I just finished the Moriarty the Patriot Anime... and OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH. THAT ENDING WAS AWESOME, OMG IT WAS SO GAY AND SO EMOTIONAL AND ALL. SHERLIAM IS BASICALLY CANON ATP.
LIKE IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN SHERLIAM THEN I WILL ASSUME YOU WERE BLIND AND DEAF WHEN YOU WATCHED ALL THEIR INTERACTIONS.
AGH I CAN'T WAIT TO READ THE MANGA (cause the anime was lowk so bad of an adaptation its basically a teaser atp)
AHHHHHHHHH
You bet I can! I love me some Sherliam- it's been FOREVER since I've written anything of these two! This felt incredibly nostalgic and lovely to make! I hope you like it :3
When William came to, the sun wasn’t even over the horizon.
Scrunching up some, he buried his face further beneath the covers, eager for more sleep. His body was used to waking up early- by the time Louis would come around to rouse him, he’d already be up and out of bed- reading a book at his desk or running a few mental math scenarios for his next lecture.
That was for later in the morning. Right now, he still has at least half an hour of sleep.
He leaned some with the intent of rolling on his back when he felt something warm against his skin. Warm and firm at that- like a brick wall of flesh. Wait- skin? Where was his dressing gown-
The previous night’s events flashed through his mind, and he felt himself go as red as his eyes. It was then his bed companion stirred.
“Hmm..good morning, beautiful.” Sherlock yawned as he wrapped his arms tighter across William’s torso, further trapping him. He must have still been asleep- usually the detective would follow such a statement up with a sweet kiss to his shoulder or neck. Instead, he nuzzled him like a cat, making William twitch. “Leaving so soon?”
“This is my estate, Mr. Holmes.” He didn’t know why he bothered responding- Sherlock was snoring against his neck at this point. It was far too warm for such closeness- he debated whether he should try pulling his arms loose or not. “Unhand me. I need to find my clothes.”
“Hmm..nah, stay this way.” He murmured, nuzzling more. Once again, William felt himself twitch at the feeling. Of course Sherlock was able to find tickle spots without trying. “I like the way you feel.”
The blonde sighed without sound, knowing it was a loss cause all around. Even if he wanted to go back to sleep, his partner’s hair was dragging against his skin, the touch feathery and irritating. He rolled his shoulder to brush some of it off, but Sherlock adjusted so his chin sat against it. “Sherly, your hair tickles.”
“Hmm.” Sherlock smiled in his sleep, getting comfortable. Huh, he seemed rather responsive-
“You’re awake, aren’t you?”
“Been for a minute now.” Oh that dastardly villain! Willian squirmed in his embrace in an effort to break free, but Sherlock wasn’t having it. A few adjustments had him with his back against the pillows, staring up at Sherlock’s bare chest and smirking face. In this lighting, he looked like an angel descending from the heavens.
Or a demon in disguise. Really, William was fine with either or. “Mr. Holmes, I have to get up.”
“Why, Professor? It’s only-” The detective looked over, cringing at the clock on the wall. “Yeesh, it’s five in the morning.”
“You’re kidding.” William went to sit up and look, but Sherlock gently pushed him back down into the bed, preventing it. “Mr. Holmes-”
“Don’t. You know you’ll never get back to sleep if you do.” He was right- much to Willaim’s annoyance. A gentle smile pulled on the other’s lips as he leaned on an arm, the hand on William’s chest tapping a gentle rhythm against his heart. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
“I’m not angry.”
“You are, though.”
“I’m going to get angry if you keep pointing it out.”
“And you’ll be that much cuter.” Sherlock winked, and Willian shoved at his shoulder. A mock gasp escaped the detective, a light of excitement in his eyes. “Oh, are we doing this?”
“You woke me up and refuse to let me leave my bed. How else am I to be free?” Willam challenged, feeling his heart race at the glee spreading over Sherlock’s lips. “Keep the noise level down. My brothers are still very much asleep- as is the rest of the house.”
“Good thing your room is so far away.” There was a pause, then William smacked him with his own pillow upside the head. Sherlock laughed as he retaliated, powdering William with delicate blow after blow.
The sheets were quickly discarded as they fought, their giggles mixed with shushes as they tried smothering one another with their respective pillows. William struggled to gain the upper hand, every chance he had blocked by Sherlock’s quick reaction. Still, he managed to get a few good hits in, sending feathers flying through the air alongside their titters.
At one point- maybe to preserve the pillow or just because he got bored of it- Sherlock tossed aside his weapon before wrestling William back into bed. A terrible strategy- the blonde easily landed a hit or three before spasming all over, his arms shooting down as a new bout of giggles spilled over his lips. “Gah! Nohohoho! No tiihihckling, thahahat’s unfahhahair!”
“Oh but it is! All is fair in love and war!” Sherlock laughed against his neck, pressing kisses there as his hands kneaded the blonde’s sides. William’s own tried pushing at his shoulders in an effort to escape, but it was quickly proven futile. Instead he tried his best to elbow Sherlock’s hands away, half scrunching up as his giggles rattled off his lips. “What a cute response. It’s like you can’t hold back this early in the morning, can you Liam?”
“Oohohoho huhuhuhush yohohoohhou! Ehahahahhaa- dohohohon’t mahahahke suhuhuhuch rehehemahahahrks rihihihight nohoh-Ehehehehhehhe!” The tips of Sherlock’s fingers creeped back, tracing the edges of William’s back. It wasn’t nearly as ticklish as his spine- just enough to keep his nerves alive but not enough to raise his volume. “Gehehehhet! Ehahhahaa, thahahhat’s fahahhahar enoohohohoguh, Shehehehherly!”
“Hmm, and to think I was just getting started!” Those feathery lips moved from his neck to his mouth, muffling William’s giggles as he teasingly drew back. His hands remained on his person, holding his waist while he carried on kissing. He tasted like sleep and tobacco and Sherlock. William let his eyes fall shut as he drank him in, his hands curling around the other’s neck and fisting his loose hair. “Awake now, aren’t you?”
“Nonsense. This is a dream- one I want to stay in for much longer.” He felt Sherlock laugh against him, gently laying across his supine form as he played with his bangs. “Or at least for another hour or so.”
“Sounds divine. Tell me though- what happens when you wake up, though?”
“Hm.” The blonde hummed, running a thumb along Sherlock’s cheek. “Depends. Will you still be here when I do?”
A pause, the air between them suddenly charged. Sherlock’s eyes widened a fraction before he smiled, leaning into William’s hand. “If you’ll have me.”
William leaned in to kiss him again-
A knock on the door. “Brother? Are you awake?” William turned to the door with wide eyes as Sherlock froze above him. “I heard noises coming from here. Is everything okay?”
“Just fine, Louis. I was doing some…cleaning.” He felt Sherlock fall against him, the faintest of snorts against his chest. He tugged at his hair sharply, silencing him. “Forgive me- I hadn’t meant to disturb you.”
A beat of silence, then…”Very well. Breakfast will be out soon- do come join us.” Footsteps faded, and William sighed softly as he leaned back into the pillows. Sherlock was still laughing in his chest, unfazed by William’s hand in his hair. “Hush, you.”
“C-Clehehehahning?” Sherlock wheezed, one eye squeezed shut with mirth as he smiled. “That’s what you claim? You were clehehahning?”
“I came up short.” William tsked, fighting down a smile of his own while Sherlock laughed harder. “It’s hard to think this early in the morning. Especially with you in my bed.”
“Not the only thing.” Sherlock waggled his brows, wheezing when William smacked his shoulder. “Yes, yes- I’m a scoundrel.”
“You didn’t let me finish- enough of that.” The blonde pushed Sherlock’s growing grin away from him, finally getting out of bed and finding his dressing gown. Once he was clothed, he turned a halfhearted glare at his partner, watching him get comfortable in the sheets. “I assume you’ll be hiding here for some time? I can bring you a plate.”
“No need- I’ll find my way around.” He yawned as he snuggled into William’s side of the bed. “Go- be with your brothers before they get suspicious.”
William chuckled as he turned to go, pausing when Sherlock’s hand caught his. He squeezed once, warm and callous. He took a soft breath before squeezing back. Then he slipped away and out the door.
~~~
“Good morning, Louie! Sorry for the early intrusion, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and figured I’d come by!”
You wouldn’t know he was in William’s arms a few short hours before. In the time between William leaving to greet his brothers and now- Sherlock made his way out of his bedroom and at the front door. He wore last night’s clothes and was mildly disheveled- was that fraying at the edge of his sleeves? William started to suspect an act of tree-scaling was involved.
“Why am I not surprised you’re here? Did you fall into some shrubbery on your way over?” He gave a resigned glance at the leaves on Sherlock’s person, shaking his head as he gestured him further into the room. “Come. I’ve made extra.”
“Ever so prepared, our Louis.” Albert leaned into his fist, a knowing look in his eyes as he watched Sherlock take a seat. “Must have had quite a night for you to end up all the way out here.”
“Oh you know how it is- former clients wanting to buy a round in thanks. I’ve never been the type to disappoint. Before I knew it, I ended up here, and what luck!" Sherlock laughed it off, his knee brushing against William’s as he leaned forward. "I’m finally going to try one of Louie’s famous breakfasts!"
Their easy banter continued, and William struggled not to let the way his heart skipped show as Louis returned with omelets. Even awake, Sherlock was still very much beside him.
He knew it wouldn’t last forever, but right now- he’d treasure this time with him. He’d treasure this time with all of them.
