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Hiding from a Stalker with Moriarty Brothers + Von Herder

Can I ask for a scenario fic where a Fem! Reader runs up to the Moriarty Brothers + Von herder pretending to be their girlfriend becuuse of a stalker

Albert, William, Louis James Moriarty, and Von Herder

Tag/s: Fem!Reader, Scenario

Albert James Moriarty

"Miss (L/N)!" Sir Acheron called out for you as you squeezed in through the crowd, hoping the number of people would help you hide.

"Excuse me... Miss (L/N), please wait!" the man kept calling out, his eyes locked on you as he made his way through the crowd.

'This is bad...!' you gulped as you quickly walked around, hoping to lose him as he followed you through the dance floor.

'Is he gone..?' you thought, turning your head around as you walked, bumping into someone.

"Sorry! I didn't see-!" you quickly apologized as you faced forward, seeing it was Albert James Moriarty, his suit now drenched in wine as the crowd gasped.

"Insolent girl!"

"Ugh, how improper..."

"How dare she...!"

"Are you all right, miss?" he asked, seeing your frantic state.

"Miss (L/N)!" Sir Acheron called as he reached you, making your blood freeze.

"A-Apologies, my lord…! Shall I help you with the stain?" your voice cracked as you took out your handkerchief, wiping the wine out with shaky hands as the crowd glared at you.

Albert raised a brow as he looked at Sir Acheron, connecting the dots.

"I believe helping me get a new set of clothes would be a better alternative?" Albert suggested, stopping your hand.

"Shall we?" he smiled, linking your arm with his as you walked out of the dance floor.

"O-Of course!" you agreed, sighing in relief as you followed along, hearing Sir Acheron scoff as he left the scene.

"I can see why you would bump into me despite me standing still," Albert whispered, making you nervously laugh.

"Right… Sorry again about the stain. I know quite the talented tailor in town, though!"

William James Moriarty

Your eyes darted around the street, hoping to see at least one shop still open for the night to hide.

You gulped as you saw the man's shadow growing on the ground, hearing his footsteps quickening and closing in on you.

Desperate, you quickly made your way to the department store, only to be stopped by the security guard.

"I'm sorry, miss. We're closing in a few minutes,"

"No, no… You don't understand." you grabbed his arm in fear, "Please, I just need somewhere to-"

"-Sorry, darling. Have you waited long?" a voice chimed in, making you and the guard turn your head to the sound.

It was a nobleman with blond hair and red eyes smiling at you both.

"W-What?"

"Sorry, I lost track of time," he apologetically laughed, walking up to you.

"Shall we get going?" he asked, looking over to his side.

Following, you saw the man stalking you stopped by a lamplight, making your blood curl.

"Y-Yes," you smiled, taking his arm, "Let's go…" you muttered, following the man as you kept your eyes on the stalker.

"There's a police station a couple of blocks from here," the nobleman whispered, making you widen your eyes.

He only looked at you with a wink.

"I'm sure we can convince the officers to help, along with a restraining order if needed."

"I see…" you sighed in relief, feeling your body relax for the first time that night.

"Thank you so much…" you muttered, feeling your eyes tear up in relief, "I thought I was a goner.."

"Here," the man gave you a handkerchief, which you happily took.

"Don't worry, that man won't hurt you now."

Louis James Moriarty

"There you were!" you beamed as you grabbed Louis' arm, catching him by surprise.

"(Y/N)? What are you-"

"Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," you sighed as you hugged his arm, your whole body shaking as you hid your face.

Louis raised a brow as he looked around, seeing a man staring at you both in the dark.

'Oh...'  he thought and frowned, wrapping an arm around you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry," he smiled as he pulled you close, hiding you from the man's sight.

"For how long has he been following you?" he whispered, making you gulp.

"I just noticed him an hour ago..."

Louis frowned at the answer as he put his coat on you, catching you by surprise.

"You seemed cold," he explained, keeping you close as you left the department store.

"Did he do anything to you?"

"No, he was just following me the whole time," you answered, pulling his coat close to your body.

"Sorry... I know you wanted to buy a gift for William's birthday,"

"What are you apologizing for?" Louis sighed, keeping an eye on the stalker following you both, "That creep isn't your fault," he reasoned as he called for a carriage.

"Let's get you home for the time being," Louis whispered as he helped you up the carriage.

"What about you?" you asked as you grabbed his hand, "You might get hurt,"

Louis breathed out a smile as he removed your hold, "I'll be fine. You're the one he wants,"

"Then what are you gonna do?"

A dangerous glint lit up in Louis' eyes before he lifted his head and gave you a courteous smile.

"Just giving him a lesson he won't forget,"

Von Herder

"Honey!" you called out as you hugged Herder from behind, almost making you both fall over.

"Huh? What-" he muttered, feeling you hold him with trembling arms.

"Um... Miss? I think you got the wrong-"

"-Honestly... I thought you said we were meeting in the cafe?" you sighed with a shaky breath, still holding onto him.

Furrowing his brows, he gently hugged you back, feeling another presence behind you not too far away.

'I see...'  Herder sighed, noticing the growing hostile air closing in on you two.

"Sorry, sorry! It must have slipped my mind," Herder played along with a cheery voice, pulling you away from the presence and linking his arm with yours.

"Now then, what should we eat?" he asked as he led you away from the presence, hearing you sigh in relief.

"You can decide this time," you replied, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Sorry, miss. Are you all right?" Herder whispered, still feeling the presence following you.

"Yes, I'm okay... Thank you for playing along," you whispered back, your hands still shaking.

Herder frowned as he kept you close, thinking of a possible solution.

"Oh!" he beamed, stopping abruptly with a grin.

"Sorry, honey. Can we make a quick stop?" Herder asked as he pointed at a mechanics shop, making you raise a brow.

"I don't mind. But what for?" you asked as Herder smirked.

"You'll see," he answered vaguely as you both entered the shop.

"It will be quick, miss...?"

"(Y/N)," you smiled, "(Y/N) (L/N),"

"Miss (Y/N)," he finished as he rummaged around some parts.

"If you don't mind, I might have a solution on how to protect yourself,"

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Seeing S/O in Lingerie Reaction

From a request in my main blog, this has no smut but VERY SUGGESTIVE so... yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sebastian Moran, William James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, and Louis James Moriarty

Tag/s: Historically inaccurate lingerie

Sebastian Moran

The man whistled as soon as you entered his field of vision.

He looked like a kid in a candy store.

Straight up GRINNING from ear to ear.

If you're showing him a variety, he'll inspect every single one of them.

It's almost alarming how focused he looks.

Little do you know, he's thinking about how to use whatever lace or strings your outfit has to his advantage in the bedroom.

The minute you're within his reach, Sebastian pulls you to his lap to get a closer look.

He takes his time to take in your figure while his hands roam through your body.

Even as you walk away, his eyes never leave your figure.

Like you were one of his targets on missions.

He would definitely tease you, wanting you to get riled up as much as he is.

What's more annoying is he wants you to say that you want to do it before he continues.

He's torn between taking it off or just doing the deed with it still on you.

Whatever position you're in, he definitely has a good view of you.

A mirror might be involved.

"I'm back-" Sebastian abruptly stopped as your eyes met in the mirror, wide in shock.

His eyes traveled down to your new short silk nightgown and stockings, going up and down before smiling.

"You could have just said so," he chuckled, removing his coat as he walked up to you.

You quickly grabbed whatever was closest to you, in this case, a hairbrush, and pointed it at him as you kept a distance.

"Oh no, you don't! Last time, I chased the target through the city with a limp!" you muttered, keeping your distance as your eyes never left him.

"Do you have a mission tomorrow?" Sebastian innocently asked, making you pause.

"...No...?"

"Then that settles it," he smiled, quickly hugging your waist.

"SEBASTIAN!"

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Wouldn't want your pretty outfit to rip, now do we?"

William James Moriarty

When you asked him to come with you to go underwear shopping, he was shocked, to say the least.

But he quickly recovered and agreed.

You definitely have his attention now.

While his eyes kept following you while he drank his tea, his smile was different than it usually was.

It was more... devious, so to speak.

While he keeps his composure, a lot has happened in his mind.

While you were picking some things, William acted like a perfect gentleman.

Holds the clothes you picked, heartfelt compliments to boost your confidence, over all the best boyfriend you could ask for.

Almost too good to be true. And it was.

He might have thought of a few scenarios on how the two of you could get away with it in the store.

It helped that it was a pretty private dressing room, considering the store was made just for the nobles, where it was just you and him.

Even the workers were far from earshot, attending to the other customers at the front.

But he didn't continue since he saw you enjoying your little date and didn't want to ruin your good mood.

It didn't help that you would ask him for help to put some of them on, though... Or take them off.

Besides, he has the whole night planned just for the two of you, and he's making sure no one would bother you two.

You hummed happily as you swung the bags in your arms, satisfied with your purchases.

"I'm surprised you agreed to go shopping with me, Will!" you mused as you turned to William, "Didn't you have a meeting later with everyone? Wouldn't you be late?"

William gave you a smile as he grabbed your hand, "The meeting was moved since some of the professors were out sick,"

"Is that so..." you trailed off, shrugging off his response.

William quietly chuckled, remembering the surprised expressions his comrades had when he said the meeting was canceled and assigned a new mission to everyone.

The manor was now empty until morning.

"Well, whatever! I can't wait to try these at home," you beamed, looking down at your new haul.

"Indeed," William agreed, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Sherlock Holmes

He never saw the appeal of the lingerie until he saw it on you.

Now, lace is his favorite thing on your body.

The first time he saw you in lingerie, it was like he shut down.

He didn't say a word, but his eyes were glued to you as he reached his hand out to you.

When you walked up to him, he eyed every inch of your body, engraving the image of you in his mind.

To him, you looked ethereal.

Like beauty personified.

When he did speak, it was soft and breathless, as if you rendered him speechless.

And when you did it, the sight of you in lingerie and covered in hickeys he left is now his favorite thing.

He gets more possessive whenever he sees you in lingerie.

And surprisingly more gentle and slow, wanting to enjoy every second of it.

Now, every time you buy a new set, he likes having a private fashion show.

When you bring him to a lingerie store, he is not embarrassed at all.

Hell, he'd even pick out a few things for you.

You can tell his compliments are genuine with how serious his expression is.

"Sherlock?" you called out, slowly walking up to him.

His eyes were completely wide as he looked at you.

"Sherl?" you called out again, but no response as he continued to stare at you.

You bit your lip as you covered yourself, feeling self-conscious wearing nothing but a bustier with matching underwear.

"Don't,"

"Huh?" Sherlock quickly grabbed your hands, pulling them down to your side.

"Don't hide it. You look beautiful," Sherlock breathed out, mesmerized by your outfit as his eyes slowly looked up at you.

You felt your face flush as you looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

"You're staring too much,"

"I disagree,"

Louis James Moriarty

You almost gave the man a heart attack.

He was not expecting to see you in lace and sheer one night after a long day of house chores.

Was it an unwelcomed surprise? No. Definitely not.

That night, he was just hoping to have some downtime with you after working the whole day.

So when he saw you by your dresser half-dressed putting on stockings, it was like the man turned into stone.

Minutes later, Louis came back and saw you in your robe, relieved to see he was okay.

His face became completely red when he remembered what happened and apologized for walking in on you.

Even though you forgave Louis, he's still scolding himself for liking what he saw.

What's more, his eyes would gaze over your robe when it would slip.

Explaining why he slammed his head on the table was interesting, to say the least.

So when you told Louis it was okay for him to look, he was still shy. But you would catch him stealing glances your way.

He tries to compliment you, say anything coherent for that matter. But he just mutters something while looking at the ground.

However, the moment he got more confident, his hands would not let you go.

Suddenly, he's fluent in dirty talk and knows just what to say to get you in the mood.

And he makes sure you know just how beautiful and alluring you looked that night.

"I truly apologize..." Louis muttered, a cold towel over his head as you chuckled, tying the robe tightly around your waist.

"Don't be. I'm just surprised," you reassured as you removed the towel, making Louis meet your eyes.

You weren't sure, but you swear you saw his eyes tracing your robe down to your chest.

His face turned completely red instantly, making him turn away.

You breathed out a smile as you hugged him tightly, kissing the top of his head.

"I'm really not mad, Louis!" you giggled, swaying side-by-side.

"Besides, that was for your eyes only, you know?" you grinned, making the man freeze as steam came out of his face as you snickered.

"Please don't tease me..."

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{Dreams}

How they picture their futures with their s/o?

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↬|William|

• He really wants to marry his s/o, move to a lovely town somewhere in England and raise a bunch of kids together. He dreams of taking his child(ren) to a park and playing tag with them and building a house and a garden with them.

• After his s/o managed to get through to him, he realised that he has someone who accepts him no matter what and that there is still some light in the world. He has a bit of hope for the first time in a long while.

• Maybe things won't go as badly as he always assumed they would. And if they do, he won't have to deal with them alone... not again.

• William is actually a very family oriented person, and he hopes in the future to have one or more of his own. He always dreamt of having children. However he can't imagine them being happy with the man he currently is. {"I can't have children. My children would hate me. I'm too broken to raise another human being. How can I protect and shape a soul when mine is so corrupted?"}

• But he knows that he can't do everything alone, and he knows that suicide won't be an option after getting together with this beloved ones. He'll do everything he can to make them happy and to make himself happy. He'll work hard to achieve his dreams just so he can spend the rest of his life at their side.

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↬|Albert|

• Albert pictures their future as one that's peaceful and quiet, filled with all the small, but meaningful interactions that make up a good life.

• Albert and his s/o share a drink in the afternoon, go out to eat at a cafe and watch a theatre performance. He'll listen to them gush about their day and show his appreciation for them through affectionate comments.

• He'll take part in a friendly debate or two with his lover, then settle in for a quiet night, with nothing but each other's company to keep them entertained.

• Albert is a hopeless romantic who believes in the true purity and magic of love. He's not afraid to admit it, and in the future, he would love to settle down and live in peace and happiness with his one true love who he believes is out there somewhere, waiting just for him.

• He also wants to be the head of a large and happy family, with his children growing up to be as kindhearted, honest, and strong as he is.

• Albert and his future s/o will lead a life full of love, happiness and adventure together. They'll be the head of a large and loving family, with lots of children who are as kindhearted, honest and brave as Albert is.

• They'll never want for anything, and even when hard times may come their way, they'll be able to get through it together. Albert and his s/o will face the world together, as partners, and nothing will ever tear them apart.

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↬|Louis|

• He envisions spending the rest of his life with his s/o, experiencing countless moments and memories with them, living in harmony and love.

• Louis’ future with his s/o involves not only their own happiness and fulfilment, but also the happiness and peace of others in their community.

• He imagines creating a loving and harmonious environment for them and everyone around them, one that’s absent of conflict and stress, where everyone can live peacefully and free from worry.

• Louis also visualises his and his s/o’s future selves to be well-adjusted individuals who are emotionally and intellectually stable, always striving to better themselves, helping one another and always working towards the betterment of their community.

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↬|Sebastian|

• Sebastian likes to fantasize that his eventual future would be living in a big mansion with his future s/o somewhere in the countryside.

• Sebastian imagines his future with his s/o to be full of excitement and adventure. He envisions them traversing the globe together, exploring exotic countries and cultures, and never staying in one place for very long.

• Their home away from home will be a luxury yacht that they use to travel from port to port, with their love for one another ever present. He looks forward to all the exciting memories they will make together and the new and unexpected experiences they will have.

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↬|Sherlock|

• Sherlock's ideal relationship seems to be one that involves a lot of banter and playful teasing. He loves the feeling of mutual trust and understanding. He would prefer a partner that is able to play off his wit and hold their own in a verbal duel.

• He wants someone sharp-witted and willing to do a bit of light-hearted arguing for the joy of it. He wants a partner to solve difficult cases with. He would like for his partner to be his equal (as Sherlock tends to struggle with a partner having any kind of authority over him), and he would also love for his partner to be independent.

• In his mind, he pictures them growing old together. They would continue solving cases, and Sherlock would spend most of his free time playing his violin.

• Sherlock can be very playful and light-hearted at times, especially when he is in his most relaxed state. He enjoys teasing people in general, but especially his partner.

• However, even as teasing and joking is a sign of affection for him, he also craves deep conversations to be able to understand and connect with his s/o on a more personal and meaningful level.

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↬|John|

• John, as usual, is a man of many ideas and emotions. He is a romantic and loves nothing more than daydreaming about his future with his partner.

• However, when reality comes knocking the good doctor finds himself a mess of contradictions. He is torn between wanting to settle down and having his own children, and wanting to go around in the world healing and saving as many people as possible.

• He wants nothing more than to be close to his partner, but he also doesn't want to burden them or get in the way of their dreams. His hopes for their future are like a messy pile of his notes and notebooks.

• John craves stability and consistency in his life, but he's rarely able to provide it for himself. He worries that his constant changes of career and hobbies will make his partner question their future together, though he also knows that he cannot and will not compromise on wanting to be with them.

• He struggles to find a middle ground between his desire for happiness and his desire for purpose. Deep down, though, all he really wants is to be able to wake up every morning, see their beautiful face next to him, and feel complete.

• John, in the end, tends to side with wanting a family of his own. But he isn't one to put his desires on his partner, and more so hopes that they will come to the decision on their own.

• He wants children someday, or so he believes, but only if it will make his S/O happy. He is deeply in love and is always happy to make his partner happy at the cost of his own happiness. In theory, anyway. When his partner is happy everything is good in the world. If he is happy is an afterthought.

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#𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎–[🍓] #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #william moriarty x reader #albert moriarty x reader #louis moriarty x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #john watson x reader #sebastian moran x reader

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Cat's Out of the Bag | Moriarty the Patriot

Summary: It looks like you've been rudely interrupted mid kiss with your (secret) lover. Suffice to say the situation is quite awkward...

Content: SFW. Sherlock being Sherlock. Jokes about some characters reading too much into the situation but there is no mature content going on. Please don't tag this as anything but SFW!

Characters: Sherlock, Louis, John

Notes: Let me kiss them on the foreheads please 🥺

Sherlock Holmes

Well, this is certainly surprising. Mycroft didn't suspect that his routine "wellness check" (code for his surprise paintball gun fights) would end up with him walking on his brother sharing kisses with a lady

(He was sure he told him to beware of women once...)

And really, in the living room of the flat for anyone to walk in on! It was as if Sherlock would show no shame in being caught (true)

But...Mycroft didn't remember any woman catching his little brother's eye. It seems that this was a well-kept secret indeed

"Sherly, if you are going to show your affections to a woman, there are appropriate places to do so. Out in the middle of the sitting room with the door unlocked is not one of them."

"What do you want?" Sherlock hissed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Why do you always have to show up at the most inopportune times?!"

"Because I care for you, Sherly," Mycroft answered with a smile. Then his gaze drifted over to you, your cheeks growing pink. "My apologies for not properly introducing myself. You may call me Mycroft. I am Sherly’s elder brother."

"No one asked, now get out," Sherlock huffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "You've spoiled the mood."

"Why didn't you inform me that you had a lover? You'll be needing all the advice I can spare if this relationship is to be maintained. Besides, do you even know basic biology?" Mycroft sighed, shaking his head. "You have a terrible habit of only absorbing information that interests you. It's to be assumed that you have no inclination of the topic of se–"

"All right, that's enough!" Sherlock exclaimed, leaping out of his seat and pushing his brother towards the door. "Please, my dear, darling older brother, do not come back without an invitation. Bye!"

And before Mycroft could formulate a witty response, the door was promptly shut in his face, locked with a key for good measure.

"...Sherlock?"

"Don't mind him. He's always this irritating." Sherlock huffed, returning to his spot beside you on the sofa. "I'm sorry if his visit resulted in embarrassment for you. Now you can imagine what I have to go through on a regular basis."

"Pesky older brothers," you laughed. "I suppose it's fortunate I don't have one of my own."

"Truly. If you did, I have a feeling that they'd be grilling me on my reasons for courting you. I don't need any more sibling drama than I have now."

"Well, at least he's gone now, right?"

"And hopefully he won't be back for a long while."

"I'm guessing his display just now is the reason you didn't tell him that we're together?"

"Precisely. Now, I'm afraid we'll have to be careful about him barging in again. He can be quite stubborn in that regard."

"It'll be alright," you said, placing your hand atop Sherlock's. "At least now we know what to expect."

"Well, next time he can 'expect' the nearest object being tossed at his head."

Even Sherlock gets so embarrassed you thought, smiling when you noticed the red tips of his ears. 

“You’re blushing,” you said, unable to resist the urge to tease him. It wasn’t often Sherlock got so flustered, after all.

“I am not.”

“You do realize that you scratch the back of your neck when you’re lying, right?”

Sherlock tsked, playfully rolling his eyes before pulling you into his arms. “You’ve picked up on too many of my tactics. You’ll pay for this!” Your laughter echoed throughout the flat as Sherlock tickled you mercilessly until you confessed to your ‘crime’.

However, a few kisses of recompense bribed your way out of a guilty sentence. Maybe that favoritism made Sherlock guilty, too, but he wasn’t opposed to the two of you being partners in crime. 

Louis Moriarty

Well, well, well. Who knew sweet and innocent Louis would be caught with lipstick stains on his face?

Moran knew he shouldn't be so delighted at the sight in front of him, but it was almost like...he was seeing a little brother become a man

Besides, Moran didn't count on any of the brothers having a secret relationship. To say this was a surprise was an understatement. Perhaps the others would like to know…

"Sorry, Louis. Was I interrupting something?" Sebastian asked, unable to hide his toothy grin.

"Just what on earth are you doing entering the room without knocking?!!" Louis' glasses weren't enough to hide the blush creeping on his face which grew more and more noticeable by the minute.

"Didn't think you'd be so busy," Moran replied, wriggling an eyebrow. "The evidence of the crime is all over you."

"There was nothing indecent going on here!" Louis his face in his hands, internally plotting a million ways to get rid of Moran without arousing suspicion.

"You shouldn't have to say so if that were the case."

"Moran!!!"

"Okay you two, calm down, all right?" you sighed, trying to salvage the last bit of decency between you and Louis. "If Moran came in here, he probably needs something from us. What can we help you with?”

"Well, I was just dropping by to say that the last mission we discussed is still on. William's already moving forward with the plan. However, if you also need me to get the manor empty for a while, let me know. I can pull a few strings."

"Whenever you speak with William again,” you said through gritted teeth, “can you ask him to teach me how to get away with murder?"

"Oh, that's quite a specific request. Care to elaborate?"

"I'll elaborate when I put you six feet below the ground, Sebastian."

Moran put his hands up in the air in surrender, though the grin never left his face. "I was just joking around. Besides, if Louis gets this embarrassed just kissing you, there's no way he'd be able to–"

Moran jumped as a knife whizzed past him and embedded itself into the wall.

"If you get so caught off guard just by running your mouth, there's no way you'd be prepared for a surprise attack by an enemy."

"Aaand would you look at that, it's half past tea time! Better go help the others with the details of the plan."

You didn't think you'd ever seen Moran run out of a room so quickly.

"Louis, please don't threaten him. I know he's an idiot sometimes but..."

"Nevermind him. Shall we continue where we left off?"

You blinked, taken aback by Louis' sudden boldness. "O-Oh. You...want another kiss?"

Louis' lips turned upwards in a wicked grin. "Put them where your lipstick will be visible. I want Moran to remember how he barely escaped this situation with his life."

John Watson

Oh, uh…huh. Sherlock didn’t think twice about bursting into his dear friend’s room to excitedly inform him of the success of his new experiment and ended up…well…seeing John mid kiss with a woman he’d never met before

He couldn’t help but stare slack-jawed, completely oblivious to the mortified expressions of his companion and “friend”

But Sherlock had seen far stranger things, so he was able to quickly regain his composure and snap back to his usual self

“John, you should have told me you were going to have a lady friend over! I would have made sure to stay out of the flat for a while.”

“N-No,” John stammered, his tanned face flushing, “I wouldn’t make you leave so that…I…”

“It’s quite all right to want some privacy! Kissing someone is a very intimate affair after all, and I’m not about to ruin my dear Watson’s chances at romance!”

“I–”

“So, whaddya think of John?” Sherlock asked you with a wink. “He’s quite the catch, isn’t he?”

“Sherlock! I thought you just said you were going to give us some privacy…”

“Oh, I agree,” you replied, leaving John and Sherlock wide-eyed at your honest confession. “To be honest, I didn’t expect John to be so…good at his craft.” You winked back at Sherlock, the two of you exchanging smiles. It seems you were already well on your way to gaining the detective’s approval.

“[Name]!” John cried, burying his face in your shoulder. “Don’t start teasing me, too.”

“But you’re so cute when your face turns all red~” you laughed, lifting up his chin with a finger. “Besides, I can tell you like the fact that I take the lead in this relationship.”

Poor John was going to end up as red as a tomato if you and Sherlock kept on like this.

“Well, I’ll be going now. I’ll return in a couple of hours–got some detective work to do and all. Enjoy your kissing. Goodbye!”

As soon as the door clicked shut, John breathed out a ragged sigh. “I was not expecting all this attention today.”

“Shy are we?”

“Please, I don’t know how much more my poor heart can take.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around John’s neck. “I’m sorry. You’re just so cute when you’re like this.”

John pouted his lips, pulling you in closer by your waist. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying that.”

“Then do.”

John’s eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes, silently asking for your permission. You answered his question with a nod and smile, and soon enough, his lips were back on yours, bringing you to a state of unending bliss, whispering sweet nothings reserved just for you.

“Yes,” he said against your lips, unable to hide his smile, “you are quite adorable, darling.”

#guess who's back (for now) :3 #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #louis moriarty x reader #john watson x reader

[fairy-writes]

last one! can i order a large latte for Louis from MTP? thank youuu!!!

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: Fluffy imagine with Louis from MTP

Word Count: 0.5k

Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Louis James Moriarty x Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Fluff, Reader is implied to be shorter than Louis

Notes: This is like… Post-Timeskip… So manga spoilers, I guess? I’ll try to keep them to a minimum. (I also haven’t finished the manga; I was reading it as chapters were coming out, but I forgot to keep up with it)

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“I have a question.” You say suddenly as you break apart a head of lettuce. Louis looks up from where he’s cooking over the stove, eyebrow raised. You are both preparing dinner for the rest of your friends to celebrate William’s return.

“Yes?” He replied, and you look up at the ceiling, suddenly feeling very foolish. You shouldn’t be second-guessing Louis… He has always been so sure of himself since William disappeared. And even before his elder brother disappeared, he was confident in his decisions. 

“Do you actually like me?” You say, more under your breath than anything, but Louis hears it. 

The ladle stirring the soup stops, and Louis turns to face you, crossing the space between you in a few long strides. He works the knife from your grasp and sets it beside the chopped lettuce, cradling your fingers in his palms. 

Your eyes are drawn to his scar, faded and pinkish. Ever since the Final Plan was put into action and William disappeared, Louis had pushed his hair out of his face and ditched his glasses, exposing the self-inflicted scar for the world to see. 

Louis grabs your attention by pressing a kiss to your knuckles and holding them to his chest. He looks serious. 

“My love, I mean this in the best of ways.” He starts, and you feel your heart skip a beat. Was he going to reject you? “But we’ve been together for three years. We are getting married next year. I plan to spend the rest of my life with you. What the hell do you think?”

At that, you can’t help but laugh. Tears well up and overflow.

“Sorry.” You say, voice cracking and he pulls you into a hug.

“I’m sorry, love. I’ve been neglecting you. With Brother’s return, I haven’t been paying attention to you, and I can tell you’re hurting.” He says, and you huff out another dry laugh.

“What kind of partner am I if I can’t handle you planning a simple dinner?” You reply and feel him press a kiss to your temple. 

It isn’t long before you both return to your respective duties, working like a well-oiled machine to finish dinner preparations in record time. You leave Louis to set the table while you gather everyone who is waiting in the parlor. Just before you enter the room to let everyone know that dinner is ready, you slip on your engagement ring. 

It’s a simple gold band engraved with Louis’s initials. His has your initials engraved on the inside as well. Because it’s a reminder that you’ll always have a part of him and his love with you. And vice versa. 

You open the parlor door with a smile that stretches wider at Moran’s loud complaint of, “It’s about time!” 

“If you’ll follow me to the dining room, we can begin dinner.” You say, twisting the ring around and around your finger. 

You were silly to have doubted your fiancé. You knew he loved you fiercely. And you loved him just as intensely in return. 

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[moriartyluver]

May I request William as a father hcs? Preferably to a quiet prodigy son as the oldest and a spoiled rotten sassy daughter as the youngest🤭 (also Albert and Louis as uncles to them if that’s not too much💕)

A/N: I wasn’t sure if this was a platonic character x child! Reader request so I just decided on making it a William x reader and they have two children too. Thank you for your request btw! I love father! Liam smmm

(Also in terms of the timeline, I’m thinking the first son would be born before liam “died” and then the daughter would be born when he returned.)

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem!Reader

Format: headcannons

Genre: fluff

Prompt: William as a father of a quiet son and a spoilt but cute daughter headcannons

Warnings: Reader is female, reader is William’s wife, reader takes William’s last name, reader has a similar personality to William but can be a bit spoiled and competitive (mostly when she was younger though. She’s not implied to be unkind dw), Reader is a prodigy in a more literary and philosophical sense , mentions of childbirth & children, cursing, some nsfw themes. THE TIMELINE ISNT ACCURATE

When (sons name) was born, both you and William were ecstatic. You both weren’t planning on having any children but when you both found out that you were pregnant, you had no objections to keeping the child.

He was such a peaceful child even as a baby. You could tell he took after his father a lot but in terms of looks, he looked like a genderbent you but with scarlet eyes just like his father’s.

I think William would be a pretty gentle parent but also quite disciplined. He loves you and his children more than anything in the world and he tried his best to show it despite being quite busy and (unintentionally) emotionally distant. He wants his children to grow up in a loving environment that he never had but will be strict if it’s for the sake of their safety.

Everyone in Team Moriarty adored your son. Jack would often comment on how similar he was to William when he was a child, sometimes calling him “little will” just like he did for your husband except it would be his own nickname instead of ‘Will’

Moran would also play card games with the young boy, (even though he was barely tall enough to look him in the eye as he knelt down) and would usually lose. James would often tease him for his inability to win against a toddler.

James really liked playing dress up with him, even though (sons name) would usually get all pouty when James tried to put make up on him but he was happy when your daughter came along, as she was a lot more fond of dress up games (but I’ll get onto that later)

Your son probably got along best with Fred due to their shared quiet nature. He had taken a special interest in the flowers in the garden and would often go and talk to Fred about how he would grow them and their different meanings.

It didn’t take either you or William long to realise that your son was a prodigy (who had especially taken a liking to the sciences) just like you two. Instead of playing outside or socialising with other children his age, he would stay in the library or William’s office while he worked silently and read whatever he could get his hands on, whether it be a fairy tale (which he had gotten tired of by the time he turned 3) or a book on philosophical concepts that he found on your desk

William once caught his son trying to mark his own papers and he didn’t even do anything incorrectly either.

“(Son’s name)? What have I said about being in my office while I’m not there?..wait are you-?”

“I’m marking your papers for you, father.” (He spoke very politely and had a wide vocabulary despite his young age) he held up his red crayon to show him “I noticed you didn’t have much of one to spend with Mother recently so I wanted to give you some free time to enjoy yourselves so I can have a little brother or sister .”

William blinked and got a bit flustered at the comment about his son wanting a younger sibling but was more focused on the fact that his 3 year old was marking advanced mathematics papers. He picked up one of the papers and looked through all the corrections. “Not a single mistake..”

“Of course there are. He got only 69% on the test after all,” his son said, thinking he was referring to the paper “You really should be checking on some of your students..now may you please go make a little sister, or brother but preferably sister, with mother?”

It was only natural that you’d have an incredibly intelligent son with a quiet personality, he took after both of you. His parents were some of the smartest people of the century ,after all.

Once the two of you noticed his abnormal intelligence that seemed to be even grander than either of yours, you both decided to give him more resources to aid his brain development. He would tend to understand material fairly easily and often got bored of the childrens textbooks you would give him.

If Sherlock ever met your son, probably post time skip, he would constantly point out how intelligent he was and although your son would find his attitude occasionally ridiculous, he would soon become very close to him, even referring to him as ‘uncle sherly’ which annoyed Louis a little. They’d do science experiments together and Sherlock would take him under his wing, teaching him everything he would ever want to know.

Your son was only a about 4 years old when his younger sister was born, who you originally thought would have to be raised by only her mother, and he was quite happy about her, despite asking for confirmation on his theory of how babies were made whenever he saw his baby sister.

“Mother, did you and father have s-“

“(Sons name)! Who taught you that?!”

“…the biology textbook..also Mr Moran might have had some involvement in my extended knowledge..”

Safe to say that Moran wasn’t allowed to babysit again.

As for your youngest daughter…she could certainly be a handful..

She had taken after her father quite a bit, but with slightly younger and more feminine features. She had your eyes though which complimented her pretty blonde hair. Even as a baby, she was incredibly beautiful and people would often tell you that whenever they met her.

She grew up a lot more spoilt than her older brother. Not because either of you favoured her more, but it was mostly because (daughter’s name) required a lot more attention than her brother who was alright with peace and quiet to read his science books in.

James would often dress the little girl up in pretty clothes that he would insist on buying her, Moran was very fond of her too, Fred would give her flowers to put in her bedroom, Jack would offer to a babysit and would treat her like his own granddaughter.

Sherlock would sometimes compare her to James’ previous us identity as Irene Adler due to her cunning behaviour (she was very good at getting whatever she wanted) honestly he was kinda scared of her, but would hope that she would grow into a girl like yourself some day.

She was on a similar intelligence level to her brother but could get jealous at his achievements if she felt insecure. Sometimes she felt as though she didn’t fit in as much with the rest of her family but both you and William would remind her that it was okay to be different and she gave personality to what would otherwise be a quiet and slightly boring family.

(Daughters name) grew up to be quite competitive with her brother and other people she knew. She had a fairly sarcastic and spoilt personality, a lot more extroverted than you, your son or William. At parties, she would be well liked and she made friends a lot easier than her brother would. Although she could come off as rude, she was very kind at heart and you and the rest of your family all knew that.

William also had the tendency to shower her in affection and spoil her with gifts, but he made sure to raise her in a way that she wouldn’t forget her own privilege and treat those less fortunate than her as inferior, which she surprisingly had no issues in understanding and would often stand up for those of the lower class.

Bonus headcannons for Louis and Albert as uncles

Albert would be like the rich wine aunt trope. As your children grew up, he would spoil both of them with expensive gifts, for your daughter it would be dresses, make up, dolls and other things she liked whereas your son would receive microscopes and up to date science equipment.

With your children, he would tell them stories of William in his youth and if he had known you for long, he would do the same for you.

If your children ever asked about how the two of you met, trust Albert to give them a long ass romance story about your relationship from the start, when the two of you met, to present day where you were both just as in love as ever.

I feel like he’d get along with both children equally as well. With your daughter, he could be a bit more fun and a slight gossip about which nobles were doing what. As I said earlier, he’d shower both children with gifts but especially your daughter who could be very materialistic sometimes. He’d try to keep her in check though, as he didn’t want her to turn out like his younger biological brother.

With your son, he would be more of a listener to what he had to say. An easy way to make the quiet kid to come out of his shell was to mention anything about a subject that he would be hyper-fixating on and boom 💥 he’s blabbering on about it for at least an hour while all Albert has to do is sit and listen while he drinks his wine. His knowledge astounded him more than William’s did when he was his age, which was very difficult indeed. While you were a literary and philosophical prodigy, and William was a maths prodigy, your son had more knowledge than most scientists of the era.

Your children both really liked uncle Albert, especially when they grew into teenagers. Your daughter would always smile with glee whenever she got presents from him and your son would often come home and ask his father for confirmation on the stories his uncle had told him. They’re only issue with staying with him was that he was a terrible cook and everything he made would either be burnt or undercooked, no in between.

Louis as an uncle would be a lot more serious than any other adults that the siblings would interact with. He was very loving too but would show it in other ways.

Your daughter was a fairly picky eater, and sometimes you would worry for her because of it. Louis was surprisingly tolerant of this though and would ask her for her favourite dishes so he could cook them for her alongside the meals she didn’t tend to like as much, which she was incredibly grateful for.

Louis really liked your son too, mainly because of how nostalgic he made him feel. The quiet boy would remind him of William when he was a child. The same looks of excitement when they found new pieces of information, the protective nature over their younger siblings, their intelligent personalities. They were almost carbon copies of each other.

Louis was very protective of the kids. If Sherlock ever came home after a day of teaching (sons name) science experiments and how it could tie into detective work, Louis would frown and drag the boy away as he said goodbye to uncle sherly, then clean him up and ask him if Sherlock had been reckless with him, which your son would deny.

If your daughter was ever criticised for her big ego or given subtle remarks about her looks, it is on sight!!! Louis would not hesitate to get into a fist fight for the sake of his niece and nephew.

If you ever needed someone to babysit, Louis is the best option. He would be able to take care of your kids better than you and William could take care of them.

He also noticed that your son took after William in terms of his strange eating habits but he didn’t mind. Oh he want tomato shortcake with chocolate and sausage icing? Why the fuck not? He’ll make it in seconds. William wouldn’t have a problem with it and would just remain 😊 while you would try not to throw up at the sight.

Overall, both of the uncles absolutely adore their niece and nephew and protect them with their lives. Nobody would ever even look at the kids funny and remain in one piece afterwards.

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[iam-justhere]

I feel like I should have done Louis before I did Sherlock but I finally did Louis. I’m very tempted on re watching Moriarty the Patriot when I have the time but I so wish that Louis has more screen time. Though if he has more appearances in the manga please let me know I’ve yet to get my hands on the manga. Hope you guys have a good day drink some water I would say don’t stay up till 12 am reading fan fics but I’m guilty of that too. If you peeps have any drawing suggestions please let me know I’m open to requests as long as it isn’t nsfw.

#art #traditional art #william moriarty x reader #albert moriarty #fanart #louis moriarty #moriarty the patriot #female artists #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #william moriarty #black and white #drawing #drawing pen #louis moriarty x reader #moriarty x reader

[imvriix]

I just recently got into Moriarty and I'm am HOOKED

If your reqs are still open; hcs of the Moriarty brothers with artist s/o? Like first meeting and such

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𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔶 .

summary ;; — the moriarty brothers had no major or significant interest in art, until yours spoke to them personally.

featuring + contains ;; — the moriarty trio with artist! gn! so, ( seperate ) house husband louis, first meeting scenario for william and albert.

a/n ;; — i enjoyed writing this way more than i thought i would.

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— william moriarty

he found art interesting, though he didn't pursue it as a hobby himself.

what he enjoyed about it was analysing the peice, thinking of what had inspired the artist and what the meaning and story of the art was, finding this out through the various forms of symbolisation. this was how he became a fan of yours.a small gallery had opened up in town, and he had time to spare, leading him to the doors of the building.

after admiring some of the works hung up, he eventually found one specific piece that caught his attention immediately.he found it mesmerising, every small flick and detail added more and more tension in the drawing, forcing the one looking at the art to feel certain ways. including him.

he analysed it for ages, but it told so many different stories. it was the work of a genius, and he was shocked for feeling so strongly due to a peice of art.

and before he knew it, the gallery shut down for the night. he spent more of his time than he would've preferred due to wracking his brains to figure out what made this art differ to the many other peices. he looked at the corner and memorised the small signature, vowing to return and hunt down more of your works.

he came back again, hoping to see more, and he did. he wasnt sure how each seemed even better than the ones he'd see before them, but it surprisingly sparked pure interest in him. you were walking through the gallery when you had stopped to watch someone stare blankly at a work of yours. he was unblinking and unmoving, reminding you of a statue. perhaps you could use that as an idea for your next work.

silently, you walked to stand next to him and stare at the peice before the two of you as well. " caught your interest? " you asked, smiling as he nodded, his eyes never wandering from what was in front of him, " i found a work made by this artist yesterday and i spent the whole day looking at it, im glad they have more in the gallery. "

" hm? what makes it so interesting? " you suppressed a laugh, " it tells more than one story and actually provokes emotion in the person admiring the peice, it has no set intention of the true meaning of the artwork, leaving it up to the admirer to deside. "

" and am i to asume that you are the said admirer? " you asked as he smiled, side eyeing you, " i suppose you could. "

" im glad to have an admirer then. im y/n l/n. " you introduced, smirking as his eyes widened and his head finally turned towards you. the small signature on the work sure did look like it said y/n. after a few seconds of processing this, he smiled, " william moriarty. its a pleasure to meet the one behind these drawings. " he said as you crossed your arms and laughed lightly, " and its a pleasure to meet my first admirer as well. "

he was surprised when he saw a charcoal drawing of a statue holding a miniature earth in its hands, the statue staring intently at the world as the multiple eyes on the earth stared back, lines drawn from under his hair while being attached to the mini earth. he admired this concept rather than being surprised by it, but what surprised him was the statue looking like him, though you left out some details to not make it as obvious to the average admirer.

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— louis moriarty

he's a total clean freak and has an unhealthy obsession with committing himself to house chores.

this was never a big problem for either of you, you were happy with working and he was happy with devoting himself to house work. you also didnt really mind him going through your things in order to tidy up, you had nothing to hide from him anyways. you werent a messy person, you were considered pretty neat actually, but louis just doesn't get any sleep at night if he doesnt go over everything in the house two times. but it made him happy, so you didn't care much.

due to you working till late and him refusing to sleep without you in his arms, he often woke up after you left for work. he preferred to be awake to atleast make you breakfast or something, but whenever you did, you pushed him back into bed, tucked him into the sheets and kissed his forehead, all while telling him to get a few more hours of sleep.

a lot of the time, you got ready way earlier than you actually needed to, giving you some extra time to wake yourself up and prepare for the day ahead. one of your favourite things to do in order to do that was draw. more specifically, usually your husband.

you had gotten yourself a small sketchbook a while back, you were always fond of sketching whatever little thing that caught your eye, and louis was very, extremely cute while he slept. his hair was messy and he was almost always curled up and balled up the sheet to use as your replacement when you werent there with him.

you werent sure if you should feel creepy for watching and drawing him while he slept, but he was so pretty that you just couldnt resist sketching him out every once in a while. you would draw other things, like small bits you remembered from dreams, flowers you saw while you were out, etc.

you were off work for a day due to being ill, you just decided to rest and enjoy not being at work while you could. after eating the soup louis had made for you, you fell asleep in his gentle embrace, and soon after, he did as well. he woke up a couple hours later, his arm protectively curled around you as you tried to escape the shivers going through your body by hiding in his chest. he yawned sleepily, gently kissing your forehead as he slowly sat up.

he let you catch up on your energy and decided to clean the room. you hadn't bothered with it much since you felt too sick to ever sit up properly without collapsing back onto the mattress. while sorting through your desk, he saw a small book in one of the drawers. the pages threatened to crease, so he opened it and smoothed the pages out properly.

he was surprised to be met with multiple drawings, most sketches in pencil and some in ink. he didnt know you drew as a hobby, he flipped through the pages as he took in every small drawing. he was even more surprised to find some of himself.

you were calm about him finding your sketchbook, but you didnt know why he seemed so surprised, both at the facts like you could draw in the first place and that he never knew.

even more that you drew him.

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— albert moriarty

the weather was nice and he didnt have much to do, so he decided to walk around town and enjoy the nice, sunny weather. what he didnt expect was to find someone mindlessly and passionately scribbling away on paper, looking up every so often to try and copy what you saw.

he slightly peeked over and saw you faintly yet quickly drawing shapes to try and get an accurate sketch of the scenery first. he wondered if he should go and talk to you, he didnt have anything else to do anyways. he walked towards you and sat next to you on the bench.

you looked up from the paper on your knees, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear. he smiled at you, you tried to return it although you were confused, " im sorry, do i know you?.. " you asked, hesitantly. he shook head, " no, i was just curious of what you were drawing. " he said as you nodded, " im just drawing this place, although it does look a bit all over the place at the moment. i like to do a quick messy sketch before actually neatening it up and adding details. " you explained as he nodded.

you seemed to know what you were doing, he noted, so he asked, " do you draw a lot? " you smiled gently," yes, its one of my hobbies. though im a bit impatient at first, " you looked at the messy sketch on the paper, " i mostly enjoy taking my time after the sketch is done with and i can actually turn it into a proper drawing. "

" i dont blame you for drawing this part of town in particular, the weather seems ro brighten it up and bring it back to life. " he carried on with the conversation, " yes, thats the reason i felt like i had to capture the moment. it looks much more alive, but i suppose it must be having a bigger impact on me because im from a different city. "

his eyes widened slightly as you returned to drawing, " you arent from here? " he asked as you shook your head, biting your lip in concentration, " no, ive moved here so i can live a bit closer to my family and actually make a living off of my art. "

" so you're that passionate about it. " he realises, sitting back and enjoying your company, " im not good at many other things, the only thing i excel at is art, so thered be no point in pursuing a career in anything but. " "it seems like you've been sitting here for some time now, why not join me at a café? " he asked as you smiled, " of course. " you accepted, putting away your pencil and tucking your sketchbook into your bag.

he stood up and outstretched his hand towards you, which you accepted.

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[beneathashadytree]

Hi again! May I request for the 2K followers event a smut piece with Louis Moriarty with

Prompts: 40, 55 and 70 (Reader saying 40 and Louis saying 55 and 70)

Thank you!

MESSY - LOUIS MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : lots of kisses, mutual masturbation, blowjob, mild ball play, almost-fingering (m!receiving), cum swallowing, facial, mild cum play, no power dynamics I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : smut (but they’re so in love)

Word count : 0.9K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! I really liked the prompts you chose, and kudos to you for giving me a chance to make this reader pretty bold! Really hope you like this 💗

Prompts : “Let's just have sex instead.” “I'II go gentle. Though, we can always change that.” “Your face is a mess... a very pretty mess.”

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Stumbling in the hallway amidst their passionate kiss, they could barely keep themself upright, let alone notice that they were now dangerously close to the ballroom. With a shudder and a squeeze of his eyes shut as though to bring himself to his senses, Louis was the one to pull them apart.

Clearing his throat, he managed to say, “We should probably head back inside.” Though it was the right thing to do, they could tell from his darkened crimson eyes that it was the last thing he wanted—and that fact alone was enough to embolden them.

“Or,” they thoughtfully offered, entwining their hand with his, “Let's just have sex instead.”

A faint blush bloomed on his pale cheeks. “Darling, I don’t think—“

“Don’t think.” They shook their head at him, earnest eyes trained on his warring expression. “Just feel. What do you feel?”

“I feel like… I need to have you,” he admitted, the redness on his cheeks growing deeper. “Now, preferably.”

“Then come with me.” And with little to no forewarning, they pulled him along by the hand, running down the hallways like a pair of youth with nothing to worry about.

Finally, it was Louis who pushed the door to his room and sent them both stumbling back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and hurried hands and needy kisses, amidst wildly thumping hearts and rampant emotions. They could never get enough of this man, and it seemed that both their body and soul were in agreement.

When they’d pulled away with a clear enough head to find themselves both equally stripped of their clothing and his hand between their legs, they were met with Louis’ ever-so-tender gaze. Something in them snapped, and they decided that they wanted nothing more now than to please him.

With an adoring smile of their own, they began to press soft kisses down his neck, trailing down to his exposed chest and the taut muscles of his abdomen. When they were close enough to where he was so impatiently awaiting their touch, they pressed diverting kisses to his hipbones, something that had his cock jumping eagerly against his skin.

“Someone’s eager,” they chuckled, before taking that as an invitation to suckle on his tip, already weeping so much pre-cum at nothing but their soothing kisses all over his body.

He groaned at the very first contact of their lips on him, before steadying his breathing enough to say, “How can I not be, when you look at me like that?” The vibrations of their laugh against his cock had pleasure tingling down his spine, as they took him even further into their mouth and coaxed a moan of their name from him, and a promise. “I'II go gentle. Though, we can always change that.”

They pulled him out long enough to mumble, “Whatever you want, my love,” before taking him in once again into their sinful mouth. So warm and wet, they took him so perfectly that it had him fighting the urge to arch his back off the bed. Their tongue swirled expertly around his tip, sucking on him like it was their favorite thing to do.

Deft hands found their way down to fondle with his balls, cupping his weight in their palm and alternating their gentle massage between them. It was his favorite thing, they’d learned; having himself played in every way was always the best way to get him to grow numb with pleasure.

It seemed like it was taking everything in Louis to not thrust up into their mouth, and glancing at him only served to make them whine around his cock. He truly was an angelic vision of ruin; his blonde hair splayed under his head, crimson eyes blown wide with sheer lust, his lips swollen from biting them in an attempt to hold back his desperate moans, and his cheeks rosy.

All it took was a daring circling of their wandering finger to his tight rim of muscles, and he was already pulsing in their mouth, before shooting his load down their throat. They pulled him out of their mouth with a wet pop, and their palm coaxed more cum from his heavy balls.

Ropes of his release landed on their face, and the sight alone had Louis swearing expletives as he scrambled to sit upright. The look in his eyes was predatory, to say the least, and being the target of it had the warmth in their core swelling, and their thighs crossing tighter in hopes of some much-needed friction.

“Your face is a mess... a very pretty mess.” His fond smile somehow making the moment feel all the more intimate, despite the vulgarity of it all. “I’ll wipe it all off, then you must let me return the favor, alright?”

Before he can make well on his promise, they wiped off some of his release with their index finger, and stuck into their mouth to suck it clean with a hum of satisfaction. Louis’ eyes darkened, and his cock grew harder at the sight. At that moment, he swore to himself that he would not be returning back to the party without making his lover climax with his mouth and filling them up twice, at the very least.

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[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

Sc𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 {𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘑. 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺}

A/N: in desperate need of requests I am running out of inspiration fr because I literally took a piece of my new book and made it a Louis ff just to upload something

Trigger warnings: mentions of death,

Pairings: Louis x f!reader

"I don't understand why we have to do this." Louis rolled his eyes and looked at you.

"John wrote this as a present for our wedding, my love. It would be a shame not to read it, don't you think?"

You and Louis had gotten married last week and even though you had decided not to receive any presents from guests, John had been a sweetheart and given you a small book he had written about you and Louis.

At first Louis had been quite dismissive about the whole thing, John was Sherlock's friend after all and it was common knowledge he didn't trust Sherlock. But the small book looked so inviting and after giving it a lot of thought it would be a huge shame if he didn't read it to you.

So after you two made yourselves comfortable in front of the lit fireplace, cups filled with the tea Louis had made, your husband began reading.

She was quiet during the entire walk to Louis's estate and the young man knew exactly why. Whoever had heard the commotion outside was now staring at them. The curious and hungry stares of the remaining residents of the village followed them all the way to the cemetery. But Louis was too happy to care, his chest puffed out and filled with pride and joy. 

  (Y/n)’s hold on his upper arm grew stronger the moment they entered the cemetery and after stealing a glance to make sure she was alright, Louis caught her removing her black glove and placing it over her nose. 

  There was a chilling sense of solitude that followed them. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old bones. The only sounds that echoed through the night were the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant hoot of an owl. (Y/n)'s grip on Louis's arm tightened, as though she was afraid to let go in case she lost him. But despite the eerie atmosphere, there was an underlying sense of romance between them. The moonlight danced off the headstones, casting a silvery hue over their faces.

  (Y/n)’s gaze was fixed on the path ahead as though she was fearful of what might be lurking in the darkness. They used to play in the cemetery when they were children but as time passed and they grew up, the fear of death took over them. (Y/n) stole a glance at Louis. She saw the determination in his eyes. He was determined to protect her from any harm and she felt a wave of warmth spread through her chest.

  As they delved deeper into the cemetery, the chill in the air grew heavier as the rain ceased. (Y/n) closed her umbrella and took around and saw that they had entered the mausoleums area. It was as if the dead were watching them, waiting for them to make a wrong turn and get lost in the maze of tombstones and headstones. But Louis led them safely through the desolate landscape.    

  The cemetery had never been this full before. But with the disease…

  They suddenly heard the sound of soft sobbing. As if it was by instinct, Louis took hold of (Y/n)’s hand. The moment they turned left, following the path the mausoleums made, they saw a woman kneeling, her back towards them, at a grave in between two mausoleums. The sound of her weeping echoed through the cemetery, making the air feel heavy and thick. (Y/n) felt a lump form in her throat at the sight of the woman grieving over her husband's grave. She turned to Louis, her heart pounding in her chest. But before she could say anything, he put a finger to his lips, signalling her to be quiet. They stood there in silence, listening to the woman's sobs.

  But it seemed as if the moment they approached her, the woman’s weeping only grew louder and got more intense. At the thought of that woman being her kneeling over Louis’s grave, she felt a tinge of fear growing inside her. But when Louis’s hand found hers again and gave it a gentle squeeze, she felt her fear subside. 

  Sensing that someone was watching her, the woman's sobbing stopped and she spoke in a low, raspy voice. “What are you two doing here?” She turned to face them, her eyes were red and puffy with tears. She was dressed in tattered clothes and her hair was dishevelled.  "This is not a place for the living. You must leave now.”

  (Y/n) took a small step back, trembling slightly. Louis placed a protective hand on her shoulder, but his dark blue eyes never left the woman. “We're just passing through, ma'am. We didn't mean to cause any disturbance.” 

  The woman scowled at them, “Passing through? This place is not for passing through. It's for the dead. You have no business here.” Her eyes narrowed.

  “We didn’t mean to disturb you.” (Y/n) pushed herself to smile kindly at the woman. “We are terribly sorry for your loss.” But the woman didn’t speak. She just turned around and continued sobbing, rocking her body back and forth. The grip on (Y/n)’s shoulder tightened as Louis pulled her closer to him and began walking again.

  The woman’s sobs and occasional screams followed them all the way to the exit of the cemetery and the young couple continued to hear her even when they reached the water fountain. The sculpture of four women dancing in a circle stood in the middle of the fountain.  

"Why did you stop?" You tilted your head and took a sip from your tea.

"I would never stop in front of a weeping woman at a cemetery, especially when having you with me. She could be dangerous."

"It's a fictional scary story Louis." You rolled your eyes.

"Don't care..."

A/n: it's short and ugly and I am more than sorry

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[pinkluhvv]

Heyo! I saw you asking for requests! If it is alright, may I request play hide and seek with James bonde or Louis from Moriarty the patriot? With a gn reader please?

Thank you so much! I hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Hide-and-Seek

MTP

James Bonde & Louis James Moriarty

[ I wrote it with romance in mind, but I guess you can read it as platonic, though there’s some kissing but no actual confirmation of a relationship ]

[ hide-and-seek together ]

[ gender neutral reader ]

ah thank you, by the way, I hope I’ve done these two justice, I tried. :)

Louis James Moriarty

Louis wanted to give up.

He’d counted to one-hundred and now was struggling to find you, where have you gone? He doesn’t know.

He searched almost every room twice, maybe three times, or four. He was reluctant to entertain your idea of playing hide-and-seek to begin with. He thought he’d be hiding first, but no, you wanted to hide. You were too convincing.

He’s walked around the mansion way too many times to count, occasionally, he’d hear a giggle come from somewhere and then he wouldn’t find you, proof you were moving hiding spots more often.

Louis stopped mid-step noticing a door that had cracked open when he walked by, his head twisting in the direction of the door, he squinted his eyes and he could swear he could see a pair of [e.color] eyes staring through the darkened room. The giggle that came from behind the door as it closed again provided his mind with an answer that he’d won.

He stepped over and cracked open the door, your body pressed against the door as he pushed it open, your laughs having given away your position in the end. You jumped out at Louis, he didn’t look fazed by your “scare” already knowing you were in here by your obvious laughs.

“Come on! Let’s go again!” You said jumping and grabbing his wrist to drag him back to the front door where they started, but before you were able to pull him away he pulled you back into him, pressing his lips to your forehead and holding you there for a minute.

“Lou...is?” He let out a hum over her skin when you hesitantly spoke his name. “What are you doing…?” You asked, watching as Louis pulled away from the kiss he left on your forehead, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him, ignoring your questions.

“Come on. We’ll play again.”

James Bonde

Why was he so good at this?

You had asked yourself that multiple times as you stalked around your home, determined to find James. This had started as an innocent game of hide-and-seek, but last round he thought it’d be funny to pour a cup of water on you while you were hidden away in the shower.

Damn that man.

Now it was simply for revenge, bursting into random rooms and even taking a trip to the basement—which only proved to worsen your mood, as a result of a spider intruding. He really had no care, he’d have had to hear the scream you let out when you came face-to-face with the spider. Just thinking of it gets you shivering.

You froze, a grin spreading across your mouth as you spotted a head of familiar blonde hair peeking up above a table only slightly. You were careful not to be loud as you tiptoed to the table, you counted to yourself… 1… 2… and 3!

You jumped across the table, your head peeking in front of his upside down, he only slightly jumped before a smile you knew all too well crossed his face and he was quick to escape, sliding away and running down a hall. You got off the table with a huff and began to run after him, catching up to him and tackling him to the ground, now lying on his back underneath you.

“..haha!~ Gotcha.” You spoke in a cocky tone, but your smile fell whenever he didn’t look as surprised as you had hoped, in almost a split second your positions were flipped, James’ body above you know.

“Or do I have you?” He inquired, his head cocking to the side before he leaned down and pressed his nose to yours. For a moment you thought he would’ve kissed you.

“Ah-ah~” With a shake of his finger he climbed off of you, leaving you lying on the floor as red as a tomato.

Well played, James. Well played.

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[joanquill]

Valentine's Day Headcanons

How the Moriarty brothers and Sherlock ask their significant other to be their Valentine's and how they would spend the day with them.

Albert, William, Louis James Moriarty, and Sherlock Holmes

Albert James Moriarty

The day Albert was planning to ask you to be his Valentine, you were out on a mission.

Ever the opportunist, he took the chance to surprise you when you came home.

When you entered the manor, the entrance was lit with romantic candlelight, rose petals on the ground, and Albert holding a bouquet of roses as soft music played.

Albert happily showed you what he had prepared for your evening.

The dining room had a table decorated, sporting candles and flowers in the middle. It even had neatly folded napkins, as if you were in a high-end restaurant.

The bathroom even had a bathtub filled with bubbles and scented candles.

By the end of dinner, he asked you to be his Valentine, which you happily agreed to.

He definitely has something grand planned for the occasion.

Unfortunately, some nobles started making their move, making you and Albert work on a mission.

Nothing says romance like hunting down corrupt nobles <3

Luckily, you two finished before the end of the day and had time for Albert's plans for Valentine's.

It might be weird to see you two run towards the train station while laughing, but you both didn't care and were relieved to catch the last train.

The rest of the trip went smooth sailing... if you ignore the fact that you forgot to pack some essentials.

Nothing a shopping trip couldn't fix.

Either way, it was a Valentine's you couldn't forget.

William James Moriarty

I think William's way of asking would be either of the two, simple and sweet, or a full-on treasure hunt... or both!

He will ask you on a library date inside the manor to unwind and relax for the afternoon.

The only thing is, the book you picked had a note inside.

It was a riddle, and you could tell at first glance it was William's little game.

You looked for him and saw him acting innocent as he read his book in his nook.

You playfully rolled your eyes as you played along to his game, making William hide his smile as he tried to focus on his book.

Each clue was filled with memories and inside jokes only the two of you shared, leading you to the last clue, which only told you to turn around and answer a question.

You did as it said and saw William holding a basket of lilies and your favorite things.

He asked you to be his Valentine's, and you happily said yes.

On the day, you and William visited Durham University and enjoyed the sights and date spots his students happily suggested.

While you two enjoyed the day, you didn't expect avoiding his students to be a side quest.

You also heard some of them joking about catching their professor on a date, hoping he would heed their advice.

Good thing William came prepared with disguises.

As the sun was about to set, William led you to the university, letting you guess what his last surprise was.

While sneaking into Durham University to use the observatory for stargazing was not one of your guesses, it was definitely a delightful experience.

Louis James Moriarty

He practiced asking you in person countless times in front of the mirror.

How to approach you, making sure he was saying it right, not fumbling in his words, and asking you confidently.

In the morning, he tried to approach you, but he either backed out at the last minute, you two were busy with chores, or someone else was in the room.

He tried to ask again at lunch while you were preparing the food, but Master Jack entered the kitchen, offering a helping hand.

Night came, and Louis was practically defeated.

But he settled in leaving you an extra treat during dinner to ask you instead.

It didn't help his nerves when you sat beside him at the dinner table, though.

As Louis prepared everyone's desserts, you had an extra small plate of elegant chocolate-covered strawberries with chocolate syrup writing: "Will you be my Valentine's?"

In shock, you looked at Louis, who was facing away from you as he gave everyone their dessert.

You smiled as you waited for him to finish.

As Louis gave the last dessert, he hurriedly over to his spot, trying to avoid your gaze as he sat down.

You softly tugged his sleeve and whispered yes, making Louis freeze up as he tried to settle down his burning face.

Fortunately, everyone thought he just had too much to drink that night.

For Valentine's Day, Louis prepared a cozy date for you two to enjoy in the manor. (his brothers made sure no one would bother you two on the day)

Cooking together, making chocolate, trying new recipes, dancing while no one's looking, reading books, snuggling under the covers, and just spending the whole day together sums up your Valentine's.

Sherlock Holmes

Romance isn't exactly this man's forte.

You were walking to 221B Baker Street as Sherlock asked you, but you were surprised to see no one was there.

You carefully walked up to their flat and saw the surprise on the table.

He will most likely leave a real human heart in a glass container with a card saying: "Will you be my Valentine's?" to ask you.

How is it still beating in there? You will never know.

But hey, at least he's got the spirit!

When you check the card, you see it had instructions to open a specific drawer.

Debating whether to ignore or follow along and be greeted by a human brain, you complied and opened the drawer carefully.

Inside were paper iris flowers, a small teddy bear, chocolates, and a pen with another card written Yes and No on it.

You circled yes.

You found out he, John, and Miss Hudson were hiding nearby, unsure how to face you if you didn't agree (despite already dating)

If there isn't a case during Valentine's, he'll likely have a date all over London. He'll take you to places and spots he saw or visited during investigations and wanted to take you there.

During your date, he'll probably get you the most random stuff he wants to give you, ranging from random flowers to a peculiar antique he'd think you like or wants you to have.

When a case does come up, he'll try to put it on hold. But you could tell he really wanted to take it, so your date became an investigation.

He still tries to make it romantic and fun for both of you, thanking you for letting him work, but you reassured him it was still fun watching him deduce and work on a case.

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[wizardfrog69]

'•.¸♡ tea ♡¸.•'

Louis James Moriarty (mtp) x gn!reader who loves tea

All fluff :)

Enjoy!

Tea is possibly the most beloved drink in all of England but the only tea they drink is black tea, missing out on other teas in the process but you didn't mind drinking black tea, especially when it was prepared by Louis.

They two of you have known each other for years now, happily married and living in the Moriarty manner as he didn't want to leave but you didn't mind staying. The manner was lovely, a bit bright in regards of colour but one gets used to such things as time passes by.

Your favourite part of the day was drink the tea Louis prepared while sitting in the living room with Louis discussing anything your minds wondered to, it was lovely just sitting there the two of you, enjoying each others company.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I'm just clearing out my drafts again, doing so spring cleaning yk.

Have a wonderful day/night!

-with love, Az:)

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[shall-we-die]

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{Secret crush}

When they have a crush on someone...

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↬[Fandom]•⊰ {Moriarty the Patriot}࿐

↬[Characters]•⊰ {William James Moriarty || Louis James Moriarty || Sherlock Holmes}࿐

↬[Warnings]•⊰ {None}࿐

☰[Main list]•⊰ ────┈{0038}┈─╮

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When William has a crush on someone, he'll be very attentive and caring towards them. He may even go so far as to do small favors or gifts for them. He'll also be very observant, noticing everything about the person that he fancies and taking time to learn more about them. However, because he's an introvert, he won't be very open about his feelings and may even try to deny them to himself.

When Louis has a crush on someone, he’ll do many things such as paying more attention to them in conversations, attempting to make them laugh or giggle with his jokes and teases, trying to spend more time with them than usual, being more physical with them (touching them on occasions) as well as becoming more sensitive to their negative emotions. He’ll often become more self-conscious around them and may have a tendency to avoid having prolonged eye contact with them if he isn’t sure how they feel about him.

Sherlock will often go out of his way to impress his crush and show off his genius in front of them. Sherlock will make sure to dress his best and try to be the most charming version of himself around his crush. Sherlock will often make small gestures of affection, such as bringing his crush flowers or chocolates. Sherlock may try to woo his crush with well-thought-out plans or elaborate schemes. Sherlock may use his investigative skills to learn more about his crush, gathering information and trying to figure out their interests and preferences.

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[neontokyoo]

Omg you're back!! Do you think you could do Louis x reader hcs where Louis tries teaching the reader how to cook? Thank you!

Of course! This one was pretty interesting to write.

Pairing: Louis James Moriarty x Reader Genre: fluff Format: headcanons Summary: Louis teaches you how to cook Warnings: none

First, with how things used to be in the Victorian era, you probably had servants who cooked for you before you joined the Moriartys.

Which means that you've never actually cooked a day in your life.

So this was quite the experience for both you and Louis.

Because no matter what he did you were always making a mess due to the lack of experience.

Louis, however, learned to laugh it off and would occasionally wipe the cake batter--or whatever it is you were trying to make--off your face with a damp towel

No matter how often you messed up, Louis was as patient as ever and didn't say anything about it.

After you, and Sebastian tried to make a cake for Fred's birthday that ended up being an absolute disaster, Louis took it upon himself to be your teacher when it comes to culinary arts.

One time you accidentally put too much salt in your dinner and had to completely restart after all your hard work.

At this point Louis doesn't even care about the mess anymore until after you're done in the kitchen

because he thinks it's so much better to use kissing you as an excuse to wipe the food splatters off your face

was that worded correctly?

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[fairy-writes]

im not sure if its still open but please can i get an order of large black coffee with spice for Louis James Moriarty? thank you so, so much!!!

NEEDLEPOINT STITCHES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: Whump Victorian era imagine with Louis from MTP

Word Count: 0.6k

Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Louis James Moriarty x Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader

Notes: This is a female reader as opposed to my typical gn one :)

I’M SOFT FOR LOVERS HELPING EACH OTHER WITH THEIR INJURIES

TW for stitches and mild blood :)

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“What do you think you’re doing?” You say quietly as you spot Louis in one of the spare bedrooms.

He sits on the bed with his back to you, the half-melted candle burning low to hide the blood. He turns slightly, and you can hear him hiss in pain as he does so, nearly knocking over a bottle as he does so. 

“It’s nothing dearest, go back to bed. I’ll be in in a moment.” He says tightly, but you shake your head and approach, setting your own candle down to take stock of his injuries.

There’s a large gash across his side that’s oozing blood and pus beneath haphazard bandages. His fists are wrapped, but you can see where they’re starting to turn pink at his knuckles. Louis is holding a bent needle in his bloody fingers, but you can tell it isn’t going well. The cut along his side is at an awkward angle, preventing him from sewing it up properly.

You reach forward with tender fingers and brush your fingertips along his jawline, moving his hair away from his face and exposing a nasty bruise that covered his scar. He leans into your touch as you sit in front of him and gather the supplies from his hands.

“My love—” You press a finger to his lips and lean up to kiss his forehead.

“Let me help.” You plead softly, and he sighs, giving you a nod and the go-ahead.

You realize very quickly that you are out of your depth. Louis notices because, of course, he does.

“I can do it, my dear. Really, it’s fine.” He says gently, and you shake your head, smiling a slightly queasy smile.

“How different can it be than my embroidery?” You quip and gather your skirts about you and readjust the fabric before getting to work.

Louis, thankfully, walks you through what to do. You bend the already bent needle so it’s in an arc and hold the two sides of the wound closed with your nondominant hand. Then, using your dominant one, you begin to sew. 

Come to find out, the bottle Louis had almost knocked over was, in fact, whiskey from the kitchens. Your fiancé picked it up and took a long swig as you hunched over to get a better look at the long cut. 

“Might I ask how you got these injuries? It’s not like you to get hurt so easily.” You ask and can feel the muscles in his side stiffen as he sits up straight. 

“There was a fight.” He said quickly. You rolled your eyes and looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. 

Louis notices your look and lets out a long breath. He sets the whiskey down and puts a hand over yours to keep you from continuing. 

“Some men at the bar said some awful things about you.” He says in a soft voice, and you frown. You worked at a bar in the center of London in order to gather intel for William. It was arduous work, but you didn’t mind it. 

“Louis, darling, people say things all the time. You know this.” You say gently, and he shakes his head, reaching for the whiskey again. 

“This was the first time I had to hear it.” He grumbles, and you hum.

You work in silence until you tie the stitches off and snip the end of the thread. You hold out a hand, and Louis wordlessly hands the alcohol to you, where you then set it aside. You reach to cradle his face once again and bring his lips to yours in a soft kiss. 

“I love you, Louis. And thank you for defending me. But all I care about is you coming home safely.” You whisper against his mouth and feel the corners of his lips twitch up into a smile. 

“And I promise I’ll make it home every time.”

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