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recreation of my william with glasses post

idk why this app is decreasing the quality ☠️

#the things I would do to this man #THE GLASSES STAY AWN #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #moriarty the patriot fanart #william james moriarty fanart #mtp fanart

[moriartyluver]

HIIII LOL HRU

soo i was watching insta reels 😭 and saw one of those vids of a woman taking out her many layers of really vintage clothing

this one specifically: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C6JQsFkij1x/?igsh=cHQzMTMweWljc2N4

AND THEN i remembered false lovers bc im sure it would take place around the 1870s which is pretty close to the decade of the vid's clothing.

i know fl was probably wearing another kind of gown in that one chapter (cough cough where they did the deed) but imagining william having to help her take off ALL THOSE LAYERS that night is soooo funny to me. sorry.

-👹

STOP THIS IS SO FUNNY 😭 icl I forgot about the whole layers thing when I was writing that chapter but she probably would have a few because it was autumn/ early winter in England and fl has still not gotten used to the cold after like 8 years of living there lmao.

At some point I think they’d just give up like tfym there’s like 5 layers beneath your dress, and a corset too when they’re trying to smash LOL

#—a’s anons 💄 #—false lovers 💋 #moriarty the patriot #william moriarty x reader

[moriartyluver]

Guys I frew up 🧍

Having a stomach bug + mild emetophobia is NOT fun 😔😔

#—a’s rambles ☕️ #—a’s asks 💌 #—a’s anons 💄

[moriartyluver]

my savior, my grace 🗡 憂国のモリアーティ

william james moriarty x female reader | prologue.

In the late 19th century, during the growth and chaos caused by the Industrial Revolution, England steadily expanded its colonial empire across a quarter of the world. The largest empire in history ruled over the world and was controlled by a class of people that represented less than 3% of the population.

England had always known an absolute hierarchical system, and standing on top were the nobility. In the Great British Empire, absolute class boundaries separated people from one another, with one’s social standing for one’s whole life determined at birth by the rank family one was born into. Each class had restrictions on education and employment, and on whom one could marry, with people choosing partners within their class so as to maintain the existing social order.

By placing different values on peoples’ lives, this system inevitably caused people to discriminate against others on the basis of class.

This was the world that had been pushed upon you from your birth. As the daughter of a mere servant, you were expected to spend your remaining days on this earth as the maid to a noble person someplace or another. Had your mother chosen a different aristocrat to work under, perhaps you would have led on your duties expected by British society.

Instead of working under a noble family as you had expected, you had come to serve another master, not as a servant, but as an accomplice. One named the Lord of Crime, James Moriarty.

hehe thank u for reading this far ! msmg is my first actual fic with actual chapters (EVER) and my first mtp fic,, pls be nice with me :3

previous | next | ao3

#william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #yuumori #ynm william #ynm #—a’s recs ♟ #work of art #so good

[moriartyluver]

hi !! um i'm a really big fan of false lovers and your account in general and ur one of my biggest motivations for starting a ynm blog and i just wanted to say i love your fics so much !!! please have a great day !!!!!!!!!

🎸 anon (if that emoji isn't taken)

Aww ur so cute 😭 I’m so glad I was able to motivate you sweetie and tysm for reading my fics <3 Have a nice day too!!

#—a’s anons 💄 #—a’s asks 💌 #—🎸 anon

[moriartyluver]

How many followers do you have right now and have many do you want to have in future?

Rn I have 519 but honestly idrc how many I have in the future bc I’m so grateful to have what I’ve got 😭 like I think it’s astounding that that many people have any form of interest in me and my writing at all. It’s really an honour.

#—a’s anons 💄 #—a’s asks 💌

[moriartyluver]

I also think Back to the old house by The Smiths is fl's and william's song mainly bc of the "and you never knew how much i really liked you cause i never even told you oh and i meant to, are you still there? have you moved away?" like ahhh😭😭 william kinda messed things up by telling her he didn't love her at all AND ALSO MAKING HER FEEL LIKE AN UNLOVABLE HARLOT ????,@&*#?

And i just know he internally giggled and blushed when he found out she loved him too. But it made him cry so bad too cuz bro rejected her at the same time although he'd love to have her. It would all be perfect otherwise but nah he just had to embrace his inner emo.

-👹

Tbh they’re so The Smiths coded in general (also r u mine Liam loveeees the smiths)

I don’t know if I mentioned this but Liam felt so guilty that he actually wrote a letter for Sherlock to give fl before he ‘died’ to apologise for insulting her but Sherlock’s dumbass went and saved Liam WHILST HE HAD THE LETTER and it never made its way into fls hands

Bro the entire scene, Liam was debating on just taking off with her and when he was insulting her, he couldn’t look her in the eyes because he knew if he saw her crying, he’d actually just abandon his plan altogether 😭 your honour, they are soulmates!!

#—a’s anons 💄 #—false lovers 💋 #—a’s asks 💌 #—👹 anon

[moriartyluver]

SHUT UP. FL STRESSING ABOUT WILLIAM NOT LIKING HER BECAUSE OF HER SKIN COLOUR. SHUT. UP.

Average woc experience though. I could write a whole essay about that and ball my eyes out.

I know william is so down bad for her that it would break his heart if he were to find out she's ever thought of him not liking her skin tone. He's probably just infatuated by it.

-👹

I might just add the “white boy pretending eding to like you as a joke” trope in there to make it more relatable (JOKING I SWEAR)

William is probably so down bad it’s become like a scientific anomaly. Like it is insane how much he loves her + post timeskip Liam literally won’t forgive himself for making fl feel bad about herself. Doesn’t matter how old they get, he still feels bad

Here’s a thought: fl mentioning she hopes her children are lighter skinned and take after William so they get all the good treatment in life that she didn’t get

#—a’s anons 💄 #—false lovers 💋 #—a’s asks 💌 #—👹 anon

[moriartyluver]

The fact that Liam is so obviously neurodivergent... Like yes darling go ahead and hyperfixate on killing nobles for decades. Why not?

#he’s literally me #my bbg <3 #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #ynm #yuumori #mtp william #mtp sherlock #sherlock holmes #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty

[moriartyluver]

right? I'm a woman of color too and find it so annoying that every "self insert" fanfic says stuff like "her pale skin"/"her blonde hair"... like no i ain't got no light colors lmao-

yes i just knew you HAD TO like russian lit!! i love all of the books and writers you mentioned.

oh and the little false lovers sneak peak u gave us... it reminds me of "Your Best American Girl" by Mitski.

"You're the one, you're all I ever wanted, I think I'll regret this." 'cause liams prolly the only man she's ever loved this deeply and yet he rejects her and tries to khs...

Plus fl herself is a woc so i think she's pretty much coded by that song. It hurts. Thank you.

P.S. I'll be using 👹 for you to recognize me because I'll keep sending lil comments if u allow me to!!

-👹

“Her ocean blue orbs 🥺” SHUT UP. Like I asked for a self insert fic, NOT and oc fic. U will never catch me giving actual physical descriptions for my characters, I would rather DIE than give them a certain height, weight, hair colour etc, even if I am short and fairly thin like most stereotypical y/ns. Like other types of girls exist tf??😭

Big mistake can here 🙋‍♀️and I can guarantee that fl is somewhat influenced by ‘your best American girl’ LIKE SHE WAS STRESSING over the idea that William didn’t like her because of her skin colour (which I’ll get into in more flashback chapters), and the fact that she had a little accent when she initially came to the uk meant she felt she wasn’t being taken seriously ☹️

Like Yknow that part that’s like ‘your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me but I do I think I do’ is literally so fl and her mother. They may have a good relationship but it doesn’t change the fact that her mother was trying to make her immune to poison as a kid 💀 (also ur welcome 🥰)

P.s. please do send little asks as much as u like! I love getting anon messages (that aren’t death threats because I don’t ship sherliam 😭). The only other anons I have are 🦢 anon who disappeared off the face of the earth and 🎀 anon who revealed themselves and doesn’t really send asks no more lol

#—a’s anons 💄 #—false lovers 💋 #—are you mine 🎸 #—a’s asks 💌 #—👹 anon

[moriartyluver]

HII! I hope this is not weird but first of all I just wanted to tell you that I love your william fanfics so much! It's insane. No other author has made me feel as many emotions as you have, and I myself am a reader of classical literature (lol i hope that wasn't corny but ykwim) AND YOU'RE AWESOME, REALLY. Like, Are u mine is so relatable and don't even get me started on False Lovers. I hold them both very near to my heart.

ur writing style is unique, you absolutely master angst and i find that to be quite interesting in a wtiter! Do you happen to like russian literature?

Omg this is so sweet I’m literally blushing 😭 I tried to make all my fics as relatable as possible (as someone who has rarely found relatable fics, especially as a woman of colour) Are you mine is partially based on my own experiences apart from the band thing cuz that kinda flopped & False lovers took a little bit of inspo from Bridgerton because I wanted to make that realistic and relatable too lol.

As for my writing style, I’ve taken a lot of inspiration from books I’ve read (such as the secret history, a little life, and more modern classics). I usually read quite sad books too so that really helps lmao 💀 I loooove Russian lit. I actually was close to choosing lit as a college course but I changed my mind last minut. I’m big on Dostoyevsky mainly but Tolstoy is great too. I know Gogol wasn’t Russian but his writing style is similar to that of Dostoyevsky and I really enjoyed his stuff too. I need to get back into reading icl but my attention span sucks (I’m blaming u TikTok 🫵)

Anyways tysm again! I love getting little messages like this, especially when I have writers block

#—a’s anons 💄 #—a’s asks 💌

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XXVI

TIK TOK..TIK TOK..

William looked up towards the clock on his university office wall, putting his pen down. 

'It's about time..' he thought to himself. Standing up from his seat as he opened his door 'I wonder how they're doing.' 

As he walked through the quiet corridors, he noticed a figure passing by at a corner he was a few steps away from turning. Peering past the wall, he noticed the back of a woman, (hair length), (hair colour) hair visible from behind. 

A smile crept onto William's face upon seeing none other that his wife, walking to the same lecture hall he was to enter. A childish idea came to mind. William walked faster, sneaking up on (Name) whilst concealing his footsteps, a trick he had once learnt from none other than Instructor Jack.  He approached her, wrapping an arm around her waist as his chin rested on her shoulder. 

"Ah!" (Name) pushed him away, turning around to see William who had been shoved against the wall, trying to hold back his laughter. "William! You-" 

"Did I frighten you, love?" He asked between chuckles. (Name) furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance. 

"N-No..of course I could tell it was you.." she lied, gaze averted. "But if I was unaware, you could've given me a heart attack...don't do that again." 

"My apologies dearest," William laughed, standing up straight and walking beside (Name) "You're 'completely not frightened' reaction was just too much to resist." 

She shoved his shoulder, somewhat playfully "I'll get you back, I promise." She insisted before asking "Are you going to the exam hall?" 

"Indeed I am," he nodded "I assume you are too." 

"As a mathematics professor, it would only be appropriate." She said as they approached the hall in question. "I looked over the paper whilst I had the chance, you really have no mercy, do you?" 

"I wouldn't expect talks of mercy coming from you," William said, opening the door to the silent lecture hall 

"What is it that your implying?" She raised a brow, her tone much quieter. William simply smiled, bringing her to the front of the hall as the sound of pen to paper sped up, seconds before the end of the exam. 

The sleeping invigilator suddenly awoke in time, standing up as he spoke "Times up." 

"It's over for me.."

"I think I failed as well.."

"Thank you for watching over this exam, Mr Rambo," William thanked. 

"It's no problem," The grey haired man said "I'm retired anyways." 

As a majority of the students flooded out of the exam hall, a small group of boys approached (Name) and William. "Professor Moriarty, Professor (Last Name), there's no way anyone in the maths department could ace that exam!" 

"Especially the last proof..isn't it on that topic you're studying now..?" A black haired boy with spectacles added 

"Even you couldn't solve it?" A freckled boy whispered in surprise. 

"Yeah.." he pushed up his glasses "The last problem was the only one I couldn't wrap my head around." 

"I did tell Professor Moriarty to go easy on you all," (Name) said, giving William an 'I told you so' look. "Still, I'm sure you'll all do fine...and even if you don't, you can use this as a learning opportunity." 

Once all the students had left, William put the papers away in an envelope while (Name) sat on his desk, looking over the mark-scheme with narrowed eyes. Within the quiet hall, footsteps echoed. (Name) turned her attention away, as did William. The figures face was practically invisible with the bright sunlight radiating for the windows, but once he spoke, it was clear who he was. 

"Professors~" He sang, holding his crumpled exam paper "Did I pass your test?"  

"Sherlock?" "Mr Holmes?"

"Yo!" he grinned approaching the couple "Can't believe you two are both teaching in university at your age!" 

"I can't believe this, you really took the exam amongst the other students?" (Name) asked, fighting back a smile while William scanned the detective, much less amused "I'd have thought we'd spot you, but I suppose not." 

"Here!" Sherlock handed her the exam "please mark this for me." 

"Why are you in Durham..?" William asked with a raised brow

"I wanted to see a Moriarty maths lecture at least once," Sherlock explained, hands in pockets. "So I did some looking, and came to the lecture hall, but there was an exam being taken...and I remember a promise for dinner after the train incident, didn't you?" 

William turned around, a smile creeping onto his face "I didn't recall saying we'd go.."

"Don't be mean, William." (Name) gave him a playful nudge. 

"Yeah," The detective parroted "Don't be mean, William. It's the reason I came all the way to Durham in the first place. Theres so much I want to talk about." 

"How interesting." William said, pushing open the door, taking his wife's hand in his. "However I have another lecture scheduled for second period, and I'm sure (Name) is busy too.." 

"..and we were planning to mark these exams during lunch break," (name) added, trying to find some sort of solution. "is it okay if we talk during that time?" She asked the two as they walked through the halls.

"Ah, that's fine with me," Sherlock said, William nodding with him. "Can I sit in for your next lecture?" 

The blond nodded hesitantly "I don't mind, I suppose..(Name) will be there too." He added. "Well then, we're going to drop off the exams and grab the materials for the next lecture." 

Sherlock grinned enthusiastically "Okay!" 

"The lecture was boring, wasn't it..?" William asked Sherlock, who was sat opposite him. 

He laughed in response "Ha! No comment!" 

"You've certainly had better lectures.." (Name) added, a smug smile on her lips "my favourite forever remains that one lecture when one student insisted he could find the end to pi." 

"I could say the same to you," The blond retorted. 

She placed a gloved hand to her chest in faux offence "My lectures have never been boring, they've always as been engaging and arguably entertaining for the students." 

"I beg to differ," William smirked, turning his attention back to the papers in front of him "But I'll let you have the final word for once." 

(Name) rolled her eyes, landing her gaze on Sherlock, who was observing silently "By the way, Sherlock, what brings you all the way to Durham. It is quite the journey from London, we of all people would know."

"You should know by now," He said "It's about the Lord Of Crime." 

"Was there any progress with the case?" William asked. Sometimes (Name) wondered how he could feign innocence so easily, even when Sherlock seemed to be seeing through both of them like glass. 

"Yeah.." Sherlock put a cigarette between his lips, lighting the match. "Actually, I've finally got a clear look at what his profile is like, his accomplice seems slightly more challenging to unpack." 

(Name) felt a little smug at that, although she wondered why William had the moniker of 'The Lord Of Crime' but she was merely his accomplice. 

"What do you mean?" The professor prodded. 

"In the streets, the Lord of Crime is being treated as if he were a criminal. 'It's just the citizens wishes' or 'it's just a rumour'." Sherlock explained "Nobody believes that he actually exists..or that he's actually a criminal at all..But, I have a different theory." 

He continued, exhaling smoke "The Lord of crime definitely exists, and my theory is that the Lord of crime is..a noble criminal!" 

"A noble criminal?" (Name) repeated. Frankly, she just thought Sherlock was being dramatic, rather than feeling threatened by his accusations. 

"There's no doubt about it," He affirmed 

"So, Mr Holmes, You're convinced that the Lord of crime is a noble criminal, but what are you going to do about it?" William asked, writing on one of the exam papers. "If..If the Lord of Crime is a noble criminal on one hand, his work can be considered useful to the general public, and you have the option of overlooking it." 

'Is he really defending the Lord Of Crime right now..? Does he not have any sense?' 

"On the other hand, there is the option of condemning the Lord of Crime for carrying out criminal acts without reason," He argued "Which one is the better option, Mr Holmes?" 

Holmes sighed "Even if those killed by the Lord Of Crime had a reason to be killed, as good as a reason it might be, that doesn't mean that it's okay to kill people, for certain! The logical consequences of that is that it means no matter what his purpose is, he is still guilty. I will catch and condemn him, He will take responsibility for his crimes." 

"Yes, as you should," (Name) had to hold back the urge to pull William away and ask him to stop being so foolish "Guilty people should be held accountable for their actions, whether they're a noble criminal or not."

Sherlock was silent for a moment before leaning back in his seat "Ah..to be completely honest, I was a little lost before I came here..I'm glad I could talk to you two." 

"The feeling is mutual," (Name) smiled 

"Well," Sherlock took another drag of his cigarette "If I can't catch him and uncover this mystery, I don't mind giving up this life at all." 

"Indeed," William agreed "If you're prepared to go that far, I'm sure you'll do just fine." 

BONG BONG BONG BONG 

"That's the warning bell," (Name) noted, placing an exam paper in the pile "Looks like lunch break is almost over." 

Whilst her husband marked the papers in front of him, he paused, rereading the numbers on the parchment. He slid the paper to (Name) for confirmation "was there such a way to solve this problem..?" He asked as she looked at the answer too 

"The mark scheme seems to be slightly different but the answer is correct." She pointed out, looking back and forth between papers, sitting through her own pile to look for a similar answer. "It's not like they somehow managed to cheat.." 

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, confused as to what they were talking about. "You both froze up for a second." 

"It seems something unusual has occurred." William explained 

"What is it?" Sherlock inquired 

"Well.." William started "An examinee with a perfect score of 100 seems to have appeared." 

"What..?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow "but some people get perfect scores on exams all the time." 

(Name) shook her head "the odds of that are very low, especially for this particular paper. Most of the mathematics students couldn't even get half the marks on this particular question, it was that difficult, therefore it was more of a matter of figuring out how to approach the problem." 

"This examinee has proven that, haven't they?" The blond professor added 

"Well who was it?" Sherlock asked 

"You see," William said, putting down the paper "They forgot to put their name on the exam. Neither of us have seen this handwriting before, either." 

"It seems we have another suspicious individual." (Name) peered closer at the exam paper, analysing every detail. 

"A mysterious student who got a near impossible perfect score..! How interesting!" Sherlock exclaimed with a grin 

"By the way, Mr Holmes," William held up a paper, covered in crosses "You got zero points." 

Sherlock was silent, likely embarrassed whilst (Name) stifled a chuckle. 

"Anyways, both (Name) and I have lectures this afternoon. Would you please fin the owner of the exam paper if you have time?" William asked, standing up and taking his wife's hand in his whilst his other hand carried the exam papers they were marking. 

"Only because you asked, Liam." Sherlock smiled "Consider it repayments for helping me earlier." 

"I see you've found him," (Name) observed as Sherlock brought a young boy before them. She recognised him as the boy from Durham printing..Bill, that was his name. 

"Finding him was easy." Sherlock stated, arms folded as he leaned against a bookshelf. "The question now is why Bill, someone who isn't a student at university, took the exam."

"S-Sorry.." Bill stuttered, bowing his head in shame.

"Bill, your solution was very elegant," William complimented "Are you self taught?"

“Yes,” Bill removed his hat, holding it to his chest as he averted his gaze with flushed cheeks “I studied by reading your books and papers…in the library without permission between deliveries. In particular, your paper on the binomial theorem was very interesting…I read it over and over again because of its dynamic solution. So..um..I’m sorry..” 

He continued to look away, expecting the worst whilst everyone remained silent, until William eventually spoke up. “I’m surprised..” 

“It’s clear that bill has a talent for Maths.” Sherlock chimes in “It doesn’t matter what anyone else says, if you have talent, you’ve got to make the most of it.” He turned to William and (Name). “Does this university have a transfer system?”

Bill turned to the detective in surprise “..wa—wait a minute..!” 

“Is everything alright, Bill?” (Name) asked as he stared at his feet, clearly nervous. 

“I-it’s fine..you don’t have to..really..” He said, his voice shaky. “I apologise for the exam, and for my behaviour, so please leave me alone..! I-I’m not a child of a noble or the gentry like the students here..I’m just a normal working class person! I know my future..the printer’s son has no choice but to take over the printer’s shop…Even if I wanted to learn mathematics..it doesn’t matter what I want..it’s never going to happen! It’s already been decided.” 

Despite obvious differences, (Name) couldn’t help but feel empathy towards the boy. His now verbal stream of consciousness was undeniably familiar to her. No amount of determination could take away the feeling of not belonging, regardless of how people act towards you. In a society ruled by one class of the elite, what we want does not matter when placed against the traditional way of things. 

And yet, here (Name) was, against all the odds. 

“Nothing is written in stone,” She reassured  in a hushed tone, speaking up as she continued “you mustn’t deny what you so desperately desire. Those beliefs are creating a class system within your heart…William?” She turned to her husband. 

“Bill, the last proof of the problem you solved..it was one of the questions I had been working on, which is an extension of my own research into the application of algebra into physics,” He said “You said that you only studied with library books and existing papers. That problem could never be solved using those materials. In other words, the problem can only be solved by someone on the same level as me..” 

This little speech was very typical of William, (Name) thought. He had this strange habit of allowing those most ignored and alone in society to feel seen, and she of all people knew that from experience. 

Later, William and (Name) has escorted Sherlock to the Durham train station, ready to take a train back to London. 

“I’m relieved,” Sherlock said as he bought his ticket. “Thanks to you, Liam, the dean had to approve of Bill’s transfer, and (nickname)’s sponsorship of him means he’ll be able to pursue his passion of learning Maths.” 

“Well, it was the least I could do. I’m already sponsoring a few students anyways, one more couldn’t hurt,” (Name) smiled 

“Your nasty bargaining technique was helpful too,” William hummed with a smirk 

“You..!” 

“It’s natural that Bill had came up with such an idea, considering the state of our country.” He added “It’s not unrealistic to assume that there are more talented individuals like him who are buried because of their social status.” 

“That’s quite the depressing thought, actually,” (Name) murmured, folding her arms. “Perhaps I could open a charity to provide education for these individuals..” 

Sherlock nodded in agreement “You’re right, Liam. The world must be filled with the graves of mozarts who never got a shot at developing their talents.” 

“The train to London will be departing soon!” 

“This is my cue to leave,” Sherlock smiled as he walked down the platform “Sorry for leaving so soon.”

“Haha, it’s no problem,” William chuckled “Thank you for finding me a research partner.” 

“I thought I was your research partner,” (name) raised a brow with irritation. 

“I can have multiple research partners, dear,” He reassured, placing a hand on her shoulder while (Name) rolled her eyes. The blond called out to the detective as he entered the train. “Mr Holmes, I fully agree with your idea that if you have a talent, it’s your duty to make use of it. It’s a necessary mindset for the future of Britain…and you said earlier that you were willing to lose your life if it meant the Lord of Crime was arrested, but you should make sure to return alive after defeating the Lord Of Crime, Sherl-“

HONK 

Sherlock’s mouth was agape, causing him to drop the cigarette between his lips. “Did you call me Sherlock?!” 

“Hm? What was that, Mr Holmes?” William smiled innocently. 

“Ha!” Sherlock laughed. “See you in London, Professors!” 

“Farewell, Sherlock!” (Name) waved “We’ll meet again soon!” 

“Yes, we with pleasure!” William said, putting his top hat back on “We’ll definitely meet again, Sherlock!” 

A/N: first false lovers chapter is once January?! 😨 anyways enjoy the non-angst chapter. You’re not gonna get any of those anymore. After the tea party chapter, it’s gonna be constant tears. Can’t wait 😜. Also wondering if I should make a Star Warss fanfic or nah. Anyways uhhh see you in a few months because I’m inconsistent asf

[moriartyluver]

“Worst he can say is ‘no’”

Just wanted to give u guys a sneak peak of Liam destroying fl :)

#—false lovers 💋 #william moriarty x reader #—a’s snippets 🦢 #moriarty the patriot #william moriarty #william james moriarty

[moriartyluver]

FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XXVI

TIK TOK..TIK TOK..

William looked up towards the clock on his university office wall, putting his pen down. 

'It's about time..' he thought to himself. Standing up from his seat as he opened his door 'I wonder how they're doing.' 

As he walked through the quiet corridors, he noticed a figure passing by at a corner he was a few steps away from turning. Peering past the wall, he noticed the back of a woman, (hair length), (hair colour) hair visible from behind. 

A smile crept onto William's face upon seeing none other that his wife, walking to the same lecture hall he was to enter. A childish idea came to mind. William walked faster, sneaking up on (Name) whilst concealing his footsteps, a trick he had once learnt from none other than Instructor Jack.  He approached her, wrapping an arm around her waist as his chin rested on her shoulder. 

"Ah!" (Name) pushed him away, turning around to see William who had been shoved against the wall, trying to hold back his laughter. "William! You-" 

"Did I frighten you, love?" He asked between chuckles. (Name) furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance. 

"N-No..of course I could tell it was you.." she lied, gaze averted. "But if I was unaware, you could've given me a heart attack...don't do that again." 

"My apologies dearest," William laughed, standing up straight and walking beside (Name) "You're 'completely not frightened' reaction was just too much to resist." 

She shoved his shoulder, somewhat playfully "I'll get you back, I promise." She insisted before asking "Are you going to the exam hall?" 

"Indeed I am," he nodded "I assume you are too." 

"As a mathematics professor, it would only be appropriate." She said as they approached the hall in question. "I looked over the paper whilst I had the chance, you really have no mercy, do you?" 

"I wouldn't expect talks of mercy coming from you," William said, opening the door to the silent lecture hall 

"What is it that your implying?" She raised a brow, her tone much quieter. William simply smiled, bringing her to the front of the hall as the sound of pen to paper sped up, seconds before the end of the exam. 

The sleeping invigilator suddenly awoke in time, standing up as he spoke "Times up." 

"It's over for me.."

"I think I failed as well.."

"Thank you for watching over this exam, Mr Rambo," William thanked. 

"It's no problem," The grey haired man said "I'm retired anyways." 

As a majority of the students flooded out of the exam hall, a small group of boys approached (Name) and William. "Professor Moriarty, Professor (Last Name), there's no way anyone in the maths department could ace that exam!" 

"Especially the last proof..isn't it on that topic you're studying now..?" A black haired boy with spectacles added 

"Even you couldn't solve it?" A freckled boy whispered in surprise. 

"Yeah.." he pushed up his glasses "The last problem was the only one I couldn't wrap my head around." 

"I did tell Professor Moriarty to go easy on you all," (Name) said, giving William an 'I told you so' look. "Still, I'm sure you'll all do fine...and even if you don't, you can use this as a learning opportunity." 

Once all the students had left, William put the papers away in an envelope while (Name) sat on his desk, looking over the mark-scheme with narrowed eyes. Within the quiet hall, footsteps echoed. (Name) turned her attention away, as did William. The figures face was practically invisible with the bright sunlight radiating for the windows, but once he spoke, it was clear who he was. 

"Professors~" He sang, holding his crumpled exam paper "Did I pass your test?"  

"Sherlock?" "Mr Holmes?"

"Yo!" he grinned approaching the couple "Can't believe you two are both teaching in university at your age!" 

"I can't believe this, you really took the exam amongst the other students?" (Name) asked, fighting back a smile while William scanned the detective, much less amused "I'd have thought we'd spot you, but I suppose not." 

"Here!" Sherlock handed her the exam "please mark this for me." 

"Why are you in Durham..?" William asked with a raised brow

"I wanted to see a Moriarty maths lecture at least once," Sherlock explained, hands in pockets. "So I did some looking, and came to the lecture hall, but there was an exam being taken...and I remember a promise for dinner after the train incident, didn't you?" 

William turned around, a smile creeping onto his face "I didn't recall saying we'd go.."

"Don't be mean, William." (Name) gave him a playful nudge. 

"Yeah," The detective parroted "Don't be mean, William. It's the reason I came all the way to Durham in the first place. Theres so much I want to talk about." 

"How interesting." William said, pushing open the door, taking his wife's hand in his. "However I have another lecture scheduled for second period, and I'm sure (Name) is busy too.." 

"..and we were planning to mark these exams during lunch break," (name) added, trying to find some sort of solution. "is it okay if we talk during that time?" She asked the two as they walked through the halls.

"Ah, that's fine with me," Sherlock said, William nodding with him. "Can I sit in for your next lecture?" 

The blond nodded hesitantly "I don't mind, I suppose..(Name) will be there too." He added. "Well then, we're going to drop off the exams and grab the materials for the next lecture." 

Sherlock grinned enthusiastically "Okay!" 

"The lecture was boring, wasn't it..?" William asked Sherlock, who was sat opposite him. 

He laughed in response "Ha! No comment!" 

"You've certainly had better lectures.." (Name) added, a smug smile on her lips "my favourite forever remains that one lecture when one student insisted he could find the end to pi." 

"I could say the same to you," The blond retorted. 

She placed a gloved hand to her chest in faux offence "My lectures have never been boring, they've always as been engaging and arguably entertaining for the students." 

"I beg to differ," William smirked, turning his attention back to the papers in front of him "But I'll let you have the final word for once." 

(Name) rolled her eyes, landing her gaze on Sherlock, who was observing silently "By the way, Sherlock, what brings you all the way to Durham. It is quite the journey from London, we of all people would know."

"You should know by now," He said "It's about the Lord Of Crime." 

"Was there any progress with the case?" William asked. Sometimes (Name) wondered how he could feign innocence so easily, even when Sherlock seemed to be seeing through both of them like glass. 

"Yeah.." Sherlock put a cigarette between his lips, lighting the match. "Actually, I've finally got a clear look at what his profile is like, his accomplice seems slightly more challenging to unpack." 

(Name) felt a little smug at that, although she wondered why William had the moniker of 'The Lord Of Crime' but she was merely his accomplice. 

"What do you mean?" The professor prodded. 

"In the streets, the Lord of Crime is being treated as if he were a criminal. 'It's just the citizens wishes' or 'it's just a rumour'." Sherlock explained "Nobody believes that he actually exists..or that he's actually a criminal at all..But, I have a different theory." 

He continued, exhaling smoke "The Lord of crime definitely exists, and my theory is that the Lord of crime is..a noble criminal!" 

"A noble criminal?" (Name) repeated. Frankly, she just thought Sherlock was being dramatic, rather than feeling threatened by his accusations. 

"There's no doubt about it," He affirmed 

"So, Mr Holmes, You're convinced that the Lord of crime is a noble criminal, but what are you going to do about it?" William asked, writing on one of the exam papers. "If..If the Lord of Crime is a noble criminal on one hand, his work can be considered useful to the general public, and you have the option of overlooking it." 

'Is he really defending the Lord Of Crime right now..? Does he not have any sense?' 

"On the other hand, there is the option of condemning the Lord of Crime for carrying out criminal acts without reason," He argued "Which one is the better option, Mr Holmes?" 

Holmes sighed "Even if those killed by the Lord Of Crime had a reason to be killed, as good as a reason it might be, that doesn't mean that it's okay to kill people, for certain! The logical consequences of that is that it means no matter what his purpose is, he is still guilty. I will catch and condemn him, He will take responsibility for his crimes." 

"Yes, as you should," (Name) had to hold back the urge to pull William away and ask him to stop being so foolish "Guilty people should be held accountable for their actions, whether they're a noble criminal or not."

Sherlock was silent for a moment before leaning back in his seat "Ah..to be completely honest, I was a little lost before I came here..I'm glad I could talk to you two." 

"The feeling is mutual," (Name) smiled 

"Well," Sherlock took another drag of his cigarette "If I can't catch him and uncover this mystery, I don't mind giving up this life at all." 

"Indeed," William agreed "If you're prepared to go that far, I'm sure you'll do just fine." 

BONG BONG BONG BONG 

"That's the warning bell," (Name) noted, placing an exam paper in the pile "Looks like lunch break is almost over." 

Whilst her husband marked the papers in front of him, he paused, rereading the numbers on the parchment. He slid the paper to (Name) for confirmation "was there such a way to solve this problem..?" He asked as she looked at the answer too 

"The mark scheme seems to be slightly different but the answer is correct." She pointed out, looking back and forth between papers, sitting through her own pile to look for a similar answer. "It's not like they somehow managed to cheat.." 

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, confused as to what they were talking about. "You both froze up for a second." 

"It seems something unusual has occurred." William explained 

"What is it?" Sherlock inquired 

"Well.." William started "An examinee with a perfect score of 100 seems to have appeared." 

"What..?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow "but some people get perfect scores on exams all the time." 

(Name) shook her head "the odds of that are very low, especially for this particular paper. Most of the mathematics students couldn't even get half the marks on this particular question, it was that difficult, therefore it was more of a matter of figuring out how to approach the problem." 

"This examinee has proven that, haven't they?" The blond professor added 

"Well who was it?" Sherlock asked 

"You see," William said, putting down the paper "They forgot to put their name on the exam. Neither of us have seen this handwriting before, either." 

"It seems we have another suspicious individual." (Name) peered closer at the exam paper, analysing every detail. 

"A mysterious student who got a near impossible perfect score..! How interesting!" Sherlock exclaimed with a grin 

"By the way, Mr Holmes," William held up a paper, covered in crosses "You got zero points." 

Sherlock was silent, likely embarrassed whilst (Name) stifled a chuckle. 

"Anyways, both (Name) and I have lectures this afternoon. Would you please fin the owner of the exam paper if you have time?" William asked, standing up and taking his wife's hand in his whilst his other hand carried the exam papers they were marking. 

"Only because you asked, Liam." Sherlock smiled "Consider it repayments for helping me earlier." 

"I see you've found him," (Name) observed as Sherlock brought a young boy before them. She recognised him as the boy from Durham printing..Bill, that was his name. 

"Finding him was easy." Sherlock stated, arms folded as he leaned against a bookshelf. "The question now is why Bill, someone who isn't a student at university, took the exam."

"S-Sorry.." Bill stuttered, bowing his head in shame.

"Bill, your solution was very elegant," William complimented "Are you self taught?"

“Yes,” Bill removed his hat, holding it to his chest as he averted his gaze with flushed cheeks “I studied by reading your books and papers…in the library without permission between deliveries. In particular, your paper on the binomial theorem was very interesting…I read it over and over again because of its dynamic solution. So..um..I’m sorry..” 

He continued to look away, expecting the worst whilst everyone remained silent, until William eventually spoke up. “I’m surprised..” 

“It’s clear that bill has a talent for Maths.” Sherlock chimes in “It doesn’t matter what anyone else says, if you have talent, you’ve got to make the most of it.” He turned to William and (Name). “Does this university have a transfer system?”

Bill turned to the detective in surprise “..wa—wait a minute..!” 

“Is everything alright, Bill?” (Name) asked as he stared at his feet, clearly nervous. 

“I-it’s fine..you don’t have to..really..” He said, his voice shaky. “I apologise for the exam, and for my behaviour, so please leave me alone..! I-I’m not a child of a noble or the gentry like the students here..I’m just a normal working class person! I know my future..the printer’s son has no choice but to take over the printer’s shop…Even if I wanted to learn mathematics..it doesn’t matter what I want..it’s never going to happen! It’s already been decided.” 

Despite obvious differences, (Name) couldn’t help but feel empathy towards the boy. His now verbal stream of consciousness was undeniably familiar to her. No amount of determination could take away the feeling of not belonging, regardless of how people act towards you. In a society ruled by one class of the elite, what we want does not matter when placed against the traditional way of things. 

And yet, here (Name) was, against all the odds. 

“Nothing is written in stone,” She reassured  in a hushed tone, speaking up as she continued “you mustn’t deny what you so desperately desire. Those beliefs are creating a class system within your heart…William?” She turned to her husband. 

“Bill, the last proof of the problem you solved..it was one of the questions I had been working on, which is an extension of my own research into the application of algebra into physics,” He said “You said that you only studied with library books and existing papers. That problem could never be solved using those materials. In other words, the problem can only be solved by someone on the same level as me..” 

This little speech was very typical of William, (Name) thought. He had this strange habit of allowing those most ignored and alone in society to feel seen, and she of all people knew that from experience. 

Later, William and (Name) has escorted Sherlock to the Durham train station, ready to take a train back to London. 

“I’m relieved,” Sherlock said as he bought his ticket. “Thanks to you, Liam, the dean had to approve of Bill’s transfer, and (nickname)’s sponsorship of him means he’ll be able to pursue his passion of learning Maths.” 

“Well, it was the least I could do. I’m already sponsoring a few students anyways, one more couldn’t hurt,” (Name) smiled 

“Your nasty bargaining technique was helpful too,” William hummed with a smirk 

“You..!” 

“It’s natural that Bill had came up with such an idea, considering the state of our country.” He added “It’s not unrealistic to assume that there are more talented individuals like him who are buried because of their social status.” 

“That’s quite the depressing thought, actually,” (Name) murmured, folding her arms. “Perhaps I could open a charity to provide education for these individuals..” 

Sherlock nodded in agreement “You’re right, Liam. The world must be filled with the graves of mozarts who never got a shot at developing their talents.” 

“The train to London will be departing soon!” 

“This is my cue to leave,” Sherlock smiled as he walked down the platform “Sorry for leaving so soon.”

“Haha, it’s no problem,” William chuckled “Thank you for finding me a research partner.” 

“I thought I was your research partner,” (name) raised a brow with irritation. 

“I can have multiple research partners, dear,” He reassured, placing a hand on her shoulder while (Name) rolled her eyes. The blond called out to the detective as he entered the train. “Mr Holmes, I fully agree with your idea that if you have a talent, it’s your duty to make use of it. It’s a necessary mindset for the future of Britain…and you said earlier that you were willing to lose your life if it meant the Lord of Crime was arrested, but you should make sure to return alive after defeating the Lord Of Crime, Sherl-“

HONK 

Sherlock’s mouth was agape, causing him to drop the cigarette between his lips. “Did you call me Sherlock?!” 

“Hm? What was that, Mr Holmes?” William smiled innocently. 

“Ha!” Sherlock laughed. “See you in London, Professors!” 

“Farewell, Sherlock!” (Name) waved “We’ll meet again soon!” 

“Yes, we with pleasure!” William said, putting his top hat back on “We’ll definitely meet again, Sherlock!” 

A/N: first false lovers chapter is once January?! 😨 anyways enjoy the non-angst chapter. You’re not gonna get any of those anymore. After the tea party chapter, it’s gonna be constant tears. Can’t wait 😜. Also wondering if I should make a Star Warss fanfic or nah. Anyways uhhh see you in a few months because I’m inconsistent asf

#—false lovers 💋 #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader

[moriartyluver]

Nvm y’all I got writers block, hopefully I’ll have two false lovers chapter out by next week 😍😍

William’s birthday tomorrow and I may or may not be writing a special false lovers chapter for him 👀

[moriartyluver]

Yall I was so busy yesterday that I actually forgot about this (I’ll lie and say it was an April fools joke or something idk) so uhhhh it’ll come today or something idk 😃😃

William’s birthday tomorrow and I may or may not be writing a special false lovers chapter for him 👀

#—a’s rambles ☕️

[moriartyluver]

William’s birthday tomorrow and I may or may not be writing a special false lovers chapter for him 👀

#—false lovers 💋 #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader