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ananiel · 4 days

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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

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ananiel · 2 months

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When he first entered your house he was... Let's call it amazed.

Rumour had it that there was a new witch around that opened a sjop for herself, one where she made potions that everyone could buy, even muggles, as the wizardy kind called them.

He entered one day out of need and he saw You, so beautifull as you strolled around the shalefs of your shop, laughing as the paintings moved. He feel in love with the witch he deemed a hazard just moments ago, and he just couldn't stop staring at You

For him, You were... Everything in that moment... Everything... Everything he wished for and he Will certanly get no matter what it takes

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I Will start a new series about a witch!reader and the mtp cast where i Will wirte ideas, headcanons, oneshots and cracks about a witch reader au following this script or any other script about the wizarding world

Stay tuned for some more yandere stories that i hope You enjoy and feel Free to look under my profil to see if You find any other au that You may like

Have a great day/ night

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ananiel · 3 months

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It's beautiful when sun falls in love with the moon, or when peace falls in love with war.

But is it all love is about? Is it love only when the opposites attract?

What if instead of peace, chaos falls in love with war? What if chaos loves war for what he is and not for what he could be?

War wasn't known for being someone that enjoyed blood that enjoyed to kill. Not at all.

War was like a leech, he stuck to people he viewed weak enough to fall for his sweet words that hide malice.

He Will manipulate them in into being mindless puppets that won't even realized they were played untill it is too late. His true name, war, was hidden, and instead people called him, peace, hope

Chaos was a beautifull woman that seemingly has eyes and ears everywhere. She knew that he was War and not peace. She knew his true nature, and even had proof. No one knows how she got it but alas, she did.

Chaos didn't hide her title, didn't try to hide her malice and didn't put a fake smile so that people would call her harmony

She walked proundly, her clothes made of lies and anguish followed behind her

Chaos only wanted to play with him, to use him, but War wanted the same

They started as a game, as a want to use eachother

But at the end of the night when they hold eachother at night, no words spoken between them, both knowing that their relationship was more then what they meant for it to be. And that's why Chaos pulls away from War, pulls away from what they could posibily have togheter

Chaos saw this as a weakness and was disgusted by it. War felt what most fight for, and grew obsessed with this feeling

After all, there is chaos without war, but there isn't war without chaos.

Chaos can live without him, but he can't leave without her.

He went insane trying to look for her, and when he did find her...

... Years went by and slowly, people forgot about the existance of a Chaos, as she was hidden in between his hold, unable to escape

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ananiel · 4 months

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The God era has fallen a long time ago. Many names were lost in time, along with their greatness and wealth.

The only ones that remained were the ones that could be associated with historical things and other religions.

You knew them all, or at least, most of them. After all , You mother herself was one of those that were forgotten, and let's not talk about your father, who everyone knows but forgets about at the same time.

Your mother was the goddess of nightmares, your father the one and only god of reality

Now, the titles were revoked from your parents a long while ago, which means that You aren't a Goddess anymore, but You could be considered one of the most powerful witches. Your powers are based on those of Your parents, which means You could transform horrible nightmare like creatures to reality. Monsters under the bed, big spiders, people from the past with a more deranged personality, You name it.

Of course, in the witch world, You are very respected for your abilities (feared as well) but to the people that don't have powers think You are a crazy woman with a rather sinister look and a raven that hisses at people (sometimes with a cat that caws too) even if You were of a rather young age

One day You were reading alongside your pet a fantasy book at the local library when he observed You from a distance

“that's not how magic works” You mumble and the crow nods

“oh, and how are you so sure?” he asks as he sits down next to you

You don't respond to that, which he finds interesting to say the least

He quickly grew interested and when he wanted to ask around about You, he soundly faced a problem he didn't think would occur : everyone described You differently.

Now he clearly was interested in finding out everything he can about You, after all, if You were just what he expected, he could use your powers to make his plans so much easier

But no, You were too smart for that. No matter how much he tries, he can’t make You do what he wants, You never fall for his words. And truth be told, he found that at the end of the night when he replayed all of your conversations in his head, he was being played by You

And gods above, how he started to like it, like it so much that the next time he saw You, he brought a little present with him, one taht he knew You have never seen before:

The limbs of the suitors You had. And to your horror, he threw them around the house, your house, in all the places your creatures were hidding, even giving one to your crow that was actually one of your most trusted nightmares hidden behind a harmless form

You didn't know how he figured it out, but looking into his eyes, seeing that crazed looked made You sure of something : he was the nightmare that became reality for you

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ananiel · 4 months

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Oh You, the smiley Fox that his world seem to revolve around.

You were... He doesn't know. He doesn't know what status You have, what family You might come from or what that smile filled with malice means, or how the rumours about You started, no one does, and it seems like no one ever Will.

The only thing known about You, is the fact that You have powers. Powers that could help him, powers that could make everything so much more easier for him.

So he asked around, stalked and threatened others for Informations, and finally, he got the chance to see You and speak to You

The first Time he had the oportuny to be in your presence, it was like a lump formed in his throat. He has heard about that fox like grin of yours, a grin that keeps people awake at night.

But that stare, that stare that completly shut him up. He could stay ages under your stare and he wouldn't get bored, wouldn't even think of something else at all, just You

You were beautiful, a true gem for him. He snapped out of the first shock, at least a little, and he started asking question. Of course, your answears were like riddels, not even the "yes/no" answears were simple, You had to spice them up, to make them harder for him to understand You. He repeats them in the dead of the night like a prayer, as if he'd have a chance in ever revealing your true nature. As if you'll be his once he does reveal te truth behind your words.

Never did a woman keep him up at night like You did. Hell, he wasn't even aware this could happen before meeting You.

IT was but when he did his nightly routine when he saw something. You marked him with your magic, and your initials were ingraved into his colarbone with a neatly handwritting. His fingers ran over that place over and over. In his delusional mind, he saw this as a sign that You wanted him too, as much as he wanted You.

He grew obsessed with that ideea, of the ideea that You were just as crazy about him as he was about You.

His obsession grew because of it, but if he only knew the truth. The truth that it was actually a Mark You put on him to warn other witches of his intentions. After all, before his intention to love you, the first one was to use your powers and nothing else

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ananiel · 4 months

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So we talked about many difrent au's, did we not? But You know one that can't posibily fail us? One where You are like Howl from Howls moving castle.

Howl is a wizard known for his famous spells, strong magic, wit and for being well known in the ladies world

So what if You had his personality and overall magical qualities

A Christmas special

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You were driving him mad with your personality that let's out so much but nothing at the same time.

He hated You so much he loved You. So much he grew obsessed with your very own being.

You were difrent, a witch of some sorts that made him so angry.

You were so arogant and pridefull, so ready to just flick your wrist and float away from him.

Clearly You knew he didn't have the very best intensions, but You never voiced it. It didn't seem like You treated him difrent from the others either. He could've sworn that You didn't know anything, but when a younger fan decided to come out to You, he saw the protective hand You put over the child when he came on sight.

You knew, You knew more about him then he could even comprehand You did, You could be a threat to his plans. In his eyes, You were an impure being that played with things God has forbiden humans from ever doing

He even went to confront You in that weird abomination You called Your castle. You let him in while working on God knows what and he got a look around... It doesn't seem that bad...

When he tried to argue, You gave back witty responses which annoyed him teribly but what caught his attention was an answear You gave about leaving soon to continue your search for someone You met in the past.

He was fuming, he put on a happy act that You didn't buy, but didn't care enough to question him either.

There's no way in hell he would ever let You leave him for another, no way in hell.

So he come up with a plan, he helped You find that person but in return You craft a ring that can block all magic for him.

Now, theoretically he did help You find them, but before You could run to them, he shot them, straight to the heart, the perfect shot.

You feel to your knees in anguish as You knew You couldn't do anything. He was phisically stronger and magic couldn't help You if he wore that ring.

The maniac crounched down next to You and took your hand in his while shussing your cries. He pulled out a ring that looked the same as the magic ring You crafted and put it on your finger before kissing your hand with a deranged smile

"You see my love? How pathetic they were? How foolish of You to try and find them when i am all You need, right in front of You"

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ananiel · 4 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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ananiel · 5 months

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What if You were the snake in the grass of their world?

Talking about this "snake in the grass" saying. It's the fact that usually, all the snakes You find on fields aren't poisonous and usually harmless, more afraid of You then You are of them. But there is a very poisonous species of snakes that hides around fields and is said to have a poison strong enough to kill an adult in less then 30 seconds after the bite

So think of it, a snake in general brings fright to people because hey, it looks weird and scary. People usually don't care if it is poisonous or not. They just run away and don't look back, saying that it is better to be safe then sorry

So thinking of it. What if You come from a misterious family. One that is known for being linked to many murders and / or felonies as a whole.

Yet, your family had always an excuse or turned out to have an aliby that held them out of this acusations. Even if they had witnesses to prove that they were part of it, they never got caught

So that's when You come along. A young individual, one that doesn't seem to have bite in them at all. A quiet and shy person or a loud but inocent one.

They see You and think of You being weak, harmless, but knowing the rumours that your family is surounded with, they are still very carefull around You

Even if the cruelty doesn't run on the surface like the rest of your family, You are still very misterious yourself

Not many know anything about You, somehow, no matter to who you speak, they become more clueless then they were before after they spoke to You.

But what if there are more layers to your personality, what if You wait until they are close of You and then You attack? What if You act weak just to get their guard down for You to strike better?

What if the cruel and calculated individual is the real You. What if the real You is ready to kill and hurt anyone to get their way?

What if You are the true villain of the story they are in ? What if You truly are the snake behind it all?

And what if they get addicted to your poison? What if they get addicted to the sharp toungue of yours? What if they are ready to die to have You in their arms?

Imagine the irony, they watched as many fawned over them, not knowing their true intensions, only for them to fawn over You, but them knowing who you truly are and what You do

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ananiel · 5 months

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This is another fic related to the preavious feel Free to read them first before reading this for better understanding the concept(i Will also sumerize the lore relevent to this fic so that it's not necesary to read the first ones)

So Yes, You are what can be called a chosen one from an entity and You took the powers of others so that they aren't hurt by them by using your time powers to erase their memories of ever having that ability.

So what if every person has a way of hiding their powers from others like an objects that resemblences their Power. Time Will be a victorian watch You will have around your neck while maybe fire will have matches and things like that

The thing about this so called objects is that they can't be destroyed and You still can use your powers if the objects isn't near You, but once You use them the objects Will dissapear for as long as You use your powers, then it returns when You finish your actions

But as spoken before, the more use them, the powerfull You get, and maybe You get the ability to erase memories from "normal ones" too

So talking about the yanderes. They trap You and they can't take your powers away. So as a need to escape, You strat working on using them and training them better until You can erase their memories of You

So You erase your existance from their mind and run away thinking You are safe now. You met someone else, fell in love and forgot about your past "lover" thinking that You are safe and that they don't remember You

Imagine waking up one day and You feel empty, like something is missing and You instantly try to touch You watch, only for it to be gone. You wake up flabbergasted and look around in a hurry, trying to find it

Slowly, your lover walks in , caring the clock, now, your lover doesn't know about your powers or that the clock is only a way to hide them

You get up and start walking to him, but he takes a step back, holding the clock away from you

"give it back" You say in a desperate voice

"no" he simply says and puts it in his pocket. He then grabs your hand and moves You closer to him

"You don't understand, i need it-" he cuts You off by putting a hand over your mouth

"No" he says again

But it wasn't his voice, and it wasn't a difrent tone, it was difrent from the voice You knew your lover had, it didn't belong to him. It belonged to someone else, someone You hoped that would remain in your past

He seems to read your toughts looking at your eyes

"You know love, just because You erased my memories, it doesn't mean i can't get them back"

You try to brake away from his grasp but he holds You tigheter to him

"Don't You understand? You're mine" they say and then break your clock to pieces

He watches as it rebuilds itself around your neck and then he pulls You by it

"What did You do to my lover?!" You scream, voice shaky

He plays with the clock and then looks at You with a mocking look

"i forgot"

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ananiel · 5 months

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Tw : slight Gore, dark content, read at your own risk

Now thinking about my last post. Let's talk a little about this version of You. (for context and better understanding the fic i suggest reading the first part, of course, it's optional, feel Free to do as You wish as i put some Main explinations on this fic as well)

Now, clearly someone that lost all of their close one (and not on accident but because of the need to protect them) would be rather skitish. You hold the biggest secret of humanity, the secret that hey, You are the mastermind behind it all and You took powers from everyone (made them unable to use them by making them forget they exist), You just lost your best friend because of the need to protect them. You would clearly be stand offish, maybe even skitish like a cat . I mean, who wouldn't knowing that there isn't a way for them to lower their powers and if they did lower them, everyone would get the powers that were killing them back. So Yes, i amagine this version of You to be more quiet, or maybe not quiet, but to prefer to be alone, to mourn in silence the lost of their kind, knowing they are at fault for it

So that's when the yandere's come, and there are 3 posibilities of how it would go

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IT starts as a curiosity, a need to see if You are a worthy or not. They watch over You like a hawk and they can't help but feel something in their chest as they look at You. At how You continue to live your life as if nothing happened and how everyone seems to ignore the way your eyes gloss from time to time or how your lower lip quivers when You see something reminding You of your old friend or about what You did to them

Maybe they felt pity for You, maybe they were trying to understand You more, maybe they were happy that a being like You was alone. Alone and easy to captureze. They can't remember when this curiosity turned into obssesion

IT became a habit, to talk You, to know about your daily life as if it was theirs. It was entertaining for them. It was refreshing for them to watch over You, over your grief of a lost life, and they were content living like this, at least for now.

Sooner or later things of yours Will start to dissapear or be moved around your house and You would find flowers and love letters written in blood. Letters explaining their adoration and how jealous they are of the friend that pleagues your mind and heart, saying that it isn't fair for them to sicken your state when they were supposed to do it, to be the reason You can't sleep at night

This letters Will grow crazier and crazier, until one day You see them in your living room, your friend's mangled body next to them as they dedicate this piece of art in your name

The stalker : gin akutagawa, NIKOLAI, Tanizaki, kenji, John Watson, Fred porlock, Irene adler, zack patterson, ARTHUR RIMBAUD, Billy the kid, von harder, tachihara, Odasaku, ranpo, atsushi, Kunikida

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You were interesting in their eyes. A rare jewel only for them to see. Only for them to play with. Imagine the Power they would hold if You were their partner. Oh, they could change the world. That's what they wanted at first, to use your talent, to use You as a whole. Of course, for that they needed to get close to You, and that's what they did. First they entered in your life as an acquintance. You tought meeting them was random, something only fate could've pulled the strings to happen.

You were so cute in their eyes. So hurt and vulnerable after realising You had no one left. They of course noticed the way your voice would quiver or how You would refuse contact with anyone. You were simply adorable. And they needed to know more about You. EVERYTHING about You and your way of thinking bacause You showed them You weren't dumb, You showed them that You didn't fall easily into their open net as they expected. They loved it. They forgot about their plan to use You very fast and instead just wanted your love, wanted You to sorrow over them like You did after your friend

They become intoxicated with the tought of having You lean on them after they found out every small detail that You couldn't hide about your existente, yet they wanted more, needed more.

They Will manipulate You with their sweet words, get You to tell your story and they Will listen with such interest as if they Will engrave every word You just uttered into their skin. They needed to know everything, as if it hurt them not to. They would replay everything You told them, over and over, until it was impragnated in their very own soul

Of course, You are somehow human, You need conections with the outside so they use that fact to trap You. To pull you in their obsessive hold where You won't ever escape

The manipulators : jouno, Dazai osamu, shibusawa, Fyodor, Mori Ougai, Ango, William james moriarty, Albert james moriarty, Charles Augustus milverton, James bond, fukuzawa (?), Bram

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One word : devotion

That's what You can read when You look into their eyes.

They related to You, to how lonely You felt, they hated seeing You mourn for someone else. They hated the fact that they didn't know much about You and how skitish You were. You were an entity, a God, in their eyes. The reason they were put on this earth was to be in your presence.

They are like animals. Wild and dangerous ones that will claw out the eyes of everyone that comes to closer to You, they are ready to bite and break, to hurt and destroy anything to get their goal. To get to You.

No one is safe. They are the worst ones to have in your giving time. Not only would they torture your friend and any other being that You ever took the powers out of, but they Will do it and proundly procleim that now you're only theirs, that your heart only belongs to them . It's most likely that while they kill and dispose the bodies of "normal ones" the ones that are like You will be trophies, your friend the most precious one.

They'll lick at every wound You ever had that is healed or freshly made, they Will drink your blood as if it gives them Power to live. In your name, they do anything.

The devoted : LOUIS JAMES MORIARTY , Billy the kid, sherlock holmes, PAUL VERLAINE, Edgar allen poe (?), Nikolai, Ryonosuke akutagawa, Sebastian Moran, CHUUYA

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ananiel · 5 months

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Imagine being one of the few people that are the descendents of a powerfull entity, one of the few people there are .

Everyone being given two powers each, and if they get to control them both very well they get a hidden third Power that suprasses the mind of the weak.

But... Something goes wrong, and the third Power actually kills the user and the people near them like, making your kind hated by everyone that hasn't powers, and even having people hate their own kind

Imagine having the Power of Time and your best friend being Destruction.

Imagine having to watch your friend slowly suffer in silence and see how they slowly perish because of the desiase their Power is

Imagine having a small talk with them, where You voice your concern and beg them to listen to You and to get them to stop with their act but they refuse, saying that it's their fate to end like this

Imagine realising that everyone thinks the same, everyone from your kind Will perish slowly, wolill perish like the "normal ones" dream and hope. But what can You do? What is there to do for The protection of your kind?

The entities have long have been forgotten, them and their powers. Also the rumour of people ever having this much Power that only this false entities have. Yes, there are still some gifted people, but their powers can barely do demage like it was rumoured they did a long while ago. They are almost useless and unwanted, Yes, some are still powerfull, but that's a rare ocasion.

Imagine living in harmony among the "normal ones" and one day, your old friend comes to visit You, and You sit at the place You used to when You were small

"i know what You did" they say plainly, almost bored

You look at them confused

"don't play dumb with me, I REMEMBER" they say, putting accent on the last two words

You freze

"You made everyone forget how to use their powers, and lowered the knowledge to a minimum, so that they don't get hurt. You changed them... You changed me" they continue

You look at the ground

"it was for The best" You simply say, avoiding eye contact

Your friend gets up, looking at the scenary

"i wished i never met You" they say

"i know" You reply

"Because if i didn't know You, i wouldn't feel so betrayed right now. So-so deprieved of my right"

"it was killing you-" You get up after them, trying to grab their hand

"IT WAS MY RIGHT TO DIE HOW I WANTED" They argue, pushing You away

They walk away with disgust on their gaze but slowly, they become serene, like *they forgot what has happened*.

You watch as they go on about their day and life, and You must go back to yours, forgetting about them like they did about You.

Imagine... Someone, that May have not been part of the special ones, witnessing from the shadows this exchange. And now they have a goal, to solve the mistery that is in fact You

And what if... They get obsessed the more they find out, what if they get obsessed with You because of what they find

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ananiel · 5 months

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Imagine having a clock, one that looks from the 1800, a pocket watch if You may. It never tells You the right time, and the time changes itself very often, no matter if You tried to make it show the right time or not.

The watch is an object of the omen of death itself, one of the 4 horseman. It tells whenever someone's time is up, the clock striking 12:00 when the time of the person is up. You don't know how or where they die, but You know when they die. Maybe after a while You can check with people You love and see their time and try to save them from iminent death, maybe You chose to hide the watch as deep in the woods as You can, only to find out that it appeared right next to You the moment You were sure it was gone. A mockery of the gods put over You i suppose would be a fitted name for it.

So Will You my dear, grow into insanity trying to get rid of the watch, or Will You accept it and use the granted Power to your advantage?

#fantasy #Power idea #Oc #writing #writing promt #X reader #Au #imagine scenarios

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ananiel · 7 months

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* the camera moves to show Circus! Reader performing on stage*

*doing aerial jumps on a tiny pile, getting spun in the air by other acrobats, staying in the middle as many wild animals run around her and avoiding a knife thrown at her while the crew members that don't take part in the play guide evil nobles to they're deaths*

*the camera moves again to show William that was supposed to help kill the nobles but ended up looking at his wife performing and praing that nothing happens to her*

*the camera moving to Louis also sitting next to William, neither one of them ever watched a circus before, both looking flabbergasted because circus! Reader is his only friend*

Louis covering his eyes when a knife almost hits reader : i can't look. (ends up looking Anyway)

William : HOLLY shit people find this fun?! My wife almost got stabed!

#circus! au #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #Mtp #mtp x you #louis james moriarty #incorrect quotes

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ananiel · 7 months

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William coming from America : What have You been doing, Louis?

Louis sipping tea : Circus!Reader

William : what?

Louis : what?

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #louis james moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #Mtp #mtp x you #circus! au

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ananiel · 8 months

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His cruel angel

Moriarty the patriot x reader

Tw :hurt/comfort, death, slight Gore a little bit of toxic relationship but happy end

William james moriarty x reader

Sorry for bad english.

The manor was quiet. Moran and Bond weren't arguring, Louis was doing his chores. Everyone seemed busy.

William being the busies. He looked at the clock a few Times and noted that his wife, Reader, hadn't visited him in a few hours. If he remembers so corectly, he hadn't seen her since he woke up. William usually, if he sleep that is, wakes up before reader does.

He knew that her mother, who was traveling the world as a circus ring master with only her little brother, since reader remained in London with William, should've sent a letter today.

Reader was surely waiting for it to appear.

Yes, that was it.

She will come at any moment now.

She was just waiting for a letter, after all, he loved her and she loved him, neither one of them could leave the other behind!

An hour passes and Reader enters quietly in the manor, holding a letter close to her chest. "Ah, my love, You are finally here!" William exclaims and goes to reader. He can sense something is wrong but doesn't want to be direct about it.

"William please sit down." Reader says firmly. Her voice was shallow. Clearly something happend. William does as told, waiting impatiently for her to speak again.

"My mother died" she says quietly. Her eyes Red while looking at him. Before William could say anything she ads :

"i was sent a letter from her manager and i would like to take her place as ring master at the circus-"

"no." William cuts her off.

Reader looks surprised.

"but-"

"no. I won't let You leave me. Your mother's circus was a moving one. If You take over it You will have to move from place to place. I don't want You to leave me."

"But William-"

Louis and Moran enter, looking at the both of them. William pulls her close and whispers into her ear.

"You are not an acrobat, or ring master or what not. You are lady Moriarty. My wife. We will go to complete the mission planed today and forget this conversation ever happend. Clear?"

Reader frowns slightly but nods her head and follows the others to the mansion where they would kill a noble family that does ilegal traficking of children and women.

Yet, reader was clearly not paying attention. She was clearly still thinking about her mother. William should've known better than to bring her in such a place.

She got shot.

William didn't see where. The building was on fire and the nobleman was aiming for him, but instead, the bullet hit reader. She fell to the ground. William rushed to get to her but Moran grabed and draged him outside. The building colapsed and William fell to his knees, screaming and crying. Louis knelt down to comfort his brother but William was simply unconsolable. He was holding his ring. The one that should've shown others that he had his love. That he found the missing piece of his life. Now he lost it all.

It's been 11 months since the incident. William wasn't the same. They couldn't find her body. Didn't have enough time to look for it as the police showed up. Reader had a gravestone put on her name, but no corpse there. William often visited her grave. Sometimes he brings flowers, other times deserts that she used to love. He would sit hours at a time. Whising that she was there, or that at least, God would have mercy on his soul and kill him too. He was already dead inside, was his reasoning for the sinful wish of death. Without his love. Without his angel. The world returned to it's dark place that doesn't let him have a happy ending.

He read all the letters that she ever gotten and the ones she never sent. He didn't eat, didn't sleep. He was a broken man. One that had no motivation left. His brothers were worried but what could they do? The last Time Louis tried to talk to William, he started sobbing.

The last Time William and Reader ever talked was an argument. She died not knowing how much he truly loved her. She died because of him. He was truly a monster. One that killed the only light in his life that could change that fact.

He read the letter from Reader's mother hundreds of Times, and out of spite looked for The circus that her mother had. The reason why they had an argument, why she was so distracted in the mision... The reason why she...

William couldn't finish that line, even in his head. Even thinking about it, twist his insides and yet she is all that he can think about.

To his surprise, the circus was still going. Making even more money then it ever did. Maybe her little brother was running it now. He took the train to where the circus was located at the moment. Her brother had the right to know that she wasn't alive anymore.

When he got to the gate he felt a chill run down his spine. This is where he met reader the first Time. She was an acrobat for her mother's circus. When they made eye contact for the first time he knew that she was the one.

"My ladies and my gentelmans!"

Wait.

He knew that voice. He knew that voice so well.

The voice he hadn't heard in 11 months.

His angel. That was his angel. He knew it for sure.

He ran inside while the others were leaving. Clearly the performance was over and many nobles gave him weird looks for entering now, but did he care? Not at all.

His breath hitched and his heart started beating again after 11 sorowfull months. There was his beautiful wife in the middle.

Wearing a Red costume and a magician hat. She was the ring master of the show.

She turned to face him and let out a gasp when seeing him but regained her compusture fast.

William slowly made her way to her.

"yes, i know what You will say" Reader started talking.

"how could i do something like this"

Reader took a few steps back and William took a few foward. William was silently the hole time

"how could i leave everything behind, how could i leave You behind."

Redear was almost backed down into a wall

"why do You have to be so stoick, William!"

Reader was completly backed down against the wall.

"shout, scream, say something!" she screams.

William takes her cheeck in his hand and caresses it softly. Tears start falling from her eyes.

"You're as beautiful as the day i lost You" William finally whispers and Kisses reader.

It was the best kiss they have ever shared togheter.

William finally felt alive after all this time. His angel. How could his angel leave him to mourn like this? She truly was a cruel woman.

And he was a monster.

He was a monster, and her, his cruel angel

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ananiel · 8 months

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Moriarty the patriot x circus! Reader au

Sorry for bad english. It is not my first languace

So for now this is only the idea.

But i haven't seen anyone to this so i might as well try

Au explained :

Reader comes from a family of working class. (i always see the reader being from a noble family and i tought to myself why not)

Of course, as a working class the nobles treat her family very poorly which Angers her.

Reader had seen all her life nobles being assholes and almost got killed herself by one of them.

She was left with burn marks on her hands. (she's always wearing gloves)

So this makes her bitter.

She wants to end this

To make things right

The oportunity comes when her grandma dies and leaves a chunck of land with an abandoned circus on it to the family

Now reader has got her chance.

She begs her parents to take it and works multiple Jobs to earn enough to restore it.

Along this Jobs she will meet the Moriarty the patriot cast.

Some would be intristed because "hey i think i saw You at the bakery down the street!"

So as time goes by, not only does reader earn enough money to rebuild the circus, she also finds people that went through similar things and they decide to help her.

And like that the circus of the fools is born.

Reader of course would be the ring master. The mastermind behind it all.

And the circus will let nobles in to watch.

The thing is, not all that went to watch return home. After all she uses difrent tricks to kill the nobles but make it look like she just performed a trick.

No one would suspect some Young adults that try to make a living, would they?

The perfect crime

In this Au i Will do stories and one shots. Even some crack posts that will have difrent timelines of the au. Some Will be before the circus was made meanwhile others Will be after it was made and some when the circus it's at it's best posible form.

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ananiel · 8 months

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Moriarty the patriot x reader

Sorry for bad english

Spoiler warning!!

Femele reader, Louis james moriarty x reader

Imagine if reader was part of the plan. Maybe she comes from another country and is a really good strategist or better : an alchemist. As we saw in the manga Louis isn't going in all the missions and sometimes remains at the mansion. And reader being an alchemist/strategist would mean that she doesn't either.

Maybe the first Time they stay togheter they barely spoke to one another. Reader doing whatever plans/experiments William requested and Louis just cleaning or making something for when his brothers return.

So they slowly warm up to one another and develop a friendship. Louis would bring some tea and maybe some cookies and they will talk about anything that comes to mind or they will just sit in silence and Louis would watch Reader working.

Now Louis will slowly gain feelings and reader as well or maybe she already had them, but i don't think that Louis would say anything until the 3 years when Sherlock and William share they're lovers honeymoon in America.

I think that bacause we all know that Louis had a hard time accepting that William is dead. Louis loved his brother more than he loved himself. So imagine if Louis would be crying one night and reader hears his sobs and goes to his room to comfort him.

I imagine it like that sad audio where Louis would be crying into Readers shoulder and she will quietly whisper "it's okay" while having tears in her eyes herself but staying strong for Louis.

I think that only then would Louis accept his feelings and start courting reader. Knowing that they were friends before i think that they'll get married before William comes back.

I see Louis as such a good lover and i think he would hold reader in his sleep, hugging them and almost begging them not to leave him because he doesn't know what he would do if he loses another person dear to him.

Now after the time skip. Louis is happy that his brother is back and when William asks him how he has been he just shows his ring like "You remember the cute alchemist that made You that poison that could kill 10 grown men with only one mililiter? / strategist that made such a sick plan of tricking nobles by kidnapping they're lovers and telling them to go to a certain place where they would find they're lovers mutilated body and then be killed as well while we take care of all the slaves or humans that he tortured? Yea, i put a ring on her as fast as i could"

Now it would be even funnier if Sherlock and reader are friends or just have a good relationship in general because everyone knows how much Louis hates sherlock. So just think of Louis glaring at sherlock while reader looks away but when she turns to face Louis he just smiles and side eyes sherlock into being quiet.

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