Don't Trust Your Eyes - Moriarty X Reader (1/2)Don't Trust Your Eyes - Moriarty X Reader (1/2)1 month ago in Drama More Like This
That precious concept of time seemed no longer.
It felt like everything slowed down.
As a matter of fact, everything felt so slow that you began questioning life.
“All you have to do is tell me, sweetheart, and I’ll stop.” He grinned that sweet but malicious grin. You could practically see the tail on the man, trident leaning against the armrest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you turned your head to the side, not daring to look at this monster in the eye. That’s what he was. A monster. Nothing else.
“Oh, you know well what I seek. You know so well, in fact, that you made sure to store it somewhere only you could reach. Now, tell me, where is it?” He lowered his voice to a hiss. You would tell him, you really would, but something kept you from doing it. Something, yet you didn't quite know what it was. Was the thrill keeping you where you were?
He leaned his elbows on his knees, resting his chin on ball
Sick and Tired: A Jim Moriarty OneshotSick and Tired: A Jim Moriarty Oneshot1 week ago in Drama More Like This
Thalia Grace Moran was sick, there wasn't anything that Jim could do about it except stuff her full of medicine and wait it out, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. He's the most dangerous man in London, as his daughter enjoys to point out, yet here he was, only able to hand his baby tissue after tissue and hold her hair back as she gets sick. He wasn't sure how to comfort the little one, that was Sebastian's job when he was home—no, Jim was the one to offer moral support while keeping his suit clean of all the nastiness a four year old can track into the house. Too bad for Jim that Sebastian was taking care of a problem in France at the moment. As it was, Thalia is currently in bed, dosed with ibuprofen and clutching her teddy as she sleeps through a nasty case of the flu.
The house was finally quiet after hours of whimpering and Jim was too tired to worry about cleaning up the mess of medicine, broken crayons, and bullet casings spread throughout the house. Shuff
Did you Miss me? A Jim Moriarty OneshotDid you Miss me? A Jim Moriarty Oneshot1 week ago in Drama More Like This
Thalia liked it when her parents argued, granted, she could do without all the yelling and she couldn't understand a word they said since they both spoke two different languages, but the point remained the same. When angry, both Sebastian and Jim had a tendency to use swear words, which worked in Thalia's favor. As the two men shouted at each other back and forth, they would continuously throw twenties in Thalia's direction every time a curse was yelled. The money was put in one of Thalia's swear jars, once full, the jar would join the others of its kind in the back of the spare closet to be used on vacations. One day was particularly bad, Sebastian had found out Jim was indeed alive after his daughter saw a picture of Jim on the TV.
Of course, Thalia had mixed emotions about it as well—should she feel excited that her daddy is back in London after two years away or angry that his big fat head had interrupted the movie she had been watching at the time. Sebastian had been just as
She Was Clever (Pt:8) ~ My Dear Detective"So why did Sherlock send you?" John questioned as you entered his flat.She Was Clever (Pt:8) ~ My Dear Detective1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You mentioned Mary yesterday," you stated as you searched around the flat. "You said you had to come home and see her."
You smiled as William and the little girl ran out of their bedroom, chacing eachother.
"I did. She isn't dead. Moran didn't actually kill her. No one actually died that day besides Mycroft's men," he retorted so sure of himself.
You gave him such an odd look. He must be mad. Even Moran confirmed Mary dead.
You rushed for something to say in your head, but were saved by the door opening.
A woman's voice flowed through the flat. You slowly walked to the entrance to find the source of the voice, embracing John. She looked just like Mary, but you knew it wasn't her. Slowly you pulled a gun out of your coat.
"(f/n), what are you doing?" John asked franticly.
"John. That is not Mary."
"Yes it is. How would you know you never met her." His eyes were angry and confused.
"Sherlock showed me