(Y/n)'s Fantasies

Karasuno

Karasuno Purge

Crush Series ft. Kageyama

Boyfriend Headcanons

Kageyama in Shiratorizawa Headcanon

Wrong idea ft. Yamaguchi

Suspicious ft. Tanaka

Nekoma

Crush Series ft. Kuroo

Crush Series ft. Kenma

Crush Series ft. Yaku

Boyfriend Headcanons

Love Triangle ft. Kuroo and Kenma

Kuroo Imagine

First Meeting ft. Kuroo

Fukurodani

Crush Series ft. Akaashi

Band AU ft. Akaashi

Aoba Johsai

General Dating Headcanons

Various

Itadori 

Megumi

Courting

Gojo

Inumaki

Various

Joining the crew ft. platonic student reader

William James Moriarty

Bleached

Albert Moriarty

Louis Moriarty

Sebastian Moran

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Send Requests & Asks

Though upon meeting William a few years back right after a business transaction made by your father and William’s eldest brother Albert you had become close friends, and maybe something even more. The time you’ve spent with him made you feel free, free enough to express yourself because you knew he wasn’t one to judge. It was a breath of fresh air, you never had to worry about the public eye whenever you were with him. These days you have a little skip in your step, after gaining the confidence to just be yourself.

You had made a big decision of getting your hair dyed and you were quite jittery upon entering your estate with your newly done hair. The little adrenaline rush of somewhat planned impulsivity of getting it dyed thrilled you though you know that others may have mixed feelings about your new hair. It hadn't mattered to you much since you were sick of playing the perfect daughter role. You knew your parents would have to find out one way or another you just hoped they would be accepting. Besides, it was just hair and it wasn’t that bad. If anything you thought you looked 10x better a blonde.

Still, you made an effort into hiding it for the day and probably dropping the gun and talking about it tomorrow since you were still pretty tired.

Closing the doors silently you enter your room and just as you set out a sigh of relief you hear a clatter and a piercing shriek.

Maggie, your personal maid, was in your room with tea now stained on the carpet floor as she looked at you with wide eyes. Upon realizing it was just you, her young mistress, she had calmed down and rushed towards you. Holding you by the shoulders she inspected you in amazement.

“You- you’re hair!” she exclaimed in excitement, “You’re blonde! How-”

You giggled lightly at her amazement and loss of words and babbling as she held a few locks of your hair in her fingers.

“I’ve had it done earlier,” you said, giving a little spin. “How does it look?”

“Absolutely stunning dear!”

Her response brings a smile to your face.

“What in the heavens?!” A deep male voice exclaimed from behind the door and your smile had grown shaky as you realized that the voice belonged to your father.

You mustered up a smile and took a deep breath before facing him.

“Do you like it?” you asked. “It’s preposterous! outrageous! What were you thinking?! Or did you even think at all?!” “Please calm down it’s just- “Hair?” Pinching the bridge of his nose he turned away from you with a shake of his head. “ You’re being selfish again, why can’t you just listen?”

In a much quieter tone he says “why can't you just get it through your head that your actions greatly affect the family! your brother is months away from getting married and you-

why can't you just think about what others might think and stop with this nonsense.”

Each word brings a pang in your heart as your eyes sting with tears. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him either as you grew small in his presence, self conscious even.

A silence passed and neither of you spoke. The tension in the room was suffocating, your father looked as though he had more to say but he just clicked his tongue before moving towards the door.

“Maggie, please clean up this mess,” your father said without turning back to look at the now scampering maid.

Sparing one last look he sighs and says, “I’m done with this conversation, with you, you can go jump out the balcony for all I care.”

Once the door clicks shut, you fall on your knees. Never before had your father said anything so harsh nor has he raised his voice towards you before. The tears threatening to spill had already made its way down your cheeks and you choked up a sob. All the confidence you had built over the past years felt like it was deteriorating and the only feeling that ate you up was guilt and shame.

Maggie comes back in and rushes towards your side as she sees you crying. “He doesn’t mean that sweetie,” she says all while cooing consoling words and holding your crumpled form.

You couldn’t fall asleep that night, your fathers words replaying like a broken record. Were you selfish? Was it your fault? You couldn’t help but think that and once again the ugly feeling of shame was boiling up within the pits of your stomach.

Watching from your balcony, your father who was talking to the coachman below. Downcast, he hadn’t spoken to you all day. Thinking back to last night where he couldn’t even look at you during family dinner nor even say a word to you during breakfast.

As though you were drilling holes into his head from above he had turned to face your balcony. You stepped back to avoid being seen but you saw him shake his head and then you felt the shame creep up again.

You were frustrated. At your father’s silence, his words, at yourself for letting it get to you so much. It was so really unlike you and you felt tears start to sting at your eyes. You knew your schedule was free today so you had decided to head for the Moriarty manor, your safe haven.

You made your way there without delay, gripping at your skirt as you sped through the streets of London, ignoring the weird stares and whispers of those who had recognised you. Nothing was more important now than getting there, since you were minutes away from breaking down once more.

Upon reaching the manor you were greeted by the familiar face of Louis who was tending to the gardens by the gate. Delighted you made your way towards him. “Louis!” He turned his head and stood with a shocked and bewildered expression as he blinked twice almost as if checking if what he saw was correct. “(y/n)?” he asked and you happily nodded.

“What happened to you, you look like you have been crying?” he asks.

You scratch your head a bit and mention how it was a long story not even denying the fact that he found out you were crying. Louis offers you another understanding smile as he walks with you to the manor telling you he’d go fetch William for you.

“I forgot to mention,” he says as he led you through the long hallways of the manor, “You look beautiful by the way, I’m sure my brother would think so too.”

You in turn blushed in response to his words.

“You can stay in the living room (y/n), I’ll go inform William of your presence now,” he says with a curt nod and a smile.

“Thanks Lou,” you say as you both exchange another set of smiles before he takes his leave.

A few minutes pass and you hear the sound of quick steps, the door of the living room bursting open to reveal none other than William Moriarty with the most agitated expression ever.

His agitation morphed to shock as he took one long look at you and he slowly moved towards the couch you had been sitting on.

One of his rare small smiles grace his face as he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand tenderly.

“You look different,” he jests, then takes a lock of your hair between his fingers and rubs them. You both sit in comfortable silence and he takes this time to inspect your face, he notices the little circles around your eyes and how puffy they look not to mention your slightly rosey tipped nose. It wouldn’t take a detective to know you had been crying.

He looks at you expectantly and you take it as a sign to start spilling the beans. You tell him of how you had dyed your hair the other day to sneaking into the family manor that night uptil how your father had scolded you for your actions.

William just sat there with his hand in yours, staring at you lovingly as you replayed the story. Squeezing your hands ever so lightly when you had told him that your father had told you to kill yourself. He was appalled with your father to say the least, you the most brilliant person he had met and someone had the audacity to say such hurtful things to.

As you move your arms around animatedly to show your frustrations he found them rather cute and amusing, another smile moves up to his face. You were too caught up in retelling the story to notice him bring his hands to your chin. He moves your chin to face him and this action silences you.

Smiling at you once more he moves the hand holding your chin to caress your face. “Listen,it's true you have to consider others' opinions but that's just the tip of the iceberg, think about it... do we have more confidence in their opinions than we do our own? self-care is never a selfish act.”

You sigh, taking his hand that was on your face in your own, “It’s different when those people are your family. I don’t know how I could go back and face th-” “You don’t have to go back,” he grumbles under his breath but enough for you to hear.

“...then where would I go?”

“Simple,” he says with a compelling dangerous glint in his crimson eyes. “You are of age now, stay with me. I will marry you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and awkwardly laughed it off thinking it was another one of Williams jokes but the look in his eye told you that he was dead serious. Your cheeks then set aflame as numerous butterflies crashed around your stomach and chest.

“I know it is much too early for a proposal but I promise to love and cherish you for as long as my heart keeps beating,” He then stands and extends a hand for you to take, almost a silent sign of asking you to accept. And once you do slip your hand in his he holds you by the waist for an embrace and whispers in your ear.

“Besides, I think you look lovely as a blonde.”

This comment leaves you in a fit of giggles. William James Moriarty will always continue to be your safe haven, a pillar of support.

Hey there angel I hope you’re feeling alright please remember that you cant let others decide your self worth for you so try not to let huetful comments let you down. I’m pretty sure you look amazing and hopefully your father will come around with getting used to seeing your hair that way. I hope this story was to your liking as well have some moriarty love!

you were an insider

just like Fred your jobs consist of going undercover and gathering information

Just like any other student in the academy William taught at you had quite the status, a socialite from a well known family 

Coming from a family with a rather big name and that sort of status held its benefits which means you had access to information about various inside affairs and business 

and since you come from a respectable family that made you quite the spy because nobody would really suspect that the “kind (l/n) family heir would do such a thing” 

at first you had ended up becoming an unofficial member after Lucian’s case and continued to be the Moriarty’s eyes and ears 

but after an incident with another rival business that ended with your family dead, William generously offered his services of revenge 

after all that's transpired you ended up as a member to the moriarty crew

A real valued member at that

To say the Moriarty brothers are fond of you would be an understatement cause they treat you like a younger brother/sister

With Albert

Now Albert has always been a family man 

He loves his brothers a lot and dotes on them from time to time but more often than not he feels a bit dejected now that his brothers are now so grown up 

and when the addition of you joining the crew he was delighted to see a fresh face

There isn’t really much of an age gap between him and his brothers because they were around his age when they met but with you oh boy 

10 year age gap lezzgeddit 

He’ll use this as an opportunity to spoil you to make up for not being able to do that to William and Louis

He’d send you post cards, gifts and little trinkets

He regrets that he has to work in an office 

Albert loves it when you ramble about anything

It makes him feel soft that you trust him with your thoughts and even secrets

With William

Ever since the gang took you in and you moved out of the dorms expect to get culture shocked 

William at home and William in school are two different people 

There's this strict rule of separating school life and home life mostly because he wants to keep it professional

will occasionally join you for lunch doe 

It also feels weird not calling him Professor at home

Tutors you loads and sometimes laughs at your misery and failed attempts in answering math problems

He’s also really quite good in teaching other subjects like science, english, history and etc. 

kinda feels unreal 

finds it funny when you rant about school too and sometimes he’d give his two cents on some teachers or other students you find annoying

With Louis

He’s soft that he has a new younger sibling around

Boy is so used to being the youngest but now he has a younger sib around cue shocked Pikachu face

He’d spoil you the most out of all the brothers

Bakes you extra cookies cause why not

tries not to be obvious about it 

He’d ask you how school is going all the time even though he could literally ask William

He knows he isn’t much compared to his brothers but it warms his heart whenever you both hangout

He also is the best listener and secret keeper in the household so you’d go to him to rant all the time 

He’d get worried when you get assigned to do missions and would ask if you’d like him to accompany you