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DON'T BE A STRANGER ༉‧₊˚✧.*

✧ an albert j. moriarty x f!reader slow burn (reader is a doctor)

✧ ⚠️: angst, bittersweet ending.. idk

✧ it's so long :') please excuse my poor effort at foreshadowing 🌷

CHAPTER ONE — “so, let me get this straight. your biggest dream is to open a small clinic in london?”

“yeah!” you nod happily. “i want to treat the less fortunate people out there; people with financial troubles, men, women & children from the slum, you know?” the brown haired noble hums approvingly.

idyllic, soft noises of a piano being played comes from below the floorboard, probably downstairs. you lift your head up from the man's injured arm in mild surprise, only to be met with his own curious gaze.

his expression immediately softens upon seeing your own gaze and his lips melt into a small, subtle smile.

“must be louis.” albert says, grinning. “he's been practicing piano lately and—” he winces when you tighten the bandage around his forearm. “—ouch.”

you grin back at him teasingly. “you can deal with it, you're a big boy.”

“aha.” he rises to his feet. “that, my dear, i am.”

“here, catch.” you throw him his shirt, crisp white and clean and he catches it mid air with ease. he smiles proudly like he's caught an alligator by it's jaw. he wipes his sweaty hands with his handkerchief.

“i hope you'd come around here more often.” albert says while leaning against a wall, arms crossed. he's halfway in his shirt, deciding not to put the other arm in since he thought it'd be too painful to try. “it's fun with you around, (name).” he approves of his own words by nodding to himself. “truly.”

“hmm..” you pretend as if you're pondering, index tapping your chin idly and eyes looking up at the ceiling in feigned thoughtfulness. your gaze drops back to him. “then perhaps you should be ambushed during your missions more, yeah?”

the brown haired chuckles amusedly at your words. “ah,” he says. “now words, my dear, you should be careful with. i may as well willingly fall down a flight of stairs just because you've said that to me now.”

what a flirt, you scoff.

you stand to your own feet as well, sling your sids bag in and stuff in your medical supplies. his gaze falls to it momentarily before returning to your eyes and he smiles at you.

“you should let me drop you off as a thank you of nursing me.” he tells you, walking a few steps forwards until he's directly looming in front of you.

you lift your head to look up at him and speak. “no, that's okay. i'm pretty sure i can find my way back myse—” his hand slides between the gap of your arm and your waist and you're sure you feel the back of his fingers touch your waist as he's zipping your side bag shut. and you feel tingly all of a sudden.

what a goddamn flirt.

“i insist.” he says, voice soft before he pulls back a few steps. then, he grins at you as he's always done, with that easy, boyish grin he always has. “please.”

“fine.” you clear your throat, looking away. you're hurrying your way towards the doorstep and fiddling with the doorknob until it's open. you step out.

and he eagerly follows you behind, almost jogging to keep up with your fast pace of walking. his heart seems to be beating for some peculiar reason; perhaps due to the physical exercise of keeping up with you. “my, (name).” he laughs brightly. “i wasn't aware we were having a marathon.” and you groan annoyedly at his antics. “please be silent.”

if only he knew what was going on in your head right of this moment. if only he knew how hard your heart was thumping inside of your chest at every brush of your elbows. if only—

you've only realized you've already been out and about for a while now, that you've been walking past the streets and the lanes and under the unlit lamps and finally infront of your house. you've so realized that he'd been walking past you quietly surprisingly in obedience just like you'd told him to.

“then..” he speaks after some time, turning to look at you. he holds out his hand to you and you place one of your own over his. your eyebrow raises when he raises it to his lips, places the softest of kiss over it & lets both of his and your hands fall back to your sides.

“i'll see you, (name.)” he tells you, stepping back.

“i..” you pause, rather flustered. “y-yes. me as well.”

you tell the noble to get home safe and you step inside of your house, lock the door, back against the door with weak knees before sliding down against it.

you're sure you're red. everywhere. down to the tips of your very fingers, neck, face. everywhere.

it was only politeness. countless, not only noblemen but men in general have done that before. it was only right. so why did it feel so different when he did it?

“idiot.” you murmur under your breath. “stupid idiot.” at this point, you're not exactly sure who you're cursing and mumbling about. you, or him.

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CHAPTER TWO — the purple melted into the pinks and the pinks blurred into the shades of oranges that hovered right above the horizon. the morning was early. the day was new and so, a new enthusiasm had risen in you.

you had made up your mind.

enough of the unrequited love, you thought.

enough of the days spent daydreaming while fiddling with gauges and vials of ointment, you thought.

enough of the nights spent thinking and dreaming, dreaming and thinking once more of how it would be like for you to be his and his to be yours.

you grip at the belt of your side bag. your hands are clammy as you're riding your bicycle towards the moriarty residence and your entire body is hot with nervousness. the sun is pressing gentle kisses on your back and the soft, soft wind pushes back stray hairs away from your forehead.

your plan for the day? invite him over to your place so that the two of you can get closer somehow. maybe doing something like cooking, or baking. or just spending some time with him in general.

“(name)!” bond's opened the door, grinning enthusiastically at you. “it's good to see you.”

“good to see you, too, bond.” you tell him, returning the man's smile. he's new to the group, apparently. your smile at him is familiar. usually meeting someone new and interacting with them would be awkward but with bond, it was easy & comfortable.

“is albert home?” you question and he nods.

“yes.” he tells you. “in his bedroom.” he tells you, stepping back to let you step inside.

“okay!” you're hurrying your way up to his bedroom, heart pumping out of your chest in a mixture of excitement, anticipation and nervousness.

one knock. two knocks.

“come in.” a voice calls from within and you recognise it immediately. who else would have that velvety, deep & smooth voice except than him?

the door creaks open and he visibly brightens upon seeing your face. “(name).” he smiles. he's slipping on his leather gloves. “to what do i owe this pleasure?”

“well—” you shift your weight from one foot to the other. “i wanted to ask if.. you wanted to come over to my place and you know, do some baking. or something.”

albert blinks. “you came all the way over here to tell me that? (name)..” he exhales. “you could have just sent a telegram instead of going through all the trouble to get here to invite me.”

“i know.. but,” you clear your throat. but what? did you even have an excuse? “i wanted to spend more time with you.” “i thought- i thought i'd exercise or something. get some fresh air, you know?”

he pauses. “yeah.” he nods. ponders. speaks. “i.. actually have to get to a meeting in about one and a half hour or so.” and he watches your face fall.

“oh.” you can only mutter out. so much for trying to get closer to him, you think. “oh, okay. that's fine, then. always a next time, right?” and you try to laugh — it's almost a piteous sound, you can't seem to hide your disappointment and he sees right through it.

albert runs a hand through his brown hair. “it would be a hassle going back and forth.” he continues. “however..” small smile. “i think i can make some time for a simple cake if we do it here.”

your eyes twinkle and you nod vigorously. “but what of the ingredients?”

“i am sure we have plenty here.”

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and that was how the two of you ended up like this, with you licking frosting off your fingers, watching albert as he frosts the cake with a sky blue icing. he takes a step back, rubs the sweat off his brow with his arm, looking at the work that the two of you created. it's simple, really; covered in a sky blue, a few small decorations here & there but it's yours. and his.

“well?” he sighs, turning to look at you with an eyebrow raised. he's wearing a dark green apron dusted in flour and so are you. “my hands were trembling, i was afraid i would ruin the cake or mess up the decorations.”

you beam up at him. “it looks great!” and he grins with the most proudest smile you've seen. “although i wish i could've helped more. i was the one with the idea and yet you're the one who did the most work.”

“nonsense.” albert says. his hands are already busy cutting slices for the two of you. “i only did the finishing touches and assisted here and there. you are the one that worked more diligently,” he reaches over and his thumb swipes at your cheek. he pulls his hand back & gestures at the excess flour he gathered from your cheek. “and there is the proof.” he grins.

“that doesn't prove anything, by the way.” are you stuttering? is your face too red? are you doing something out of the ordinary? is your expression too silly? too stupid? is it obvious that you like him?

“haha.” he chuckles. “i'd like to think otherwise.”

is now the right time to confess? it's been long enough, hasn't it? you've known him for four years already — isn't that enough? wouldn't he accept?

“albert?” you inhale, your fingers fiddle with each other in nervousness. you gather your courage, let it simmer under your skin momentarily as you prepare yourself to tell him what you feel about him.

“hm?”

“i've- i've actually always liked—”

moran walks into the kitchen, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants as he makes his entrance. “hey, it's time for the meeting.” his gaze falls on the cake. “ooh, is this for me?” he says greedily.

albert sighs. “no it isn't, colonel.” he swats the large man's hand away and moran yelps. “ouch!”

“tell the others i'll be there in a minute.” the brown haired man says, taking off his apron. moran shrugs his shoulders and walks away. “ah, right.” the man pauses, turns to look at you and tilts his head. “wasn't there something you were about to tell me, (name)? something about always liking something?”

“what?” you blink. “oh, nono- it's okay.” you shake your head frantically. “i just..” you clear your throat. “i just meant to say that i've always liked your determination to.. change this world of ours and that i've always respected your ideologies, that's all.”

“....” the silence in his pause is defeaning.

albert's lips slowly broaden into a smile. he nods in acknowledgement of your words. “thank you.”

“albert!” the both of you hear moran calling out for the noble. albert's head turns towards the direction of the noise momentarily before returning to yours. “i'll take my leave now. moran seems to be getting his knickers in a twist.” he grins when you giggle. “you should take the cake with you, though.”

albert leaves, but manages to take one more glance at you. his expression has shifted, a little different as he's leaving; strange. almost unreadable. his smile has disappeared — as if he's thinking of something.

does he know? or is he just suspicious? not that him being suspicious of your feelings is any better.

you're left alone in the kitchen. you feel like ripping your hair out in embarrassment. you wanted to do this slowly, taking your time, doing it the right away.

and yet, you panicked. rushed. failed.

“ugh..” you groan at your ruined attempt to tell him how you actually feel about him. “this sucks.”

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CHAPTER THREE — it's been entire weeks since you've properly talked to albert. some days when you talk to him, he pretends not to hear at all, some days he only answers if he really has to and some days he blatantly ignores you. as if you don't even exist.

“i am alright, (name). please don't worry about me.” william smiles up at you. you've finished tending to his wounds and are currently observing him for any more bruises or any signs of distress & ptsd. william willingly let himself be kidnapped for one of their missions.

however, a kidnapping is still a kidnapping, now matter how much it was planned with detailed intricacy. “you should check up on albert, instead. it seems he's gotten a little hurt during my rescue.”

“well..” you gulp down hard. you're reluctant — because he's been keeping his distance from you for the past few weeks. you're not exactly sure why, but you have a hint. he definitely knows, doesn't he?

albert was known among high society to be on friendly terms with both noblemen and noblewomen alike. he was popular, but he was also infamous for suddenly turning distant and reserved towards a particular lady if she confessed of her feelings to him, or the news of someone becoming interested in him romantically came to his knowledge.

of course that was also because he didn't want to hurt anybody. he couldn't afford being in love — knowing how their grand plan would end, anyway.

and you being treated like one of those women made you feel terrible; like you'd been thrown aside.

weren't you special to him? then why did he treat you as such? does he treat other women the same?

“alright.” you tell william reluctantly and he offers you an empathetic smile. he gives your arm a small, encouraging pat and you feel a little comforted.

“i am sure things will go well with the two of you.” nothing was ever hidden from william, was it?

with his encouragement, you make your way to albert who's currently conversing with moran. moran would never, ever in a hundred years or a million years pass down the opportunity to tease albert.

“getting rusty, aren't you?” moran laughs loudly, finding great amusement in this. “this is what happens when you're cooped up in adminstrative work instead of being out there in the field.”

“very funny, colonel.” albert responds gruffly.

both the men notice your presence and moran gives you a loud "yo" as a greeting. albert is much quieter than usual and only gives you a curt “good morning”.

it hurts, you realize. but never mind that — you're here to check up on him, not bring your personal feelings into this. “give me your arm for a second.”

and he does. his head is turned a few degrees away from you and he's busying himself in conversation with moran deliberately. he has a bruise on his cheek, a few scrapes on his arms that broke skin, but that was it. you put down your side bag on the nightstand besides the medical bed and begin to shuffle through the necessary items to treat his wounds.

you pour disinfectant on a piece of cotton and lean in to dab away at the bruise on his cheek. albert flinches sharply, grabs your wrist unconsciously.

what? both of your expressions seem to say exactly that. albert looks up at you with wide, panicked eyes. his grip on your wrist still hasn't loosened and you wince slightly in pain when you try to tug it back.

“oh..” he finally realizes what he's just done and he clears his throat uncomfortably, looking away. he drops your hand and “apologies. i didn't mean to do that.” he murmurs quietly. “give it to me, i'll do it.”

albert snatches the cotton drenched in disinfectant away from you and begins to do it in your stead.

and you can feel your heart aching because even now he's ignoring you. it's been days, no—weeks, since you've had a proper conversation with him.

you feel a lump rise in your throat because he doesn't even sound sincere with his apology. he sounds so halfhearted, like he just wants to get it done with, like talking with you is a chore. he's so distant. so cold.

“albert, can i please talk to you?”

“i'm sorry, (name). i'm a little tired from right now and i'd like to rest.” albert says, volume and octave of his voice a little higher than usual. his tone of voice is brittle, firm, rough — so unlike the gentleness he used to address you with only a few weeks ago.

he's avoiding you.

“it won't take long, so—”

“(name).” his voice is stern, without a hint of warmth.

it's obvious. and it pains so much.

“i can't seem to comprehend why you're bothering me after i outright asked that you let me rest. can i not have that? or did you not hear me, perhaps?”

you feel your heart drop to the pits of your stomach.

albert spoke loudly to make sure everyone would hear him, and that it would seem rude if you were to bother him even after he directly told you he needed rest. all eyes are on you. your head feels heavy. your heart is drumming hard, there's a hollowness in your stomach and a deep, aching pain in your chest.

and you shift anxiously. you can only shift anxiously.

he's put you in an uncomfortable situation. you'd never expected him, of all people, to do that to you.

why was he being so hostile to you?

your fingers wrap tightly around the belt of your side bag. “i- okay..” you say, defeated. “get some rest.”

“yes.” he says, voice tight. “leave.”

your hands are trembling. all the ignored words, avoidant eyes, distance, harsh words from him was getting to you. he was being mean. your vision is blurry — most likely due to the formation of tears. you dare not let them drop right now.

why was he acting like this? what had you ever done to him? was your only sin falling in love with him?

“i should go now.” you pray. you pray hard that your voice didn't sound shaky. you pray that your voice didn't crack. you pray that it didn't sound like you were about to cry. but a tear betrays you, anyway.

you can't look at anybody right now.

everyone is gawking, and you rush out of the room. it doesn't matter anymore — it's too much for you. you run past the hallways, past the door, past fred tending to the plants in the conservatory and out of the manor. you run and you keep running until the moriarty residence is out of sight, until you begin to gasp and breath hard for air, until you collapse onto your knees over rocks and gravel and dirt.

the pain from bruising your knee over a sharp rock only makes matters worse. the cut is deep and you bleed over the blades of grass and over the dirt.

you bleed over his words.

you cry and cry. you cry your heart out.

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CHAPTER FOUR — exactly six months have passed since your falling out with albert. you've given up all dreams of being involved with him romantically. you've been huddled up inside of your house for a few weeks, researching and researching. soon, you'd have enough money to move to london and finally fulfill your dream of opening your quaint little clinic.

you'd forgotten your precious side bag at the moriarty residence but were too hesitant, too embarrassed, too hurt to retrieve it.

william and bonde, especially, have sent numerous letters asking about your health and if you are well — which you haven't answered. not to a single one. one from louis and fred each and one small note from moran bluntly telling you to just forget all about albert and about how much of an asshole he is.

you'd laughed a little at that one — it was short and half of it consisted of profanities but you knew that it was his own way of caring. and it was sweet to know.

no news from albert, or about albert. but you'd decided to leave it all in the past, anyway.

you take a step into the shower.

tonight was very special for you, anyway.

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this is the first time you're going to attend a noble function. you're accompanying a viscount by the name of francis. he's over six feet tall, has warm hazel eyes, curly black hair, wears glasses — a little awkward and stutters in social situations, but you figured that was his charm.

he was your business partner. he'd provide the money to allow you to open your clinic in london and you'd provide your intellect & experience in the medical field. everything was set; tonight was a stage for the two of you to advertise and hopefully, find customers. or donators. both would be a great help.

“s-shall we get some drinks, (name)?” francis holds out his arm to you and you link your arm in with his.

“we shall.” you beam up at him. you're wearing an emerald coloured silk dress that francis bought you which perfectly hugs your body — you look striking.

the two of you get yourself a glass of sparkling wine each and begin to actively engage with other nobles; you in the lead with francis backing you up, subtly pushing the topic of opening your clinic into the conversation. everything seemed to be going good.

“brother, how about we not overindulge in wine tonight?”

that's a familiar voice.

your neck almost whips towards the direction of the voice. albert and william, clad in perfectly fitted tuxedos and crisp white shirts underneath.

“what are you saying, will?” albert laughs. “how can i say 'no' to wine, out of everything else?” that same, handsome face. except there was a type of gauntness to him — a tiredness in his expression.

“..(name)?”

“(name)?”

“(name)!” you flinch sharply. “what?”

“you're zoning out.” francis looks concerned, eyebrows furrowed in worry. he has an arm rested atop your shoulder and he squeezes gently. “are you alright? i've been calling your name for a while now.”

“oh..” you feel queasy but put on a smile regardless. “everything's fine. i was just looking around, y'know?”

francis's hazel eyes narrow.

they slowly lift to see albert; only for him to notice that albert's sharp, green eyes were looking right back — especially at you. he may be awkward, but he wasn't stupid, and he surely wasn't dense enough to not be able to read the room or social situations.

‘‘an ex-lover? a failed love? an one-sided love? which is it?,, francis thinks to himself.

“you know w-what?” he holds his palm out to you, giving you his usual warm smile. “the dance is about to start soon. how about you be my partner?”

you blink in surprise, taken off guard. “huh?”

“we're business partners, a little d-dancing isn't going to hurt either of us, is it?” he tells you softly.

“well..” you contemplate for a long time.

then, the music begins to play.

“my arm is beginning to hurt, (name).” he tells you, gesturing towards his extended hand that he's been holding up for a while now. “may i have this dance?”

you exhale, smile, nod your head and place your hand over his. he brings it up to his lips before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“woah—” you squeal in surprise.

“s-sorry.” francis grins. “too close?”

you shake your head. “no.” you chuckle. “just fine.”

the music is soft and slow. violin, piano, trumpet, etc cetera. a few others have already started waltzing across the large ballroom, swaying in sync to the music. you place your hands on his shoulder.

“i must inform you beforehand,” you tell him, peeking up at francis. “i am not the finest of dancers, i am afraid that i may step on you.”

he laughs. “t-then i seem to have done a good job picking the toughest shoes out of my collection.”

you smile up at him — genuinely, sincerely. it felt good being with francis. but to albert, it sure didn't feel good watching the events unfold before him.

why was he feeling this way watching you two?

there was a strange feeling of unfamiliar irritation and resentment for francis bubbling under his skin; even if he's sure he's never met the man before. there was something about the way francis had his hands placed on your hips that pissed him off.

albert's green eyes narrow and his fingers tighten around his wine glass. suddenly, his finely tailored tux begins to feel constricting. he wants to pull his gaze away, he really does, but his eyes are stuck on you.

does he feel something for you? why is his heart beating so hard in his chest? is it out of anger for the man you're dancing with? or something else entirely?

listening to you laugh as that man twirled you around the grand ballroom makes his jaw tighten.

it annoyed him to a great deal — even if he wasn't aware why. william notices this and places a comforting hand on his older brother's shoulder. “perhaps we should take a tour in the gardens? i am told the greenery is beautiful here.”

albert inhales deeply, lets go of the breath he was holding and nods. “that's a wonderful idea.”

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the moon tonight is pale and it illuminates the gardens with it's iridescent glow. the two brothers have been walking around in the gardens for an hour or so now — it's hard to keep track of time for albert anyway, with how his mind is filled with thoughts.

“(name)!” william calls out, noticing you staggering into the garden. albert's eyes flash open and they follow his gaze. you're swaying side to side, a bottle of wine sloshing around in your hand.

“(name).” albert's voice is hoarse and he practically runs over to you. he scans you down from head to toe, eyebrows scrunched in worry. “what is..all this?”

“hnn—?” you trip on your other foot and almost crash down on your knees until albert catches you by both your arms. you grunt, stabilising yourself on your feet and look up at the man, only to notice that it's albert, of all people. “don't touch me, you prick!”

you slap his hands away. his eyes widen momentarily before he huffs frustratedly. he runs a hand through his silky, brown hair. “where is the man that was accompanying you?”

“i don't—hic!—need to say anything to you!” instantly, the tower of all of the negative emotions that had been building up inside of you suddenly come crashing down. “you think you can act all chummy with me again? news flash, you can't!”

your voice is loud and it's booming over the garden grounds. albert lifts his head from you to see if anyone has heard you. he can only thank the gods above that the music is much louder inside.

“you're drunk.” he states. “how can that imbecile leave you alone when you're in this state?”

“don't call francis that!” you yell at him, words slurry. “he's a million times better than you will ever be.”

“so francis that is fool's name?” he scoffs. “contrary to your belief, that's quite hard to imagine when he's left you like this. what if some man was to—?”

albert isn't sure what's struck him until his ears ring. there's a sharp ache emitting from his cheek, only later realising that you've just slapped him. hard.

“i..” william clears his throat uncomfortably, looking just as surprised. “i shall get a carriage for us.”

albert's quiet for a while before he mumbles: “...yes, that would be ideal. thank you, will.” william gives albert a small nod before making his way out of the gardens and leaving the two of you alone.

“i don't think—hic!—you're in any position to talk.” you retort at him. “you are no better than the rest.” you're glaring daggers up at him. “infact, you are much, much worse! you're the scum of your species. you would rather run away from everything that bothers you than face it like an actual man!”

albert watches you holler and throw profanities at him in utter silence with a grim expression on his face. his face only further darkens when tears begin to build in your eyes and stream down your face.

“i hate you!” you shout up at him. the flow of tears won't stop. they keep falling over and over. you'd been strong for too long, and this was the result.

you keep shouting over and over that you hate him, sides of your fists pounding against his chest as albert just takes it all in — lets you do as you please.

it's only until your shouting has turned to sobs and sniffles that he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close. “shhh.. shhh...” he cooes to you softly.

“i love you, can't you see that?” you babble up at him and he exhales quietly. “i... can. i do.” he says.

you huff, still quite intoxicated. “and your answer?”

albert ponders, hesitates, but speaks in the end. “i don't have one.” he replies. “i'm not sure how i feel for you.” he pauses. “i'm not sure i do feel for you.”

you stiffen in his embrace. one beat. two beat. three beats. and you detach yourself from him.

“this is wrong,” you mumble. “so very wrong. how can you tell me you don't feel anything for me and that you don't have an answer to give me while you're hugging me? don't you think you're being too heartless?” you wipe away at excess tears with the sleeves of your green dress. you sniffle twice.

“i need to leave.”

you back away, albert catches you by the wrist. “wait a second—” he says, tone of voice panicked.

“please.”

you turn around. “what?”

“let me drop you off. to make sure you're safe.”

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CHAPTER FIVE — (albert pov!) the heavens are scowling constantly this week and the rains frighten the terrains. the unstable weather is the perfect reflection for albert's current state of mind.

he sighs deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

it's been a week since the function.

a week since you broke down & cried infront of him.

a week since he's seen you —

and almost seven to eight months since he's last heard your laugh.

albert's too much of a coward — he's terrified that you would turn him away if he came to visit. even back then with ending his life and even now, his cowardliness seems to persist throughout his life.

the side bag that you left here months ago sits atop his lap and he fiddles with it's chain idly. this is all that he has of you right now; a worn out leather side bag.

he isn't even sure why he feels the need to keep it close with him but having even a semblance or a fragment of you calms his heart down somehow. there's a gap in his heart and he doesn't know what to fill it with. he doesn't know what piece fits in his chest and that makes him feels numb and empty.

“haa...” he exhales tiredly. when was the last time he actually slept well? he doesn't even remember. everytime he tries to fall asleep, there's a deep uncomfortableness he feels — making him avoid it almost completely. he's tired and sleepy, but this strange anxiousness in him won't let him rest.

“caffeine.” a rough voice speaks. “here, it'll help to stay up.” albert lifts his head to see moran holding out a mug of steaming coffee to him.

“colonel.” he responds hoarsely. “thank you.”

“you'd really prefer to do all kinds of mental gymnastics just to justify your own inaction, huh?”

moran sits opposite to him, dragging a stool under him and plopping down on it comfortably. “so?” the black haired man begins. “what is it?”

“what is what, colonel?” albert exhales. he's too exhausted to deal with anything right now.

“the issue, man.” moran says matter-of-factly. “you're weeping & mopping your ass everywhere around the manor and it's pissing me off. everybody's worried.”

albert looks down at his mug of coffee quietly.

“do you think how i treated (name) was wrong?” he fiddles with the mug holder, gaze locked to it.

“what? psshh—” moran snorts. “so all of this-” he waves his hand around the room. “-is because of a girl?” the large man snickers, slapping his knee.

albert only shoots a glare and moran throws his hands up in the air, shrugging. “yeah, i mean you did treat her like garbage. if you don't like her than just tell her and move on, y'know? you didn't have to do all that ignoring and criticising extra shit.”

“that too, and..” albert leans back in his chair. “i.. what does it mean to feel uncomfortable and strangely irritable if you see a friend of the opposite sex dance with a man?”

“huh?” moran yawns, sipping away at his coffee. “what does it mean? doesn't that just mean you're jealous or something?”

the brown haired man freezes. “jealous..?”

“yeah. jealous. for example, if a girl i'm seeing or interested in is dancing with other men and doing things that only someone intimate would only do is obviously going to annoy the shit out of me. you'd want it to be you in their place, you get me?”

“you'd want it to be you in their place..” he echoes thoughtfully. looks up at moran. “then, would that indicate that i'm in love with that person?”

“well, not exactly love—it could just be infatuation.”

“then what does love feel like?”

“uhh, i guess your palms get sweaty and your heart beats fast and—” moran pauses. “wait, why do i have to be the one teaching you this shit? gross.”

“..” albert ponders to himself. “colonel, i think i'm in-”

moran shudders. “shut the hell up!”

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the day of your departure is nearing. you've packed all your clothes days before. you're nervous, but excited. this is a new chance for you aft life, and you'll gladly take it. you'll miss the people and the memories you've made here but you've decided to make some more. just somewhere else.

four days left.

albert spends most of his time in his office, lost in thought. he still isn't exactly sure what he feels for you is love — but seeing that man; francis or whatever that gibface's name was or even imagining anybody else, for that matter, touching you in that way would irk him greatly.

three days left.

not even alcohol lets him forget you. you're so deeply ingrained into his brain, too entangled with his soul. it's a strange feeling — this desperation to have you.

two days.

he's realized for sure that he loves you. he was always unfamiliar with the idea of love since childhood because it seemed to him that everyone around him were merely estranged with each other due to political reasons or for convenience.

even while growing up, he was always busy having to act as a shield for his younger brothers so that they could focus on themselves and the moriarty plan. he'd absorbed the limelight to himself but was always detached from forming any romantic relationships. 'what use would it do, anyway?' he often thought to himself, knowing the only fate awaiting him and his brothers was death.

but that had changed with your appearance into his life. he was a fool to realize it this late.

one day.

albert recalls it all; his sweaty palms when you treated him, if wasn't because of the room temperature — it was because you touched him.

the time that the two of you were supposedly 'having a marathon' to see who would get to your place first, it wasn't because he was running that his heart was beating out of his chest, it was because the two of you were side by side, elbows brushing and genuinely having a fun time together.

that time how his hands was trembling the time that the two of you were baking a cake, it wasn't because he was afraid of ruining the cake, it was because you were watching. it all made sense.

he had decided — tomorrow he would buy the biggest bouquet of flowers he could find, get to your place, earnestly apologise to you for his behaviour, tell you all about his realisations and properly ask for a chance to let him woo you.

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THE FINAL CHAPTER — “louis, do i look good?”

albert is standing infront of a lifesize mirror, watching louis from the corner of his eye as he enters with a tray of tea and breakfast in hand.

louis puts down the try, albert turns to look at his youngest brother - practically sweatdropping.

“you do, brother.” louis says, tilting his head. “but i'm curious; why are you asking me this?”

albert rubs the back of his neck. “i.. am going to go see (name). and tell her that i love her.” he tells louis & louis's lips broaden into a genuine, sincere smile.

“i am happy for you.” he tells his older brother, stepping forward to fix his cravat. “and i am glad you have finally noticed.”

albert laughs somewhat embarrassedly. “i see you were aware of my feelings even before i was.” he smiles. “does william know?”

“yes, it was obvious.” louis says, stepping back.

“it seems i have gone through all the trials and tribulations of pushing her away for nothing.” albert sighs, grinning nonetheless.

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albert is probably carrying the biggest bouquet he's seen in his life. there are probably over a hundred (fave/colour) roses in this bouquet - but it's worth it.

it will all be worth it.

he rings the doorbell of your place. waits.

ten minutes have passed and yet he still waits.

twenty. thirty.

the door still doesn't open to him.

his arms have begin to ache with carrying the humongous bouquet and he exhales sadly.

“excuse me,” he begins when he sees an elderly woman come out of a house beside your own. “do you know where the owner of this house has gone?”

the elderly woman looks around her, not sure that the nobld was speaking to her. “me?”

“yes.” albert says. “do you know where she's gone?”

the woman ponders for a moment, “ah, right. you mean (name)?” she says when she remembers. “isn't she boarding the train for london today?”

he feels his heart falls to his feet.

“what?” albert asks weakly.

“mm, i'm not sure if i remember this correctly but i remember another noble—francis, i think his name was, coming around here and discussing with the lady about their departure and future plans.”

future plans? departure? him and you? together?

“w-when—” his voice is unsteady, panic written over his face. “when did they leave?”

“uhh..” the old woman looks around for a clock, remembers she has a pocket watch, opens it. “i think.. around thirty five to fourty minutes ago?”

“and the train, when is it supposed to leave?” his words are spoken hurriedly and looks at the elderly woman with wide, anxious eyes.

but the woman, due to her age isn't sure: “i don't know, young man. maybe.. hmm..”

time is ticking away.

tick-tock.

“i'm not exactly sure.” the elderly woman ponders thoughtfully. “my grandson..he told me about this..”

tick-tock.

“oh, right..!” the woman nods her head enthusiastically upon remembering.

“in i think— around 20 minutes?”

twenty minutes. getting to the station would take fifteen to seventeen minutes by carriage — and that's only possible if there isn't traffic on the road.

albert doesn't even have time to thank the elderly woman; the large bouquet is almost thrown aside as he begins to start sprinting. he's running down the street; looking for any carriage, any, to get to the train station as fast as he can.

he finds one after some searching, practically jumps in. “to the train station, please. and quick!”

the carriage begins to set off, horses trotting down the streets of durham in high speed. the horses run and run until they come to a halt — almost pushing the brown haired noble lunging out of his seat.

nineteen minutes.

“what is going on?” albert exclaims frustratedly, to which the carriage driver answers — “traffic. it seems there's been an accident.”

he huffs, looks down at his pocket watch.

eighteen minutes.

fuck it.

he takes out a small bag of coins from his pocket, passes it to the carriage driver and jumps off his seat.

“sir?” the carriage driver's eyes widen, alarmed.

“i'm getting off. keep the change.” he says to the driver before disappearing into the crowd.

seventeen minutes.

he pushes past people, rushing and scampering past the large huddle of people, exclaiming ‘excuse me’s, ‘sorry’s and ‘passing through’s as he gets through the crowd.

soon, he makes it past the site of accident and all the people swarming that place. he's never ran so fast in his life — he's getting out of breath.

sixteen minutes.

“haa.. haa..” albert's panting, breathing in irregular, hard inhales and breathing out in short exhales.

fifteen minutes.

his legs are hurting.

fourteen minutes.

he's sweating.

thirteen minutes.

his heart feels like it's going to fall out of his chest or just stop instantly. it's pumping, hard.

twelve minutes.

he doesn't know if it's due to the fear of never seeing you again or due to the constant, fast running but his legs begin to feel wobbly.

eleven minutes.

his knees are about to give up. he's sorry, so sorry.

ten minutes.

he can't give up — not now.

‘if there's really a god,’ he prays. ‘then at least let me make it on time.’

nine minutes.

he's grunting to keep on going forward. his ironed, white shirt is practically drenched in sweat now.

eight minutes, seven minutes, six minutes, five...

albert's neck is turning and twisting in all directions, trying to find your familiar face. he looks behind him, only sees a father holding up his child, he looks to his rest, only sees a couple holding hands, he looks to his right, only sees an elderly man feeding his grandson.

and then he looks in front of him. you. ten feet away.

“(name)..” he's panting, huffing, exhaling and inhaling all at once. “(name)!” he staggers forward to you.

you freeze in place.

this familiar voice, you've heard it before. “who—?” you turn around and your eyes widen in shock.

four minutes.

“i'm sorry.” he says, voice shaky. “i'm so, so sorry for everything. i should have never pushed you away — it was wrong of me. all those words, i should have never said them to you. i should have faced a lot of things properly, i should have faced you properly.”

“albert, what are you talking abou-”

“i love you.” his voice breaks, disperses at the end. “that is my answer; i love you too. i have loved you since i first laid my eyes on you, (name). and i'm sorry it took me so long to realize this, to say this.”

you watch him in stunned silence.

he's sweating — he looks haggard, his hair is messed up due to the wind, his shirt has become creased due to the constant running. he's exhausted; but he doesn't stop talking. he needs you to hear him out.

three minutes.

“yell at me, hit me, be angry at me for as long as you want to.” albert says. he takes out something from his pocket; your side bag, you realize. he holds it out to you. “i love everything about you, all your habits, your way of talking, thinking, the rise and fall of your laughter, this- this silly side bag of yours. i love it all.”

is this really happening?

“choose me, (name).” he pleads. “it doesn't matter if i have to spend the rest of my life being scorned by you, if it'll make up for even a fraction of—”

albert's eyes widen and he almost falls backwards. this warm sensation against his lips —

two minutes.

“mmhh..” he hums in surprise, feeling your soft lips against his own. his hands, big and warm situate themselves on your hips and he leans down to kiss you better, kiss you deeper. the two of you are almost running out of breath but neither of you want to pull back; this desperation, this passion is all too consuming for either of you to run away from.

when you pull back, the man almost whines for more. his forehead rests atop yours, eyes closed. “i.. don't know what you've heard,” your voice is hoarse, soft. “but francis is just my business partner.”

his emerald eyes open to meet your (e/c) ones and he breathes a deep, deep sigh of relief. “i see.” he says. “but why are you leaving so suddenly, then?”

“it's not sudden. remember the clinic i wanted to open in london? he'll offer the money to help me run it in exchange for my skills.”

albert groans. “if it was money you needed, i could have given it to you for free. i'll give you everything of mine to you without asking for a cost.”

“no,” you shake your head. “i couldn't do that. plus, the contract and all the necessary arrangements have already been made.”

one minute.

“passengers please board the train.”

you pull away from him. “will you wait for me until i return?” you begin to pull up your luggage but albert takes it from your hands and does it in your stead.

he nods. the two of you walk side by side over the cobbled floor and he helps you get onto the train, puts away your luggage and looks up at you from his position on the platform. “even if you ask me not to.”

“good.” you smile down at him, genuinely. you lean in to place a kiss on cheek and his emerald green eyes unconsciously flutter when you're close to him.

the train begins to move and albert takes a step back. “until next time, (name).” he smiles warmly at you - albeit there's a tinge of sadness on his face upon seeing you go. “i'll write you letters.” he pauses - adds in desperately, just in case: “i love you.”

“i love you too.” you grin. “and if we meet again,” you tell him, having to speak a little more loudly since the train is travelling away from the station. from him.

“don't be a stranger to me.”

the end.

#this took 10 years #off my life #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #albert james moriarty #albert james moriarty x you #albert james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x y/n #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #sebastian moran #james bonde #fred porlock #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader

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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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universe-nero · 2 months

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HBD! Dear Liam

#憂国のモリアーティ #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #happy birthday William james moriarty #ウィル誕2024 #ウィリアム・ジェームズ・モリアーティ誕生祭2024 #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty #sebastian moran #sherlockholmes #ynm sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherliam #sherlock x william

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leblancdamoiselle · 2 years

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Heyy I would love to see reactions from Albert, Moran, Louis and Jack if they accidentally went into William’s and readers room while they were making out

Fandom:Moriarty the Patriot

Thank you<3

✮𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭✮

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Albert

Man's speechless. (His face expression would be like this: 😮 and then it turns to this: 🙂)

*clears throat*

*pretends not to see*

He would be professional about it tho,

It's just that he can never imagine William doing it

Literally this emoji:🧍‍♂️

After telling William what he got to say, he would go out and say "Please continue"

The following day you find a letter on your desk, it's from Albert and the letter says;

Hello (Y/n), I deeply apologize for interrupting your business yesterday. I will allow you to marry William and I promise I won't tell a single soul.

You told William about the letter and he bursts out laughing

LITERALLY PEAK COMEDY

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Moran

Super chill about it

"Why'd you stop? I'm just dropping this this off"

Didn't close the door afterwards

Yet, he would tease YOU for weeks but not William

I mean we all agree that he understands it more than anyone else in the household, no?

"Do my chores and I won't tell Louis and Albert, deal?"

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Louis

He's like: 😰

He shuts the door back after seeing you and William in that state

Louis thought he's ready for this but actually he's a boiled shrimp; all red

William had to assure Louis that it's okay come in from inside (because he's still there, on the other side of the door lmao)

"No it's okay, brother, I will come back another time"

It's keeping him up at night

Avoids you for a week because he thought you might despise him

"Louis are you avoiding me?"

"No I would never," he lied

"Louis," you paused, "You are."

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to walk in on you and William,"

"Oh my God, Louis, it's already been a week,"

"I know."

William ended up giving him a talk to make sure his psychological condition is okay

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Jack

Ganpa Jack is sooooooooo polite

"I apologize for my rudeness,"

Closed the door back right after

His perspective of William changed (lol)

It's like seeing his own son grow up

Like, literally a father figure

He became more 'caring' than he usually is to you

*educates William about adulthood and William appreciates it even though he knew William probably already know*

#albert james moriarty #ynm #yukoku no moriarty #louis moriarty #william moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #louis james moriarty #moriarty the patriot #moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty #mtp william #sebastian moran #mtp moran #james bonde #yuukoku no moriarty

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moriartyluver · 10 months

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Y’all send requests I’m boreddddd

Also I’m thinking of doing an event for 500 followers but I can’t think of anything lol. Send in ideas I’m hella uncreative if that’s even a word

(+Moriarty the patriot memes I found on Pinterest lol)

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #sherlock holmes mtp #mtp louis #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #mtp albert #james bonde #sebastian moran

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rosesrflo · 2 years

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Hi! Sorry for bothering you, I'm new to your account and I don't know if your requests are open. But if they are, can I request Sebastian, William, Sherlock and Louis seeing y/n in lingerie and how would they react? Thank you so much! Have a nice day and take care!!

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U--U

Feats; Sebastian, William, Sherlock, Louis (MTP). Genre; NSFW

Prompt; ❛❛Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.❞ Warnings; a bit handsy but not smut, painfully long, fem!reader/AFAB

Desc; IN WHICH you showcase some interesting outfits for your partner, if only you knew what you do to them. Don’t worry, they’ll let you know with some intimate explanations.

A/N; Of course, lovely! I enjoyed writing this but a few scenarios are rlly long, and I apologise if some characters are a bit ooc (sorry if it’s too/too less smutty), have a good day/night and enjoy! <3

SEBASTIAN;

This man is thirsty asf

What can he say? Force of habit.

If this is what he’s like on a normal basis, you can imagine what he’s like when things get hot, he cannot believe that you think you can wear an alluring lingerie without him at least touching you.

But he must say, black looks good on you.

So much that Sebastian pounces the moment he lays eyes on your figure, his hands hooked underneath your exposed thighs, lifting you against the nearest wall with a smirk etched upon his face as he presses surprisingly soft kisses against your neck.

You’ve dug a hole for yourself, you’re definitely not getting out of this one and the next few hours will be rough.

A muffled squeal fell from your captured lips, Moran’s hands travelled over your body, the fat of your thighs spilled from his tight grip that held you upright, “Well aren’t you a pretty thing?” His eyes hungrily scanned your expression.

“And all for me..” The skimpy fabric hugged your physique in a way that he didn’t dare look away, you looked down at him through lidded lashes, if you knew this was how he’d react, you would have worn lingerie earlier.

Sebastian lowered you onto the floor although his hands didn’t leave you once and continued his onslaught of hickeys to your bared neck. A heated blush crawled onto your cheeks at the sensation, “Not here-! Someone might see us.”

Your request was blatantly tossed aside as he only pressed on, hands trailing from your thighs to more sensitive parts, “Big talk for someone walking around in that.” He pulled away proudly to observe the darkening marks on your neck; ever shameless, Moran doesn’t give a damn whether anyone catches sight.

Not when you’re all dolled up just for him, in fact, he dares them to look at you.

WILLIAM;

How can he resist you?

Revealing, red silk cupped your features perfectly, it was clear as day that you had no idea what filthy thoughts were racing through William’s head at the moment.

Even though his face doesn’t break its charming facade, his heart beats a little faster than usual, and is that a tint of red on his ears?

Your little showcase was slowly yet effectively testing his patience.

Liam isn’t usually a sexually frustrated person, well that was until you dragged him into your shared bed chambers to rate a few rather seductive outfits.

His crimson irises rake up and down you, admiring how irresistible you appeared, every model pose sent his mind into a blurred frenzy - the feeling of your hands balancing on his shoulders as you leaned in to ask him for his thoughts.

Your body barely grazed his and if you lent in just a little further you’d be touching him, just a little closer and he would..-

The ornamented cup of tea clinked throughout the quiet room as Liam lifted it from its porcelain plate to his parted lips. But of course this all served as a minor distraction, the main focus was you, his gaze was half hazed as the straps slid over your bare body.

He wished to rip it off of you in the very moment.

After an anticipated pause, you shyly stepped forwards, hands cusped behind your back, “What about this one..? I like the coverage but it isn’t red..” Mindless mutters cut him off before he could reply.

“You look ravishing, either way.” You blinked at his double meaning compliment, a sweet smile formed on your lips in thanks. William on the other hand was undressing you imaginatively, you were so pure.

Turning away from him, you loosened the straps holding your outfit together, hues of blush heated your cheeks as you tried to undo the bra straps but ultimately failed, “Ah-Liam could you help me with..-“ Gesturing to your situation.

Liam’s beverage had long since gone cold, placing it onto the plate, he watched you nervously saunter towards him. Your hands clasped onto his shoulders for balance whilst he skillfully unclasped your bra straps, he had done this too many times to count. He swallowed audibly.

The lingerie was only just covering you, unconsciously, he held the small of your back and lightly urged you onto his lap; you gasped as he slid the clothing off of your shoulders, his eyes wandered to your exposed assets.

“May I kiss you, darling?” William’s tone was laced with lust as you steadied yourself.

What came after was certainly more than just a kiss.

SHERLOCK;

It was a stuffy night.

and It wasn’t exactly your intention to dress up for Sherlock, it was just so unbearably warm that you simply couldn’t wear anything else.

Unbeknownst to you, the minute he sees you in such revealing clothing, you’ll be even more hot and stuffed; except this time with his cock.

It was late into the night when Sherly received a bit of a gift as he finally retired to his room. You were a sight to behold say the least - all curled up in his bedroom, dark blue fabric danced hazardously across your body.

Unlike the others, Sherlock doesn’t immediately jump to sexual conclusions, no, he admired you. How lucky was he for catching a divine being like you?

He watched your sleeping figure for a few minutes, his eyes glinted with nothing short of admiration, you were absolutely heavenly, especially in that.

Admirations soon faded into lust.

A huff escaped Sherlock as he quickened his pace towards 221B, the sky was midnight blue and the finished cigarette in his hand didn’t ease any thoughts about you. His breathe hitched upon pacing inside the silent flat, everyone was asleep.

Wasting no more time idly standing around, Sherlock started his way to your shared room; the room air was humid, the largest window was far open and you were snoozing as peaceful as ever.

However, his eyes seemed to linger on your sleeping form, but it wasn’t a surprise - your body seemed almost nude if not for the lingerie, bed covers were strewn everywhere except you and the pale moonlight shon down onto your (s/c) skin.

You tossed in your sleep, sensing another person in the room. Sherly knelt by the bed before gently cupping your face, “Now what do we have here, (n/n)?” The familiar scent of cigars and faint cologne, accompanied with his cockney accent woke you from your slumber.

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you blinked at Sherlock’s smirking face, “You’re back, Sherly.” He drew a figurative line with his index finger from your neck, between your breasts, “I’m back.”

“What are you wearing at this hour?” You averted your eyes at the query, “Not that I mind.” He lent in to press a kiss to your neck, despite his vague actions - it was quite obvious to you what would occur next.

“Please be gentle, Sherly, ‘m tired.”

LOUIS (SMUT WARNING);

Contrasting this man’s modest appearance, he’s probably the most sexually active excluding Moran.

Not on his own account but because he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Have you seen yourself? He tries not to think about your body but it affirmatively fails every time you show him one of your revealing outfits.

It makes his mind go brrr, the way it cups your breasts, your thigh high socks don’t help your alibi either, by the time he’s finished with you - you’ll be a mewling mess, bite marks littering your inner thighs.

Yes he’s a biter.

But don’t worry, Louis is an absolute gentleman and awfully good at it, he’ll have you screaming in no time flat.

All that can be said is, good luck.

“I advise you to be quiet, my lady.”

A silent gasp escaped your plush lips as your head fell into the fluffy pillows, Louis’ hands pinned your legs in the air to ensure you didn’t move whilst he worked on your pretty cunt.

Lace, blue garments were pushed aside your left lip, he wanted to devour you in such an outfit that captured your complete charm. Mewls vibrated in your throat, his tongue flickered kitten laps against sensitive nerve bundles.

Despite the situation at hand, a polite smile eased his features once his teeth catch your little bud and you looked just about to pass out, all fucked out. Using one hand to spread your sopping pussy, he pressed two digits into your entrance and he almost came on the spot from how tight you were clenching.

Pushing them in a few more times, you cried out his name as your back near arches off of the bed, “That’s the spot, isn’t it?” Louis leaned in to taste more of your essence, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his lips suckle your swollen clit.

Your legs kick upwards the closer you came to the edge of release, and it wasn’t until then does he realise how hard you were cumming, “Looking so lovely…dressed up in such obscene attire..”

He pulls away breathlessly after you slowly came down from the mind blowing high, your eyes squeezed shut and body trembling. Louis gazed down at the art piece he dubbed you, lightly pecking your forehead, how sinfully gorgeous..

“As you were, my lady.”

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purfectstormzz · 10 months

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Masterlist

A/n: stories that I’ll write in the future will be added on here

Elijah Hewson

End game

I wanna be yours

Enchanted

Million Dollar Man

Robert Keating

It’s not living, if it’s not with you

Alex Turner

Baby I’m yours

Carlos Sainz Jr

Red (Taylor’s version) (serie)

• I knew you were trouble (part 1)

•The moment I knew (part 2)

• Red (part 3)

• The last time (part 4)

• Begin again (part 5)

Bradley Will Simpson

Risk it all

Sebastian Stan

Think I need someone older

My love mine all mine

Who I write for:

F1:

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz Jr

Lando Norris

Lewis Hamilton

Daniel Ricciardo

Logan Sargeant

…

Musician’s

Elijah Hewson

Alex Turner

Harry Styles

Josh Jenkinson

Robert Keating

Ryan Mcmahon

Bradley Will Simpson

…

Actors:

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Timotheé Chalamet

Charlie Gillespie

…

Fictional characters:

Aaron Hotchner

Bucky Barnes

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Dallas Winston

Victor Tan

…

Request are always open!

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vettelsvee · 1 month

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WELCOME TO MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT (LOUIS TOMLINSON'S VERSION)

a formula 1 short stories compilation about my favourite drivers based on each louis tomlinson song

my tortured drivers department masterlist

IMPORTANT INFO YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW!

this compilation will include short stories about sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, oscar piastri, mick schumacher, lando norris, george russell, carlos sainz, max verstappen and charles leclerc.

these works will be driver x reader or driver x fem!oc, and will contain smau, first and third pov, smut and au, mostly. however, i'm open to any topic!

we will be doing an album every week or every two weeks. to choose each album, i'll post a first poll about a certain artist, and then i'll post another poll asking you exactly which album do you want me to post about. ¡! each poll will have de duration of 24 hours, which means we'll need two days to choose an album

i'll try to post as much as i can. however, i'm a uni student and my schedule can change a lot. for this reason, i apologize in advance. also, english is not my first language, so there can be mistakes (feel free to let me know about them!)

taglist is open for all of you who want to join me in my very own tortured drivers department! just let me know in the comments of this post or each artists post!

WALLS

FAITH IN THE FUTURE

1. The greatest | Sebastian Vettel

Just hold on | Carlos Sainz Back to you | Lando Norris

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stellaeerrantes · 11 months

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Moriarty the Patriot beach headcannons

(reminder; this isn't a writing blog)

Albert

Albert absolutely hates sand and seaweed with a passion. It just gets everywhere, it's sticky and irritating. He will be frustrated about it, but won't complain.

He lies in a beach chair, underneath the cool shade of a tree, perhaps drinking some beverage, reading a book or simply enjoying the view.

He's not much of a swimmer, I believe he wouldn't swim at all or just for a little while with his brothers.

Won't let his hair get damaged if possible (I mean it sure takes a lot of effort to style them so perfectly)

Wine.

William (aka my hubby)

He doesn't mind sand or seaweed.

He's not a big swimmer either, but would enjoy a swim with his friends and family.

I can see him reading a book beside Albert, most likely a mathematics related book or a newspaper, drinking his favourite chamomile tea (yes he 100% drinks tea on the beach)

Puts a ton of sunscreen or else he will turn into a tomato.

William is a teacher by nature. He will educate children playing around on sea- related subjects, such as buoyancy or sea life (and probably maths, yeah).

Gives the best advice on how to built the perfect sandcastle and children love him for that.

Louis

Saying that he has packed lunch for everyone would be an understatement.

Somehow he managed to bring with him a kettle and full tea set for his brothers, biscuits, pastries (he made himself obviously) and a literal meal, silverware and plates included. (Jack is so proud)

Most of the time he stays by William's side, quietly enjoying the small vacation whilst attending to him. He states that he's not very fond of swimming and would prefer to stay dry, but in actuality he really wants to.

When William proposes that they go together for a swim the poor boy is so so happy.

Struggles a little with his glasses and gets sunburnt very easily despite bathing in sunscreen.

Moran & Bonde

These two absolute airheads will race one another in EVERYTHING.

Who jumps in the water first, who swims faster, who can hold his breath longer, who can run to the other side of the beach and back faster, and the list goes on.

James comes first at almost everything, which let's just say Moran didn't take very well.

They both flirt with random girls.

Moran will tease Albert for not getting into the water.

They literally annoy the whole beach.

Fred

I think Fred would like to stroll through the beach and collect seashells.

Afterwards he shows his collection to the Moriarty brothers, who give him a small but much deserved applause.

He's an excellent swimmer, and would dive in order to observe the fish and other sea life.

Will throw small pieces of bread in the water for the fish.

He would also do this thing where you just float on the water in a star- shaped position. He enjoys it a lot.

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yukitomybeloved · 1 year

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SCREAMING CRYING DYING THROWING UP WHY

“nii…sa…” I’m not okay

HES 12 AND ITS HIS BIRTHDAY

The way Albert is looking at him while the child is crying and bleeding is making wanna break down in tears

THE WAY HES WEAKLY GRIPPING ALBERTS TROUSERS MY POOR BABY

Ew why tf do I feel bad for him he literally abuses people

But also he’s a child who was constantly influenced by his parents and barely interacted with anyone other than his family which meant he was probably never taught right from wrong

How much y’all wanna bet him and Albert never once got a hug from their parents

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tinkerleaf · 2 months

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Housework

So this little fic was something I wrote in like 2021 with the help of Dreamily, but I loved it too much not to share. I love MtP and had to put something on my blog for it. I also didn't mean to make Moran sound dumb lol. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Synopsis: Moran can't stand to do chores, and Louis can't stand him. The reader tries to save the day. gn reader Pairings: Sebastian Moran/reader/a little bit of everybody Words: 830 Genre: fluff? comedy? lighthearted Warnings: none that I can think of.

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Sebastian was truly a ditz when it came to chores. You had caught Louis scolding him for not helping around with the housework numerous times and couldn’t help but laugh.

Louis was very strict in his expectations and how he ran things, but it made you so happy to know that Sebastian was attempting to do his chores for once.

Normally, he asked Fred or you to do them, which you hated. Especially when you have your own things to do.

But this time? This time, you felt bad about telling him off. As for Louis? He was ecstatic.

You went inside William’s office to pick up some needed papers to finish writing up for his next mission. Unsurprisingly, you found him asleep upon opening the door. He typically fell asleep in strange places all the time due to exhaustion, and you really couldn’t blame him. You could see how often William had been working recently, so it made sense for him to find refuge in such a quiet room. You didn't dare wake him.

However, what did wake him was the sound of glass breaking from downstairs. He jolted awake and was almost startled seeing you there in front of his desk. You two maintained eye contact briefly before he finally spoke, “What was that noise?”

You sighed, “I’m not sure, but if I were to guess, Sebastian dropped another frame.”

He stared at you for another moment giving you a small smile, “Never a dull moment in this house, is there?”

“Not really, no.”

With that said, he got up and left the room as you followed suit. You went through the hallway and down the steps leading to the foyer. Sebastian was standing near the staircase looking down at Louis with fear in his eyes. His hands were above his head and guilt was written all over his face.

Looking down beside the two, you saw the shattered picture frame dispersed on the floor. You rolled your eyes, “You know, I didn’t want to be correct.”

Sebastian whipped around to look at you, “It was an accident! Honest! Louis told me to dust the frames and I did!” He lowered a hand to the back of his neck, “And then it fell…”

Louis stepped forward, “Well, you can't put it back together, right?” He looked directly at Sebastian and then at you, “You can't always ask one of us to fix your problem. We don’t care how it happened. You need to clean the mess, Moran! It’s a simple task.”

“Fine, fine.” The large man muttered before stepping back towards the closet.

You sighed and began to walk away from the scene when Louis stopped you. “Wait! Come here for a second.” You followed him to the kitchen. When you both were inside, he closed the door and turned to you. “I cannot take this anymore.” He pushed his glasses back.

Rather than responding, you simply nodded.

“He does this every time I ask him to do something.” He took out his handkerchief and dabbed it across his forehead. “He does this for attention, you know? But it’s never enough.”

You heard the closet door reopen.

His eyebrows furrowed and sighed, “Please…” He put a hand on your shoulder, “Do something about that stupid man.”

You gave him a nod before heading back to find Sebastian sitting on the couch.

“What are you doing?” You asked annoyed.

He turned to look at you, “Oh!” Before he could say anything else, you crossed your arms and glared at him. He stood up and began picking up the pieces of the frame.

Once they were all gone, you shook your head. “Do I have to watch over you all the time to make sure you do what you’re supposed to do? I only hope you’re not like this on missions.”

He snapped his head up, “No! Of course not!”

“Then why are you letting this go on?”

“Because I hate it when he tells me what to do…and it’s fun to watch him get pissy over little things.”

You scoffed, “There’s no way that’s it.”

“And why not?”

“Because that’s stupid!”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I thought you were on my side.”

“I’m not on anyone’s side! It’s just,” you paused. “Look, just try to make it less obvious that you’re making fun of him. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s stressed enough as it is. And stop throwing your chores to Fred!”

“Fred doesn’t mind.”

“That doesn’t make it right! Stop it!”

He opened his mouth and then closed it. “I understand.”

“Alright. Now let’s get back to work.”

The rest of the night passed without any further incidents, though Sebastian did drop a wine glass or two while Louis was gone.

As you were putting away the dishes after dinner, you heard a loud crash coming from upstairs, followed by yelling.

‘Damnit.”

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ranposbabe · 7 months

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Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 9

You’ve never ran so fast in your life.

The adrenaline rush was heavy as breathe less giggles slip past your lips.

The others were unaware yet you assumed they’d become familiar with your reaccuring absence.

Though, this time instead of sneaking of to some pub or market you chose something not exactly local. A train. Why exactly were you running again ? Well, not only had you snuck out of the manor but you also decided to sneak onto the train….without ever purchasing a ticket.

All was going well until a member of staff caught on, how exactly you were sure nor did you care as the further you got away into another cart the slower the man was and failed to catch up to you.

Briefly looking back you saw the humorous sight of the old man hunched over, failing to catch his breath.

Oh how you wished you knew beforehand that you would share a similar fate.

Still looking back you fail to realize that maybe just maybe you were not the only person possibly in the one carriage.

It was then did you slam into someone’s chest, squinting your eyes shut in shock and slight embarrassment.

“In a hurry ?” An unfamiliar voice spoke out. A voice that belonged to the chest your cheek was still pressed against.

A gasp escapes your lips as you step back finally looking up to see who exactly you practically ran into…hopefully not another staff member.

He wasn’t though. The man you ran into stood tall and yet not having even responded to him you could tell he also stood with great confidence. You liked it.

Maybe because he looked rather casual along with his dark hair back into a ponytail with strands hanging over his forehead.

“I suppose.” You shrug, noticing a certain light in his evidently dark eyes.

He looks over your shoulder and back at you almost as if he guessed what has occurred. A slight smirk blatantly obvious on his lips.

“So where exactly are you off to if you don’t mind me asking ?” The young man asks, swiftly taking out a cigarette from his pocket along with a matchstick.

Your eyes widen at the sight.

If you weren’t going to be caught now you definitely were.

“Want one ?” He asks, the matchstick still in his hand, his cigarette between his lips remains unlit.

“Where are you off to ?” You instead pursue, raising a hand to state your unwillingness to smoke.

“Don’t like having to answer first ?” He chuckles without hesitating to light his cigarette. “London.” He confirms.

“Then I’m off to London.” You nod, a playful yet relaxed grin on your face as his face practically lights up at your words.

“Just looking for a bit of fun.” You bite your lip in uncertainty. Your fingernails practically begging to be picked at with the sudden anxiousness.

“Do you know where I’ll find it ?” You wonder.

“Escaping boredom ?” He raises a brow.

“I’ll show you the way.” The smirk returns to his lips, now certain to never leave.

“Your landlady must hate you !” You laugh before scoffing down your drink, he too soon follows your action.

“Ms Hudson has her ways of showing her displeasure of me.”

The atmosphere in the pub was so not like the pub near the Moriarty’s manor.

This one that had people cheering and laughing together looking so free.

Time was flying by so fast not only was it getting dark outside but for one brief moment you forgot that you were in the literal past.

“I must confess I find it rather odd that I haven’t learnt your name yet.” He places his drink down his finger swirls inside the glass. It was really only then did you notice the unusual skull ring on his index finger.

“y/n.” You realise that during this whole time since the early morning on the train, you didn’t share your name with this man.

Nor did he. “Just y/n.” You don’t hesitate to take a sip from your seemingly never ending drink.

“y/n.” He repeats it to himself as if he had never heard the name before.

“Sherlock.” He stared straight into your eyes for a moment he’s somewhat serious. “Sherlock Holmes.”

You burst out laughing right in his face.

The bartender sends a look of confusion your way.

“I should have known you wouldn’t actually be serious even for a second !”

Even when you calm down he doesn’t say anything. Just a look of wonder along with his brows raised. He also doesn’t hesitate to take a sip of his drink.

“You’re the Sherlock Holmes ?” You roll your eyes “You know of me ?” He asks with amusement in his tone. “Kind of.” You adjust your gaze. It was all starting to become too much. “y/n.” He starts, finishing off his drink.

“You seem like a rather energetic woman and yet today you seem rather reserved, why is that ?”

“This last week has been a lot. I’m trying to figure it out by-

“Running away ?” He smirks.

“Yes !” You jump in your seat.

“You do understand.” You whine, finishing off your drink. The fact that it has been a week was hard to process.

Despite only knowing Sherlock for a couple of hours it felt as if you’d known him your whole life. It was easy to have a conversation with him without feeling like every word of yours was being analysed.

Possibly could have been due to the drink but you felt relaxed around him.

With those in the manor was there anything to talk about with them ? Anytime you did speak with them it felt as if you were begging for chores or having to deal with such lack of genuineness.

Compared to the Moriarty’s and their companions Sherlock felt different.

From the way he talked to the way he dressed you could tell he nothing like the Moriarty brothers. He was so bold that he made you feel normal.

He seemed to be more like type of person you’d associate yourself with.

As well as that he wasn’t even wearing a tie !

The sky was filled with grey clouds as the sky grew darker and darker.

An unlit cigarette in your shaking hand, the cigarette pinched between your thumb and index finger. Sherlock’s newly lit cigarette dangled from his lips as puffs of smoke invaded the air.

“Put it in your mouth.”

Your brows raise at his words.

As he lights your cigarette you barely inhale before taking out the cigarette to cough. The strong smell lingers between

you two. Your breath smells of the toxicity that is smoking and you have to stop yourself from gagging at the stench.

“I have to go.” You cough, waving your hand to avoid the smoke. Only then when stood outside did you find out just how chilly and windy it was. Shaking where you stood also made you remember that you didn’t have a coat. “I’d be a fool to let you wander the streets by yourself.” He shakes his head. “Well then you’re the biggest fool I know, Sherlock Holmes.” You smile and that he returns the soft gesture.

“Well then. Do this fool a favour would you ?” He takes one last inhale before dropping the bud just to crush it under his heel. “Don’t be out on your own, alright ?” He bends down ever so slightly to match your height as he drapes his blazer over your shoulders. “Alright.” You nod.

Yeah, he was different.

It was only when you walked up to the manor did you realise. You hit your head in frustration against the door. It’s late and the doors are most likely locked but as you lean against the door it suddenly opens and you have to stop yourself at the last second from falling over.

When you step inside you notice how empty the place is and how the it is in complete darkness. Although what you do

fail to notice is the shadow of light right behind you.

“Out long ?” An unfortunately familiar voice calls out. You pause right in your tracks, slowly but surely turning around eventually. “Hello.” You smile yet to no avail. William remains standing still an unpleased look on his features.

For a moment he did catch you off guard.

You didn’t really expect anyone except you to wander around late. Even if William wasn’t rested you would’ve thought that he’d stay in his study room busy with whatever rather than bumping into you.

You could laugh at the sight but you didn’t. The sight of William holding what looked to you as a lantern along with William dressed in a robe. There was a part of you that thought maybe he slept in a suit since you never say him or the others wearing anything but their standard suits.

He says nothing yet he needn’t as his face say it all. The way his unreal eyes appear brighter than light itself along with a few of his blond strands falling over his eyes and yet he still looks well presented.

You’re not sure if you can say the same for yourself. The stench of smoke still lingers in your mouth.

“You must feel disrespected by me walking out often.” You shrug, wishing that Sherlock’s blazer would engulf you full.

His eyes glance down at your figure a slight raise to his brow as he sees the jacket that you wear. His stare makes you contemplate turning around and walking straight back out the door.

“Say something will you !” You groan, feeling like a child being scolded.

A slight twitch in his lips is all before he walks right past you making his way to the stairs. “Goodnight y/n.” Is all he says before walking quietly up the stairs.

There’s a part of you that wants to reach out and grab him. Make him explain as to why he can not only torment you so easily but also in a matter of seconds as you and him have only seen each other now for the first of today… or should you say night ?

“Goodnight William.” You mumble, not daring to watch on as he walks up the stairs. You wait until he’s out of sight to then make your way up the stairs.

A sudden uncomfortable thought plagues your mind as you make your way to “your” room.

Was he waiting for your return ?

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