The October Yuumori Challenge

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Hello everyone!! Welcome to yuumori-tober– a month long creative challenge for anyone in the moriarty the patriot/yuumori fandom! The prompts this year are as follows:

Some quick rules:

☆Tag us in all submissions, and use the #yuumoritober2025 tag or we most likely won't see your submissions (and that would be terrible).

☆Your work must somewhat follow the prompt, though the prompts may be interpreted however you want– the more creative the better.

☆Your work must relate to moriarty the patriot

☆ Any medium is welcomed; digital or traditional art, animations, writing, whatever you wish to submit!

☆Creators of all skill levels are welcomed too!

☆No AI is permitted, and neither is re-uploading or tracing somebody else's art.

☆You do not have to submit something for every day. This challenge is supposed to be fun, don't stress yourself out!

☆Late submissions are fine, and posts will be reblogged until around mid November :>

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☆Have fun!!

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☆Mild sexual content such as kissing etc does not need to be under a cut

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We apologise for the late prompts and wish you luck on your yuumoritober endeavors!

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With today being the first of November, Yuumoritober is officially over! (Late submissions are still accepted, check pinned post for more information). We had a lot of lovely submissions from different creators. Thank you to everyone who participated or engaged with the creators' works!

[fellyjishy]

quick doodle of halloween sherliam as ghost kitties ^^ !!! partly inspired by the cat keychains released earlier today hehe

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[greypigman07]

Day 31: Halloween

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A little skerch of Liam as a Vampire

Was this my excuse to draw him in a red waistcoat with his new thinner waist? You don't know that.

Did I have far to much fun with the messy colouring? Yes. Yes I did.

ANNNND that makes 31 days complete!

This was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it. Did I get stressed sometimes? Yes. Was it my poor management? Yes. Will my time management important? Unlikely.

I hope yuumoritober comes back around next year and I hope I can participate again! This past month has been fun, trying to come up with something creative for each prompt. I've enjoyed seeing others submissions too. Hopefully we can get more people to do it next year as this year was kind of short notice 😅

Either way, this was lots of fun and happy Halloween!

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YUUMORITOBER, DAY 31 - HALLOWEEN

Aaand we got to the last day of Yuumoritober. I had a lot of fun writing the prompts - I only missed one out of the 31+5 - thank you for organizing the event!

Word count: ~600

Milverton is invited for a Halloween party organized by one of the House of Lords which means that he cannot decline the invitation. Ruskin helps him dress up in the costume he made for him.

THE KING AND HIS KNIGHT

"Please, let me help you order it for you, Mr. Milverton." Ruskin said to his employer and stepped closer to him to order his costume. Charles Augustus Milverton was invited to a social convention, a costume party for Halloween, held by one of the members of the House of Lords. Which meant that Milverton, even if he wanted nothing more than that at the moment, couldn't afford himself to say no - he needed to maintain a good relationship with those nobles he often referred to as "an utter pack of fools" and who were also his most important patrons. Milverton was not born into the high class, so he could only keep his current position as the King of Media if he stayed on good terms with the House of Lords - and not insulting them by not appearing in one of their parties.

Milverton quietly watched as his secretary ordered his clothes. It was a very fancy costume, the costume of the king made by Ruskin himself, who aside of being a secretary who fulfilled every task perfectly and who was also skilled in the kitchen, seemed to be good even when it came to sewing. Milverton was not surprised by that. His right-hand man was special - that's why he was on his side.

And because Ruskin served him with utter loyalty and his evil completed Milverton's evil perfectly.

"You are ready for the ball, sir." Ruskin noted and led Milverton to the mirror who saw with satisfaction that his secretary indeed did a good job with dressing him up. Ruskin also dressed up in the clothes of a knight to match him. Milverton knew that he was more than happy to take up this role - what he viewed himself in real life as well.

"You look beautiful, sir." Ruskin praised him and when Milverton turned to him, he noticed that his secretary's wide brown eyes were shining with awe. "The king costume fits you perfectly. After all, you are a king, Mr. Milverton. My king." He added awkwardly and he immediately started to blush. Milverton chuckled and stepped to his secretary. He raised his hand and gently caressed the blushline on his cheek which made Ruskin look surprisingly sweet which was the complete opposite of his bloodthirsty nature.

"And you are my loyal knight. I wouldn't choose anyone else to be on my side and guard me." He stated and his voice was soft and serious. "You did a great job with both of the costumes. Thank you, Ruskin."

"It was a joy for me, sir." Ruskin whispered and closed his eyes while Milverton's fingers pampered his face.

Milverton let out a sigh.

"Last year, we dressed up because trick or treating was an entertaining way to get rid of that politician who was an obstacle to my plans. And now, we need to go to a dull party to please the House of Lords." He noted with sorrow in his tone.

"I would also rather sin with you, sir." Ruskin admitted and looked up, devotedly smiling at Milverton.

Milverton smiled back at his secretary. Ruskin could always understand him perfectly.

"Maybe we will get a chance for the sins as well." He tilted his head with hope. "After that we will need to endure that pathetic bunch, we deserve some compensation. But I don't doubt" He glanced at Ruskin again, "that you will still enjoy being my knight tonight."

Ruskin let out a little laugh and his gaze was now full of love.

"I am your knight, sir. And I will be for the rest of my life." He promised and his hand wandered down, touching Milverton's other hand. Milverton smirked.

"Then follow me. We should not be late." He ordered and with Ruskin close by his side, they left the room.

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[loichte]

Yuumoritober day 26; Blood At least a little bit

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[greypigman07]

Day 30: Instruments

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Sherlock and I have passed this street many times since we came to America.

There is a piano there, for the public to pkay and donate money to a local orphanage. I've always wanted to try playing it. I used to play piano really well, but I've not practiced in a long time, so I probably can't play very well anymore.

But I found myself really wanting to.

"Sherlock?" I asked.

"Mm?" He hummed a response.

"Can we play?"

He had his violin on him as we had just got back from him putting on a show for the children at the orphanage by my request.

He looked at piano.

"...you want to play it?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm probably very rusty... but I wish to play it." I smiled.

He smiled. "Why not."

I went and sat down on the stall, beginning to get a feel on how to do this again. He stood behind me, starting to prepare his violin.

People began to look at us, whispering.

I began to play. Sherlock smiled at me, closing his eyes and matching my pace.

It was a well known piece we began to play, but at first it was slowed down as I got used to the keys again. When I figured it out again, we began to speed up. Sherlock smiled as he matched my pace once more.

As we finished, people began to clap. I smiled, looking at the huge crowd that had gathered around us. Sherlock smiled and gestured for me to stand up as he lowered his violin. I stood up and we both bowed.

People began to put money in the pot. I smiled at Sherlock as he put his violin away.

"We've had a busy day, hu?" Sherlock smiled.

"Yeah." I laughed.​

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YUUMORITOBER, DAY 30 - INSTRUMENTS

This sets in an alternate universe where Ruskin works in a café as a pianist before he becomes Milverton's right-hand man.

Word count: ~1000

The eye contact only lasted for a second, but it changed Ruskin's entire life. It was love at first sight - with that one glance, he lost his soul and it became the other man's property. He didn't even know his name, but it didn't matter. Ruskin's freedom was gone - and ever since that day, he went to the café to play his music with one purpose in his heart.

To see the man again.

THE MELODY OF A SIN

The piano was quietly playing in the café but Ruskin felt like his fingers were moving in the air, not touching anything at all. The music filled the atmosphere and eased the whirling of his own heart. This was one of the reasons why he liked playing - it was capable of healing his soul and made the yearning inside him bittersweet. It was less painful to bear when the piano was under his fingers, which was like a best friend comforting him - even if everything started with this piano, this café... and a certain man who was now sitting at the corner and reading a newspaper while he was slowly drinking tea from his cup.

Ruskin tried to not stare at him so strongly, even if he was able to play without needing to look at the keyboard. He didn't want to make the man feel uncomfortable, he was afraid that in that case, he would find a new café to go to and never come back here - and Ruskin's greatest joy of the day fades into nothingness forever. The man had curly, grey hair, but Ruskin could see well that whenever the light fell on his head, his locks started to shine like they were actually made of silver. He was much older than Ruskin, in his early forties, but only the somewhat manly chin talked about this and the wrinkles under the man's eyes which Ruskin noticed when he once had the chance to walk past him. The man had an unnaturally pale, ethereal face which reminded Ruskin of an angel and his sensually long, white fingers were holding the paper with such elegance - Ruskin never saw anyone keeping a newspaper like that. Like the paper was part of the man's entire being - if Ruskin would see him without his paper, he would have been heavily surprised. But what Ruskin liked the most about the man was his eyes behind the glasses - a glowing golden gaze, so bright, like it didn't even belong to a human being, but to a snake. A beautiful and majestic white cobra.

This gaze was what captured Ruskin when he accidentally made eye contact with the man a few months ago. He was a new guest at the café where Ruskin was working as a pianist. Ruskin raised his head from the piano, just to check who came in and sat down at the corner table to where Ruskin had the best sight at. He was unable to turn his head back anymore, his eyes met with the man's eyes and in that moment, he felt like something set him on fire. He started to blush, his face was burning while his heartbeat was so loud that he could barely hear his own music. The eye contact only lasted for a second, but it changed Ruskin's entire life. It was love at first sight - with that one glance, he lost his soul and it became the other man's property. He didn't even know his name, but it didn't matter. Ruskin's freedom was gone - and ever since that day, he went to the café to play with one purpose in his heart.

To see the man again.

Ruskin's fingers suddenly started to play a new, melancholic melody. The man was here again, he could feel it in his soul when he stepped inside - and it was Ruskin's greatest joy and greatest sorrow at the same time. He knew that he can never be with the man, never even talk to him - it was clear that their worlds were completely different and only collided in this café. All he could do was stealing little glances at him and fuel his longing which spread inside his music, his piano catching the pounding of his heart which dictated the tempo. He couldn't even play for himself anymore, only for this man and his music was filled with the pain of his unrequited love, and occasionally with some joyful melody if the man visited the café again after a longer break. Ruskin kept watching the man from the corner of his eyes and played. His only hope was that his music would reach the man and he would hear what Ruskin wanted him to hear.

The love confession from the deepest part of his heart.

The weeks kept passing and the seasons changed. The autumn brought along the cold rains, but the café stayed warm. The man started to come there more and more often until he was here every day. And the feelings in Ruskin's soul became stronger, making his love-filled music praised even more by the café's guests. Ruskin started to get recognized as a pianist, but he had only one wish. The man asking him to play something and Ruskin could reveal that his music was for him all along.

And one day, Ruskin's dream finally came true.

"Excuse me."

Ruskin trembled from the call that came above him, it was a smooth, gentle voice. He knew who it belonged to even without ever hearing it clearly and the sparks in his heart started to dance. He looked up - the beautiful man was standing above him with a smile on his face. He never saw the man's smile before - but it was full of Ruskin's dreams.

"Would you play something for me?" The man looked into his eyes deeply and Ruskin immediately got lost in the golden gaze. He faintly nodded and his throat only had strength for a whisper.

"Do you have... a favourite piece?" He asked and his feelings, like hellfire flooded his body when the man leaned closer to him and his gaze was playfully glowing.

Like he already knew everything.

"The melody of a sin." He murmured and without waiting for Ruskin's answer, he walked back to his table, sitting back to enjoy the music. Ruskin's fingers started to play again and he couldn't take his eyes off the man any longer while the melody of a sin, the melody he played when he first saw the man was burning inside his heart.

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[greypigman07]

Day 29: Free day

Have a random thing I've started after going to London to go to The Sherlock Holmes Museum!

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Sherlock had thought it a good idea to take me on a walk, to talk about life at the moment as don't see each other as often anymore. I happily agreeded, expecting a short walk and sitting in the park like we used to do in America. However, Sherlock must have forgotten that my legs can't walk as long as his and that I've been slightly out of health after the incident, so I can't walk anywhere near as far or as fast as him.

We had walked far already and I began to struggle to match his pace.

"Sherlock." I said.

He hummed a response, smiling at me.

"Can er... we slow down?"

I watched as something clicked in his brain. He turned to me. "I'm so sorry- I- I didn't think. You must be so tired-"

I smiled tiredly. "I... just think I need to sit for a bit before I take a cab home..."

Sherlock checked his pocket watch. "God it's late. No. Come to 221B and rest there. I'll send a telegram to Louis saying you're staying at Baker Street tonight." Sherlock said, putting his pocket watch away.

"You don't have to do that. I can get a cab home..." I said.

"At this hour in London? You're weak and honestly have a pretty face. I'm worried some drunked would try and hurt you." Sherlock said.

I smiled a little. "I'm not that weak."

"I'm not risking you getting hurt. Plus, you look like you'd fall asleep in the cab home."

I smiled weakly.

He put my hand on his arm. I smiled at him gently. He guided me to 221B.

"Baker Street is just round this corner. Luckliy, we are on the right side of the street too." Sherlock smiled.

We arrived in 221B and Sherlock took my coat off me, hanging it up.

"Sherlock! You're finally back- oh. Professor Moriarty, I didn't expect to see you." Miss Hudson smiled at me.

I waved tiredly.

"Gods, you look half dead on your feet. Sherlock, what did you do to him?" She put her hands on her hips.

"I forgot he can't walk as far as me anymore..." Sherlock said. "He's tired and I'm worried about him going home alone at this hour. He will be staying thr night."

"Of course! I'll get some nice warm tea for you. Honestly Sherlock, taking the Professor out on this cold evening, what were you thinking?" She made her way to the kitchen.

Sherlock took his coat off then put his hands on my shoulders and looked at my face.

"You have huge bags under your eyes." He commented.

I smiled. "I know... I've not been sleeping well."

"Mm." He looked at mt face. "Your eye's looking much better these days."

"Still blind." I said.

He gave me a look and I smiled.

"Sherlock? Professor?"

We looked up the stairs and saw John. He had already began to dress down, his blazer off, tie undone and his top button undone.

"John!" Sherlock smiled. "Hello."

I waved at him.

"Hello Professor." John smiled. "I didn't expect you to join Sherlock."

"Neither did I... he took me on a long walk and I'm tired now." I smiled tiredly.

"Sherlock. You know he's still recovering." John said.

"Yeah, yeah, I've already had an earfull from Hudson." Sherlock said, taking my hand and leading me upstairs. "I just got excited to see him. I forgot..."

I smiled gently; his hand in mine felt good.

"Professor, do you need me to check you over at all?" John asked. We walked into the living room.

"I'm alright Doctor." I smiled. "Though... would you be okay to check my eye?"

"Your eye? Of course. The damaged one I assume?" John smiled, grabbing his medical bag from his desk.

I nodded. I sat down and he came over to look. He shone a light by my eye, examining it.

"Are you worried about it?" Sherlock asked.

"...I haven't had it checked since we returned to London... I thought it best to get it checked out." I explained.

John smiled. "Looks all good to me Professor." He smiled at me. "Honestly for a damaged eye it is surprising healthy looking. Though, I doubt you will ever get your vision back in it."

John stood up.

"Thank you Doctor." I smiled.

Sherlock sat next to me. He seemed worried about me.

Hudson came up with a tray with tea. "Here we go Professor." She gave me a cup.

"Thank you so much Miss Hudson." I smiled at her. She smiked back and gave Sherlock a cup.

"Having the Professor here is always a pleasure." Miss Hudson said. "He's so polite."

"He is!" John smiled.

"Hey, I'm nit that bad to live with, am I?" Sherlock gave them a look.

I smiled more, holding the cup of tea close to my chest.

"Professor, are you cold?" Miss Hudson asked.

"...a little..." I answered.

"I'll start the fire." John smiled, going to the fireplace.

"They love you." Sherlock smiled.

I smiled at him.

"They think you're a really good guest and I lovely person." Sherlock smiled. "Which is right." He began to play with my hair gently. "So know you are always welcome here at Baker street." Sherlock smiled gently at me.

"Yes. Professor, you are always welcome here." John said. Miss Hudson nodded.

"Thank you all very much. You are all so nice. I'm greatful." I smiled.

"Of course. Professor, you are a great man. It is an honour to have you here." John said.

Sherlock smiled at me. I smiled back.​

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Yuumoritober day 27: Favourite character with least favourite Character Surprise, it's not Milverton! Milverton was a pretty sad excuse for a villain I was this close to using Mary Morstan, but I just don't care enough about her to make some art of whatever kind After some thinking I came to the conclusion that Charles Baskerville is the one I hate the most ♥ @yuumoritober

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YUUMORITOBER, DAY 29 - FREE DAY

On this free day, I decided to write another fic for the role swap AU. I want to make it one of my main AUs anyway, it is too fun to be just a one-time thing.

Word count: ~1100

The young Ruskin, who became the new King of Media after his media mogul father's death, visits the grave in the company of his secretary.

NEVER LEAVE ME BEHIND

The wind was blowing gently in the cemetery when the two men walked inside that morning. Neither of them looked at the gravestones, they had a clear destination - a big tomb near the little chapel. They only stopped when they arrived in front of it and for a long moment, they both stared at the writing which let everyone know who was lying there. He was not unknown in the eyes of the public, he used to be referred to as the King of Media in Great Britain. And one of the two men who now placed a flower bouquet onto the grave was his first and only son.

The one who inherited everything and his new position put a great weight onto his heart.

Jonathan Ruskin let out a sigh. He was always aware that the day when his father passes away, he will be the new owner of all his newspaper and marketing companies and with that, he will hold a great power. Something he should be responsible about. However, his father died before Ruskin could be fully prepared to bear this responsibility. Ever since his father’s death, he often felt lost and he visited the grave every week in the company of his secretary. The silver-haired man, Mr. Milverton was standing next to him and didn't talk. Ruskin was grateful for that, he wanted to get lost in his thoughts and remembering his father, pretending that they are having a conversation like they used to.

He pretended to tell his father how things were going in the company and that he started to find his place in the business world thanks to Mr. Milverton's help. The man who was older than Ruskin, had a natural born talent to lead a company and he was always there to advise Ruskin when he needed to make a decision. Some of that advice was morally questionable, but Ruskin tried to not think about that now. Mr. Milverton surely had his reasons when he said that Ruskin should do or shouldn’t do something. Ruskin could only trust his secretary, he had no one else. His mother also died long years ago.

Ruskin hoped that his father would be proud of him. He still lacked confidence and he was terrified that he would let his father's expectations he had about him down. However, the newspaper issues and the selling was currently thriving - it was all due to Mr. Milverton's latest plan that Ruskin set to action without a second thought. This plan was... well, definitely not something his father would have liked. So Ruskin tried to hide it in his mind like through the imaginary conversation, his father can learn about it despite being dead if Ruskin is not careful enough.

This suddenly filled him with a sense of guilt. He never tried to hide anything from his father before.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Ruskin?"

Ruskin turned his head over when he heard his secretary's voice. Mr. Milverton watched him with a sympathetic look in his beautiful golden eyes. Unlike when it came to his father, Ruskin didn't try to keep his concerns a secret from Mr. Milverton. He cleared his throat and quietly spoke.

"Mr. Milverton... do you think that I put shame onto my father's name?"

The question shyly slipped out of his mouth. He was worried about what his secretary would answer, Mr. Milverton's opinion mattered as much to him as his father's. And he needed to admit that as the time passed... it mattered even more. He slowly but steadily fell in love with the other man despite their age difference and the power imbalance. He knew that his feelings were wrong but he didn't try to deny them or get rid of them. His heart belonged to Mr. Milverton and this was the only thing he never shared with his secretary. He didn't want to make Mr. Milverton feel uncomfortable and he especially didn’t want to lose him. This was the reason why he never said no... why he will never say no no matter what the other man would suggest in the work.

Even if it would be straight-up evil.

Ruskin didn't take his eyes off his secretary's pale, ethereal face. A faint smile appeared at the corner of Mr. Milverton's mouth.

"You didn't put shame onto your father's name and you never will." He started to talk, his voice was intimate and comforting. "I will make sure of it. This is why I am on your side, Mr. Ruskin. Not just to assist you - but to give you guidance." Mr. Milverton told him and Ruskin memorized the other man's every word like he did it all the time. "You are young and you don't know a lot about how the world works yet. But I am here to help you."

Ruskin gulped. He tried to stop his hand but it instinctively grabbed his secretary's hand before he could stop himself. Mr. Milverton was here, like he said but he wanted to feel him from even closer. He blushed from his own action, he knew that he shouldn't touch someone who aside from his secret love for him, was still his subordinate. He wondered what Mr. Milverton was thinking about him now, but the man didn't try to evade. Instead, he gently drew Ruskin closer and patted his shoulder. Ruskin laid his head down on his secretary's chest and he felt that the joy spread inside him for the sound of Mr. Milverton's heartbeat. His touch was so warm... Ruskin wished to feel it for the rest of his life.

"Please, never leave me, Mr. Milverton." He whispered awkwardly and in that moment, from the power-bearing King of Media, he turned into an ordinary young man who only wanted one thing.

To be with the one he loved more than anything in the world.

He heard that Mr. Milverton let out a chuckle.

"I will never leave you, Mr. Ruskin." His secretary said and there was a hint of amusement in his tone when he continued. "Of course, until you don't fire me."

"That is never going to happen!" Ruskin vehemently swore and deeply inhaled the other man's scent. The mutual promise made him incredibly happy, he knew that it was disrespectful to feel such happiness when he was in front of his father's grave, but in those minutes, he didn't think about his father. Only Mr. Milverton mattered whose fingers now wandered into Ruskin's hair and comfortingly brushed it.

"It is good then." He noted and Ruskin was sure that his eyes were glowing again, but he didn't look up. He kept his head where it was and just listened to his secretary's heartbeat while the wind caressed their faces as it kept blowing over the cemetery.

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Day 28: Meme

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POV: Albert after burning every mansion

And here is the original

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YUUMORITOBER, DAY 28 - MEME

Word count: ~650

Charles Augustus Milverton tries to deal with his two enemies, Sherlock Holmes and the Lord of Crime, by making a shipping meme about them, but things don't go according to plan.

THE MEME

"Is there a problem, Mr. Milverton?" Ruskin asked his employer when he stepped into the study and saw that the other man was desperately searching for something on his laptop.

"I want to make a meme." Mr. Milverton said with determination and this was such an unexpected answer that even Ruskin, who rarely got bewildered when it came to his employer’s actions, ended up raising his eyebrows.

"A meme, sir?" He repeated like he couldn't believe what he heard. He was on Mr. Milverton's side for long, long years and got used to the other man's eccentric nature. One of Mr. Milverton's favorite hobby was, for example, giving evil speeches and comparing himself to the Devil. Ruskin didn't even blink at that anymore, but now he couldn't hold back his sarcastic remark. "Is this the new evil plan?"

To his greatest surprise, Mr. Milverton nodded.

"Indeed. Memes are as much as weapons of scandal like a propaganda campaign built on half-lies - and they also have the advantage that memes are easier to spread online. Therefore, I want to make a meme about Sherlock Holmes and the Lord of Crime and ridiculing them in front of the public!"

Ruskin let out a sigh. So Mr. Milverton was still obsessed with his newfound enemies and he wanted to personally deal with them instead of telling his bodyguards to assassinate them like every other businessman would do. Ruskin never understood how his employer's attention could always get captured by trivial things like these, but he didn't say anything. He just stepped closer to Mr. Milverton and ordered the other man's hair which became messy due to the excitement.

"And what type of meme are you planning?"

"I want to make fun of them by making a shipping meme about them." Mr. Milverton told him and clicked on a picture. "Do you think this template will be good enough?" He glanced at Ruskin who saw in the golden eyes that Mr. Milverton was currently not as confident as he usually was. This made Ruskin's hand slide down from his employer's hair and stop at his shoulder. He only said this on a gentle voice.

"Sir, I will help you make a meme."

The meme was ready to get widespread half an hour later, which Mr. Milverton, owning several social media pages, was easily able to do. Ruskin hoped that with that, Mr. Milverton would turn his attention back to real evil activities, but when a few days later, a quite annoyed Mr. Milverton woke him up in the morning, Ruskin was sure that it would not occur anytime soon.

"Ruskin, our meme!"

"What happened to the meme?" Ruskin sat up and as he looked at his employer's face, he could already tell that something didn't go according to Mr. Milverton's plans.

"The meme became popular, but not the way I intended to!" Mr. Milverton lashed out and his golden eyes were glowing from the fury. "The meme was meant to humiliate them - but it ended up encouraging people for more shipping activities! The internet is now full of fanarts and fanfictions about Sherlock Holmes and the Lord of Crime who are kissing! This is a catastrophe!"

Ruskin's mouth flinched, but he didn't want to show that the story actually amused him. Mr. Milverton was too miserable for that. Before they posted the meme, he tried to tell his employer that this will end like that, but of course, Mr. Milverton was too excited to listen - and this bore the wrong fruit. Ruskin took his employer's hand to somehow try to comfort him, but Mr. Milverton continued.

"It is time to switch to plan B!" He clenched his fists angrily and stood up from the bed. Ruskin was afraid to ask what plan B will be, he didn't doubt that it was something Mr. Milverton-like crazy again. He just gave a resignated nod and followed his employer.

"As you wish, sir."

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YUUMORITOBER, DAY 28 - MEME

Word count: ~650

Charles Augustus Milverton tries to deal with his two enemies, Sherlock Holmes and the Lord of Crime, by making a shipping meme about them, but things don't go according to plan.

THE MEME

"Is there a problem, Mr. Milverton?" Ruskin asked his employer when he stepped into the study and saw that the other man was desperately searching for something on his laptop.

"I want to make a meme." Mr. Milverton said with determination and this was such an unexpected answer that even Ruskin, who rarely got bewildered when it came to his employer’s actions, ended up raising his eyebrows.

"A meme, sir?" He repeated like he couldn't believe what he heard. He was on Mr. Milverton's side for long, long years and got used to the other man's eccentric nature. One of Mr. Milverton's favorite hobby was, for example, giving evil speeches and comparing himself to the Devil. Ruskin didn't even blink at that anymore, but now he couldn't hold back his sarcastic remark. "Is this the new evil plan?"

To his greatest surprise, Mr. Milverton nodded.

"Indeed. Memes are as much as weapons of scandal like a propaganda campaign built on half-lies - and they also have the advantage that memes are easier to spread online. Therefore, I want to make a meme about Sherlock Holmes and the Lord of Crime and ridiculing them in front of the public!"

Ruskin let out a sigh. So Mr. Milverton was still obsessed with his newfound enemies and he wanted to personally deal with them instead of telling his bodyguards to assassinate them like every other businessman would do. Ruskin never understood how his employer's attention could always get captured by trivial things like these, but he didn't say anything. He just stepped closer to Mr. Milverton and ordered the other man's hair which became messy due to the excitement.

"And what type of meme are you planning?"

"I want to make fun of them by making a shipping meme about them." Mr. Milverton told him and clicked on a picture. "Do you think this template will be good enough?" He glanced at Ruskin who saw in the golden eyes that Mr. Milverton was currently not as confident as he usually was. This made Ruskin's hand slide down from his employer's hair and stop at his shoulder. He only said this on a gentle voice.

"Sir, I will help you make a meme."

The meme was ready to get widespread half an hour later, which Mr. Milverton, owning several social media pages, was easily able to do. Ruskin hoped that with that, Mr. Milverton would turn his attention back to real evil activities, but when a few days later, a quite annoyed Mr. Milverton woke him up in the morning, Ruskin was sure that it would not occur anytime soon.

"Ruskin, our meme!"

"What happened to the meme?" Ruskin sat up and as he looked at his employer's face, he could already tell that something didn't go according to Mr. Milverton's plans.

"The meme became popular, but not the way I intended to!" Mr. Milverton lashed out and his golden eyes were glowing from the fury. "The meme was meant to humiliate them - but it ended up encouraging people for more shipping activities! The internet is now full of fanarts and fanfictions about Sherlock Holmes and the Lord of Crime who are kissing! This is a catastrophe!"

Ruskin's mouth flinched, but he didn't want to show that the story actually amused him. Mr. Milverton was too miserable for that. Before they posted the meme, he tried to tell his employer that this will end like that, but of course, Mr. Milverton was too excited to listen - and this bore the wrong fruit. Ruskin took his employer's hand to somehow try to comfort him, but Mr. Milverton continued.

"It is time to switch to plan B!" He clenched his fists angrily and stood up from the bed. Ruskin was afraid to ask what plan B will be, he didn't doubt that it was something Mr. Milverton-like crazy again. He just gave a resignated nod and followed his employer.

"As you wish, sir."

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[greypigman07]

Day 27: Favourite character with least favourite character

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My favs are Louis and William and I hate Milverton

So have William stood with Milverton as he burns in the background

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YUUMORITOBER, DAY 27 - PROPOSAL

Word count: ~2300

Milverton sends his secretary to a pub to get some information for him about one of his former agents who betrayed him. Ruskin comes back drunk - and with holding a cut-down finger and a ring.

THE RING ON THE CUT-DOWN FINGER

Charles Augustus Milverton glanced at his pocket watch. The clock's hand was about to hit ten and under normal conditions, he would have already been in the middle of having a bath. But now, he was still in his study room, sitting at his desk and waiting while only one question echoed in his mind.

Where is Ruskin?

Milverton sent out his secretary to get a certain information in one of the London pubs. One of the agents of Milverton's information network ended up betraying him and ever since, Milverton was looking for him to give the man the punishment he deserved. But the man - whose name was Mr. Brian - afraid that Milverton would give him over to his bodyguards to torture him to death, escaped from him and he was currently hiding somewhere. Milverton wanted to find him - that's why Ruskin was now out to collect some information.

However... he should have been back by now.

Milverton slowly stood up from the chair. He didn't try to deny that he was worried for Ruskin whom he grew fond of through the years. He became more and more concerned about where his secretary could be. He could only hope that he didn't get into some trouble. Maybe he should send his bodyguards, Harry and Gosling out to check on him. If Ruskin got hurt...

Milverton tried to chase away the ominous thought and headed to the study door to set his plan to action, but before he could step out, the door suddenly opened.

And in front of him, Ruskin was standing, but his appearance was anything but ordered. His disguise was shattered, it seems he already lost the wig he wore for the mission and he had a strange smile on his face.

"Ruskin. You are finally back." Milverton let out a relieved sigh and watched as his secretary walked in and closed the door. He could see that Ruskin's steps were shaky, he was almost falling over on the floor - and even without that, something was clearly off with his right-hand man. "Is everything alright?" Milverton asked and his worry came back while he took Ruskin's arm and gently led him to the sofa to make him sit down.

"Yes, sir... hic!" Ruskin answered with a hiccup and that was the moment when Milverton's nose got hit by the heavy scent of alcohol which made him realize what happened with his secretary.

He was simply drunk.

But Ruskin never got drunk before.

"The task is... d-done." Ruskin continued while the smile was still at the corner of his mouth. "I f-found Mr. Brian. I got him... hic... drunk... and killed him." He made his report and this made Milverton finally understand everything. Ruskin probably got Mr. Brian drunk by drinking with him, then he killed him for Milverton - but where the murder took place and if Ruskin got rid of his body, Milverton couldn't be sure about that. He decided that he would still send Harry and Gosling out to see the scene, but only after he made sure that Ruskin was well aside from showing the symptoms of the alcohol. Ruskin rarely drank alcohol - Milverton hoped that the current adventure would only end in some headache and nausea tomorrow and nothing more.

"And I got something for you, sir." Ruskin suddenly spoke again and he started to search in his pocket. His voice became braver and he didn't hiccup anymore. "Something I always wanted to ask from you." He stated and Milverton's curiosity grew as he watched what his secretary was doing. He finally took something out of his clothes and Milverton saw that it was a... cut down finger with an expensive ring on it. He could recognize the ring, it used to belong to Mr. Brian. From the cut down finger, he speculated that Ruskin ended up dealing with the corpse after all - but why did he bring a finger back? Milverton would have believed him even without it. "I am not afraid to tell this to you anymore." Ruskin noted while his trembling hands finally managed to slide the ring down from the dead finger. And what happened in the next moment was something Milverton could have never predicted. Ruskin fell to his knees in front of him and raised the ring towards him. "I love you with all my heart, sir. Would you... marry me?"

Milverton blinked. Then he blinked again and just stared at Ruskin's burning red face, his shining brown eyes which were not only bright from the alcohol. Of course, Milverton was aware - or at least, heavily speculated - that his secretary had feelings towards him aside from the devotion and he was actually not bothered by it. He also treasured Ruskin more than he should have - and if their relationship already surpassed the one what was supposed to be between a boss and an employee, it was not an obstacle for his evil plans, rather, fuelled them even more. While he took every chance to ruin his victims, Milverton was personally not disgusted by same-sex relationships and he sometimes wondered if he should make Ruskin his lover. It was something he was sure the other man wouldn't be against either - but what Ruskin just asked never crossed his mind. Marriage? He always found the thought of marriage ridiculous, it was just a facade people pulled in society to purposefully make others envy the perfect life they were able to build - when it was nothing, but empty lies. As the King of Blackmail, it was Milverton's favourite hobby to show the truth behind these lies and humiliate people through it. And Ruskin knew this well - so why was he talking about marriage? He should have known that it was not only ridiculous, but also impossible in the Victorian society for them to get married. Was he so drunk that he completely forgot about it?

"I promise that I will make you happy, Mr. Milverton." Ruskin said and as Milverton looked down at him again, he could see the hope and the love mixed in his secretary's expression which made him sure that no matter how drunk Ruskin was, his question was truly genuine... and he was still handing that ring over to him. What should he say now? Milverton was confused - he didn't want to hurt his secretary by saying him no, but what he asked was truly too much. Maybe... it was better to not give him a straightforward answer now. Tomorrow, when Ruskin is not drunk anymore, they can talk this out - and Milverton could come up with something to compensate his secretary.

He took the ring away and gently brushed the other man's hot face.

"You had a long night, Ruskin and you have done a great job." Milverton told him quietly. "You should rest now. Tomorrow, we will discuss this matter."

Ruskin's smile widened.

"The wedding?" He asked, but he let Milverton carefully draw him from the floor back to the sofa and make him lie down there. "You will be really beautiful, sir. But you already are..." He whispered and his eyes slowly closed.

The loud snoring let Milverton know that his secretary just fell asleep. He got him a blanket and sat down next to him, covering Ruskin's cheek with one of his hands. The ring was still in his other palm. Milverton stared at it and shook his head with a smirk.

He knew that his answer would be no, but still... he would probably say something different if he was not born as who he was.

*****

Ruskin woke up to the sensation of a strong headache. He opened his eyes, but the sunlight that came through the window just made his pain grow. He closed his eyes again and he tried to gather himself for the second attempt, but he didn't have enough time for it. He heard the sound of footsteps - then he felt a tender touch on his forehead which forced his eyes to open again.

Mr. Milverton was sitting on his side of the sofa and it was his hand that started caressing his face.

Mr. Milverton...

"Good morning, Ruskin. How do you feel?" His employer asked and slightly swept his hair away. Ruskin let out a moan. Mr. Milverton's touch was comforting, but it also increased his guilt regarding his state. He should have paid more attention and shouldn't get drunk.

"I am sorry, sir." He murmured and tried to sit up, but the other man kept him down. "I should have..."

"I am not angry at you, Ruskin." Mr. Milverton cut into his speech. "You were able to dispose of Mr. Brian and I am grateful for it. I only ask you that next time, be more careful... and don't drink more than it is necessary."

Mr. Brian? The yesterday night’s happenings slowly came back to Ruskin's mind. Yes, Mr. Milverton sent him to get information on his traitorous former agent that could help him to finally capture him - but Ruskin grabbed the chance and ended up killing him by getting the other man drunk. But unfortunately, he also got drunk in the process and he must have acted very shamefully ever since, causing problems to Mr. Milverton. He swallowed and he felt that his mouth was bitter from the alcohol while the guilt was burning his cheeks.

"Understood, sir. Next time, it will not happen." He swore and watched as his employer stood up and walked back to the desk.

"There was also another matter I wanted to talk to you about." He noted and took up something from the table. "About this." He returned and raised the object before Ruskin's eyes.

A ring.

"Do you remember what you asked from me last night?" Mr. Milverton's voice was quiet and intimate, but Ruskin still felt that he would rather fade away into the nothingness than to answer this question. For the sight of the ring, his lagging memories cleared up immediately and the shame ran over him with a new force. Oh, how could he do that?

How could he propose to Mr. Milverton?

After he killed Mr. Brian and tried to dismember the body, the ring on the dead man's finger gave him a sudden idea and he was too drunk to realize that it was crazy. He couldn't recall too much about what happened after that... but he must have come home and after he made his report to his employer, he also asked him to marry him. What was Mr. Milverton thinking about him now? Ruskin wanted to peek up to check his reaction, but he was too scared of what he might see.

"Yes, I remember." He answered and turned his head away. "I apologize for acting inappropriately, sir. If my...if I made you feel uncomfortable, please, fire me."

He held his breath back while he waited for his employer's reply. Then he felt the touch on his face again as Mr. Milverton turned his head towards himself, making him maintain eye contact.

"It is fine. I want to know if your wish was genuine." Ruskin felt that the golden gaze pierced into his eyes, forcing him to answer. But Ruskin didn't want to deny the truth anyway.

He loved Mr. Milverton from all his heart and he will never stop loving him.

"Yes, sir. I... indeed love you." He said miserably. His tone made Mr. Milverton chuckle; the man put down the ring and covered Ruskin's cheek with his palm.

"I cannot give what you dream about, but I can offer you something else." He noted and there was a smile at the corner of his mouth. "Marriage is not for people like us, but I am not against making our evil bond stronger. I let you love me - would you like to do it in the bed as well?" He asked provocatively and first, Ruskin couldn't even believe what he heard.

Instead of firing him for his inappropriate behaviour.... Mr. Milverton wants to make him his lover?

"What...?" The disbelief slipped out of his mouth and seeing his expression made Mr. Milverton laugh.

"Kissing. Sex. Holding me while I asleep. I hope that it fits your liking." He clarified and even mentioning the words were able to turn Ruskin even redder than what he already was. "Of course, only after you fully slept your drunkenness out. We should leave this day for your recovery, you might get nauseous later on. I will order Harry to get you some medicine." Mr. Milverton continued and his voice became serious again. "You told me that you want to make me happy - but I think we both deserve to engage in pleasures other than ruining innocents." He stated and put his finger onto Ruskin's lips. "Now, fall back to sleep. It will ease your headache." He ordered him gently while the joy flooded Ruskin's body. He could now see that Mr. Milverton was not joking. He also wanted something more with him... even if it was not marriage.

"I want to make you happy for the rest of my life." He promised with love and his eyes closed again. The ecstasy he felt tired him up, but he was not afraid to rest. He knew that when he woke up, Mr. Milverton would still be there - and tomorrow, Ruskin would love him. From tomorrow to forever.

"I know, Ruskin." He heard his employer's quiet answer and felt a pair of lips touching his forehead, their first sweet, little kiss before he fell back to sleep.

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[greypigman07]

Day 26: Blood

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I don't know what happened.

I was just say reading on the sofa whole Sherlock was making us coffee, but then I looked at my hands and I swear I saw red.

I got up and went to go wash them. I didn't want to scrub too hard, as I've done this before and Sherlock got upset, but as I gently rubbed each of them under the water, the red seemed to stay.

It was as though my hands were coated in this pail red, stained forever. I didn't want to scrub harder, but I subconsciously began to.

"Liam, you've been in here a while are you al-" Sherlock cam in and looled at my face, then my hands. "...are... you okay?" He asked, his tone gentle.

"...just... washing my hands." I answered.

He looked slightly worried. "...why? You washed them not long before you started reading."

I looked at my hands in the sink. They were clean again. "I don't... know..."

Sherlock's face softened now. He gently took my hands out of the sink and turned the tap off. He then began to dry them with the towel.

"If you scrub yo hard you'll hurt your skin." He said.

"...it wouldn't come off." I said.

He held my hands up. "I see a pair of totally clean hands."

"But they-" I looked at them. Clean. No blood, nothing was on them. There were only a few red patches from friction after I scrubbed too hard.

"It's okay." Sherlock held my hands close to his chest. I looked at him. "I quite like your hands. Stained or not."

I flustered a little and looked to the side.

He smiled. "Come on. Let's go take your mind of this."​