

Gae Aulenti

Gaetano Pesce

George Nelson

George Sowden

Gerrit Rietveld

Goula Figuera

H

Hans J. Wegner

Héctor Serrano

Hella Jongerius

Hermanos Campana

Hervé Van der Straeten

I

India Mahdavi

Inga Sempé

J

Jaime Hayón

Jasper Morrison

Jean Prouvé

Joaquim Tenreiro

Joe Colombo

Johan Lindstén

Jonathan Adler

Joost Van Bleiswijk

Jörg Schellmann

Josef Hoffmann

Jurgen Bey

K

Karim Rashid

Kelly Wearstler

Kiki Van Eijk

Konstantin Grcic

L

Le Corbusier

Lex Pott

Lievore Altherr

Lucas Muñoz Muñoz

Ludovica y Roberto Palomba

M

Maarten Baas

Maarten Van Severen

Marc Newson

Marcel Breuer

Matali Crasset

Matteo Thun

Mattia Bonetti

Max Lamb

Michael Anastassiades.

Mies van Der Rohe

Miguel Milá

N

Nadadora

Naoto Fukasawa

Nendo

Nigel Coates

O

Olivier Mourgue

P

Paola Navone

Paolo Lomazzi

Patricia Urquiola

Patrick Naggar

Piero Fornasetti

Pierre Paulin

Piet Hein Eek

Q

Quentin de Coster

R

Richard Hutten

Richard Sapper

Rick Owens

Rodolfo Dordoni

Ron Arad

Ron Gilad

S

Sacha Lakic

Scholten & Baijings

Seung-Yong Song

Shiro Kuramata

Simone Simonelli

Studio Job

Studio Kaksikko

T

Tapio Wirkkala

Tejo Remy

Thomas Sandell

Tokujin Yoshioka

Tom Dixon

Toni Grilo

U

Ueli y Susi Berger

UUfie

V

Verner Panton

Vico Magistretti

Vincenzo de Cotiis

Vladimir Kagan

Von Pelt

W

William Sawaya

X

Xavier Lust

Y

Yrjo Kukkapuro

Yves Béhar

Z

Zaha Hadid

Zanuso

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Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 10

Question after question after question.

Yet you wouldn’t receive any answers.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that you could only have the courage to think about them and not even consider whispering them let alone saying them aloud for others to hear.

You definitely won’t find answers here that’s for certain. So far you hadn’t been successful but then again up till now u weren’t actively searching for the truth due to shock. You’re still in shock of course but it is evident that it’s beginning to numbing. There’s no one to confide in. Even if there was you weren’t sure of who or even where to find them.

Either way you knew it wasn’t a pub or a market.

There’s nothing here in the manor that will solve it. That was proven rather quicker when you first met William rather upbrutly. You’re just glad the situation hasn’t been brought up since. Come to think of it you were also glad you hadn’t seen Albert of late since you did in fact finish his bottle of wine that night. You didn’t even consider how expensive it was.

But you were desperate and where can desperate people find answers when they no longer have access to a phone ?

Books. “I know !” You practically jump up from the small bed.

“I’ll pay William a visit !”

From what you understood, William is a mathematician. Of course maths couldn’t help you get anywhere but a university must have books in other fields of subjects. Maybe just maybe you’d find something small to help guide you on your way. But as you managed to find yourself there you couldn’t help but look all around you to stare on in awe.

It was so different compared to your own personal experience in education.

Well obviously, it wasn’t like you ever attended the university of Durham but still.

People were walking around rather cheerfully in groups chatting loud as the rarely bright sun shined down on all. An atmosphere you’ve never really experienced before. The architecture also slightly threw you off. From what you remembered from your time buildings like this were extremely old and new buildings were plain and simple, practically dull compared to the old ones.

But how were you suppose to find the library if you couldn’t run into every single room of the building ? It would only take a matter of time before you’d be recognised as a trespasser. “Come on lads !” You hear from near you in the courtyard.

You were quick to run around a corner, making sure to not be noticed.

Hiding behind a wall, you peek around to only spot a young student walking towards two other students, looking rather eager.

“We have professor Moriarty’s class soon !”

Your eyes widen at their words. You were quick to follow them from a distance. You watched on as the students walked into you assumed a classroom.

But just as they walked in they were quick to leave again. You assume maybe they had time until class started so they simply left they’re belonging in the room so they could go continue freely about for however long. You took slow steps into the empty classroom, simply blown away at the sight. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but definitely not this.

The room was too enormous to process, you struggled to believe this was a genuine classroom.

Even when you timidly walked upon the high steps onto the balcony, you couldn’t believe the quality of the room.

Your fingers run against the wooden bannister. Of course as you sat down there was now only one thing to do.

Sleep.

As some time passed your eyes begin to flutter and your senses heighten at the sound of chatter. You nearly gasped when you realised. The class was currently taking place. When you looked down you could only stare on at the sight of William teaching seemingly a dozen students.

Maybe it was near the end of the class ? You hoped it was. You did contemplate just simply walking out but you were quick to realise the room was filled with just young men and you would stick out like a sore thumb if you left now.

But you couldn’t help but wonder how did no one notice you at all ? You were sat at the very back off on the side where you’d actually stand out more so were no students bored of this class ?

You were and you’re not even a student.

There was no way that William was teaching that good that no student of his was bored ? Was he ?

Even when you squint your eyes to no avail, you still couldn’t make out what was on the board. He looked so…confident. In himself. He didn’t speak quietly and his voice wasn’t demanding yet it was clear and from what you could tell just by peering at the students even though some seemed tired they all listened and watched William like a hawk.

For a moment you could only lay your head in your arms in defeat as you realised that you were stuck here.

You didn’t really think about him having that effect on others. William had his back turned to the students as he wrote an equation on the board.

“And perhaps even then-

William for once mistakenly looked up to his right just at the exact moment you raised your head from your strained arms. It was as if time has frozen as you both locked eyes with one another. His eyes squinting up at you while your eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

Just like that William finished the class and as students began to pack up to leave you were rather quick to look away and avoid those unreal eyes staring you down.

William acknowledged all students before they left the room and you hoped that he would soon follow. He did not.

“So you really are a professor ?” You ask, gripping onto your long skirt hoping William didn’t notice the slight trip in your step as you carefully made your way down. He did. “Did you assume I was being dishonest about my occupation ?”

He asked, placing his hands behind his back as if he were still teaching like the professional that he is.

“I though you were just covering up for another job, I don’t know.” You simply shrug, briefly turning back to look around the huge room.

Of course, you missed the slight smirk evident on Williams face that was wiped away as soon as you faced him again. “I thought Louis had you doing chores this morning ?” Williams ask, gathering the dozen sheets of paper left on his desk. “He did ! He even wrote me a list but I left before I even started.” You smirk proudly. You weren’t even going to deny it.

Instead of walking by William’s side you opted for just simply following behind him like a lost puppy. Although you managed to get to the university with no problems, as the evening grew late and the sky began to darken you weren’t completely sure how to find your way back.

Minutes go by walking in silence with no conversation taking place between the two of you. You partly did want to indulge yourself in small talk but yet the words simply didn’t come out of your mouth. But even peeking a glance at William’s face he didn’t seem that keen on the idea either. Maybe he had a rough day ? Were his lessons really that short or was it cut short because of you ?

Yeah, silence was the better option.

But silence didn’t last long as you heard William greeting someone, you looked up to the sight of William speaking happily to Louis. You wonder if maybe they always met up on the way home.

You look around from behind William giving Louis a little wave all the while he simply returns a raised brow along with a scoff. There was a part of you that thought if the others had noticed you had left, in particular you were curious about Louis. But by a simple glance at the annoyance that shined through his glasses you guessed he somehow anticipated you once again leaving.

Although maybe he wasn’t anticipating your return ? It was evident now.

Maybe you shouldn’t sneak out anymore.

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U have an Albert x reader in ur drafts? 👀👀

🤩yessss u best believe i dooo 🤩

i have a couple of unfinished drafts about multiple mtp characters that i wanna post soon…i just have to finish writing them first 😔

stay on the lookout tho cuz ill try get them posted quick!!!