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Evelyn Jane Lawrence

Charlotte Jane Lawrence

Adela Jane Lawrence

Louisa Jane Lawrence

Lysander Holmes

Eloise James Moriarty

Lì Huìzhēn

Moriarty the Patriot Love Interests

Evelyn: William James Moriarty

Charlotte: Albert James Moriarty

Adela: Louis James Moriarty

Louisa: Eloise James Moriarty

Lysander: Sebastian Moran

Eloise: Louisa Jane Lawrence

Huìzhēn: Sherlock Holmes

Ok! Moriarity... getting frustrated about something domestic.

Warnings: pregnant!reader

“You’re not serious?” Jim’s eyes were small slits and everyone else would probably be running in fear by now. But not you. After years of dating the consulting criminal you knew his tendency for dramatics.

“It’s nice to see you off work early” A sweet smile played on your lips and you totally ignored your boyfriend who stood in the door key still in hand. Your eyes went back down to the offending object you were holding, Jim would get around on his own when he was done being a drama queen.

“Oh. No.” Every word was punctuated to empathise his distaste for the situation. When he finally stepped into your living room he took the gun from your hand in one swift motion.

“Hey!” You pretested but were totally ignored. Jim clicked the open gun shut and aimed it at your companions head. Both of you sighed. “Seb! Why in the world would you let my eight months pregnant girlfriend clean a gun?!”

“She was bored?” Sebastian Moran, number one sniper and Jims best friend, offered with a shrug. “It’s not like someone who dates you would be much for knitting cute kitten sweaters.”

“She’s pregnant!”

“Pregnant and bored” You threw in “Can I have my gun back now?”

“No!”

im sorry but am i the only one who realisses how fucking creepy the moran/william;moran/louis ship is???? moran canonically met both liam and louis when they were minors and moran was an adult. which isnt like dating someone you know since they were a minor count as p*dophilia.

inspiration for my username

albert can't cook....got it

ATTENTION, MY GUYS

I think I found Kuro or maybe his long, lost, great grandfather or something. idk, forgive me for wasting your time, byeeeee!!

(From Moriarty the Patriot)

I’m going to be completely honest, my favourite duo in Moriarty The Patriot is James Bond and Sebastian Moran.

Their interactions are so funny to me, and it’s nice to see some development when they begin to trust each other etc.

Plus I love them both so much, their characters are good and they’re two of the funniest characters at the same time for me.

A bit wild fantasy about the possible variant of Sebastian Moran to complement Andrew Scott’s Moriarty. Promotional photos lol

Photographer: Me

Moran: Gelou Karoll

Rifle: Barrett M82

Location: Russia, Moscow.

Inspired by: raaawrbin

Update: ahhhaha just give me some money and I’ll take him  to London with me

Here is a little something,

Two days ago, I finished reading the Moriarty no patriot manga and

1. Louis james moriarty is a hotty husbando and a precious being that must be protected at all costs

But most importantly

2. The night I finished it, I had a dream and, among other things that I saw, was a scene where Louis and Moran were making out (pretty intense if you ask me👀). And I woke up and I was like, hmm, that is actually a very interesting couple, you know, in a casual manner.

And here I am now, deep into that hole of this ship and its fanfics/pics. I might as well breathe it.

All aboard the ship, bitches!

I don't know about you pals, but Moran being very fond of Louis' scar has a special place in my happy shippy brain/heart.

Alrighty! I have a few so let's get into it.

1) (I have a post about it but imma write it again) Louis one time had a heart episode so painful he thought he might actually (only fainted though). He didn't tell William the extent of the pain cause that day his brother wasn't with him and he knows that would throw William off/increase his already big fear/concern

I have actually written a fanfic based on that headcanon on AO3, it is called "my most hidden secret". You can check it out if you like ☺️

2) Louis oftentimes likes to joke about not "having" any involvement in the whole scheme. He is like:"they just found me in an orphanage, I don't know what you're talking about🤷‍♂️"

3) regarding languages that they might know

Moriarthree : French

Moran: French and very little Norwegian (learnt a song so he could impress someone, *cough*Louis*cough*that song Loki sang in the series*cough*)

Bond/Irene :Spanish

Patterson: Italian

Sherlock: German

(I haven't thought about the rest 😔)

4) When Albert sleeps, he sometimes makes an angry frown (reason: Who knows?)

5) Sherlock break-dances

6) Louis actually curses more than he lets others believe (entertaining? Worrisome? You choose.)

7)Louis can sing very well. When younger and accompanied by William in the piano, they provided entertainment for guests in the Rockwell mansion (I believe I forget their name but oh well😭)

8) (in the context of a relationship) Moran is very fond of Louis' scar. It is one reason why, when sharing a bed, Moran insists he sleeps on the left side so that when they face each other, he can touch/kiss/caress it

9) Fred brings cats home every two weeks

And that concludes my presentation ✨

What are some of your favorite headcanons for Moriarty the Patriot characters?

Besties I got a third thing signed

I love my job I love my job I love my job

Praise be free convention passes in exachange for standing on hard concrete floors for 8-10 hours a day during the con

Albert is handsome but in the same time really not that Handsome. Same with william

I'm starting to think that Louis is the acually really handsome one of these 3.

Yeah Louis really does looks the best, but you know what?

I have to say William looked majestic in this pic I love this one alot. He eat ngl.

But what really bothered me about wills and Alberts looks are that there jaws are drawn too big sometimes.

Don't get me wrong there jaws are beautiful but sometimes too big or differently drawn but Louis always stayed the same and always looked good.

I think Louis had the best glow up too (mostly because he started to show us is whole face and he looks really really good)

And why does Alberts hair looks so all over the place all the time 😭?

Mtp the remains ending was beautiful

I'm really exited for part 2 of the story

It makes me so emotional that these 2 had another child after all the suffering and I liked how it is Shows and proved that Williams Actions weren't just spilling blood but also acually being abel to help the people who he helped.

I also liked how they insisted that they have to make another family picture with everbody in it this time.

Plus I'm sooo happy for my girl Helena I love her so much !!! And that she and her father are back togehter made me so happy!!!! But I wonder if she will show up again just like the other Helena.

I loved remains alot but I thought it was way to short but it makes sense, it was only meant to be a small series on a few events that happend but were Importend thats why I'm really exited for part 2 of mtp.

I hope we get to see more of the characters themselfs as individualls and there feelings, views and more specially the ones that didn't had alot of screentime or we don't know alot about.

Tags! @wolliak @viiper1 @diveintovortex

William and Albert have such a fake smile

(Alberts hair look so bad here lol)

Anyway this is the smile they most of the time carry around, it never reached there eyes because they don't smile they just put on a grimace, a mask to hide whatever must be hidden and they look really awkward + fake with it.

Louis dosen't smile often too but when he does It's a genuine smile but there was once this time skip chapter were he faked it.

Guys it really lookes like Albert has a Mole near his jaw on the neck or something please tell me you see it too and I never saw it before!!!!

This picture is a very great example, there smiles look more happier I'd say. Specially the first one, after all the sadness there finally togehter again. And also the first one is when they did business as lord of crimes.

However the anime did bring more effort in some ways to make there smiles look more geniuen more times.

There smiles look less awkward and less forced.

(Here maybe It's because there also alone and not doing Business)

I have to give the anime credits for making Alberts hair look better they look wayyyy more in place but they looked chaotic only when he had his hat on. Acually they looks chaotic all the time sometimes in the anime too.

However they sometimes made Williams hair look wayyy too big, for examples when we see his side Profil his hair looks so damn big on the back like what.

Louis honestly has the best hair from all of the characters there.

James and Sebastians hair looks too chaotic sometimes, freds hair sometimes reminded me of a hedgehog (I still love there hair and this is no hate)

But I also really liked Von herders hair and patterson his hair.

Anyways lets go back to there smiles again-

Here we can see him looking at william and his smile looks so fake again plus he is quit angry and he destroyed a little from the glass, It's likely he did that out of his own Anger and it mustn't have anything to do with the picture.

But maybe, maybe, mabye he saw trough that smile and saw the pain he hide, all the crimes and sadness and was so angry that they and most Importenly his little brother had to do that too.

He wanted to change the World but at what cost? At the cost of there happiness.

Or he was angry that it wasn't already changed?

Or he just didn't like the pic who knows ?

Also In that one chapter where Louis was on a Mission he had the Name "Lucas J. Morgans" as if no one could tell that the names could be connected somehow.

But Louis is really over looked even now after everything and he became in Charge of everything.

I think ppl see him as the cute boy and he is cute just like fred but lets not forget what they're capebale of.

He looks so matured and good in here like wow, he is so Handsome.

(Ig those old clichy movies are right, change your hair just a little and remove the glasses and your a whole new person)

Thankyou all for reading

❤️

Tags!!! @viiper1 @wolliak @diveintovortex

Moriarty & the Priest

(This will contain spoilers for the second season of Fleabag)

So, I discovered the fic These Violent Delights by @pasiphile (and its accompanying stories) last year and it was incredible. I have loved Andrew Scott’s Jim Moriarty since the freaking pool scene and just devoured the world that @pasiphile has created. Truly spectacular. It’s canon as far as I’m concerned.

Then I saw that Andrew Scott was playing a character in the show Fleabag so I watched a clip on youtube from the show (of him and Fleabag making out by a confessional) and I thought, “I have to watch this show.” 

So, I watched it. And it was beautiful. Bittersweet. I started watching the second season again and this thought popped into my brain (and I can’t have been the first to think this):

What if, after Jim “died,” he spent the ensuing time (before his resurrection) becoming a priest? 

(Now, I like to consider myself to be a fanfic reader of discerning taste. In any crossover fic there has to be a believable reason for the crossover. I’m pretty good with the whole “expansion of disbelief” thing, but there are limits.)

So, here’s how it would work: 

Jim “kills” himself on the roof of the hospital and he needs to lie low for awhile. He needs to distance himself from Seb because while the rest of the world may be ignorant of Seb’s existence, the criminal world is rife with information (all rumors and hearsay because Jim is nothing if not thorough) and they can’t be seen together (or even rumored to be seen together) until Jim’s ready for the next stage of his plan to commence. What’s he gonna do in the interim? He’s not going to be himself, that’s for sure. And a priest is pretty far removed from consulting criminal, so why not go to seminary? 

He’s ordained and is sent to a perish and that is where we enter the Fleabag universe (yeah, we might be getting a bit timey-whimey, get over it). One thing he forgot was how Seb helped ground him in reality. Without him (and his Web) it is easy to get lost in a character. He’s molded himself into this foulmouthed priest and people are drawn to him - they can’t help themselves. Jim’s magnetism is a lot harder to hide, easier to do for smaller characters, and he makes it work for the priest. He meets this woman, this beautifully tragic woman who doesn’t fit in with the rest of the world - her resonance doesn’t quite match up. 

(I love that, in the show, the Priest is the only one who notices Fleabag’s 4th wall breaks. That is such a Jim thing - after all, the Priest may not be Jim but Jim is the Priest and he can never fully turn off his brain. Of course he’s going to notice someone slipping away here and there.)

Jim loves chaos, he thrives in it - it’s never chaotic for him - and he revels in the chance to see what chaos this woman will cause. He reads her easily, unconsciously, the mask falling away as if it were never there. There’s so much grief and fear and guilt and loneliness - it’s intoxicating.

(At the dinner scene in the restaurant, when Fleabag asks if he is a real priest, she surprises him. He can count on one finger the number of people who have done that. But Jim is Jim and his mask stays up. Yes, he is a real priest. But, darling, he doesn’t say, I’m so much more.)

Jim enjoys making her fall in love with him, pretending to be so vulnerable and so human. It’s beautiful and, despite being predictable, it’s the most fun he’s had since before the trial - before he began to lose himself in Rich Brook and before he started distancing himself from Seb. And for a moment Jim’s irreversibly furious at Seb for turning him into such a romantic idiot. But that’s the Priest, not Jim. Jim doesn’t love. Jim owns. 

(When their drinking G&Ts in his garden and he tells her they’re not going to have sex he knows he’s lying. He also wishes that he could convince her to drop it. He doesn’t really like sex - this stint as a priest is hardly his first go of celibacy. [Seb is the exception, of course, but that had more to do with Seb than Jim.] But then he get’s a bit bored and messes with his own plan and has her bear her soul to him in the confessional. For a second he’s Jim Moriarty again, commanding his subjects to kneel. He can see how uncomfortable this makes her, how vulnerable she is. And he almost laughs. But instead he drags the Priest back up and the Priest kneels before he and kisses her. It really is luck that brings the painting crashing to the ground.

In the end, they do have sex. Of course they do. Even she knew they would. And it’s…not his worst sexual experience. She’s not Seb, so the emotion she’s practically suffocating him with is uncomfortable. But she’s stopped slipping away quite as much when she’s with him. Interesting…and a bit disappointing.

He notices it at the wedding. Her resonance is not quite as off as it use to be. She’s a bit less out of step with the everyone else around her. And he’s so disappointed. She’s so ordinary now. But he knew it would end like this, of course.)

He leaves, pretends to be heartbroken about it, pretends to love her, even manages to shed a few tears. But he has an empire to get back to, a right hand to whip into shape, and a pair of brothers to destroy once and for all. 

He leaves, because that’s what people do. 

So, I decided to write the fic myself

I mean, it was half written anyways

You’re thirty-three when you shoot yourself in the head on the rooftop of St. Bart’s hospital. You’ve been holding London by the balls for almost ten years. Rich Brook may have been the (temporary) downfall of Sherlock Holmes, but he did more damage than you anticipated.

Seb has been picking up the slack over the last two years. He thinks that you can’t see the consequences of your obsession, but Seb can be so annoyingly human sometimes. You see everything. It was always going to end like this. But you didn’t anticipate the effect it would have on Seb. He’s surprised you again. Despite everything, he still loves you. He can be so annoyingly human sometimes.

The story can’t pick up again for another five years. You need to distance yourself from your kingdom. The stories of your reign need time to become legends. And you just know Seb is going to hold a grudge about this, he always did have trouble seeing the whole picture.

So, you have five years to spare. Five years to disappear into somebody else, somebody less. It’s all planned out, you’re going to Allen Hall. Maybe you should leave London, but people are so boring and this is the last place they’ll look for you. Seb won’t want to stick around and someone needs to keep an eye of things. Even if it is the distant eye of a broken man determined to change his life by going to seminary and becoming a priest. That really is the last place anyone would look for you.

You enter seminary and it quickly becomes a bit of a game. You’re thirty-three, older than the other prospective priests but you’re used to being an outsider. So, you push boundaries. You never paid them any mind before, why should you start now? You swear more than is acceptable, you talk about your alcoholic parents, you even make up a pedophile brother. (Seb would love that one. You’ll have to tell him about the silence that follows whenever you drop that tidbit). But like all games, you grow weary of this one. Everyone is so fucking predictable. You wish you could just sleep through the next five years.

At long last you're ordained. You do your six months as a deacon and every day you contemplate stabbing the priest in the face. He’s an old fucker. Probably wouldn’t live much longer even if you weren’t there to speed things along with a touch of aconite. He had a weak heart an no one questions the heart attack he suffers the week before your parish assignment comes through. Asking you to take over is only logical.

Things get a bit more interesting after that. Pam really keeps you on your toes, she’s always there when you turn around – you contemplate getting a little bell for her to wear around her neck. The parishioners are a bit of fun. You revisit your game from seminary – push boundaries just to see how far you can push them. And then this batty woman comes and ask you to be the priest at her wedding to the father of her godchildren. You leap at the chance to join them for dinner and that’s when you meet her. There’s something just a bit...off with her. She’s resonating at a different frequency than everyone else – an outsider, like you but not like you.

When you meet her at the restaurant she asks if you’re a real priest; she surprises you. You can count on one finger the number of people who have done that. Yes, you say, I’m a real priest. But, darling, you doesn’t say, I’m so much more.

She’s good, but no one is as good at wearing a mask as you. You read her easily, unconsciously, the mask falling away as if it were never there. There’s so much grief and fear and guilt and loneliness – it’s intoxicating. The chaos she brings would be a work of art, were it intentional. You want to harness it, own it, teach her to wield it like a knife. But that won’t work. She doesn’t mean for any of it to happen – it’s her sister who had the miscarriage, obviously, and the ensuing violence simply the result of sisterly affection. But, God, who gives someone a voucher for counseling? (That’s another thing you’ll have to tell Seb about – that list is starting to get long.)

There are these moments when she slips away. You don’t know where she goes, don’t see the destination. That intrigues you more than it should. It’s more of a testament about your life these last few years than it is of her. But where is she going? It infuriates you that you can’t figure it out.

You have time, and you know how this ends, but everyone else is so very boring; you don’t care that she’ll be just as boring afterwards. You’re exile is nearly over and you’ve missed making the world dance for you. She falls for you easily, so ready to believe how vulnerable and how human you are. It’s so predictable and so beautiful and so fun – the most fun you’ve had since before the trial. (Before you began to lose yourself in Rich Brook and before you began distancing yourself from Seb.) You know how this ends, but why shouldn’t you have your fun?

You’re not going to have sex, you tell her in the back garden, drinking those disgusting canned G&Ts from M&S. That’s a lie, but you almost wish it weren’t. You don’t really like sex – this stint as a priest is hardly your first go at celibacy. Seb is the exception, of course, but that has more to do with Seb than you. And if there is anyone to blame for this mess, it’s Seb. You find yourself furious at him for turning you into such a romantic idiot. You’re Jim Moriarty – you don’t love, you own. But you’re not Jim Moriarty – Jim died almost five years ago and it’s not yet time for him to return. Right now, you’re the broken priest with the broken girl falling in love with you. It’s as hilarious as it is annoying.

And maybe it’s out of spite, or maybe it’s out of boredom, but you’re starting to get a bit tired of this charade. You pry a bit too much, pick at the wounds she tries so hard to hide, and kicks you out of her little cafe. It won’t last, you know, and it doesn’t. She’s runs back to you later the same night. You act the tipsy fool and convince her to bare her soul to you in the confessional. You tell her to kneel and for a second, you’re Jim Moriarty again – back on your throne with genuflecting subjects before you. You revel in her discomfort and to stop yourself from laughing you kneel down and kiss her. It really is luck that brings the painting crashing down to the ground.

You fuck her a few nights later. It’s not your worst sexual experience, but she’s not Seb. She’s suffocates you with her emotions and you’re honestly surprised you can even perform under these conditions. She’s stopped slipping away quite as much when she’s with you. And isn’t that interesting? And just a tiny bit disappointing?

You notice it at the wedding – she’s still out of step with everyone around her, but it’s a bit less obvious now. And you knew this would happen, but still, your so disappointed. She’s so ordinary now.

You leave, pretend to be all heartbroken about it, pretend to love her. You even manage to shed a few tears. But you have an empire to reclaim, a right hand to whip into shape, and a pair of brothers to destroy once and for all.

You leave, because that’s what people do.

Da Vinci Code Alcroft AU

Mycroft Holmes, an Oxford symbolism professor, is suddenly involved in a murder case.

The victim? Sebastian Moran, the curator of the Louvre.

The prime suspect? Mycroft himself.

All gets more complicated when Albert Moriarty, a french cryptologist, gets involved.

Mycroft discovers that Albert has personal stakes in the case. Sebastian was his best friend and legal guardian.

He took Albert in after a car crash killed his parents and his three younger brothers.

But Sebastian left clues in the Museum about a secret society related to the Holy Grail, and it's their job to find it and find his murderer.

Ok, now I'm tired. A few more highlights:

James is Sebastian's partner and the one who raised Albert's younger brothers, William and Louis, in secret.

That's right, they didn't die. The parents and the original William did though.

The guardians are Fred Porlock, Jack Renfield and Vivian Moneypenny (let's pretend women can be guardians).

The crazy monk is Billy (don't worry, he lives), and the bishop is Zach Patterson.

Sherlock is the Holy Grail expert that they consult, and John is his loyal servant.

In this AU, he's not a villain. He and William are working together to protect the Grail from everyone, and Sebastian and the guardians were planning to divulge the secret, so they were killed.

Albert and Mycroft have to choose between their brothers and justice.

However, before they decide on anything, James reports that Sherlock and William ran away to America, to never be seen again.

Sebastian's and the guardian's memory lives on in Mycroft and Albert.

Also, big thanks to @neversleepingagain , for planting this idea rent-free in my mind.