𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ߷☙𝑨 𝑪 𝑪 𝑰 𝑺 𝑴 𝑼 𝑺 ☙߷ 〖𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕〗 "𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 −−−−−−−−−− 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹" 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ❪ 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆. ❫

"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩, 𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮." "𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩, 𝙅𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙤𝙣." 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛. 𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙤𝙘 𝙭 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙨

What starts as an ordinary life at Oxford quickly unravels when Y/N cross paths with two very different minds-Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty. Drawn into something far bigger than expected, the three of you form an unlikely trio, navigating secrets, danger, and a mystery that runs deeper than it first appears. Between clever deductions, reckless decisions, and moments that blur the line between friendship and something more, one thing becomes clear-nothing about this is simple. And once you're in... There's no going back.

── 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 Elora Hale finds herself in Candlin College, and faces the struggles of commoners at such a prestigious institution. Whilst murder stalks the royal heir, her aristocratic past slowly catches up to her, gaining attention of the ones she shouldn't have. . . . "Comin' back here to you once I figured it out that you were right here all along"

"When I was a little girl, I always thought silk was made from the cocoons of butterflies. Wonderful little gifts for us whenever they grew their wings." "Oh?" "But now I know silk is made from the cocoons of a different creature. Larvea... ugly wiggly white creatures that are boiled to death. Then their protection gets un-spun and threaded back together by the hand of a skilled laborer. It's actually rather back-breaking and disgusting work." "What does this have to do with us?" "You see, silks origin was never something romantic. Not a gift of a butterfly. It was hard work and experimentation of mad men." Her eyes twinkled in that heartbreaking way both men knew too well. "And now it is something to be sought after with passion." "Are you...calling us larvae?" "Certainly not! But... I am saying my favorite undergarments are a beautiful cut of silk." - *Cheesey and stereotypical *love triangle