#myal

[goldenlotus-arts]

A deal with the government

[l-wandering-etranger]

albert james moriarty out there giving a new meaning to goverment hooker

[nicolett-rosse]

Holmes's hair antenna catching Moriarty

[soulmatesyuumori]

I can't believe no one talked about this bit here

My man lost himself thinking/talking about Albert with such a fond smile LOLOLOL there is literaly a pause there for him to collect himself, as if he forgot he had Louis in front of him.

Mycroft: *thinks and talks about Albert ❤* .... Oh sorry, where were we?

Louis: *looking away awkwardly, thinking* oh my gosh, this Holmes too?? damn it, brothers, why????... well, at least this one's decent.

[luvviexq]

art dump lawl (sorry quality suck because i post these in my laptop

[mayst0rm]

The Earl and The Government

[the-little-pierre]

♔ MyAl ♔

I've been wanting to do this drawing for a long time, but Pierre is very absent-minded 🤧

[ryuusea]

yuumori x i7 日和 photobook parody

imagine sherly’s “geh” running into mycroft at a bookshop lmao

parody of tenn and ryuu photobooks because they’re also both cv soma & satotaku

[sebbianas]

holmes brother when there’s a moriarty in front of them:

[cutepebblesstuff]

I don't think we talk enough about this

[goldenlotus-arts]

Can't get u out of my head

[nicolett-rosse]

I think MI6 is Mycroft's wedding gift for Albert, your opinion?

[the-cinnabunny-archives]

𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜, 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠

Fandom: Yuukoko no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot

Relationship(s): Sherlock Holmes/William Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes/Albert Moriarty, James Bonde/Miss Hudson, John Watson/Mary Morstan

Characters: The Moriarty Party, The Baker Street Gang, George Lestrade

Tags: textfic, crack, college au, intentional spelling errors (for Authenticityᵗᵐ)

WC: 5,9k

Chapters: 6/6

Sherlock lights his cigarette with an iron one day. William happens to see it.

Something ensues.

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[the-little-pierre]

🎃 Happy Halloween🎃

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15 years too late... 😅

[bluebellebarrett]

Honoria

This is part OC, part character practice, and part my being a sucker for domestic bliss.

Honoria Holmes made her way home in a high foul temper. Catherine Kitchener was a horrid, horrid girl, and she could not stand even another instant of her company, even if that did mean leaving behind Uncle Sherlock and Dr Watson down on the shore with her.

Papa would still be in the city until evening, but Daddy was sure to be lounging about in the study with a Poe novel and a box of Turkish Delight, and so it was there that Honoria aimed the final destination of her flight. Of all the rotten luck, that Uncle Sherlock would show up for a visit but that he would be accompanied by that dreadful girl!

Honoria supposed that she might be considered well-acquainted with bad luck; she had been abandoned by unknown parents as a mere babe. But then, she had been abandoned on the very doorstep of the Universal Trading Company, and she had not been there more than a half-hour before Daddy had found her, on his way back just before dawn on that summer day. Honoria had never asked what Daddy had been doing that night, but the way it made Uncle William and Uncle Sherlock snicker whenever it was brought up made Honoria quite certain she did not want to know. Regardless, she had been with them ever since, taking Papa's surname as her own and spending her childhood in the wild, curious world of the Windmere House estate, with an interesting array of uncles and the loving adoration of Papa and Daddy, both.

Honoria knocked on the study door, and waited for Daddy's 'enter' before she opened it. Daddy's study was an airy room, lined in bookshelves and nautical charts and pretty botanical drawings, complete with two tall, narrow windows, flung open to the summer breeze. Daddy was lounging across his settee, as Honoria had predicted, with a red-bound book in his hand and an ornate box of fancy rose and orange flavoured Turkish Delight within easy reach. He had set the book page-down over his chest as Honoria entered, and his green eyes sparkled at her as she approached.

"Well, then," Daddy said, "The seaside is not to your tastes today, darling?"

Honoria sat with a huff of breath and a flurry of skirts near Daddy's hip, narrowly avoiding the sweets box.

"I cannot stand Catherine Kitchener," Honoria burst out, "And I do not know why we must continue to entertain her."

Daddy lolled his head back with an indulgent smile. "And you cannot get along?" he drawled, already knowing the answer. It was not the first time that Honoria had made this complaints.

"I cannot," she insisted, just to be sure.

Daddy hummed. He raised a hand to pet Honoria's golden curls. "Miss Kitchener's uncle is friendly with your Papa," Daddy said, as he's done many times before. "And you do know how delicately your Papa likes to balance those sorts of things. He believes that Lord Kitchener is useful to him, and if it is his request to entertain his niece, your Papa would, of course, do so."

Honoria sighed. For all of Daddy's patient explanation, he did not ask her to leave, so she settled back against the settee and allowed Daddy's hair-petting to calm her temper.

[sebbianas]

the way sherliam is in public is simple. sherlock’s arm at the back of liam’s chair or liam leaning on sherlock’s side using him as a backrest, or in the eyes of their trusted ones, sherlock’s legs on liam’s lap. they are always touching, always feeling each other, a reminder that the other is alive and safe by their side.

myal is more subtle. a barely there space in between them and should the need arise, a small movement will get them to touch, to feel, and then the space comes back. feet touching and playful under dining tables and a smirk on albert’s face, and in front of their love ones their shoulder would touch and sometimes hands holding each other. they dont need the constant reminder that the other is there, just to look and feel the other’s presence is enough.