#moriarty imagine

[married-to-google-translater]

What would each of the yanderes morairty reaction to reader being pregnant?

Ok U didin't give characters so I just write this for William

Yandere William James Moriarty

William would be pleased…

very pleased

It goes without saying that handsome brain rat would have planned this.

This would happen quickly after the wedding.

And William noticed the changes in your behavior very quickly.

He will also notice changes in your eating.

And the fact that you've suddenly started to feel bad in the mornings.

He would have been watching you.

Although he seems busy.

William would definitely use this to keep you with him.

He would also tell your family the good news.

This would definitely be an attempt to pressure you even more.

To pressure you to stay with him.

Forever.

William would become more overprotective during your pregnancy.

You would only get out with him.

Besides that, he would try to arrange that almost someone would always be with you.

Escape would be impossible.

William hopes this will help you fall in love with him.

This would also give him "extra motivation" in his task

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine trying to warn Sherlock that Moriarty is free…

The verdict was in - not guilty. You honestly wanted to shake the jury by their shoulders and ask why they had left their rational thoughts at home. The judge slammed the gavel, signalling for Moriarty to be free of his bonds and when you looked at the man, you could have sworn that he winked.

John nudged your arm, reminding you that it was time to follow the rest of the courtroom out. Once the pair of you were out on the street in much cleaner air, John pulled out his phone and began punching in a number.

“I’m calling Sherlock. He needs to know that this maniac is going to be walking about like a free man.”

Giving him a nod, you pulled out your own device. “I’m going to head back to Scotland Yard.”

John instantly pulled his phone away from his ear as it started to ring.

“What? Y/n we need to stay together.”

“I know but I need to set up a protective detail on Sherlock and Baker Street. Moriarty doesn’t care about collateral damage.” You reminded the good doctor.

Pointing at you, John’s expression was stern and serious. “Okay but be careful. I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

You gave the man a brief hug before turning and bolting down the street to hail a cab. Thankfully, the area was crawling with the vehicle you required. Once you had hopped in, you dialled Lestrade’s personal number and hoped with each ring that he wasn’t otherwise engaged. Your heart was pounding in your ears, the traffic felt slower than normal and the phone wasn’t being picked up as if the matter wasn’t of import.

“Come on.” You edged nervously, staring outside at the pedestrians huddled on the sidewalk.

When the signal turned green, the call was answered by the man you had been trying to reach. “Greg? Oh, thank god.”

“Y/n, I just heard the news. How are you holding up?” The detective inspector asked.

“Honestly I’m pissed but we can get into that later. Listen, I need a favour. I need a-“

“You need a protection detail on Sherlock, I know.” Lestrade guessed correctly. “I filed in the paperwork as soon as Moriarty’s trial started and got it fast tracked. It felt appropriate since you, Sherlock and John have thwart his schemes the most.”

You frowned. Something didn’t feel right about the way he was talking about the detail. “And?” You prompted.

“And it got rejected as soon as Moriarty was acquitted.”

You were mad and disappointed - in all honesty, you wanted to scream. But you pushed it all down and did what you could to tackle the problem. Leaning forward, you tapped the driver on the glass to get his attention.

“Yes, dear?” The elderly man smiled.

“Change of plans - take me to 221B Baker Street please.”

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Shit, you almost forgot Lestrade was on the phone.

As the car turned left onto Baker Street, you kept a tight grip on the device. “If Scotland Yard won’t help, I’ll do it myself.” You told your friend before hanging up just as the taxi pulled up to the curb.

Paying for the ride, you made a mad dash to the front door, pushing it open to get inside. It was mostly quiet. Mrs Hudson was running the cafe and it was clear that John wasn’t home from the lack of his coat from the hallway rack.

There was an absence of people and yet you heard teacups being set upon saucers and very low voices speaking. Heart leaping into your throat, you raced up the stairs and burst into the open flat of 221B.

“Sherlock-”

The rest of your sentence died on your tongue, ice running through your veins when you saw the man who had almost killed you and your friends without any remorse standing in the living room.

“Hi Y/n.” Moriarty greet when his eyes laid on you. “I take it that your little bid for a protection detail fell flat?”

He knew and he was mocking you for it. Stepping into the flat, you scowled at the enemy. “I’ve kept my friends safe from you before. I can do it again.”

Moriarty smirked. He moved away from Sherlock and across to you on his way to the door. His eyes skimmed over your features before he inhaled.

“You’re just delectable. Ready to give your life for a man who isn’t ready to return the favour. A pity really.” He commented and walked off.

~ More imagines here ~

[yandereaffections]

Sherlock Masterlist

Moriarty

Crushes Brother is in debt to him

Crime boss kidnapping S/o

Sherlock vs Moriarty

Demon Queen S/o

Comforting S/o after watching a Scary Movie

Mycroft vs Moriarty

Kidnapping Headcannons

Bloody Wedding

Famous S/o getting creepy gifts

Jealous

Pregnant S/o Escaping

S/o pregnant with Sherlocks Child

Jealous cause S/os getting attention at the Gym

S/o Breaking Down over a Halloween Prank

Physically weak s/o

Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff

Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention

Smart S/o yet is too trusting

Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing

Affection HC

How he shows his love when off on work

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2

Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival

S/o being spiteful and challenging him

S/o playing horror games

S/o who barely eats TW

S/o who comes from a long line of assassins and government officials

Sherlock Holmes

This is for your Protection

S/o who he cant read

Sherlock vs Moriarty

Sherlock vs Mycroft

Possessive S/o

Vampire Sherlock

Sending Sherlock a Love Letter

Halloween Date

Life Threatening Situation

S/o getting overprotective when Sherlocks insulted

Bed Sharing

Timid S/o being harassed by their ex

Hacker Crush realizing their Husbands having a Affair

Crush found stood up

Being the cause of S/os Amnesia

“Keep your sluttish hand away from MY man.”

“Youre all i think about”

Whipped and Soft for S/o

Jealousy Headcannons

S/o whos stressed over School

Single Parent S/o

Fluffy Headcannons

S/o who is scared of relationships for theyve never been in one

American S/o

Yandere Letter

Murder Mystery

S/o who charges straight into danger

Extremely calm S/o

How hard he fell for S/o

S/o who always accompanies him on cases

Sick S/o

How he shows his love

Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention

Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff

Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2

Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival

Getting S/o a puppy

Formal business S/o dropping everything when he wants them

S/o who plays minecraft a lot

Christian S/o

Mycroft Holmes

Headcannons

Sherlock vs Mycroft

Asking him to sign a marriage certificate

Mycroft vs Moriarty

Trying to Escape

Dense Crush

Irene Adler

Headcannons

Sherlock

NS FW Headcannons

Sub Sherlock cumming in his pants 

Irene

NS FW Headcannons

[leizyzet]

Fan work. Jim Moriarty

The work was created by me and the neural network.

[yourimaginationrealm]

Kid: “Hahaha , you are funny, Miss!”

Your mother: “Y/N, please! The other families are already bad mouthing us because of you!”

You: “Mother, they talk about us even when I don’t do this. And what about making this cute child laugh!”

Your aunt: “ You mean this dirty rat.”

You snorted.

Your mother: “Anyway, I want you to introduce you to the Moriarty Family. Make haste and behave.”

Albert: “Welcome to the Moriarty household. We appreciate you to follow our invitation to our tea party. This is my younger brother William James Moriarty(…..)”

During his formal address of welcome you stare around them. While your focus is else where, your mothers elbow brought you back.

Your mother: “My sincerely apologies for our late arrival. We’ve kinda got hindered by some peasants…”

You kinda got angry as you fake smiled.

“But mother…. I don’t think Mr. Moriarty and his brothers don’t mind. We make a homeless child laugh and just delayed by 10 minutes. Any child laugh should be worth this time, right Mr. Albert James Moriarty ? Anyway what else should happen when we arrived late? The tea which gets every time refilled getting cold ? All the lady getting their nails on the Bachelors here? Hearing how all these families talking down the lower class?

Forgive me my rudeness yet I think, even when we came a hour late we didn’t miss anything…..”

Your mother just had her mouth wide open as you still stand politely in front of Albert.

You mother: “Y/N-!”

Albert and William next to him chuckled.

William: “No apologies, Miss L/N, for speaking the truth.”

Albert: “I think we invite Miss L/N to our table. I hope, you don’t mind Mrs L/N…?”

Your mother: “Of course not! “

Even, you were surprised. Actually, you wanted to piss them off and losing interest on you.

You walked behind the brothers to their table as female eyes are burnt into your back. You hear their whisper about you when you stretch your tongue out to them yet not obviously. The women gasped.

Albert saw it in the mirror of a window and he chuckled again.

‘She is a interesting one !”

[neontokyoo]

Hi can i request for William James Moriarty x fem reader for 65 and 83. Like reader lost baby on there Jack the ripper mission and everyone tried to cheer reader up but it didn't went well for some time

Thanks

This one is so cute and sad at the same time. I was crying myself a river writing it. Anyways, hope you like it!

Pairing: William James Moriarty x Fem!Reader

Prompts: 65, 83

Genre: Fluff, angst

Warnings: Pregnancy, miscarriage, angst

You stare at the pregnancy test in your hand, your heart pounding so hard you feel like it might burst out of your chest. Positive. You're pregnant. A million thoughts race through your mind as you try to process the news. You're excited, terrified, and overwhelmed all at once.

As you sit there on the bathroom floor, you can't help but think about your husband, William. He's the love of your life, your partner in crime, your everything. You know he'll be thrilled when he finds out you're pregnant, but you can't help feeling nervous about how he'll react.

You pick yourself up off the floor and make your way to your bedroom, where William is working at his desk. He looks up as you enter the room, and his eyes immediately lock on the pregnancy test in your hand.

"Y/N, what's that?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

You take a deep breath and hold out the test. "I'm pregnant, William," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes widen in surprise, but then a huge smile spreads across his face. "Y/N, that's wonderful news!" he exclaims, standing up from his desk and coming over to embrace you.

You feel a weight lift off your shoulders as William hugs you tightly, his arms strong and reassuring. You bury your face in his chest, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

"I'm so happy, William," you say, your voice choked with emotion.

He pulls back and looks into your eyes, his own shining with love and happiness. "I can't wait to be a father," he says, his hand resting on your stomach.

Over the next few weeks, you and your husband begin to plan for your future as a family. You research baby names and nursery decor, while William reads up on parenting books and starts making arrangements for your child's education.

You can't help but feel a little nervous about the future. After all, you and William are both criminals, and you're not sure how having a child will affect your work. But your husband is confident that he can balance both his life as a mastermind and his role as a father, and you trust him completely.

As your pregnancy progresses, you begin to experience all the joys and challenges that come with carrying a child. William is always there for you, supporting you through morning sickness, back pain, and everything in between.

One night, as you're lying in bed together, William reaches over and places a hand on your stomach. "I can't wait to meet our little one," he says softly, his eyes shining in the dim light.

You smile and place your hand on top of his. "I can't either," you say. "I just hope they have your intelligence and my... well, I don't know what I bring to the table."

William chuckles. "Don't sell yourself short, Y/N. You're the heart of this family. Without you, we'd be lost."

You feel a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your chest, and you snuggle closer to your husband. "I love you, William," you say.

"I love you too, Y/N," he replies, his arm tightening around you.

A few weeks later, shortly after your husband's 'Jack the Ripper mission', you receive the devastating news that your baby didn't make it through the mission. You feel as if your world has come crashing down around you. The joy and anticipation you felt during pregnancy have been replaced with a deep, overwhelming sense of grief.

William is beside you, his hand squeezing yours tightly. You can see the pain etched on his face, and you know that he's struggling to come to terms with the loss of your child just as much as you are.

"We'll get through this together, Y/N," he says softly, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination.

You nod, tears streaming down your face. "I know," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

In the weeks that follow, you and William try to pick up the pieces of your shattered lives. You take some time off from your criminal activities, focusing instead on supporting each other through your grief.

William spends his days researching and planning for his next move, determined to make those responsible for your child's death pay. You can see the fire in his eyes, and you know that he won't rest until he's avenged your child.

As for you, you find solace in spending time with your husband, and talking about your hopes and dreams for the future. You also reflect on the brief but meaningful time you had with your child, cherishing the memories of the kicks and flutters you felt in your belly.

"It's going to be all right, y/n," Louis assures you as he fills up a cup of tea. "It's going to hurt for a while, but you did what you could. There's nothing you can do, now."

You look up at your brother-in-law, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I know," you whisper. "But I can't help but feel like it was my fault. Maybe if I'd been more careful-"

"Don't go blamin' yourself, now, mate," Moran interrupts you. "There was absolutely nothing you could've done to prevent it. Sometimes life can just be a bit of a bitch for no reason at all."

"Moran is right," Bond agrees. "You can blame yourself all you want, but what's done is done, and it wasn't your fault at all."

Looking down at your feet, your fists clench tightly onto your skirt as tears continued to stream down your face.

"I know," you manage to say. Your throat feels tight and you can't seem to speak as clearly as usual. "Thank you. . ."

One night, as you and William are lying in bed together, he turns to you and takes your hand in his. "Y/N, I know we've been through a lot, but I want you to know that I still believe in our future together," he says, his eyes locking onto yours.

You feel a glimmer of hope stir within you, and you turn to face him. "What do you mean?" you ask.

He takes a deep breath. "I mean that I still believe that we can have the family we always dreamed of," he says. "I know that we can never replace our child, but I still want to try again. With you."

You feel a surge of emotion wash over you, and you throw your arms around your husband, holding him tight. "I want that too, William," you say. "More than anything."

In the weeks and months that follow, you and William begin to heal from the loss of your child. You start to plan for the future once again, talking about the possibility of trying for another child.

You know that there will always be risks and uncertainties in your lives as criminals, but you also know that together, you and William can face anything that comes your way. And maybe you can still have the family you always dreamed of.

[reina-writes]

Being Holmes’ mastermind criminal sister would include

Requested by anon.

Being Mycroft and Sherlock's sister, however being a master-mind criminal, and a very wild person (wild like joker type of crazy) thank you! I love your writing, always makes me look forward to new writing material! ❤

The brothers knew that there was something off about you since you were young.

You have fun for scaring the shit out of Mycroft, which Sherlock would find amusing.

At first you created an alter ego so that you could challenge Sherlock. After all, you don't want to make things too easy for him.

But then again, your alter ego, Y/N, is much more than just a persona. It's something that you've been hiding deep inside for a long time, and now it's starting to come out. Your alter ego is a way for you to indulge your wild side and test your limits. You enjoy the thrill of the chase and the adrenaline rush that comes with danger and risk-taking.

Despite your criminal activities, you still make an effort to have proper dinner dates with your family and act like everything is going well. 

Your relationship with the family is difficult and even though you may act like everything is well, there are times when you feel outsider and misunderstood. You just can’t resist the sweet lure of the underworld.

You still manage to scare Mycroft, despite his years of experience dealing with difficult situations. Sherlock still finds this amusing. 

You have a career of your own choosing, which you use to cover your illicit business dealings in the underworld.

You have a deep love and admiration for your brothers, despite the fact that they may not always understand or approve of your criminal activities.

You have a dark sense of humor and a tendency to play mind games with people around you. You enjoy manipulating people, especially your brothers, and seeing how far you can push them before they break.

You also relish the challenge of trying to outwit Sherlock, who you see as one of the few people who can match you.

Sherlock would likely be concerned for the safety and well-being of those around him. He would try to intervene and stop your criminal activities, but would do so with a sense of curiosity and a desire to understand your motivations and thought processes.

His reaction would be a mix of curiosity, concern, and a desire to outsmart you. 

He would see the situation and you as a puzzle to be solved.

Mycroft would feel a sense of responsibility for not having been able to intervene earlier in your life and prevent you from going down this path.

He may also feel a sense of guilt for not having been able to protect you from the darker elements of the world that you have now become involved with.

Mycroft would probably try to intervene and stop you even if that meant putting you in jail or otherwise taking drastic action.

Though he may or may not find your intelligence and resourcefulness impressive. Not that he’s going to admit it.

BONUS

Playing your own games with Moriarty. It would be entertaining, long-lasting relationship which would satisfy all needs for both of you.

While it is possible that the relationship could be entertaining and satisfying for both of you, it is important for you to carefully consider the risks and consequences before deciding to engage in this type of activity with Moriarty.

After all, Moriarty is a highly skilled and unpredictable criminal mastermind.

But hey, that’s what makes it so much fun.

[lacelynpage]

Can you please write a Moriarty x reader meet cute? It just seems so unlikely for someone like him to meet his s/o that way, making it even cuter!

Thank you 🙏

After You, Love ~ Moriarty x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summery: You meet the most puzzling person at a café. 

Word count: 1,424

Warnings: Free and clear, Darling

A/N: Anything for you Darling! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this. I love this idea and I hope you enjoy my execution of it! you are a wonderful human being and I send you all my love! See you later Darlings.

Mingling with the common peasants wasn’t really James Moriarty's style. They were all soooo BORING! Seven billion of them and not a single brain cell among them. He found it tedious to have to talk to them. None of them got it. They didn't see what was right in front of their stupid faces. Sometimes, he almost felt bad for how easily he could mess with their empty little heads. Then they actually spoke and any drops of empathy he had was washed away in the tidal wave of disgust that flooded his brain. He did like to watch them though. To study how they talked and walked and pretended to live a life with any sort of purpose. He had a favorite little café in the heart of London that he loved to watch them all from. 

He was standing looking at all the little puppet people running around when from behind him the barista called out his order: a double shot of espresso with a cheese danish. As he grabbed the coffee out of her hand someone else grabbed the little bag with the danish. Startled, he looked to the right and saw someone whose eyes were different than everyone else's. There was something behind them that sparked his interest.

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You thought you had heard your name. In all honesty you were too busy looking at all the people in the café to pay attention. They all seemed so far away from you somehow. Like they all existed on a different plane of reality. You knew they didn't see the world like you did. That they didn't understand things on the level that you understood them. You saw the little strings pulling them around like marionettes putting on a play of living. Sometimes you felt bad for them, but most of the time you were just confused how they could be content to live like that. 

You grabbed the danish bag but before you could grab the espresso someone else did. In utter confusion you looked to your left and saw a man standing there looking just as puzzled as you. The moment your eyes met it was like the whole world went out of focus around him. As if you watched him step onto your plane of existence. Like he was the first person you could truly see.

“Ohh sorry,” you said, holding the bag out to him. “I thought they said my name. I think we got the same order.” you looked him over. Noting the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, His slicked back hair, and his slightly chewed cuticles. 

“S’alright” He said in a thick Irish accent. “You have good taste.” He laughed lightly as he said it. You could feel him studying you as you locked eyes again. It was like he could hear your thoughts as he eyes bore into yours, like he could watch you think. His intense gaze lessened as he began to talk, “I’m Jim. do you ah… do you come round here often? I stop in almost every day and I don't think I’ve seen you before.” 

You shook your head, “No, I’m just here for business. Seemed like a nice spot to catch up on emails, that's all.” You weren't lying, you were here on business, and you did have some emails to read. You tried to put together what he did for a living as you looked him over. His gray suit was expensive which read business man but the callus on his right index finger indicated he commonly fired a weapon. He was a puzzle, one that you needed to solve.

“Y/N!” the barista called again, holding out the same order. It startled you out of your investigation and back to the moment at hand. Jim smirked,

“Y/N, I'll have to remember that.” you chuckled as you took your espresso and danish. 

“Care to join me?” you asked, gesturing to a nearby table.

“Sure, sure” He agreed happily. The two of you sat together for a while, both attempting to riddle out exactly what connected the two of you. The elaborate dance you performed together around the truth of your lives’ was mesmerizing. Eventually, all good things must come to an end. And Jim and you parted ways about an hour or so later. Jim made the excuse of a meeting and you made the same. You were both lying. 

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Your target that night was irritatingly easy. Actually, it was insultingly easy. Government documents are always the simplest, you would think they would at least try to challenge you. 

   The office that you were in was sparsely decorated. A large antique portrait of someone you didn't care to recall was hung on the wall behind their desk. It was a small concrete room, honestly it seemed like a sad place to work. Mycroft Holmes was pretty high up there though so you suspected this was supposed to be a very secure location. You typed away on the desktop, almost absent-mindedly breaking through the encryptions. 

Your mind had wandered back to Jim from the café. Even now he was still perplexing. No one else ever seemed to remotely match you in wit or intellect, but there he had stood, sharp as a razor and clearly just as deadly. There was something unique between the two of you, something you had never felt before. You had talked for an hour without a pause, it was like the electricity between you was tangible. You regretted not getting his number. Though you had a sneaking suspicion that if he wanted to find you, he would. 

The sound of leather shoes creaking at the other end of the room roused you from your thoughts. You pulled your gun from its holster smoothly, pointing it in the direction of the sound. Your eyes were still locked on the screen as your free hand typed away. They whistled as you cocked the gun,

"No need to be hostile, Love" The thick Irish accent made you smile. "After this morning I thought we were friends." You smiled and finally looked up at him. He was in the same grey suit. His hair still slicked back, but his smirk was replaced with a grin. He had his hand in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Soooo… What are you doing?” he whisper-yelled.

“I could ask you the same thing." You glanced back at the screen. The last firewall was almost broken, it wouldn't be long before you were in. "Don't tell me you work for the government." Jim laughed,

"Who, me? Noooo no no no. They are SOOO pointless! They just sit there, with their grandiose illusions of power and importance." He walked closer to the desk as he talked. Rolling his eyes and gesturing with his hands. The cadence of his words sounded almost musical as you broke through the last of the so-called "defenses''. You looked back at the screen as Jim talked. 

"I know where the real power is. I know how the world works." He stopped in front of the desk, "And I think you do too, Y/N.” you smiled as you hit download on the files you needed. The orange thumb drive already waiting in the USB port.

“Do I?” you asked. His normally rather high voice got low and drown out as he spoke

“Ohh I know you do. I mean you're here aren't you? Stealing classified documents to sell to the heist bidder.” he leaned in close until his forehead nearly touched yours. You looked up from the computer screen you had been so focused on. His face was inches from yours. He smiled wickedly. 

"That's true," you sighed, "what are you going to do about it?" His smile grew,

"Offer you a job, obviously." He moved back and raised his eyebrows. "You're clearly quite clever. So why not be clever with me?" You just looked at him.

“Are you offering me a job or asking me out on a date? Your words say job but your eyes favour the later option” You smirked at him as he leaned back in. 

“Why not both?” There was something so captivating about him. When he got close you could smell his cologne and see just how much was hiding in his eyes. You had no doubt that he was a complete mad man, then again, so were you.

“Alright. Drinks first, then tell me a bit more about your operation.” Jim smiled,

“After you, love.”

[leizy-zet]

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[wearelordofcrime]

Hello everyone, there's something that I'd like to share with everyone here, because I believe it will help a lot of people.

For us folks who engage in imaginary worlds, with canon characters or our own creations, who have deep conversation with their faves in their heads or need their comfort character's shoulder to cry on, there is an unavoidable phenomenon which I took the liberty of naming "Character burnout".

"Character Burnout" essentially means that you have no energy in order to visualise your character(s) in your mind or engage with them on your imagination. I've come to the conclusion that it can be a result of an actual burnout (mental) or it can be irrelevant to mental state and your mind is overwhelmed. Simply put, it is the way your mind kindly asks you for a small break to charge its batteries. After all, picturing an entirely different reality needs a lot of energy.

Now, the reason I'm saying all this, is not for the sake of just mentioning it. I understand that a lot of us are extremely attached to our comfort characters/ f/o(s) or whatever you prefer calling them, myself included, and this situation can be very stressful. Personally, I panic, thinking that I've lost interest to my favourite characters or "grew out of it" to the point I become unable to function at all, but, after a small amount of time I can connect with them again.

So, when you experience this, please don't jump into conclusions or let fear overcome you, the connection will come back again as enjoyable as ever, you just need to be patient and give your mind the time it deserves to recharge in order to take you places again. It may take days, or weeks, but the love we have for our characters is never gone.

If anyone wants to talk about this, please do speak your mind, and I'm open if someone wants to discuss it with me as well.

So um that's it, and and sorry for the long post!

[married-to-google-translater]

Hii🙋

Can I request headcannons with William J. Moriarty and a fem!s/o with big thighs and cellulite, who is very ashamed of her body?

Thank you in advance and have a great day/night! 🌹🥀🌷

Reader is moood

I also hope u have good day/night <3

William James Moriarty

William wouldn't care much about your appearance.

He would fall more in love with your personality.

A sweet and caring personality type would be his weakness.

He would think you were clean.

And would like to make a better world for you.

You don't always feel bad about your body.

So it's not something you think about 24/7...

But sometimes things might happen that trigger your self-loathing.

Especially when...

People really don't make most situations easier.

William noticed the change in your behavior quickly.

And he would quickly realize what the reason would be.

William and you would have talked about this.

A lot of times.

William would know how cruel people could be.

Especially nobles.

Because of this, he would like to keep you safe.

William would also tell you that he loves you as often as possible.

And he would tell you the reasons if you asked.

William would be good at expressing his point of view convincingly.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Thinking about yanderes who know you better than anyone ever did. They know you better even than you know yourself, that's how in touch they are with your life.

I see them as the subtle types, the ones who would perhaps silently admire you from a safe distance. You look charming in the cafe you're sitting in, chatting away with a friend or two about some shared hobbies. He can't help but to stare, but it's only for a few moments! He knows better than to look for too long, he doesn't want to appear like some sort of creep now, does he? He sips on his drink quietly as his eyes ever so slightly go back and forth towards you and the door, ensuring a safe escape route, just in case things go south but they never do.

You're too lost in your own little bubble to notice him.

From that day onwards he starts to... Well, he's not sure how to put it into words.

It's natural for a person to have a crush but what he feels towards you is something much more intense to ever be in the realms of normalcy. If you've ever spoken two words with him would be a miracle but actually remembering him would be downright impossible because he is just not willing to show himself to you. He stalks all your social media, friends and family included. He is informed of where you went to school, your birthday, what jobs your estranged cousins may have. If you're the type to post stuff online, his life is made that much easier. He screenshots everything you post, no matter how silly and commits it all to memory in case he may need it.

If you don't, then it's a bit harder but he manages. He has a good head on his shoulders, even if that same head is telling him to stop doing this, this isn't right but his bleeding heart is screaming at him to please keep going, please, if I'm not keeping an eye on them 24/7 I think I might die.

No human being should ever know someone so intimately but he does not care. Even if you're not 100% in his life, he is content with whatever this is.

One day, he might grow a pair and properly introduce himself to you.

And it would be so cute if you got along just perfectly because you just so happen to like the same things too... He's always prepared.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈 (haikyuu), 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 (moriarty the patriot), 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 (genshin impact), 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆 (honkai star rail), 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 (seraph of the end), 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐄 (bungo stray dogs), 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐀 (my hero academia)

[joanquill]

Hiding from a Stalker with Moriarty Brothers + Von Herder

Can I ask for a scenario fic where a Fem! Reader runs up to the Moriarty Brothers + Von herder pretending to be their girlfriend becuuse of a stalker

Albert, William, Louis James Moriarty, and Von Herder

Tag/s: Fem!Reader, Scenario

Albert James Moriarty

"Miss (L/N)!" Sir Acheron called out for you as you squeezed in through the crowd, hoping the number of people would help you hide.

"Excuse me... Miss (L/N), please wait!" the man kept calling out, his eyes locked on you as he made his way through the crowd.

'This is bad...!' you gulped as you quickly walked around, hoping to lose him as he followed you through the dance floor.

'Is he gone..?' you thought, turning your head around as you walked, bumping into someone.

"Sorry! I didn't see-!" you quickly apologized as you faced forward, seeing it was Albert James Moriarty, his suit now drenched in wine as the crowd gasped.

"Insolent girl!"

"Ugh, how improper..."

"How dare she...!"

"Are you all right, miss?" he asked, seeing your frantic state.

"Miss (L/N)!" Sir Acheron called as he reached you, making your blood freeze.

"A-Apologies, my lord…! Shall I help you with the stain?" your voice cracked as you took out your handkerchief, wiping the wine out with shaky hands as the crowd glared at you.

Albert raised a brow as he looked at Sir Acheron, connecting the dots.

"I believe helping me get a new set of clothes would be a better alternative?" Albert suggested, stopping your hand.

"Shall we?" he smiled, linking your arm with his as you walked out of the dance floor.

"O-Of course!" you agreed, sighing in relief as you followed along, hearing Sir Acheron scoff as he left the scene.

"I can see why you would bump into me despite me standing still," Albert whispered, making you nervously laugh.

"Right… Sorry again about the stain. I know quite the talented tailor in town, though!"

William James Moriarty

Your eyes darted around the street, hoping to see at least one shop still open for the night to hide.

You gulped as you saw the man's shadow growing on the ground, hearing his footsteps quickening and closing in on you.

Desperate, you quickly made your way to the department store, only to be stopped by the security guard.

"I'm sorry, miss. We're closing in a few minutes,"

"No, no… You don't understand." you grabbed his arm in fear, "Please, I just need somewhere to-"

"-Sorry, darling. Have you waited long?" a voice chimed in, making you and the guard turn your head to the sound.

It was a nobleman with blond hair and red eyes smiling at you both.

"W-What?"

"Sorry, I lost track of time," he apologetically laughed, walking up to you.

"Shall we get going?" he asked, looking over to his side.

Following, you saw the man stalking you stopped by a lamplight, making your blood curl.

"Y-Yes," you smiled, taking his arm, "Let's go…" you muttered, following the man as you kept your eyes on the stalker.

"There's a police station a couple of blocks from here," the nobleman whispered, making you widen your eyes.

He only looked at you with a wink.

"I'm sure we can convince the officers to help, along with a restraining order if needed."

"I see…" you sighed in relief, feeling your body relax for the first time that night.

"Thank you so much…" you muttered, feeling your eyes tear up in relief, "I thought I was a goner.."

"Here," the man gave you a handkerchief, which you happily took.

"Don't worry, that man won't hurt you now."

Louis James Moriarty

"There you were!" you beamed as you grabbed Louis' arm, catching him by surprise.

"(Y/N)? What are you-"

"Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," you sighed as you hugged his arm, your whole body shaking as you hid your face.

Louis raised a brow as he looked around, seeing a man staring at you both in the dark.

'Oh...'  he thought and frowned, wrapping an arm around you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry," he smiled as he pulled you close, hiding you from the man's sight.

"For how long has he been following you?" he whispered, making you gulp.

"I just noticed him an hour ago..."

Louis frowned at the answer as he put his coat on you, catching you by surprise.

"You seemed cold," he explained, keeping you close as you left the department store.

"Did he do anything to you?"

"No, he was just following me the whole time," you answered, pulling his coat close to your body.

"Sorry... I know you wanted to buy a gift for William's birthday,"

"What are you apologizing for?" Louis sighed, keeping an eye on the stalker following you both, "That creep isn't your fault," he reasoned as he called for a carriage.

"Let's get you home for the time being," Louis whispered as he helped you up the carriage.

"What about you?" you asked as you grabbed his hand, "You might get hurt,"

Louis breathed out a smile as he removed your hold, "I'll be fine. You're the one he wants,"

"Then what are you gonna do?"

A dangerous glint lit up in Louis' eyes before he lifted his head and gave you a courteous smile.

"Just giving him a lesson he won't forget,"

Von Herder

"Honey!" you called out as you hugged Herder from behind, almost making you both fall over.

"Huh? What-" he muttered, feeling you hold him with trembling arms.

"Um... Miss? I think you got the wrong-"

"-Honestly... I thought you said we were meeting in the cafe?" you sighed with a shaky breath, still holding onto him.

Furrowing his brows, he gently hugged you back, feeling another presence behind you not too far away.

'I see...'  Herder sighed, noticing the growing hostile air closing in on you two.

"Sorry, sorry! It must have slipped my mind," Herder played along with a cheery voice, pulling you away from the presence and linking his arm with yours.

"Now then, what should we eat?" he asked as he led you away from the presence, hearing you sigh in relief.

"You can decide this time," you replied, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Sorry, miss. Are you all right?" Herder whispered, still feeling the presence following you.

"Yes, I'm okay... Thank you for playing along," you whispered back, your hands still shaking.

Herder frowned as he kept you close, thinking of a possible solution.

"Oh!" he beamed, stopping abruptly with a grin.

"Sorry, honey. Can we make a quick stop?" Herder asked as he pointed at a mechanics shop, making you raise a brow.

"I don't mind. But what for?" you asked as Herder smirked.

"You'll see," he answered vaguely as you both entered the shop.

"It will be quick, miss...?"

"(Y/N)," you smiled, "(Y/N) (L/N),"

"Miss (Y/N)," he finished as he rummaged around some parts.

"If you don't mind, I might have a solution on how to protect yourself,"

[leizyzet]

My fan work. Jim Moriarty

author: Leizy Zet

[lovecraftiancicada]

[ryuusea]

💐 / sherliam, flower language

when married to a guy whose mind palace only stores flowers with poison/medicinal value

I recently got a book, “Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to Victorian Language of Flowers” and it was fun applying it here! I imagine Liam knows Sherly doesn’t really bother to remember flower language, so incorporates Sherly’s knowledge of poisons/medicinal herbs for the fun of it!