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It has been four months since Sherlock Holmes and William James Moriarty moved to Switzerland. It hadn't taken them too long to get used to their new life and new surroundings. Truth is, William absolutely loved Switzerland. Their house location was very much to both of their likings, especially William.

Once they got out of the plane, they immediately go to their hotel to put away their luggage before getting into their Uber to car dealership. While getting off their plane and William offered to go retrieve their luggages, Sherlock received a call from Mycroft, and this is how it went.

"Hey Mycky, I just landed. Why are you calling me?" Sherlock asked over the phone. "Hey Sherly, hope the flight went well" Sherlock scoffed as he remembered the awful baby who kept crying on the plane. "Some stupid baby kept crying and I couldn't even rest! Fortunately, William offered to calm the baby down and he was a natural at it." 

Mycroft chuckled as he continued. "Well, that is good. However, I am calling to tell you something tiny I forgot to tell you in London..." Sherlock arched his eyebrow as he asked. "Tiny?" "I may or may not have bought a car for you" Sherlock widened his eyes. "What?!" He yelled, making the other people at the airport glaring at him.

"Listen.. Listen. Wouldn't it be more convenient to drive your own car than to take Uber every time? I don't want you to rent a car and besides, I already paid in full for the car. You cannot refuse. I will send over the details later but you should go and claim it. It's a black G-Wagon. I consult with Albert. William will love it too" 

"Well brother, thank you very much. That is very kind of you, I'm sure William would love it too" 

"Well I mean you will both spend... quite a lot on your house" Sherlock laughed. "I mean it is a Victorian style house on a nature site far from the busy city, it is pretty amazing" 

"I'm sure, well. I won't take any more of your time now, call me when you got to the house alright?"

William was so quite shocked upon hearing this new information, they were grateful. It took them an hour to go through the paperwork and confirmed it was really their car but once they did, they drove straight to the house and started their touring on time and the house was gorgeous  and so they ended up paying in full.

During the last 3 months they have been going furniture shopping to make the place fell more like home but to both of them, a house is just a box but with each other in it, the box became 'home'—

"Love?" William voiced brought Sherlock out of his trance. Sherlock, whose head was lying on William's laps comfortably, blinked as he looked at William making the blonde smiled.

"Why were you so deep in thought?" William asked as he closed his book and brought a hand to play with the detective's hair. The detective melted into the touch as he sighed, contented. "Just thinking about London" William nodded as he gently massaged Sherlock's scalp.

"Do you miss London?" Sherlock shrugged as he grabbed William's hand which was messaging his scalp and kissed it gently. "Not really, I'm living my best life right now and it has only been a few months" 

William giggled as he nodded before he retrieved his hand back from the detective's grip and play with his hair again. 

"I'm living the life Sherlock Holmes from the 19th century wants right now, both of us surviving the Thames River and probably got rescued by an American" 

William paused as he slightly smiled before he resumed combing the long raven hair with his fingers. "We would probably be living in America then, under a different names and probably work with whoever saved us" Sherlock hummed as he closed his eyes.

"Now I am wondering, would it be different had we survived the fall?" William looked at Sherlock and then he started thinking.

"I assumed other than us getting closer, nothing will change much. We would one day get to reunite with our family in London and shocked them" Sherlock opened his eyes as he nodded and then he sat up, making William scooted closer to Sherlock and rest his head on the detective's shoulder. 

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" William looked at Sherlock before he smiled mischievously. "Oh my, Mr Holmes, are you suggesting we should.. uhmm what is that my student always tell me—right. Are you suggesting we should 'Netflix and Chill?'" William winked as Sherlock rolled his eyes.

He turned to look at William and smirked. "Are you suggesting us doing it right now?" William smiled as he looked at Sherlock innocently. "I don't know what you are talking about, detective"

Sherlock laughed as he pulled William into a quick kiss. "Maybe later tonight, let just watch a movie" William suggested. Sherlock nodded as he placed a kiss on William's cheek. 

"Whatever you want, my dove, so what movie do you want to watch?" "Absolutely NOT horror, the last time I watched horror with Louis and Albert, I couldn't sleep at all" William immediately responded, making Sherlock laughed as he nodded.

"Alright, so no horror... no horror" William arched an eyebrow at the detective who was trying to hold his laugh. "Keep acting like this and we won't be 'Chilling' after 'Netflixing'" William got up from the couch as Sherlock protested.

"Keep finding a movie for us, Sherly. I will go prepare the snack" "But you are the snack" William stopped to glare at Sherlock. "Shut up" He responded before disappearing into the kitchen.

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The pair are now tangled together on a couch, a sheet covering them watching the movie. Holmes was resting his left arm on the arm of the sofa, his back supported by a soft pillow when a certain blonde crawl to him, his head is comfortably resting on top of the detective's chest, his arms securely around the older's torso. 

The detective sighed and smiled, he moved his left to wrapped around the professor securely, his other hand caress his blonde locks and gently kissing him on his hair. The blonde hummed in delight as he gave a peck to the detective's neck.

"Well hello, sweetheart" Sherlock spoke softly. William looked at Sherlock and smiled then he quickly kissed Sherlock and lay his head back on Sherlock's chest, redirecting his attention to the movie. 

"What movie is this, Sherly?" William asked, "Oh it's just a random mystery movie I found. I actually forgot the name" William nodded as he stared at the TV screen, trying to get immersed into the world of the movie.

....

It has been a 2 hours and the movie has ended. The light provided by the sun that made the outside world warm and light has been slightly dimmer, the sun is slowly disappearing. Sherlock and William decided to start cooking dinner. It has been a routine for them to cook together every dinner whenever the both of them are home from work. Tonight, something feels a bit different though. 

Sounds of chattering echoed through the kitchen, followed by laughters. William had an apron on, protecting his precious clothes from getting dirty, meanwhile Sherlock... is just being Sherlock and refused to put on an apron.  Today Sherlock is the chef with William as his sous chef. Sherlock is cooking a French onion soup using a his family recipe.

"Well, this is quite lovely. You cooking for once" William said while chopping up the onions while Sherlock is preparing other things.

"Well, my dear, I do cook, we always cook together" Sherlock replied. "Yes we do buy the majority of the time it is I who was in command and ended up finishing all of the cooking instead" 

"And the food you made always ended up lovely" William smiled as he moved on to chopping other things while Sherlock tossed the onions into the pot with butter, salt, pepper and chives and  sautéed it for 10 minutes.

"Well babe, it was a team effort nevertheless" William replied, moving the vegetables next to Sherlock and he decided to cut up the baguettes and plated them while Sherlock perfected the soup. After it was finished, Sherlock poured the soup into two bowls and bring it to the dining table that William had already set up. 

"Would you fancy some wine, Sherly?" "My my, fancy, aren't we? But of course, Liam" William rolled his eyes as he retrieved a fine wine, gifted from Albert, and two wine glasses and set it on the table. 

The two sat down and William took a photo of today's dinner and sent it to the moriarty's brothers group chat, a habit he had picked up ever since he moved to Switzerland.

'Today's special is French onion soup, made by Sherlock using his family recipe!' He typed as he attached an image of the dinner with it and sent, then he set his phone down.

"The food looks lovely, Sherly" William smiled as Sherlock finished pouring the wine and smiled at William from across the table.

"I'm glad you think so, my dove" Sherlock reached for William's hand and kissed it gently. "Now let's eat!"

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It was now 10 pm in Switzerland, Sherlock and William had cleaned up the dishes and retrieved to their bedroom. Sherlock had already showered and now he is sitting topless on his bed against the headboard. The sound of running water from the bathroom could be heard, indicating a certain blonde presence in there. Sherlock had turned on the movie "Thanksgiving" to watch but in all honesty, he's not paying attention to it at all. In fact, he has been on his phone discussing a work related topic on his break day ever since he showered.

Soon enough, the sound of running water could no longer be heard and a certain blonde emerged from the bathroom dressed up in an expensive silk nightwear, a towel around his neck. "Darling, are you still working?" William asked slightly shocked when he saw his boyfriend still on the phone, his face stiffened. 

Sherlock sighed as he nodded. "Bloody hell, these folks are being very persistent about 'needing' me to help solve this mystery when this is a very easy case. I have been asking them to pass it over to DC Morgan but, and I quote, 'we need our DCI to be here!' Literally this is so bloody ridiculous, I'm not the only Detective chief inspector there. It's like they're disregarding the other DCIs ever since I come here just because of my reputation!" He ranted as he aggressively tapped on his phone.

William looked at Sherlock blankly before he walked over towards the bed. The sound of the movie "Thanksgiving" could still be heard throughout the whole rants.

William then got on the bed and crawled onto Sherlock's lap, his legs on both side of the detective's thigh. Sherlock parted his mouth in shock as he looked at William, his phone still in hand. 

William smiled as he slowly took the phone into his hands and started tapping, "darling, I think I know what you need" he turned off the phone and put it on the nightstand. 

He then traced his fingers from Sherlock's chin until his chest, "You need to refocus your attention from your work to something else..." William stated as he used both of his to cup Sherlock's face and leaned in, he whispered. "Focus on me" 

Moriarty closed the distance between the two of them, taking advantages of the parted lips from earlier, he slipped his tongue in, exploring his favourite detective.  

Sherlock groaned as he let William lead the kiss. William pulled away, to see the flustered expression from the man beneath him, though he was certain that he was no better. Sherlock dropped his head and let out a low chuckle.

William felt his heart stopped a bit upon hearing the low rumble the detective let out. "You are a distraction I would pay attention to every time" The professor smirked mischievously as he leaned down and kissed the detective's nose. "And what type of attention will you pay to this distraction? Hmm?" Sherlock cursed under his breath as he closed the distance between them.

His hands on the blonde's hips, and the blonde's hands around the ravennete's neck. Sherlock was devouring the blonde. He sucked and licked the soft, plump lips belong to Moriarty. Holmes had turned into a starving beast. William moaned as he tried his best to matched the pace from Sherlock. 

Eventually they both had to pull apart from the lack of oxygen, both of them were panting though there were no sign that it would end like that.

"Darling, are you up for some dessert?" William asked, some other meanings hidden behind his proposal. Sherlock arched his eyebrows in understanding. He slipped his hands under the night shirt of the blonde and felt his bare back and then he spoke in his deep voice.

"What is on the menu tonight, my dear?" 

William smiled as he looked at Sherlock, a bright glow in his eyes and a taunting smile on his face, he whispered; 

"Me"

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Mouth to mouth, tongues battling against one another for dominance, the sounds of the couple intense kissing session could be heard while 'Thanksgiving' still play on the background. With his legs still on both side of the detective's thigh, William stood on his knees, his hands on the detective necks, making the detective tilted his head up to kiss William.

Sherlock snaked his hands around William hour glass waist and slipped under his nightshirt, feeling all over his bare back. The cold metal from the detective's ring sent shivers to William's spine, making him moan into the detective's mouth.

The detective's member twitched in interest upon hearing the beautiful melody from the blonde. He pulled away from William and smiled. "You still taste like the wine we had earlier, but you are much more sweeter, and addictive.." Sherlock whispered in a low voice as he moved his hand to pinch the blonde's nipple, making him arch his back and melt under the detective's rough touches. William whimpered as he felt his twin buds being played.

"If I could, I would have you for dessert everyday, every second, every minute, every hour. That's how addictive you are, you are better than any drugs or any substances" Sherlock unbuttoned William's silk nightshirt, with one hand he wrapped it around the blonde's back thighs, the other one one gripped William's neck as he started sucking down, creating pink and blue marks making the blonde groan and scratched the detective's shoulders.

"Gosh, you taste so sweet" Sherlock muttered against William's neck as he gives the spot he has been sucking on a soothing kiss. "W-Well then if you say—a-ah!—you can't have me e-every night or else you will—hngggh—die from too much sugar intake—" William moaned loudly as he felt the detective's hot skillful tongue flickered his nipple, making him arch his back even more and made him see star.

The detective smirked against William's chest as he bite on the left nipple while he played with the other one, pleasuring William to the limits. 

"S-Sherlhhha..ahah—ah!—stop teasing me..mm!" William bit down another loud moan from exiting his mouth when he felt the detective's slipped his hand through his night pants and kneaded his ass before he slid William's pants with one hand and he used his other hand to slipped the unbuttoned shirt down his shoulders.

"Bloody hell..." Sherlock breathed out as he carefully maneuvered William around and laid him on the bed, Sherlock now towering over William. 

William stared at Sherlock with tears in his eyes, red flustered cheeks and sore lips, Sherlock breathing deeply as he leaned over and started kissing William on his stomach. He then lifted William's leg and hooked it over his shoulders.

"Oh gosh..!" William whimpered as he brought a hand up to his mouth to suppress a moan when Sherlock bite his inner thigh.   

Sherlock kissed his thigh as he began making new bruises on the unmarked flesh, making William breathe heavily.

"S-Sherr-OhHhH..Sherly—pleaseaah!" William pleaded which made Sherlock glanced up at William.

"Oh?" Sherlock taunted. "Please what, darling?" William turned red as he threw a pillow at Sherlock, earning a laugh from the detective. "You know what I mean..." William mumbled as he diverted his gaze away from the sapphire orbs.

Sherlock settled William's leg back down as he chuckled. "It doesn't work like that, my dear. Whatever you want, you have to say it" William frowned at Sherlock, and then he smirked. He sat up straight, making Sherlock confused then suddenly he was thrown onto the bed with William towering over him.

"Oh darling, I hope you don't forget that I can also play the same game as you.." William taunted as he sat in between Sherlock's legs.

"I could give you what you want.." William place his hand over Sherlock's erection making him moan. William smirked as he took his hand away, fidgeting with the waistband of Sherlock's trousers. He then sat on Sherlock's lap, straddling him. 

"I can let you sent me seeing stars, make me at your mercy, your personal living toy. I could do amazing things to you, I could send you to heaven" William smirked as he purposely repositioned himself so his hole can be aligned with Sherlock's erection. William moaned and Sherlock's breath hitched.

"Or... I could leave you here with your problem.. unattended and to solve yourself" William got off Sherlock's lap and got out of bed, walking away. "Though, I could be persuaded.." William seductively look at the detective as Sherlock narrowed his eyes as he sighed.

"Oh fuck.." Sherlock got out of bed as he walked towards William. "Darling, what shall I do?" William smirked as he whispered.

"Beg for it"

Sherlock widened his eyes as William looked at him with his piercing gaze. "What have living with me done to you.." Sherlock chuckled quietly while shaking his head but then he looked at William.

"Alright.." He started as he held William's hand and kiss it gently. "My dearest, it has appeared that I have gotten quite over myself and I sincerely apologize. Please let's make love under the bright moon shining upon us, my dear" 

William looked at Sherlock bewildered. He did not actually expect Sherlock to do that. William blushed as he pulled his hand away from Sherlock, he did not expect such tenderness from the detective while being in such heated situation, it made him flustered. 

"My dear, where are you going?" Sherlock asked upon seeing William walking away, the blonde turned around and looked at Sherlock. "Catch me if you can, Mr Holmes" Sherlock widened his eyes as he smirked. 

The matter of catching him is quite easy, after all there room is not that big. "You chose this upon yourself, darling" William ran upon seeing Sherlock chasing after him.

Both of them laughed as pillows were being thrown at each other but as expected, Sherlock caught William. "I caught you, my lord" William rolled his eyes as he kissed Sherlock. "So what are you going to do?" 

"It's your call, my dove" William looked at Sherlock as he caressed his cheek and smiled at him sweetly. "Finish what we started, darling. After all, it's your dessert" William winked. Sherlock smiled as he picked William up and brought him back to the bed. 

For the first time since they've started whatever they're doing, Sherlock took off his trousers, alongside with his boxers and William did the same. He then retrieved lubricants from his drawers but was stopped by a certain blonde. 

"I-I already took care of that.." William confessed, his face reddened. Sherlock chuckled as he leaned down and kissed William. "Look at you, all prepped up. You deducted this already, you little whore" William whimpered as he absorbed Sherlock's word. Is it just him or does Sherlock get even more attractive when he talks dirty?

Sherlock threw William's legs over his shoulder as he aligned himself with the entrance. Slowly, Sherlock buried his hardened dick inside William's hole. William moaned as he felt himself getting fuller and fuller. 

"Gosh—you're so tight-" Sherlock grunted as he bottomed out. "S-Sherly..!" William moaned as he adjusted until he could get used to it, after all it is only his second time with Sherlock. 

"Y-You can move" With the confirmation, Sherlock began moving at a slow pace at first and then he picked up the speed. "She—Sherlyhahh—I can tell you..ahhhagnh—you're holding back.. don't hold back" Sherlock paused as he looked at William. "Are you sure?" William nodded as he shared a weak smile. 

Sherlock then started moving again but this time it had gotten harder and faster, until William could do nothing other than moan and drowned in the world of pleasure. "You're so tight.. so perfect for me" Sherlock moaned as William smirked. "I told you this 'little whore'  c-can make you feel good—oh god—aHh!" William moaned loudly as he arched his back when Sherlock hit his prostate. 

Sherlock smirked as he continued to hit the same place with force over and over, making William sees star.

"JESSICA! I'M SORRY BUT THIS YEAR THERE WILL BE NO LEFTOVER!" 

The sound of the movie could be heard. Sherlock quickly glance at the TV and glanced back at William, suddenly his phone rang. He looked at his phone and he saw that his office was calling. Sherlock smirked as he had an idea. William looked at the phone and he saw that his office was calling, he knew that every call from the police are important so he reached over for Sherlock's phone and handed it for Sherlock. 

"Y-You should take this" William said in a raspy voice. With his throbbing dick still inside of William, he took the phone from William and accept the phone call, making William gasped. 

Sherlock muted the caller as he put a hand over William's mouth. "Don't make a sound, this is an important call". Sherlock then started thrusting in and out of William while on the phone call, hitting William's prostate every time.

"Yes yes, I understand" Sherlock responded to the caller. William placed both of his hands over his mouth and clamped his lips together tightly to prevent making a sound, tears started forming around each corner of William's eyes. He was high on pleasure. Sherlock has been pleasuring William while answering the phone calls.

"mmhm oh god ahH —!" A moan escaped William mouth. Sherlock looked at William, and smirked.

"Oh my gosh, DCI Holmes are you having a sexual intercourse right now?!" A voice from the other side of the phone could be heard. "I'm traumatized."

"I mean, Billy, I did tell you that I am very busy" William suppressed another moan as he tug on Sherlock's hand. "One second, Billy"  Sherlock mute the call and look at William. "Yes, my dove?" "I-I'm close.." Sherlock smiled as he leaned over to press a kiss on William's lips. 

"Alright my dear, let me take care of you" Sherlock tossed his phone on the bed, still on mute and forgetting to end the call. 

Sherlock paid his full attention back on the blonde as he stroke William's member. Sherlock pulled William's hands away from his mouth as he brought them up to his mouth to kiss it. "I want to hear you, my love" 

William moaned as he felt himself reaching his limits, and Sherlock was too. "I-Inside please..!" A few more thrust sent William off, he came all over his stomach, while Sherlock came into William. He pulled out as he collapsed next to William. 

Both of them were panting heavily and by the time they finished, "Thanksgiving" was also coming to an end. William rolled into Sherlock's arm as he wrapped his arms around the detective. Sherlock wrapped his arms around William and kissed his hair.

"You did so well my dear" William nodded weakly as he looked at Sherlock and smile. "I love you" Sherlock soften his gaze as he kissed William. 

"And I love you" Sherlock replied. "Come on, let's clean up" William whined as he instantly buried his head in Sherlock's chest. Sherlock chuckled as he got up, expecting William to follow but instead he pulled the sheets over him and pretended to be asleep. 

Sherlock smiled as he picked William up and headed for the bathroom.

"Umm.. Holmes? Oh gosh, I interrupted them"

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"William why does your hair look like that?" 

Louis' voice could be heard from the computer screen. William looked at Louis through the computer screen, confused. "What do you mean?"

Albert chuckled as he responded. "It is very messy, William. You would rather die than have your hair this messy" 

"Huh? It's not..." William trailed off upon seeing his hair through the video call camera. "Never mind" Using his finger, William soothe his hair so it would look a little more decent. Louis raised an eyebrow as Albert covered his mouth, he seemed to know something.

"William what did you do?" William blinked. "Oh I just—" ”come to think of it, you woke up very late today. It's 9 AM when we called you and you were still in your bedroom and you told us to give you 20 minutes" Louis asked skeptically.

"Let him off Louis, teaching is really tiring so of course he wants to get enough rest on Sunday" Albert giggled, making Louis not believing him at all. William jokingly glared at Albert as he has a smile on his face.  

"So what are you guys up to?" William asked, putting on his glasses as he took a stack of mathematics paper to grade. To be exact on William's state, his hair is a little more.. dishevel than usual. He is wearing Sherlock's button up and a pair of shorts as they were the only clothings he could find, he didn't want his brothers to wait any more longer. He is in the kitchen with his laptop on the counter and sitting on a stool. 

"Nothing much, oh right. I'm graduating soon. Make sure to come!" Louis chirped excitedly. William smiled as he nodded. "I've already marked it on the calendar, I would never miss it" 

Suddenly, the detective emerged into the kitchen, his long hair now messier than before. Sherlock poured himself a glass of water as he down it in one sip.

"Well good morning, Sherly" William greeted Sherlock warmly. Sherlock smiled at William as he walked over to the blonde. "Good morning sweetheart, are you on a call with Lou and Al?" Sherlock leaned over as he saw the Moriarty brothers on the screen. "Hey you two" Sherlock greeted as Albert and Louis greeted him back.

"Oh dear, your hair is a mess. Sit down" William got up from the stool as he forced Sherlock to sit then he ran to retrieve comb to brush the detective's hair. 

William gently brush Sherlock's hair while the both of them talk to the other blonde and the brunette at the same time.

"Sherlock is also up late today. That's unusual" Albert teased as Sherlock playfully rolled his eyes. "Us detectives don't usually get breaks often so.. we need to take advantage of it" 

"The real mystery is why the fuck are both of you guys hair so messy?!" Louis asked, still wanting to know. "Well.. if you must know. William decided to make me some dessert at like 10 PM and I don't want to make him sad so I ate it. We ended up staying up for almost two hours more" Sherlock looked at William as he winked, making William blush.

Louis raised an eyebrow as he replied, "that doesn't make sense, how does making dessert have anything to do with your hair being so messy? It's like you guys had sex—oh" Louis turned white as William turned red but giggled. Albert on the other hand was also smiling like an idiot.

Louis scanned William's body and it confirmed his suspicions. He could see pink and purple marks on his collarbone and how both of their lips are too.. swollen. Louis shuddered as he glared at the both of them in horror.

"What the fuck Sherlock?! You hook up with my brother again!" Sherlock smirked as William kept giggling. "I didn't say I did, did I?" Sherlock look at William. "Don't make fun of Louis"

"Fine fine" Sherlock laughed as he got up, "you're going somewhere?" William asked as he turned to face Sherlock. "Sorry sweetheart, the office needed me to be there" Sherlock patted William's head and placed a kiss on top of them.

"Alright" William replied with a smile. "Make sure to eat first! I left the food on the stove" "I will after I showered!" Sherlock yelled from the bedroom.

Sherlock randomly crashing into the call is nothing strange to them, in fact, they both were looking forward to talking to Sherlock just as much as William, and Sherlock leaving for work on Sundays is nothing out of the ordinary too. 

William continued to talk to his brothers while grading his students papers. 

"Alright darling, I'm gonna go now" Sherlock said after washing his breakfast plate and drank a glass of water. He walked over to William as they both shared a brief kiss before bidding their goodbye.

"Seriously. Sometimes your character development scares me" Albert commented. William looked confused as he chuckled. "I wonder what that meant" 

"I mean... William. You refused to get in any relationship ever since you were the lord of crime and now here you are, in an establish relationship with Sherlock. I am really happy for you" Louis added. William smiled, "I didn't have time to focus on relationships back then and even now I don't want to be in want if it is not with..." 

"If it is not with Sherlock" Albert finished the sentence. William nodded as he stared at the roses in a vase sitting on the counter gifted by Sherlock to William last week on Sunday.

"He just.. he meant everything to me, you know?"William replied softly, a look of love and adoration in his eyes upon thinking about the detective. "Sherlock has always been there for me, through thick and thin. He understands me in a way that no one else does. I can't imagine my life without him by my side. Back then, when we were on the bridge.." 

Louis stiffened when the 'bridge' was mention, William knew how hard it was for Louis during that time.

"When we were on the bridge, he tried to persuade me back into living. He extended his hand, he didn't want me to use death as an escape route. I knew he was right, I knew death is no way to atone. So, I almost accept his hand until I saw the scarlet stained hand of mine, it was burning, eating me alive so in the end..."

William paused as he sighed. "In the end, I chose death as the answer and Sherlock refused to let my hand go, he still want me to cling onto living but I didn't, I cut his shoulder with my sword and he let my hand go out of shock but then.. he jumped. He jumped after me"

William smiled as he shook his head at the memory. "At that very moment, my black and white world filled with colours. It was beautiful. The fiery image in my mind replaced with a serene feeling of peacefulness. I felt like he affirmed my existence, you knew how that feels, Louis. To be affirmed and cared by someone you love deeply" Louis nodded.

"When he reached me, he embraced me tightly shielding my head from the impact of the water and he said, 'live on' and at that very moment, I wanted to live. I wanted to live for Sherlock, I want Sherlock to live but... I didn't. We didn't survive" 

William felt his eyes getting teary as he look at the both of them. "When I found him again, I was ecstatic, I was over the moon and at that time I swore to myself that I would never lose him ever again"  

Albert and Louis exchanged knowing glances, understanding the depth of the bond between William and Sherlock. They both knew that their relationship was something special, something worth cherishing and protecting. 

"And we are glad you found each other again," Albert said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

William smiled, "Sherlock has brought so much light into my life, and I cherish every moment we have together" then William chuckled. "Ah, Why are we getting deep all of a sudden?" Just like that, the atmosphere was lighten up again.

As he gazed at the roses on the counter, a symbol of Sherlock's love and devotion, William knew the love he has for the man who had saved him in more ways than one is priceless. He smiled warmly as he goes back to chatting with his brothers.

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William sat on his bed of their shared bedroom, his back supported by the a fluffy pillows. He has his reading glasses on, a book in his hand. It is already late into the night, midnight perhaps, William is not sure but one thing he is sure of is the fact that the detective is not home yet. He is out late. 

William had turned on his reading light to finish reading the book he has picked out but he found himself reading the same paragraph over and over again. William huffed as he reread the same paragraph again for what seems like the hundredth time. 

William sighed as he turned his head to the right to face the beautiful arch window, the moon on the other side. Tonight it is very beautiful. William wished Sherlock was here so he could see it together.

William turn his head back to the book and reread the same paragraph again and this time he finally dragged his eyes to the next one. For the first time tonight, he glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand.

1:25 AM. An hour 25 minutes past midnight. Where the hell is Sherlock?

William frowned as he suddenly heard the sound to the bedroom door opened. He quickly closed his book and place it on the night stand and lay back down to pretend to be asleep. 

Wait.

Since when did Sherlock enter the house? How could he not hear it?  

Though, he wasn't alarm. He knew it is Sherlock who had entered the room just by the sound of his footsteps and the remaining scent from a scientific experiment.

He was in the laboratory? Is that why he is so late today? 

Feeling that the detective is not coming to bed, he peaked an eye open and saw the detective heading towards the door and exited. Judging by the fact that he has his nightclothes in his hand, he is probably going to take a shower in the other bedroom.

William smiled at the consideration. Sherlock didn't want to wake William up, although he is pretty sure that Sherlock knew he is awake by the fact he accidentally left the reading light on. Also, that man spots every single thing that didn't want to be spot. 

A few moments later, Sherlock came back inside the room and closed the door carefully. Sherlock turned around as his gaze met with the eyes of his beloved boyfriend.

"I knew you were awake" Sherlock chuckled as he shook his head. Sherlock yawned as he walked over to his side of the bed which is the left side. He hates waking up with sun directly on his face, William loves it though. But if William hated it, he would switch places with his Liam in a heartbeat and he's sure William would do the same. 

William smiled as the bed shifted slightly by the weight of the detective when he sat down. "I couldn't sleep knowing that you're home late" Sherlock sighed as he moved William bangs aside and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Sorry, I had a busy day. I was at the laboratory all day! It is so exhausting!" Sherlock whined as William chuckled.

"Come here" William opened his arms as Sherlock immediately accepted by lying down and buried his head into the blonde chest. William wrapped his arms around the detective's head and pampered his head with kisses. 

Sherlock hummed in delight as he placed a kiss on William's chest over the silky nightshirt. "Ah.. You're so comforting" Sherlock nestle his nose in the crook of William's neck, inhaling his sweet scent. 

"Sherly, it is very late. You know you have work tomorrow. Go to sleep" William scolded. Sherlock groaned as he looked at William. "It's not fair, why do you get a day off on Monday" William smiled as he kissed the detective's forehead.

"I don't have classes on Monday, Sherly. Now stop being a big baby and go to sleep" Sherlock pout as he sighed. "I haven't seen you all day today and if I close my eyes, I won't be able to look at  you. I want to look at you, you're very pretty" Sherlock paused as he smirked. "And very sexy like how you look last night—"

William shoved Sherlock off him and scoffed. "You're unbelievable, stop thinking about me naked" William faked being annoyed but his smile never leave his face.  

"Well my darling, naked or not you're still the most handsome, gorgeous, magnificent person I've ever laid my eyes on" Sherlock winked as William smiled. 

"Seriously Sherly, go to sleep" Sherlock was about to open his mouth to protest until he saw how the professor's eyes darken. He is serious. Sherlock chuckled nervously as he reached to grab William and pulled him close. 

Sherlock smiled as he gives William a passionate kiss to which William gladly accepted.

"Happy fake-birthday, Liam" William looked at Sherlock confused before he laughed. April 1st. The real William James Moriarty's birthday. William give Sherlock another kiss and smiled. "Thank you, Sherly" Sherlock smiled as he laid his head on William's chest, hearing the rhythm of the blonde's heartbeat. 

William stroke Sherlock's head in a calming and relaxing manner until a few minutes later, the detective was asleep. William smiled as he reached out to turn off his reading light.

"Good night, Sherly"

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Monday has quickly come. Sherlock had left for work and William is finishing up cleaning up the house. He walked over to the counter to check off cleaning from his to-do list.

"Alright... next thing on the list is groceries shopping" William mumbled as he walked over to the fridge and open them to determine what he needed to buy.

I need to restock milk.. some fruit and oh—i should probably get some more eggs. Maybe I could buy some meat and make Sherly favourite food today...

William thought as he took out his phone and type everything he needed, not that he need to since his brilliant brain had already memorized it all but he did it just to be extra sure. 

He then open the pantry and made some more note to get more sugar, salt and some other stuff. 

William sighed as he closed the pantry door and walked over to the front door to retrieve his coat, the house and car key. After he put on his coat and shoes, he unlocked the door and exited without forgetting to lock it.

Sherlock and William had invested in another car for they think it would be much more convenient for them since Sherlock always has to leave work earlier in the morning and most of William's lectures doesn't start until 9 in the morning. 

To the both of them, it didn't take long for them to get used of Switzerland driving lane since they both had lived in America for a year. William got in his car as he started the engine and started heading to the grocery store.

As William got inside the store, he grabbed a trolley and rolled it inside. 

"Oh, Welcome back sir!" The worker that walked past him greeted in German. William smiled as he greeted back and proceeded to get everything on the lists. Suddenly, William froze. He glanced around his shoulder but he saw nothing. This is strange, he felt like someone was staring at him. 

William continued on with his shopping but he occasionally looked over his shoulder from time to time. As William was grabbing the flour, he started pondering. He does not know a lot of people In Switzerland other than his co-workers, some children and their parents, and people from the local store he made his daily visits to, he can't think of anyone who would stalk him. 

Would someone go so far as flying from London to Switzerland just to stalk him? 

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, someone bumped into him, snapping him back to reality.

"Ah! My apologies" the man who bumped into William apologized then walked away. William stared at the back of the man's head blankly before muttering a quiet "it's alright" and quickly continued his shopping. 

That man doesn't look nor sounds like a Swiss man.

As he finished gathering everything he needed, he rolled the trolley to the checkout area and started taking his goods out of the trolley, one by one to give to the cashier. 

"(Will that be all for today)?" The cashier asked in German. William nodded as he smiled. As the cashier started ringing the item one by one, the man from earlier appears behind William.

"Ah! It's that lovely Chap I've bumped into from earlier! Another fellow Brit, i assume?" William raise an eyebrow but return the smile to be polite. "Yes, I get that you're also from London?" The man snorted as he grinned. "'Was born there but I moved to Switzerland just a couple months ago" William raised another eyebrow at this confession, strange. It happened to be the time Sherlock and William also moved to Switzerland.

"I see, how are you liking it here so far?" William continued the conversation. "Ehh I'm not used to it if I'm being honest but I have to move it if I want my.... dream to succeed" the man smirked, though William knew that this is not a good one. 

"Say, what's your name mate?" William glanced at his watch before answering.

"I'm Moriarty" "Ah! That name sounds awfully familiar, I remembered studying about it in a history class.." William chuckled politely as he glanced at the cashier who is just half done ringing up his stuff.

Why does she have to be awfully slow today?! 

William just wants to escape from this man's personal bubble but today was just not his day. "Ah, where are my manners! I apologize, my name is Jaxon, Jaxon Evan"

"(Alright sir, your total will be ₣214.99, will you be paying cash or card?)" William snapped his head back to the cashier and took out his credit card. "(Card please)" William tapped his card as he watched the transaction go through. After the receipt was printed out, he was given his stuff and the receipt and he could finally go.

"(Alright, you can go now. Have a good day sir!)" William smiled as he turned to Jaxon. "I'm sorry Mr Evan but I have to go now, see you later" Jaxon smiled as he watch William go through the glass sliding door. With a smirk on his face, he mumbled;

"Yes... definitely see you later, James Moriarty"

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A study in JE, is what William calls it. JE stands for Jaxon Evan.

A week has passed and William has been on edge since the encounter with Jaxon Evan. William felt like he was being stalked and for some reason, everywhere he went, he happened to bumped into him. There is no doubt on William's mind that Jaxon Evan is stalking him but to what end? He doesn't know that and that frustrates him. 

Does he know William for the past? If that was the case, is he from high school or college? But then again, he has an excellent memory and would remember the man if he had known him so this possibility is out of the question. Perhaps another enemy from his parents?

Sherlock had noticed how anxious William had been and had asked about it but for the sake of not wanting to worry the detective, William lied and said it's a family matter, Sherlock knew he was lying though but he didn't say anything. He wanted William to tell it himself.

Although Sherlock is known for his deduction and observations skill, when William wants to hide something from him, it is impossible to unravel the professor.

And just like any Wednesday, Sherlock won't be home until midnight as he is needed at the science laboratory.

William had did some research on him but luck is not on his side as there were little to no information on that man.  He is not from a well known family, he is not any special person or celebrity so who in the world is he? What does he what from him?

Sighing in frustration, William threw his head back. He then turned his head back to the computer screen and adjusted his glasses. 

If it is not someone I know from this life.. perhaps..

William then quickly wrote every noblemen he had bestowed punishment upon them when he acted as the lord of crime. Although he was Britain's enemy, not all of them remembered what William James Moriarty looked like. 

Wait. 

This does not make any sense.

Is there someone out there who also reincarnated and remembered everything as well? 

The possibility of this happening is low. This is a one in a million chance for that to happen and mostly they only regained their past life memories when their current self are kids, but any percentage still count, no matter how little.

After William and written down every possible threats that could be targeting him, he started narrowing them down. Jaxon Evans is a 6ft tall man with platinum blonde hair, icy blue eyes, a decent build and a fair skin. 

Now who fit this description?

William thought back to all of the noblemen he had eliminated and most of them either had dark hair or brown hair and their build are bigger than  the description of Jaxon Evan. However, one person in particular fits the description perfectly. 

From the start of the Moriarty plan, the very first actor in the play they had directed and it happened to be the plan that brought Sherlock to William. Count Blitz Ender, the nobleman who was drove to murder and was killed.

Oh.

Oh.

William gasped as he dropped his pen. 

Everything finally makes sense.

No.. this can't be happening! 

With his shaky hand, William reached for his phone and dial the detective's phone number. 

Please.. please pick up Sherly!

It rang, once, twice, thrice but then the call was declined. William gasped lightly as he called again and it rang, once, twice before the called was picked up.

William breathed out in relief as he cradle the phone to his ear, with a voice that was once smooth and sweet like honey, it was filled with worries.

"S-Sherly? Thank god you're okay!" 

But it wasn't Sherlock who answered the phone. 

It was Jaxon Evan.

"Hello, Moriarty" William widened his eyes, he was too late.

"Where is Sherlock?" William asked, anger growing in his voice. Jaxon chuckled, completely ignoring William's question.

"Count Ender, where is Mr Holmes!" William scowled as he slammed his desk, the sound echoing through the call.

"Ah.. you caught on, count Moriarty, I didn't expect any less from the genius criminal mastermind or should I say.. the lord of crime?" 

Hearing no response from the professor, he continued. "Listen... your detective was so hard to capture but thanks to the drug in his coffee, he eventually couldn't even move a muscle! He could hear everything as we speak, but he is too weak to talk or move—"

"Enough." William's eyes darkened. He was clenching his fist so hard, his nail digging in his skin making his palm bleed.

"Sherlock did nothing to you, it was me who killed you. What do you want?" He spoke firmly.

"Oh I know he did nothing, he wasn't the one who orchestrated my death, it was you... listen. I don't like talking about this on the phone. I have sent you an address through your precious detective's phone, come and talk to me however I understand if you don't want to come... but Mr Holmes will..." 

Jaxon left his sentence unfinished as he chuckled. "Be there in 30 minutes sharp, see you soon, count Moriarty" The call disconnected as William placed his phone on the table. He has to come up with a plan first, he shouldn't act on his emotions and go unprepared but the thought of his detective in danger makes him lose every little self control he has, he cannot format a plan as he kept worrying about the detective.

William sighed frustratingly as knocked over his cup, it shattered. William stood up from his chair, heading towards the exit with his car key in his hand. Although he doesn't have any plan, he doesn't want to wait any longer.

I will never forgive you, Blitz Ender.

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Jason Evan was Count Blitz Ender reincarnated. He has returned and most importantly, he is here for revenge.

He wants to make William James Moriarty's life miserable. He so badly want to ruin his life. Ever since he has found out about William in this life, he was determined to make his plan succeed. Therefore, for three years, he had been stalking William. 

His first initial plan was to kidnap either Louis or Albert as these two are their siblings but then suddenly, a certain detective showed up in his life and his plan completely altered. 

He knew the feeling of losing a relative is bad but it is not as bad as losing a lover.

First, he had tried taking an easy revenge plan by simply banishing both of them from each other. He had met with Fiona Ashford and gave her the idea on how to get Sherlock and get engaged but of course, it failed. So, he had resorted to his second plan which was to kidnap Sherlock, get William to the designated location and... torture Sherlock in front of William, making him watch his lover slowly get his life taken away slowly and painfully.

Kidnapping Sherlock was fairly hard, just like what he had told William. Sherlock just had to be so on guard glancing his shoulder every here and then. When Sherlock was getting his daily midnight coffee in a cafe, he somehow sneaked into the back, pretended to be a manager and spiked his drink. Since it was night time, no body really bothered to check as they just want to go home. He then makes sure to sneak out of the back and pretended to be a costumer nearby.

As a barista who had no idea the drink he was holding was spiked, he handed it to Sherlock and Sherlock immediately grew suspicious.

Jaxon.. or Ender clenched his molar as he watched Sherlock suspicious eyed the drink and called the barista over, after exchanging a few word, he saw Sherlock shrugged and took a sip. 

Jaxon smirked as he saw how Sherlock's body language slowly showing a sign of headaches then suddenly he dropped to the floor.

Jaxon immediately put on his act as Sherlock's friend and pretended to be worried.

"Oh my goodness! Sherlock is that you—Bloody hell! What happened to you?! Let me help you to the hospital!" 

Jaxon helped Sherlock up as he dragged him back to his car and threw him in the backseat. 

Jaxon got in the driver seat and turned on child's lock.

As he settled into the driver's seat he started to chuckled then burst into laughter. 

"Look at how the great detective looked right now in my backseat, drugged, completely defenseless! Man, I wonder what I could make your precious math prodigy do—or wait. Or rather, the lord of crime?" 

Jaxon watched as Sherlock widened his eyes then muttered out a weak "Ender" angrily. He sighed as smirked, "you caught on too late—"

Suddenly, the detective's phone started ringing again, Jaxon glanced at the phone and immediately snatch it away from Sherlock, answering the call.

"S-Sherly? Thank god you're okay!" 

Jaxon muted the call as he looked at Sherlock, "Look at how worried he sound right now, I bet he already knew what is going on" he chuckled as he unmuted the call and responded to the person on the other line.

"Hello, Moriarty"

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William cursed as he slammed the gas pedal fast, exceeding the speed limit but he couldn't care less. He just wanted to reach his detective as fast as possible. 

20 minutes past, he reached the designation. William shut off the car as he reached for the gun in the glove box. Luckily, Sherlock's car has to get some maintenance done so he had taken William's car to work and seemingly forgot to take his duty gun with him, normally William would scold him about this but today he is all but glad.

William hid the gun in his jacket's inner pocket and carefully walked inside the building.

"Wow, very punctual Mr Moriarty. 30 minutes sharp." A voice echoed throughout the quiet building.

 William swung his head towards the direction of the voice as he stared at Jaxon full of hated. Jaxon chuckled as he clicked on the switch to light up a tiny lightbulb, William gasped as he saw the sight in front of him. 

His detective was tight up to a chair, his face completely bruised. William's heart ached at the sight of his detective looking so hurt then it turned into anger. 

"What the fuck did you do to him!" William shouted in anger. "Just taking out my anger on him, I have no personal grudge against him really" Jaxon answered casually as he walked over to where Sherlock was tied up.

"I swear.. if you hurt him" William said lowly as he reached for his gun in his inner pocket and pointed it at Jaxon, aiming directly at his head. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Jaxon uttered as he pulled out a pocket knife and walked behind the chair, pointing the gun at the detective's neck. 

Willam snorted, "which one of our weapons kill faster? Your knife or this gun?" Jaxon gritted his teeth as he lowered his knife. "You're right, but.. can you really kill me though"

William looked puzzled as he asked, "What could you possibly mean by this?" Jaxon smirked as he held Sherlock up. "He is not unconscious, just so you know. He can hear everything but he is too weak to even open his eyes... what a powerful anesthetic" 

"Isn't that right, Mr Holmes?" Sherlock forced his eyes to opened as he saw his beloved professor on the other end, holding a gun, his gun. "L-Liam?"  He called out, making the latter widened his eyes. 

Jaxon grinned as he positioned Sherlock so that he is the one William's gun was targeting instead. "Now would you look at that! The dark knight of Britain and the white knight of Britain standing in front of each other with the lord of crime point his weapon at the greatest detective of all time! The last time I heard it happened was from the 19th century!" 

William went stiffed as he loosened his grips on the gun. Sherlock widened his eyes at the sight in front of him, he cursed in his mind. No..not that look again.

Sherlock who has regained his senses a bit struggled against Jaxon's grip and tried his hard to get his words out. 

"L-Liam..d-don't pay attention to what he says—I d-don't blame you!" "Silence!" Jaxon punched Sherlock as William gasped and tightened his grip on the gun again. 

"Don't you DARE hurt him!" William shouted in anger. "Or else what? Are you going to kill me? Oh wait, that is what I expected from the lord of crime. I mean he was the grim reaper reincarnated into a human himself!" 

William let out another gasped as he stumbled backward. Jaxon smirked, bingo. "I wonder how you will kill me again, will you deceive me again or just shoot me dead?" He continued, "No matter how many time you have reborn, William James Moriarty, you were and will always be a cold blooded murderer. You killed people without any remorse before and now you are about to do it again. Your hand will always be stained with those blood from your victims NO MATTER how many time you have washed it. That's the truth and you can never run away from it." 

William lowered his gun as he looked at the ground and looked at his hands and he still sees them, the scarlet stained hands, its burning him. 

Jaxon smirked as he pushed Sherlock back onto the chair and he brought out his knife, making it reflect to the light. William darted his eye to the sharp blade, his eyes widened. 

"I will give you an ultimatum, Moriarty" Jaxon gripped Sherlock's shoulder, "What will it be? Will you save your precious detective by sacrificing yourself, or will you let him suffer at my hands?" Jaxon's voice was cold and calculating.

William's mind raced as he struggled with the weight of the decision before him. His heart ached at the thought of Sherlock being harmed because of him, but he couldn't bring himself to take another life.

Taking a deep breath, William made his choice. "Let him go, Jaxon. I'll surrender myself to you." Sherlock shook his head as he shouted, "Liam no! Y-You can't!" Jaxon smirked, but his gripped on the knife tightened. "I figured that you would say that..." 

William widened his eyes, "Ender, we have a deal! Let him go and I will take my own life, don't kill him" William cried out, "please..." Jaxon chuckled as he stared at the knife in his hand, "looks like I made the right choice kidnapping Mr Holmes instead of your brothers.." Jaxon looked at William, "think about your last words with the detective, Moriarty. I'll count to 10 and your detective will be gone" 

William stumbled backward.

"One!" 

No, I can't. I can't let Sherly die—He had died because of me once. He can't—he can't, I can't take his life again!

"Two!"

William trembled as he looked at Sherlock, and he smiled. The detective despite being threatened to have his life taken in 10 seconds smile, he never once blamed William, never in this life nor their previous life.

"Three!" 

William then stared at the gun in his hand, he swore he would never take another person life again and here he is, in the middle of a fight or die situation. He was fine with him dying but Sherlock?

"Four!" 

Although, William could see through Jaxon, he knew that Jaxon would definitely kill Sherlock but not him. He knew that Jaxon would imprison William and torture him until he begged to be killed, is this the punishment he deserves? 

"Five!"

William cannot follow the path of a person whose name should have been long gone, the path of the lord of crime. 

"Six!"

William knew he could easily out powered Jaxon and freed himself without having to kill him, he is not weak but, with Sherlock's life on the line, he cannot think straight.

"Seven!"

William then thought about the life without his detective. Would life even be worth living? The detective is his everything. He could never imagine a future without Sherlock.

"Eight!"

He could never take Sherlock from Mycroft and his family again. He had done it once and he cannot do it again. He could continue his life without William but William cannot continue his life without Sherlock.

"Nine"

If I don't act now, Sherly will be dead in a second.

Having come to a decision, he looked at Jaxon.

“Ten” Jaxon smirked, “Now, say your last words”

William smiled, “there isn’t any last word for Mr Holmes, they’re for you” Jaxon raised an eyes brow, confusion plastered across his face.

“Oh?” William raised his gun, aiming directly at Jaxon’s heart. Jaxon widened his eyes, making William grinned. “Go to hell” 

Bang.

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Bang.

Smoke came out of his gun, William expected to see Jaxon dead on the ground. Truthfully, he planned to kill him then have his detective arrest him, that was his plan but instead of the dead body of Jaxon Evan, he saw his detective standing in front of Jaxon, his back facing William but his hand was holding his bloody shoulder caused by the gunshot.

William gasped as he dropped his gun, his hands covering his mouth and stumbling backwards. 

"Oh gosh.. what have I done.." William whispered to himself as he felt his eyes tearing up. Sherlock panted heavily as he reached for his handcuffs with his shaky hands, his wrists red from the rope.

"Jaxon Evan, you are under arrest for kidnapping and attempted murder, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"

Despite his condition, Sherlock spoke firmly as he handcuffed Jaxon, but then Jaxon smirked, "I will never go to jail" 

"Wha-" Before Sherlock could finish his word, Jaxon aggressively bang his head against the wall over and over, causing his head to bleed, then dropping himself backward, instantly dying.

Sherlock shook his head as he turned his head back to the blonde who was on his knees and his heart dropped. The blonde was having a panic attack.

Sherlock dragged himself to William and sat down. "Liam.. look at me," Sherlock said, his voice filled with concern. His held William's face with his bloody hands, making the blonde look at him. "Breathe with me.. In... and out.." William copied the pattern for a few seconds. "Alright you're doing so well, love. Tell me three things you can hear?" Sherlock whispered lovingly as he pulled William into his laps, caressing his back.

"Y-Your voice, mine and the noise outside" Sherlock rewarded William with a kiss on the forehead as he continued. "Alright, now three things you can see?"

"The floor, you and blood. Oh my gosh.. the blood!" William widened his eyes as he use his hands to stop the blood from Sherlock's shoulder, making him winced in pain. 

William cried hysterically as he kept saying sorry. "Sherly.. your shoulder! Your shoulder.." Sherlock softened his gaze as he pulled William in for a tight embrace.

"Love, It's not your fault. You were trying to protect me. Jaxon was the one responsible for all of this."

William looked up at Sherlock, tears streaming down his face. "I... I didn't mean for this to happen. I never wanted you to get hurt."

"I know my dear but I can't let you kill someone, i can come up with something quick to help you cover up the fact that you tried to kill him, don't worry my love"

But William didn't focus on what Sherlock was saying, his attention was fully on the wounded shoulder. Sherlock seemed to sense it, he tilted William chin up and smiled. "It's not fatal, don't fret. I don't blame you, my dove"

"Sherly.. I hurt you.. I hurt you... again. I hurt you again! What have I done..!"

"No matter how many time you have reborn, William James Moriarty, you were and will always be a cold blooded murderer. You killed people without any remorse before and now you are about to do it again. Your hand will always be stained with those blood from your victims NO MATTER how many time you have washed it. That's the truth and you can never run away from it."

Jaxon's words replayed in William's head over and over again. He is right, he attempted to kill Jaxon and almost kill his lover instead. He is a murderer. 

"I'm a monster Sherly.. I'm a monster!" Sherlock's heart ached at the sight. "Liam... you are not a monster. No monster would rather sacrifice himself to save someone else, don't you dare call yourself that" 

Sherlock sighed as scooped William up and walked over to the table that his phone was kept. He placed William on the table and quickly made a phone call.

"(Emergency services, how may I help you?)" the voice of a dispatcher could be heard from the phone. "(Yes, I was kidnapped)" 

"(Oh dear, are you able to freely speak?)"  

"(Yes, the kidnapper is dead. He fractured his skull himself and has internal bleeding, it was an instant death)" Sherlock replied quickly in German, wanting it to just finish so he could take William home.

"(... what's your name?)" 

"Sherlock Holmes" 

"(Oh! It's DCI Holmes! Oh gosh..! are you injured—are you okay?!)"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at the sudden change of personality before replying. "(I got shot, can you please hurry up and send the police to xxxxxx? I need to get to the hospital)"

"(Oh yes! Right—I'm sorry, are you able to go by yourself or do you need medical assistance?)"

"(I can drive, but can I leave the crime scene now? I need to get my would tended)"

"(Uhm... yeah, sure)"

Sherlock immediately hung up and place his phone in his pocket and walked over to retrieve his gun before picking William back up who was still whispering to himself and crying hysterically and walked over to his car.

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"Liam..." Sherlock knocked on the door to the blonde's bedroom. It has been three days since the incident and ever since then, William had been avoiding Sherlock, he even moved back to his own bedroom and locked himself in there for hours. He only came out once Sherlock is back into his room.

To make matters worse, William had not been eating well nor has he been going to work. Sherlock made sure to call the university to let them know what happened though, with some lies to hide the truth. He has been avoiding everyone, even his brothers.

Sherlock sighed as he left the tray of dinner in from of William's room. "Love, I left your food in front of your room. Please eat at least a little bit of it" The detective pleaded before walking away. 

William on the other hand was sitting on his bed, with his head buried in his knees. The nightmares are coming back, they are back to haunt him. He heard their screams, the screams of his victims who had their lives taken by him. For days, he had been awakened by those nightmares. He was always screaming, panting heavily and every time, the detective always knocked on the blonde door and asked if he was okay and asked to be let in.

William who blamed himself for the wound on his detective's shoulder refused to open the door and always tell him, "I'm fine, don't worry about me" even though he knew he wasn't fine and he wanted nothing more than to be in the detective's arms, hearing his soothing voice. The detective didn't push him though, instead after every nightmare he always played his violin from the other side of the door, calming the blonde to which made the blonde's heart ache even more.

I don't deserve him.

That's what went through his mind. The detective was always nice, he had been there for him every time. He always makes William happy and never once made him cry out of sadness—minus the time where he had to push William away for his engagement. (Book 1)

And William, what had he done for the detective? Yes, he did showered the detective with love and affection but somehow, he always hurt him. Their previous life and now. Maybe their "reborn in another world" never existed, it might never happen. 

And so, fearing that he might hurt the detective even more, he had been avoiding him. It pained him to hear the voice of the man whom he is so fond of pleaded so sadly but William believed that eventually he'll get bored and move on with his life, after all, this man has always been impatient.

William sighed as he thought about his brothers back in England and now there is a new thought in his mind, would any of this happen if Sherlock just marry Miss Ashford? After all, Jaxon Evan did confessed that his original plan was to break both of them apart. None of this would never happened if it wasn't for him.

It is all my fault.

A tear rolled down his eyes. His brothers would have been living worried-free if it wasn't for him being so selfish. They would've been so much happier without him, they wouldn't need to waste their time to call to check on him too.

Sherlock deserves better. William doesn't deserve him. As long as he live, William will always find a way to hurt him, even if it was unintentional. He is a monster, a murderer, he has stained his hands with blood and the fact that he still remembered everything prove that the world didn't want him to forget his heinous crimes, he would forever be haunted by them as long as he live. 

His family would be better off without him. 

Sherlock would be better off without him. 

The world would be better off without him. 

Then, William got up and headed for his desk. He sat down on the chair and pulled out a stack of paper then he began writing.

To my dearest detective...

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"Liam?" Sherlock called to the blonde with uncertainty in his voice. He wasn't sure if his eyes were deceiving him or if it's real since he hadn't seen William in three days. The blonde slowly made his way to the kitchen, his usual well kept appearance was messy, how could he even take care of himself in this state.

Sherlock's heart broke at the sight as he abandoned the dishes that he was putting away and made him way to the blonde. "Are you alright? Are you hurt somewhere—" 

"Sherly" William weakly called out. "I'm fine" he smiled at the detective though the detective knew that the smile weren't genuine. The detective pulled the professor for an embrace, pressing the younger's head to his chest. Wiliam however, did not returned the gesture. He stood there still with his head against Sherlock's chest and his hands stood firmly by his side. Sherlock did not mind though. He was just happy that he could finally feel his world again.

"Are you ready to talk now?" Sherlock softly answered against the blonde locks. William hesitantly nodded. "Let me make you some tea first—" "It's alright, let me make it" Sherlock paused for a bit then he nodded, William had been coped up in his room for three days so he should at least let William move his muscle around.

"I'll wait for you on the couch" Sherlock kissed the blonde's forehead then walked away. As soon as the detective was out of sight, William gripped the counter, trembling, tears started to block his vision. Even after all these days, Sherlock was not mad at him. Another reason to why Sherlock deserves someone who can take care of him much better than William could.

Turning on the faucet, William splash the cold water against his face then he brought the kettle to fill it up before turning the faucet off, boiling the water for the tea brewing.

William placed two tea cups on the coffee table, one for him and one for the detective. Sherlock muttered a quiet 'thank you' as he patted the empty seat next to him, wanting William to sit and he did so. 

"Liam—" "You don't have to say anything Sherly" William sighed as he looked at Sherlock, his eyes glistening with tears. "Sherly, take a sip" William demanded, Sherlock looked confused but he did complied without complain.

As Sherlock placed his cup back on the coffee table, William started talking. "Sherly, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you... I didn't think straight. I.. I should have never aimed to kill him—what was I thinking? And now you getting injured is the result of my actions" 

Sherlock softened his gaze, "Liam, you just wanted to protect me" William nodded. "But still... if only I had think more logically and a didn't let my emotions engulf me.. maybe it would have turned out differently."

Suddenly, Sherlock muscled stiffened, his eyes started to get heavy. Sherlock widened his eyes, realizing what is happening. "Liam..?! No.. don't do this to me again.." Sherlock muttered out. Tears streamed down William's eyes.

William stood up, Sherlock wanted to do the same but he couldn't. He couldn't move his muscle and he is trying hard to not fall asleep. "Liam..? Why did you drug the tea.." He weakly asked.

"I'm sorry, Sherly" William sniffed as he helped the detective lay on the couch then he knelt down to hold the detective's face. 

"You deserve better" William kissed the detective's forehead then he moved to kiss his left  cheek, right cheek, his nose and finally his lips. "I can't be with you, I can't let myself hurt you anymore" 

Sherlock wanted to reach his hand to wipe the tears away from his eyes so bad but he couldn't do it, all he could do was stare at William in fear with his eyes wide open. 

"The drug will wear off in a few hours, please rest" Sherlock tried to fight off the side effect of the drug that is alluring him into a slumber but he couldn't. Finally, he closed his eyes.

William who knew that the detective would do anything to stop William from ending his life, even dying with him, decided to drug him. This way, the detective will still be alive.

William cried harder as he reached for the detective's hand and held it up his face. "I'm sorry.. I love you" he whispered as he pressed a kiss on the back of his hand and pressed another kiss on his lips before taking a blanket from the couch and covered the detective. 

As he made his way back into his room, he went to his desk and sat on the chair. As he retrieve his phone, which has been turned off for three days, he turned it back on and notifications flooded across the screen, he didn't care about those though. His priority is his brothers. 

As he clicked on the Moriarty's brothers group chat, he saw hundreds of unread messages most of them were asking William if he was okay and where he had gone too and just a few seconds ago, Louis had sent a text. 

"Brother please... we are getting worried. If you don't answer now, we are flying to Switzerland tomorrow" 

William sighed as he began typing. 

"I'm sorry. Do not be worried, I am fine." 

His text was seen immediately, followed by a call from his brother. William sighed as he rejected it, Sherlock's drug will wear off in a few hours, he cannot waste any more time. 

"Sorry Louis, I am very tired and I need to get some rest. I will call you tomorrow, alright?"

But there is no "tomorrow" for William James Moriarty. He knew there won't be any.

"Alright, rest well brother"

William hearted his brother's text and turn off his phone. He got up, heading towards the exit of his house and started walking towards a nearby bridge, planning to succeed what he was meant to do two centuries ago, dying alone.

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William dragged himself into the bridge, his heart heavy. He did not know how long he had been walking but judging from how his legs are getting weak, it must have been an hour or more.

As William got to his destination, he gripped onto railing hard, so hard that his knuckles were turning white. William gazed at the sparkling river below. The air was cold, after all it is in the middle of the night. 

Then William started thinking, is Suicide really the answer? 

William started contemplating his decision, maybe this is a bad decision after all. 

He would be hurting his brothers, especially if he died in the same manner as his previous one. He didn't want his brothers to be heartbroken.

His beloved students who saw him as a friend, some even invited him to their wedding. He would missed out on all of those,

Sherlock would be heartbroken. He knew, he knew the detective would never move on from his death.

He shouldn't choose this path.

But why is he so drawn to this path, the path where he chose death as his answer to divert his eyes from his sins? 

William sighed but a sob escaped his lips then it broke into uncontrollable tears. William hated crying in public but right now, he couldn't care less. William fell down to his knees, burying his head into them.

"Moriarty—please don't kill me.." He jerked his head up to the sound but he found himself sitting in a house, a house that looked awfully familiar. Then, he saw a familiar figure walked towards the person who was pleading to not be killed. That figure walked closer and closer, raising his sword and slashed that man neck.

William gasped as he saw who the figure that is holding the sword was, it was him. The lord of crime. 

He watched as blood splattered on his face, a bright red color. He could still feel it burning on his cheek. William stumbled backward as he shook his head. 

"No.. no.. No! Get me out! Get me out.. please!" William pleaded, he did not want to witness this again. The sounds disappeared, he wasn't in the house where he killed the nobleman anymore. He was in a place, it was dark, Startled, William started glancing all over the place then he felt a hand on his shoulder, he jumped as he turned to face the owner of the hand and he was surprised again, it was him but... he looked different. His hair was soaking wet, his body was soaking wet. Some of his body parts were covered in blood, his blood, and his left eye was bleeding.

"It's.. me again?" William muttered out in disbelief. The Lord of crime smiled as he retracted his hand from William's shoulder. "Do you know where I am from?" The lord of crime asked. William stared at him in confusion then he started to think.

Wet hair, wet clothes, injured body. He knew it had to be him from the past but when? Then it hit him, the bridge. 

Seeing how William's eyes widened, the lord of crime smiled. "Why are you following this path again?" He asked. William blinked at the lord of crime and laughed.

"The world is better off without me, I hurt everyone around me even when I didn't even want to. Just three days ago, I was planning on killing someone. I almost succeeded in that moment if it wasn't for Sherlock and I ended up injuring him. I'm a monster.. a murderer"

The lord of crime took William's hand and held it firmly. "But you didn't kill him. William, I am the murderer. I am the monster. Not you. I murdered people, you didn't. I took lives of countless noblemen without any regrets. I am the devil, you are just William" 

William widened his eyes, "You know, I am jealous of you, William?" William arched an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

The lord of crime sighed, "You get to live the life I so badly wanted. No crimes under your name, no need to carry out the Moriarty plan. Living peacefully with our brothers, especially getting to live and experience life with the detective. I am forever jealous of you for that..."

The lord of crime frowned then continued, "I... I had a vision. A vision where Sherly and I survived the fall, we were rescued by an American named Billy. I was in a coma for six months. Sherly and I were living in a tiny flat in Brooklyn and went on missions together, then we reunited with our family. It was a beautiful life... the one that I never got to experience because the ending I was met with was far different."

The lord of crime looked at William. "You have the privilege of living that life. So... it's not too late to turn back. It is not too late to walk away from this bridge... I didn't get to experience that vision but you can so, take advantage of it"

The lord of crime smiled as he reached his hand to wiped the tears away from William's face. 

"The water is cold tonight, you will get hypothermia if you were in it. Turn back, will you? Please don't walk the same path as me. I regretted jumping off that bridge the moment Sherly jumped after me, I didn't want him to die. Even if he is not here to follow you tonight, a part of him will die when you are gone. Would you want that to happen?"

William's eyes widened even wider. He had never thought about that. 

"Turn around, William. Forget all of the things you have done to hurt Sherlock in this life, even injuring him. I will take all the blame for I am the lord of crime. If you wish to atone for those actions then the best way to do so is walk away from this bridge, go back to your house and apologize to the detective. After all, this is our 'in our next life'"

Suddenly, the lord of crime's body started to get paler, he was vanishing.

"As long as you two have each other, everything will be fine" Those were the last words from the lord of crime before he vanished.

William stared into the nothingness for a while then he blinked. Suddenly, everything was back to normal.

William chuckled as he got back on his feet. He couldn't believe what just happened. The lord of crime was right. 

As long as he has Sherlock and Sherlock has him, everything should be fine.

And so, he walked away from the bridge swearing to himself that this will be the last time he found himself on a bridge for one reason, which is to end his life.

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As William closed the door to his house, he immediately went to his room to do one thing. Burn his letter to Sherlock. 

As he got to his desk, he glanced at the letter and the penmanship intrigued him into skimming through it again.

To my dearest detective,

Sherly, I am sorry for the decision I have made.

I hope you can forgive me for what I am about to do. I know you've tried to reach out to me, to care for me despite my withdrawal. But I can't bear to burden you any longer with my presence.

The nightmares have returned, haunting me relentlessly. I'm trapped in a cycle of guilt and despair, unable to escape the memories of my past deeds. It's killing me inside, Sherly. I can't continue to cause this pain upon you, upon anyone else.

You deserve someone who can bring you happiness, someone who doesn't carry the weight of their sins, someone who wasn't the lord of crime, carrying heinous sins on their shoulder. You deserve someone who can love you without fear, without hesitation.

I wish I could be that person for you, but I'm not. 

Please know that it's not your fault. You've been nothing but kind and caring, even when I didn't deserve it. But I can't shake the feeling that I'm poison, that anyone who comes too close to me will be tainted by my darkness.

Therefore, tonight will be my last time hurting you. I have drugged your tea hoping that you will be in a slumber when I go out to meet my end, alone. 

I'm sorry for leaving you like this, but I hope you can understand that it's for the best. You deserve a chance at happiness, and I can't be the one to give it to you. 

Please take care of yourself, Sherly. Don't blame yourself for what happened to me. It's nobody's fault but my own.

Goodbye, my dearest detective. I'll always cherish the memories we shared, even as I fade into the darkness.

Yours forever,

Liam

William couldn't help but burst out into fits of laughter upon reading this letter. He found this rather silly. After he calmed down, he retrieved the matchbox from his drawers and lit one up. William held the letter up and brought the match to meet the paper. William watched as the paper shrank, he then mutter,

"May the thoughts be burnt with the paper" 

As the flame went out, the paper was completely gone, burnt. William sighed as he picked up his phone and turned it back on. With his phone in his hand, William walked to the living room where his detective was still sleeping.

He frowned, remembering how he almost permanently hurt his detective. He walked towards him and gently lifted his head up as he sat down and rest the detective's head on his laps.

William smiled as he felt hot tears prickled his eyes. He felt happy, happy that he has abandoned his suicide attempt and come home to the detective. William leaned down as he pressed a kiss to the detective's forehead, cheeks, nose and lips.

He then took his phone and decided to call his brothers. 

His call was picked up almost immediately by Albert. William smiled as he greeted his brother.

"William? I thought you are going to sleep?"  Albert asked.

William smiled as he shook his head, "I couldn't sleep. I missed you guys too so I figured I could call you, where Louis?" William asked as his younger brother emerged into the screen.

"William! Why are your eyes puffy?! Have you been crying? Is it because of the detective?! If it is I swear I will have a word with him—"

William giggled as he shook his head. "Sherly didn't do anything, he's here—look!" William lowered his phone so the two brothers could see Sherlock who appeared to be sleeping to them from the screen but in reality, he has been drugged.

"And my tears... I caused them on my own" 

Albert softened his gaze. "Do we need to fly to Switzerland?" William thought about it for a while then he nodded. "Please" 

Louis and Albert looked at each other and sighed. They must have a bit of understanding. "Do you want to talk about it?" Louis asked, William sighed. 

"I guess I shouldn't hide it from you, you two deserve to know..." William quietly muttered.

"Just a an hour ago... I walked to a bridge with one thing in my mind and that is to end my life but... my past self appeared before me and finally shook me back to thinking logically. I'm sorry.."

Louis and Albert started at William from the other side of the screen, completely silent. 

"Say something please" William pleaded.

"William. I... why—..what were you... Forget that, we are just glad you are okay" Albert struggled to answer, fearing that his words will hurt his brother.

Louis took a deep breath before responding, his voice filled with concern, "William, we're just glad you're safe now. We're here for you, always. You don't have to face these thoughts alone. We'll book the next flight out to be with you as soon as possible."

"How did you sneak out without Sherlock knowing anyway?" Louis asked. "I drugged him"

"What?!" Louis and Albert asked at the same time. "It's just... I knew Sherlock will give up his life to jump after me again and I can't take his life again in this life.. he's too good for me—" 

William paused upon feeling the detective moves on his lap. The drug wore off quicker than expected.

"I have to go, please come here soon" William quickly said his good bye and ended the call. He placed the phone on the table as he paid his attention to the detective who was stirring in his lap.

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William brought his hand to the detective's jet black locks, stroking it gently. 

"Sherly" He whispered, sensing that the detective was most likely in a nightmare. "It's okay... I'm here" He softly whispered as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against his for a bit then he straightened himself.

Then, tears started forming in his eyes. Why is he crying again? William couldn't care though, because he knew that he had caused some trauma for the detective. Perhaps, he is having a dream about their night at the London's bridge high above the Thames two centuries ago.

"I'm sorry..." he silently sobbed as he caressed the detective's cheeks and then, the detective's eyes shot opened, staring at the blonde's face. "Liam!" He exclaimed as he got up from the blonde's lap and quickly pulled him in close.

"Sherly... I'm..I'm sorry" The blonde held Sherlock's who was trembling in his arm tight. "Why did you do that!" Sherlock cried out. "Why did you plan on leaving me again!" Sherlock desperately pulled William closer, fearing that he was just hallucinating and William had already been long gone. 

William hurried his head in the crook of the detective's neck as he cried, soaking the older's shirt with his tears.

"I thought I lost you... I can't lose you again.." Sherlock now somewhat calmer whispered. "Why.. Liam, why? Why did you try to kill yourself again" Sherlock asked.

William sighed as he pulled away from Sherlock to look at him in the eyes, "I hurt you, Sherly and I.. I can't bear to see you in pain because of me. I thought it was the only way to make things right, to end my own suffering and the guilt I feel for what I've done to you." William's voice cracked with emotion as he spoke.

"I was haunted by my past deeds, it was suffocating me. I couldn't handle it anymore. I just wanted to end everything so... I drugged you, fearing that you might try to follow me again but..."

William dropped his head, "I changed my mind"

Sherlock's eyes softened as he reached out to cup William's face in his hands, pulling it up to meet his eyes. "You don't have to do this alone, Liam. We can work through this together. I forgive you, and I need you by my side."

Tears continued to stream down William's face as he leaned into Sherlock's touch, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. "I love you, Sherly. I'm so sorry for everything."

Sherlock pulled William into a tight embrace, holding him close as they both let their emotions flow freely. "Why did you change your mind, Liam?"

Hearing this question, William couldn't help but let out a giggle, making Sherlock confused. "It might sound silly but... my past self had opened my eyes. It was from the time we jumped off the bridge into the Thames, I looked awful. My eye was bleeding and I had injuries all over my body. He came into my vision, telling me to turn back and how life is beautiful and worth living..."

Sherlock sighed as he caressed the blonde lock lovingly. "Thank you.. thank you for choosing to live" he whispered. 

William sighed as he tilted his head up to look at the detective,"I should be the once thanking you.. Sherly" 

Sherlock widened his eyes at the confession. “Had I been thinking more logically, perhaps we didn’t have to die in our past lives and waited two centuries to meet each other again..” William smiled.

"It is as you said, Death is no atonement... I'd just wanted to avert my eyes from my sins.." William paused as he thought about what to say, "it is because of you now that I can truly feel that way from the bottom of my heart"

Sherlock smiled, "But... it's blank" Sherlock widened his eyes as he looked at the blonde, "Although we have been reborn into a new life, truthfully I am still atoning for my past sins. They are still eating me up so after I walked away from the bridge… it’s blank. I was planning on ending it, but I didn’t. And now the future is terribly scary to me… it’s so unseemly of me and I don’t know what I must do to live with this guilt "

William sighed, as he started trembling slightly.

"All this time I've never been interested in myself as a person... every time I looked at myself in the mirror I saw that person. The lord of crime staring back at me… so when my past self came and told me that I no longer have to bare the burden of his sins and in this life, I am just William, I didn't know what to do.."

William sniffed as he looked at the detective, "... but the one thing I knew for sure was that I enjoy being with you... meeting you has changed my world"—William caressed his wrist—"that day, when you'd saved me... my world became filled with colour and everything... just felt so dear to me"

William smiled as he place his hands on his chest, "That someone like me had a heart: that's what came to mind, this world... is truly beautiful, isn't it?"

William caressed Sherlock’s cheeks, “That time, I truly wanted to live but we didn’t. We didn’t survive the fall and when I found you in this life again, I was thrilled. We reenacted our first meeting, I truly felt I was on the Noahtic that day..” 

Then, tears streamed down William eyes. He couldn't stopped them, Sherlock smiled as he spoke.

"...Liam, although you have a past and present, all this while you never had a future" Sherlock pressed a kiss onto William’s head. “Even though you have reincarnated, you still view yourself as the enemy of Britain, the lord of crime… But you are not. I am not the detective who was meant to catch the lord of crime and you are not the lord of crime, I am just Sherlock Holmes and you are just William James Moriarty… So”

Sherlock paused as he took William’s hands in his.

"Ain't it a blank canvas just spiffin'?... you can paint it however you like" Sherlock smiled as he continued, "if it's an answer you've arrived after a struggle, then no matter what the answer is, I'm sure it'll be the right one" 

Suddenly, Sherlock got up from the couch and knelt down in front of William, causing a certain blonde’s eyes to widen.

"So... struggle on, Liam. You have taken a step towards living, so it is time for you to leave your past behind. So tell me, what do you have plan for your future?”

William smiled as he blushed, “To get married to you and have our own family one day…” Sherlock blushed as he took William’s hand and brought it to his mouth, leaving a chaste kiss on it.

“Then.. look forward to it. It might come sooner than expected” Sherlock winked.

“Thank you.. Sherly”

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"Liam, are you absolutely sure you will be okay at home—you can come with me" William giggled as he got on his toes and kissed the detective's nose. "Worry not for I am fine. I won't do anything stupid, I swear" 

Sherlock sighed as he pulled William in for a kiss. William hummed in delight as he wrapped his arms around his love. Sherlock deepened the kiss to which William happily kept up with, but then he abruptly pulled away. 

"You have to go pick my brothers up from the airport, Sherly" William answered as he cheekily smiled, his cheeks flushed. Sherlock's heart melted at the image as he leaned down to kiss the blond's cheeks.

Sherlock sighed as he grabbed his car key from the counter. "I will be back in an hour" William smile as he lovingly stare at his beloved.

"Sherly" Sherlock looked at William, William pressed a kiss on his cheek. "Be safe"

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"Sherlock!" Louis called out for the detective to which he immediately turned his head toward the direction. Louis quickly hugged Sherlock upon meeting the detective, Albert doing the same after Louis pulled away. 

"Well good to see you Lou-Lou!" Sherlock grinned as he ruffled Louis' hair, something that had become his habit every time he sees the blonde and Louis always whined, complaining how he messed up his hair every time. "Good to see you too, Al" Sherlock smiled at Albert.

"Let me help you with that" Sherlock took the suitcases from Albert as he muttered a 'thank you' to the detective. "How was your flight, any turbulence?"

Louis shrugged, "I slept through the flight since  I barely get enough sleep last night because I was busy packing so I wouldn't know and the flight from England to Switzerland was quick too." Louis looked at Albert. "Ah.. the flight was fine, it was smooth, surprisingly" Sherlock nodded.

"Come, I need to go pick up something for Liam on the way home" Sherlock smiled as he leads the two brothers to his car, Albert sat in the passenger seat while Louis sat at the back.

As Sherlock started the car, Albert mischievously grinned and looked at Sherlock. "Hey Sherlock" 

"Yes?" Albert smiled, "was it fun getting drugged last night?" Sherlock quickly glanced at Albert before looking back at the road, scoffing.

"I swear you three all have dark sense of humor..." Louis and Albert nodded, "It's our special talent, Mr Holmes" Louis added. "He told you everything?" Sherlock asked. 

Albert shook his head, "Not all of it since he hung up quick" Sherlock sighed as he slowed down the car as the traffic light turned red. "It was scary and I was still hesitant to leave Liam alone in the house.. fearing he might do something again" Sherlock scratched his nose.

"I will tell you what he told me. I know Liam wouldn't want you two to know everything but you are his family, and you two deserve to know considering how much you guys have been through..."

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"Liam, we're home!" Sherlock announced happily while cradling a bouquet of lilies with his left arm while carrying a strawberry cheesecake on the other hand. Sherlock has made a quick stop at the florist's shop and the bakery to pick up two of the blonde's most favourite items to cheer his beloved boyfriend up.

Louis and Albert followed closely behind Sherlock, admiring the detailed artwork of their humble home. "Sherlock... this house is astonishing— it's brilliant!" Albert commented. Sherlock smiled as he took off his shoes and hanged his coat. 

"William mostly decorated the house, your brother is amazing" Louis smiled proudly and nodded, "Of course he is!" Just then, William excitedly ran to the door.. maybe a little too excited because he tripped on the step at the front door but the detective quickly bent his knees and William fell on his boyfriend's chest "Be careful" Sherlock warned. William smiled as he quickly hugged his brothers.

 "Albert, Louis!" William exclaimed happily. "How was your flight?" The three brothers quickly catch up then they went to unpack in their shared bedroom which William had cleaned this morning. 

Finally being alone, William turned to Sherlock and smiled at him cheekily as he glanced at the beautiful florals and the cake. 

"And who might these be for?" William asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes as he handed William the lilies bouquet and the cheesecake.

"For you, my dove" William beamed brightly as he gladly accepted the gifts. "Sherly.. thank you" he smiled warmly. "I have something for you too, it's in my bedroom" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Your bedroom? Like your actual bedroom and not mine that we agreed to called our bedroom?"

William nodded. "I hid it there so you wouldn't stumble upon them" Sherlock chuckled as he pulled William in for a hug to which the professor protested as he was afraid it will ruin his flowers and his cheesecake. "I love you" he mumbled against the professor's hair. William hummed as he pressed a kiss to the detective's clothed chest and exposed neck. "I love you" He replied. 

William smiled as he dragged Sherlock to the kitchen and place the lilies bouquet in a glass vase sitting proudly on top of the counter. He then walked over to the fridge and place his cheesecake in, saving it for the both of them to enjoy later.

"Something smells good, did you bake anything?" Sherlock asked upon picking up the delicious smell of freshly baked pastries. William suddenly remembered something as he rushed to the oven and took out the freshly baked apple pie and let it cool down.

"Thank goodness it is not burnt yet.." William mumbled. "I baked these for you, Sherly. As an apology for scaring you yesterday" William said in an apologetic tone. Sherlock softened his gaze and walked over to William. 

He took William's hand in his as he pressed a kiss on the back of his hand. "You have nothing to apologize for... after all you did walk away, didn't you? So..." Sherlock smiled as he held William's face with his free hand. "Thank you, thank you for choosing to live" William widened his eyes as he chuckled.

"I take it that you had told my brothers?" Sherlock nodded as he looked at his boyfriend lovingly, making him blush. "Keep looking at me like that and we are going to have a problem" William suggested with a hint of mischief. Sherlock raised an eyebrow as the blonde place both of his hands on both side of the ravennette.

"I wonder what problem it would be" William rolled his eyes as he leaned up and kissed Sherlock's hungrily. Sherlock immediately kissed back with much enthusiastic as the blonde, placing his hands on the natural curve of the professor's hips as the professor roamed his hands all over the detective's body.

Sherlock groaned when the blonde slipped his hands under his buttoned up and caressed his muscular body while nibbling on the detective's lower lips.

"Uh..." The two immediately separated, suddenly remembering that they have company. They chuckled nervously as William turned his attention towards his pie and Sherlock somehow found the curves on the cabinets interesting.

Albert smirked as he looked at his phone, he had managed to sneak a picture when the two of them are still in the middle of a heated kiss meanwhile Louis is as stiffed as a rock, still shaken up by the sight of his brother trying to eat the detective alive.

"I think I'm going to be sick" Louis whined as he turned to his older brother who was grinning mischievously at the couple. "Is this what you do early in the morning?" Albert asked.

William cleared his throat, "o-of course not.." Albert smiled as he walked over to William and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm just yanking your feet, I don't mind what you do with Mr Holmes as long as he doesn't hurt you too much" 

Sherlock scoffed and crossed his arms upon hearing this, "Oh please Al! Your brother is not as innocent as you think he is. My back is scarred from his scratches and I think my arms are bruised because he kept pinching me!" Sherlock rolled up his sleeves to show the purple and brown bruises.

"You were being silly, Sherly" William giggled as he slapped Sherlock's arm. "See! There he goes again!" Sherlock protested. Albert flicked both of the couples forehead, making both of them frown suddenly a thud was heard from behind Albert.

"Louis!"

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Three years later

"Louis! Come on—your hair looks fine!" William whined as he walked to his little brother to drag him out of the house. It has been three years since the couple had stayed in Switzerland.

To recap, William had finally gotten over his past and is finally living in the present surrounded by his loved ones. He has continued being a mathematics professor during the past three years since he absolutely adore his job.

Sherlock's popularity has risen, he solved more difficult cases than before but because of this, he was often away from home and he always returned late. Even so, he still prioritize his boyfriend over anything. 

Louis has graduated from universities and has a restaurant chain all across European. Everyone absolutely adores his recipes. He is striving.

Albert has resigned from his post as lieutenant in the army and became the head of a secret intelligence service which allowed him to have free time more than before since he is only required in important affairs and cases.

The couple has travelled to London frequently to visit their family. William always made sure to make a quick stop at the university he used to work at to visit his former students who were always looking forward to his visits.

Now, the other two Moriarty are in Switzerland, visiting the pair.

It was the fifth day since the two Moriarty brothers stayed at the couple house. Even so, Sherlock couldn't get days off and the three brothers had been keeping each other company. It was the weekend and so, the four decided on spending the entire day together by going on a road trip to Zurich and have fun sightseeing around there. 

Louis frowned as he scoffed. Apparently, he had been trying to comb his hair to perfection for the past 30 minutes but the hair was not on his side today. "Brother you don't understand" He dramatically sighed. "My day will be ruin if my hair doesn't look good!" he added. Albert chuckled as he witnessed the whole thing while Sherlock looked at the two, amused. 

"Lend Louis a hand, Sherl. You manage long hair after all" Albert nudged Sherlock. Sherlock walked over to Louis as he placed his hand on Louis head, earning a glared from the blonde's reflection in the mirror. 

"Let me help you" Louis sighed as he muttered a quiet 'fine' and handed the comb to Sherlock. Thanks to their height difference, Louis doesn't need to sit down. William watched the two and smiled. Albert walked over to William and placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder and whispered.

"Another reason to marry Sherlock, don't you think?" William blushed as he looked at Albert who was grinning wide.

Sherlock carefully comb the hair till it's silky smooth then he started parting the hair to match Louis' usual hairdo and after a few minutes, he was done. 

"There you go" Louis smiled as he thanked the detective and immediately walked towards the front door. "Come on, let's go".

 •••••

The four are now seated comfortably in Sherlock's car with Louis and Albert in the back, William in the passenger seat and Sherlock at the driver's seat. 

As he started pulling out of the driveway, Louis and Albert immediately shared excited glances at the each other. Sherlock looked at the two at the backseat through his rear view mirror and flash them a grin, the two doing the same. 

William eyed Sherlock confusingly as he shrugged it off.

Two Days Ago

—Albert and Louis' shared bedroom, 1:43 AM

"So, what could possibly be the reason for the greatest detective to be sitting and feeling oh so nervously in front of us?" Albert asked with a not-so-innocent smile on his face. Louis looked as if he wanted to kill Sherlock for interrupting his sleep.

"Sorry for waking you both up.. I'm well aware that it is almost two in the morning.." he scratched his head as he sighed.

"Never mind that, but why couldn't you speak to us in the morning? Why must it be right now?" Louis asked, rubbing his eyes. Sherlock fidgeted his hands, trying to find the right words.

"How should I say this..." Albert raised an eyebrow then his gaze softened, as if he understood what he was going to say.

"Don't worry, we will listen to whatever you are going to say" The brunette reassured the detective. 

"Even if Liam could easily called in for some days off.. I couldn't since I need to be presented at work most of the time, hence the reason why I couldn't talk to you both about it in the morning... but then again, I can't just openly talk about it when William is around too"

The detective started, making Louis nodded, "Go on" he urged. "Yeah..uhhh" he sighed as he reached for something in his pocket.

"I want to ask both of you for permission in asking your brother in marriage" He said as he revealed the square box in his palm. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful golden engagement ring. Louis widened his eyes, Albert's eyebrows disappeared somewhere in his hairline.

"I know we had only been together for three years and I am not going to propose now! I need Liam to be absolutely ready—" 

"Why not?" Louis asked, his voice sharp. "Pardon me?" Louis sighed as he looked at Sherlock. "Why not propose to him soon? I mean.. you both had been living together for three years. You two knew each other inside out and both of you know each other since two centuries ago! If you ask me, I will say that the time is way too long to not propose now... unless you're not ready yourself?" 

Sherlock shook his head as he close the box and place it back in his pocket. "I am more than ready to tie the knot with him, I'm just afraid he won't be ready.." The detective pinched his nose and sighed. "Sherlock, don't be ridiculous. Even if William doesn't show it, he is also more than ready to marry you. He always smile around you.. he's glowing, so bright and it makes us happy, it truly does"

Albert smiled as he continued, "besides, haven't we given you our permission to ask for his hand in marriage before you both even moved to Switzerland which was three years ago?" 

Sherlock laughed as he nodded. "Thank you"

Chapter Text

It all started with a flower bouquet stuck to William's face first thing when he woke up.

Louis and Albert had already flown back to London as they have to attend their respective jobs. William stared at the flowers, sitting on his thighs in confusion then he stared at the man who gifted it to him.

"What is this for?" William asked sleepily as he let out a small yawn and rubbed his eyes. "Hmm.. no reason, you deserve flowers every day" Sherlock smugly answered. William raised an eyebrows then he looked at the flowers, smiling. 

"Thank you, Sherly. I love them" Sherlock smiled as he waked over to the blonde who was sitting on their bed and leaned down to kiss him on his head.

"Good morning, sweetheart" William tilted his head up to meet the gorgeous sapphire orbs and gave him a chaste kiss. "Good morning" he smiled. 

"Now come, I'm making breakfast today" The ravennete held his hand out, wanting the blonde to take it to which William did after he sat the flower carefully on the nightstand. 

"How nice of you to make breakfast this time" William teased the detective. "Ahhh.. I just love your cooking so much, what can I say" Sherlock replied.

Sherlock got behind the counter as he gestured for William to take a seat but instead of complying, the blonde walked up to the detective and wrapped his arms around him, sighing in delight.

Sherlock smiled as he poured the pancakes batter onto the pan, making both of them breakfast. Throughout the whole cooking process, the couple talked about random stuff while William remained glued onto his boyfriend's back. 

Once he evenly plated the pancakes for the both of them, William tore away from Sherlock's back to get the fruit from the fridge, he knew Sherlock like fruits on his pancake.

"Sherly" 

"Hmm?"

William smiled at the softness of his boyfriend's voice. "Come here" Sherlock turned to face William and walked towards him.

"What do you need love—" Before Sherlock could finish his sentence, William stuck a strawberry in Sherlock's mouth, making him bewildered.

William chuckled and he gives the detective a kiss on his cheeks and walked towards the pancakes to decorate them with the fruit as Sherlock chew and swallowed the strawberry. 

Sherlock then walked towards William and turn him around. The professor looked at the detective and smiled as he leaned up to give him a peck. Sherlock pressed William against the counter as he passionately kissed the blonde, making the blonde melted into the kiss. 

As they pulled apart, William can't help but let out a giggle which did wonders to Sherlock's heart. "Sherly.. what's wrong with you today?" William asked shyly while fidgeting Sherlock's collar. "Go sit, I'll bring us breakfast" He asked towards the detective.

As the two sat down and ate their breakfast, Sherlock proposed the idea of going into town and of course, William happily agreed. He would agreed to anything as long as it's Sherlock he's going with.

And so, the two of them drove into town— Well Sherlock drove them into town —and strolled around the vintage streets, hand in hand, enjoying each other's company and the beautiful day. They stopped at a quaint little cafe for some coffee and pastries, laughing and chatting as they watched the world go by.

After their leisurely morning, they decided to visit the local museum, where they wandered through the exhibits, sharing their thoughts and observations with each other. Sherlock's sharp intellect and William's keen eye for detail made for a perfect pair as they explored the various artifacts and artworks.

As the sky slowly turned into an orange glow, Sherlock and William decided to dine at a restaurant, it's not so fancy but that's how both of them prefer it. They will eat anywhere as long as they have each other.

Soon, time passed. It was approximately 10:30 pm and Sherlock had grown internally nervous. As they both are now in the car coming to a stop because of the red light, Sherlock took out his phone and replied to a text.

"Is it work related?" William asked, "Oh no, I made sure for the police to not bother me today. It's Albert" William nodded as Sherlock put his phone away and returned his gaze back to the road.

The traffic lights remained red in the meantime so Sherlock turned to look at William who was resting his head on the window, and god he looks gorgeous.

The way his eyes twinkle and how his hair fell perfectly on his face. "You're staring" William teased without even looking at the detective. Sherlock snorted as he turned his attention to the road and continued driving once the light turned green. 

As they reached home, Sherlock and William unloaded the goods they're bought in town then the detective led the professor to their backyard to stargaze, if they're lucky, they might catch a glimpse of the northern light as well.

"Sherly, are you alright? Are you cold?" William asked in concern upon seeing the detective being restless. "What—oh-No, I'm fine it's just.." Sherlock sighed as he took deep breaths to calm his erratic nerves and stood up, the blonde's red piercing eyes followed him.

"Liam, will you stand up with me?" Sherlock asked with a hand extended out. William accepted but the confusion never left his face. 

Sherlock smiled as William as he reached out his hand to brush a strand of the blonde's hair away. 

"Liam, I will never be able to find the right way to put this all together but.. two centuries ago, on the Noahtic was the day my black and white world was filled with colour. It was beautiful, you made them beautiful for me, Liam. Did you know that? After our encounter on the train, I was always looking for an excuse to run into you on 'accident' because your presence in my life, even just for a little bit is everything to me."

William gasped as Sherlock smiled at him, then he continued.

"I have said it a lot of time but that day, I jumped after you was the saddest and the happiest day of my life. I was happy because I caught you, I held you in my arms thinking that you won't be alone now, we are in this together but I was sad because it might possibly be our last day, you.. deserved to live, Liam. You deserve to see the result of the world you had created but we both didn't make it.. but that's okay because we had found each other again"

William's eyes glistened as the detective stroke his cheeks lovingly. 

"I will always, always, be by your side. I will vow to protect you from the danger of this world even if it will cost my life. I am not a religious man but I thanked god everyday for bringing you back to me, because of you I learned to truly live. You are and will always be my heart's desire, two centuries ago, today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and every day after. You're going to be so sick of me, Liam. You're going to regret agreeing to be my boyfriend!" 

William laughed as tears rolled down his cheeks, Sherlock wiped them away as he reached for something in his pocket, a certain velvet box.

"Liam, you have been the most fascinating and extraordinary person I have ever encountered. A day with you has never been dull and now I can't imagine a day living without you. I want you to be the first person I see when I wake up and the last person I see when we go to sleep so..."

Sherlock paused as he got down on one knees and opened the velvet box to reveal a beautiful and well polished gold band. 

"Will you do the honors and marry me?" 

William gasped as he stumbled backward.

"No!"

Sherlock's felt his heart sank. Has he predicted it wrong? 

"W-What?" The detective stuttered. He was shocked. He didn't expect the blonde to react this way. Is he moving too fast— Did he not consider William's feeling before this?

"I'm sorry, i should have talked to you about this. This sort of came out of the blue. Let's pretend this never happened okay? Let's just go to bed yeah? It's getting quite late—"

"Wait—Sherly No!" William quickly stopped Sherlock when he tried to get up. The both of them now on their knees, facing each other. "I— I'm not saying 'No' to you.. I would be honored to marry you.. oh god.. Sherly" William exclaimed as he finally processed the proposal from Sherlock, tears falling freely from his eyes as he looked at Sherlock through his happy tears.

"Yes.. yes.. yes yes yes yes!" William cried out as he tackled Sherlock to the grass and laid on his chest. Sherlock on the other hand was barely processing.

"But.. why did you say no?" He managed to ask. William pulled Sherlock to sit up as he chuckled through his sobbing state.

"I was saying 'No' because I was disappointed in myself" William then pulled out a wooden box from his pocket, making the detective's eyes widened. 

"I had been carrying this around everywhere trying to find the courage to ask you the question because.. Sherly" William sniffed as he looked at the detective. "You meant the world to me.. you—you had been there for me through my hardest time, you helped me atone for my sins and I'm not good with words like you but I love you so much and I wanted to ask you to marry me first. That's why I said 'No'."

Sherlock blinked in surprise, then a slow, glowing smile spread across his face. "So, you were going to propose to me?"

William nodded, wiping his tears with a mix of laughter and sobs. "Yes, I was planning to. But you beat me to it."

Then, Sherlock let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he dropped his head to William’s shoulder. “You scared me, you idiot”

Sherlock's eyes softened as he sit up and he reached out to gently take the wooden box from William's trembling hands. He opened it to reveal a simple, elegant gold band that perfectly matched the one he had chosen, but it was engraved.

"I think," Sherlock said softly, "that it's only fitting we do this together."

William’s eyes widened and he nodded, his eyes glistening from tears earlier. "Together," he whispered.

The detective took the professor’s hand and slipped the ring onto his finger, his heart swelling with love and commitment. "With this ring, I promise to stand by your side through every thick and thin. I shall be there with you on your worst and happiest day. I love you, Liam, and I will cherish you, always."

Tears of happiness streamed down William's face as he took the other ring and gently placed it on Sherlock's finger. "And with this ring, I promise to be your partner in all things, to support you and steer you into the right decision had you gone off path, to love you unconditionally, and to never take a moment with you for granted. I love you, Sherly."

They both smiled through their tears, then leaned in to share a kiss, sealing their vows with the purest expression of their love. The stars above seemed to shine even brighter, as if celebrating the union of two souls destined to be together.

Chapter Text

Six months had passed since that night the couple entrusted their futures to each other, and the day of William and Sherlock's wedding had finally arrived. The ceremony was set to take place in a beautiful, secluded garden at a manor in the English countryside, a place of quiet elegance and natural beauty that both of them adored.

The garden was decorated with various flowers, personally grown by William's former students Fred. From roses to lilies, their colors vibrant under the mid-morning sun. Guests were seated in white chairs arranged in rows, each tied with a silk ribbon matching the flowers. Those guests included close friends and family as well as William's students. At the front stood an arch draped in greenery and blooms, where Sherlock and William would exchange their vows.

William stood in a room inside the manor, dressed in a tailored suit that complemented his striking features. Louis and Albert were there, helping him with the final touches. Louis adjusted William's tie with a smile.

"Nervous, brother?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

William chuckled softly. "A little, but more excited than anything else."

Albert patted William on the back. "You look perfect. Sherlock's going to be blown away."

Meanwhile, in another room, Sherlock was adjusting his own suit, a deep navy that contrasted with his skin and raven hair. John Watson, his best man, was by his side, offering support and the occasional joke to ease the detective's nerves. It's not usual to see the detective this nervous so John is definitely making this an unforgettable moment. Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's older brother, stood nearby, a rare warm smile on his usually stoic face.

"Sherlock, you look like you're about to solve the biggest case of your life," Mycroft teased.

Sherlock smirked, "In a way, I suppose I am."

Mycroft stepped forward, placing a hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "From saving your own ass from that engagement to a real wedding. I'm proud of you, little brother."

Sherlock's eyes widened, feeling a swell of emotion at Mycroft's words. "Thank you, brother."

As the time for the ceremony drew near, guests began to take their seats. The Moriarty brothers, along with other friends and family, formed a small but intimate gathering. Soft music played, setting a serene and joyous atmosphere.

Although this wedding is a bit different. They could see two doors facing each other, red carpets were also visible at each door path before they both shared the same path which is the path to the altar. To be precise, it was like the letter "T"

As murmurs from the guests filled the room, suddenly the wedding music was cued. Everyone immediately went silent as they refocused their attention to the officiant.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Sherlock Holmes and the second son of the Moriarty family, William James Moriarty in marriage. This is a joyous occasion, for marriage is a sacred and cherished bond, a promise made and kept between two people who love each other deeply.

Let us begin this ceremony by asking for the blessing of the universe on this union... ladies and gentlemen. Here come our grooms" 

As the officiant stopped, the music shifted into a much more romantic and intimate atmosphere. The guests were puzzled, they did not know which door the groom will come out but then suddenly, both of the door opened at the same time and to the left was William walking to meet Sherlock in the middle with Albert and Louis on both of his sides and on the right was Sherlock with Mycroft.

The guests gasped, this is definitely a new way. Nonetheless, they were touched. As the two reached the middle, Albert handed William's hands to Sherlock while Mycroft handed Sherlock's hand to William. The older brothers shared a glance before returning to their assigned seat, leaving the couple alone.

Sherlock and William breathlessly laughed as they took each others in. "Let's do this" Sherlock softly said. William smiled as he hooked his arm with Sherlock and walked to the altar together.

The whole time, they did not know what the officiant was saying, the words were blur to the couple who were lost in each other's eyes. When it came time for the vows, Sherlock went first, his voice steady and filled with emotion.

"William James Moriarty, from the moment I met you, my life was changed, for the best. You've shown me love, patience, and a way of living that I never thought possible. With this ring, I promise to stand by your side, to support you, to protect you, and to love you unconditionally for the rest of our lives."

Sherlock slipped a gold band onto William's finger, the same ring he had proposed with, its polished surface gleaming in the sunlight.

William took a deep breath before beginning his vows, his voice soft but clear. "Sherlock Holmes, you are my heart's desire, my partner in everything. You've been my anchor, my confidant, and my greatest love. With this ring, I vow to cherish you, to be your partner in all things, to support you, and to love you without reservation, today, tomorrow, and for all the days of our lives."

William placed the matching gold band onto Sherlock's finger, their hands trembling slightly with the weight of the moment.

The officiant smiled warmly. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss your spouse."

Sherlock and William leaned in, almost too eagerly, their lips meeting in a tender kiss, sealing their vows with a promise of forever. The guests erupted in applause and cheers as the couple pulled apart, smiling at each other with tears of joy in their eyes.

As they walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, they were showered with flower petals by their friends and family. The reception that followed was filled with laughter, dancing, and heartfelt toasts. John gave a speech that had everyone in complete laughter and a grumpy Sherlock, while Louis and Albert shared stories that brought tears to many eyes. Mycroft, ever the reserved elder brother, even made a rare but heartfelt toast, expressing his happiness for Sherlock and William's future.

Later, as the evening drew to a close and the stars began to litter the ski, Sherlock and William found a quiet moment to themselves. 

Sherlock pulled William close, his voice barely above a whisper. "We did it."

William smiled, resting his head against Sherlock's chest. "Yes, we did... husband" 

Sherlock smiled as they shared another kiss, the world around them fading once more, leaving only the two of them and their love, shining as brightly as the stars above.

And finally after two centuries of waiting for each other, theough thick and think they both finally found their "in another life".

THE END.