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i wonder what all these characters could have in common 👀🏳️⚧
Mtp headcanons where you fix their collar
{I had in mind a romantic relationship while writing those but it's not necessary to view it as such}
William
- he is surprised at first, but immediately bends down slightly to help you, wearing his trademark, bright smile
"Thank you for taking care of me dearest"
You can see him blush from the corner of your eye
Albert
- I'm sorry but his collar is perfectly straight. He's most likely fixing yours.
Louis
- He's flustered, ready to apologise and pull himself away but he's already melting into tour touch as you readjust his tie.
"Thank you. I'm sorry for troubling you"
Moran
- He raises an eyebrow in confusion, then looks away awkwardly when he realises what you're doing. You can see a drop of sweat dripping down his forehead. He's kind of embarrassed too.
"Ugh.. thanks" he doesn't know how to react to this kind of attention but appreciates it
Fred
- His face turns as red as a tomato and he freezes in place while you fix his collar.
"Thank you very much. I'm grateful"
You swear you saw steam coming out of his ears
James
- He actually prefers it messy, but he won't stop you from fixing it. He's watching you with soft eyes, grateful.
Herder
- He's blabbing about his newest invention and doesn't immediately pay attention to what you're doing. He thanks you enthusiastically before resuming his excitedly talking about machinery.
One of my favorite things about Moriarty the Patriot is the little character quirks so many characters have. They have nothing to do with the plot, they don't even do anything substantial to characterize them. They're just small little quirks and habits that stem from their individual personalities and serve to make them feel so much more real.
Like Albert in the beginning of ch2 having drawn Liam a way-too-detailed map that even Liam can barely use anymore.
Like Bonde being habitually late to everything always.
Like Charles Augustus Milverton being habitually early on accident.
Like Patterson always correcting his glasses in the same way because he's a smoker.
Like Liam not littering in the bonus comic in Vol 14.
Like Lestrade being into puppet theater.
There are probably more I just can't think of right now. But they never get particularly addressed within the story or by other characters, they're pretty minor but they're still there and they characterize them as people and I love it.
(Fred's love for cats might have stuff to do with his backstory, so I'm not mentioning it officially)
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Irene Adler is dead! 🏳️⚧️
merry christmas :))
to celebrate my coming back from the dead, cringey self shipping art
Interesting...
When the leads think you're "Interesting", you know you're cooked. Continuation of "How I Got Sent to Another World" and "Truck-kun Did It"
A/N: Late Happy 10th Anniversary to Moriarty the Patriot! Tag/s: Fem!Modern!Asian!Reader
You took a small breath as you shakily took the tea, giving it a small sniff just to make sure there was nothing inside before taking a tentative sip.
William’s polite smile turned into an amused smirk for a split second before returning to his usual perfect noble persona.
“I see you are the wary type as well,” he mused, making you breathe out a dry chuckle,
“Well, you can’t be too cautious when receiving a drink from a stranger,” you replied, now taking a full sip, more relaxed than earlier but still avoiding his gaze, earning a small chuckle from him.
“Of course. You cannot fault someone for exercising self-preservation,” he reassured, taking a sip from his own cup as well,
“Now… about your work?” he reminded, making you slightly flinch, his scarlet eyes never leaving your form for too long. “I am quite curious to see what company would have female workers dress up in your attire.”
“… It’s not in England.”
“And yet you are in London?”
“I… I’m on a business trip!”
“Is that the reason why we found you sporting a dirty cloak, starving on the edge of the street?”
You flinched at his question, knowing there was no way out now as you looked away, only seeing either ending up in a mental hospital or dying one way or another as William kept his polite smile.
Taking a shaky deep breath, you forced yourself to meet William’s gaze, making the man slightly raise his brow.
“I was on my way home when I found myself here,” you confessed, knowing there was no way to reason what happened to you or know how you actually ended up here.
“I was walking home, hungry and tired. All I remember is I was shoved to the street and found myself here,” you sighed, now just waiting for whatever conclusion or plan the Lord of Crime had after hearing it.
William, hearing your confession and seeing no sign of deception, crossed his legs as he placed his hand over his chin, letting out a small hum.
“… It must have been frightening, suddenly finding yourself somewhere you don’t recognize,” William replied sympathetically as he knocked on the carriage ceiling twice, as if signaling Fred as the carriage suddenly changed routes.
You slightly leaned to the side at the sudden turn, eyes wide in surprise and confusion as you glanced between the windows and William, completely lost on what the man had planned.
“Y-Yes… I guess?” you murmured as he kept his polite, enigmatic smile,
“Considering your situation, it might be best if you blend in for now to avoid suspicion,” he explained as he grabbed a box from under the seat, opening it to show a cape with a hood, giving it to you.
“For now, we can buy you a new wardrobe and other necessities you might require while figuring out your situation,” he continued as you confusedly put on the cape, tugging on the hood just enough to hide your face,
“You’re helping me?” you bluntly asked, making William slightly pause, giving you an innocent smile,
“Of course, I did tell you we were here to help,” he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, making you freeze.
You opened your mouth to retort, still kind of lost, but decided it was better to just let it be rather than question the genius mathematician, the anxiety slowly leaving your body as you practically turned into a puddle.
As William advised, he brought you to a department store with Bonde and Moneypenny waiting by the entrance to help you pick out dresses and outfits and blend in with Victorian society.
Luckily, only Moneypenny stayed by your side as she helped you pick out some underwear, making you do a double-take as you noticed the majority of them reflected more modern clothing than the Victorian ones you knew in movies, with the same designs “Irene Adler” had when Sherlock and John Watson had visited her home.
You opened your mouth to ask, but decided not to question it in the end, hoping some “modern inventions” were also present in this world… such as indoor plumbing.
As you finished changing into a newly bought dress, your hair done up and makeup hiding your features enough to pass as an English woman, you couldn’t help but tug slightly at the neckline, not used to wearing a corset.
‘At least it straightens the back…’ you softly sighed, looking around to find your companions,
“Oi, lady!” a voice called out, making you turn around and see a boy with messy brown hair and matching eyes, wearing a light blue button-up shirt with a dark gray waistcoat and trousers.
You raised a brow at the boy, feeling that he was familiar as he walked up to you with a bored look, showing you a familiar backpack,
“Is this yours?” he asked monotonously, making you softly gasp as you realized that it was your work bag,
“Y-Yes! Thank you-” as you reached out to grab it, the boy immediately pulled it back, stretching out his other hand, asking for compensation,
You breathed out a small, amused smirk as you looked over to the purse William gave you as an allowance of some sort, giving some money to the boy,
“Here. Thank you for-” you paused as you realized who the boy was, Wiggins, of the Baker Street Irregulars.
Before you could react, he took the compensation and gave you your bag, making you immediately lunge to catch it, fearing he would break your laptop or phone.
“H-Hey!” you scolded the boy, but Wiggins immediately left, then was followed by the other kids, making you sigh.
“Seriously… What the hell is going on?” you grumbled with a sigh, looking down at your bag, making sure nothing was broken,
“…How did that kid even get this?”
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“Did you find her?”
“Of course we did. What do you take us for?” Wiggins retorted to Sherlock, his eyes following you as you went inside a coffee shop, hugging your bag close to your chest.
“But what for? Nothing was interesting in that bag. Just a bunch of weird junk,”
“You say that, but that lady seemed pretty keen on protecting it,” Sherlock pointed out, recalling how you practically dove to protect it from the ground, breathing out the smoke from his cigarette, his sharp blue eyes following your silhouette, breathing out a smirk,
“Whoever this lady is, she is far from ordinary.”
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