#mtp x y/n

[ranposbabe]

You Dangle The Mistletoe

summary: how some mtp men react when you dangle the mistletoe above you ;)

warnings: slightly suggestive in all except louis n herder (??)

WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY

William had spent the entire day locked in his study

He didn’t mind as the hours flew by but you begged to differ

All was quiet while he continued to read his book until he heard a rather loud knock at the door.

He wonders who it is (not)

He expected you to simply walk in and yet when he didn’t hear your footsteps or was only then did he turn around.

You stood there with the mistletoe laying on top of your head

Like a statue waiting for his reaction first

He attempted to hide his smirk but of course you saw right through

“Take that off your head, y/n” He sighs, his eyes still stuck to the page.

You don’t even think he was actually reading at this point, surely it doesn’t take that long to read one page

“I will if only you-

“If only I what ?”

“Take off your clothes first”

William could no longer hide his smirk

ALBERT JAMES MORIARTY

It was late eventing and Albert had finally returned from his military duties

But what you didn’t expect was to find Albert still in his uniform.

But it was a good surprise

You always thought he looked good in any colour but he something about him in red had you hot and bothered-i always get carried away when writing about Albert plss

Anyways he’s standing there looking proud and you’re dangling that mistletoe with your shaking hands and all is well

He then joins you by your side and does not hesitate in kissing you

You both enjoy yourself as you spend hours minutes kissing

When I say enjoy I mean like really enjoy

But next thing you know he’s groping your chest :0

“Albert !” You gasp at the sudden pleasurable sensations

He apologizes but he doesn’t mean it

He looks down at you with this mesmising emerald eyes that are glazed over with lust as he chuckles at the sight of your face becoming hot-

“You were holding it rather low, y/n”

LOUIS JAMES MORIARTY

Louis stood rather anxiously in the kitchen as he listed to himself the ingredients he needed to gather to prepare supper

As always you were prepared to lighten the mood

Of course it never made him feel better you just got a laugh out of it most of the time

With his back facing you, you did spend quite some time simply watching him as he worked.

You were about to make him stress even more

“I think you’re missing something.”

He acts like he knew you were there but he didn’t (at least the whole time you were there)

“What is it ?” He rather blunt while you giggle showing off the mistletoe

He just stands there looking at you and you’re starting to get freaked out by his judgemental stare

He can’t help it though he struggles with expressing himself :(

He quickly catches on and trust me he wants to give you a little kiss but what if moran walks in ???!

Nobody is ever in the mood to deal with that man

Eventually he does come to your side and gently presses a kiss to your cheek

He does look behind your back to make sure no one is there

“Here” You hand him a napkin from the kitchen counter only for him to raise a brow in confusion at you

“You have a squished berry on your cheek”

SHERLOCK HOLMES

Sherlock had mentioned to you earlier in the day that his day would be filled with jobs so he of course told you not to wait up for him

Of course you never listen to him

To be far as it was already late you didn’t think you’d have to wait long for his return.

You were so wrong

You decided to wait up holding the mistletoe above your head waiting

Sherlock was gone so long you literally fell asleep

Some time went by Sherlock was busy :(

Your eyes flutter open to see the room in complete darkness except for a candle keeping the room in a dimly light

“What’s this ?”

You jump up in shock to see the sight of Sherlock standing over you holding the mistletoe as if to inspect it

“Nothing !” You laugh, without hesitation you grab it right from the detective

But still Sherlock observed it, noticing immediately how hot your face became as you twiddled with it nervously

“Perhaps it should be lower.”

Next thing you know the mistletoe is laying on your stomach ;)

Let’s just say…Sherly knows where to place his kisses <3

VON HERDER

You didn’t have to search far when it came to looking for Herder

“Herder !!!” You called, of course not surprised to see the man hunched over working on something you could only guess was an invention or so

With his back facing you as he was sat in his chair you didn’t hesitate to make your presence more known

“Oh hello” He smirks at slight ticklish sensation of the mistletoe touching the tip of his nose

Still sitting, he looked straight up tilting his head back already anticipating exactly what you came for

He couldn’t help but chuckle as you rather hastily pressed a quick kiss against his lips

“Well thank you for my present, y/n” He stands up from his seat.

He could tell you were blushing

With his figure now standing in front of the table tho truly did begin to wonder what exactly he was working on

But with Herder you were never left wondering long

“Here’s your present !”

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw what was laid out on the table

“My very own gun !!!!”

[aoizaraka]

HOW BEING IN HIS ARMS FEEL LIKE

being in the comfort of his arms and cuddling all afternoon might be the best moments you hope to happen everyday. you dont necessarily like the cruel frigidness in the room, and the touch of his cold skin doesnt help it either. but you dont care-- as long as you're with him and he's with you. the comfortable feeling of being in his arms just makes you forget about the burdens of life, the dreadful emotions that has been eating you alive. the tightness of your mental stability automatically eases up. it makes you forget even the hardest moments of your life.

-- . fyodor, shibusawa, ayatsuji yukito . william moriarty . hanako/yugi amane , teru minamoto . tanjiro, giyuu, obanai , (and anyone else u want!!)

instead of you initiating it, its usually him. he has always been a clingy significant other, not that you mind. it doesnt matter where you two even are, public or private, he just wants to feel your skin against his. he prefers being little spoon most of the time, but it doesnt matter. he often just rests his head on your shoulder. the feeling of it comforts and relieves you, your stress, and basically everything, i mean.. the feeling of his physical affection, his warmth and shared feelings with you makes you feel warm even in the inside.

-- . ranpo, nikolai, dazai . louis moriarty . mikey, baji keisuke . tsukasa, teru (m) . zenitsu

[kunikame]

in another life. - w. j. moriarty

just a lil something that's been in the drafts for a while now.... 😇

warnings : mtp anime end + manga spoilers, cussing, stabbing & other mentions of killing/violence, sherlock is called a bastard twice (2 times), reader is called "beautiful" once (1) but no pronouns otherwise, ignore the "- divider -" it wont let me add the pic for some reason

w/c : 1671

maybe it was the way he carried himself, or maybe it was his selfless nature; you never knew the exact reason why you fell for the crime lord in disguise. it just.. happened.

you wouldn’t call it effortless, but you can’t call it hard either. loving william might have always been easy, but loving him never was.

loving william in a physical way was horribly hard. he was always overworked and tired– or working– and most importantly, on his merry way to rid england of the corrupt nobles. he was doing a great thing, you told yourself (the ‘but the wrong way’ remained unsaid, as always), and you couldn’t wait to see the nation become one he’s always dreamt of. a place where people feel safe, and, most importantly, equal.

only, you wanted to see it with him by your side.

yet as your eyes follow his figure and that of the accursed detective he’s grown so fond of– sherlock holmes, the bastard, that should be you– falling into the thames river, you realize that maybe, maybe he hasn’t told you the extent to how far he’s willing to go for this nation. maybe you were too naive, maybe you missed the signs, or maybe he simply didn’t trust you enough to tell you about his plans. now you’ll never know.

you remember one time you overheard the brothers arguing, liam saying “you don’t know what it’s like walking alone every step of the way” then apologizing right after, only to be met with silence. a few moments passed and you heard louis reply “you don’t know what it’s like either, brother. we started this journey together and have walked the path together, as a team. it’s only the destination you insist on reaching alone,” and now you realize, maybe you should’ve inquired about the meaning behind his words.

except, you didn’t. you thought if it’s something important, liam will tell you sooner or later. spoiler alert, he didn’t.

now all you feel is the betrayal settling in your heart because while everyone else knew, they never thought about telling you. no “oh hey, by the way, your boyfriend is going to sacrifice himself soon, but no worries we got sherlock on the job”– a plan which backfired since both of them jumped– nothing. what hurt the most was not even liam thought to tell you.

and here comes the guilt baring its teeth, biting into your heart and lungs and suddenly you can no longer breathe or hear anything other than the ringing in your ears– you never even got to say goodbye. he was just going to die without saying anything. he just.. left you there.

when you saw their bodies splash into the river you felt like a part of yourself drowned with them. with him.

the days after the incident were a blur. you don't quite remember anything through a whole month after they jumped. everyone around you slowly realized you knew nothing of the plan. albert couldn't talk to you about it very long as he got locked up. moran disappeared off the face of the earth soon after. all you had were fred, james and louis, and perhaps they were all you needed. every step of the way, they stood by your side.

you were a team after all. since your younger days. there were more of you back then, but, maybe the 4 of you could go on until you reunite with albert– and hopefully moran– somewhere down the path.

3 months. 3 months have passed.

days turned into weeks, weeks into months.

you missed william dearly each day, but you are not as depressed as you were anymore. louis has been made leader of m16, albert was still sitting in his cell, moran was still missing and fred was tending to his flowers. some things just don't change, you chuckled.

thanks to louis' new position you had responsibilities and jobs to carry out again. you'd say it's with less people but that would be a lie. herder has finally wormed his way into the actual missions– technically. 

things start getting crazy from there. 1st a mission regarding moran, next a briefing with the older holmes, next the younger one– the absolute bastard– shows up. without william.

you take a step back– maybe you weren't over it after all, but if you stabbed him right now mycroft would kill you. louis verbalized the thoughts you all had, ".. that day, you fell down the river thames with brother william.. and now, you're the only one standing in front of us like this. can you.. please explain?"

sherlock goes to tell the story of how he awakened on a boat heading for america with bandages all over him and william both. met a guy called henry (also known as billy the kid, apparently), who was the one to patch them up and watch over them and blah blah blah– you stopped paying attention halfway. you only zoned in when he mentioned the blond.

".. i got a telegram from liam; 'help m16 for me' he said. and that's how i ended up back in london, in secret." 

when you opened your mouth to speak, fred stole the words right out of your mouth, "mr. william is .."

it hit you then. not like a punch in the face, more like a direct run in with a truck. he didn't die. he's.. he's not dead. he's alive. for the love of god, he's alive.

uncontrollable tears were streaming down your cheeks. it wasn't just a dream, wasn't just something you made yourself believe to cope with his 'betrayal'. it's real. he's alive.

the room broke out in chaos once the news registered in herder's brain. he reminded fred of his new roses, and you of your one wish coming true– it didn't last long however, as louis got right back to the point of the briefing.

"you really are just like liam."

"mr. holmes, may i have a moment?"

you couldn't help yourself, you rushed to the door after it closed behind the 2 men.

".. thank you. for that time.. and all the way until now, for not forsaking my brother.. for saving his life.. from the bottom of my heart, thank you."

william and albert went around greeting everyone in order. you stepped away and chose to gaze out the huge window while you waited. eventually, you were the only one left.

you smiled softly then; you can imagine how much those words meant to louis. they were true, though.

- divider -

yet another mission is over, and now moran is back among your little no-longer-criminal-organization group. it took fred almost being shot, a poker card from william, and a lot of convincing, but he's home. you're back to bickering and teasing each other, just like old times.

barely 2 days later, william and albert showed up, sending the tea cup fred was holding shattering. the idea of letting the 3 brothers have their reunion first was a collective agreement so you pushed louis into the hallway and shut the door softly. 

with a soft sigh, you avoided listening in on their conversation this time (much unlike the other occupants of the room; specifically herder, who went tumbling the moment the door opened).

taking the cue, the others slowly filed out of the room, leaving only you and william, who was staring at your back intently.

"you have an eyepatch now i see," you said, turning to face him.

the sun behind you illuminated your figure just right. you looked exactly like an angel would. maybe this a sign, he thinks.

"i do indeed. you've grown even more beautiful than i remember."

"flattery will get you nowhere, pretty boy," you sighed, "why didn't you tell me?"

"i couldn't, i'm sorry. you looked so happy. i couldn't bring myself to ruin it for you. for us. i thought, in the end, if i shouldered the responsibility myself, maybe you'd realize i was a monster all along. tainted, with hands covered in blood. i didn't deserve to hold you, love you, the way i was."

"you're very wrong about that. you were, are, and will always be the most beautiful and selfless soul i know– even if that whole bridge jump scene was very selfish, if i do say so myself," you move closer to him to cup his cheeks (still as soft as you remember, though slightly more bony) and caress them softly, "you deserve everything and more, liam. if the stars would make you happy i'd go and pick some for you. you should've talked to me, relied on me a little more. i thought we were a team, an unstoppable duo, you know? i can't be a duo on my own; neither can you."

"i know now. i'm sorry. are you still mad?"

you looked at him as if he hung the sun and stars himself and he believes he has an answer to that question, "i'm not mad at you. i can't be. i love you too much for that."

the love in your eyes is mirrored in his vermillion one, the burning intensity of it almost swallowing you up like the flames in a burning building, yet the warmth is friendlier– gentler – the last rays of a summer sunset by the ocean.

"never do anything like that ever again, alright blondie? promise me."

"i promise."

you remove your hand from his cheek, placing it in the small space between you and raise an eyebrow in amusement, "do you pinky promise?"

he can only chuckle and hook his pinky with yours, "i pinky promise."

the deal is sealed with a kiss filled with 3 years worth of words and emotions left unsaid.

perhaps it was meant to be like this. is this what "in another life" means? most likely not, yet still. he's a new person and so are you. your lives are not what they used to be.

maybe this is your "another life".

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[pillow-anime-talk]

whiskey on the rock.

request ; @the-fangirl-diaries​​: hello! may i please request a sebastian moran x female reader story? maybe one where it’s her first night at the tavern he goes to in episode 5 and she plays hard to get even though she finds him really attractive? it can be spicy, but not explicit.

# tags: scenario; strangers to ?; barmaid!reader; a bit romance; flirting and compliments; a kiss on the hand; sfw

includes: female reader ft. sebastian moran {mtp}

author’s note: sorry that you waited so long :( i hope you like it

When 10 o’clock in the evening came, you corrected the clothes lying on you, and then left the room considered to be the cloakroom and went to the main room of the old wooden tavern. Several customers had already gathered, especially gamblers, and you quickly glanced at every important point in the room as you made your way slowly towards the bar. There, you exchanged a brief smile with the dark-haired bartender, who immediately hunched over and went to the back room to put on loose clothes and go home to sleep. It was the time of your first ever night shift in a famous tavern. There was another girl besides you, with quite a lot of work experience, but she dealt with cleaning, as well as filling out paperwork. Your job for tonight was to pour and prepare drinks for all the customers; both men and women who also visited the bar from time to time.

You started your shift by cleaning a few glasses, and sliced some lemons. You also rearranged the liquor bottles behind you, and finally cleaned the long table where the drinks were placed.

Your first client was an elderly man with a wedding ring on his finger, and your next client was a young man with dark hair and clever eyes. Until recently, you saw him at the table with cards spread on it, but you were glad that he came to drink. It’s always some money earned and an interesting experience; the first man ordered vodka with orange juice, while the dark-haired stranger asked for the oldest whiskey with one ice cube. Of course you complied both requests.

The older guy, after drinking a shot, put the appropriate amount of money on the table and then left the tavern, while the young man was enjoying his drink, glancing at you from time to time. Out of curiosity, you asked:

“Do I have something on my face or..?”

“...No, but you could use a little smile, pretty one.” He said confidently and you just rolled your eyes. “Sebastian.”

“Y/N.”You replied right away, cleaning up the stranger’s dirty glass. “Do you come here often?”

“Often enough for me to know you’re working here from today. How do you feel? You like it?”

“Work like work. Money is all that matters in this world and the answer to whether you can buy a loaf of bread or some coffee to lighten your mood with it.” You replied, finally looking up. Sebastian just chuckled.

“That’s true.” He rested his chin on his hand, watching your movements. “I’m sure you’ll do well in your new job. Anyway, you’re a beautiful woman and I’m sure you’re strong too, so I believe it will be fine. If needed, I’ll help you fend off pushy freaks.” He said in a lower voice and you just shook your head in slight amusement.

Sebastian was very kind that evening, sitting by your side for hours, occasionally chatting up about your life, background, your favorite things, and even your hobbies. You got to know each other better, and at the end of your shift, the man thanked you for the delicious alcohol with an extra tip. Then smiled manly at you, turning to face you.

“Will you be there tomorrow too?”

“Yes. I have night shifts until the end of the week.”

“See you tomorrow then, my dear.” He kissed the outside of your hand and then walked towards his temporary apartment.

For the first time that evening your cheeks turned pink.

[tulipsforvin]

Hello,can I request headcanon about how moriarty brothers will act as bf or s/o pls?

How would The Moriarty Brothers Act As a Significant Other/Bf?

Characters: Albert James Moriarty, William James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty.

Format: Headcannons.

Albert J. Moriarty

Affluent, rich and successful in almost all aspects to live a luxuriously comfortable life. What else could one ask for?

His gaze follow you anytime you look at something that catches your eye. Perhaps you didn't tell him you wanted it because you felt shy or nervous? He'd keep it a secret - his awareness of you finding something you like.

The next day you'd find it on your bedside table when you wake up, all nicely wrapped.

I reckon he leaves love notes as well ranging from short 'Good morning'(s) to professing his love for you.

Very playful with you. Always, always joking around with you. He loves listening to the sound of your laughter.

Protective. I think he's a fairly jealous man. Definitely not the pouting, sulking type but more like the 'show-them-you're-his' kind of type.

What a gentleman. And I mean, WHAT A GENTLEMAN. Back of the hand kisses, kissing your face, tying your shoelace, opening the door for you..I could go on and on.

He loves to use his money on you.

He knows what he's doing. Although he probably hasn't been in a relationship before, his experience with noble ladies absolutely fangirling over him has probably made him an expert in that field already.

If something gets overwhelming for you, for example a function, he'll shift the spotlight away from you to him so you can have a break. Just like how he does the same thing with William and Louis. Only further proves his protective tendencies.

William J. Moriarty

To be able to get into a relationship with him in the first place implies that you would need to have to break down through several walls that he built to shield himself and go through several obstacles (probably orchestrated by himself☠️).

But once you do, there's a certain comfortness he'll find in your presence. He'll be very vulnerable and turn emotional with you. Shocker. He's also really attentive.

Gets you out of predicaments with ease and can put up with your stubbornness.

He's very sweet and knows how to take care of you. Like, stroking a thumb over your lips if there's milk or something else that you didn't know was there when you just finished eating/drinking something.

Subtle, cute acts that make you swoon.

I'm so, so vey sure he writes love letters.

He's posessive, I'm sure. Contrary to the gentle exterior he has and even though he's quite soft with you, he's posessive. Proof is him going on and on about how Moran was his like a weirdo. Who says he can't do the same with you?

Not very experienced in the field of romance, but he would love to try out new things for you. There's also his intellect. This man probably does research on everything and anything relationship related to please you.

Your personal encyclopedia on all subjects. Don't know about a particular topic? There's nothing to worry about. William, of all people is your boyfriend after all.

Neck kisses. There's something he loves bout intimacy. Like, not just cheek kisses, though they are fine too but I think he loves to explore crevices of your body no one has explored before. Once again, makes him feel like you're his and only his.

Louis J. Moriarty

He likes to bake and cook for you. Anything you want to eat or drink at like, 3 in the morning? He'll trudge out of bed and go make it for you.

He's the more snuggly type. He likes to get warm and cozy with you, especially if it's cold outside.

He's protective like Albert but unlike Albert's more discreet way of acting protective, he's more direct. More agressive with his ways. Just as he is with Sherlock whenever he gets close to William.

NOT EXPERIENCED AT ALL !! He's very clumsy. He probably hasn't even interacted much with ladies before but he tries so, so very hard for you. That's so endearing.

Lots and lots of forehead and nose kisses for sure.

He's not one to talk unless it requires for him to speak so he's pretty satisfied just hearing your voice and nodding his head. A wonderful combination if you like to go on and on about all kinds of random topics.

The type to get easily jealous. He, most likely, has not had alot of meaningful relationships in his life except the Moriarty group, so when he's in a relationship - he's very territorial and gets jealous even though he seems like a sweetheart. Which he is, ofcourse - but just for a selected few.

He gets bashful in the early stages of his relationship or if the two of you are trying out something new. He also likes to bury his face in your chest and neck.

A sucker for intimacy like his older brother.

[fairy-writes]

Would it be too much to ask for a William James Moriarty x Holmes sister reader? Like she's a travelling archaeologist/anthropologist who's a genius in the field and has found many artifacts and lost cities and can be a bit of an eccentric looney like her older brother Sherly but she's also incredibly kind to those in need and often donates her treasures to the less fortunate and even helps Sherly from time to time which is how he meets her and is impressed by her smarts and sarcastic wits. Also, a bit of a parkour junky likes to wear mens clothes tailored for her measurements and often wears her hair in loose buns or ponytails and loves riding horseback much to Mycroft's displeasure🤭

A BUSINESS PROPOSAL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Holmes!Reader, Mildly sexist behavior from Mycroft? It is the 1800s after all.

Notes: So this was super fun to write! 

Fun fact! I took an archaeology class for my associate’s degree in criminal justice and highly recommend taking one to anyone in college! 

I actually took several anthropology classes (intro to anthro, bio anthro, and archaeology). I even considered switching my major to anthropology at some point! (I switched it to English lol)

PART TWO HERE

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Otis whinnies, and you reach forward from your place in the saddle to pat his neck.

“Easy, Otie, almost there.” You whisper to him and gently nudge him to turn down the familiar road of Baker Street. You could spot your brother’s flat from where you were at, an unfamiliar carriage parked in front. You frown briefly and then shrug. Sherlock could have whoever he liked over. 

But… he did promise to take you out on the town in celebration of your latest discovery. Did he forget?

No… He wasn’t the type to forget something like that. You had been exchanging letters for weeks about your coming home. 

A tall man was at the front of the carriage, tending to the horses. He had spiked black hair and a glove on one hand. He looks at you with skeptical eyes as you draw near and dismount your horse. The Cleveland Bay snorts, ruffling your hair as you smooth your hand up his snout and between his eyes. Then, you promptly tied his reins to the post outside 221B Baker Street and went up to the front door. 

The door knocker was more worn than you last remembered, with the shiny brass turning a glimmering gold color from all the hands touching it. You rap the door once, twice, then a third time, and wait, stuffing your hands in your trouser pockets. 

A young man opens the door, sandy blond hair combed neatly and brown eyes alight with curiosity. A grin breaks your face, and you step forward into his arms as he realizes just who is at the door.

“My dear John!” You shriek, and he chuckles, lifting you off your feet and spinning once in a circle before setting you down. 

“I thought you weren’t due back for another two weeks!” He replies excitedly, and you laugh gleefully. 

“We finished early! Anyhow, how’s Mary? Sherlock said you two were expecting!” You say and slap his shoulder good-naturedly. He ducks his head, a pink flush on his cheeks as he nods.

“She’s home at the mo. But yes, we’re expecting. The midwife thinks it’ll be a girl based on how she’s carrying.” He said, and before you could say any more, there was a noise at the top of the stairs. 

You turn, and your grin widens even more until your cheeks hurt. 

“Sherly!” You crow, and he bounds down the stairs to sweep you up in a bear hug. His boisterous laugh made your heart sing, and you buried your nose in his hair. He smelled like cigarette smoke and whiskey. He must have been on a case. He squeezes you tight and sets you down. 

“I thought you were coming back in two weeks!” He exclaims, and you roll your eyes,

“So John said, I told you we finished early!” You tease, and it is then that you notice that there is someone else in the flat. 

He was tall, probably around your brother’s height. He had blond hair and deep scarlet eyes that studied you with interest. He was dressed in a brown suit with a crimson tie. A lord. That much is obvious.

Sherlock notices that you notice his friend and gestures to the man at the top of the stairs. 

“This is Liam! A mathematics professor at Durham University and a friend of mine who helps me on my cases.” He says proudly as “Liam” descends the stairs and approaches you. 

You stick out a hand and introduce yourself. His hand is smooth like you expected, as opposed to your calloused one. You had bandages littering your fingertips from blisters from shovels and tools. 

“William James Moriarty. I’ve heard stories about you.” His British lilt is proper and endearing. You feel your heart flutter and your ears burn. But you smile warmly nonetheless and give his hand a firm shake.

“As much as I’d like to say the same, Sherly has yet to tell me about you in his letters.” You direct the last sentence to your older brother in the same teasing tone as before. 

Sherlock rolls his eyes and punches your shoulder lightly while William watches on in amusement. 

“I got distracted!” Sherlock complains, and you break out into giggles. 

“I would love to hear some stories if you’re up to it.” William cut in gently before you, and Sherlock could start bickering. You brighten. A chance to tell stories of your work and not have someone get bored? It sounded like heaven!

That was how you got to where you were at the current moment. 

You were seated next to Sherlock at the Moriarty dining table, regaling them with a story of the most current dig you had been on.

“—and Egypt was absolutely smashing! It was so beautiful!” You say, waving your hands excitedly as you describe the tomb that had been uncovered. It had taken weeks to uncover everything, almost months. But oh so worth it. 

“Might I ask what you did with all the artifacts you found?” William inquires, and you hum as you sip at your wine. 

“Donated it all back to the locals. It’s the least I can do. Plenty of archaeologists steal their finds and bring them back to England to show in museums. I try and do the opposite.” You say and were pleased to see William nod in approval. 

At least someone shared your sentiment. 

You got a letter to your very old and very dusty flat a week after your return to England, summoning you to your eldest brother’s estate. You had been dusting and cleaning your furniture when the postman knocked on your door. You frown, brushing your pants on the seat of your trousers, and answer the door. 

The letter was short. 

Dearest sister, 

I have received news of your return to Egypt. I would like to have your company at the family estate for dinner to discuss business and your adventures. 

With best regards, 

Mycroft Holmes

A summons to the Holmes family estate that your oldest brother had inherited after your parents retired to the country. You look at the ceiling and groan, eliciting a funny look from the postman. 

This was going to be fun.

As soon as Otis realizes where you are, he tosses his head and tries to turn around. You tug the reins so he faces the right direction and nudge him into a walk down the road.

“Otie, I don’t want to do this either. But I’d rather not have Mikey send special forces after us or something.” You say to Otis, and when you reach the stables, Mycroft’s hired stable hand takes your beloved horse’s reins. “Take good care of him!” You nearly reprimand the stable hand who agrees and welcomes you back with ease. 

The maids welcome you in excitedly when you rap on the massive double doors, and you are ushered upstairs into the dining room. 

Mycroft was seated at the head of the table, where your father would be if he were here, and he stood to greet you. He offers a handshake, but you simply smile warmly and hug him tightly. He may have grated on your nerves, but he was still your brother. Mycroft stiffens and pats your shoulders awkwardly when you step back.

“As awkward as always, I see Mikey.” You said and took a seat at the table next to him like you did when you were kids. He clears his throat and calls for the kitchen staff to bring in the food. 

It wasn’t much, considering there were only two of you. But it was as extravagant as Mycroft always demanded it to be. 

“Would you like to change into dinner attire before we eat, sister dearest?” Mycroft says suddenly, just as you are about to dig into the delicious roast prepared by the staff of the household. You put your fork down and scowl.

“Don’t start with this, Mikey. You know I hate dresses.” You snap, and he raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push the issue. 

At least… he doesn’t until you are done with your meal and in his study, talking about your travels to Egypt. 

You down the rest of your whiskey and set the glass whiskey tumbler on the table between you two. 

“More whiskey?” He offers, and you shake your head.

“I want to be able to ride home after this.” You say and hold in a yawn. The excellent food combined with the fireplace blazing with a crackling fire is lulling you to sleep. 

Suddenly, Mycroft stands and walks in front of the fire, setting his own glass down on the mantle and turning to face you. 

“Might we talk some business?” He inquires, and immediately, your mood sours. 

So this was his end goal? Get you sleepy and drunk so you couldn’t ride home and were subject to his pleadings?

“I don’t want to hear it, Mikey.” You say and stand, holding onto the back of the wingback chair for a moment as the dizziness sets in. 

He scowls, 

“You are of perfect age. The season is just starting. You could still join in and find a potential suitor!” He tries, and you scrub at your face.

“I already told you I wasn’t interested in courting! I’m interested in—”

“Your work, I know. But what happens when the digs dry up and there’s nothing else for you to do? What will you do when you get too old for this?!” He snaps, and you whirl, steadying yourself with the chair as your anger flares. 

“It won’t dry up! There are thousands of years of history still to be discovered! Hundreds of thousands of cities and archaeological finds!” Your voice rises to a shout, and you hear distant footsteps as maids scurry away from you and your brother’s anger. 

This goes on for several minutes until Mycroft a bomb on you. 

“Mother and Father have decided. If you don’t find someone to court, they will no longer fund your excavations, and you’ll be stuck here with me.” 

You freeze, hands wound tightly in your hair, and argument dying on your tongue. 

“B—But that would mean—” Mycroft cuts you off gently and approaches, putting his hands on your shoulders. 

“You’d be stuck here until you find a husband—no more digs. No more artifacts. Not until you do as they and I ask.” Tears well up in your eyes, and you shrug off his hands violently and flee. 

Your boots pound against the hardwood floors, and you run outside where it has started pouring rain. Instantly, your clothes are soaked as you make it to the stables, dress Otis in his saddle and bridle, and swiftly mount his back. He tears out of the stables at a thundering gallop, and the stable hand barely dives out of the way to save himself from being trampled. 

Otis’s hooves dash against the cobblestone roads. You cling to his reins and hunch over his back as tears stream down your face and sobs wrack your body. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Taking away your funding? 

No one wanted to fund a woman on an archaeological dig! 

Much less one as young as yourself! 

You were screwed! Doomed to live as a housewife because that was society’s and your parent’s expectations of you!

Otis eventually comes to a halt, and you dismount, collapsing onto a bench, breathing hard as rain pours down your body. Your shirt sticks to your skin, and your trousers swim in water as you sit in a puddle on the bench. But you can’t bring it in you to care. 

A carriage rumbles to a stop before you, and you look up as the door opens. 

“Might I interest you in some shelter?” Comes a proper and endearing accent that you recognize. 

“William?” You sniffle, and he smiles, extending a hand. 

“If you’ll let him, Fred will handle your horse. How about you step inside the carriage, and we’ll take you back to the Moriarty estate.” He says over the rain. A young man with a blue scarf wrapped around his head gets off the front of the carriage and approaches. You hiccup and nod, handing Otis’s reins to the young man and accepting William’s hand into the carriage. He sheds his overcoat and offers it. 

It’s warm and heavy as you wrap it around your shoulders and sit down. Your boots squelch against the floor, and William knocks twice against the carriage's wall, and it starts moving once again. 

The Morairty estate is even grander than you remember, looming over you as the carriage stops by the front doors. You nearly slip in your haste to get inside and are taken up the stairs to one of the many bedrooms. 

“Draw a bath and get warm. I’ll have some clothes brought by. We can have a talk after you’ve collected yourself.” William says gently, and you nod, taking off his overcoat so he can have it back. He excuses himself, and you are left alone in the suite. 

The bath is nice and hot, and you let out a sigh as you shed your clothes into a pile on the floor and sink into the warm water. Your tears are drying, but your emotions are still raging like a rabid dog inside you.

How could they? 

Didn’t your family know archaeology was your passion? Your dream?! Of course, they did! You never shut up about it when you were but a little girl learning to play the piano! You babbled on and on about fossils and artifacts in between lessons until you were blue in the face!

It wasn’t long until you were done in the bath and dried off. As William had promised, some clothes were left on the bed. A button-down that looked like it might fit you, a pair of trousers that might be a bit too long, and a pair of undergarments. You tugged on the underwear and then the trousers, having to cuff them at the bottom so you didn’t trip. The shirt fit better than you thought so you pinned your hair out of your face and left the bedroom and down the hall. Hadn’t there been a sitting room just down the stairs? 

William was inside, stoking a fire with a poker, his back to you. He stood and turned when you rapped lightly on the entryway. His lips curled in a welcoming smile, and he gestured for you to take a seat. 

“Would you like some tea? I had Louis put the kettle on.” He said, and you nodded, sitting on the couch beside the fire.

“Thank you. For the clothes and… everything else.” You mumble, and he shakes his head,

“Don’t mention it. Sherlock mentioned you hated dresses.” He says and pours you a cup of tea.

It’s delicious. It warms you from the tips of your ears to the ends of your bare toes. You scuff them on the plush carpet as William sits across from you. His scarlet eyes are illuminated like glittering rubies in the oranges and yellows of the fire. They’re alive like a torch resides inside. 

“Now, might I ask why you were out in the rain?” William asks as soon as you’ve settled into your spot. You bite your lip and wonder if you can trust him with your problems. 

Sherlock trusted him well enough… 

Perhaps…

“I got into an argument with Mycroft. He said my parents will cut off my funding for excavations if I don’t find a proper husband.” You blurt, and he hums as he takes a sip from his cup. 

“I assume they’ve been funding your past archaeological escapades?” He says, and you nod.

“Correct. But that is going to change unless I get married.” You grumble, and he cocks his head to the side, setting his cup down on the tea table next to him and seemingly mulling something over. 

“This may be a bit forward, but I have a proposal. A business proposal, if you will.” He starts, and you narrow your eyes. A business proposal? You set your own cup down and cross one leg over the other. 

“Go on…” You say hesitantly, and he clasps his hands together as if working out a problem in his head. Sherlock did say he was a mathematics professor.

“I could marry you.” You inhale sharply and proceed to choke on your saliva. William half gets out of his chair to come to your aid when you finally get your coughing under control. 

“Why?!” You demand, and he shrugs, 

“I’ve done some research into you. You are spearheading the way in new archaeological techniques. You donate your finds back to the locals in need. And frankly, I find you fascinating. If we go ahead with this, you’ll have access to my brother Albert’s influence as well as the Moriarty name and fortune.” He says, and you sit back, stunned. 

“I could continue my work?” You say skeptically, and he nods. 

“Indeed. There’s no reason to stop you. I might ask for a lecture or two from you at Durham University. But that’s it. So…” He extends a hand for you to shake. “Have we reached an accord?”

You are speechless as possibilities run rampant through your brain. You’d be free from your parent’s influence as well as pleasing them. Though pleasing them was the last thing on your mind. Yes, you’d be married. But like William said… it was more of a business proposal…

You reach forward and shake his hand. His smile widens marginally as you speak,

“I accept your proposal.”

[cielshottea]

Inspired by „I wanna be yours” by Arctic Monkeys

I wanna be yours…

It’s a heavy, spring rain. You two are in your bed, cuddling together. You’re holding your hand with his. That’s only one thing you need to be happy.

I wanna be yours…

It’s a nice, warm day, and you two are in the middle of the forest, holding your hands together and enjoying the sound of silence and nature.

I wanna be yours…

It’s the evening. You two are in your bed. You feel safe in his arms. So calm in his arms. So important in his arms.

I wanna be yours…

You’ve already ended your lessons in school. The sun is setting. People are quickly going home, the sound of people’s laughs and talks is more quiet with every second. He comes to you starts holding your hand. His other hand is on your cheek, caressing it gently.

”I wanna be yours…

I just wanna be yours”

Ranpo, Fyodor, Chuuya, Dazai, Sigma, Oda(bsd)

William James Moriarty, Luis James Moriarty, Sherlock (moriarty the patriot)

~author’s note: ehh, i want it to be true❤️‍🩹😓

[kanroji-san]

Muichiro!Y/n/Reader AU

Muichiro!Y/n: *bleeding from the head* I am not doing so well...

Louise: Oh god what happened?!

Muichiro!Y/n: I don't really remember...

William: How do you not remember that Muichiro!Y/n?...

[neontokyoo]

Do you not like shrl!am?

Idk I have mixed feelings. I like the duo, but I don’t like how they’re really shipped together, and there are so many things wrong with this because in the Victorian-era it was highly illegal to be homosexual. Especially in England. Like no offense to the sherliam shippers, but I just don’t see it.

[sherlockscumslut]

Hello everyone!

I'm back with another fic! 100% pure this time.

Took a break from writing unholy scenarios about 2D men and ngl, this one cured my sinful soul.

Louis James Moriarty x Y/N as platonic lovers.

Kudos and/or comments are always appreciated ❤️ Subscribe to my page for updates!

[leblancdamoiselle]

Hello, I'm really interested on sending something. Just so I know wich characters you write for?

Hiii, thank you so much btw

Mmm I can write anyone actually, but here are the animes I know and can definitely write for;

-Moriarty the Patriot

-Bungo Stray Dogs

-Jujutsu Kaisen

-Hunter x Hunter

-Haikyuu

-Fruits Basket

-Ouran High School Host Club

-Spy x Family

These are what I can remember, but of course if you want to request someone from an anime unmentioned above, you can!! I can't list all the animes I have watched so I just put these animes to highlight it a little^^

[ranposbabe]

Forbidden Lovers

pairings: sherlock holmes x fem!reader

summary: your “affair” with sherlock comes to blow and he can no longer hold back

warnings: slight mention of suggestive content, little bit of hurt w/comfort, sherly wanting you <3, implied!noble!reader

Meeting at the bridge was a regular occurrence for you and the detective.

It was no secret that you were involved with the detective in fact many either knew or pretended not to a knowledge it.

Your own family were among those that avoiding the issue. Until now.

Sherlock warned you before to not upset yourself over it.

“What’s wrong ?” He was a detective but it always amazes you how quickly he could catch on to any issue just by a quick glance at your frowning lips.

“They’ve arranged me to be engaged.” You state, not even believing it yourself. Denial evident in your tone.

Your eyes stare on straight past him to stare out at the view. The sky was a mesmerising navy colour similar to the detective own hair. It was getting late. You kept reassuring yourself to hurry home but a part of you wanted to keep still. To stay by him.

The cigarette in his hand becomes abandoned as he takes one last strong puff before dropping it just to crush it under his heel. “Look at me.” He whispers it in such a way it makes you slightly overwhelmed. He didn’t ever attempt to hide his affection towards you whether you were in public or not but by the way he currently stared down at you it suddenly made you feel very aware to your current circumstances.

Your now teary eyes still refused to meet his until he stepped far too close for your family’s liking and lifted your chin using his finger. His skull ring made your hot skin somewhat cool. He effortlessly calmed you down.

“You need to tell me right now what exactly you want because this can’t continue.” He shook his head as he spoke as he knew what is was that you wanted. Both of you. He knew your family was trouble from the start or perhaps he shouldn’t have involved himself with someone like you but once Sherlock had his hands on something he wanted he was no fool meaning he wasn’t going to let go.

“y/n.” He couldn’t stand the sight of you so upset. If he could drag you away from them he would. He will. “I’ll go mad if you don’t say something but let me tell you something first.” He assures you. For your current sake he keeps his voice rather low let if he could he would shout it for all to hear.

“If you actually think your family can put an end to us than you must be madder than me.” A slight smirk was evident on his face. “I want you !” You almost burst into tears as your voice shakes. You don’t hesitate to practically fall into his arms too exhausted to do anything. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you.

“That’s all I needed to know.”

As you later laid tangled within his sheets with your chest rising fast due to your hastily breath you wondered in awe. As you look up at Sherlock whose arms wrapped around you rather protectively it was then you realised you should’ve never doubted your love for each other. Knowing him, your family’s plans for your “engagement” will be put to rest very soon. You couldn’t wait.

[aoizaraka]

"Sweets"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑/𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍: Louis James Moriarty

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/they

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑: baker!reader, fem

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none [if there are, please do let me know]

William decided that he and his brothers to take a break after long days of work. They all were free to do on whatever they felt like doing.

Louis, however, just didn't know what to do. He wasn't that used to breaks. So he just spends his time cooking or running around doing errands.

"you really should take a break, Louis." Albert, his older brother suggested. "Yes you should Louis. It wouldn't hurt to rest even for a short period of time.” Said William.

“No, i’m quite fine. Its alright, you two dont really have to worry about me. I just feel the need to help around.”

The two did not respond but just gave each other looks before turning to their youngest brother, who opened the door which led to outside.

“I’ll just go and buy groceries.” Louis bid both of them farewell before exiting their home.

Louis did see a new bakery around the corner, so why not take a quick visit?

the sound of the bell that was just right above the entrance of the door chimed, signaling his arrival. The place was filled with the aroma of different types of sweets and pastries.

“Goodmorning good sir, how may i be of help today?” A beautiful lady, probably in her early or mid-twenties greeted him with glee. Oh and, Louis could not most certainly lie, the gorgeous woman before him was really enchanting to the eyes.

“O—oh, well um.. I was just merely walking around and couldn’t help but notice this new establishment.” He quickly answered, not wanting to make a fool out of himself.

“Oh, I see. Why dont you take a look at these pastries, maybe you’ll find one you’ll like?” She offered with a smile. “Oh, sure.”

Well, who could’ve had thought that ‘taking a quick visit to the bakery’ would’ve ended up taking longer than usual all because Louis had taken a fancy to one of the bakers?

Louis mouth curved a bit upwards when he heard [F/N] chuckle. “Do you mind if we meet up again? Well, if you’re not busy that is.” “I wouldnt mind. However, i’ll just check if i have the time too.”

[F/N] eyed the clock at the corner of the room. “Oh right.. i still have work to do. You should get going now, your brothers may be waiting for you?” She grinned.

“ah, right.” He said, snapping out of it. She giggled. “Zoning out again?” She sighed. “It was fun talking to you, Mr. Moriarty.”

“No need for last name basis, Ms. [L/N].”, said Louis. “Please just call me Louis.”

“alright, if that is how it’s gonna be, then just call me [F/N].” She smiled probably for the 100th time that day. He was certainly an interesting customer to say the most.

Louis left the bakery and returned to his home, with of course, few things he’s bought in order nit to draw suspicion from his older brothers.

His chest still beating.

..beating? Was beating that fast that whole time? Oh well, it doesnt matter now that Louis made a new acquaintance.

bonus ;

“Had fun at the bakery, Louis?” Albert playfully teased his brother. “B-brother?” Louis widened his eyes a bit, slightly confused and suprised, yet he knew this was coming.

“I see you had fun at the bakery, Louis. I dont entirely blame you though, she is quite a lovely lady.” Said William. “Just so you know, you both have my consent to your marriage.” Albert chuckled.

“brother!!”

ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ @aoizaraka . ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ.

ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ © 2023

[rosesrflo]

Hi dear! I saw that one of the annons requested Sebastian, Sherlock, William and Louis how would they react to seeing y/n in a lingerie. So, I wanted to request how would Albert react seeing y/n wearing a lingerie 👀

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Feats; Albert James Moriarty x f!reader (MTP). Genre; NSFW

Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut

Desc; IN WHICH Albert takes you out to spoil you with gifts, one of them being lingerie; what was once a harmless shopping spree will eventually turn into something more..heated.

A/N; Hi! I’m sorry this took ages to write up, I’ve been caught up in a lot of work and stuff recently, writing sexual themes isn’t my forte either (I actually struggle with it a lot) but I hope you enjoy! 💌

As we all know, Albert is 99.9% sugar daddy.

He will spoil the shii out of you if you’re someone he holds dear.

Luckily for you, you’re one of them, aside his brothers of course:

But you’re special, if you ask him to buy one outfit, he’ll buy the entire store - you liked that specific meal? He brought the restaurant. He’s just that rich and that dedicated to you.

He would do anything you asked of him.

You hypnotized him with your personality, your habits and gorgeous looks. Every sultry smirk, fluttering eyes and teasing touches gets him riled up real fast.

In addition to this, he also loves to dress you up.

Albert will take you to the best of tailors, he’d spend hours upon hours watching you twirl and pose in pretty outfits specifically made for his eyes and his eyes only.

Your skin on display, the clothing only a decoration, an accompaniment to the real beauty. You, your body. He’ll place you on a figurative pedestal once he catches a glimpse of you in lingerie.

God who? All Albert knows now is (y/n) (l/n).

It was actually originally his idea for you to wear it, he just wasn’t prepared enough to face your gorgeousness, is literally blown away.

You’re a goddess in his eyes, but watch out - he’s been eyeing you for a while now and I bet he’s ready to take a taste of you…

“Albert! Please don’t be so rude to the tailors, they’re the ones fitting our outfits, you know?” You lightly scolded your lover for shooing the tailor out after quote on quote ‘eyeing you for too long.’ In other words, he had threatened to fire the tailor whilst pulling your lingerie clad body close to his.

Your words seemed to go into one ear and pass out the other, he didn’t so much as blink. Emerald hues flickered up and down your figure, his mouth was parted slightly and his hands seemed to tighten on your hips. It took a while until you realised the exact position you were in, and how hungry Albert looked.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you swatted away his excuses, “No excuses mister-“

“(y/n).”

He spoke your name like you were a celestial being, honey slithered into his tone, successfully masking his silver tongue. “-Apologise this instance, the poor man looked petrified-“

“(y/n).”

Albert clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in amusement, you continued to disregard him, “-He probably has a family, if he loses his job, he won’t be able to-“ The brunette pursed his lips, softly yet firmly forced you to look him in the eye - using his thumb and index finger, hooking under your chin and raising it.

“(y/n).”

The rant weakened, eventually trailing off the longer you gazed into his vixen guise, “..Yes.?” And just like that, your five senses heightened painfully; you couldn’t see past Albert’s handsome features, you were so close to him you could smell a whiff of expensive cologne, his voice rang smoothly in your ears and you grew aware of his hands roaming your body.

As for taste, well you’d have hoped you would get a bite soon enough.

“You look…entrancing in that outfit.” True to his word, Albert was absolutely captivated.

You giggled at his faltering voice, lifting your head to press a slow kiss on his neck, “You’re not all that bad yourself, sir.” Albert quietly groaned upon hearing your suggestive tone, cornering you against the nearest wall of the changing room. He slid a knee just below your groin.

His mouth found yours, catching you in a heated make out session, the pads of his fingertips pressed on your waist-

“Uh-C-Count Moriarty..? Are you finished in there yet?”

The tailor called out the two of you, breaking you apart along with the sensual mood. Crouching under his arm and making your great escape, you began putting a more mature outfit on - Albert yelled back a frustrated confirmation.

You almost burst out laughing at his face, “Let’s finish this off at home, shall we?”

[pillow-anime-talk]

modern!william.

request: i was wondering if you don’t mind mtp requests but modern au? ^^’ i like imagining doing domestic stuffs with william but my ideas for domestic stuff with him are too modern way than the victorian era way :’))) so, can i ask for domestic stuff with william and his fem s/o but modern!au??

# tags: headcanon; current relationship; modern!au; romance; slice of life; fluff; a bit comedy; wholesome shit; sfw

includes: female reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: hope you like it! <3

→ your house ←

↘ I imagine that you two have a really beautiful and cottage-style apartment or a small house. I also think you have a lot of plants and comfy things like big blankets, fluffy pillows, colorful kitty cups and a big couch to watch your favorite shows on Netflix or Disney +.

↘ I also have a headcanon in my head that your kitchen is in white and baby blue color, and you also have a large office with hundreds of books; both for reading and learning.

↘ William is good at cooking, so from time to time expect breakfast in bed or delicious snacks made to play together on the computer (I think you like to play Terraria and The Sims together).

↘ Apart from the office, your favorite place in the apartment is your bedroom, in which certainly hangs a wooden, round swing with a few other pillows in which you love to drink coffee and rest, browsing the Internet. William loves to sit on a huge brown armchair with a laptop or a psychology book on his lap.

↘ Overall, I think you live really well, and your wonderful nest is a great place to meet friends and for family events.

→ your jobs ←

↘ I still think William works as a mathematician at the university. But I believe William also has a second job, a remote job. He works as an IT specialist in a corporation and fulfills his tasks by using a computer. Your boyfriend is really talented, and you admire him for doing so many things (which are not easy).

↘ Also, I imagine that you are working as a kindergarten teacher or studying an interesting field, at the same time earning extra money, like you are an editor and you correct books that are to be sent to the printing house.

↘ You both support each other a lot and you always talk about your achievements, studies, problems and promotions. You love to celebrate pleasant moments, e.g. with a glass of wine or a cup of delicious white tea.

→ your relation and other things  ←

↘ You love trips to museums, parks and lakes. I have a feeling William is a mountain-loving type, so you go there every year. In addition, every Friday you take the dogs out of the shelter near your house.

↘ However, if you have an animal, I think it’s a furry cat or a cute bunny.

↘ William is a big spoon and he always sleeps on the side of the wall. You argue often over the duvet, but you never turn your back on each other. You must fall asleep cuddled up to each other, otherwise you will dream about scary, crazy things.

↘ You also watch TikTok before falling asleep, cuddling together like two little otters. TV series, relationship advice and funny videos from China definitely dominate your account, while William has plenty of recipes, games and curiosities about Excel.

↘ Definitely William likes to give you gifts and surprises, such as going to the cinema for the latest movie or a fantastic dinner in an Italian restaurant. I don't know why, but I think your boyfriend is a bubble tea fanatic.

↘ Finally, William is a great driver and you are the perfect DJ for your journeys!

[tulipsforvin]

Hello! May I request the Moriarthree headcanons with their spouse who has strange cravings (reason can vary, from emotional stress to period or pregnancy), like food combinations or incredible need to run and jump into heap of fallen leaves? Hope this won't be a bother 🤭 Absolutely love your writings, keep up with it, you are talented!💖

A/N: This is so cute lolol. Thank you for the kind words and for the request, anon! Hope you have a great day/night waiting for you!

PREGNANCY CRAVINGS

William J. Moriarty

Amusement and intrigue: With his calculating and intellect mind, he'd probably find it amusing and endearing to see his spouse act in such frivolous ways.

Finding humour: I believe it's probably the most often his spouse has heard his laughter with how absurd his spouse looks jumping into a pile of leaves.

Heightened protectiveness: Although the first time his love head-on jumped into a pile of fallen leaves so suddenly, he got extremely concerned thinking they'd fainted or that there was something sharp under the heap like stones or shards of glass or something. He will also make either Fred or James follow them when he's not around to avoid harm befalling you. (He doesn't trust Moran when it comes to his love.)

One to adapt and conquer: During autumn when leaves begin to turn yellow and fall off trees and are swept away into heaps — he makes sure to add something softer and plush underneath the leaves so that if his love ever decided to fall flat into them again, he won't have to worry about them getting hurt.

Patience and lenience: Whether it be sobbing over an advertisement they just saw or getting angry at him for no reason because of their hormonal imbalance, he understands that emotions are not something they can easily control during these times and thus is very soft with his darling.

Research and studies: He spends hours trying to find the most healthiest, perfect brands because he doesn't want his love to have an upset stomach. He can't control his love's weird cravings but the least he can do is atleast find a way to make goddamn anchovies and ice-cream seem like a delicacy.

Albert J. Moriarty

Calm and Collected: Like his younger brother, Albert is also known for his laid-back nature. I mean, he's literally a lieutenant colonel of the British army — he's seen all sorts of stuff.

Extravagant spending: The Moriartys have a vast wealth. Being the eldest out of all three of the brothers, the money in his bank account is off the charts. To take care of his spouse, it is evident that he would be willing to spend any amount of money on his love if it meant their comfort would be assured. Shopping spree, all kinds of warm blankets and pillows, expensive delicacies; they're all his darling's.

Attention shift: One doesn't need to crack a puzzle to know that Albert is a busy man, obvious with how less his presence is seen at their Durham residence in the anime and the manga. However, during times such as his spouse's pregnancy, period or feeling burnt out — he makes an effort to stay at home longer and takes days off so he can't take care of them and be by their side.

Heightened protectiveness: He's very protective of his love during these times. He'll tag along everywhere, following them around the house or outside - clinging on to his spouse. He has to have some sort of skin contact with them in any sort of way so he can be sure that his sweetheart is safe and sound.

Comical exasperation: Not the most resilient of men. I mean, he did scheme with his adoptive younger brothers to kill off the rest of his bloodline because he couldn't take their nonsense anymore. His spouse will find him rubbing the bridge of his nose, sighing but giving into their whims and fancies in the end.

Little endeavours: To relax his spouse's mind, he'll take little walks with them to parks, make them crème brulé, play board games with them etc, etc.

Louis J. Moriarty

Dunno about you guys but for me, this man would be the best caretaker out of the three.

Culinary Experiments: Louis takes it upon himself to experiment in the kitchen and create dishes that cater to their cravings. Together, they embark on culinary adventures and explore new flavors and enjoy the process of trying out unusual food combinations. He'll make it work, no matter how weird the cravings sound.

Emotional Support: Louis recognizes that his spouse's cravings may be linked to emotional stress, hormonal changes, or other factors like pregnancy or their menstrual cycle. He becomes their pillar of support, offering a listening ear and comforting presence whenever they need it.

Surprise Treats: He keeps a mental note of their preferences and surprises them with their desired food combinations or indulgences when they least expect it. Whether it's a late-night snack or a midday surprise, Louis enjoys seeing the joy on their face when their cravings are fulfilled.

Comfort and Relaxation: When his spouse experiences emotional stress, Louis ensures they have a comfortable and relaxing environment. He creates cozy spaces at home, complete with soft blankets, soothing music, and calming scents. He may also surprise them with spa treatments or massages to help them unwind and alleviate their stress.

Advice and Understanding: Louis takes the time to research and understand the science behind cravings, whether they are related to pregnancy or other factors. He educates himself on how to support his spouse's well-being during these times and ensures they have access to the necessary resources and information. (Read 'Louis asking all sorts of both necessary and unnecessary questions to William regarding subjects like this')