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tulipsforvin · 6 months

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Hello!Can I request some smut headcanons for albert with a fem s/o one? Like the same thing you wrote about william and louis

X-RAY: Albert J. Moriarty In Bed

✧ ⚠️: general summary of albert's sexual desires, turn-ons, kinks and how he is like during intercourse.

KINKS — (what is he into?)

✧ Exhibitionism: Albert wants to make it known that you're his and only his to everyone. And if that means having you sit on his lap, your back pressed against his chest and legs spread wide with his hand grasping either one, all the while pumping his cock in and out of you while a number of people watch does it — then who is he to decline? Especially when the offer is as enticing as that.

✧ Size-kink: The way you look under him, so small and helpless as he slides in and out of you, the bulge forming on your lower abdomen everytime he flushes in makes his eyes darken with lust.

✧ Degradation + Praise: Albert is also a big, big fan of using his words to easily careen you towards an orgasm. He'll flick your nipples, pounding into you while he praises and degrades you at the same time. For example, he could be telling you how well you're taking him while calling you his whore, making your eyes roll back to your head.

✧ Role-play: Albert doesn't mind what role he has to take up during intercourse, although his favourite are doctor and patient, professor and assistant, police officer and thief etc. He absolutely loves doing it with you, dressing you up in a more lewd version of the role and playing their part gets him infinitely aroused.

TURN ONS — (what turns him on?)

✧ Lingerie/Lacy clothing

✧ Dry humping against him,

✧ Flirting and seductive glances,

✧ Drinking and enjoying wine with him in a sensual environment,

✧ Smelling good and being clean,

✧ Wearing his favourite colour,

✧ Having similar passions as him,

✧ Making an effort and being affectionate etc.

APPEARANCE — (how does 'it’ look?)

✧ Definitely GIRTHY, has veins on it, just the perfect curve to hit the right spots and #D2A69E

RANDOM NSFW HEADCANNONS

✧ Albert is a service dom so he's always ready and eager to please you in bed. He'll lap up earnestly at your clit for hours, over and over, completely ignoring the bulge forming in his pants. To him, your pleasure is his first priority and he will make you cum atleast 2-3 times before he relieves himself.

✧ He's big enough to make your tummy have a bulge whenever he slides into you. He'll guide your hand to it, wanting you to feel where he is. He says something along the lines of, “Do you feel me, love? Here, I'm right here.”

✧ He loves it when you cockwarm him. Having your gummy walls squeeze occasionally makes his head fall to your shoulders so easily, making him moan out in delight.

✧ Albert loves when the two of you engage in teasing, flirty banter during intercourse — the two of you trying to see who'll last the longest, who can make the other cave in, things like that.

✧ He loves giving you hickeys and marking you, in and out of sexual situations. He's always nibbling at your skin during intercourse, giving you sometimes the faintest of red marks or sometimes hickeys that are dark, dark purple.

✧ Albert tends to grunt and groan more than whimper or whine. ALTHOUGH if you give him a really good blowjob then you can definitely hear him do both of those things.

✧ His favourite sex positions are mating press, face off, doggy, the butterfly position etc.

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miffytaffy · 12 days

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dating albert james moriarty aesthetic

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married-to-google-translater · 2 months

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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.

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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hello, can i ask for prompt 1 + family fic with william from moriarty the patriot pls 🙏🏻

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; slice of life; light romance; mostly fluff; also a bit of comedy; family!fic &kids!fic; daddy!william is so precious; pregnancy mention; xxi century; sfw

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

author’s note: hi! this request- so cute!

1. “Let’s watch some movies from Studio Ghibli (or Disney, or Pixar)!”

Every evening was a kind of ritual and the best form of relaxation for you, your husband and your two children; first you had supper together (usually delicious sandwiches with cheese and lots of vegetables, baked sausages and oatmeal cookies that your daughters absolutely loved), then it was time for a bath full of fun and laughter – your girls liked so much spending time in a bathtub filled with white foam. They also enjoyed to splash William with water and thus pretend to be two cute whales. At the very end, it was always time for fairy tales and conversations between the four of you. Of course, your daughters were the ones who set the rules so they always chose your evening entertainment. With a bowl full of popcorn, hot tea and dimmed lights, everything seemed to have its own unique atmosphere. When winter comes, the only light brighten up the living room were golden Christmas lights and candles. However, due to the fact that it was currently summer, only one small lamp in the corner of the room was on, not disturbing anything.

“... Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” Lily – your older daughter – screamed and jumping on the couch, and you just laughed as you turned on the TV. Netflix really was a useful thing in your apartment and you definitely couldn’t function without it. Especially when you had two kids.

“Yes!” Added your younger one – Sophia – and William caught her mid-jump and sat her down on the mattress, handing her a bowl of still-warm popcorn. “Let’s watch some movies from Disney!” She repeated the words of her sister two years older than her, then busied herself eating the salt corn, which crunched loudly in her mouth.

“I want to see Ariel!”

“Mommy, no! Please, please play movie with Merida! I miss Merida!” She spat a few grains onto the sheets. William sighed as he picked them all and placed everything on a handkerchief on the glass table next to the huge sofa.

“Hmm... How about Mulan?” You asked quite seriously, putting your hand on your left hip in the process. In your right hand you held a small black remote control and you were ready to turn on one of the fairy tales on the platform. Your daughters looked at you with wide eyes, then at each other and squealed happily, clapping their hands and nodding their heads in agreement. You sighed with relief. In the last month, you’ve watched ‘The Little Mermaid’ twelve times and ‘Brave’ fifteen times...

“Mulan! Mulan!” They screamed as they ran across the couch and you turned on the movie. William, on the other hand, tried to calm your kids, fearing that one of them would fall or, worse, break something. Although your daughters were your perfect little versions, they definitely had Albert’s character...

“Shush, peanuts! Focus on watching Mulan and Mushu’s adventures!” Your husband said seriously, though out of the corner of your eye you saw him fighting the urge to laugh at the sight of your laughing children.

When the Disney fairy tale began, and you sat next to the younger girl, you turned your head slightly to your partner, who was watching the well-known story with curiosity.

“... Wouldn’t you like to have third daughter?” You asked with a chuckle escaping your lips and William raised his right eyebrow.

“I’d prefer a son... At least we could watch ‘Cars’ or ‘Toy Story’...” He replied quite seriously and you just grabbed your stomach lightly. In the darkness, however, your beloved did not notice it.

Well... Maybe this time you both will have the son Will wants? But you didn’t want to tell your husband yet. His birthday was coming up soon, so you tried to keep it a secret until that day and make it a present.

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pookieb3ar · 2 months

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His ring

*spoilers*

That ring. That damn ring. His ring.

Remembering like it was yesterday, like it was yesterday he plunged off the unfinished bridge after the lord of crime. Holding tight as he fell, and you. You sat there on the side lines. Not able to do anything. Just standing there being pushed around by people trying to get a glimpse of the scene happening, but all you could do was stand there with tears flooding your eyes as you watched your lover, Sherlock Holmes, fall into the deep abyss of water. You had no hope for his survival.

Falling into water from that height, there’s no way someone could survive that.

You told yourself over and over. But imagine the heartbreak and anguish you felt as you were walking along the man made bank and saw something floating in the water, walking down a set of stairs you picked it up, and low and behold. It was that ring.

That damn ring. His ring..

All you could do was sit there in heartache, holding the skull engraved ring that was much to big for your own finger, so you wiped your tears and headed back to the humble flat of 221B Baker Street, sitting down in Sherlock’s old study and unfastening your necklace and sliding the onto the chain and putting it back on.

You slept with the necklace on, you bathed with the necklace on, you did everything with the necklace on. Days and nights passed, and somehow 3 years has passed since the death of your past lover Sherlock Holmes, and you still haven’t moved on. I mean how could you? He was perfect. Everything you could ask for. And now he’s gone, for 3 years now.

Knock

“Come in..” You said in a monotone voice

“Well, that’s not the exact kind of welcome back I was expecting”

You paused. You knew that voice. You knew that cocky tone. You turned slowly, and to your shock there he was, Sherlock Holmes, just standing there. This couldn’t be happening, it’s your mind playing tricks on you, you’re just to deep in grief. All those words going threw your head and you still managed to get up to run and hug him, he was real, he wasn’t a ghost, or a figment of your imagination.

He grabbed your face with both hands and gently made you look at him, that’s when he noticed the shiny skull engraved ring looped on your necklace, he grabbed it.

“So that’s where it went” he said letting out a chuckle looking at the ring.

That damn ring. His ring..

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I’ve never written ff before but I had an idea and I had to experiment with it, so I do hope you did like it! Lemme know how I did! But keep in mind I don’t know if I’ll write again, if I do it’ll probably be a while :’( MORIARTY THE PATRIOT NEEDS MORE FANS‼️‼️

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#moriarty the patriot #fanfic #sherlock holmes #sherlock x you #angst?#Sherlock holmes moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot x you

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vyloy · 1 year

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Can I request Soft!Louis from Moriarty the Patriot with a shy reader doing it for the first time? I have been craving for this 😈😈 You can make the reader g/n if you like

Louis James Moriarty

╰┈➤ tw: none, gn reader

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You were a dearest friend to the youngest Moriarty brother, keyword 'were', it all started when you first met him on the streets of London, he seemed to be struggling with the bags so you, despite your shy demeanor, offered to help, "thank you..", he mumbled under his breath, just enough for you to hear, you gave a slight nod of acknowledgment and walked beside him all the way to the Moriarty Manor, you had seen them a few times due to their noble status. He went in and gestured to you to do the same and you obliged, the Manor was huge compared to your small apartment, you were honored to see such a beauty, "you can place them over here", the blonde said, setting his bags on the kitchen counter. Just as you were about to turn around, Louis asked you, "would you like to have some tea? as a thanks..", you nervously fiddled with your fingers, at the end you decided to decline, knowing one way or another you'll have to meet his other brothers, you couldn't handle all the attention being on you.

About a month after the incident happened, your life continued normally, you would sometimes get reminded of the handsome man who offered you tea but you stupidly rejected his offer, you would find yourself watering plans and mumble to yourself about how stupid you were.

Today you were out in the city, it wasn't very common for you to go out but some of your friends had urged you to go out every once in a while and interact with people so you begrudgingly did. You decided to just grab a pretzel and sit on the city bench before going home, that counts as going out, right? You did also interact with the baker who gave you said pretzel so it wasn't breaking any 'rules' your friends had set up. You looked up at the sky, it was a bit grey, "I should have brought an umbrella..", you said to noone in particular, a bit frustrated at yourself as your place wasn't for another couple miles, having to run in the rain wasn't ideal, just as you thought about it, a raindrop plopped down on your lap, "great..", you sighed deeply before the rain began to pick up, you tried running to your place but after a couple minutes, you decided to just take shelter at a bakery until the rain went away, there were people staring when you went into the bakery, making you embarrassed and turn around to see another customer, Louis.

"Sir Moriarty..!", you unconsciously said, "I remember you, great to see you again..", "Y/n L/n", his face softened upon hearing your name, "Mx L/n", he paused after realizing you were all wet, "oh dear, what happened?", a nervous look appearing on his face, "long story, i just ran in the rain, well tried, as you can see", "here, i'll escort you to your place", he grabbed your hand with one hand and the other held an umbrella, you just accepted the kind gesture. The two of you walked to your place in an awkward silence, you were too shy to start a conversation and tried to cover yourself with your hands, Louis didn't push any conversation so that was a relief for you.

When you arrived home, you immediately went to grab a towel before urging Louis to come in, "Thank you for helping me..", you mumbled, "It's nothing, you helped me once and i repayed you", your lips curled into a smile, the two of you were going to get along nicely whether you knew it or not.

Now let's move on to the present, in the present day, Louis is none other than your boyfriend, a sweet and soft boyfriend who loves caring for you even if you don't need it, but you do appreciate whenever he helps you communicate with people, he knows how shy you are and doesn't mind it at all, infact he loves that!

Even after 4 months of dating, the two of you still haven't done anything too far, you wanted to drop some hints you wanted to try something different, no way were you going to straight up tell him, that's too embarrassing.

"Y/n, there's something I wanted to ask you..", Louis said, sitting on the bed and being uncomfortably far from you, "y-yes?", you were nervous, what if it's bad news?, "I've been wondering...can we do it?", you could see his ears flush a deep red, "oh?oh..!", you also turned red, were you dreaming?. The silence was loud before you inevitably broke it, "sure..", your voice was quiet but in this silence, it could be heard, Louis turned around to face you, a look in his eyes that signalled that he wanted it now, he went over to you, grabbing your face and kissing you deeply, "god..you're so cute", he suddenly said, making you shy away a bit as he starts to take off your clothes, you covered your face just a bit, letting yourself peak at Louis.

He starts to kiss up your legs and thighs, leaving a few hickies, he was good at this for sure, "Louis..", "yes darling?", he looked up at you, "more, i want more".

His hands all over your body, exploring your hole while his other hand pinched your nipple, "you're doing so good..", he whispered, affirming you, "ah..that's ah! so good!", you couldn't help moaning, it was pleasureful, "tell me if it hurts okay..?", your leg on his shoulder as the other on his side, lining up with your entrance, you nodded before he pushed in, letting you adjust as every inch of his cock went inside, the two of you moaned in pleasure, "so tight, so good", he kept saying. His cock was all in you, a bulge appeared on your stomach, you gave it a gentle touch, shivering at the thought of it being your boyfriend's cock so deep inside of you, "move..", and with that, he began to thrust into you slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt you. You covered your face with your hands but Louis held your hand, giving it a firm grip and reassuring you, "I eant to see your beautiful face", made you even more flustered, "I'm going to move faster alright?", you nodded and his thrusts quickened just a bit to the point he wasn't hurting you but it was more pleasureful than before.

"I'm cumming!", Louis said, knowing you were also about to release, "Ah, agh!", you moaned out, feeling yourself drip with cum both from your tip and from your hole, Louis pulled out, leaving your hole dripping with more cum than you could ever imagine, he layed down beside you, brushing your cheek with his hand, looking at you lovingly, "you did amazing, i love you y/n", you smiled tiredly, "I love you too Louis", he then got up, preparing a warm bath for you, to clean you up and make sure you weren't aching, god you loved him.

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Taglist: @secretivemessenger @devilswhore-emrys @scarilygorgeous

#x gn reader #gn reader #moriarty the patriot x you #moriarty the patriot #louis james moriarty #yuukuko no moriarty

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isolabellz · 1 month

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the reunion we didn’t get to see

#sherliam #moriarty the patriot #yuumori #sherlock holmes #william james moriarty #sherlock x liam #sherlock x moriarty #they are so married #when you haven’t seen your husband in 3 months #i love them #happy birthday liam

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ananiel · 5 months

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Imagine being able to see spirits. You are able to see animals and humans walking (or floating) around, hearing how they talk and how they speak, talking about how they wish they could see their family or talking about how they want nothing more but justice

You are able to touch and pet, to speak and to interact with any of them, and when people touch your bare skin, they can see spirits too, which caused You to always wear gloves and long sleaves, as well as a mask

Now, the basic answear for this Power would be to become an oracle or some crazy witch of the Town. But what if You become a Detective. Yep, a young Detective that suddenly rised into the favour of the people for being able to solve cases that are a century old (mainly because the beheaded victim cries in Your bathroom at 3:36 am sharp every night)

So You live like this, in a happy way with your gift

Logical would be to keep your gift hidden too, so that people don't try to kill You for knowing to much

You met him on a random day, thinking nothing of him while a dog spirit was hiding behind your leg. He seemed friendly, and eager to befriend You as well, almost honored to be in your presence

Now spirits upon spirits whisper his name, talk about how deranged and how he was the one who killed them, or played part into their death. Spirits that got very fond of You would tell You to stay away from that man

You clearly followed their advice, and distanced yourself from him. But he isn't dumb, he caught up to it, and now, he tries to figure out what has gotten You to hate him so much

Surely... He has been studing You for ages, talking You day and night to figure out the best personality to just steal You away only for himself. What failed in his plan?

He asked himself, oh well, guess he'd have to take You in a more forcefull attempt

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yandere-wishes · 9 months

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⋆ Anomaly ⋆

❤Summary: Reader is an anomaly. A noblewoman of foreign descent. She doesn't belong here. But oh how she wishes to burn the world down just like William.

❤Author's note: A little something for Ana (@yandere-romanticaa) I hope you enjoy it!!

❤Warnings: Reader is traumatized, Yandere behavior, killing and blood, cryptic. I swear I know how math works…I've just been slaking this summer.

There are equations written over your skin. Complex formulas he's yet to solve. Exponents and variables freckle your body, scattered shards that try to tell him something, whispering the world's secrets every time he kisses your hand. You are an anomaly he thinks. Face full of cracks where the stars seep through. You're a mistake in the universe. A perfect doll misplaced. You are something, William is almost sure of it.

At heart, William is and always will be a mathematician. It just so happens that crime and math follow the same principles. Both require diligence and practice. Carefully throughout plans of how one must approach such a conundrum. One may call it a formula or a modus operandi or anything else as jejune. But in the end, a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.

And yet to Moriarty, you are an equation that refuses to be solved. An enigma he's desperately sought to unravel since your first meeting.

William notices something odd as you stroll down an exquisite exemplar of the golden ratio. Something the lord of crime can't fully place. You're akin to a puzzle missing far too many pieces to properly depict its picture. Maybe it's the setting he ponders as he watches you take careful steps in heeled shoes. Maybe it's the music from the ballroom or the meaningless prattle of the aristocrats that robs your form of all logic. Something is amiss with you and he's frantic to find out what it is.

William introduces himself when you reach the bottom of the staircase. He's never been one to show primary interest in the ladies. Rather he waits in the faint glow of the moonlight until someone approces him. Maybe it's the need to distinguish himself from the other aristocrats, maybe it's the repulsion for their customs and manners that refrains him from ever commencing idle chatter. Yet with you, a girl he's never met before, he finds it fitting to say hello first. To talk, about nothing and everything in the same breath. He mentions his admiration for the staircase in passing. Never expecting you to latch on to the words and morph them into the divine proportion. "My father was a mathematical enthusiast, he's passed that on to me as well." Your words slip into his veins like a narcotic, like the melody of an ancient tune lost to time.

William smiles, easy and bright like the melting rays of the desert sun. "Quite the coincidence, I'm a mathematics professor at Durham University". There's a giggle that bleeds from your rose-tainted lips. Reverberating in the chambers of his heart. "A toast then" you propose "to the lethal magnificence of calculation"

You click your champagne glass against his, as something feral festers within the young nobleman.

It's only days later when he's replaying that night in his head as he sips his afternoon tea. That he realizes your champagne glass was empty that whole time. How strange he pondered, wondering if he'd even seen you touch a single intoxicant all evening.

Four days and three sleepless nights later William finds himself tracing the letters of your name with tender adoration. As if he's engraving prayers upon his bones. He needs to see you again as desperately as he needs to breathe. The letter he writes is aloof, meticulous. Prying on your curiosity, hoping you'll take the bait. One miserable day later Louis delivers a letter bathed in your fragrance. Informing the lord Moriarty of your acceptance of his invitation for tea. William folds the letter with the leniency of a biologist regulating their slides. Tucking it away within his breast pocket.

You wear red when you oblige his invitation. An odd red, one that breaks his perception of the color. It's too vibrant yet too opaque. He's beginning to wonder if everything about you is an irregularity. When he ushers the conversation to your garment you merely laugh and brush it off as having belonged to your mother. There's something wrong with that reply as if the universe weeps at your every word. William watches astonished as if he's been told a secret lost to time.

It becomes a habit, an obsession, an addiction really. Tea thrice a week with the woman who plagues his dreams. He lets his cover slip between sips of tea. Permitting you glances into his dark affairs. There's a moment that breaks the norm. A bizarre instance when you ask him to spare no detail in recounting how a poor tormented man murdered the marquess that raped his wife. William stops the proclean cup mere millimeters from his lips. His voice dies in his throat as his mind races to find an appropriate way to tell a lady such a bloody tale. For a second reality slips away.

Reality has a tendency to slip away unnoticed when he's with you.

You weave William tales of foreign lands that sound like they belong in children's fairytales. You tell him about heroes who've done the impossible and kings whose hearts are as pure as the summer skies.

Something about you reverberates in his subconscious. Oh, how he wishes to engulf you, to pick apart your flesh revealing all those dainty secrets you keep in your pretty little chest.

He asks how you know of such utopic lands. You smile. "Because I once lived there"

One day, as Louis serves black tea with rose petals, you bring up a rather peculiar request. "Permit me to assist you in your quest for equality lord Moriarty." William's beginning to believe he's going mad when he hears you. Albit it may as well be expected. Any sane noble lady would have run away many times over. Yet you remain. Forever poised in your adorned seat. Now more than ever William wishes he knew what you truly are. "I want to help you", you plead. "Allow me to aid you in burning this world down and starting anew". He shouldn't have accepted, he shouldn't have nobbed. He shouldn't have left his seat to trace the side of your face with more love than he knew he possessed.

Sometimes, William wonders if something is haunting you, an apparition nesting within the depths of your heart. He ponders what could drive a brilliant mind such as yours to crave the blood of the rich. You once told him about a heritage disrespected. A legacy buried under sand and water lilies. He's yet to find the true meaning behind those words. Does that make you a threat or an ally? Can either be exalted to a lover?

Moriarty promises you the world. Promise you revenge. He's not sure if he too will burn away in your vendetta. Yet he's willing to take the risk if he can hold you close after every murder case.

"I've tried to kick the habit of strolling around the cemeteries at night. Yet I must admit I rather enjoy this." William smiles at your twisted words as he leads the way. If everything has goes as planned -which is most often the case- then the two of you should be prepared for quite the spectacle. A certain Count - who had shown more interest in you than Moriarty could permit- would be getting knifed by his butler whose life he had ruined. A whole new meaning to the term 'the butler did it'. Quite comedic from William's perspective.

You lean on a withering oak tree, hidden by London's thick fog. William stands by your side, the personification of a grim reaper. You watch the play begin, the cobblestone stage illuminated by the blood-red moon. The confrontation, the knife being thrust into the rich vermin's heart. Again and Again and Again. The butler screams into the bloodstained night. His words quelled by his sobs and screams of agony from his dying tormentor. You only catch half of his reasoning, half of his allegations. And yet that is more than enough to comprehend his motive. You sympathize with the poor man, one whose scars mirror your own.

William's scarlet gaze befalls you, as the performance nears its end.

You pick at your nails in a manner that William finds a little too adorable.

You are an anomaly masquerading as a human. Depression lays heavy over your bones as stardust gathers in the corners of your eyes.

You pray to the creator of the moon, pray for a place long since destroyed.

"I've yet to find someone who truly understands me," you say as the two of you begin the journey back to the Moriarty estate.

"Then we share the same burden, my lady," William says, stopping in his tracks.

He lays a firm hand on your shoulder pulling you backwards into his embrace. Somewhere in the distance, three crows consecrate you with their blessings. Willian's hands rest heavy on your sides. He holds you like a little boy holds his father's arithmatic books. Full of care, full of wonder. "What are you" he whispers into your ear. Leaving a playfully hard bite to the shell. His lips trace yours like one traces a treasure map. Trying to unearth all the riches of the world. "My anomaly" he mutters before he finally commits.

When Moriarty kisses you the whole world melts away.

There's an intriguing lightheadedness that follows. As if the stars themselves have exploded within you. You wonder if basking in his presence will mend your tattered heart.

"My precious little anomaly"

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kanroji-san · 5 months

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Y/n: don't kill me, I have a husband! Random Aristocrat: I don't care! Y/n: you don't understand, I'm not begging for mercy or anything like that. This is a warning. Louis: *suddenly bursts in* YOU'RE READY TO DIE!

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tulipsforvin · 6 months

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helloooo! can i request headcanons for a scenario where in the past reader was heavily infatuated with william but after being constantly rejected by him they sorta just gave up. now, he’s chasing them (with slight yandere behaviour) instead and they’re just sorta nonchalant towards him. thank u!!

✧ ⚠️: william being a creepy little shit, stalking, manipulation, obsessive behaviour, pining.

╰┈⪼ ୨ HC's where he's obsessively pining for your affection after being the one who initially rejected you. ୧

✧ Four years — It had been exactly four years with you trying your hardest to gain even a fraction of William's love and affection. Yet, he'd always push you away with the words, “It's not safe for you to be with me.” or “I can't, I have to focus on my mission.”

✧ His rejections towards you were always vague; subtly pushing the blame to the life that he leads. He'd never tell you directly that he didn't like you back the same way or didn't share the same feelings that you did for him. That always left you thinking, “Does he not like me back?” & “Is he just not in a relationship with me because of his work?”

✧ Eventually, you got tired of this constant back and forth with him where the two of you would never reach a firm, assuring outcome and completely gave up.

✧ At the same time, William had decided to go forth with his suicide mission. And although even after you gave up trying to get into a romantic relationship with him, he was still someone you cared for. Thus, you tried to stop him but in the end, your efforts were in vain.

✧ Although the news declared that William was dead, they had still not found his body — therefore, there was a slim chance that he could be alive, somewhere in the world. And that guess, that belief in you was correct.

✧ After waking up from his comatose state in America, his mind immediately drifted back to remembering your face. Everything you did for him and said to him, it all came back in a flash, suddenly making his heart clench in regret. You were one of the few people that genuinely cared for him, and he felt a great loss towards how he treated you so indifferently.

✧ When he returns from America, the first thing he does is try and find your whereabouts — which he does easily due to his connections and intellect. Upon finding you, he immediately apologises to you for doing what he did and treating you how he treated you.

✧ You, someone who had given up in the two of you long ago, calmly tell him that it's okay and you forgive him.

✧ His expression is one of surprise and.. hurt? Sure, he's very grateful that that you forgave him but that face you had — uncaring and distant — it made a shudder go down his spine. It was so different from the one that he was used to seeing before his dissapearance.

✧ Over the next few days, he tries to hang on to you, following you around everywhere with the excuse of “I simply want to catch up with a friend that I care deeply for.”

✧ You were fine with these for a few weeks before things eventually started turning out more eerie. You always found that his eyes were on you — via the reflection of the spoon's handle as you ate your food, showing how William would be watching you from the dark hallways behind you.

✧ Along with the fact that he always knew where you were, dropping by in the most convenient of places whenever you required help or assistance, perhaps for something as mundane as picking up something too heavy for you to carry or because you were trying to save a dying animal on the side of the road.

✧ “You're not following me, are you?” “My, I would never even think of doing something such as that and stoop that low.” “Then why are you always there everytime I need you?” “A mere coincidence, love. Surely, you aren't angered that I assisted you in something you, quite desperately, may I add, needed help in?” “...I was trying to tie my shoe laces tightly, Liam.” “I think that is desperation enough.”

✧ William definitely gaslights and manipulates you, playing the victim card whenever you accuse him of stalking you. He's also begun to use teams of endearments even if the two of you aren't in a relationship.

✧ You ignore his ever-so-growing-by-the-second romantic advances towards you, making William even further obsessed and intrigued by you. Oh, how he's dying to have his hands on you. But that's something he can't do - no - he has to be gentle in his actions, cautious with his scheming, otherwise you'll just run away from him even further.

✧ William's begun to drop you flowers everyday, sometimes infront of your doorstep, sometimes infront of your workplace, anywhere he has easy access to and won't make you suspect him.

✧ Not that you care anyway, right? You think of his actions like how one would when being gifted something on your birthday, as if it was the norm, as if it was something that happened too many times for you to count, or care.

✧ He'll find this adorable as well, thinking of this as a game between the two of you, a switch in power. He wants you to cave in and he will die trying.

✧ “After all,” He thinks. “How long can this game of yours last — knowing I'm cornering you by the minute?”

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miffytaffy · 22 days

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dating william james moriarty aesthetic

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pfpanimes · 3 months

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⌕ yuukoku no moriarty • sherlock holmes.

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pillow-anime-talk · 1 year

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from the future to the past.

request: professional hacker!s/o whos very skilled in computers and building them, with terrifying abilities to gather intel,,,, also has a talent in making gadgets then time travels to mtp,,,, works for mi6, best buddies with von herder, close relationship with secretary holmes too,,,, how would the rest of the moriarty gang react? would they use them???

# tags: headcanon; strangers to friends & strangers to lovers; time travel; hacker!reader; soft romance; a bit of comedy; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. whole mi6 {mtp}

author’s note: hey anonnie, sorry for waiting so long! thank you! hope you like it :)!

↘ Your latest invention turned out to be the biggest and by far the most shocking success of your twenty-something life.

↘ And at the same time your greatest and most dangerous curse, because the last virtual time exchange program you created, which was made by the initiative of restoring old databases, took you... several hundred years back, to be more precise, to the end of the 19th century and on top of that to London city.

↘ You looked like a recluse among beautifully dressed ladies, children in clothes with long frills and gentlemen with tall hats and gold-trimmed coats.

↘ Your bright jeans, black sweatshirt with a huge hood and hair tied up in a loose bun were a comic image among the dressed-up nobility or even less wealthy townspeople. Your appearance and the fear in your eyes caught the attention of Albert and Louis Moriarty, who extended a helping hand to you without asking for anything else.

↘ At the MI6 hideout William spoke first, not convinced of your presence among them. At first he thought you were the enemy and wanted information about their group, but then when he started asking you about various names and situations that seemed logical to him, your expression didn’t become distrustful or deceitful in the slightest. He realized that this is not your world.

↘ On that day you told everything about yourself and the future that awaits humanity, as well as about their fame in later centuries. You told about the actions of Sherlock Holmes and the Moriarty family, and also that in the 21st century many books, series and films about their lives were created. Of course, Sherlock was thrilled and asked you about everything, and then he got closer to you than anyone in MI6.

↘ For others it was strange that he liked and trusted the other person in this way, and for some it was completely normal – after all, you were a person always smiling and really cute in your actions.

↘ Sherlock quickly fell in love with you and became your partner (not only at work, but also in life).

↘ Over time: days, weeks and months, you forgot about your previous life. You gladly accepted the help of Louis and Miss Moneypenny, who helped you dress up so that you fit perfectly with the other members of MI6, while Sebastian and Fred, with a little help from James Bond, created a new name for you and your new past, so that no one has not developed unfounded suspicions of you.

↘ You also made great contact with Jack, who replaced your father in these difficult times, and with Von Herder, who became your closest friend. You two got along great, and although he did weird things sometimes and had a dangerous passion for firearms, you really had a good time and loved playing cards and reading books in your spare time, and teasing William or Albert who always shook their heads when they saw the two of you.

↘ Zack acted like your second father, although he was definitely shyer than the others, while Henry and Sherlock’s male sibling were like big brothers to you. The latter felt great respect for you, the more that you straightened his real, younger brother a bit, and at the same time made him much more serious and became a good helper of the Moriarty brothers.

↘ Your manual skills have been very useful to MI6; even if at first the middle brother just wanted to use you to help him with his own plans, over time he really liked you and realized that even though you feared for your current life, you worked hard to help them and be their real friend.

↘ You continued to create your inventions as a hobby, and your list of later achievements included the creation of the first light switch and lamp, and even the first screen with the ability to save data on it. For your entire group, you created the first makeshift telephone with the ability to receive short calls, and when you had a little more time than normal, you created more inventions that benefited not only MI6, but all of England, and then the world.

↘ You wrote it all down in a notebook, which after many years found its way to the right people, and they published it, making MI6 famous all over the world, starring you, and your romance with Sherlock Holmes became one of the best-loved romance novels of those years.

↘ Such was your new life, and your relationship with people from the officially nonexistent sixth branch of the British Military Intelligence.

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Omgg I am obsessed with your recent mtp Yandere William posts. I am a sucker for Yandere William but for his darling to be a Yandere for him also?? That’s just chefs kiss. I love how he acts obviously to his darling’s pinning! I can see him testing his darling and putting them through an emotional rollercoaster whenever he “mistakes” their gestures as innocent and friendly or getting close with other women. Like darling is contemplating whether they should march over to him talking to the women flirting with him and grab him by his tie and pull him away or stay put but glare daggers at him and the woman.

He'd act so coy, the perfect gentleman. Why, he is only making small talk with the ladies who came up to him, it would be rude to turn them away! Social protocol is unfortunately something to consider here and as a gentleman from a noble house, William can't turn down the women most of the time, particularly if they catch him off guard.

The faces you make are like a drug to him. William is a man who can read you like an open book, there's absolutely nothing you can hide from him. Even as you do your best to stay hidden in the shadows he can still make out the bitter frown on your face and if looks could kill, every single woman that surrounded him would already be deep in the ground, serial killer style.

You have no idea that William feels exactly the same when it comes to you too.

Men are slimy dogs who will do practically anything to get their hands on a woman.

In a way, he's no better.

Whenever he thinks that some fool has a chance with you, William makes his move. Bloodshed is not ideal but it is not completely off the table either, more so if the gentleman in question thinks that he can just have you as he damn pleases.

William always has to hold himself back from scoffing and pinching the bridge between his nose whenever he's talking to these morons. To think, that these men could come close to your level is preposterous. They do not even bother to see the absolute radiance you possess, if he could William would kiss the ground you walk on. He wants to worship you, give you his entire heart, body and soul, it's all you deserve and so much more.

He's more than happy to see that you feel the same way. All he needs to do is bide himself just a little bit more time and he can go in for the kill.

You will be his. There were no doubts about that.

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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.”

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