#lee!sherlock

[stupidsillykoko]

Hi...

So I PROMISE I'm working on requests, but I couldn't help myself!!

I'm in the Sherlock (bbc) fandom now... And I NEEEEEEEEDED TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR IT!!

No idea if the sherlock fandom is alive, let alone the sherlock tickle fandom... :c

BUT STILL

Warning! This is a long one...

HERE'S LEE! SHERLOCK, LERS! MYCROFT + JOHN ♡♡♡

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"Sherlock." John's voice rang through the apartment, making the brunette look up.

"Yes?" The man in question replied.

"We have a visitor."

"Do we?"

"Yes, we do." Mycroft walked in suddenly, standing by the door.

Sherlock stood in front of him, "Does this visitor know that I don't want to see him?"

"Yes, he does. It seems the visitor...", Mycroft shrugged slightly, "Doesn't care?"

The consulting detective walked over to his window, gazing outside.

It was late, about 8pm, but darker than it normally was at this hour.

Sherlock picked up his violin, beginning to play the same tune that he plays when he wants his brother to leave, smiling softly when he heard John's snickers.

"Sherlock... Sherlock!" Mycroft called out to him, but the brunette just played louder and a more sadistic tune.

John was trying so hard not to laugh his ass off, but a confused expression spread across his face when the older brother stepped closer to Sherlock, standing directly behind him.

"You earned this yourself, Sherlock."

That's when the only thing John wouldn't have expected happened.

Mycroft raised his hands to the detective's sides, and began tracing his nails upwards.

The reaction was instant.

Sherlock gasped and swiftly brought his arms down to his sides, but that didn't stop his older brother, who danced a nail down his spine.

John watched in awe, 'Sherlock is ticklish?!' He thought to himself.

"M- Mycroft." The consulting detective's voice was strained and shaky, "T- The violin."

"Oh, right, I wouldn't want to break your precious instrument. John, come get it please." He wiggled his hands past Sherlock's defenses, grabbing his sides and squeezing.

"Oh, uh, right." The man in question walked in front of his flatmate, taking the violin and bow from his hands, placing them to one side.

When he looked up, he was surprised to see Sherlock... Not fighting back. At all.

His hands were shaking at his sides with suppressed laughter.

"Come on, Sherlock. Let it out~" That was something new.

John had no idea Mycroft was capable of teasing anybody, let alone his 'arch enemy'.

"S- Stohop it-" A giggle had accidentally slipped past his lips, and one of his free hands slapped his mouth.

"Sorry, I don't feel like 'Stohop'-ing this any time soon." He mimicked the embarrassing sound, and taking advantage of the hand at his mouth, Mycroft reached up to dig his left hand into his brother's underarm.

Sherlock wheezed, and his legs finally gave in, falling to the floor, an action which Mycroft followed.

John stared down at the pair, then towards the door, 'Screw it.' He thought with a soft smile, before leaning down and pulling the consulting detective back onto the floor, holding his arms above his head.

"J- John?!" The brunette looked shocked that he'd stepped in.

"Sherlock." He replied with a grin.

"Perfect, thank you." Mycroft nodded at the doctor. "Now, where to try first..." He lifted up his brother's shirt just enough to reveal his stomach, straddling his waist.

"Don't! Mycroft!" The victim flailed like a fish out of water. "Please don't!"

"Now, now, Sherlock, you only have yourself to blame for not listening to me."

John had NEVER seen Sherlock this vunerable.

It was, admittedly, rather endearing.

"Ready?" The older brother wiggled his fingers above the consulting detective's stomach.

"Noho!" Sherlock snickered in anticipation, struggling against John's hands.

"What was that? You're ready? Okay!" With that, Mycroft kneaded his fingers into his younger brother's belly.

"StOHohOp! This ihis so immahahature!" Sherlock giggled like a kid.

"Just like your laugh then?" His roommate added, including an extra scribble to his underarm with his free hand.

"JohOHoHn!! HEheHelp me oHOhout!!" The consulting detective threw his head back with loud hyena like laughter.

"Aw~" Both of his tormentors cooed in sync, giggling straight after, except Mycroft's was more of a posh chuckle.

For just a moment, Sherlock's cackles grew louder, even though his older brother didn't seem to notice, his roommate did.

"Oh~ I see now." John grinned, clearing his throat to get Mycroft's attention.

He looked up to see his brother's roommate, mouthing at him something he couldn't quite make out.

John rolled his eyes and mouthed more clearly, 'Tease him'.

This time, Mycroft picked up on it, and a smirk spread across his face, "You are awfully ticklish, aren't you Sherlock?"

"ShUHuhUt up!!"

"I don't think I will."

John grinned at the playful banter between them, snorting slightly when Sherlock's wheezing rose an octave, as the older brother found a particularly bad spot between his ribs.

"ChriHIhist! StOHohOp this! NOhOhow!!" He was pulling on John's arms with force now, and the ex-soldier was trying really hard not to let go on accident.

But that's when the noise came.

"STAHAHAP!"

A loud burst of laughter.

Then, in a flash, Sherlock retracted his arms from his roommate's grip, covering his stomach and pushing his brother off.

"N- Nehever... Do that again..."

His tormenter's couldn't do much but smile.

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EEEEEEEEHEHEHEEEEE

I hope this was good <3

BYEEE

(I love them your honour)

[alinatk]

Applied Research (Sherliam)

Fandom: Moriarty The Patriot Characters: Sherlock Holmes | William James Moriarty Lee!Sherlock Ler!William Summary: A simple search on reflexology leads William to conduct an impromptu experiment on Sherlock. What he didn't expect was such an intense and amusing reaction. Thus, while William documents each response with scientific interest, Sherlock struggles in vain to maintain his dignity. [Read also on Ao3]

Over the years, Sherlock Holmes had developed a very specific instinct. It didn't help him solve crimes, nor predict ambushes, for that, he already had his own brain. This instinct served a more important purpose: identifying when William James Moriarty was about to do something potentially problematic. And, that night, the instinct was screaming.

William sat on the sofa, his posture as impeccable as ever, an open book resting on his lap. Three others were stacked beside him, aligned with excessive precision. There was no tea, no music, just absolute concentration. Detailed diagrams of human feet were scattered across the pages, with fine lines indicating nerves and sensory endings. It had begun like many other things in his life: pure intellectual curiosity.

"May I ask," Sherlock began, approaching slowly. "why are you studying feet?"

William calmly turned the page. "They're pressure points" He replied. "More specifically, the concentration of nerve endings in the sole of the foot and their reflex responses"

Sherlock leaned over the back of the sofa, analyzing the diagram. "This looks dangerously close to medieval torture"

"Actually, it's quite commonly used in modern therapeutic practices" William corrected, unable to help but smile. "Reflexology, acupressure. There are records of interesting involuntary neuromuscular responses"

"Interesting in the scientific sense or in the William Moriarty sense?"

William carefully closed the book and raised his eyes, finally meeting Sherlock's gaze. "I need a volunteer"

He smiled nervously. "Of course you need to..."

Minutes later, Sherlock was stretched out on the sofa and, without any ceremony, rested his bare feet in William's lap, as if it were the most natural place in the world.

"Let me know if you feel any discomfort" William said, opening the book again beside him.

"I always feel uncomfortable when you start sentences like that"

The first touch was technical. Two fingers pressing with moderate firmness near the arch of the foot.

Nothing.

"Hm" Sherlock commented. "I confess I expected more drama"

"Not all points produce perceptible responses" William replied, moving his fingers a few centimeters. "The sensory map varies from individual to individual"

"Fascinating. Can I sleep while this is happening?"

William then slowly slid his fingers, almost distractedly, following a specific line of the diagram.

Sherlock's foot moved on its own. "A-Ah"

William stopped. "What did you feel?"

"I can't quite explain it" Sherlock replied, letting out a short laugh. "It was as if someone had poked a part of my brain"

William tilted his head slightly, genuinely curious now. "Interesting"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "I didn't like your tone..."

He then repeated the movement, this time a little slower, more attentive.

The reaction was immediate. "A-Ahahaha, wait!" The laughter escaped before Sherlock could contain it, his whole body writhing on the sofa as he tried to pull his foot back. "That tickled!"

William stopped, surprised. "Tickled? But the pressure was minimal"

"That's precisely why, I think"

William touched it again, now deliberately.

"Hahahaha! Hey, wait a minutehehehe!" Sherlock squirmed, now trying to kick the air as his feet betrayed any attempt at dignity.

"Fascinating" William murmured, completely absorbed. "The response is disproportionate, immediate, and emotionally intense"

"This isn't a report!" He managed to say between laughs.

"There's a heightened hypersensitivity here" William continued, as if giving a lecture. "Possibly associated with your nervous system—"

"YOU'RE TORTURING ME! HAHAHAHA!"

"Technically you volunteered, Sherly" William couldn't help but laugh, finally pulling his hands away as Sherlock nearly slipped off the sofa, laughing breathlessly.

"You're a danger" Sherlock sighed.

"I'll write that down" William said, picking up a sheet of paper. "Stimulation of the lateral points on the sole of the foot provokes intense involuntary laughter in a hypersensitive subject"

Sherlock turned his face towards him, still catching his breath. "I'm not a hypersensitive subject!"

"Alright, then tomorrow we can test our hands"

"No way!"

William let out a short laugh, observing Sherlock for a moment, his chest rising and falling from the remnants of laughter, his eyes shining with involuntary amusement, and the smile persisting even as he tried to appear offended. "Interesting" He said slowly.

Sherlock immediately narrowed his eyes, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Stop using that tone with me!"

William didn't answer, only adjusted his position on the sofa, better accommodating Sherlock's feet in his lap. "Just one more check" He said calmly. "This time, intentional"

"That sounded like a threat..."

William's fingers touched the heel first.

Sherlock gave a short, confused laugh. "Don't start!"

"The heel has a lower density of sensory nerve endings" William commented, lightly running his thumb over the area. "The response is more restrained"

"I didn't say you could test me like that—!" William shifted the point, moving a little higher, still on the heel, but on the side. "Hahahaha! No, no, that tickles too!"

"Noted" Said William, genuinely satisfied. "Moderate lateral sensitivity"

Sherlock tried to pull the foot back, but William held on firmly enough to keep it there. "You're having fun with this, aren't you?" He accused, between laughs.

William didn't respond immediately, only slid his fingers to the middle of the sole.

"Hahahahahaha! L-Liahahahaham no!" Sherlock threw his head back, writhing on the sofa again.

"Intense, immediate, and difficult-to-control response, right?" He commented, tracing slowly, observing each involuntary spasm.

"Nohahahahahaha! You're studying this as if I were a lab rat!"

"An extremely expressive rat" He corrected, amused.

The next point was the arch of the foot, and Sherlock was already laughing before the touch was even complete.

"No, nohohohoho! That's enough!"

"Anticipation of the stimulus increases the response" William observed. "Fascinating" The fingers then pressed with calculated firmness, following the extent of the arch.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! NOAHAHAHAHA!" Sherlock writhed so hard he almost fell off the sofa again, covering his face as he laughed uncontrollably.

William felt something very close to satisfaction watching this. It wasn't cruelty or sadism, just enchantment. "Your reactions are extremely honest, there's no real attempt at control"

"HAHAHAHA! AS IF I COULD HAVE ANY CONTROL!"

Finally, William reached his toes, hesitating for a brief second, allowing himself to breathe as well.

"Liam..." Sherlock warned, laughing nervously. "You don't—HAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE!" The laughter came loud, uncontrolled, almost hysterical, interrupting any attempt at warning. He kicked the air, completely defeated, his body trembling as he tried in vain to move away.

"The toes exhibit the greatest sensitivity" William concluded, now smiling openly, without trying to hide it. "The answer is immediate and impossible to suppress"

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW! HAHAHAHAHA!"

He finally pulled his hands away, watching Sherlock gasp, still chuckling softly.

There was a brief silence. Then Sherlock turned his face, staring at him. "You are cruel and treacherous"

"And you are extremely susceptible and easy to provoke"

Sherlock pulled his feet away immediately. "You'll never get near my feet again!"

William smiled. "So you mean I can test other areas?"

Sherlock's eyes widened. "What? No!"

William laughed more openly this time. "We'll see, Sherly"

[coy-lee-q]

I think I'm finished here. The cravings are strong. I did this to myself rewatching Sherlock, but oh well.

The headbutt of power doesn't work when it's no more than caving forward to hide your face. Curses!

Mycroft displaying a necessary skill when dealing with a bored and/or bratty high functioning sociopathic consulting detective.

[litterlee]

more hcs! this time for sherlock:

lee!sherlock

the only way to get him out of his mind palace is to tickle him

he prides himself on his self-control so he really tries not to laugh but will crumble if you go for his armpits or between his shoulder blades

other good spots include knees, ribs, and feet. he’s not as ticklish on his belly and can usually block it out

not a part of the community but he kinda gets it and is always happy to indulge john (who is a tk switch)

sometimes john tickles him when he’s being a nuisance

ler!sherlock

this man is the most cruel ler ever. he knows EVERY weak spot.

treats you like a science experiment and makes observations/notes because he knows it makes you flustered

will use tickles as playful punishment

but will also give you tickles because you like it (his one exception to his dislike of sentimentality, because he finds it fun to tease you)

can and will deduce all your spots! and knew you like being tickled the moment he met you because of course

he’s really good with his hands and knows how to get a lee in his own worst spots (armpits, ribs, feet, etc.) - such a good variety of techniques

but he also finds it fascinating when his lee has a ticklish tummy because he doesn’t and will spend a looooong time investigating

[giggly-squiggily]

Caterpillar Rave (Moriarty The Patriot)

~I wrote this at 3 am.~

CW: Bugs, swearing

Summary: A caterpillar shows up in William's study and he's not having it. Sherly finds the whole thing incredibly amusing.

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“Liam..”

“Don’t.” The blonde cut him off, not at all liking how amused Sherlock Holmes sounded in this moment. “Please, just…remove it.”

“But Liam, it’s only a ‘Pilly!” Sherlock nodded to the bright green caterpillar sitting on the window seal, struggling along towards one of William’s potted plants. “Don’t you know these little guys turn into some of the prettiest butterflies?”

“I don’t care. Remove it, please.” William glared, not budging from his spot towards the back of the room, his face grim. He had come to his study this morning to find none other than this intruder lingering about. “Ideally before it makes a meal out of my roses.”

“But of course.” Sherlock grinned, walking over and gathering the small critter in hand, giggling as it marched across his fingers. “Tickly little thing, aren’t ya? Alright- where’d you want this little guy, Liam?”

“Outside preferably- don’t come over here with it!” William stepped back when the detective approached, cupping his hands. “Just- dispose of it out the window or something!”

“Come now, Liam. You and I both know ‘Pilly’s don’t hurt humans.” Sherlock laughed as he turned back to the window, opening it up and letting the little guy go among some nearby ivy. “They’re good for the Ecosystem! Eat all the invasive plants and whatnot.”

“That’s lovely, and I’ll gladly let them do that outside. Not here.” William seemed to relax some upon the caterpillar’s exit, turning to his desk. “They’re welcome to the weeds amongst the garden; though I suspect Fred will pitch a fit if they find their way to his tomatoes..”

“Poor kid would disguise himself as one just to take them down.” Sherlock snickered at the mental image, walking up to William with his hands still in fists. “I hadn’t known you were afraid of Pillys, Liam.”

“I’m not afraid of them. I just find them disgust-EEH!” William archered when he felt something ticklish at the back of his neck, his collar being pulled. Slapping a hand there, the other reaching around to feel his back, it was only then he realized nothing had been dropped down his clothes. Turning around, he cut a scary look at Sherlock, face red. “You are a scoundrel, Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock howled in mirth, head thrown back as he held his belly. “Oohohohoho my god! What a sqheheheal that was, Liam! Oohohohoho, god! *Snort* Yohohohohur fahahahce!”

William only continued to glare, arms crossed and scowl permanent as Sherlock doubled over, slapping his knees as he cackled. “Are you done? If not, you can continue your laughing fits back at Baker Street.”

“Wahhait! Wait, Liam, I’m-pffft! Ehehehe! I’m sorry!” Sherlock shuffled over to the glaring blonde, holding up his hands in apology. “You’d know I’d never actually do that to you! I just wahahanted to spohohook you, thahahat’s all!”

William only turned away, silent as stone. Sherlock sobered, wondering if he’d genuinely hurt the other man with his prank.

“Liam, I truly am sorry-”

What happened next was a blur. Sherlock had gone to apologize properly, a flash of red gleamed, and the next thing he knew he was on his back, arching with a shout of laughter as William’s fingers attacked his ribs. “AH! AHhahhehahhahahaha! L-LIihihihihiham, pleahahhahahahse!”

“My, how quickly you’ve gone to begging. After how much laughing you’ve done at me just now, I’d figure you’d want to keep going.” William teased, something devilish in his voice as he wormed his fingers up and down Sherlock’s ribs. “Don’t stop on my account, now.”

“Ahehahahhhahahahaha! Lihihihiihihiam! Lihihihihiam, pleehahahhhahahse, nohohohohot the rihihihiihihihbs!” The detective thrashed and squealed, torn between curling into a ball and fighting the hands working their way up slowly towards his upper ribs. “Coohohohohome ohohoohoh, I’m shahahhhahahrry!”

“I don’t believe you.” William spoke without malice. “This isn’t nearly as hard as the way you laughed after your little prank. I think it’s only fair we reach that same level before I let you go.” His thumbs drew circles against the brunette’s upper ribs, the rest of his fingers tapping along his armpits. “My, is this a bad spot?”

“EEEE! Lihihiihhiihhiam, dohoohohoohon’t!” Sherlock arched, nearly sending them both flying as those dastardly fingers dug into his upper torso. Reaching out, he gently squeezed the blonde’s sides, making him yelp and pull his hands back. “Gohohohohotcha nohohohohow!”

“Ihihi’m suhuhuhre you thohohohught!” William giggled out as he pushed the hands away, reaching back and squeezing Sherlock’s knee. The detective all but spasmed, a squeaky guffaw breaking out his lips. “Now, If I recall correctly, you have a rather good tickle spot right along…”

“Nohohohoho! Nohohoohho, Liahahhaam plehehehahse! Not the fehehhet! Not the FEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHT!” Sherlock shrieked when his feet were attacked, William’s nails dancing against his socked soles. Flopping like a fish, Sherlock’s next few rounds of noise were a combination of swears, jumbled threats, and pleads for mercy. “LIHIHIIIHIAM, PLEHAHHAHAHSE!”

“Done laughing at me? Are you going to pull any more tricks like that?” William asked.

“YHEHEHEHEHEHS! I MEAHHAHAN NOOHOOHOHO! BOHOHOHOOTH?”

“Both? Now which one are you referring to, Sherly?” William released his feet, moving back up to squeeze the detective’s legs, making him kick and giggle. “Are you intending to prank me again with those awful things?”

“Nohohoohhoohoho! *Snort* Nehehhehehehver!” Sherlock wheezed, cheeks rosy and lightly glistening.

“Are you done laughing at me?” 

“Mahahhahaybe? Ah! Ohoohohokay ohohohokay!” Sherlock squeaked when a hand went back to his knee briefly. “Ihihihihiihm done, I swhehheahhahar!”

“Hm…very well.” William released the other, watching as Sherlock collapsed against the wooden floors with a gasp. “You’re forgiven. Do that again and I’ll have your head.”

“Whihiihch one?” Sherlock asked, giggling through a yelp when William pinched his arm, shaking his head.

“You’re terrible.”

“You lohohove me.”

“You’re just fortunate I do.” William turned to get up, only to find Sherlock’s arms locking him in place. “Sherly, I do need to get some work done.”

“You tickle me to tears and think that’s the end? I think not!” Sherlock declared, pressing his face into the blonde’s neck, nuzzling it gently. “Besides, you work all the time. Come spend the day with me. We’ll go to that hotspring again- get something good to eat along the way. Besides.” Sherlock’s tone turned conspiratorial as he eyed the window. “What if that Pilly comes back and brings friends? They’d ambush you!”

“I’ll be sure to sacrifice you to them.” William elbowed him gently in the belly, earning a huff of laughter against his neck. “I’m sure they’d find someone like you to their taste; even if it’d be a light meal when they reach your brain.”

“Light meal!? Oh, you’re asking for it now, Liam! Come here!” The tickles resumed, this time William’s laughter filling the room alongside Sherlocks.

~~~

Down below, Fred stared incredulously at the small patch of Caterpillars munching at his Tomato plant.

“This.” He pointed, already making plans on his newest disguise. “Means WAR!”

Thanks for reading!

[mystey-here]

i feel like there used to be so many sherlock tickle fics where’s they all go

[rachi-roo]

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Moriarty The Patriot: Escape Artist

I'm back on the Sherlussy train XD Them hands 🫣 Whilst I do ship them, I wrote this with them being platonic buddies. Maybe something spicier will come? 👀

Summary: Sherlock and William are discussing the detective's lock picking skills, specifically his ability to escape handcuffs. William hatches a little scheme to make sure Sherlock can work under stressful circumstances.

Lee!Sherlock, Ler!William

Tw: Light restraints

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"Done~" The black-haired detective chimed as a set of handcuffs dropped to the carpet after he had so skillfully removed them using only a hairpin and his half sober mind.

"I am impressed. Is there nothing that can hold the great Sherlock Holmes captive?" His counterpart, William Moriarty chuckled from his seat on the sofa, across the coffee table.

The two had enjoyed a couple of drinks together and found themselves back at the Moriarty Estate after discussing the fact Sherlock can wriggle his way out of any bonds, and how no lock is un-pickable.

"Well, this particular lock is such a simple design, child's-play really." Sherlock smiled, biting the hairpin, he had used to pick the lock, between his teeth as he picked up the handcuffs, looking at the keyhole with a chuckle.

William hummed in thought, tapping his cheek with a finger. "Perhaps having your hands restrained behind you would prove to be more challenging?"

"Pff. Hardly." The other scoffed, rolling the hairpin between his lips. "I'm sure it's just as easy." He smiled, blinking a few times as William stood and walked to his side, holding a hand out for Sherlock to hand him the cuffs.

"Let's put it to the test, shall we? I must see this for myself if I'm to believe it." He grinned, enjoying their silly little game. Sherlock returned the smirk, placing the cuffs in William's hand and turning his back to him on the sofa, allowing his friend to secure his arms behind his back.

"There we go, when you're ready, Sherlock."

"I'm telling you," Sherlock started, moving the hairpin from his lips to his shoulder, nudging it off into his open palm with ease. "It's all about visualization and feeling the give of the lock bars. You don't have to see what you're doing as long as you understand how everything works." He explained, maneuvering the pin into his fingers, feeling for the keyhole as he narrowed his eyes slightly.

William watched Sherlock's hands closely, it was impressive how he could do such a thing without looking, however, it was also disappointing to not get to see him struggle in the slightest. Then an idea worked its way into 'Liam's mind.

"And... What if you are trying to do this under stressful or even dangerous circumstances? Are you still able to concentrate as easily?" He asked, casually sitting on the arm of the sofa beside the still bound detective, a devious little smirk on his cheeks.

"Well, being realistic, I'd try to remove myself from the situation first and-"

"And what if you can't?"

"I'd figure something else out. Honestly, William do you believe that I of all people wouldn't be-eeeheheee!" A trill of giggles interrupted the man as he felt a pressure on his lower back that quickly fwipped upwards in one smooth stroke, making him arch away from the sensation.

"Oi!" He turned his head to glare at William, forgetting about escaping the cuffs for a moment. "Don't start that rubbish."

"Rubbish? What on earth do you mean?" The blonde smiled in response, shrugging as he casually started poking at Sherlock's side. "I'm only trying to make sure my friend is capable of taking care of himself. You need to prove to me that you can escape from more dire situations or I shan't sleep a wink just worrying about you."

Sherlock sniggered and flinched at each poke, fumbling for the hairpin as the ticklish shocks made him giddy. "I-I doubt anyohone would do thihis to me, Liam. Probably goho for something a little mohore violent- AH!" He yelped as William gave his ribs a squeeze, chuckling at his reaction.

"Violent you say?" He leaned in close, wearing his signature Lord of Crime smile as he snuck his hands under Sherlock's arms from behind. "I can do violent."

"Don't you dare, Liam-! Aha!" Sherlock was suddenly attacked with vigorous tickles, his ribs being the first victim. "Nohoho! L-Lihiam!" The dark-haired man slumped back into the sofa, trying to block William's tickling fingers as they squeezed and poked each rib, his arms still trapped behind his back by the cuffs.

"Come now, Sherlock. You're supposed to be making a great escape. If you cannot do it whilst being tickled, how will you fair against a beating or worse?" William chuckled, moving his attack downwards, pinching at Sherlock's defined hip bones.

"AHAHA! No! Liaham! Liam wait-!" He bucked instinctively, his head flung over the back of the sofa as his shoes scuffed up the rug beneath the coffee table. He was a very gangly man after all.

"S-Stop thihis! You bastahahard! Nahahahaaaa!"

"Well, you are a foul-mouthed bull calf aren't you?" William chuckled, he knew there was no severity behind the name-calling. It was very amusing though.

"Gehet off! Hahahaha! Ohohoff! I swehear I'm g-AHAHA!" Sherlock flopped onto his side, pressing his shoe against William's chest to keep him away for a moment as he fumbled with the hairpin. "C'mon, stupid bleddy cuffs-! Wait!"

William stood over him, one leg on the floor and the other straddling Sherlock's waist to avoid being bucked off.

"Better get those off quick, Mr. Holmes, a real crook wouldn't stop their attack, so I shan't either." He chuckled, shaking his hands into Sherlock's vulnerable tummy, earning a loud bout of hearty giggling.

"Nohoho! Ehehe! L-Lihihiam!" He shook his head against the sofa cushions, causing his hair to come loose from it's tie, poofing up in messy tangles as he struggled.

"Damn ihit!"

"Having a little trouble, are we?" The tickles moved back up, squeezing Sherlock's ribs again.

"LiHIHI-! AHAHAHA!" The ticklish sensation turned his usually fine-tuned brain to mush. He couldn't think straight, let alone focus on getting those damn handcuffs off his wrists. It was maddening, in a fun way. Being truly trapped for once.

His legs flailed helplessly as he lay on his back, dropping the hairpin between the sofa cushions as he writhed uncontrollably.

"Stahahap! I cahan't! I can't do it! PLEHEHEASE!" He howled, cheeks heating up as he admitted to his embarrassing defeat.

"My, my, Sherlock. This isn't like you at all." William teased, smiling down at his friend, enjoying the sound of his hearty laughter that brought a smile to his face. He sighed playfully.

"I had such high hopes too, but you're nothing more than another let down~" He chuckled, tugging Sherlock's shirt upwards, exposing his bare skin.

"Wait! Liaham please, I-I dropped the p-IHIHI! NOOO! I lohohost the pihihihin! AAAHAHAHA!" The detective descended into hysterics again as William snuck his hands up his shirt, digging directly into his ribs with cruel precision.

William knew Sherlock was well stuck and he wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste. "Hah, must you be so loud, old friend? What if you disturb one of my brothers? They would surely be cross with you." He slid his hands further up, wriggling into his underarms.

Sherlock sharply inhaled as his worst spot was attacked. "NAHAHAHAHAAAA! *snort* Stahahap! PLEHEheheaaaa-!" He twisted his torso, bunching his shoulders in an attempt to protect himself from the relentless attack.

"Oho! Was that a snort, Sherlock?"

"NO! Noho! I-I dohon't snAHAHAHA-! *snort* OH GAHAHAD!" His thick hair became knotted and damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead as he laughed carefreely, streams of mirthful tears trickling down his cheeks.

"That was a snort. Without a doubt, Sherlock. You can't lie to me~" William beamed, he found the sound amusing, a hand dipping to squeeze Sherlock's hip.

"Okay! Okahahay! I Snohorted! YAHAHA! I-I yeheild! I- AHAH! Plehehease!" His eyes scrunched shut as he snorted yet again, his breathing becoming a little wheezy. Time to stop.

William chuckled, climbing off of the giggling heap of a man. He helped Sherlock sit up, petting his hair playfully, before taking the key for the cuffs from his pocket, freeing him from his prison.

"Hah.... Bleddy hell.... William...." Sherlock panted, massaging his wrists before dragging a hand through his hair, pulling it from his face.

"My apologies. You just have such a wonderful laugh, I couldn't help myself." William smiled, pouring Sherlock a glass of water, handing it too him and sitting by his side. "Did I go too far?"

"Hah... Nonsense. It would take more than that to ruin me." Sherlock chuckled, leaning back on the sofa, giving William a threatening grin. He held up a hand, showing five fingers.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS MY DEAR FRIEND<33

I wanted to share some very cute and wholesome Christmas hcs with the moriarty the patriot characters because I love them so much ☹️

SO FIRST OFF,

Miss Hudson, John and Sherlock decorate the flat and Sherlock likes to play around with the decorations and then accidentally trapped himself with Christmas, which John and miss Hudson took advantage off and gave him some soft tickles,, he swore to himself to never play with Christmas decorations ever again

So, in the manga, Albert makes horrible Christmas sweaters, and this year he made matching sweaters for the whole group and they all were going insane over it except Louis and Liam, they praised him hehehe

So getting ready for Christmas dinner, Liam asked Louis with the help of Moran to tidy the place up a bit, of course Moran didn't want to so Louis had to make him,, honestly Moran seems like those tough guys who are also extremely sensitive which is very silly ehehe, anyways, Louis made him suffer with tickles till he promised he'd help him clean (he ended up doing it and whining the whole time about it)

James, Fred and Moran are wearing matching Christmas hats and sweaters and they absolutely solo everyone

The Moriarty brothers made a gingerbread house together and ended up making a whole mess but that's okay, they had a very fun time (Albert ended up making the most mess)

Louis ends up overworking himself to make sure everyone has a good Christmas time, Albert and Liam heavily disagree that he overworks himself so they distract him and make him rest a bit with light tickles and Louis tries to tell them he isn't but they obviously don't believe him

This is all I hope you like theeemm~ <3

Aaaaww they're so sweet 🥹❤️

Have a merry Christmas, too, my dear 🎄❤️

@wertzunge more hcs for us ^_^