#ynm john

As you looked up the newly rising mystery author, you noticed some things didn't quite add up.

John H. Watson

Tag/s: Ghost!John, Journalist!Reader, Longer Than Expected (700+ words)

"(Y/N)... It's three in the morning. What the hell are you doing?" (F/N), your roommate, grumbled as they held a candelabra over the living room, where you were sitting on the floor with scattered notes and papers everywhere.

"Oh, sorry... Did I wake you?" you asked, dusting yourself as you stood up.

"...No, surprisingly... But again, what are you doing at three in the morning?" they repeated, pointing at your erratic memos and scattered articles.

"Ah... I'm trying to get some information on that Arthur Conan Doyle author," you explained as you picked up the papers and stacked them on the table.

"The one who wrote those detective stories? Why?" (F/N) asked as they went to the kitchen and heated some milk.

"Well, you know how all of the cases written in those books are so similar to real-life ones? Especially with how some of them were already published before the newspapers or announcements from the police?"

"Yeah...?"

"Well, don't you think that's a little weird?"

(F/N) shrugged as they gave you a mug of hot milk.

"Maybe they're like really private investigators and worked on those cases,"

"But no one has ever seen them in investigation sites, not even the fan club. And why write stories in detail and make them public?" you questioned, putting your drink down.

"Plus, the author has already made over fifty stories, but no one has ever seen him in public. Not even the editors, publishers, or sellers. All they say is that they would only receive a letter and the manuscript in the mail."

"Okay... Maybe this Coil guy really likes his privacy,"

"Doyle. But still... Even the building they say they live in is abandoned. Nasty rumors about being haunted... People would say they would hear loud explosions, women screaming, and sometimes even see smoke coming out despite not having any tenants."

"And..!" you looked around your stack of papers, seeing the article you cut out and gave it to (F/N),

"The landowner, Miss Hudson, has called exorcists, priests, and shamans to that building, but every single one ran away. Some even quit and were never seen again."

"Okay... So, what are you saying?" (F/N) asked, making you smile.

"I'm saying... Maybe we could give 221B Baker Street a visit,"

"(Y/N), don't you think this is taking things a bit... too far?"

"No, not at all," you replied to (F/N) as you looked up at the building and the directions in your note.

"You can wait here if you want, though," you reassured, patting their back as they grabbed your arm, giving you a skeptical look.

"Okay... If this Doyle turns out to be a decent person and not a serial killer who makes stories about their murder spree as a detective and his right-hand man, then I promise I'll drop this story," you declared, raising your right hand as an oath, making (F/N) sigh.

"Okay, but the second I see or hear something off, I'm calling the police."

"Hello? Miss Hudson?" you called out into the building as you peeked out your head.

As you took a step inside, a plank of wood fell onto the debris on the floor, making you jump.

Despite the ominous feeling, you took a deep breath, kept walking inside, and headed upstairs.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N), the one who called about this building?" you hollered as you reached the top of the stairs.

You heard no reply as you reached the second floor, making you purse your lips and cautiously open one of the doors.

"I was wondering if maybe you could-" you froze as you saw Miss Hudson in the middle of the room, covered in blood as it dripped all across the floor.

Before you could register what was happening, she looked back at you with glowing eyes.

"Huh? Who-" you screamed and stumbled back in fear, your back hitting the railing as it collapsed from your weight.

Your whole body leaned back from the pull of gravity, your foot lost its stand on the floor, and your eyes met the ceiling as gravity took hold of your body.

You closed your eyes, and before you could scream, you felt something cold take hold of your body, making you slowly halt in the middle of the air.

"That was close..." a male voice breathed out in relief, making you carefully open your eyes, seeing a translucent man holding you in his arms.

"Are you all right?" he asked, but you could only feel the piercing cold take over your body, making you shudder as your breath turned into mist.

"So... cold..." you muttered, barely keeping your eyes open, the cold and heaviness starting to take over your body.

"Ack! John! Let go!" another voice barked, making the man carrying you flinch as he let you down, but your eyes were now completely shut as you slowly drifted to unconsciousness.

Omgggh Birmingham was mentioned???? Like yk, the birth Place of Paterson did anyone body else notice it????

Hello Hello,

here are my top 5 characters in Moriarty the Patriot. Please don't forget that it's my opinion !! There is no character that I hate very much (except milverton)

5. 🇯 🇴 🇭 🇳  🇼 🇦 🇹 🇸 🇴 🇳 

ʜᴇ ɪs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ. Hᴇ's ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ, ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟʏ sʜɪᴛ: ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ. Mᴀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ.

4. 🇸 🇭 🇪 🇷 🇱 🇴 🇨 🇰  🇭 🇴 🇱 🇲 🇪 🇸 

*ᴅɪᴇs*

3. 🇧 🇮 🇱 🇱 🇾  🇦 🇳 🇹 🇷 🇮 🇲 

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙɪʟʟʏ. ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟs sʜᴇʀʟʏ "ᴘᴏɴʏᴛᴀɪʟ sᴇɴᴘᴀɪ" ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ sʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʟɪᴀᴍ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sʜᴇʀʟɪᴀᴍ sɪᴍᴘ ᴏғᴄ.

2. 🇼 🇮 🇱 🇱 🇮 🇦 🇲  🇯 🇦 🇲 🇪 🇸  🇲 🇴 🇷 🇮 🇦 🇷 🇹 🇾 

ʜɪs sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏғᴛ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ɢɪғᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.

1. 🇱 🇴 🇺 🇮 🇸  🇯 🇦 🇲 🇪 🇸  🇲 🇴 🇷 🇮 🇦 🇷 🇹 🇾 

I sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴛᴘ ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠsᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ (ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘʟs)

Realization + confession headcanons: Albert James Moriarty & John H. Watson

Thank you for requesting! that makes you my first Moriarty The Patriot requester!!! I love them too, so I’m excited to see how this goes! This will be a headcanon type.

Albert James Moriarty

Albert has gotten along with many other women. But when it came to you, he thought things would be easy.

He’d think why was it so hard to approach you?

Whenever you come in the Moriarty household to report your findings for the next plan, Albert would not stop looking at how your lips move, along with your mesmerizing eyes where he lost himself in.

When everyone else is dismissed from a small meeting, Albert accidentally blurts out your name. You turn around and wait for a response, and Albert would confuse himself as to why he called you and blatantly dismisses you.

William is the first to notice Albert’s behavior towards you. Albert remarks that you’re something that made him act up like this.

He knows this feeling a little too well. He felt like he was fallen a victim under your spell, and he does not want to wake up from it.

When duties happen around the household, he helps you carry the things you need whenever they need to be moved. He helps you sweep the dust off somewhere so it wouldn’t irritate your eyes or nose.

To come up as an excuse to stay with you, he’d call you into his office and he needs “help” to sort out the papers with you. For some reason Moran is irritated by this when he sticks his nose in between you two.

“There’s no point beating around the bush. I think it’s about time, Albert.” Moran points out, everyone clearly agreeing with the idea.

Albert seems stunned for a moment. He is not a little kid anymore, and he knows exactly what to do witht these feelings towards you.

He’ll simply invite you over for a walk around the manor’s gardens. He’ll call it a “break” and a way of thanking you for your hard work.

Being the suave man he is, he’ll do the classic old way of sending a message. He picks out a freshly bloomed tulip from the garden and gives it to you.

His hand in yours, giving the back of your hand a warm kiss with the softest smile he can give. He’ll slowly unfold his feelings, since he wants to be cautious if you’re easily overwhelmed.

And when you do accept his feelings, he’d put on the warmest smile on his face. He wants your relationship to be something more than a transactional finding, and he hopes to see it bloom into this wonderful thing called love.

John Watson

John caught your attention when you were drinking alone at a bar. Sherlock looks to the direction where John was currently looking at and nags him to grab another round.

Of course, a bustling pub means a place full of drunkards. And it is not looking pretty. You were defenceless, as the men who were not of soberness dragging you to somewhere harmful.

Later, John learns that you were a regular at that bar.

At times when Sherlock is off on his own, John will visit the bar secretly for you every now and then. Even though he is not a heavy drinker.

He likes talking to you, as if everything you say was new to him even though he’s heard of it many times.

Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock would be absolutely skeptical as to why John comes back home all fired up. Not even bothering to scold Sherlock for not cleaning his mess.

John soon felt as if he wanted to be with you his whole life. That’s when it clicked in him.

The more he talked to you, he’d leave love letters to the bartender of the bar where you always meet so you’d reach the letters whenever he’s not around.

You both would go on dates together at the park in a moonlit night.

There was a time when it was raining hard, and you had to seek for shelter, His coat hanging over your shoulders from the chilly air.

He felt the need to make a move. He calls your name softly and you turn to him. His warm hand meets your cheek, and press a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Will you be mine?”

Can we appreciate @lowquality-lime and their team for these??? There's more but like these two in particular are golden i cant 😭😭

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but it's mainly sherlock and john