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TITLE; Elisabeth Tower

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGSS

WARNINGS; Mentions of sexual assault, mentions of r#pe, vile language, death, mentions of suicide.

SUMMARY; William James Moriarty, uncovers the assaulter of Elisabeth Fletcher, and bestows his deserved punishment upon him.

A/N; Hii I just had this idea and decided to write it, not proofread. I hope it's not bs:⁠-⁠P Also it's long af you guys, so you better hit the fic reading pose lol

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Professor Jonathan Cecil, grits his teeth painfully as he pushes his body to a sitting position with great effort, his head feels heavy, pulsating, and his vision is blurry.

"Tick- tack tick- tack"

Clicking noises echo through his mind, as if he's surrounded by thousands cokoo clocks.

"Where... Where am I...?"

He coughs, squinting his eyes trying to make out his surroundings.

"Is this the-!"

Finally, fully, consious, he immediately realises where he is, he'd never mistaken the enormous clock mechanism he had written an analysis on just days before-

"I see you're finally awake, mr Cecil"

A cold, uncanny voice coming from the other side of the chamber breaks through the rhythmic noise of the large gears, followed by slow, menacing footsteps.

Two silhouettes emerge from the shadows, a lean tall one, and a shorter, softer one.

"What's going on? Who are you?" The professor barks at the two mysterious people in front of him, managing to get up on his two feet.

"Perhaps this will help refresh your memory?"

The taller person, a man wearing a long black cloak, passes a piece of wrinkly paper to the confused professor Cecil.

"What... What is that"

Adjusting his glasses, Jonathan Cecil reads what seems to be a letter in the faint moonlight cascading through the windows.

"Mr. Cecil,

If you woud be so kind, I'd like to meet you after class this evening to discuss about your newly published analysis of the Elisabeth Tower's clock mechanism. There is a pub just two kilometers away from the University where one can indulge to idle conversation freely.

With respect, your student, Goerge McAndrew"

His confusion diffuses, his eyes lighten up as the events prior come to mind.

"Do you remember now, Mr Professor?"

The mas asks, and Cecil nods

"That's right... I was going to meet mr McAndrew... I was at the pub waiting for him... And then.... Just who are you? Is ransom your goal?!"

He yells, his voice covered by the never ending click- clack of the gears.

"Before answering your question, I'm afraid I'll have to test your memory one more time, Mr Professor"

Before the professor can ask anything, the mysterious man lights up a match, and uses it to light a lantern. Placing it on the ground, he takes off the hood of his cloak, Cecil follows his movements with his eyes frantically, unaware of this man's intentions.

The light of the lantern reveals a pale, blonde man, with scorching scarlet eyes, next to him, a woman, her black hair tied to a tight chignon, her eyes rageful and sad.

"Do you remember this woman?"

The blonde man offers his hand to the young lady as she steps forward, her face illuminated more clearly. Cecil blinks, furrows his eyebrows and scoffs.

"Is this a farce?! I've never seen this woman in my entire life!" He shouts at the cloaked man, upon observing the blonde man's features more carefully though, his expression changes from anger to surprise "But... I do know you. You're Professor William James Moriarty! No one in the academic world of this country could mistake you!"

He points at him.

"Indeed I am, crime consultant William James Moriarty at your service" he places his free hand on his chest, blowing slightly his head all in a charming manner.

"Crime consultant?!!"

"But this isn't about me," the self proclaimed crime consultant cuts Cecil off,

"This, is miss Elizabeth Fletcher, the woman you coldly assaulted three months ago"

Jonathan Cecil is now even more confouned- after waiting for his student, McAndrew, he finds himself inside the Big Ben, accompanied by the most famous mathematician, William James Moriarty and some woman named Elizabeth Fletcher.

"Did she tell you that? And you believe a random woman from the streets! And here I thought you were some kind of genius!"

Cecil laughs, and the woman growls in anger, tears spill from her eyes.

"You bastard! As if I'd forget your devilish face!! When I saw you on the newspaper I knew it was you!"

She runs towards him like thunder about to struck, Cecil looks behind him terrified, he is met with an open window and the view of the entirety of London.

William though is faster, placing a gentle hand upon her shoulder before she can push the man out of it.

"Miss Fletcher, please. Your anger is most justified, but bloodying your hands for this vile creature I will not allow. You will recieve the justice you deserve soon enough"

Cecil gasps for breath, gripping his left breast in terror, as the young woman moves back, behind Moriarty, her blazing eyes piercing through him.

"Miss Fletcher isn't your first victim. When she came to me, offering her life in exchange for your death, I did some research on you, mr. Jonathan Cecil. You are a professor at London University, specialising in physics, second son of a wealthy family. I must say, whoever you hired to erase evidence of your past crimes, failed miserably. My men were able to find all the cases of assault against young women quite easily"

Jonathan Cecil's face grows pale, as white as a sheet. His hands start to shiver

"Maybe you don't recall miss Fletcher, but perhaps the names Johanna Smith? Ava Fisherman? Judith Taylor?"

"Come now, L- lord Moroarty- I- I am sure we can a- arrive to some arrangement- n- no need to- Money! Do you want money? How much?!"

He unties his collar, sweaty.

"I'm afraid no amount of money will ever be able to restore the amount of damage you've caused Miss Fletcher, and all the other defensless women you prayed upon. Besides,"

Professor Moriarty reaches under his cloak and retrieves a stack of papers

"All the evidence have already been handed to the papers. As you were unconscious, word of all your crimes has spread all around the British Empire"

William's gaze is sharp and unforgiving as he delivers these words, making professor Cecil gulp in terror. Absolutely deranged now, his breathing uneven, pupils delated, body shaking.

"Y- you- you what- I-"

He walks backwards, his gaze shifting from William's to Elisabeth's, untill his back hits the walls of the open wondow.

"And what if I did rape all these whores huh?! This is a man's world, therefore I can do as I please! God made man superior to woman, they can either accept this or die!!"

He screams, William shakes his head sighing heavily.

"As a man of science, I thought you'd have realised by now these children's badetime stories are nothing but lies to deceive the masses"

William says, unseathing his sword.

"Science proves equality between man and woman- you simply used your wealth, your power and your status to prey upon the weak for your own pleasure,"

The blonde man points his sword at the criminal, forcing him to climb on the window seal, below him impending doom.

"And that, sir, is what makes you absolutely despicable, vile, more lowly than a feral beast-"

William takes out his pocket watch, and opens it with a click

"Ah, I believe is it time. Miss Fletcher, you know what to do"

William looks back at Elisabeth Fletcher, who nods, and closes her ears with her palms.

Scared and confused, snot running down his nose, hugging the window with as much strength he possesses, Jonathan can do nothing but watch, frozen.

"And now, Jonathan Cecil. I, William James Moriarty, bestow upon you your punishment, for the assault of all these women. Your time has come"

Midnight. The bell chimes twelve times, covering his cries, as Professor Jonathan Cecil falls to his doom, and is no more.

William offers his hand to Elisabeth once more as they climb down the spiral staircase of the clocktower.

"Devastated by this scandal that would've surely ended his career as an educator, and a scientist, Professor Jonathan Cecil takes his own life by jumping off the Elisabeth Tower"

William smiles eerily

"I thank you, Lord Moriarty. You've restored my faith, even a little. My life is yours now"

Elisabeth speaks, her tone bittersweet, but overall filled with gratitude.

"Miss Fletcher, I know that even this, won't ever be able to put out your anger. I want you to take this despair, and use it to rebuild your life. So, my first, and only command to you is; live"

His voice, accopmanied by their steps, as they reach the base of the staircase, inspires something in her.

"I've already made arrangements so that you will move in with the Roswell family, an acquaintance of mine, and take care of their grandson, a young but smart boy, as his nursemaid. So, please, live"

The woman's eyes water in admiration, gratitude, and disbelief. She wipes her eyes with her hand,

"Why would you do all this for me? You're more than kind. I've never seen a noble such as yourself"

William chuckles

"I do this because I have a vision, a goal, and I want you to be alive so you can witness it, an ideal, beautiful world where poor and rich, man and woman, will be able to live equally"

The carriage which was waiting for Elisabeth sets off, and William watches it off. By his side, two of his most trusted men, James Bonde and Sebastian Moran.

"I placed the suicide note with Cecil's exact handwriting at his desk at the University, exactly as you told me, Will"

James reports, as they climb into their own carriage.

"Well done, Bonde" the mastermind replies, taking a seat.

"And well done to you too, Moran. I am quite pelased with-"

"HEY- You thiefing piece of- when did you get my flask!"

Moran shouts angrily, pointing at Bonde, raising the flask on his mouth and taking a sip of alcohol. William sighs,

"Please, you two. Stop behaving like childr-"

"You were the one that promised me a sip if we succeeded the mission! Or does the Colonel Moran not keep his word?"

Bonde raises an eyebrow, smiling cheekily, watching Moran fuming in anger.

"Like I don't know you, one sip for you means half the flask! I'm never going on a mission with you again!"

William can't help but shake his head and chickle at the two men. His will to change the world was unshakable but perhaps... Some things couldn't be changed.

[sheriiam]

Figured I'd get him on with the trend as well

[starlighyglaze]

Mtp watching a horror movie headcanons

William ★

Just smiles throughout the whole thing, noone can tell whether he's enjoying it, he's scared or bored.

When the movie is over, he simply says "That was a lovely film☺️"

Albert ★

He's that one person that laughs at the jumpscare scenes. He's not scared at all, having the time of his life.

Casually sips his wine while people are being beheaded.

I suppose horror is funny to the mentally unhinged.

Louis ★

Doesn't see the appeal of a horror movie at all, but he's happy to spend time with his brothers. Might complain about blood spilling not being realistic.

(he made the snacks)

Moran ★

Complains about scenes not being realistic enough the whole time.

"A gun doesn't work like that😒"

"There's no way you can survive this"

"You can't fire a handgun from this angle... Unless you're me😏"

(Louis has asked him to be quiet countless times)

James ★

He is a little mix of everyone. He can giggle at a certain scene for being extremely unrealistic, the next moment he's screaming. Chaotic king

Throws pop corn at Moran to annoy him (successfully)

He and Moran fight about who would survive in the film

Fred ★

Curled in a blanket, but just like William no one can tell what goes through his mind, he has his usual neutral expression on.

Though if an animal dies or gets harmed he'll get visibly upset.

(He also threw pop corn at Moran while James was doing so and no one suspected him)

[rnnsdrms]

if there’s one thing william excels at—aside from intricately orchestrating the demise of corrupt aristocrats in shakespearean fashion—it’s keeping his word. he rarely forgives, and he never forgets, whether it be a fault or a vow. he’s not one to make a promise out of the blue. because the moment he says the words, “i promise you,” he takes on the role akin to God—he will serve.

but when you asked him to promise that he’d take better care of himself, he found it difficult to abide it at first. looking into your eyes, william realises there is nothing that he would not do for you, even if it means going against the logic in his own mind. but he has no doubts to give you everything, he won’t hesitate to sacrifice himself—Hell, he will work with the devil and burn the world for you if it means he could give you Heaven. he promises to make you happy. a promise made is a promise kept and the last thing he will ever do is disappoint you. the man already damned himself before he laid his eyes on you, and now that he’s with you, no amount of redemption arcs will ever restore his dignity if you are ever displeased with him.

william is hyper-observant—even more so when it comes to you. you need not tell him words, he only needs to gaze at you, his pupils going back and forth to examine the curve of your eyebrows—whether they’re creased or relaxed. every small detail, from the quiet rhythm of your habits, the nuances of your moods, he took it upon himself to remember them and brainstorm every possibility that will closely determine what you’re feeling on a specific day. if he could remember shakespeare lines, surely, he can keep a record of your diverse demeanour. after all, he sees people like they are poetry, and you happen to be his favourite of all.

he doesn’t stop there. because he notices, therefore, he acts. he feels glad that he can utilise that sharp mind of his not just for strategy and vengeance, but to make your life a little brighter in ways you might not even notice at first. whether you notice it or not, it doesn’t matter, for william only cares to see your smile knowing that he is the cause behind it. his little gestures may seem insignificant at first, but it accumulates, and you will feel it’s impact later on, that how with william, somehow your life feels easier.

furthermore, you need not question his loyalty. still, there is a touch of possessiveness within his loyalty towards you. william can’t help but bristle when you find yourself in the company of too many men (too many to his liking, of course). at the same time, he doesn’t want to appear overbearing. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you—he does—but he knows all too well how wretched men can be. yet, william would never forbid you to go out with them. he respects your independence too much to cage you, even if his protective insticts beg him to.

so, when there are those times where you need to leave him for a little while, he will approach your figure standing by the door, brush his lips to your temple and murmur, “be careful,” before you go. or, if he wants you to stay with him a little longer, but he knows you can not, his voice softens in a way that’s enough to split your heart, making you feel terrible to leave his side. and you’d be compelled to stare into his ruby eyes, gleaming with mercy and anticipation, “i’ll await for your return, my love. come home soon. come home to me.”

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MODERN ERA OUTFITS: WILLIAM J. MORIARTY

(i believe) william has a simple but sophisticated sense of style. his clothes may look simple, but they’re designer clothes (rich daddy, ring ring). plus, he’s a professor, so he already developed a habit to dress neatly. you still can’t ignore those ‘teacher vibes’ radiating off of him, even when he’s not teaching. his fashion style rests between dark academian and preppy, old money style. you’ll see him wear a polo shirt and trousers in the summertime, and when fall comes, he’ll cover himself with a blazer or a thin sweater.

usual colour palette: (it’s probably just me but the colours of autumn suits william really well, despite him being born in the spring) dark red, black, toffee, white, beige, brown

MODERN ERA OUTFITS SERIES: william james moriarty / louis james moriarty / albert james moriarty / sherlock holmes / john watson / sebastian moran / fred porlock / mycroft holmes / james bonde / moneypenny / mrs. hudson / george lestrade / zack patterson

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Hi, happy 1k followers 🤩🤩 If it still open, may i ask for 40 + William from "Yuukoku no Moriarty"? Thank you so much 😁😁

# tags: scenario; current relationship; at college; romance; a bit of comedy; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. william james moriarty {mtp}

author’s note: thanks and no problem, love!!! 

40. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

You knocked on the heavy, mahogany door and then entered the room where your beloved one was giving lectures. You smiled in his direction as soon as your eyes met, then moved forward, holding a wicker basket full of goodies in your hands.

“I don’t bother you, love?” You asked softly, and he just shook his head, saying that he was done with all classes and you can come closer. You did his encouragement, then put the basket on the teacher’s desk and walked closer to William to hug him. “When you’re done packing and tidying up... Would you go on a picnic to the park with me? I prepared your favorite sandwiches and I also took the juice of fresh oranges.” You offered, and the blonde-haired man looked at you with joy and gratitude painted on his pretty face.

“With the greatest pleasure. Today at the university was quite tiring so I would like to rest next to you, my dearest.” He replied warmly, hugging your body a little tighter, which seemed really tiny compared to his own.

After a pleasant long moment of silence between two of you, you decided to take your head slightly away from his shoulder and standing on your tiptoes, initiating a sweet kiss between you. William returned the caress very willingly, placing one of his hands on your warm, pinkish cheek. His other left hand, in meantime, landed on your hip. You pulled his red tie and his body in general towards the desk and rested your ass against a dark piece of wood. A short while later you felt your figure lifted and then you were seated in the center of the desk next to a basket full of tasty treats.

“William, slowly, we’re in a public place...” You started, amused, feeling his hand slide over your back and your left butt cheek. “Someone will come into the class, honey. You will have problems if it is the headmaster or other higher-ranking teacher.”

“Don’t think about it, darling. If you will very quiet, no one will catc...” He started, but a loud knock and the sudden opening of a dark door interrupted his calm words.

Two students, much younger than both of you, stood in the threshold of the enormous hall, and seeing you two in your current position, blushed furiously, immediately bowing and then slamming the door shut. Before the wood hit the old door frame, however, one of them had some time to add that they would wait outside the class when the professor had some free time for them.

“... As I told you.” You giggled, kissing him lightly on the pale cheek, then jumped off the desk, grabbing the basket in your dominant hand. “I’ll wait in front of the room and you just do what you gotta do, love. Then we’ll finish what we started, okay?”

“Mhm, okay. I’ll try to make it not take long.”

“Hey, don’t rush. As a last resort, I can always tour the campus. After all, I’ve never been here before.” You laughed at the end and then left the huge class, cheerfully welcoming the still red-faced students who once again apologized you so loud and so shyly.

Well, at least it wasn’t any other professor or principal of the facility, as you mentioned earlier... 

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