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In Time We Thaw (Moriarty The Patriot)

I have done it everyone. I have dragged myself briefly out of Blue Lock hell to write something different! :D This was inspired by the incredible @thatbigbisexual29! Thank you so much for yelling about Moriarty with me friend! Your work and headcanons for the boys really inspired me to make something myself, and here we are! I hope you like it!

Now, time to keep walking forward- oh, was that Nagi? *Turns around and gets dragged back into Blue Lock hell ala Eurydice*

Whoops forgot a Summary: Fred's avoidance to everyone when he first arrived at the Moriarty Estate was to be expected. What wasn't was the day he decided to forgo it.

Fred Porlock was an interesting fellow.

He didn’t talk much, nor did he really smile. He tended to keep his distance from pretty much everyone, including the Moriartys and Moran.

He didn’t like sitting in close quarters like the carriage if he didn’t have to- preferring to sit in the driver’s seat or find his own way home. He’d usually put a solid two seat distance between himself and his tablemates whenever they ate together, and he walked either a foot ahead or a foot behind during casual strolls around town, only getting closer when they needed to share information about a case.

“Give it time.” William reassured Moran when the older man brought it up one evening. “Everyone has their demons, Fred has his. I’m sure if we’re patient with him, the gap will begin to close.”

That was fair enough. Moran could understand having a pretty bad background and the effects it has on one in their current day. Still- he wished Fred would at least talk to him. Sometimes the kid’s avid avoidance cut deeper than intended.

That and he thought he smelled. Moran didn’t smell.

Did he? He leaned over and gave his armpit a whiff.

Okay. Maybe he did a little.

~~~

Give it to William James Moriarty to always be right on these things, for one day- everything changed.

It started out as a bump- Fred’s slim shoulder brushing into Moran’s arm as they passed by in the hall. Even if the gesture lacked any real pressure, Moran found himself stumbling in shock, eyes wide as he watched the younger man carry on. The hallway was wide- there was little chance for someone as small as Fred to reach him from his usual spot glued to the wall. No- he had intentionally walked down the middle this time.

Moran was too stunned by the gesture to say anything of it.

The next incident involved the carriage. They had just finished a case and were returning home to Louis’ cooking. The group consisted of Albert, William, himself and Fred. Such a tight fit would usually send Fred towards his roof-bound shortcuts, but this time he climbed in along with everyone else.

Moran, not expecting it, began to scoot inward to give the kid a spot, but Fred simply climbed over him, bony knees and elbows all. He tumbled into the window seat with a silent nod of thanks to Moran, turning to look out at the sights.

The older man turned to the brothers, raising his brows. Albert seemed just as surprised as he, while Willaim wore a knowing smile.

Slowly but surely, the incidents carried on. At dinner, Fred sat with everyone, arms still against his sides but no longer two seats away. He found a cozy spot on one of the many couches in the main lounge, remaining there even when others took a seat beside him. And of course, the random shoulder checks continued for Moran. He found himself unable to go one passing the kid without receiving one.

It was as Willaim said all that time before. In time we thaw, and Fred seemed to be doing that little by little.

The gestures made Moran rather happy, if he were being honest.

Happy, but also annoyed.

“Oi, Fred!” Moran turned to the kid after yet another shoulder bump. “You know, you can at least say excuse me?”

“Excuse you.” He replied in that soft voice of his, further irritating the older man.

“Not ‘Excuse you’, excuse me! That’s the polite thing to say when you keep running into people!” Moran ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “It’s common courtesy, kid. Where’d you learn your manners?”

“The same place you did, it seems.” Fred shrugged. Moran gaped.

Did Fred just give him sass?

“Oooh, so we’re cheeky today, huh?” Moran straightened, unable to fight down the grin pulling on his lips as he rolled up his sleeves. “You know back where I’m from, cheeky brats like you don’t walk away after throwing so much sass out.”

“I imagine not- given you grew up in a sewer.” Fred blinked, fighting down a smile when Moran stammered. “It makes sense why you stink now.”

“I’ll give you five seconds to take that back before I make you.” Moran growled, eyes darkening.

“You can count that high?” Fred backed away, flatting his mouth as he looked towards the doors just a few feet away. “I’m impressed. I guess they do teach sewer people numbers.”

“Oh you little- come here!” Moran took off, Fred bolting for the doors leading to the lounge. Once there, he raced around the nearest couch, putting a startled Louis between them for cover. “Fred!”

“What is going on…?” The blonde asked, confused as he watched Fred run around him, Moran hot on his heels. Circles and circles they went, Moran just barely within reach. “Could you two please stop? I’m getting dizzy just watching you two.”

“Tell him to stop. He’s bullying me.” Fred ran to him, pulling Louis forward like a shield. “He won’t stop chasing me.”

“This brat sassed me! You should have heard him- said I came from the sewer!” Moran argued back, fully aware that he was a grown man arguing like a toddler on the playground. “He’s cheeky today!”

“Fred..said that?” Louis blinked, turning to the shorter boy. “Did you?”

“....” He didn’t answer, averting his gaze instead.

“Told you!” Moran pointed out.

“Moran, you’re too loud.” The blond gave him a look. “If that’s true; Fred, you shouldn’t say Moran comes from a sewer.” Louis scolded gently, making a face. “Even if he smells like he came from one..”

“That’s right- HEY!” The older man sputtered, betrayed. “Louis- oi, what are you laughing for?” He turned his attention to Fred, the younger man ducking his head against Louis' back as he shook with repressed mirth. “Oh, you think this is some comedy act, huh? Alright- allow me to be the main entertainer!”

“Did you just call yourself a clown…?” Louis began, eyes widening as he watched Moran gather up Fred, tossing him into the nearest sofa. “Moran, be gentle-”

“Ah! Ahehahahhahaha! M-Mohoohohoran, dohoohohohoohn’t!” Fred broke into a fit of giggles, squirming about as Moran’s hands dug into his belly. “Dohohoohoohn’t doohohohohoo thhahahhahhat!”

“Don’t do what? Tickle you? But you’re so insistent on laughing at me today!” Moran teased, one knee boxing the kid in as he carried on working his fingers up and down Fred’s sides. “I warned you- we handle things different down in the Sew-back home.” He stumbled, shaking his head as he pinched Fred’s ribs. “You know what I mean!”

“Aehhahahahahhaha! Mohohohoohohrahahhahahahn!” Fred squealed when he reached his highest rib, curling into himself as he tried blocking out the hands. “Nohohohohoohot thehhehehhere!”

“So adorable. Why not, Freddy boy? I’ve got a real rib tickler for ya!” Moran jeered, eyes dancing with glee at each new sound the kid let out. “Come on- try to guess the punchline! I guarantee ya it will leave you squealing!”

“Lohohohohoohohouis hehehehehehehelp! Fred wailed through his mirth, reaching out to the blonde standing by. “Hehehehelp me plehahhahahAHAHAHHAHSE!” He shot his arm down hard when Moran tickled him under it. “NOHOHOOHHOHOHO!”

“Aww, is this someone’s tickle spot?” Moran cooed at him.

Now- Louis was no Willaim. He didn’t have the powers of deduction like his brother did, nor the knack to read someone beyond their body language in fights. Still- he knew enough to realize what he was looking at. It was all so familiar, like when Albert would pin William down and tickle him until he agreed to get some sleep, or even when they attacked him when he was being too serious or protective.

There wasn’t a trace of discomfort on Fred’s face. His smile was only one of joy.

Seeing such an expression on a once stoic boy made his heart crack in the best way.

“Hang on, Fred! I’m on my way!” Alas- the time to be moved by emotion would have to wait. For now, he had a rather obnoxious assassin to take care of. “

“Who are you calling obnox-AH!” Moran yelped when hands grabbed his waist, squeezing gently. “Ah! Ahehahahhaha! L-Lohooohohuis you doohoohohlt, geheheht ohohohoff!” He turned to fight off the hands pinching at his waistline, momentarily forgetting about Fred still on the couch.

Oh, he should have never forgotten Fred on that couch.

“AH! Ahehahahahhaha, nohohoht you thohoohohohohooo!” The older man yelped when Fred’s fingers dug into his ribs, the movements nimble and relentlessly fast. “Cohoohohohme ohohoohohon, thahahahhaht’s no fahhahahahahhair! I dihiihihihin’t dohohooohuble tehahahahham yohooohohohu!”

“I’m sure you would have given the chance.” Louis mused, smiling when Moran arched away, Fred’s hands following him as they dug into his armpits. “Oo, so that’s a bad spot?”

“Seems like it.” Fred nodded, the sound nearly drowned out at Moran’s wheezy cackle.

“GEAHHAHAHAHA! FREHHEHED, LOHOOHOHOUIS, COHOOHOME OHOHOHON!” He howled, falling to his knees against the carpeted floor. Louis was quick to push the table aside with his foot before Moran’s head could hit it, Fred following him down. “GEHHEHHHET OOHOHOHOFF MEHEHEHEHHEHE!”

“He’s so ticklish.” Fred sounded amazed, a small smile on his lips. Louis laughed as he kneeled, assisting in Fred’s revenge with a few more squeezes to Moran’s hip, making his laugh go silent.

“Oh look- a new way to shut you up, Moran. How quaint.” Louis teased, nearly taking a foot to the skull. “Whoops, careful now.

“PLEAHHAHHAHAHAHSE!” Moran howled out, pounding his fist against the wooden floor as he cried for mercy. Fred, noting this, retreated his hands.

“I think he’s had enough, right Louis?” Fred asked, earning a small smile from Louis.

“Yes, I think he’s had enough. Come on- off of him we go.” He stood, helping Fred off Moran’s back as the older man rolled onto it, gasping for air. “Are you alright, Moran?”

“Ehehe…hehehe…nehehever behehehehtter.” He stuck out some finger guns, making Fred giggle. Louis rolled his eyes before offering a hand, pulling Moran up with a tug.

“Good. Well, I hope you two have worked out your little scuffle now. I’d hate for the room to get any further disheveled.” Louis looked at the falling cushions rolling off the couch, the once perfectly centered coffee table now pushed towards the door.

Moran and Fred looked at eachother, something in their gaze that made Louis squirm. “Truce while we get Louie?” Moran offered a hand.

“Truce.” Fred nodded, shaking the hand. “I’ll go for the legs.”

“What? No- absolutely not, don’t you da-ahahhare!” Louis didn’t have any time to react before Fred and Moran were on him, sending him into the pile of fallen cushions as they seeked out every tickle spot on him.

Thanks for reading!

#MTP #sebastian moran #fred porlock #louis james moriarty #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #Fred being a sassy guy #Moran is up to HERE-#Louis gets dragged in against his will #it all works out in the end

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