#yuukoku no moriarty story

[ultopias]

an old comic from 2021 that i never posted here :)

william and sherlock got invited to a dinner as a thank you but the client's daughter kept playing with sherlock's hair and william couldn't stop laughing

[eveland822]

I love love LOVE any picture from the mtp stage play but specifically the ones with the actresses for Irene Adler/james bonde and Ms Hudson because like

They are SOOOO CUTE together it’s insane

[sophistication-as]

❝𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬❞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: William James Moriarty / reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story includes scenes of romantic intimacy, emotional vulnerability, and themes of healing and redemption.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Caught in a playful moment of palm-reading, you find yourself entangled in William’s teasing yet tender curiosity. Amid winter’s cool tones, the warmth of his touch and his heartfelt confession unravel the guarded walls between you, revealing the possibility of love, even for the wounded.

𝐰𝐜: 845

✸ I envision William as a gentleman who would only make a move if he truly trusted you with his heart. Once the barriers he created on his emotional side were broken, you could expect a passionate and even bold lover, which is accentuated by the fact he isn't troubled by his initial plans anymore.

✸ He is definitely the man who remembers details, even the minimal ones. For example, if you seemed to like a particular touch, he would be more than happy to stimulate it when intimate.

✸ Consequently, if you were into different foreplay, it would definitely spark a new interest in him, since his priority is you, his beloved partner, and everything that surrounds your presence.

✸ Expect him to start reading about your interests and treating them like an important study field.

✸ And, no time for shyness, since he does everything in his power to thank you for being by his side

"May I ask if you forgot to inform me that you have the ability to read palms?" William’s scarlet yet tender eyes lingered on your complexion, his tone betraying the teasing nature hidden within his words. Despite the sweetness in his gaze, there was an undeniable glint of curiosity.

Being caught in the act by him made your cheeks flush, a warmth rising against your will. You could feel his attempt to uncover the secrets hidden in his pale, slender hand, and you were all too aware that your own glance had betrayed you.

The subtle pink hue on your skin stood out against the reflection of the window, where the grey, cool tones of winter painted a monotone yet striking backdrop. The scene felt frozen in time, as if waiting for your response.

After a brief moment of silence, you managed to find your voice, though a crack revealed your nervousness. "Reading palms is one of my areas of expertise. Were you not aware?" you replied, your words a blend of jest and deflection. "I am quite knowledgeable about the truth hidden behind these lines."

His laugh, hearty yet unusually soft, broke through the cool air of the room. It was a sound devoid of his usual calculating nature, and it tugged at something deep within you. As your fingertips grew colder, the stiffness creeping into them, William moved closer, his steps deliberate. He stopped just shy of where you stood near the corner of the king-sized bed.

"So," he murmured, his tone dancing between curiosity and mischief, "do you believe in pseudosciences? Or is this just a game to keep me intrigued?"

Uncertain of his intentions, you hesitated. His voice carried both mockery and a desire to know you better. Yet what truly unsettled you was the warmth of his hands, which had found their way to your shoulders, tracing soft patterns against your skin.

"No," you replied with a small shake of your head, drawing in a breath to steady yourself. "But I can’t deny it’s fascinating."

William hummed in acknowledgment, his touch never wavering as he moved closer, his presence now behind you. "In that case, may I have the honor of seeing your hand closely? Perhaps I’ll uncover a secret or two of yours."

With care, he took your left hand in his, his gaze sharpening as he examined it. His fingers brushed over the callouses formed by years of writing and paused at the faint marks near your nails, traces of moments when nerves had taken over.

"Let me see," he said, lifting your hand closer to his face. His smile, though soft, carried a knowing edge. "I can suggest that expressing your true thoughts is not your strongest trait. Don’t you think?"

His theory left little room for protest. Before you could respond, he leaned down, placing a kiss on your palm, gentle as a whisper.

It started there, with a touch that was tender and fleeting. Then, his lips found your wrist, lingering just long enough to send a shiver racing through you. Slowly, he moved to your forearm, his kisses deliberate and unhurried, igniting sparks with every step. By the time his lips brushed yours, you could no longer tell where one breath ended and another began.

The two of you collapsed onto the mattress as if the weight of distance had become unbearable. His hand slid into your hair, and his head rested against your chest, his breath warm and steady.

"What does my hand truly reveal?" he whispered, his voice softer now, a question wrapped in both vulnerability and yearning.

Your fingers brushed against his hair, a smile forming on your lips despite the intensity of the moment. "It reveals that even the wounded can find love—if they’re willing to let it in."

His lips found your neck, his movements reverent, as if savoring each moment. Outside, the sky darkened, and the sun slipped beyond the horizon. With every word and every touch, William poured his emotions into the space between you, grounding himself in your presence.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice unguarded as his arms tightened around you.

[feidude]

no one can convince me that sherlock didn’t fall in love with liam at first sight

sherlock u bastard i know what you are

[ryuusea]

sherliam week 2023 - day 1: time-loop; continuation of this au where they started as friends

thanks to sherliamweek for finally making me draw part 2 of this idea FOUR months later.

[edenvix]

Some old art from like last year that hopefully didn't age that poorly....

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Albert: I heard from Will that you once abandoned Sherlock in France when he was ten?

Mycoft: Yes, I did

Albert: Why?

Mycoft: He said he can navigate around the place on his own

Albert: Weren't you worried he'd be kidnapped?

Mycoft: Worried about who? Sherlock?

Mycoft:

Mycoft: They'll give him back after a while

Mycoft: They'll most likely contact me with a message like "We beg you to come get him. Forget the ransom. Even wild animals are better tamed than him"

[zeronetxt]

this might just be me, but does anyone else have a fictional character that they would rather DIE than ship them with/watch them get into a canon relationship with anybody?

[sherliam-hualian]

Y'all I'm back and I need help ASAP! For English we need to write our own 'Ghost story' but you can't use fictional characters so like totally from yourself, but, I still want to write like a 'sherliam ghost story without suggesting that it is from fictional characters with their storyline'

So like, sherliam as ghost with the cause of their death (I was thinking maybe that they both jump of the bridge or something) but subtle and seemingly an orginal story.

WHERE ARE THE WRITERS HERE BECAUSE I KNOW Y'ALL BE RIGHTING ON AO3- no fr someone give me something 😭😭

[beneaththebloodylake]

nah but thinking about yuumori and victorian politics though like marx was also around that time vaugely, what if instead of london/durham, the moriartys couldve been based in manchester and marx couldve been a character. william james moriarty and karl marx besties

[jenevawashere]

I never thought the day would come, yet here I am, writing about a married couple interacting with one another. I don't know how to feel.

[ultopias]

sherliam nyc life art dump pt.2 (❗long post) (part 1 here)

(i accidentally implied that sherlock wouldn’t cook anything william wanted in the first place, please overlook it for the sake of the joke)

the following are some stuffs i drew before chapter 74 was out, so they were only from imagination and don’t fit canon anymore. i still like them tho so i’m including them here

thank you for reading! let’s keep supporting yuumori next year too 🥰 happy holidays everyone 💖

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Tags from @deityofgaycrimes on that post about the Moribro's clothing choices.

You know, everyone here sees a lot of my meta analyzing how YuuMori tells a story and knows I think Miyoshi-sensei and Takeuchi-sensei are excellent storytellers.

I am also a storyteller, of course, but I tell story almost exclusively with words. Mangaka can't do that much, because it's inherently multimedia. Miyoshi-sensei and Takuechi-sensei are artists, and you can really tell with things like that. They tell stories with images.

I did take a few visual rhetoric classes in college--that is, how to organize information visually to reinforce your ideas and structure the information, etc., and I see a lot of skill there with YuuMori.

I would try to convey Albert's fastidiousness with the rhythm of my words and preciseness of his words. Miyoshi-sensei conveys Albert's fastidiousness with the neat, immaculate way he wears his clothing and the order to his surroundings (the same way Sherlock's haphazard nature is also reflected in the way he wears his own suit and the way he doesn't try to tame his hair).

I'm not much of a visual artist; I spent years trying to draw and never got much beyond "mediocre" and really only do it rarely and for fun now.

But I love seeing Miyoshi's skill with visual storytelling and the clear love they hold for it.

[cawcawkarasu]

221b

“Please, Mycky love, don't leave,” Hudson gripped Mycroft’s arms before he reached the door..

“You do know we could never make this wo-”

“I'll house your brother in!”

Mycroft halted at that. “No sane person would-”

“No sane person would want to date you either,” Hudson interrupted.

Mycroft finally turned back.

Hudson recoiled, “I ain’t sane anyway! I’ll do everything…” Her words died upon Mycroft’s forefinger on her lips.

The man sighed. “I'll be here every now and then,”

“-to see Sherly,” Hudson finished his sentence, “I'll be waiting for you.”

A smile crept on her face, and his, finally.

[miwhotep]

A short little fic about Milverton being forced to bake his usual afternoon dessert in Ruskin's absence, who arrives to see something on the table what is truly pure evil - because baking is definitely harder than blackmail.

"He looked at the flat, burned cakes again and felt his anger growing. He might've failed first - but he won't leave this to be. He will finish this cake, whatever it takes.

Charles Augustus Milverton always comes out victorious, after all."

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Liam in my vampire fic: super careful to never outright lie to Sherlock, though he certainly does so by omission/implication/suggestion.

Albert in the companion piece I'm writing: