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3.)
It was when John mentioned to Sherlock that while he was walking back to the flat he had seen a certain William James Moriarty talking to a young woman, and it seemed like they were having a good time.
"Hm, really? Who is it?" Sherlock lightly chuckled as he casually asked with a lopsided grin on his face.
John thought about it before answering, "Hm, I think she is the bookshop's owner."
Sherlock hummed in understanding before abruptly asking, "Is she pretty?"
John got a startled look on his face, not expecting that question from Sherlock Holmes of all people. "Umm...that is-"
Sherlock suddenly held up his hand, "Never mind, don't say it."
Sherlock then forced a casual smile and a chuckle, holding his hands up in a questioning gesture. "Why are you telling me that? Did I say that I was curious? I'm not interested."
John narrowed his eyes at his best friend, 'Surely he's not...'
"Well! Anyway, I'll be doing an experiment now. So I'll just-" Sherlock turned around and walked towards his desk.
"No, but-I haven't answered-"
"Alright, if you really want to say it. Then say it. Let's hear it, John." Sherlock swirled back around and took a few steps towards John, still adorning that forced casual smile on his face.
John was about to answer when Sherlock's eyes suddenly became sharp and calculating, not matching the casual smile.
"Is she pretty?"
John was so taken aback by the never seen before change in his friend's eyes that his mouth was gaping like a fish and his vocal cords turned off.
Unsatisfied by John's silence, Sherlock dropped the smile. Making his face even more spine-chilling and asked again.
"I asked if she's pretty."
John suddenly became even more scared than before so he instantly blurted out his answer, "Y-Yes! Yes, she's-uh. She's q-quite pretty. Yes..."
Sherlock's smile came back on, but he's clearly not happy or satisfied.
"Is she...that pretty, John?"
Sherlock's eyes and smile then matched his aura, dangerous.
"Is she...smart, John?"
John nearly collapsed right then and there. "W-Well, I-I don't really know anything about her! So I-I can't say..."
Sherlock seemed to accept that answered since he nodded and immediately put on a relaxed, chill grin.
"Eh, ok. Fair enough. Well, I'm gonna do my experiments now so I'll talk to you later!" Sherlock said as he walked back towards his experimentation desk.
John nearly collapsed right then and there. 'What the hell just happened?!'
2.)
The second time was actually when Sherlock practically barged into the Moriarty mansion to 'visit his good ol' friend, Liam.'
William went upstairs into his room to collect some books while Louis grudgingly poured Sherlock some tea while he sat on the comfy sofa in the living room, legs crossed and arms spread out across the couch.
'Such poor manners.' Louis thought with an extreme distaste.
"So, Lou Lou." Louis bristled at the nickname. "How's Liam doing these days?" Sherlock asked the man standing beside him.
"He's doing well. Yesterday Ms. Anderson came for a little meeting with Brother William, it seemed like he enjoyed their talk."
Louis must have imagined it, but the detective's face smiling face stiffened up before he forced his face to relax once again. Louis might not have known, but he saw the uncommon sight of a jealous Sherlock Holmes.
"Ah, did he? That's swell."
After a few seconds of silence, the detective turned around in his seat to fully face Louis.
"Hey, hey. Lou Lou."
Louis had to take all of his strength not to hit the detective right there.
"...Yes, Mr. Holmes?" The blond gritted out.
"What did you think of Ms. Anderson?" The detective asked while tilting his head slightly, like a puppy.
"She is a nice woman."
"Oh come on! More than that."
"She is nice and she wears nice clothing."
"Hm..." Sherlock pouted a tiny bit as he was scrambling for ideas to make the younger blond entertain him more.
Another few seconds passed when Sherlock's face lit up like a matchstick. 'Aha!'
Sherlock motioned for Louis to bend down for him to whisper into his ear and the blond naively complied.
Sherlock whispered, "Does she...have a nice figure?"
If Louis was drinking tea, he would have spit it all over the detective. Louis shot back up as quick as lightning, his face becoming red as a tomato from the embarrassment and incredulity he was feeling.
"Y-You! How shameless!" Louis shouted at the detective, very much wanting to kick the detective out and never let him come back in. But he can't because his Brother William would be sad and confused. What's taking William so long anyway?
Sherlock loudly cackled as he took great amusement in Louis' embarrassment.
William smiled as he listened in behind the closed doors. Feeling happy that his dear brother and detective were getting along.
1.)
Sherlock and William were walking around the streets of their new home in New York with Billy as their guide. The shorted man was introducing them to multiple places in New York, such as cafes and bookstores. Sherlock smiled as he saw William's face light up in curiosity and amazement as he wandered the new streets. Sherlock was happy that William was so entranced by all this and not wallowing alone in sadness and self-hatred.
Billy introduced them to another bookstore and this time, William wanted to explore further so he went inside with Billy and Sherlock on his tail. William was fascinated by the interior and intricate design of the place, he never went outside of the UK before so all of this was entirely new to him.
Billy went out to get some snacks because he was apparently starving. While William and Sherlock stayed in the bookstore. Sherlock was lounging back on a chair as he watched William search for a book that he likes.
After a few minutes of that, a random man came up to William. Sherlock's eyes darted to the man.
"Hey." The man only said one word to William and Sherlock immediately does not like this guy.
William turned to the man, "Yes?"
"I like your eyepatch." The man complimented.
"Oh, really? Thank you." William smiled.
"Can I touch it?" The man asked, oblivious to what was hidden underneath it.
"Um..." William became more wary.
"It's ok, I won't take it off."
'Liam, don't-'
"Ok."
'Damn it-'
William made sure not to flinch as the man's fingers lightly traced over the eyepatch, not even moving it. Sherlock watched with narrowed eyes at the scene. 'Don't even touch his skin you little bi-'
After like three seconds, the man was done. Surprisingly, he didn't do anything vicious.
"Thank you!" The man said joyfully as he walked away.
William waved him goodbye as he and Sherlock watched in astonishment.
What a weird guy.
William was okay with what just happened, Sherlock on the other hand...
"You really should not let anyone do that ever again, you hear me Liam?!" Sherlock reprimanded William.
"Yes, yes..."
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Sherlock and William were at the local pond in New York, children were playing with their kites and toys while the adults supervise them in order not to get them killed. And overall, it was a nice day. William was watching the scenery and Sherlock was on the other side watching the ducks swim in the pond. And William was supervising Sherlock from time to time to make sure that he doesn't terrorise the poor animals.
Sherlock cheerfully waved at William with a sunny smile, William waved back with a fond smile on his face. William lovingly watched Sherlock kneel to watch the birds even closer as he was charmed by the ducks in the pond, he's so cute.
William was about to go back to his headspace when a man came up to Sherlock. The man was creepily staring at Sherlock with a wicked smile on his face. William narrowed his eyes.
As Sherlock went back into a standing position from kneeling, the man behind him suddenly put his gross hand on Sherlock's arse and just-
'Oh hell no-' William thought as he watched the man squeeze Sherlock's arse. Sherlock turned around in alarm, his blue eyes now filled with distress and anger.
"Excuse me, I'm taken!" Sherlock shouted at the man, gaining some attention from people nearby.
"Oh come on, baby. Don't be like that. When you look like that you should expect to be approached sometime." The man said in remark.
'Baby?! And did he just say that Sherlock should expect-' William repeated the man's words in his head, rage taking over his body. He wanted to stab something. He wanted to kill someone.
It's not like he denies that Sherlock is admittedly beautiful and attractive, but the man just said that Sherlock should expect to be harassed. He is saying that all Sherlock is good for is his looks. Sherlock will deny it to the end of time but William just saw a flash of hurt in Sherlock's eyes.
And no-one hurts his Sherlock.
William got over to the other side of the pond at the speed of light, grabbed Sherlock away from the disgusting pest and slapped the molester. William slapped him so hard that the man stepped back a few steps from the pure force of the hit. William's eyes were blazing with pure fury, he hasn't felt this mad in long while. The only times he had felt this angry was when the original Moriarty's hurt him and Louis.
William didn't say anything to the man. This disgusting man didn't deserve any words from him. So he just spit on the man's face, grabbed Sherlock and walked away from the park.
He dragged Sherlock all the way from the park to their shared apartment, they didn't say a word to each-other. Sherlock was still comprehending what the hell just happened and William was still mad at the molester.
William shut the door behind him and took a few deep breaths. After he had calmed himself down, he noticed that Sherlock was still silent. William turned around to face him in concern, "Sherlo-"
He was cut off by Sherlock leaning his head on the blond's shoulder, the other man still looked shaken. William softened and wrapped his arms around Sherlock.
"Thank you, Liam..."
"You're welcome, Sherly."