#Sherliam Hell

[seeingteacupsindragons]

As someone who has unfortunately had to witness hir brother being very horny for his husband at family dinner, I just want to say, Louis, your pain is valid and real, and I understand you completely. It's gross and they should stop that.

#Yuukoku no Moriarty #Moriarty the Patriot #Sherliam #Sherliam Hell #Louis James Moriarty

[lenateliier]

"A family I could truly call my own" what if I ended it all what if chapters 62-65 were my last straw please....

#guys i love sherliam and it's all well and good that they have their domestic chapters together in nyc in chapters 67 onwards #but I haven't moved on from 62-65 how the hell have you all managed to move on from these #i wake up and they immediately start consuming all my waking thoughts the only respite i have is in sleep #RAHHHHHH #MORIARTY BROTHERS RAHHHHHH #goes wild goes crazy I wish they just got to be kids together. #yuukoku no moriarty fanart #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #yuumori fanart #moriarty the patriot fanart #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #the boys....together... #moriarty brothers #william james moriarty fanart #albert james moriarty fanart #louis james moriarty fanart #my art

[karereiko]

Morimu week 2024

Day 2 - OP 2

I love op2, still my fav is op3 but ah, op2 is so fun. I love we got Baskerville arc in it and Train arc was so enjoyable, especially crime case, this choreography and song, they didn't need to go so hard but they did, every second is so filled with movement and things happening, I love to listen to it while working, and part of Catch me song is my phone ringtone XD, and middle song is sooo good. Train case was first Sherliam date, Liam and Sherlock they had so much fun during it.

Irene arc, it was so great too. I remember when reading manga to be surprised at Irene and Miss Hudson scene, another cut away scene from anime that build up characters and gave them nice interactions, I'm so happy morimu kept it and even added Cinderella song, it was so silly.

And whole mask ball was so good William in mask, so dramatic during the whole thing and they mixed a little of Moran past into it adding this nice additional action. Whole part of Moran and Louis action scenes were wonderful in this op, if there will be morimu week next year I will try to draw those ball scenes.

I'm still searching for my way to draw chibis and hell those are the fastest color drawings I ever done so they could probably be better.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #sherlock holmes #sherliam #morimuweek2024 #irene adler #miss hudson

[frankenjoly]

injured prompts: sherliam + Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!

(preferably sherlock is the one injured?) 👀

That shouldn’t be happening. That couldn’t be happening. That--

“Stop. No.” William muttered, a tad bit more loud than he had meant to, incessantly poking Sherlock to prevent him from closing his eyes… and seemingly failing. “Wake up!” He then pleaded, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking with desperation-driven energy. “I said: wake up!”

Failing didn’t mean he had any intention of giving up, but quite the opposite; putting all his strength and will into it, William carried on.

“Please! Sherly, please! Just-- just hold on, alright? Hold on.” Breathing deeply wasn’t helping much when it came to calming down, but at least it was better than nothing; panicking might render him unable to do anything, and that sure as hell wouldn’t help Sherlock.

Knowing that didn't prevent tears from starting to fall through his cheeks. Though it seemed letting them go free somewhat did the trick, because that and his resolve kind of acted as mind-clearers.

And yet…

“You don't deserve this. I do.” William whispered, lifting a now bloodied hand to wipe his own tears. Having his sight blocked would also be a hindrance.

“No… fucking way...” Sherlock, who thankfully hadn't lost consciousness completely, immediately said. And when he raised his own hand to take one of William's, it didn't totally lack strength. Thank goodness. “Liam… I'm gonna be fine, alright? Though I've been better too, that's true.”

Despite everything, William managed to let out a brief laugh.

(Also on ao3.)

#sherliam #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #ynm #yuumori #youkoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #happy ending bcs i'm a pussy what can i say

[shreddedleopard]

More Sherliam thoughts/headcanons:

I present to you;

Sherlock Holmes who is averse to physical displays of affection/ fondness, who has spent his life avoiding the typical family hugs, elbow and back touches, shoulder bumps, even the playful shoving and back and forth of teenage boys. It gets on his nerves.

Then along comes Liam, and Sherlock is suddenly gripped with this need to touch, in any way shape or form — the urge to tease and shove and poke and throw an arm around shoulders or guide by the elbow or steady at the small of the back or shoulder barge playfully or grab a hand or or or —

And it’s so new and terrifying and exhilarating all at once and he cannot control the way it all spills over when they’re together in New York and he fucking knows Billy is watching him and smirking but bugger it.

Is this what normal people do? Is this the result of pointless but typical human urges?

Liam doesn’t seem to mind. Does he? Or does he? He’d push back if he did, wouldn’t he?

How the hell is Sherlock meant to know how all this works when he’s never given a rat’s ass about any of it before??

UGH.

And then, Liam:

The boy who was the rock from such a young age, who never received gestures of physical affection, only gave them when needed to his baby brother, but never asked or expected anything for himself, even at the nice orphanages, even from the kindest sisters.

Who avoided typical rough-housing child’s play because he had bigger things to worry about and plans to see through their end and adults to impress with his mind so that he could provide for Louis.

The touch starved man who now, suddenly, finds himself on the receiving end of frequent, fleeting body contact from his newfound friend and intellectual soul mate; who is absolutely acutely aware of each and every brush of an arm or tug on a sleeve or elbow to the ribs or arm around a back or forehead against a shoulder or toe to a shin beneath the kitchen table or or or —

And it’s so new and terrifying and exhilarating all at once and he cannot control the way he aches for every touch to come more frequently; for the contact to last longer; for the gesture to become more.

But he’s taught himself not to want and not to ask and not to be any trouble to anyone, because that’s how you get by in life and make acquaintances who feel like they need you, so he doesn’t voice any of this aloud. He just grins softly and accepts the gestures gracefully and contains the spontaneous combustion he feels inwardly, in case it might burn Sherlock or put him off continuing to be so physically present with him.

Billy, however, is neither touch-repellent nor touch-starved and can see through the both of them and if they don’t snap the goddamn tension soon he’s gonna snap it for them.

#sherliam #this is just how I see them #HOPELESS #but utterly endearingly so #they’re both so so so brilliant and clever #the most advanced of people in so many ways #and yet because of this they’ve neglected to really think about what physical attraction looks like for them #and now here they both are absolutely DYING from these ridiculous urges that they thought they might’ve been above #bad news boys #you’re human after all in EVERY way #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Some of this is copy-pasted from my response to a comment on one of my fics several months back, so sorry to anyone who read that and will now have deja vu.

These thoughts are based on my perception/headcanon of Sherlock and Liam as an allosexual couple. I’m totally supportive of people who like to ship pairs as ace/queerplatonic/etc, but with these two I do find it a liiiiiitle bit of a stretch...have y’all seen the train scene? They have the horniest of energy, good golly. But that’s in my opinion, and anyone who sees it differently is absolutely valid; we’re here to have fun, so have fun with it!

Okay, disclaimers out of the way: the more canon Sherliam gets, the more I love that they don’t meet typical BL seme/uke cliches. I do catch myself borderline feminizing Liam on occasion, primarily because I want him to be held, and engulfed in too-big sweaters that smell like Sherlock, and tucked into comfy armchairs with blankets and books: and alas, gender stereotype nonsense makes that feel like feminization even though it really isn’t. And that’s totally separate from the way I perceive their potential sexual dynamic, which is basically: switchy as hell, but Liam is more prone to being a bit dommy.

But like...They're the same age and height and even weight to start with. There are no particular inequalities in their education or unbalanced power dynamics. Sure, the Lord of Crime is puppeting Sherlock around, but Sherlock knows that, and though he doesn’t feel he’s truly on equal footing with Liam until right before the fall, it doesn’t feel...skeezy. Liam never actually lies to him (*glares at English manga translation*). There might not be outright spoken honesty between them, but there’s a mutual understanding of the game they’re playing, and overall their energy is incredibly nontoxic for an “enemies to lovers” dynamic (not that they ever really managed “enemies” to begin with).

(Another disclaimer: I don’t have a problem with shipping toxic pairs, Hannigram is one of my all time fave ships. But the older I get the more I’m drawn to happy stories and healthy representation and boy oh boy has Yuumori been delivering.)

Anyway, back to avoiding BL standards: Liam is pretty and fashionable and a scholar but sometimes exudes such dom vibes. Sherlock is an athletic borderline himbo, vaguely wrong-side-of-the-tracks, but gets blushy and flustered easily. Liam is the damsel in distress saved by his dashing hero: but he is also the criminal mastermind taunting his rival. Liam is rich to Sherlock's working-class, except nope, Liam is an adopted East End kid and Sherlock's family is running the country.

So many gay stories, with BL being probably the worst offender but far from the only one, blatantly signal top/bottom, feminine/masculine. They practically put a giant flashing arrow over one guy’s head that says “HE’S THE GIRL IN THE RELATIONSHIP.” And as someone who is neither a gay man nor prone to entering relationships at all, I can’t really speak for the realism of these things; I know there are people who strongly align themselves with presentations like twink, bear, etc. And I’m sure many people have a strong preference for a particular role in the bedroom, especially in a dating scene dominated by hookup culture: but it also feels so disingenuous to me that anyone, particularly in a long-term partnership, would be like, “This is the only one thing I ever do.” Even in a straight relationship that sounds hella boring.

And Sherlock and Liam sidestep those assumptions so neatly, which up until chapter 67 I would have said is simply because...it’s not BL. But now we’ve got chapter 75 and they’re practically married. Mix together the almost undeniable sexual charge of their early interactions with their more recent LITERALLY VOWING TO SPEND THEIR LIVES TOGETHER and it seems reasonable to assume that sex is on the table. Yet nothing about the way they look or act demands the reader assign them certain sexual roles. They don't feel like a collection of stereotypes signalling top and bottom, they feel like an actual human couple who probably have preferences in bed but also like to switch things up and try new things.

I appreciate that.

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #sherliam

[tinyglassearl]

The greatest mystery in Yuumori is not how Sherliam didn't turn into a meat pancake from falling off London Bridge.

But how the hell did Albert not get liver failure by now.

#albert james moriarty #sherliam

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Thinking of the possibility of, like, Louis walking into William's room in the middle of the night to ask him a question or check up on him or give him something or wanting to say goodnight, and William and Sherlock are already fast asleep, fully clothed in pajamas, with their arms sort of flung over each other protectively, and Louis is very reluctantly very soft and happy so he just smiles for a minute or two before going on his way without disturbing him.

Just happy his brother is happy. Just happy his brother finally found someone he'll let protect him and share burdens with. Just happy his brother is being treated so gently.

Louis: I'm so annoyed you're my brother-in-law, but no one else was ever going to be able to do the job.

#Yuukoku no Moriarty #Moriarty the Patriot #Sherliam #Sherliam Hell

[illir]

how does it feel to be my favourite sherliam artist ever

HOW DOES IT FEEL YOU ASKED I'M HONOURED OF COURSE WHAT THE HELL 💞💗💖💝💕 this made my day thank youuuu (´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)💥 (<- me exploding)

#no i'm actually grinning so wide i'm gonna hurt my cheeks dskjskjd #auuu you guys make me so happy _(:3」∠)_ #ask

[littencloud9]

Sorry for being late in ask game. How about : William (MTP), Lu Guang (Link Click), and Akutagawa (BSD)? Feel free to answer how many that you want....

hii anon no problem!! im happy to answer more always

william

Sexuality and Gender Headcanon: ‘im probably queer but ive got a system to abolish so idrc about that rn’

A ship: sherliam. it’s just too good. equals in every sense two sides of the same coin yin and yang light and dark hope and destruction etc etc. a work of ART

A BROTP: THE MORIARTY BROTHERS!! they are the absolute world to me i love them SO much

A NOTP: him with either brother lol. ill admit i was a little surprised at the amount of content they have romantically but to each their own 👍

A random headcanon: touchstarved liam my beloved…

General Opinion: he makes me absolutely fucking miserable. i want to give him a big hug. there is something so wrong with him. id defend him with my life. babygirl you can commit every war crime there is and i’d say it’s justified

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lu guang

Sexuality Headcanon: gay as hell. why are you as a man—

Gender Headcanon: he transcends gender and i will not elaborate

A ship: shiguang!!!

A BROTP: also him and qiao ling. i’d love to see them interact more especially cause they have such a sibling-like relationship too

A NOTP: him and li tianchen idk. they just dont work like that to me

A random headcanon: he secretly has a sweet tooth. this was told to me by the gods

General Opinion: sopping wet cat. big freaking hypocrite (me too). i cant even scold him cause if i had cxs in my life id go batshit insane for him too. im holding him by the scruff of his neck and throwing him in the air. lu guang u dumbass (affectionate)

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akutagawa

Sexuality Headcanon: man we’ve got a lot of gay characters on this list huh

Gender Headcanon: i like the idea of t4t akutagawa siblings who just swapped names pfft. nb akutagawa is good too! i can fw anything here

A ship: haha… sskk. i also think beast!aku x beast!tanizaki is really cute

A BROTP: HIM AND GIN!! idc that they have like three seconds of screen time in canon cause [gestures to beast]

A NOTP: i do not vibe with higu.aku or daz.aku at all

A random headcanon: he used to use rashoumon to entertain the kids when they were too afraid to sleep at night. he’s a really good bedtime storyteller

General Opinion: picture a black cat with huge void eyes and also it’s dripping wet and clawing at you. thats akutagawa to me. id give him a hug but he’d bite my leg off but maybe that’s his way of saying thanks. i could fix him i could make him worse etc etc

send me characters!

#asks #ask game #this is such a different reaction im having compared to other characters ive been sent. not sorry

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

[Untitled] Pt. 5 (1.1k words)

Back on my Sherliam shit, enjoy.

William had long ago given up on God–too many prayers unanswered, and too many run-ins with devils. He was, after all, bound for Hell, no matter what anyone else said. Louis and Albert had quickly given up on convincing him otherwise, as had each member of his team in turn. The only person still fighting him was Sherlock, the very man that Liam intended to damn him in the end.

Sherlock continued to vehemently argue for Liam’s goodness, how nothing he could possibly do would be enough to make him evil in the detective’s eyes. It made the nobleman sick to his stomach to hear those words, but Sherlock was too stubborn to drop the topic without hearing Liam’s crimes, and William would never allow that. Most days, at least. Today, the two of them had gone drinking to celebrate Sherlock solving a particularly difficult case that, for once, was not connected to the Lord of Crime’s activities–Sherlock had drunk more, leaning slightly on Liam’s shoulder for support on their way back to 221B, but Liam is definitely drunk enough to feel the effects. His chest feels slightly too warm and his thoughts a bit too sluggish, hands lingering longer than he knows they should as he settles Sherlock on the couch and brushes the long, dark hair away from those beautiful blue eyes.

He should feel ashamed of himself for letting these feelings get away from him–a condemned man doesn’t deserve this kind of love. But, when Sherlock grabs his wrist, murmuring something about him “not leavin’ me, please, Liam,” he knows that he’s a goner. So, Liam sits down and allows Sherlock to pull him almost on top of the other man. The detective swings his own legs up on the couch, tangling their legs and wrapping his arms around Liam like a child clinging to their favorite toy. He allows Sherlock to bury his face in the crook of his neck, each warm breath from the detective tickling his skin as the nobleman’s nose is filled with the familiar scent of cigarettes, alcohol, and the cologne that Liam had gifted him. Unfortunately, in his comfortable, drunk state, he also allows his thoughts to slip out into the open. “I do not deserve you, Sherlock.”

The reaction is immediate–Sherlock pushes himself so they’re both sitting upright, with the detective holding Liam up and slightly away from him to look him in the eyes. “The hell’s that s’posed t’mean, Liam?”

William takes in the slightly unfocused gaze, slurred words, and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath and decides that, for once, he’ll be honest. Sherlock won’t remember any of this in the morning and, from the fact that he’s even considering this, Liam hopefully won’t either. “Sherlock–”

“Sherly.” Liam smiles in spite of the seriousness he’s trying to show as he takes over holding up his own weight, hands planted on the couch cushions on either side of the detective to prop up his upper body. Sherlock’s insistence on the nickname intensifies the warmth in his chest. However, almost as quickly as it came, that high of affection crashes. “You wouldn’t still want me to call you that if you knew what I’ve done.”

Sherlock’s brow furrows, his lips almost forming a pout. “Not true.”

“Are you sure? Could you still care for me if I were to confess my sins to you?” There it was, the crux of Liam’s fears. Would his angel of penance and light turn his back on William upon seeing the blood that stained the nobleman’s hands? Despite all his promises and insistence, could Sherlock truly love the Lord of Crime?

“Liam?” The gentle call pulls the nobleman back to the present, where Sherlock is studying his face through half-closed eyes. One calloused hand comes up to cup Liam’s cheek, thumb brushing away tears he didn’t know were building up in the corner of his eyes. When he speaks, his words are shockingly clear for his inebriated state. “There ain’t a sin great enough t’make me stop lovin’ you.”

And isn’t that just a knife to William’s heart? Once again, the words slip out before he can stop them. “Even if I’m the Lord of Crime?”

He doesn’t want an answer to that question, he realizes, as the panic starts crashing in. Sherlock is too good of a person for his response to be anything other than William’s worst nightmares, and he doesn’t want this moment of security and comfort to end like that, with this illusion of affection crashing down around him.

The last thing he expects is Sherlock’s lips pressing against his own, warm and slightly chapped. It’s clumsy and chaste, and Liam doesn’t doubt that this is probably Sherlock’s first time kissing anyone, but it’s perfect and grounding and exactly what Liam needed. When Sherlock pulls away, leaving the nobleman slightly dazed, he kisses Liam’s cheek, just next to his ear. “Even then, I promise.”

There’s no way of knowing if Sherlock even processed William’s words or knows what he’s promised, but that means less than nothing to Liam right now. He buries his face in the detective’s shoulder, his own shoulders shaking with repressed sobs as he collapses against the other man, feeling one of Sherlock’s arms wrap around his waist as his free hand smooths down the nobleman’s silky, blond hair. If he could, he’d stay in this moment forever, Moriarty Plan and Lord of Crime be damned. If he could, he’d be Liam forever, leaving behind the life of William James Moriarty and dedicating himself to being the man Sherlock thinks he is. He knows somewhere deep in his heart that, if it were possible, he’d follow the detective anywhere, do anything he asked, as long as it meant they’d be together. But he can’t–that, after all, is what makes Sherlock so dangerous. With the right words, he could tear down everything William had sacrificed for, and Liam knows that Sherlock can never know that. For this plan to work, the detective must send the Lord of Crime to his grave with these declarations of love and devotion unspoken. The most he can do is return the kiss that the detective gave him and then some, murmuring his own love between each one as he tangles bloodstained hands in dark hair. It’s a futile, almost laughable attempt at conveying how important Sherlock’s words are to him, but it’s all Liam has.

William had long ago given up on God, but he still prays to whoever’s listening that he’ll be able to remember this in the morning–the feeling of being safe and loved even with his sins laid bare.

#merc writes #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #sherliam #yuukoku no moriarty fic #yuukoku no moriarty fluff #yuukoku no moriarty angst #I made them kiss #this is angsty and gay #like me #sherliam fic #sherlock gets drunk #william does too this time actually #tw drinking #sherliam angst #sherliam fluff

[karereiko]

Morimu week 2024

Day 3 - OP3

I was thinking what to draw for op3 day, I love so many scenes it's hard to choose and I didn't draw those before morimu week started, wanted to do more but I'm at end of my battery. So here is Op3 add-lib, first I was thinking of Louis knife one but it deserves few panels that aren't drawn in hurry. I remember when I first saw kiss addlib, I knew op3 1st switch live, so during DVD version watching I waited for kaze fukus scene and all... and hell, William sings his "I fell in love" song but I was crying from laughter, because of this addlib. Op3 is still fun/happy part, Jack the ripper arc is so great, they made even Yard part so dynamic and exciting too, and of course Durham date, it's so sweet, happy sherliam in love is the air I need to breath. I listen to so many op3 songs, most favs there Milverton entry is great, he is pure evil and dangerous, you feel he's going to be a problem to our heroes, corrupted parts of Yard were nicely done too. The ending song is so love song of William and Sherlock: so many emotions in their voices, lyric and with whole reaching out...

I'm so tired, probably will take break tomorrow and do op4 and op5 stuff one day later....

#moriarty the patriot #yuumori #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #sherliam #albert james moriarty #morimuweek2024 #sebastian moran

[murderedbyhomework]

Just realised that the wangxian scene where Wei Ying dies in cql greatly parallels the sherliam London Bridge scene in Yuukoku no moriarty and I don't think I'm emotionally stable enough for that revelation.

Like all the hell/angel imagery, the whole character tipping off a ledge backwards facing their love, the love in question lunging to catch them, and then they end up falling anyway because they don't think they deserve to be saved, not after what they've just done and what they've gone through.

#Wangxian #wangxian #the untamed #mdzs #Wei ying #lan wangji #Sherliam #Yuumori #yuukuko no moriarty #Sherlock Holmes #Tw suicide

[drunk-on-angst]

Apple Pie And Blood

Pairing: Sherliam

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Self-harm, mentions of blood and murder

The gentle smell of coffee wafted through the air, the apartment was warm and bathed in mellow sunlight, yet that warmth could not reach William’s heart. He had been tasked with cutting apples for the pie Sherlock was to bake. Sherlock was an excellent cook and he was determined to get Liam to taste all of what he called his ‘signature recipes’ that were ‘better than any other in the world.’

So there Liam was cutting away as Sherlock went to get a few missing ingredients. The quiet felt so strange, Sherlock rarely left Liam alone, and they were always talking about something. Sherlock had a habit of chattering away to him, about his family, his friends, the cases he solved. William adored it. It was peaceful and he felt so happy being around Sherlock, but that nagging feeling still remained. A voice in his head, reminding him again and again of what he had done. He still saw that scarlet red blood smeared on his hands. He was undeserving of such joy and happiness after that.

His eyes travelled to the silver knife in his still hand, how many people had his blade slashed through? How much blood was it coated with? The red, oh, it was everywhere. Creeping in and whispering things to him, a siren beckoning him into death’s hands.

As his world slowly started warping into a crimson hell in front of his eyes, a sudden jerk pulled him back to reality. Sherlock was in front of him, eyes wide.

“Liam.”, he whispered, his eyes travelled to his hand. A streak of red coloured his pale hand.

“Liam what-“

“I didn’t mean too really, I- I just-I was thinking and I-“, he could feel warm tears running down his face.

Sherlock carefully lifted his hand and placed his soft lips on the cut. “It’s ok Liam.”, those kind eyes, that single gentle gaze erased all the demons whispering in Liam’s mind.

“No matter what happens I’ll be here, and I’ll pull you out of that silly mind of yours. You have no idea how scared I was when I saw you, pressing that knife to your hand, completely dazed. You were thinking of how terrible you are again, weren’t you?”

“How did you know?”, William asked wiping his tears.

“Oh you idiot, I’m the detective you chose for your plan and you’re asking me how I know that?”

“Well, I suppose that was a silly question.”

“You suppose?”, Sherlock asked as the two burst into a fit of giggles. He planted a soft kiss on Liam’s lips.

“Feeling better?”

“With you here, I feel wonderful.”

“Now it’s apple pie time! Bandage up I’ll have it ready soon.”

So they sat laughing, talking, smiling over apple pie. That was the first time Sherlock had ever kissed Liam, yet neither questioned the action, because they had figured out they were in love a long time ago. That scene bled of happiness and comfort, and that day Liam truly did have the best apple pie of his life.

#I swear it's not all angst #ynm #ynm sherlock #ynm william #moriarty the patriot #yukoku no moriarty fic #yukoku no moriarty #sherliam #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty