#mtp william

thank you @we-intentionally-exude-calmness for the scanlations

OH MY GOD? WHAT IN THE WHAT IN THE WHATTTTTTTTTT STOPPPPP IM CRYINGGG

OH MY GOD SHERLOCK IS CANONICALLY GAY QUEER?

EVEN THE SCANLATION's TEAM SAYS ITS GAY ASF LMFAOOOOOO I LOVE THIS

Inadvertently, you have become the center of a small drama that resembles a theater scene 🎭: a red spot on your neck. It's not love, and it's not sin. Last night, you were so engrossed in your art project that you lost yourself in the deep red color of the canvas. You're probably leaning against that canvas, or perhaps rubbing a loose brush against your neck without realizing it. Because you're in a hurry, you might miss it when you look in the mirror. They might think it's a love bite (Hickey). A busy morning on the cobbled streets of London means you don't have time to check your reflection in the mirror. The remnants of a night spent with canvas, brushes, and dark red oil paint have unconsciously left a very suspicious mark on your neck.

══✩══╡°˖William James Moriarty

- The polite smile he usually wore suddenly disappeared. His red eyes that had always been calm and calculating suddenly became dark and sharp. William didn't immediately react with an outburst of anger, but the air around him seemed to drop several degrees.

- He stepped forward, closing the distance between you until you could feel the warmth of his body. With a white gloved hand, he gently touched the collar of your shirt, lifting it slightly to see the red stain more clearly.

- In his mind, London turned into a chessboard. And someone just touched the queen without permission ♟️

“Y/N,” his voice was soft, but there was a dangerous, threatening tone behind it. "Did you just meet someone... rude last night?"

- You opened your mouth to explain, to laugh at him, but William's next words, short in a smooth voice but sharp as a velvet knife, made your breath stop. His smile remained gentle... too gentle. A smile that usually means someone will be ‘removed from the equation.’

- Just as his mind began to devise the most perfect scenario to eliminate the "culprit" without a trace, his nose caught the distinctive aroma of linseed oil. He brushed his lips against the skin of your neck; you're shivering violently. This isn't a kiss yet—this is an investigation.

- (*linseed oil*), and his fingers felt the dry texture of the color pigment. The tension in his shoulders suddenly relaxed.

- William laughed softly; His laughter sounded relieved and at the same time laughing at himself for having lost control. "oh my... you really know how to test my patience with that art project, don't you?"

═✩══╡°˖ Sherlock Holmes

- Sherlock didn't waste time on pleasantries. When you passed each other near Baker Street, his eagle-sharp eyes immediately caught the red stain on your long neck. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide with a look of disbelief mixed with outright jealousy.

- "Oi, Y/N! What's with that on your neck?" he called a little too loudly, making a few passersby turn their heads. He approaches quickly, grabs both of your shoulders, and stares at the stain as if it were a clue to murder. "Who is the bastard who dares to do this? Tell me, I'll throw him into the Thames right now!"

- You could only stare at him confused before he leaned his face very close to your neck. He sniffed softly, then narrowed his eyes. He rubbed the stain with his thumb, seeing the red powder stuck to his skin. There was silence for a moment before Sherlock let out a ragged breath, rubbing his face dramatically.

- "Cadmium red paint. Really, Y/N. My heart almost stopped, and it turns out you were just careless with your painting tools. Next time, check your mirror!" he grumbled, even though the tips of his ears were red with embarrassment.

═✩══╡°˖ Albert James Moriarty

- Albert had always been able to hide his emotions behind an elegant mask of nobility, but the sight of your neck almost caused the mask to crack. When he welcomes you for tea, his emerald gaze immediately fixates on your neck. The friendly smile he wore turned into a cold and very possessive expression.

- He didn't say a word at first. He guides you to sit down, then stands directly behind your chair. His long, cool fingers deliberately brushed strands of your hair to the side, leaving the spot completely exposed.

- “My darling,” he whispered in a low voice right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I didn't realize you had an acquaintance who dared to leave a mark of ownership on something that clearly belonged to me."

- When you gasped and hurriedly felt your neck, Albert's fingers rubbed the stain first. The coldness in his eyes immediately melted when the red color ran off his fingers. Albert chuckled softly, uhis jealousy evaporated and was replaced by amusement. He kissed lightly at the paint stains on your neck.

"In the future, let me help you clean up the remaining paint, hm?"

═✩══╡°˖ Fred porlock

- Fred is always silent, but his gaze never leaves you. When you approached him, he stared at you in a casual manner before his eyebrows dropped to your neck. In an instant, his eyes widened completely.

- His thin body stiffened. He took a half step back, staring at the red stain with a mixture of shock, hurt, and seething anger. He lowered his face, hiding his expression behind the shadows, while his hands were tightly clenched at his sides.

- "Y/N..." his voice sounded a little shaky and hoarse, "I have no right to control your personal life, but... at least close the sign in public places. It's not professional."

- He is ready to leave immediately and uses all his abilities to hunt down anyone who touches you. However, seeing such a serious reaction, you finally realized what he meant and immediately rubbed your neck with a handkerchief, revealing that the stain was just dried red paint.