#ynm

A standalone headcanon for Moriarty the Patriot - William, Sherlock, and Moran. The reader (Y/N, his beloved gn/fem reader) is 155cm tall. Each chapter explores their dynamics, interactions, and how their height difference creates sweet, funny, and slightly flirtatious moments. ✨

🕯 William James Moriarty (185cm) x Y/N (155cm)

Elegant, Kind, Protective

- William always leans forward slightly when he speaks to you, speaking in a low, calm voice. He's used to maintaining eye contact, and sometimes even bows slightly, a small gesture he only does for you.

- When you walk together, he adjusts his pace so you don't have to chase him. His hand is always on your back, as if the world is about to fall apart and he's the only thing keeping you safe.

- When you look up at him with a serious expression, annoyed at him, William looks down with a faint smile.

"My love if you're this cute from below, there's no way you can scare me."

- In the kitchen, he'd instinctively reach for something from the top shelf and watch you jump up to grab it. Sometimes he'd pretend not to notice, come up behind you, and whisper.

"Let me help you," he said, grabbing a plate with ease. You'd snort in frustration.

- But in tender moments, like when you fell asleep on the sofa, he'd kneel down so your face was level with his, stroke his hair, and say softly.

"You always look the most calm when you're not trying to reach for the sky."

🕵️‍♂️ Sherlock Holmes (185 cm) x Y/N (155 cm)

Chaos, Teasing, Emotional

- Sherlock often teased you with names like “shorty” or “my little accomplice,” just to see your cheeks turn red.

- Sherlock noticed the height difference from the first time they met and immediately teased you.

"You're not some imaginary creature that escaped from a children's bookshelf, are you?"

- But when he saw you were genuinely angry, he fell silent, then smiled gently, as if enjoying your reaction more than he should.

- He often drops his hat on your head because he loves seeing you angry. "It suits you, even when you seem to be drowning in rage."

- When you're fighting and you try to look him in the eye with anger, he just leans closer and lowers his voice an octave.

"Then let me bow, my dear."

But in a calm moment—when you're standing next to him on Baker Street after a difficult case—he stares at you for a moment, then mutters in an almost inaudible voice, "I sometimes forget how small you are in this world, and how precious you are to me."

- Sometimes, unconsciously, he gently strokes your head or shoulders. It's probably out of a hidden protectiveness.

🔥 Sebastian Moran (198cm) x Y/N (155cm)

Dominant, rough-hewn tenderness, slightly possessive

- Moran is about two heads taller than you. In front of him, you're like a tiny creature. But that's what makes him so protective and adorable. She often teased you about your height, saying things like, "You'd be mistaken for a lost child on the battlefield." But his voice was always filled with love.

- He often liked to tease you. "Can you hear me from here, princess?"

And if you glared at him, he'd just chuckle softly. "Hehe. You're so cute when you put on a tough face."

- He would bask in joy when you tugged on his coat and bent down to listen to him. To Moran, it was more intoxicating than London's finest whiskey.

- One time, you tried to slap him on the shoulder but couldn't reach it. He laughed loudly and quickly lifted you look into your eyes more closely you. "Well, this is now balanced" he said.

- To others, he seemed stern and brusque, but when you stood near him, he lowered his voice, as if afraid he might pierce the air around you.

- When you were outside, he often stood in a position that blocked the wind or blocked people's view. It was a soldier's reflex, and now he protected you by instinct, not just by order.

- Sometimes, he looks at you as if you were the most fragile thing in his hands, then gently pinches your cheek and murmurs.