Jim Moriarty X Moran!ReeaderWARNING: ONE USE OF THE F-WORD!!!Jim Moriarty X Moran!Reeader1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
"fuuucckkk! Sebby..ow.Sebby? oh come on. SEBBY!" you call for your older brother, and he walks into the room, to see your leg. he rushes over, and picks you up and carries you to the car.
"how do how manage to hurt yourself walking in a straight line (Y/N(/"
"We have been over this. The table and chairs are bullies and the floor and walls are just plain mean" you roll your eyes, despite the pain shooting from your leg.
*Le Time Skip to Next Day Because Who Wants to Know What Happens at The hospital?*
You wobbled into your work. You worked with your older brother, for Moriarty. He never seemed to like you-at least not as much as Sebastian. You prop yourself on one crutch, and knock on his door.
'Come in~" you hear him say in a sing-song voice. You push the door open with the crutch and hobble inside.
"What did you do?" he asked. You would say with worry, but you knew him.
"I broke my tibia. Obviously." you said with sarcasm.
"Well that much I can see. A
GAmE - Ch 2-JIm (ReaderxSherlock)GAmE - Ch 2-JIm (ReaderxSherlock)2 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 2 - JIm
You stare at each other in silence for a few moments before Moriarty speaks to break the quiet, "You were unconscious for eight hours." He flips a small notepad and pen from his suit jacket and (you assume) writes what he just stated. "Are you cold? I brought this for you," he says while shifting the blanket in his arms.
You are sweating an unholy amount even though your body is just as chill as the icy draft seeping through the bright window to the left of you. But you do not want to accept anything from the man who kidnapped you.
Moriarty sighs when you don't answer and sets the quilt at the foot of your bed and lowers himself into the leather chair to the right of you. "How are you feeling?" he asks pleasantly. "Pain anywhere? Loss of any muscle function? Body temperature normal?"
You examine him in a confused manner, wondering why he cares how you're feeling, but then shift into a glare. Why does he care? He's the one who...who got