ranposbabe

[ranposbabe]

hello everyone!! while im writing new chapters and new work, here’s a little fan art i did of dear william <3

[ranposbabe]

Do you write fluff?

Hiii, of course I do! If you have any requests do send them in !! Hopefully I’ll have more fluff posted soon and then I’ll be updating my Masterlists!!

Thanks for the questionnn 🫶

[ranposbabe]

There’s No Fun In Maths !

pairing: William James Moriarty x Fem!Reader

summary: you refuse to participate in William’s tutoring of maths…until he makes an offer that you cannot deny!

warning: smut, mention of mathematics :0

“I can’t do this anymore, William !” You groan, the paper crumbles between your clenched fists, discarding the paper onto the desk.

“It’s not complicated, my love.” He says so softly as he takes the damaged paper in his hands, unfolding it in an attempt to flatten it.

William sits calmly back, a sigh that tells all the slight frustration he feels gives away and all he can do is send a look of crumbling patience your way that shocks you into straighting up your posture in your seat.

You wonder if he has this effect on all his students. Just looking into his eyes can leave anyone squirming. “There’s no pleasure in it.” Your brows furrow in dismay.

“Pleasure?” “Perhaps there could be a solution to this problem of yours ?” William stands, promptly pulling his chair away from the desk.

There was a hint, barely a smirk evident on his lips. The only way you could’ve noticed was the fact that you were already looking. Could anyone blame you really ?

“Come.” He says, raising his hand out to you.

You were never scared of him, no. But the fact that he possessed the ability to have your heart thumping right out of your chest.

You place your hand in his, his thumb instantly rubbing the back of your hand. An old habit of his. Once soothing you is replaced when he suddenly grabs you but his hands which veins pulsate against his pale skin are on your shaking body and they are quick to dig into the flesh of your thighs that were unfortunately hidden by the layers of your skirt. “William !” You gasp. In an instant you’re picked up and obeying him you wrap your legs around tightly to his waist. Your bodies mold together, perfect for each other. You can only giggle as he places you before him on his desk that was solely used for his work. He reaches behind you, grabbing a book that you complained was so heavy you couldn’t bother to open it to read whatever was inside.

“Shall we try again?” William offers, handing out the book to you. But you’re not interested. Without hesitation, you shaking take the book from him, his hands reaching out in case you drop it onto your poor lap, and throw the book behind you without a care in the world. A loud bang echoed through the study but the book was dismissed as soon as it was thrown.

“I want the second option !” You smile, noticing how his hands rested at your side in an instant.

“I don’t recall giving you a first option or any option at all ?” He always plays along with your silliness and it makes you fall for him more and more each time.

There’s a brief moment of silence. He looks down at you with those lustful yet longing scarlet eyes and it makes you realise how little you’ve been able to share this intimate moments together as of late. He works so hard not only for you or his students but for everyone. You could only reach up and brush back a strand that covered his mesmerising eyes as you stared back in admiration.

“Can you count ?” He suddenly asks. “What ?!” You laugh in bewilderment. “I think it’s ought time you revise counting. It’s quite important, you know ?” His hands move from your side to your knees and when you look down you finally put two and two together.

“I-

He’s violent but not too violent when it comes to you. You understand that when you’re forced onto your back, lying on Williams desk with your legs spread and shivering and William glaring down at you like some weak prey. Prey that was certain to be devoured.

When determined, you know nothing will get in Williams way. Not even your irritating skirt that he doesn’t hesitate to rip. “William !” You cry out, attempting to sit up but you’re stopped by his seemingly empty reassurance.

“I’ll buy you another.”

Like that, what remains of your skirt is left to waste away around your waist and you’re left vulnerable and exposed. As you should be in his presence. Breaths of pleasure escape you as soft kisses placed on your outer thighs become deeper and more ill intended.

One hand of his is tightly pressing down on your tummy, holding you in place while the other soothes the broken skin on your thighs left by his teeth. All your shaking hands can do is attempt to grip onto the desk but like mathematics, you’re failing.

“y/n” You recognise that tone of his. When he wasn’t playing around like before. When you really had to pay attention. You could barely lift your head and yet those scarlet eyes that were glazed over with pure intent of hunger sent chills down your spine.

“For now I won’t taunt you. We’ll stick to simple equations for now.” His head dips down and you can’t look so you do with what you can, grab a fistful of his hair. “What do you mean ?-

You could barely speak before your back arches off the wooden desk, gasps of ecstasy leaving you as William’s tongue presses hard against your cunt. But kitty licks were not apart of William’s plans, no he was far more clever than that. He enjoyed the desert but he had to start with the main. He’s still teaching you mathematics !

You couldn’t see his face but you could practically feel his smirk between your folds as his tongue started to move in… a certain motion ? Clueless as ever, yet enjoying it as ever, you’re left panting recklessly. Poor you, but at least William knows when you’re stuck.

He repeats the beloved action to help you. How thoughtful of him.

Eight plus eight ?

If it wasn’t already, your entire face was red at the realisation. He was using your cunt for you to solve simple equations. Not only that but he was rather quickly running out of patience. You knew as a nip was delivered to your clit.

“Sixteen !” You gasp. As an award he makes amends with your clit by sucking on it. But he’s quick to return to scolding.

Ninety seven minus thirty five ?

Anyone could solve these equations but it wasn’t easy to focus when your cunt was reviving the questions so fast.

“Um ?” Your brain and vision was getting cloudy, whether it was from the tears or the high you weren’t sure. His fingernails were faster to dig into the flesh of your thighs. A warning. “It’s sixty two, William !” Was all you could manage to eventually sputter out.

It was then did William pull back and my oh my did it bother how he didn’t seem one bit effected by this “option” at all. His hair was still as tidy, he remained calm and collected. That was until you looked down and saw what was actually bothered in his pants.

“Are you kind enough to think perhaps it’s my turn now ?” He smirks, no shame at all.

“This time.” He sits back in his chair, pulling at his tie. “I want you to use your hips.”

You could barely get yourself off the desk and when you did you practically dropped yourself into Williams lap, clinging onto his shoulders.

William didn’t waste anytime in freeing his cock. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ride him as your cunt was too wet and sensitive. “What’s seventeen times seventeen ?” William tilted his head, watching on as fat tears rolled down your pretty face. He only tutted as you couldn’t find it in yourself to answer. You were wasting time. “I don’t know !” You cry. You were too fucked and embarrassed to think. Your brain cells never worked when William used your cunt. It would take you a whole night to recover anyway !

William’s patience was practically gone as he gripped your hips and rolled them by himself, answering the equation. You don’t even know what the answer is. Your hips are still rolling when William reaches up and places his hand on your warm cheek.

“I know what other part is useful for learning.” He states, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip back and forth.

“Now start counting.”

[ranposbabe]

Wrinkled Sheets

pairing: louis james moriarty x fem!reader

summary: louis doesn’t like the fresh sheets wrinkled but you kept provoking him :(

warning: smut, slight mention of voyeurism??, unprotected sex!! he’s sick of your bs

Each morning the same routine occurred.

From the moment Louis woke up as the rays of sun rise sneaked in past the curtains, he’d gather himself up and dress along with making the bed with fresh sheets. He found it somewhat relaxing. A simple not even task completed to start off the uncertain day.

Atlas, one’s tasks are certain to be disrupted when you are around.

“Louis !” You exhaustingly call, practically slouched over standing in the doorway. Your call did nothing but bounce off the walls as he continued to folding the sheets so precisely.

You couldn’t believe it ! You barely could find it within yourself to stay awake at the crack of dawn to even think about the daily chores let alone do them !

“y/n I’m rather busy at the moment.”

He’s polite with his words yet his back remains to yous still and suddenly a devious thought provokes your mind. “Doing what exactly ?” You tease, taking steps forward as you now stood behind him. Your curiousity leads you to stand on your tippy toes in an attempt to look over his broad shoulders. “y/n” Louis sighs, his hand patting out the creases. You could only stare down at his long fingers and the way they-

“Oh !” You gasp, your balance lost like your lucid dreams. You’re quick to fall against his back but not before Louis quick reflective kick in and he turns ever so slightly just to take you into his arms to stop you descending to the floor.

Just a moment everything stops and you feel everything. How both of his hands are placed against your lower and upper back. How even though you don’t dare look up as your heads places against his chest that its pace has indeed increased ever so slightly.

“Careful.” He softly tells you off before letting you go and it’s only when you’re not pressed against Louis, you feel the sudden coldness of the room and it leads you feeling such discomfort. Time to pursue your idea !

Louis stood still clearing his throat as he adjusted his glasses and he was none the wiser as you moved before him.

As soon as the back of your knees collided with the edge of the bed you didn’t hesitate to sit down, crossing your legs in the process.

You look up and you’re clearly not taken back by the irritated look on Louis face. His brows are practically always furrowed when in your presence.

“Get up.” A sigh once again escapes his lips, staring you down. You take on the challenge.

“Why should I ?” You tilt your head, resting down back on your elbows. He still stands above you, not threatened by your game. That is until your legs are uncrossed and ever so slightly spread and Louis realises that he’s standing ever so close to between your legs.

The faint blush on his cheeks and ears gives him away.

But Louis is quick to compose himself when he sees your elbows creasing the sheets and now he’s been set off. Poor you.

“Enough !” He finally snapped, his tone sharp with warning. His scarlet eyes filled with temptation. You will admit, his tone made a whimper out of you but when you stared up into those eyes you knew deep within you that he was welcoming this challenge.

He continue to glare right down at you, you’re not sure whether he was in contemplation or if this was your punishment. Either way, you were starting to feel uneasy about the answer that you were guaranteed to find out.

“Louis I-

You try to sit up yet as if a switch had been turned, you’re pushed down by the young Moriarty and soft lips are pressed against yours which you greedily accept. Strands of blond tickle your forehead as his hands grip onto the sheets beside your head. Creasing them far more than you’ve done.

He pulls back but before you can question him, he pulls his glasses off, throwing them above you onto the pillows.

Whenever the glasses come off that was when you understood to keep quiet.

His lips now more eager are once again on yours and you return the favour by the opening your mouth to invite his tongue.

It is when Louis reaches down to pick up your leg by the back of your knee that your skirt rises, that you realise the obvious.

“Louis !” Your eyes widened. “The door is still open !”

Anyone could walk by at any moment and the would see the disgrace of yourself. This seemed to only rile Louis up even more, you could tell by the way his teeth dragged his lip without a single care. With nothing to say, you could only pout. His kisses are moved down to your exposed neck. Sooner or later your neck wouldn’t be the only thing out in the open for anyone walking by to view.

Your eyes couldn’t help but follow his movements. How his fingertips rested around your throat, not squeezing but reminding you what he’s capable off. How the light purple and blue veins look exquisite and decorate his surprisingly smooth hands. His other hand was busy pulling up your skirt that was getting in the way of his desire. Your cheeks were warm, in an instant the buttons to your blouse were opening and your legs displayed which Louis rubbed your thigh with his remaining hand yet he was fully clothed, not even his bow tie was disturbed. It felt like a silly game that really only you were playing, following along to his rules. He was the real winner here.

While his addictive kisses which turned your skin into shades of purple moved down to your chest, you sneakily took the chance to move your seemingly stiff hands down to his belt.

You barely got it open before your hands were ripped away. “Are you going to continue to misbehave?” Louis questions you all the while he tugs down your undergarments, your skirt still ruffled around your waist. “Well ?” His movements stop. It all depends on your pretty lips to move.

“Um.” The embarrassment which prior was nonexistent is evident of your reddened face. You could feel his nails begin to dig into the skin beneath the waistband of your underwear.

“I’ll behave.” Your heart is thumping out of your chest and the sight alone of your pleading eyes of submission makes Louis weak in the knees. Quite literally.

Your back arches from the bed, sheets creasing the more your head sways back as your hands move from the sheets to Louis’ hair as he places delicate but long fulfilling kisses on your cunt. The more Louis licks and even bites the more you forget yourself and your lustful cries can be heard outside of the room where the door is wide open as ever.

It’s when Louis’ teeth have a slight nip at your clit, he looks up and those scarlet eyes can see the satisfaction on your dazed face.

He pulls back, looking down at his glistening prize. Not only are the sheets now destroyed in wrinkles from you griping so tight but also due to your soaking wet cunt that’s non stop dripping well because of Louis’ skills.

You don’t even get a second to come down from your high as his mouth is replaced with his cock. His cock so deep in you he snugly fits perfectly. Even if it takes you a minute and a gasp to adjust to his long girth. Every fast thrust, his cock touches your cervix, intending to leave bruises just like your neck. All you can do is cling onto him by his clothed shoulders as he uses your cunt to his advantage. Of course you always have to irritate him. Of course you’re delaying him of his tasks. Always you and your desirable cunt getting in his way !

Well he won’t have it anymore ! The sheets at this stage are done for ! Anymore mess to be made will be put onto you. Quite literally !

As you both reach your high together, it was rightfully Louis’ turn to make a mess and of course he would all over your exposed chest and blouse. He was fully dressed, he can’t make a mess of his own clothes now can he ?

The switch had been turned again, no longer under your enchantment. Louis gathers himself quickly, adjusting his pants as you’re left covered in his mess. “I need to prepare tea.” Louis states, his hands fumbling in an effort to fix his crooked bow tie. You can only stare in, not even budging.

He points to the sheets, his demands never tire. “I want them replaced when I come back. If not you’ll obey the repercussions.” Like that Louis bolts out the door, behind on his daily routine, not even sparing you a glance.

All you’re left to do is pathetically lie there, panting away in a useless attempt to catch your breath. But that’s doesn’t mean you follow instructions. You continue to lie there eagerly staring out at the open doorway, waiting for the repercussions.

[ranposbabe]

Hii! Im glad ur back and hopefully your doing well too^^ wanted to ask abt the johan fic,will you be updating it anytime soon?

*bites lip in severe stress*

sooo like ik I said i was back then abandoned u all for like 5/9 months (depends which fanfic of mine u read 😝) but yeeee

thank u for the lovely message! 😇 I hope ur well too even tho u probably don’t even remember sending me this ask cuz it’s been that long

BUT CHAPTER 24 IS OUT NOW!!!

[ranposbabe]

hi when will you update infidel? no pressure just asking 👉👈

*bites lip in anxiousness*

😝heeyyy chapter 24 is now up!!! 😅

imm soooooo sorryyyyy for letting this ask collect dust 😔

[ranposbabe]

Infidel | Johan Liebert x Reader

Chapter 24

Chaos and Havoc was all that surrounded him. He was calm and steady. Natural.

It was as if he had done this a hundred times. He looked so afar as he stared on as if he was anticipating the despair that was about to unfold. His aura oozed red. Not from the flames but from the despair within.

A sudden cold breeze erupted yet it did nothing to disturb his stand.

Strands of blond were evidently seen against the flames that flickered past his delicate skin. His calmness looked out of place yet his eyes showed the undeniable truth.

He belonged amongst the chaos.

It was as if someone took their fingers and was forcing your eyes to be peeled wide open. The urgent scene of bright lights flashing before you was overwhelming.

Your eyes raced around your stuffy bedroom. All but you remained completely still. It was only when you sat up, you truly fathomed what had occurred. A dream. A literal dream occurred while you were asleep. You never dreamed before.

What was the purpose of them anyways besides being a trick ?

As if you were a puppet, the strings that controlled your legs forced you to move.

The strings tightening around your brain came to a conclusion. You were going somewhere you never thought you would ever see again.

It was dreadful. Could no one else look upon the eerie sight that seemed to not exist amongst others.

You were hallucinating. Most definitely.

The “church” looked like it was rotting from the inside out. You walked in and its wooden like figure was dark and looked burned.

As you strolled by you notice the rows of chairs covered in dust. All the candles at the alter, so close together it would only take a moment for a catastrophe to occur.

“Why do you keep coming back here ?” That same girl or whatever she was spoke out. She was kneeling like before and her voice was too soft yet you could hear and understand every word. She was like a blazing candle in the dark. Her silk white gown glowed so bright.

“I’ve only been here once ?” You casually replied, kneeling along her side. But unlike her, your hands didn’t link in prayer. You don’t pray.

“You’re practically slitting your own wrists at this point. Causing yourself this hassle.” Her eyes were closed as if she was to be punished for opening them.

“He put his fingers in my brain.” She spoke of horrofic details as if they didn’t happen. Perhaps they didn’t especially since her voice and face was calm compared to her words. “Scooped parts of them up and swapped them around like he was messing with sand. Making a sandcastle he was.”

“He’ll know if he’s truly taken your brain apart.

“If you’re clever you’ll play along. If not.”

There’s a warning in her look as she momentarily sent you a gaze. It only then you notice a stitching on her temple. Little but noticeable, a cut so deep it probably did touch her brain. She has that dead look in her empty eyes.

“He’ll bash your brains in till you’re nothing.”

Then abruptly she screams pure horror. Your hands cover your ears as the screeching starts to burn your hearing. Blood began to never end pouring down her face from the cut as it split open, leaving into her eye. Giving her the appearance of someone wounded.

Someone in danger.

Your neck began to ache and stiffen due to sweat. With no control whatsoever, you slowly stood up, taking small steps backs until you hit against a row of seats. You unwillingly sit down. You know there’s the soft sound of footsteps closing in behind you so suddenly.

You know it’s him.

“I have no evidence.” You spoke with such dispear “I have nothing.” Stating the fact makes it suddenly real. You can still see the flames even when you look up to the candles still so raw. “But I know it was you.” Your ears began to ring.

Buzz…buzz..buzz…….

“I never dream and even so I wouldn’t bet anything solely on that.” Your healing yet broken arm rests on your lap. Your other hand clenched tighter on the seat in front of you, knuckles turning white.

“So why now ?” You rather ask yourself. Not him who stands behind, luring over you like you’re his prey.

“You dream of me ?” He leans down, his lips too close to your ear. Your lips tightened at the abrupt audacity. His fingers brushes against your arm and rather smoothly he locks his fingers within your tensed fingers. Your nails scratching against the wooden seat.

You wish you turned your head the opposite direction way but there’s no denying it now when you lift your chin and your wide eyes meet his calming pair.

Perhaps it was already intimidating due to him standing behind you while you sat but as you hopelessly stared, you saw it.

He looked dangerous. He was going to feast on the prey. But you stood so quick like how a prey with a boost of adrenaline manages to escape but you have no adrenaline within.

“Are you aware of what your issue is, y/n ?”

He’s the same as always, collected with himself, he didn’t seem to be wandering.

He knew exactly where to find you.

“You think you’re a well composed person and yet I somehow manage to break down that wall with little to no effect ?”

He barely tilts his head but there is a slight tease as his eyes ever so slightly squint.

“Im a wrong, y/n ?” There’s not a twitch that gives away amusement on his lips.

He stands and with his presence confident and it so easily standing makes you feel so small. His hands in his pockets as he leans down his mouth so close once again to your ear as he whispers. “I hope your answer doesn’t disappoint me.”

“Johan.” You don’t even know what to say as his hand now reaches out to touch your shoulder as if to finally get rid of the so called wall.

“Give in, my infidel.”

His definition of you giving in was the single glance at his soft lips. That was his confirmation, he didn’t hesitate to press his lips against yours. He had every right to.

You gasp but not in pleasure but pure shock in realisation. You’ve never been caught off guard. Not until now. It starts to make you tremble. There’s a chill that runs up your back and as his lips continue to greet yours.

His hand that once rested on your shoulder moved to your back to soothe the literal shaking that you were having but you had no sense of paying attention to that.

Instead the unfamiliar warmth pulls you in and as you kiss Johan back, it becomes more intoxicating. You’re surrendering and so you’ve been set ablaze. Particularly your lips but you’re sure that’s due to the sensation of Johan’s lips against yours.

There’s only a brief moment you pull back to look up to see what you were feeling was real. He stared down at you maybe searching for the same confirmation.

When your thoughts have now stopped from drowning you realise too that you are in fact sinning at some aspect. You are in the wrong.

You know this and when you attempt to step away, Johan makes sure that you’re certain you’ve made a mistake.

At the end of the day he is a man, a man that’s much more stronger than you. Your silly attempts at pushing him are simply dismissed.

Then his tongue is suddenly in your mouth.

It’s not overwhelming at all. You were somewhat expecting it. How wrong that was.

The most sinful part however wasn’t the realisation of what you’re doing but rather the sounds of it. The longer you both continue this never ending warmth, the more you remember where exactly you are and how loud you are compared to the emptiness around you.

It’s only when you part you feel the warmth on your cheeks and ears. The sudden unfamiliar shyness takes over when he offers a soft smile so all you can bare to do is turn to face the many alight candle. Burning so fast and quick like the beating of your heart.

You wish to be engulfed by the flames but a part of you senses that you already have.

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

TAGLIST: @nimuelis @meigalahadovna @sugaredpersimmon @thesimpupthesky @sarcastic-cookie @mellechan

[ranposbabe]

sometimes i wish i could go back to 2021 to fulfill my prophecy of writing my obsession that is rindou haitani x reader fics

like that one fanfic i never got to publish 😔

[ranposbabe]

(Ongoing) Masterlist

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

To be continued…

[ranposbabe]

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 20

Your neck aches. Badly. Not in tightness. No. Your neck felt a burning sensation only where the pitiful necklace was wrapped around practically choking you. Your hand reaches hesitantly for it and yet no matter the tug, it’s clearly not going anywhere.

You lay awake in the intolerable excuse of a bed. The covers thrown off as it felt like scratches against your sensitive skin. Your legs slightly shake due to the coldness and the unsettling anxiousness as your heart beats too quickly for your liking. You sit up in an attempt to stop the suffocation but it’s too much.

Just thinking about the constant feeling that your insides despised you and were shrinking in vain made it many times worse.

You want it to stop. If it can’t stop then let it be a break. Your nails dig into your arms in response, leaving behind temporarily dents in your flesh.

It’s late. So late that you don’t even hear the sounds of crows or anything. The manor is so quiet. Your ears crave for the sound of something comforting. You wonder had everyone gone to bed ? If they had good for them. You were curious, had they ever woken up in the middle of the night and felt the god awful nauseous feeling that buries itself into the depth of your belly. You think that if they ever did, at least they probably had a reason to.

You just woke up never feeling at ease.

For a moment you think of William. You can’t imagine him not being at ease. He’s so collected together at all times and aswell he’s so mature. How does he do it ?

The curtains not closed so you can see right out to the never ending darkness.

It’s so dark outside that you can barely even make out the grass. But only then when you stared out a shadow amongst shadows appeared. Like a tall figure making itself known. “What the fuck ?” You mumble, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to clear your mind and sight. It’s still there. Your heart is beating fast again and your brain is convincing you that you’re going to vomit. The sudden adrenaline makes you run. You run, barefoot, right down the stairs and before you can tell yourself to stop you’re standing outside in the freezing cold garden.

“At last we meet again.” A voice spoke out, the figure had its back turned.

“Are you talking to me ?” You awkwardly turn, as if there was someone obviously there.

Although you’re still not sure if you’re dreaming or not. Your eyes wander yet your figure remains still. No matter how much you squint you still can’t make out anything.

“It’s like !” You start, looking down at your wrist only to realise. “Shit I haven’t got a watch.”

“It’s like two in the morning, what do you want ?” Tiredness gave you the ability to lack to care for stranger danger.

“If you’re looking for one of the men they’re inside.” You instantly take it back because wait who is this person ? Could be a thief for all you know ! “I’ve no interest in speaking to others. Frankly not even to you but I must make it known.”

“Okayyy.” You have a blank stare.

All this confusion was starting to give you a headache. Are you dreaming or something ?

You don’t recall your dreams ever being this vivid. “I should’ve put atleast socks on.” You shake your head. Your toes were worryingly starting to look blue. You have a headache at this point.

The figure, a man, turn and you can just about make out a top hat and a indigo coat. Somewhat familiar ? “You risk yourself searching for answers that serve no purpose to your cause.” He states, his tone clear as day. You can’t make out his face. Does he even have one ? Before you can question anything, in a swift moment a sharpness enters you and suddenly you’re really cold.

You barely look down, too afraid to look but when you have the courage to look up again, he’s vanished.

You thought your heart racing was bad ? You thought period cramps were bad ? Fuck that ! this was ten times unimaginablely worse.

You place your hand onto your stomach only to feel something wet. Somethings definitely not right. You looked down and suddenly all was clear. Your hand stained in scarlet.

You’ve. Been. Stabbed.

Just when you thought your headache was starting to go away.

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

TAGLIST: @elvyshiarieko @queenofspades403 @simpy-geli-lol @phoenix666stuff @lindoasd @silveredwood @nimuelis @cherryher @whyintheworldamiherelolzhalpme @slxt4h1m

[ranposbabe]

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 19

“Would you care for some tea ?” Louis asked, already aware of the answer. “Of course, as long as it’s your tea.” William replied with a smile as he carefully took the teacup from his brother. Louis gave a soft smile as he placed the teapot down. The newspaper still laid out on the table in front of William. A quick glance at it and he saw the display of the news of a dreadful affair concerning a certain noblemen.

William wouldn’t allow himself to become distracted. Never. Especially when it came to these dire times when the world needed cleansing from the “nobles” but for a moment he walked within the illusion.

“y/n.” He simply stated. Louis raised his head in confusion. Were they not to speak of the nobleman they planned to take care of or were they to wait for once Albert arrived back ?

Either way, wouldn’t there be a better topic to discuss. “Thoughts ?” William added.

Conflicted a little, Louis remained puzzled trying to put his thoughts together on someone he doesn’t even think about.

“She rather perculiar isn’t she ?” Louis says.

“You dislike her ?” William asks, genuinely seeking his brother’s opinion.

“She’s not some cruel noble.” Louis disagrees, still gathering his thoughts.

“It’s just difficult to make sense of. We know nothing of her.” He says before taking a tea cup and taking a sip. “Yet.” He reasons with himself. “She knows nothing of us.”

“She is rather complicated.” William agrees, closing over the newspaper. No changing topic now. “I think she’s lonely.” Louis adds which makes William stop in his own thoughts.

“Yet she stops herself from evolving.”

“May I ask your thoughts ?” Louis wonders with a slight smile to his lips. William looks away momentarily but can barely get a word in.

The door opens and the brother that they have waited on arrives. “What’s this we’re speaking of ?” Albert asks, walking in questioning despite already hearing his brother’s talk, hanging his coat up.

“We’re aware you’ve heard everything, Albert.” William replies, a smirk evident on his lips.

“I must say.” Albert starts, taking a seat opposite the younger men. “After the previous dilemma, one must wonder who she’s involved with.” He states his part. William and Louis listen keenly. “I doubt her being taken has anything to do with us. She isn’t associated with us socially. The fact remains that she could as well be in some sort of danger, the limitation of such is unknown.”

“What will happen next ?” Louis inquires, not expecting a response.

“I’ll need to speak to her.” William doesn’t hesitate to speak.

“Without her running away.” William clarifies with determination in his tone.

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

TAGLIST: @elvyshiarieko @queenofspades403 @simpy-geli-lol @phoenix666stuff @lindoasd @silveredwood @nimuelis @cherryher @whyintheworldamiherelolzhalpme @slxt4h1m

[ranposbabe]

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 18

The complete darkness was so soothing. It was comforting, peaceful and not chaotic.

The complete opposite of your so called life. But of course it’s ripped away from you in an instant. Quite literally. “You have to get up.” You know who it is, even if you’re half asleep. Right now as you find it within yourself to hold back, you’ve demoted him to the one with the glasses. “Says who ?” You groan, holding back the urge to scream.

“The sun.” He simply spoke.

You’re blinded by the overwhelming amount of light shined through the small room.

You’ve been tested time and time again but nothing compares to this. Compares to him.

“Don’t interfere with our plans.” His voice didn’t carry the tone of a threat but you felt it.

What was he even talking about ?

“You think I actually care enough to do that ?” You shut your eyes, it was too early to care about a threat. What even was their actual plans ? What do these men even do with their days ? Does nobility mean to do nothing ?

Although you’ve never encountered people so rich, you always thought rich were pricks. Like that saying “eat the rich” or whatever.

They didn’t seem that bad. For now.

“You’re still here ?” You roll your eyes.

He’s stood in the doorway at least.

You could practically feel his stare it was burning through you. “I didn’t ask for a lecture !” You groan rather to yourself, finally coming to terms with the fact that you’ll never know peace…with the one with glasses. “Yet you had no problem interrupting Williams lecture the other day, did you ?” Louis was quick with his response it was almost impressive. “He told you about that ?” You yawn, not even being capable of acting surprised. “Of course he did. Why did you do that anyway ?” He calls, already on his way out, unwilling to hear your excuse.

“I needed answers !” You groan one more, your voice muffled from your head being trapped under the pillow. Attempting to block out the annoying sound of four eyes.

“You know what ?” You mumble to yourself, peeking out from below the pillow.

“I can’t be bothered.” Just like that your face practically slams into the pillow and you’re asleep within seconds.

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

TAGLIST: @elvyshiarieko @queenofspades403 @simpy-geli-lol @phoenix666stuff @lindoasd @silveredwood @nimuelis @cherryher @whyintheworldamiherelolzhalpme @slxt4h1m

[ranposbabe]

Delight | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 17

An empty, miserable and dark street was all you saw. The sense of familiarity and uncertainty being mixed together began flowing through your veins. It made you uneasy.

Though you were quick to realise that the comfort was something you could physically feel. Your chin was practically shoved against your collarbone, taken aback by the fact that you weren’t wearing the clothes given to you from another century. You were wearing your own clothes again. Sweatpants once again !

The clothes, your clothes it felt so right.

The freedom of no longer being restricted to wearing a skirt was becoming overwhelming. You missed it.

The street lights. Literal lanterns, gloomed against the moonlight which made the sky burn in amber. It reminded you of something you couldn’t recall. How frustrating. The glooming light looked warm but you felt so cold. There was no breeze but the hairs on your arms stood up in warning.

Although your eyes raced back and forth, trying to understand your surroundings, your feet were practically stuck to the ground as if a warning not to go any further.

As though your mind wasn’t able to process for much longer, a sudden force made you sure of that. A harsh squeezing sensation on your windpipe continued. It was a figure, a shadow, the aura was evidently indigo.

As if your neck was closing up tighter by each second that agonisingly passed by.

His hand suddenly pulls at the necklace

You can’t see his face but from the shadows you can barely make out the smirk evident on his face. He pulls at the necklace but it doesn’t snap. It pulls and pulls against your neck digging into your skin you swear that it’s broken skin as you feel the chilling coldness of seemingly blood dripping down the back of your neck. You can’t even make out the features on his face as your eyes squint up at him.

“Delightful isn’t it ?”

You’re instantly awake as you jump, sitting up from the bed. Your eyes race around your surroundings seeing nothing but complete darkness except from the window. Normally, you’d turn right over and fall back asleep but now is different. Everything is different. The fear of something severely wrong grows the more you sit in bed with your heart racing faster by every second that goes by.

Your ears picked up on the sound of something not far from the window.

The sound was a caw of a crow

A crow or the crow ?

The sky was so dark, almost too dark you couldn’t help but wonder…

Is the nightmare truly over ?

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

TAGLIST: @elvyshiarieko @queenofspades403 @simpy-geli-lol @phoenix666stuff @lindoasd @silveredwood @nimuelis @cherryher @whyintheworldamiherelolzhalpme @slxt4h1m

[ranposbabe]

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 16

You’re filled with exhaustion to the point where your eyes are squinting and you’re that tired and fed up that youre convinced you can’t be bothered to figure what’s exactly infront of you as you sluggishly walk down the corridor.

You can’t stop wondering about previous conversations and how they make absolutely no sense until you’re stopped once Moran passes you on his way out to who knows where.

“Bring these to Fred will you.” He carelessly drops the garden equipment into your arms, holding on tightly, adjusting to the sudden weight. “Why ?” You ask with genuine concern.

“That’s where he works.” He so casually states, already walking off.

Fred works in the garden ?

It was only then did you realise that you’ve never showed interest in their…interest.

No wonder latest conversations don’t make any sense. Just like that he’s off doing who knows what. “I never agreed to do your chores.” You mumble as soon as you’re certain he isn’t within hearing distance.

You want to drink and sleep. Or sleep. Or just drink. Constant repeat either way. Going round and round until you stop or you really can’t stop If you couldn’t do one you’d simply make way with the other. Perhaps it was due to tiredness or lack of energy to enter the garden but as you pass another corridor, a stairway going by down meets your eye.

Maybe there was nothing down there but there was nothing wrong with having a look just to be sure right ?

So as you abandon the task and leave the tools behind you find your way down the stairs where it seemingly becomes darker and darker. It’s then all you find is a closed door.

You shouldn’t open it. Look what happened last night. You shouldn’t. Well actually too bad because as your mind wonders, the decision is already made for you. Will you ever learn ?

The door instantly flies open and you can only freeze as you stare on with widen eyes as the tip of a gun was inches from your face. Never in your life did you think you’d ever be so close to death, let alone a gun. Now you’re wide awake ! But as you cover your eyes with your hands it was only then did your soon fo be killer somehow recognise you.

Even if you had no idea who he was.

Your hands lower as you realise there’s no actual threat…yet.

“Ah ! It’s you !” The man who you instantly recognise as strange. But honestly it doesn’t shock you, all these men are strange.

When you bravely open your eyes your met with the sight of a rather tall blond man. You would’ve been weirded out just by the gun but it was only when the man lowered the weapon did you actually notice that he was wearing a blindfold.

“Well hello !” He smiles as if it wasn’t the first time he had done so. You’d honestly rather he’d put the gun in your face again his smile was slightly throwing you off. “Who are you ?” You hastily ask, your hand pressed against the frame of the door in case of a quick need to getaway. “Ha ! You think you have the upper hand because you asked first !” He turns, welcoming you into his space as he returns to his seat.

“You’re the one that has dear William sweating with stress aren’t you ?” He states rather than questions as his back faces you. What is this lunatic talking about ? “Are you…German ?” You ask, raising a brow, timidly walking into the room. Of all the questions you could’ve asked you’re not sure why that was the first to leave your lips.

A hum escapes past his lips as he continues on with whatever it was he exactly was doing.

Your eyes flicker around the room in a attempt to understand your surroundings. Guns everywhere. “Why are you down here ?” You ask, keeping your distance from him.

“This is where I work.” He casually states, standing up, noticing the distance.

You cautiously walk over, careful to still keep some minor distance between yourself and the blind man. Moran never mentioned him to you did he ? “Von Herder, at your service. You may call me Herder.” He offers his hand. You notice the navy suit he wears. “y/n.” You give him your hand which in return he gives a strong handshake. “Well since we are now acquainted may I ask what caused your visit ?”

He’s rather occupied so he’s not actively waiting for an answer that’ll probably never come. He’s already turned away before you could even open your mouth in a attempt to give a reason. “Ah ! I get it now !” He spoke, looking through a draw he had opened.

“You came here to get your own weapon !” Herder declared, nodding along.

You could only stare back in complete shock at his seemingly happily accusation. You were honestly a fool to think that nothing dangerous would happen now that you were stuck here.

“I’m not looking for a weapon !” You laugh, raising your hands in defence along with cautiously taking a step or two back away from the blond man.

“I’d think it’d be necessary for you to have defence It’ll benefit not only you but William aswell.” He defended with such conviction it was throwing you off guard.

“What does this have to do with him ?” You ask with certain unease.

“Trust me, it has everything to do with him.”

You swear you just saw him wink under that blindfold of his.

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

TAGLIST: @elvyshiarieko @queenofspades403 @rayonfirethe2nd @simpy-geli-lol @phoenix666stuff @lindoasd @silveredwood @nimuelis @cherryher @whyintheworldamiherelolzhalpme @slxt4h1m

[ranposbabe]

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 15

How long does it take before a person’s secrets are no longer secrets ? Technically you’re not purposely hiding anything but it’s getting a bit personal now.

It’s true when they say the longer you keep something to yourself the harder it is to hold in.

You can’t say it’s completely your fault. You didn’t choose this but you’re not sure how long you can keep this facade up for.

There’s nothing you can do. At all. Is there ?

If you told them that you were from over a century from their now, what would they think ? Would they think you even more mad than they already think you are ? Would they lock you away into an asylum and throw away the key ? Would asylums be in a worse condition than the ones from your time ? Oh god this is exactly what happens once you start overthinking everything and lately you’ve had plenty of time to do that !

Even if they do believe you, would there even be any benefit in doing so ? You still don’t know how you got here. If you found the way to get back it definitely wouldn’t have anything to do with them.

Your mind thinks back to the conversation you had with William only a few hours ago.

What was he going to say ? Why did you have to be stupid and interrupt him ? Did he really think it was unlikely that you were unmarried ?

Or did he mean something else ? What was he going to say after that ? He was going to make a point and you stopped him !

You didn’t think about it then but now you can’t stop thinking about it.

It’s all becoming so conflicting and you’re at the center of it all.

Walking down the dimly lit corridor, what you saw ahead was two doors tightly shut and for what ever reason your interest has peaked.

Especially how as you quietly step closer you can make out some voices. Multiple voices. It wasn’t clear what they were saying but the curiosity in you was starting to take over.

You should walk away it’s obvious.

The group of them and the doors are closed off for a reason and you know earsdropping is bad ! But…is it that bad once they don’t know that you’ve done it ?

Your shoulder leans against the door and so does your body weight as you contemplate pressing your ear to the door.

But you have little time to contemplate when the door is suddenly opened. Your knees buckle beneath you but the last second you manage to grip on the door and save yourself from falling. But your feet dance around trying to save your balance. It could’ve been worse.

“Hello.” You cough, clearing your throat.

There they all were staring right back at you.

At least Fred had somewhat of an apologetic look within his eyes, his hand still on the handle.

“Is everything alright ?” Albert asked, a teacup and saucer in his hand, Louis stood by his side.

William sat opposite Albert, his back turned, he looks over his shoulder. He’s polite in acknowledgement but also quiet like you interrupted them. Well, you did.

“Yes.” Is all you can muster up. You’re quick to take a step back, wanting to disappear.

“You’re welcome to join us if you desire.”

William called, his back still turned from you.

There’s a sudden change in the room.

It suddenly feels too full and you’re still stuck in the doorway. Everyone’s eyes bore into William’s eye yet he remained calm as ever.

Everyone but him looked around to meet each others eyes, dumbfounded by what he so casually said. A few steps was what you scarcely took and suddenly you’re among them as William spoke to the others of

“taking care of a nobleman” but he left it at that. You’re stood there left to wonder what he was talking about. Take care as in they had a visitor on the way ? Take care as in there was someone to help ? Generosity?

The conversation is quick to end.

But were you just tricked ?

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

TAGLIST: @elvyshiarieko @queenofspades403 @rayonfirethe2nd @simpy-geli-lol @phoenix666stuff @lindoasd @silveredwood @nimuelis @cherryher @whyintheworldamiherelolzhalpme @slxt4h1m

[ranposbabe]

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 14

a/n: heeyyy *bites lip in despair*

“You’ve recovered ?” Moran asks, a whisky glass in his hand and his legs sprawled out on the opposite chair. “What’s it to you ?” You raise a brow, barely facing him to meet his gaze as your arms moved vigorously, desperate to sweep the seemingly none existent dirt away so you could leave as quickly as possible. He rotates his hand, his drank, which was almost completely drank, swirled in the glass. He was clearly amused at your despair. All you want is to wipe that smirk off his face so bad it pinches your skin. “My my ! What an attitude !” He places his drink down. “It seems your recent dramatic event has left you quiet.”

You wish he got the message.

Your grip on the broom is tight, so tight that you may end up with a splinter as your knuckles began to turn white. All you were doing was simply attempting to sweep the floor and yet someone just had to barge right in, he might as well of had mud under his boots.

He was acting too much.

“You call being kidnapped just a dramatic event ?” You squint in irritation. If he was so casual about this, then what exactly would be extreme to him ?

“Pick up my chores and I’ll make sure you won’t be let out.” He walks past you not without shoving the brush in your hand.

You were though ! He had no reason to parade around you like that with his drink ! His clear reason for his appearance was obviously just to taunt you as he didn’t even try to have a decent conversation with you. Not once did he ask about your well being -not that you cared- and worse he didn’t even ask you to take up his chores. He told you to.

He could go fuck himself for all you cared.

Just when you thought you were alone with yourself a voice that you agonisingly recognise spoke out from behind.

“Pardon me but could I speak with you for a moment ?”

It’s him. Unfortunately so, it’s him. You hate that no words can slip past your lips when he speaks to you. You try very hard to ignore it but Moran smirking doesn’t help. You’re quick to make a face at him to remind him thats he’s an annoying prick that’s not helping. “Okay.” You sigh, attempting to prove not only Moran but yourself wrong. You’re hesitant but quick to turn to finally face him.

William, still polite with his hands behind his back. You can only reply with a small nod and placing the brush away, abandoning the useless act.

A tall bottle of whatever-seemingly wine was placed at the edge of Williams office desk.

At only moment the bottle could tip over and smash in an instant. The feeling was mutual.

It looked quick to grab like a tease.

Perhaps it was. William had placed it there.

“You like to indulge yourself in drinking ?” He starts the conversation abruptly, you dish t speak once entirely on your way to the office.

“Who doesn’t ?” You shrug, standing still, noticing how the bottle a filled to the brim.

He sits down and raises his hand, offering the seat opposite him. That wasn’t there before when you hid under the desk ? It sounded awful now just thinking it. You decline, nerves kicking in. “So what is it ?” You ask, not realising how blunt you sounded.

“I wanted to know that you’re content, miss.”

His hands locked together, elbows rested on the desk. You noted how he had a gentle look on his face. Gentle but his eyes still had a gaze that contained knowledge like he knew something deeper. What did he know ? You’ve no idea.

“Why are you acting so formal ?” You shake your head, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Oh wait-weren’t these seemingly fancy rich men bred to be this way ? Well Moran definitely wasn’t.

He still remained serious though, patiently waiting for you to answer his question as if he didn’t hear your remark.

There’s a sense of welcoming in his tone and yet you can’t help but also feel an evident bit of fake along with it. You look over, he’s still remains well composed with a faint polite smile on his face despite the awkwardness due to the silence between you both.

“You, a young attractive seemingly without a spouse appear-

He stops himself when your face shows confusion, not wanting to offend you. Not one bit. “Unless I’m mistaken ?” He’s polite as usual but you notice the slight raise in his brows and you wonder what does his face look like when he’s not all mister kind. Does his unreal eyes change when he’s mad ? Does his brows soften when he’s sad ? Does he pout ? Has he ever pouted ? What does he look like when he-

“Huh ?” You spoke, mouth opened like a fish out of water. He offers a soft small smile on amusement. “Can I ask you something stupid ?” You change the topic not so swiftly. You’re willing to sacrifice a couple of brain cells to save you from this awkward never ending discussion. “There is no childish question.” He states, he sits still in his chair, still confident yet eyeing you somewhat cautiously as you move towards his side as if in secret. “I found a note.” You pull from the banding of your skirt. No pockets, what a joy.

“I don’t understand it and I thought maybe you’d understand it ?” You hand him the note which he carefully takes, you become fidget with your hands as your left empty handed, taking in the slight silence as William opens the folded piece of paper.

“I thought maybe if there was someone I could ask about it would be you ?”

He stares upon the writing, taking it in.

He is the lord of crime is all laid out on the paper. It was then at that exact moment you think you know what Williams face looks like for even a split second when he’s conflicted.

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

TAGLIST: @elvyshiarieko @queenofspades403 @rayonfirethe2nd @simpy-geli-lol @phoenix666stuff @lindoasd @silveredwood @nimuelis @cherryher @whyintheworldamiherezhalpme @slxt4h1m

i am so sorry omg

[ranposbabe]

Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 13

“Violet blue green red to keep me at arms length don’t work-

“Shut it !” The man barks, throwing the the knife against th bar. You’re too fed up to even flinch despite your back being pressed against the cooling bars.

“You’ve been mumbling that blasted song for the last hour now !

“Well what else am I suppose to do ?” You scoff, somewhat curious of any actual options of what else there was to do. Sit and rot away. Nothing new basically.

A sudden bang went off. So quick !

They’ve got guns. You were a fool to think that maybe they’d starve you to death or you’d just die really slowly when you no longer had the will to live.

As if you weren’t even in the room, he’s quick to leave to discover what exactly had caused such commotion. When he stumbles out of the room it isn’t long until you hear the commotion of yelling along with the sound of another bang. You somehow could make out the thud of something or rather someone hitting the floor. Curiosity killed the stupid cat.

The door suddenly opens and suddenly the room feels too occupied.

You slowly prepared yourself to turn around to look your killer dead in the eyes.

When people are moments away from meeting death, they typically think about their loved ones or what they did wrong in life but yours ? You’d actually kill for a drink right now. “If you’re going to kill me then you’re better off just doing it now-

You didn’t look up to face any of the men who took you. The man you now stared up at in worry and slight wonder was none other than William himself.

He stood there dressed in all black

If you thought the man’s outfits were unusual before this just proved it even more. William takes the keys in his pocket to unlock your forlorn cage. You’re suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of exhaustion, you don’t dare to ask any questions despite them all running through your mind.

“You’re not hurt are you ?”

You can barely shake your head as his words play over and over in your head. When was the last time you’ve heard his voice ? You’re still sat on the cold ground as he stands over you. You could’ve sworn this has happened before ?

His gloved hand reaches out for you to take and you’re rather hesitant in doing so. Maybe it was because you were cold but you’ve never felt so much warmth from another’s hand. Then again he was wearing gloves. “Are we leaving this place ?” You’re desperate for certainty and William grants it as he confirms with a nod of certainty as you hurriedly escaped the unfamiliar scenery.

When you both find yourself outside, you’re quickly welcomed by not the greetings but the sight of the others.

But it’s Albert’s smile towards William makes you freeze in your spot with realisation. You’re quick to let go of his hand.

You don’t look at anyone as you mumble a small thanks. You’ll be sure to show your gratitude once you’re certain you’re away from here. The sudden rush of embarrassment takes over you and tears almost spill but with a shake of your head they’re gone before they even appear.

Due to your circumstances, no one could blame as as you looked behind your shoulder, making sure that no others were accompanying you along with the others.

If something like this were to happen again could William and the others save you once more ?

Could they do it again ? Could William do it again ? You weren’t exactly hoping to find out. You’re slightly unsure when making your way to their carriage.

It was kinda funny before all this you’d never even been near one and yet you were nearly hit by one and kidnapped in another. What are the odds ?

You had to remind yourself that this wasn’t like before. William sits across from you as he loosely wraps a coat around your shoulders. You didn’t attempt to adjust it as it hangs loosely around your shaking shoulders. The coldness was starting to get to you.

Calm and collected. You were slightly intimidated to be the only one somewhat shaken by what happened. You were confused beyond. Had they done this before ? All of them were well composed even in such a situation like this.

William and his brothers share a certain look. Your eyes flutter shut as slumber slowly begins to take over. But before they did Williams sees the lifelessness still in your eyes. He understands it.

So many people have that look in their eyes just like you. Perhaps you’re just another one of the people William wants to see the light appear back into their eyes. Another reason to carry on with his cause.

As you got out of the carriage you couldn’t help but stand still as the fresh air felt so freely against your skin. As you placed your hands into the pockets your left hand was quick to retract as something unfamiliar touched your fingers. There was something in the pocket.

In your pocket something crumbled touched your fingers. You pull it out and inravell the piece of torn paper to find six words written. Your brows furrow in confusion. Not only are you confused by how the note has ended up in your possession but the six words throw you into more wonder. Simple words that threw you completely off guard.

He is the lord of crime.

if you wish to be added to the taglist please comment below to let me know!!!

TAGLIST: @elvyshiarieko @queenofspades403 @rayonfirethe2nd @simpy-geli-lol @phoenix666stuff @lindoasd @silveredwood @nimuelis @cherryher