#liam moriarty

DONE.

Does it fit William and Sherlock’s personalities?

idk bro

I was in a rush since I’m about to go to the Airport and can’t bring my drawing pad and laptop.

anyways i love this so much ❤️❤️❤️

William, who when looking for you asks "where is my wife/husband/spouse?"

William, who when(if) you are menstruating always brings you your favourite sweets, a heating pad, and makes sure you rest well

William, who when you fall asleep covers you with the duvet

William, who when you twist your ankle while on a stroll with him, kneels down and wraps his silk scarf around your foot

William, who will listen to every little thought you have about, life, humanity, space, existence at 2 in the morning- gazing into your eyes with pure admiration.

William, who can never say no to you when you look at him with those eyes.

Headcanon Yandere William (William secretly likes you)

William James Moriarty—brilliant, soft-spoken, yet dangerous in silence. You had been his friend all along, someone who could challenge him on the chessboard and read his mind like an open book. But lately, Sherlock had been taking up too much of your time. Too many stares, too many laughs that weren't meant for William.

He never admitted to being jealous—because emotions are a weakness. But every time he saw you standing by the detective's side, he felt like the whole world had shifted off its axis. So that night, when the opportunity arose and it was just the two of you in his study, William smiled as always—graceful, collected. But behind his smile, a storm awaited.

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- William had never really shown any interest in anyone until you came to Moriarty Manor. At first, it was just curiosity: why someone as innocent yet intelligent as you would challenge his logic at chess or cards. But that curiosity turned into a secret obsession.

- You often played chess or cards in his office, Louis brewing hot tea for you. William always won. But what pleased him most wasn't the wins, it was the look on your face when you lost. It was a look of adorable, yet somehow endearing.

- He paid attention to every detail of you. The way you held your knight, the way you bit your lip when you were deep in thought, the way you smiled gently. They were all etched in his memory.

- He didn't betray any emotion, but when you laughed at Sherlock's stupid jokes, he clenched his fists under the table. His eyes remained still and cold. There were no smiles. Only calculations.

- In his mind, he'd planned a thousand ways to keep you close without touching you—but with Sherlock, every moment seemed pointless.

- He began to take small steps, one by one. The anonymous letter on his desk, the pocket watch he'd forgotten whose it was, the scent of his favorite tea wafting for no apparent reason from his study. You thought it was a coincidence, but it wasn't.

- William had noticed your habits. Your commute home. The route you took. Who you wrote to. He wouldn't call it stalking, he was simply making sure you were safe.

- If Sherlock disappeared in the middle of the night, would you still smile like that? He wondered, and realized his own hideous self.

- William had always known how to hide his dark side behind a kind smile. But the moment they were alone, his tone changed—low, slow, almost sinister.

"You've been spending too much time with him lately," he said, staring into your eyes without blinking. "Does he keep you safer than me?"

- You tried to joke, but William didn't smile. He just stared at you, as if calculating how long it would take to make you forget Sherlock forever.

- He wasn't the type to beg for love. He was the type to create it, with terrifying stillness and gentle touches that felt like traps.

- William didn't want to hurt you. But he wouldn't let anyone touch him. So even if Sherlock suddenly disappeared from a case one day and was never seen again, no one might know what had happened.

- And when you finally noticed all the signs—it was too late. William was already there. He gently but slightly ached on your wrist, his long fingers brushing against your flushed skin, his eyes staring at you with blank yet confident eyes.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart. I'm just taking back what was supposed to be mine all along."

- He embraced you, coldly but gently. Behind him, the world was burning. His red eyes burned like hellfire, and he smiled devilishly. His chin rested on your shoulder, breathing in the intoxicating scent of your hair. William's favorite spot. Occasionally, you shivered. His lips pressed against your shoulder, grasping for something inexplicable.

- You knew this was madness, but you didn't want to run away. Because, dangerous as it was, William's love was real. Like a hug from someone who would destroy the world to keep you.

"But William doesn't recognise his actions as justice"