#incorrect mtp

[tachikoma-x]

What is with that Sherlo-lisa smile?

“Hey John, check out my investigative notes on the lord of crime.”

“But Sherlock, this is just a page with the name ‘Liam’ scribbled all over?”

[sleepttore]

William: stop forgiving my crimes. I worked so hard on those

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Incorrect SherLiam (Dialogue Original by me; from a fic for a different ship which I will link here.)

Sherlock: “I’d like to think we have been seeing eye to eye for a while now. Although, I concede that you always seem to be two steps ahead.”

Liam: “Seem?”

“Yes”, Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, leaning slightly back where he stood, “My estimate is that you are usually one step ahead of me. Three steps ahead of police, and when situations get dire, you just bullshit your way through them and afterwards pretend it was planned.”

Seriously, only when I was fucking around with this dialogue did I realise how perfectly it fits SherLiam, it was originally written and will get used for a different ship of mine

[cronchy-cryptid]

The Moriarty gang after burning down a corrupt nobleman's house.

Albert holding a bag of marshmallows: Who wants s'mores?

...

William: Really?.. *pulls out bag* You forgot the chocolate.

Louis and Moran look in confusion

Moran: I feel like I shouldn't need to ask, but what's wrong with you two?

Louis: Honestly. *pulls out gram crackers*

Albert: Ah! Perfect. Thank you Louis, we'd be lost without you.

Louis: :)

Moran: Wha- *turns to see fred hiding the pokers behid his back and James already eating a marshmallow*

Moran: What the actual hell???

[sleepttore]

Mycroft: I don't make the rules Sherlock: Yes you do Mycroft: That's true, I do

[sleepttore]

Moran: For my next trick, I'll need a gun

[sleepttore]

William: Go ahead and talk during quiet time. I hope you like burning in hell

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Mycroft: And what, pray tell, kept you up all night, Sherly?

Sherlock: Eh, I was doing a piece of work. You know how it is.

William – who has been called “piece of work” by Mycroft more than once – walks in

—————————— Alternatively ——————————

Louis: You really should sleep more, nii-san. What were you spending your night with anyway?

William: Just taking care of a piece of work.

Sherlock, waltzing in: It’s me! I’m the piece of work! He did me last night.

Louis: That’s no piece of work, that’s a pest.