Darknesspainheadachedizziness.

Darkness…pain…headache…dizziness….

That is what you see and feel when you slowly open up your eyes. Growning, you try to sit up, doing your best to recall the events of what feels a few hours ago. Sadly enough, the only thing you feel is a new wave of dizziness flowing through your sore body. Who are you again? Oh, right. You’re (y/n). But, where are you? Through your half-closed eyes, you see lights flashing on and out and a strange buzzing noise rings through the air. It almost sounds like…a motor?

‘‘Waking up already, pet?’‘

Startled by the sound of a man’s voice, you try to lift your head to take a look. There, in the drivers seet of what appears to be a car, sits a man. And not just a man, you realise as you take in his appearance: dark hair, light stubble, dark cold eyes and a light smirk that is forming on his face as he looks back at you.

‘‘Hold on a minute,’‘ you start as you try to ignore the pounding feeling in your head. ‘‘I know you.’‘

The man raises his eyebrows in almost a bored way.

‘‘Well, I would feel offended if you wouldn’t have.’‘

You ignore his remark. Instead, the events of a while back come flowing back at you. You remember wanting to get milk, but seeing no milk in the fridge and yelling at your brother Sherlock that you would go out to the supermarket. But after you had closed the door of 221B Bakerstreet behind you and had walked a few streets, you had suddenly felt a stinging pain on the back of your head followed by darkness and the voice of a man: ‘‘Don’t worry, pet. I’ve got you now…’‘

And now you were sitting in a car next to your handsome kidnapper, none other less than James Moriarty, the most dangerous criminal known. Your brother Sherlock had had some confrontations with him, you recalled. But you hadn’t seen the man in person, only from pictures.

‘‘You’re the dude that played that stupid game with my brother, right? Do you know how rude it is to hit a lady on the head? I mean, if you really wanted to kidnap me that badly so you could annoy my brothers even more, you could simply have asked. That would have saved a lot of trouble, and a soring headache…’‘

Jim frowned at your words, clearly not expecting such a reaction.

‘‘Stupid?’‘ He mumbled, more to himself than to you.

You only crossed your arms in a stubborn way and looked out of the window, seeing trees and streetlights pass by quickly.

‘‘You better take me to a nice place,’‘ you muttered, slightly angrily. ‘‘Or I’ll let you experience how it feels to get hit on the head.’‘

You don’t see the little smile tugging at Moriarty’s mouth. Maybe this would be much more interesting then he’d thought…

(Gif not mine)

#8 ‘Why are you so jealous?” With Moriarty pleaaaase and thank you 🙏😍❤️

Good choice, here we go =D

Rating: G

Category: F/M

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)

Relationship: Jim Moriarty/Female Reader

Tags: Imagine, Moriarty is alive & in love, humor, flirt, love confession, Greg does his best, playful reader.

Words: 1230

Notes: I’m not a native, please, forgive my mistakes. Gif is not mine. I hope you’ll enjoy it

James Moriarty had been an evil mastermind of the crime, that’s true. He had been manipulated by Eurus to commit his worst misdeeds, that’s also true and that’s probably why it hadn’t be this difficult to put him back in the right path after all the debacle of Sherringford. Poor thing just needed some sympathy and trust to agree to help Scotland Yard catching the worst scoundrels, after him, of course. Well, the truth must be said: maybe working with Y/N had played an important role in this new collaboration with the Police. Moriarty’s sweet spot for her was really obvious. Except for Y/N.

The criminal of the day hadn’t been caught up yet, this is why Y/N, Jim and Lestrade had followed him to the restaurant where he went an hour ago. In other words: a plank. The two Detectives had stayed into the car while Jim had followed the outlaw inside, to be sure he wouldn’t fly away. Since the guy was just having a meal, the only thing to do was waiting. For now. The three justiciaries were tired, the man had made then running into London all the week without a possibility to catch him red-handed yet. Faces were low and mood bad. To avoid the situation becoming even less bearable, Greg started a little talk with Y/N

“Not the most thrilling case we have been working on, isn’t it?”

Y/N was positively bored. Sitting during hours in a car wasn’t the part she preferred the most in her job. But she understood her friend’s purpose and gave him a little smile.

“Indeed. What has been your most thrilling case?”

Even if she knew very well she was doing exactly what Lestrade expected her to do, she found herself unable to refrain a genuine chuckle when the Detective answered like an old cop in a bad movie

“I have seen strange things you know. I’ve arrested more bad guys and madmen than I can count, but the most frightening case I’ve been on must be the one John called The Hound of the Baskervilles…”

Of course, Y/N already knew everything about this story since John had told her during one of his awkward try to seduce her. But a good story can be told numerous times without loosing its interest when it’s done by a good taleteller. Y/N was ready to hear Greg’s version of the Baskervilles case when her phone vibrated in her pocket. With a little nod to her colleague to let him know she was still listening, Y/N reached to her phone. That was Jim. Odd since they all had headsets and microphones, so they were able to communicate with each other all the time.

“Did you really have to do that? – JM”

“To do what? – Y/N”

“To ask the Old Fox to tell you a story… - JM”

“Well, that was it or counting the flies so… – Y/N”

“I’m afraid you made a bad choice, Y/N – JM”

Jim couldn’t help but always annoying Lestrade in a way or another, but, deeply, he really liked the Detective. That was part of the reasons Y/N had a big crush on the repented criminal, beyond all the layers of smugness and sarcasm, there was a loving, caring good man.

“C’mon, it’s a great story! – Y/N”

“Eh… No. My crimes were incredible, scary, but beautiful and clever. Baskervilles was… How could I say it? Rough? Messy? Gross! I can’t believe good old Greg preferred that to my works – JM”

At this point, Y/N wasn’t listening to Lestrade anymore but chuckling at her phone

“Really? Why are you so jealous? It’s not because Daddy isn’t talking about you right now that he doesn’t love you anymore, you know? – Y/N”

She heard a little gasp on her headset. He had read the text.

“You’re totally misunderstanding the situation. I’m not jealous, why should I be? And, please, never call Greg “daddy” again, would you? Never – JM”

Jim liked to annoy Greg. Y/N adored to annoy Jim, this was their way to flirt after all.

“My, my, what a dirty mind you have! I wasn’t calling him “Daddy” this way and I was implying he was your daddy, not mine. And, by the way, I don’t think I misunderstand the situation: you’re upset Greg didn’t choose one of your crime to tell me and because he’s rambling at Sherlock’s genius instead, that’s all – Y/N”

This time, Moriarty couldn’t contain a giggle while reading Y/N answer, happily, Greg didn’t hear it.

“I just told my crimes were better than this ridiculous horror tale, and I uphold. I’m a misunderstood genius *sight* but brainy is the new sexy *wink* - JM”

Well, if that wasn’t an opening it was looking like a lot! Fine.

“Brainy is quite cool, but jealous is really sexy – Y/N”

There was a little blank. Half a minute while Y/N asked herself if she had misunderstood the genius, if she had crossed the boundaries of their flirting. Then, another message.

“All right, I confess, I’m jealous Greg is talking to you about Sherlock and not about me – JM”

 Easy, Y/N, easy. Not time to scare him.

“Why? – Y/N”

“I already told you – JM”

Well, easy, ok, but she didn’t have any of that sh*t, it seemed he needed one more push…

“Really? I’m sorry but I love this story. Besides, jealous is sexy but honest is SO hot… – Y/N”

She heard Jim clearing his throat at the other end of the line. Time to see where they were really going.

“Fine, fine, I’m jealous because Greg is rambling about Sherlock and not about me because I want you to be impressed by me and not by Sherlock. Are you happy now? – JM.”

Very. One more little push, just for the fun. Y/N couldn’t resist.

“Nothing thrills me more than possessiveness – Y/N”

The answer was immediate.

“Could you, please, tell Greg to stop squeezing your arm each time he thinks he’s saying something funny? I really like him and I would regret to have to punch him in the face immediately after the end of this case. Thanks in advance. – JM”

At that, Y/N looked up from her phone and saw Jim waving a little at her by the window of the restaurant. She tried to hide her laugh and her blush in the same time and ended coughing her lungs on the passenger seat, interrupting Lestrade by the way.

“Y/N! Are you all right?”

She was still trying to get her breath back when she heard Jim’s voice in her headset.

“She has to, our man is leaving, I’m on it but be ready. And, Greg, get off my girl, please.”

The two Detectives exclaimed in the same time, although Y/N voice still was a little throttled

“Your girl?”

And Moriarty to grumble

“Yes, my girl, my future girl, soon-to-be-girlfriend, love-interest, whatever… Didn’t know I had to be that precise, it’s a question of hours now. Can’t we catch this son of a b*tch so I can propose already? My, you should know patience isn’t my greatest virtue…”

That certainly wasn’t the most thrilling case Y/N had worked on but, my… It even was her favourite, so far!

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Summary: Y/n is a writer who is working on a new novel. Moriarty is one of her biggest fans. He decides to send her a special gift

Pairing: James Moriarty x fem!reader

Warning: possessive Moriarty 

A/n: requested by anon. I have three other Sherlock fics to do this week so hopefully I’ll be able to do them as soon as possible. I had a lot of fun with this, hope you enjoy :)

He sat on his throne as if it was made for him. As if he was a God and everyone else was below him, a pawn in his little game. He smirked to himself. 

“Is there anything you require your highness?” a maiden asked from below him. 

“Right now, a queen.”

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Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Shooting and violence

Request: moriarty x reader where just like moriarty’s song is I Want To Break Free, reader’s song is Seven Nation Army and he thinks its super sexy and bossy

“Hello Darling.” Moriarty’s smile grew when he heard your voice. He turned to see you dressed formally. “Ready to cause hell?” You asked him, making him smirk as he took your arm. Moriarty liked to have you at his side during transitions, even if you don’t speak or even pay attention.

The ride to the spot was rather quiet, which neither of you like. “How about a song?” Moriarty asked, handing you his phone. You smirked, scrolling through his music till you found your song.

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Summary: Just some cute fluffy stuff after an evening of stealing something. 

Warnings: Nothing, just fluffiness

Word Count: 607 

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“Help!” I screamed. I could feel James Moriarty’s gun digging into my side. “He’s over he-” Moriarty clapped his other hand over my mouth as two security guards ran into the art gallery of the museum. They stopped when they realized that Moriarty had me at gunpoint.

He spoke up. “Don’t try to stop me, or I’ll shoot the girl. I don’t like getting my hands dirty. But I will if it’s necessary.”

I whimpered. “Please… Please listen to him. I don’t w-want to d-die. I-I was just making sure e-everything was in order before I left w-work!” Tears dripped down my face.

The guards froze.

“Now… Slowly put your guns on the floor and get on your knees, hands behind your heads,” Moriarty said from behind me. The two hesitated. “Now!” They jumped at his sudden loudness. “Or else you’ll never see the girl again.”

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