#sherlock is william fics
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i’m so sorry this is hyper specific…. any fics where john calls sherlock ‘WILLIAM!!’ when he’s in trouble or something?? i think it would be hilarious
Hey Nonny!
AHHHHHH eeeee I don't know if I have anything specifically for that, but over the years I have been asked for William Fics, so I'm just gonna use your ask to finally collect what I have <3 If anyone has anything more specific to Nonny's request, please let us know, 'cause Nonny's right, it'd be funny LOL.
That said, here is what I have for "William" fics, which I just did a search for his name and probably don't have any of them correct :( I pulled what I had on my MFL list as well to make this list a bit longer for you. Apologies ahead of time if they're not "William" focussed.
Please let me know if y'all have more!
SHERLOCK’S CALLED “WILLIAM”
See also: Sherlock Called William (Alexx's List)
Vale Mea by JohntheBlonde (G, 622 w., 1 Ch. || Implied/Referenced Death, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Pining Sherlock, Epistolary) – 'I, William Sherlock Scott Holmes...hereby...declare this my last Will and Testament.'
what’s in a name by flight815kitsune (NR, 1,285 w., 1 Ch. || Soulmates AU) – There were some things you just knew. The name, if you were lucky enough to get one, was one of those things.
Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John
we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.
A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space
MARKED FOR LATER
A Prequel of Sorts by foxy61 (G, 6,561 w. || Kidlock / Teenlock, Time Manipulation, Big Brother Mycroft) – William Sherlock Scott Holmes was born in a little cottage in the middle of a blizzard January 6th 1977. He was delivered by an ex-army doctor, one Dr. John Hamish Watson who apparently didn’t exist or at least not yet. Part 2 of A Blizzard Started it All
I Don't Need You to Like Me by Ranowa (T, 7,146 w., 1 Ch || Different First Meeting, Autistic Sherlock, Ableism, Papa Lestrade, Big Brother Mycroft, Child Abuse, Kidlock) – Greg's introduction to child abuse cases is a small, surly child with a broken arm named John Watson... and the even smaller, nonverbal boy that won't leave his side. The smaller, nonverbal boy named William Holmes.
To Belong Series by DrFish (T, 19,400+ w. across 4 works || Series WiP || Victorian / Mythical AU || OctoJohn, Scientist Sherlock, Attempted Kidnapping, BAMF John, Protective / Possessive John, Developing Relationship, Being Lost, Size Difference, Capital Punishment, Happy Ending) – William Sherlock Scott Holmes failed to graduate the University of Cambridge class of 1877. Adrift in London, he accepts a post as assistant naturalist on a scientific expedition to the Western Pacific Ocean aboard Her Majesty's Sailing Ship Frontier. Events do not proceed quite as planned and Sherlock finds himself cruelly cast away by his shipmates. Perhaps he will find salvation in the company of a most unlikely sea creature.
The Corvus That Calls at Night by S_IRIS (E, 19,834+ w., 4/? Ch. || Medieval Fantasy AU || Military John, Swordsman Sherlock, True Love, Historical, Politics, Falling in Love, Sexual Tension, Fictional Religion, Angst, Pining, Infidelity) – A final chance at forging peace between the kingdom of Brevaria in the south and the newly-seceded Brevarian Republic in the north hinges on a strategic but unpopular betrothal between the youngest brother of the Duke of Langley, the heir apparent, and Harriet Lily, the daughter of the Brevarian High Consul. Expectations are that a marriage alliance between Harriet and Prince William might soothe tensions on both sides of the border regarding the alliance and end the protracted civil war. However, Sherlock is only going up to the Brevarian moors in expectation of meeting Harriet’s older brother, the most talented military commander in over six generations. But behind John Watson’s legendary prowess in battle is a dark secret.
An Aftertaste Of Memory by Raithwithwings57 (M, 39,009+ w., 20/? Ch. || Post TRF, Rosie is in this Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Amnesia (Sherlock), Torture, Scars, PTSD, Divorced John, Divorced Lestrade, Misunderstandings) – Sherlock Holmes was believed by most to have died by jumping to his death. A few people, Mycroft Holmes included believed he died in somewhere in Serbia, tortured to death, though his body was never found. Sherlock Holmes himself doesn't believe either of the above, obviously. After being extensively tortured in Serbia, he suffered a traumatic brain injury that left him with amnesia, and deafness. But the doctors say that the deafness is psychological in nature. It doesn't matter much to him. All he knows is that his name is William, and that he was once (and it seems he always will be) in love with a man by the name of John Watson. John has suffered much in the last eight years. Losing his best friend to suicide, marrying and then later being divorced by his wife, battling for joint custody of his child, and generally trying to forge ahead and figure out what the seemingly bleak future holds in store for him. But what he could never expect is Sherlock's sudden return. Nor the man's conviction that once upon a time they were madly in love.
Proper Manners by Jade5687 (E, 40,449 w., 2 Ch. || Medieval Royalty AU || Class Differences, Religion, Post-War, Master/Servant, Identity Issues, Period-Typical Attitudes, First Time, Light Bondage) – Sherlock Holmes is a charming—if somewhat eccentric—nobleman who often spends time with John, an apothecary’s son. When John is offered employment at King William’s castle, however, he fears he will have to say goodbye to Sherlock. But in the end, they might actually become closer than before. Part 1 of the King William's Castle series
Sehnenfäden by holmesian_love and Strange_johnlock (M, 67,879 w., 22 Ch. || Violinist Sherlock AU || Idiots in Love, Alternate First Meeting, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humour, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, First Time, Nature, Music, Seclusion, Angst with Happy Ending, Non-Explicit Sex) – William Sherlock Holmes is a world-renowned violinist, uncompromising with his principles and his punishing schedule, pushed to breaking point by his manager. John Watson is a lost, retired army-doctor, returned to London with nowhere to live. Both men end up in situations which lead them to a secluded German village in the mountains, escaping from the unforgiving world around them. A chance encounter brings them together, sharing a friendship and understanding neither of them have found before. Will they be able to find a way to express their true feelings for one another, to find the path to be together, despite Sherlock’s chaotic lifestyle?
The Killing Principle by Vulpesmellifera (E, 104,593 w., 46 Ch. || American AU || Gay John, Serial Killer Mary, Bum Appreciation, Sherlock is William, Dating Difficulties, BAMF Sherlock, Slow Burn, Thriller, Confessions, Whump, Angst with Happy Ending, Minor Character Death) – John Watson served twice in AmeriCorps, married his high school sweetheart, and then entered med school. A sudden arrest and accusation of multiple murders ends his promising career, irrevocably altering his life's trajectory. Acquitted of his wife’s crimes, John spends the next ten years as the maligned ex-husband of convicted serial killer Mercy Mary. A job offer draws him out of hiding and back to Connecticut - the very state where the crimes were committed. He needs the money, and the job is a dream. Then he meets the brilliant William Vernet, and it seems like he has a second chance at life and love. But the past has a way of catching up.
Beyond Recall by elwinglyre & MrBotanyB (E, 110,201 w. || Apocalypse/Dystopia AU, Alternate First Meeting, Case Fic, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, First Time, Alternating POV) – Dropped into Cardiff on a mission he doesn’t remember, everyday he wakes to a past he doesn’t recall in a world torn apart by pandemic. William (Sherlock Holmes) finds purpose when John Watson finds him. For Watson, this man is a mysterious thief with the uncanny ability to see into people. But there’s something more to this man, and Doctor Watson helps William find the answers to his “magical” deductions. Is he a mad man? A serial killer? Or just damn clever? And what’s his connection to the epidemic that wiped out most of the world?
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I'm so soft for it every time a character calls their lover "angel" or "sunshine" and their lover is literally a dark edge lord self-destructive menace to society who has committed more crimes than countable
#i just read a fic of sherlock calling liam angel#beautiful#show stopping#toe curling#i have ascended#satosugu#gojo x geto#satoru x suguru#sherliam#sherlock x moriarty#sherlock x william#jurdan#kanej#helnik#wesper#buddy daddies#kazurei#kazuki x rei
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Okay, I don't want to be that person, but I notice that a lot of people tend to use the fact that Louis is Liam's biological brother to remark on his importance and the reason why Liam would "trust him more than anyone".
And... I highly doubt Liam would make this difference with his brothers. Especially when the Manga (and LNs) constantly remind us that BOTH Albert and Louis are his brothers, and their bonds are stronger than blood.
Yes, he overprotected Louis and didn't want him to die with him (or even kill people), but he also did this with Albert at the end.
Remember that the "original" Moriarty plan, was meant to end with the three of them dying, but it changed because Liam is too good to let his brothers die with him.
In conclusion, let's try to use less the "because he is his biological brother" because it feels a little like biological>adoptive when that's not the case here.
#yuumori#yuukoku no moriarty#moriarty the patriot#louis james moriarty#william james moriarty#if you ask me i think Louis would do this difference#But thats because he is the only character with a positive biological relationship#(well Sherlock too but this is not about him)#also let's be honest even tho Liam loves Louis he didn't trust him everything#but not because he didn't trust in Louis but because he wanted to protect him#idk if you get it but its basically what the Baskerville arc explained#I was reading fics and i noticed this and i was a little ugh so i came to vent ahjsjsjs#i should be studying
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Not My Name (Moriarty the Patriot)
Summary: William and Sherlock are finally alone together, but before things can get exciting, they start off learning other things about each other...
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @giggly-squiggily!! SURPRISE!! >:D
Thank you for giving me a reason to stick with Tumblr, for fangirling with me about our favorite shows and ships, for giving me the courage to start posting stories again, for being there for me in my darkest moments. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. I'm honored to know you, and I hope your birthday is THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!! 💖💖💖
(Side Note: This is my first and probably only attempt at Moriarty the Patriot, so I gave it everything I had. I hope you all enjoy!)
Word Count: 2,855
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Will didn’t typically bring strange men home from bars.
Technically speaking, he still hadn’t brought a strange man home. He’d brought home a man he knew – a man he’d wanted to get involved with for some time, if he was honest. A man Louis would absolutely kill him for bringing into their home if he found out.
Sherlock Holmes let out a snort. “You’re going to waste time with that?”
Will stopped shrugging out of his suit jacket halfway, the sleeves still on his forearms and the collar bunched around his waist. “Would you prefer I didn’t?”
“There’s no need to bother with that.” Sherlock smirked at him suggestively. “We can have plenty of fun with the clothes still on.”
“Call me a perfectionist, but I do prefer to keep my clothes tidy, Mr. Holmes.”
“Still on with that ‘Mr. Holmes’ nonsense, Professor?”
Will couldn’t help but smile at him. “For now.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes and lay back on the mattress in Will’s room, groaning. “I’m literally in your bed, Liam. I think we can be on a first-name basis.”
“And yet, Liam is not my name.”
“Smartass.” Sherlock glared at him. “William.”
Sherlock Holmes saying his first name with that kind of growl did things to Will’s insides that he wasn’t sure he could stand, in the best possible way.
He hiked his suit jacket back up into its proper place, but kept it unbuttoned as he strode to the bed and leaned down so they were face-to-face. “Clothes on, you say?”
Sherlock smirked. “Yeah. Then I can do this.” The detective grabbed onto his tie and yanked him down even further, falling back on the bed so they were sprawled on top of each other.
Will gasped in surprise and braced himself on his elbows above the dark-haired man. “You’re very forward, Holmes.”
“Ah, we’ve dropped the ‘mister,’ I see.”
He kissed him. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Their lips collided like they were always meant to, like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this one, perfect moment.
It didn’t take long for hands to wander – for Will to slide a hand from Sherlock’s hip to his back, trailing along his side and ribs along the way, wanting to feel him, all of him. He pulled him closer as the detective wrapped his arms around his neck, playing with the buttons on the other man’s suit jacket.
“Liam,” Sherlock groaned, pulling away, breathless.
“Not my name,” Will growled back, finally unclasping the buttons and snaking his hands inside, grasping his waist.
Sherlock tensed beneath him, and all of a sudden Will realized what was happening here. He’d taken Sherlock – Sherlock freaking Holmes – home with him after a night at the bar, and they were in his room together, and now…
Had it all been a mistake?
No, Will decided, his eyes roaming over the detective’s form briefly, mind whirring. The man hadn’t been drunk – neither of them were – and he’d consented readily to this exact scenario, even initiated it before either of them could disrobe. So why was he suddenly looking at Will with such apprehension?
“Holmes?” he said gently, carefully removing his hands from the detective’s waist.
Sherlock smirked. “What’s the matter, my lord? Nervous?”
The taunt sparked something in him, and Will pushed Sherlock down onto the mattress, and this time, seeing the other man’s wide-eyed look only spurred him onward. He loosely straddled his hips and murmured, “Nervous? I’ll show you nervous, Mr. Holmes.”
“Not my name,” Sherlock shot back, then shivered when the nobleman started trying to untuck his shirt. He let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle and clamped his hands down on his arms, stopping him. “N-No need for that. We can do this with our clothes on, can’t we, Liam?”
That’s when it clicked. Will felt everything fall into place, and judging by the panicked look on Sherlock’s features, the detective knew he’d figured it out, too.
“Why, Mr. Holmes,” he said in a low, teasing register, “are you ticklish?”
Sherlock let out a tiny gasp and tried pushing his hands away. “Don’t get any brilliant ideas, now—ack!”
“I deduce that you didn’t want to disrobe due to your high sensitivity, Mr. Holmes,” Will said as he casually began poking along the detective’s waistline. “Would I be correct in that assumption?”
“Bugger off,” Sherlock grumbled, trying to suppress his giggles but failing to hide a wobbly smile.
“That’s not very nice. I should teach you some proper respect for the nobility.”
Will gently grasped his sides and ribs, digging his fingers in gently but consistently, watching with elated satisfaction as the detective first let out a curse, then tried to push him off, then – failing both of those things – covered his mouth with one hand and gripped his assailant’s wrist with the other.
“I know you’re not trying to hide from me,” Will teased menacingly, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of Sherlock’s hand covering his mouth. “I do have other means to get you to open up to me, as it were, Mr. Holmes.”
The look in the detective’s eyes told him he understood what he meant perfectly.
“Buhuhuhuhuhugger off,” Sherlock spat out through helpless giggles as he finally, begrudgingly uncovered his mouth, squirming on the bed beneath Will’s tickling fingers.
Will tsked. “Manners, Holmes. Whatever will I do with you?”
“Lehehehehet me go!”
“Oh, I think not, my dear.” Will grinned down at him and expertly swept up his wrists with one hand, pinning them above him on the pillows. He relished the detective’s useless struggling as he brought his free hand down to poke along his ribs.
Sherlock spasmed and let out a bark of laughter before biting his lip and going back to those adorable giggles, cheeks turning pink as he pressed his face into his arm to try and hide. “Yohohohou nohohohohoble bahahahahastard!”
“You’re not doing yourself any favors calling me names, good sir.”
“Haah!” Sherlock gasped, arching his back as Will darted down to squeeze his hips. “You ahahahahahass! Stohohohohop alreheheheheady!”
William merely smiled at him, digging his fingertips into various ticklish spots sporadically – waist, belly, sides, ribs – gaining a new sound for each new location. He soaked them up eagerly, wanting to learn them all, memorize every spot that got Sherlock giggling and cursing and demanding that he stop.
But more than that, he wanted to find the spot that would make him absolutely crumble.
“Ahahahahahare you sahahahahatisfied yehehehet?!” Sherlock snapped through high-pitched cackles as the blonde reached back to squeeze his thigh, kicking his legs out into the open air as he struggled.
Will smirked. “Not in the slightest.”
“Nohohohohoble jeheheherk – ahahahahaha!” The detective tossed his head back and fought off a shriek when his assailant returned to his ribs. “You’ll wahahahahahake the hohohohohouse, Liam!”
“I have ways of taking care of your noise if it comes to that, my dear Holmes.”
Sherlock’s cheeks turned pink, though he didn’t appear flustered in the slightest. Well, not from the suggestion, anyway. “Lehehehehehet me gohohohoho already, you ahahahahahasshole!”
“Not my name.” Will shifted his grip on Sherlock’s wrists and finally tried the spot that had been calling to him from nearly the beginning. He scribbled lightly in the detective’s open underarm, and oh, the reaction he got.
Sherlock bucked his hips and let out a screech, frantically trying to hide his face in his arm. “Yohohohohou fuhuhuhuhuck! I’ll wahahahahahake everyone up – dohohohohohohon’t!”
“Aha, the first display of submission,” William chuckled. “What would happen if I were to tickle just a bit harder, hmm, Mr. Holmes?”
“Nohohohohot my nahahahahame, you – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
William switched from light scribbling to purposeful digging, and Sherlock arched and thrashed and laughed beneath him, finally losing his defiance as he dissolved into helpless hysterics.
“STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, LIAM!!”
Will chuckled. “Not my name~”
“I’LL WAHAHAHAHAHAKE THE HOHOHOHOHOUSE!!”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
“SAHAHAHAHADISTIC BAHAHAHAHASTARD – NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
William let go of his wrists to dive into both underarms at once, tickling ruthlessly, enjoying Sherlock’s openly laughing face and pink cheeks; the way his hands flew down to grasp his shoulders and try to shove him away with no success whatsoever.
“BUHUHUHUHUHUHUGGER OFF, LIAM!! LIHIHIHIHIHIAM!!”
Will took the opportunity to get right up in his personal space, lips brushing his ear as he murmured, “Not. My. Name.”
“WIHIHIHIHIHIHIHILLIAM!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, STOHOHOHOHOHOP!! PLEASE!!” Sherlock finally submitted, legs kicking wildly as he laughed. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, WILLIAM!!”
Will finally showed him mercy and stopped, smirking with satisfaction as the detective flopped back onto the bed in a breathless heap, still giggling out leftovers as he covered his eyes with one arm and rasped, “That was the worst…”
“Terribly sorry, Holmes. I couldn’t resist,” Will replied, sounding not at all sorry. His heart was racing both from the exertion and from hearing his name tumbling from Sherlock’s lips so frantically like that. The extra noise had been so worth it.
“Bugger,” Sherlock muttered as he propped himself up on his elbows, still trying to catch his breath.
“You like to use that word a lot, don’t you, Holmes?”
Sherlock chuckled. “Not my name.”
Suddenly Will’s world was spinning in a blur of motion and tangled limbs. By the time everything had settled it still took him a moment to realize their positions had been flipped and he was now the one on his back with the detective looming over him triumphantly.
It didn’t take a genius to deduce what was about to happen.
Will was giggling even before Sherlock cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers teasingly.
“Oho? What’s this?” The detective smirked. “Were you just trying to get a rise out of me so I’d tickle you, too?”
“Nohohoho,” Will protested honestly even as the other man started scribbling along his ribs. “I swehehehehear, I dihihihidn’t!”
“Then why do you seem so eager for me to retaliate?”
“Antihihihicipahahahation!”
Sherlock hummed, scanning him with his eyes much in the way Will had at the beginning of the night, making his own conclusions. “Anticipation, hmm? Then what happens if I do this?”
Will’s wrists were pinned together above his head exactly the way Sherlock’s had been just moments before, leaving him no choice but to look up at the detective’s smug features as he used his free hand to wiggle one single finger right in front of his face, gradually moving it closer and closer to his now exposed ribs.
The blonde couldn’t help his reaction; he whined and giggled even though the man wasn’t touching him yet, squirming and shivering the closer he got to touching down. He swore he could feel the ghost of that finger on him already, and he squealed.
Sherlock burst into laughter again, shaking his head. “I’m not even touching you and you’re giggling like a little girl!”
“Plehehehehehease!” Will begged, blushing furiously. “Juhuhuhuhust do it alreheheheheady!”
“Hah! If my lord commands it,” he said, then drilled all five fingers into his ribs at once.
William tossed his head back and shrieked with giggles, doing his best to keep his voice down even as he squirmed, noise after noise being forcefully pulled from his lips. He both loved and hated the way Sherlock was looking at him now, with that triumphant smirk and knowing glint in his eyes.
“You like this, don’t you, Liam?” he teased. “Oh, I’m sorry, William.”
He’d never tried to hide it. Truly, it was impossible to, especially once he got into this position. Will nodded as he cackled, his body reacting on its own even though he wanted nothing more than to stay put and take it.
Sherlock’s responding hum sent shivers down his spine. “Hmm…then what if I were to…?”
The pressure on his wrists lifted, leaving a chill behind that made it clear he’d been released from Sherlock’s grip. Still, he didn’t bring his arms down to stop him. He simply lay there and let out whiny giggles that clearly conveyed how much he was both enjoying and embarrassed by this moment.
“Ooh, interesting,” the detective chuckled, shifting his weight on Will’s hips while simultaneously darting his hands down to squeeze his sides. “What about here – aha! Must be a good spot, eh, Liam?”
Will couldn’t even reply; his giggling shifted into laughter as his arms flew down of their own accord, gripping Sherlock’s wrists loosely. “Plehehehehehehehease!”
“Oh? Please what?”
“Juhuhuhust – plehehehehehease, Hohohohoholmes!”
Sherlock smirked. “If you’d wanted me to tickle you so bad, you could have just asked. No need to come after me first.”
“I dihihihihihidn’t—! It’s nohohohohot lihihihihihike thahahahahahat!” Will arched his back when the detective found a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves along his sides closer to his belly, one hand flying up to cover his mouth.
For a short while, Sherlock contented himself with getting his revenge, tickling all over the blonde’s torso and even reaching back to squeeze his thigh like Will had done to him, but for all of his exploration, he couldn’t seem to find a spot that was particularly ticklish over the others. He hummed, shrugged, and ultimately decided the man must not be overly ticklish like he was. Must be why he liked being tickled – it didn’t wreck his nervous system like it did for Sherlock.
“Now,” the detective murmured after a few minutes of easy tickling, leaning down to withdraw Will’s hand from his mouth and kiss him. “Since we’re already in this position, shall I take the lead?”
Will let out a few extra giggles as he caught his breath and nodded, happy to let the detective do as he pleased with him. He’d been dreaming of this moment for so long, after all. He’d take anything he could get.
Sherlock kissed him with a low growl, and Will wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the detective’s kiss grew more and more heated. A hand that had been resting on his side post-tickling slipped around to trail up his spine, pulling him closer—
Will let out a loud gasp and arched into him, away from his touch. For a moment Sherlock seemed confused, the wheels in his head obviously trying to figure out if he’d done something wrong, but then…
It clicked.
Will was giggling again, but with an added bonus this time – begging. “W-Wait, plehehehease wait, Holmes—”
Sherlock flashed him a wicked grin, and Will knew he was screwed.
“Not my name,” he said, then used one arm to hold him close in a hug trap while his opposite hand dragged fingers from the top of his spine to the base of it, and the blonde completely lost his mind.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Will screeched, unable even to cover his mouth in this awkward position. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, HOHOHOHOLMES – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Quiet, Liam,” Sherlock teased into his ear, wrapping his legs around him as well to keep him fully immobile. “You’ll wake the house~”
“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T – NOT THEHEHEHEHERE, HOLMES!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”
Just then, there was a loud pounding on the door, followed by Louis’ voice. “William! What’s going on? Why are you…laughing?”
“Not to worry, my lord!” Sherlock called on Will’s behalf as the blonde dissolved into silent hysterics as he clawed at the space between his shoulder blades. “He’s in excellent hands! Aren’t you, Liam?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“Is…is that…Sherlock Holmes in there with you?” Louis’ incredulous voice came from outside. The doorknob rattled but didn’t give; thank goodness Will had locked it behind them.
Will knew he had to speak up, or this could end very poorly. He tried to shoot Sherlock a “stop for a minute!” look, but the detective merely grinned at him and kept tickling, forcing him to laugh-shout, “I’M ALL RIHIHIHIHIHIGHT, LOHOHOHOHOUIS!! I PROHOHOHOMISE – SHIHIHIHIT!!”
Sherlock giggled against his neck as he bit his earlobe again. “Now who needs to learn manners, my lord?”
Louis was quiet for so long Will was sure he’d left, but then his voice called out one last time, “You have some explaining to do in the morning, brother!”
Will didn’t even try to reply; he was gasping for breath laughing so hard at this point, Sherlock’s expert violinist fingers teasing and tickling his spine like a pro – and when had he gotten under his shirt to wiggle against his bare skin?!
“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP, HOHOHOHOHOHOLMES!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T—”
Sherlock bit his ear again gently and whispered, “Not my name~”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA SHEHEHEHEHEHERLOHOHOHOHOCK!! SHEHEHEHERL-EEEEEEEE!!!”
“Sherly?!” Sherlock laughed along with him as he drilled into the base of his spine and the top of it simultaneously while still biting and kissing his ears. “That’s brilliant, Liam! Please do call me that again.”
William was going to die like this – trapped and tickled and made to scream by Sherlock freaking Holmes, of all people. It would be a gruesome, tickly death, and decades from now when he was nothing but bones archeologists would wonder why his skeleton was smiling so big.
But for now, he didn’t care about any of that.
Sherlock Holmes was in his room. Louis had already figured it out. There was no need to hide anymore.
He gave in and let the detective do as he pleased with him all night long.
#fanfiction#tickle fic#moriarty the patriot#yuukoku no moriarty#mtp#sherlock holmes#william james moriarty#sherliam#fluff#cute#mild spice#boyfriends#lovers#tickling#ticklish#tickle#happy birthday squiggily!
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Marked (Moriarty The Patriot)
*crawls out of my Sherliam hole* It's my time to SHINE!
Heyo everyone! I've been having the biggest MTP craving lately and decided to write a fic for the series! I hope y'all like it! Also: A massive thank you to @thatbigbisexual29 for inspiring me to write this fic! It's not the original idea we talked about, but it only feels right to shout you out as a helping hand for this little ol' thing :3
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Summary: "How long does this ink of yours stain skin?" "A few short days, why?"
“To a Mister Louis James Moriarty,
Good evening, sport- you might not remember me for it has been quite some time since our last arrangement, but I most certainly remember you. I hope this letter finds you in good health.
You see, due to a series of events I shall not name, I have fallen madly in love with your-”
“Sherly.” William blinked, brows furrowing as he read over the letter before them. “What exactly are you writing to my brother?”
“Hm? Oh, this old work in progress?” Sherlock waved his quilled hand over the parchment, cringing when ink splattered across the page. “Eh- it wasn’t that good anyway. I’m writing to your brother to ask for his blessing in our union.”
William blinked slowly, taking in the words. “Our union.”
“Yes.”
“Sherly- you do realize we’re already married.” In name, anyway. The golden band on William’s finger glinted as he rotated it- a new habit he picked up not long after Sherlock gifted it to him. “Don’t you think it’s a little late to ask for his blessing?”
“Well…yeah.” Sherlock smiled a tad sheepishly, scratching his cheek. “But since he’s not entirely…aware of that part-I figured if I ask him before we all see eachother again it’d be less of a shock. He’d be prepared.”
“And properly stocked with all his knives I’m sure.” William teased, laughing when Sherlock blanched. “Just a jest, dear.” He reached out, tracing his face with his thumb. “He means well- even if at times it can come off rather…intense. I assure you my brother will accept us without a moment’s hesitation.”
“I believe you, but I also believe dear Louie has a wide range of poisons on hand at any given time. One wrong move and I’ll be spending my days glued to the porcelain throne while your brothers are here.” Sherlock leaned into Willaim’s hand as the blonde chuckled more.
“Good thing you’re so well versed in chemistry then.” William took in Sherlock’s face, from the curve of his nose to the fullness of his bottom lip to the growing black stain cross his cheekbones-
“Oh my.” He hadn’t realized he had ink on his fingers. Pulling his hand away, he winced at the sight. “How badly does this ink of yours stain skin?”
“Hm? From my experience, a few short days. Don’t worry- I doubt anyone’s gonna look at your thumb that much…” At William’s blank stare, he turned to look at the nearest reflective surface, feeling his brows shoot up. “Liam.”
“Forgive me. It was an honest mista-hahake.” The blonde scooted back in his chair, barely fighting down a sudden onslaught of laughter at Sherlock’s growing glare. The ink smear ran across the entirety of Sherlock’s cheek before touching his nose. There was no way to hide it completely.
“An honest mistake? That’s why you’re laughing, eh?” Sherlock stood slowly approaching the grinning blonde before bowing over, nose to nose with him. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Pfft- No! No, not all.” The blonde schooled his features into a look of composure, the only indication he wanted to laugh in his eyes as he held Sherlock’s gaze. “I just remembered something amusing, that’s all.”
“Tell me.” Sherlock leaned in closer, practically nose to nose. “I’m listening.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t like it- it’s an inside joke. You’d have to be th-” The blonde arched suddenly, eyes widened and lips flat.
“Cat got your tongue, Liam?” The detective was grinning now, his hands finding the blonde's sides as he began walking fingers up his waist, pressing with each tap. “Don’t be shy- talk to me.”
“T-There’s nothing to s-say! Sherly- ple-ease!” The blonde gently pushed at him, leaning back in his chair as his giggle fits grew harder to suppress. Still- he refused to cave so easily. “Ta-ake my word for i-ihit!”
“.....” Sherlock looked at him, hands pausing as they rested against his sides. For a moment, William was sure he’d survived.
Then Sherlock shoved both hands back and began skittering them along his spine and oh dear god-
“Shssk! Shehehehehehrlock, wahahhhhahahait!” That’s all it took- immediately William was a mess of laughter, squirming in his husband’s- it was still so odd to call him that- arms as his worst spot was tickled. “Pleahahhahhahse, enohohoohohohguh!”
“Do you really want me to stop? From what I’m observing, I’d say not.” Sherlock kept one hand on his back while the other returned to his ribs, pressing in like a pianist and earning a proper gasp of laughter from the other. “You’re barely fighting back- and I can safely say I know when you really mean it, Liam. Not to mention by the angle of your body, you’re not even trying to protect your worst spot; I can trace your spine all day long and you’d probably thank me for it.” That earned him a pinch to the ribs, making him jerk back some with a huff of laughter. “See what I mean? And finally…” He leaned in so they were forehead to forehead, preventing William from hiding his face as he drew out the prettiest sounds. “You love me too much to ever push me away.”
“Ahehahahahhaha! Aahahhhastute ohohohohobservahahhahation, Mr. Hohohohohlmes! Ahhahahhahas, you fohoohohrgotten a grehahahhahhat fachaahhactor.” At Sherlock’s raised eyebrows, William attacked. “I cahahahhan do thiihihis!”
Fingers dug into Sherlock’s highest ribs, pinching a few times in rapid succession. The detective let out a squeal before flailing backwards, tripping over his own feet as he landed on his ass. “Oh you are a devil-” Sherlock fumed, softening immediately as William doubled over in renewed mirth, a muffled snort barely heard from behind his hands.
“Shehehherly, are you oohohoohkay?” He gasped out, laughing harder when he looked at him. It wasn’t long before the detective was laughing just as hard, shaking his head at how silly the whole ordeal was. “I’m fine- my butt’s sore though, but that’s nothing new with us.”
William gaped at him. A pillow soon followed, smacking him dead on while the detective cackled like a goon. “You are truly a scoundrel, Mr. Holmes.”
“You love me.” Sherlock was before him once more, leaning on his thighs as he smiled up at him.
“I do.” William ran his fingers against his cheek, tracing the fading ink smudge. “Even when you’re been marked.”
“Yeah-oi!” Sherlock squeezed his knee before standing up, squishing himself into the seat beside the giggly blonde. “It’ll fade soon. That’ll be good for both of us.”
“Both of us?” William blinked curiously at him. Sherlock smiled as he reached out, brushing blond bangs from his husband’s face.
“Don’t worry about it, love.” He leaned in, kissing the inky smudge across William’s forehead.
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#MTP#tickle#tickle fic#sherlock holmes#william james moriarty#sherliam#I had a craving and I ran with it#fluff#thanks for reading!
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It's 6am i have school but i cant stop thinking about Sherliam rockstar au. Sherlock being the ever loved 80s rockstar and William beeing his nerd bf that the fans just love to talk about. Them eating chicken wings backstage and kissing behind cars in public so no one recognizes them? Also brings out the ever present opportunity of "hey liam you need to kiss me so that person looks away in disgust before they recognize me" pre-dating. Just,, ahhhhh man Sherliam Rockstar AU.
#fic ideas#pls tell me if anyone writes this id love to read it#moriarty the patriot#sherliam#yuukoku no moriarty#william james moriarty#sherlock moriarty the patriot#yuumori
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Hii coming back to yuukoku no moriarty
I enjoyed that so much and also... Next week I'm probably gonna take a break cuz my birthday is coming on 19th this month hehe so I may sneak a few fics here and there
Enjoyyy ps spoilers for moriarty the patriot
Summary: Sherlock enjoys the phrase William always uses when he wants to catch him. But fortunately for him and unfortunately for Will Sherlock has a another thing he desires...
Me? Beg how absurd!
"Pleease Liam!"
Silence.
"Just one time... Trust me I won't ask u to say it too much!"
Sighing, William James Moriarty gave him a tired look as he stopped his attempts to grade the papers piled up on his desk. Aparantly a certain childish detective wishes an audience from him and so far he was able to entertain me (undeniably even himself).
So far the phrase 'catch me if u can' Brough some sense of happiness however it doesn't stop there.
When he gives Sherlock an inch he takes a mile.
"For God's sake, I can't beg without a reason Mr. Holmes"
"I know, I know... but it sounds almost as arousing as that line! Please... just once"
"No..." Shaking his head, Will returns to his work, and the detective pouts look a bit immature in his actions.
"Alright fine, I'll make u beg!"
Will shrugs now and notices Sherlock constantly trying to loom over him, perhaps distracting him. "Behave... like a good detective"
"Ugh, fine..." he sits back down, and that made Will chuckle in amusement, seeing how he resembles a child there.
Sherlock thinks harder and attempts to slide a foot over his leg as he thought accidently hitting his leg "Sorry..."
But thats a good idea... he purposefully crosses his legs again and hitting him gently, on purpose.
Will notices this and ignores though it is irritating. Now Sherlock smirks "Oh Liam what's that? Your brow twitched... wanna beg me to stop?"
"Do you think that makes me wanna beg? Mr. Holmes, I expected u to read the situation well, but... ah!" He flinched so hard that the pen drops on the desk. The pointy tip of Sherlock's shoe slides up his shin and that caught his attention unfavourably.
"Something wrong?" He grins now gently sliding up his knee and Will backs off to shrug off the touch "What...? You OK?"
"Crap... Holmes don't-!" He stumbles back again and glares "stop it..."
"My, I haven't seen a look like that, my sweet Liam." he comes forward, "What? You like me to do... this?" He slides his hand up his hips, and Will backs to a corner, suddenly letting a reaction unexpected and something which Sherlock didn't intend to get from him.
"Wait... are you ticklish?"
Blushing Will frowns "No... why?"
Sherlock grins now "I was trying to make u moan but it seems something even better will make u beg..."
"Wait-" he gasped now grabbing his wrists "Don't... hehe uhuh Sheherlock!"
"Oh? This..." squeezing his waist making a giggle slip past his lips, "I don't see why it bothers you, Mr. Not ticklish?"
"Wahahait, sehehriously haha... Sheherlock!" He squeaked now and then Sherlock perked his ears "Was that begging I hear?"
"Nohoho! It's hehehe, a command!" He giggles, sinking back against the wall weak to it already.
Laughing, Sherlock couldn't help but tease. "Bloody hell, Liam, how could the Lord of crimes even be intimidating if you're so giggly and adorable?" He chuckled, now pinching his ribs more prominently, making him cackle back."Is a tickle all that it takes to break you?"
Giggling but nothing to say so Sherlock crawls his fingers up the top ribs. "What's under here~?"
"Ahahaha pl-" he instantly closes his lips, but that doesn't go unnoticed by the detective. He grins like a child. "Oho... was that that I think it was... soooo closee!"
Will squirms now, "Whahatever dihihid you hehehear you mahahahan chihihild?"
Pause, and it was at this moment this professor knew, he messed up.
"AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT! JEEHEHEHEZ! AHAHAHA HOHOHOLMES!"
"Ooof..." he winces playfully at Will's predicament as he tickled his armpits "Didn't see that coming did ya?"
"EHEHENOUGH! STAHAHAHAP THAT! FOHOHOOL!"
Shaking his head "Oh no sweetheart, you should beg not order... I'm tickling you till you beg for mercy!"
After a while or torturous processing his decision he gave up. Will can never handle tickles and teases, especially from this menace. He cried out desperately "HAHAHA PLEHEHEHASE! STAHAHAP AHAHA MEHEHERCY!"
Fingers stopped and Will gasps for breath, flushed and tired, he didn't look like the calm professor anyone assumed he was before now that... he's well tickled pink.
"Ahaha, gohosh, you're ahaha trickster!" He giggles a bit and notices Sherlock suddenly in awe, "Liam...well..."
"Whahat?"
"I think I have a kink in listening to you beg like that..." he said it with a blank face and Will frowns with a groan "Huh? My word...surely you jest..."
Grinning, he leaned forward. "That's even more satisfying than that line you used!"
"Whatever... just let me have a break, aha, " he waves a hand and Sherlock grins "what? So that means I can do it again?"
"Ha! Try again? This was unprepared, next time I won't make a single implore!"
"Again? You liked that, didn't you, Liam?"
"Oh hush! I got work, so leave, " but a smile remains as he pushes his face gently.
#ticklish!william#tickle fic#cute#fluff#yuukoku no moriarty#william james moriarty#ler sherlock#sherlock holmes#moriarty the patriot
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Somewhere Between Drowning and Living
Sherliam Week ‘23, Day 1 Prompt: Wounds.
• Yuukoku no Moriarty/ Moriarty the Patriot
• Sherliam / Sherlock Holmes x William Moriarty
• Teen and Up
Summary
Blood.
It was everywhere, suspended in a blur of curling tendrils and clouds like crimson cigarette smoke, and please god, let it be his own, this time.
Let the wound be his.
Let his hands be numb but cleansed, finally, in waters that would end his abhorrent life.
William closed his eyes and felt himself surrender to it once more.
And, just like every other time he’d found himself sinking, hopeless, dying …
Warmth embraced his face. There was light again, and a figure — that angelic image, haloed above him, and then contact at his lips —
Heat coursed through his chest, and he gasped raggedly against the mouth of a man whom he was — physically — little more than acquainted with, and yet — existentially — seemed stitched soul to soul.
Live. We both must live.
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#sherliam#Sherliam week 2023#yuumori#yuukoku no moriarty#moriarty the patriot#william james moriarty#Sherlock Holmes#fic update
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okay listen.
i know there are people hanging out here who specifically found me through this fic. and these people will remember that i tried not once but twice to write a continuation for that fic and make it a series. and i completely fucked it up both times and ended up deleting it because i'm a perfectionist.
well, i'm trying again once itnosinlk is done because i got one single new comment on the fic and now i wanna try writing more for it. let's hope this isn't a horrible idea. third time's the charm. i hope.
#i also wanna branch out from just bsd fic#cause i've been writing almost exclusively bsd for like a year#and i intended to be a multifandom blog and my ao3 is also quite diverse in fandoms#so yaaay yuumori renessaince#we'll see how it goes#ao3#fanfiction#yuukoku no moriarty#yuumori#sherliam#sherlock holmes#william james moriarty#moriarty the patriot
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Oops... She did it again ;)
#moriarty the patriot#ynm fanfiction#ynm mycroft#ynm albert#alcroft fics#alcroft#myal#ynm sherlock#ynm william#ynm louis#ynm fic#albert james moriarty#mtp mycroft#albert x mycroft
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Oh my god hergan i cant believe i havent shown you this fic yet
Oh! I've read that fic! Like. A long time ago I think before I found your tumblr account or knew who you were. I think when I first was getting into yuumori and just shoveling fics into my face and only managing to comment on some because I was reading SO MANY FICS because I was horribly obsessed and my thoughts were all over the place.
Apparently I read it so fast that I didn't even click kudos? But I've literally read this like twice before omg
It's really good! It's such a sweet and romantic moment, even if Liam is crying through it, poor man. And the Billy thoughts end notes are hilarious. That was what *I* had thought was going to happen when I was first looking at your A/N at the beginning lol
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Pairing: William James Moriarty/Sherlock Holmes
Summary: a short collection of the gentle moments William and Sherlock shared in New York. A story of loving through hard edges, sleepless nights, and boiled eggs between the lord of crime and the greatest detective. (or 5+1 domestic sherliam in new york go brr)
“Coming right up,” the man, Jim, said, gathering the supplies. “Stocking up for the wife? How is she, by the way?”
Sherlock’s hand fumbled with his lighter, making it clatter clumsily on the counter.
William raised an eyebrow.
“Wife?” he said behind his mug, hiding a growing smirk. “I hadn’t realized you had a wife, Sherly.”
#sherliam#yuukuko no moriarty#william james moriarty#sherlock holmes#moriarty the patriot#ao3 fic#sherliam fic#moriarty the patriot fic#ynm#whitenoface writes
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Moriarty The Patriot Promp shipp
Promp from Albert x Louis fic or maybe Mycal that some might use. Or perhaps it covers all the ships, from Alwill to Sherlia to LouisxWilliam, passing through MoranxWill.
"Well, stop saying that wanting a strong man to save you is sexist! Maybe all I want is to sit back for once in my life and let a cute, smart, sexy, sweet man do all the work!"
#moriarty the patriot#sebastian moran#william james moriarty#sherliam#sherlock holmes#mycal#albert james moriarty#louis james moriarty#albert james moriarty x louis james moriarty#promp fic#allwill#alwill#william james moriarty x albert james moriarty#louis james moriarty x william james moriarty#mycrosoft holmes
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Mary and Liam: *talking about their love for their husbands and their gratitude for helping them atone/let go of the past*
Sherlock and John: *being the best husbands and squealing over their spouses*
#moriarty the patriot#yuukoku no moriarty#sherliam#sherlock holmes#william james moriarty#john watson#mary morstan#john x mary#are there any fics with liam and mary interacting?#like they both have mysterious pasts and are blondes#with john and sherlock simping#i want more interactions
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When I write sad scenes I don't cry often but writing a scene where Juniper could be dying and Sherliam are sad and panicked had me balling like a baby as I wrote it😭😭
#moriarty the patriot#william james moriarty#yuukuko no moriarty#albert james moriarty#louis james moriarty#sherlock holmes#mtp#ynm#james bonde#sebastian moran#sherjunliam#sherliam x male oc#sherliam x oc#sherliam x oc fic#sherliam
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Caterpillar Rave (Moriarty The Patriot)
~I wrote this at 3 am.~
CW: Bugs, swearing
Summary: A caterpillar shows up in William's study and he's not having it. Sherly finds the whole thing incredibly amusing.
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“Liam..”
“Don’t.” The blonde cut him off, not at all liking how amused Sherlock Holmes sounded in this moment. “Please, just…remove it.”
“But Liam, it’s only a ‘Pilly!” Sherlock nodded to the bright green caterpillar sitting on the window seal, struggling along towards one of William’s potted plants. “Don’t you know these little guys turn into some of the prettiest butterflies?”
“I don’t care. Remove it, please.” William glared, not budging from his spot towards the back of the room, his face grim. He had come to his study this morning to find none other than this intruder lingering about. “Ideally before it makes a meal out of my roses.”
“But of course.” Sherlock grinned, walking over and gathering the small critter in hand, giggling as it marched across his fingers. “Tickly little thing, aren’t ya? Alright- where’d you want this little guy, Liam?”
“Outside preferably- don’t come over here with it!” William stepped back when the detective approached, cupping his hands. “Just- dispose of it out the window or something!”
“Come now, Liam. You and I both know ‘Pilly’s don’t hurt humans.” Sherlock laughed as he turned back to the window, opening it up and letting the little guy go among some nearby ivy. “They’re good for the Ecosystem! Eat all the invasive plants and whatnot.”
“That’s lovely, and I’ll gladly let them do that outside. Not here.” William seemed to relax some upon the caterpillar’s exit, turning to his desk. “They’re welcome to the weeds amongst the garden; though I suspect Fred will pitch a fit if they find their way to his tomatoes..”
“Poor kid would disguise himself as one just to take them down.” Sherlock snickered at the mental image, walking up to William with his hands still in fists. “I hadn’t known you were afraid of Pillys, Liam.”
“I’m not afraid of them. I just find them disgust-EEH!” William archered when he felt something ticklish at the back of his neck, his collar being pulled. Slapping a hand there, the other reaching around to feel his back, it was only then he realized nothing had been dropped down his clothes. Turning around, he cut a scary look at Sherlock, face red. “You are a scoundrel, Mr. Holmes.”
Sherlock howled in mirth, head thrown back as he held his belly. “Oohohohoho my god! What a sqheheheal that was, Liam! Oohohohoho, god! *Snort* Yohohohohur fahahahce!”
William only continued to glare, arms crossed and scowl permanent as Sherlock doubled over, slapping his knees as he cackled. “Are you done? If not, you can continue your laughing fits back at Baker Street.”
“Wahhait! Wait, Liam, I’m-pffft! Ehehehe! I’m sorry!” Sherlock shuffled over to the glaring blonde, holding up his hands in apology. “You’d know I’d never actually do that to you! I just wahahanted to spohohook you, thahahat’s all!”
William only turned away, silent as stone. Sherlock sobered, wondering if he’d genuinely hurt the other man with his prank.
“Liam, I truly am sorry-”
What happened next was a blur. Sherlock had gone to apologize properly, a flash of red gleamed, and the next thing he knew he was on his back, arching with a shout of laughter as William’s fingers attacked his ribs. “AH! AHhahhehahhahahaha! L-LIihihihihiham, pleahahhahahahse!”
“My, how quickly you’ve gone to begging. After how much laughing you’ve done at me just now, I’d figure you’d want to keep going.” William teased, something devilish in his voice as he wormed his fingers up and down Sherlock’s ribs. “Don’t stop on my account, now.”
“Ahehahahhhahahahaha! Lihihihiihihiam! Lihihihihiam, pleehahahhhahahse, nohohohohot the rihihihiihihihbs!” The detective thrashed and squealed, torn between curling into a ball and fighting the hands working their way up slowly towards his upper ribs. “Coohohohohome ohohoohoh, I’m shahahhhahahrry!”
“I don’t believe you.” William spoke without malice. “This isn’t nearly as hard as the way you laughed after your little prank. I think it’s only fair we reach that same level before I let you go.” His thumbs drew circles against the brunette’s upper ribs, the rest of his fingers tapping along his armpits. “My, is this a bad spot?”
“EEEE! Lihihiihhiihhiam, dohoohohoohon’t!” Sherlock arched, nearly sending them both flying as those dastardly fingers dug into his upper torso. Reaching out, he gently squeezed the blonde’s sides, making him yelp and pull his hands back. “Gohohohohotcha nohohohohow!”
“Ihihi’m suhuhuhre you thohohohught!” William giggled out as he pushed the hands away, reaching back and squeezing Sherlock’s knee. The detective all but spasmed, a squeaky guffaw breaking out his lips. “Now, If I recall correctly, you have a rather good tickle spot right along…”
“Nohohohoho! Nohohoohho, Liahahhaam plehehehahse! Not the fehehhet! Not the FEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHT!” Sherlock shrieked when his feet were attacked, William’s nails dancing against his socked soles. Flopping like a fish, Sherlock’s next few rounds of noise were a combination of swears, jumbled threats, and pleads for mercy. “LIHIHIIIHIAM, PLEHAHHAHAHSE!”
“Done laughing at me? Are you going to pull any more tricks like that?” William asked.
“YHEHEHEHEHEHS! I MEAHHAHAN NOOHOOHOHO! BOHOHOHOOTH?”
“Both? Now which one are you referring to, Sherly?” William released his feet, moving back up to squeeze the detective’s legs, making him kick and giggle. “Are you intending to prank me again with those awful things?”
“Nohohoohhoohoho! *Snort* Nehehhehehehver!” Sherlock wheezed, cheeks rosy and lightly glistening.
“Are you done laughing at me?”
“Mahahhahaybe? Ah! Ohoohohokay ohohohokay!” Sherlock squeaked when a hand went back to his knee briefly. “Ihihihihiihm done, I swhehheahhahar!”
“Hm…very well.” William released the other, watching as Sherlock collapsed against the wooden floors with a gasp. “You’re forgiven. Do that again and I’ll have your head.”
“Whihiihch one?” Sherlock asked, giggling through a yelp when William pinched his arm, shaking his head.
“You’re terrible.”
“You lohohove me.”
“You’re just fortunate I do.” William turned to get up, only to find Sherlock’s arms locking him in place. “Sherly, I do need to get some work done.”
“You tickle me to tears and think that’s the end? I think not!” Sherlock declared, pressing his face into the blonde’s neck, nuzzling it gently. “Besides, you work all the time. Come spend the day with me. We’ll go to that hotspring again- get something good to eat along the way. Besides.” Sherlock’s tone turned conspiratorial as he eyed the window. “What if that Pilly comes back and brings friends? They’d ambush you!”
“I’ll be sure to sacrifice you to them.” William elbowed him gently in the belly, earning a huff of laughter against his neck. “I’m sure they’d find someone like you to their taste; even if it’d be a light meal when they reach your brain.”
“Light meal!? Oh, you’re asking for it now, Liam! Come here!” The tickles resumed, this time William’s laughter filling the room alongside Sherlocks.
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Down below, Fred stared incredulously at the small patch of Caterpillars munching at his Tomato plant.
“This.” He pointed, already making plans on his newest disguise. “Means WAR!”
Thanks for reading!
#MTP#tickle#tickle fic#sherlock holmes#william james moriarty#sherliam#fluff#Lee!Sherlock#I wrote this forever ago#It was all a blur#I like the idea of William being afraid of caterpillers#And lee!Sherly Burly#I'm incredibly tired as I write these tags lols#tw: bugs#tw: swearing#pranks and hijinks#I'm going to bed now I swear#I just found this this morning and it made me laugh all day and now I'm sharing it lols#goodnight everyone for real now :P
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