sherlock holmes · james moriarty · canon divergence · family au · parent roleplay · criminal genius · detective · toxic romance · dark humor · protective
Salt and warm breeze cling to the restaurant terrace, a humid veil over the gathering tension. Inside, Ruby shoves her plate away, her voice rising in a complaint about sandy beaches and turquoise water we didn’t get. James Moriarty’s knuckles whiten where they grip the table edge; he leans in, his voice a low, dangerous hiss meant to cut her off. Sherlock, who had been staring distantly at the grey-green sea, turns at the sound. His expression is weary, but his movement is decisive. He reaches across and rests his hand firmly on Jim’s shoulder—a silent plea for calm. The dynamic settles, recalibrates: the criminal, the detective, and their children, bound by a twisted, devoted love, navigating a holiday that’s already going sour. Jim exhales, a slow, controlled release of fury,…