The Baker- Moriarty x Reader Chpt- 8After apologizing to John profusely, you tugged a lock of Sherlock’s hair, “I may have kissed John but you injured that that sweet girl… I’ve told you time and time again that it’s sometimes best to let people discover things on their own.”The Baker- Moriarty x Reader Chpt- 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
“I was only trying to help,” he said, batting you hand away without looking up, and you rolled your eyes, picking up one of the trainers to look it over while he went over what he’d gotten from them. He was reaching the end when you tilted your head, causing him to pause, “Tell me.”
“Something about this seems familiar but I’m having trouble placing it…. 20 years… I was barely ten and you only thirteen. Mycroft had just left for university,” you trailed off pressing a thumb to you lips in thought. Sherlock blinked a couple of times and then softly breathed, “Carl Powers.”
Your head snapped up, “What?”
“Don’t you reme
Breakfast With Jim (Moriarty x reader)You leaned back into Jim Moriaty’s chest and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed you into him. It was interesting when you met him.Breakfast With Jim (Moriarty x reader)2 years ago in Short Stories
You were sitting in the park writing poetry. It was a common thing for you since you found the tree in the park after your few weeks in London. A shadow crossed over your notebook and you looked up to see a man. He had stubble around his face, mysteriously dark eyes, and he looked quite menacing, he had a fancy suit on.
“Hello,” he said and his Irish accent flooded through the word.
“Hi, can I help you?” You asked cautiously.
“I’ve seen you quite a lot here, I was curious to see why. As you can tell, not many people come here.”
“That’s why I like it.” You smiled.
“So what do you do in that little notebook of yours? Tell secrets?” His eyebrows rose as if you were telling him a secret.
“No, not always,
I.O.U - Moriarty x ReaderOwing a consulting criminal a favor is one of the most terrifying things in the entire world. It's almost as terrifying as owing the Devil your soul.I.O.U - Moriarty x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction
Especially when this one has a sharp tongue and a quick wit that could send any man or woman head over heels for him. His brown eyes and handsome face also does the trick as well.
What adds to the suspense is that you never know when they're going to request that you return the favor. People anxiously wait by the phone, preparing themselves for what anomalous request they require them to do.
And she was one of those hundreds of people. Only instead of awaiting a phone call or text message from him with a statement of what he would like to be done, she was called to his apartment and was taken there whether she liked it or not. Which meant leaving her home in her pajamas and her (h/c) in a ponytail.
She pushed her hair out of her eyes and waltzed into his office area where he stood with his back facing her, staring out at the landscape of
The Baker- Moriarty x Reader Chpt- 3They waited as you set things up with Susan so that the bakery would still run while you were gone and then you beckoned for them to follow. You led them through the back where the ovens were and a small office that they assumed was yours, and then up a flight of stairs. All the way you and Sherlock chatted about your most recent work for Mycroft, as where your brother fancied science, you fancied technology, and you often tinkered with things for the government to keep you from the boredom.The Baker- Moriarty x Reader Chpt- 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
I mean come on, what Holmes could ever be satisfied with something as normal as being a baker without something to keep their brain busy?
You let them take in your flat as you pulled off your apron and tossed it at a hamper in the corner before moving to a wide worktable with a number of computer monitors and large screens surrounding it, the large one on the wall in the middle blinking in a pressing way. You balanced yourself on your knee in the swivel chair in front of it and pressed at a few but
My Only Weakness - Father!Moriarty x Teen!ReaderWell, today has been boring. No surprise there.My Only Weakness - Father!Moriarty x Teen!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction
I storm pass the eyes that are gawking at me. I don't care what they think of me. I don't care for what they have to say. I tear my hair out of the bun that it has been trapped in the entire day and allow my hair to fall down. I tug on my tie and loosen it as I turn the corner of the corridor.
Stupid uniform. Why must it be so restricting?
I fix the bag that is hanging loosely on my shoulder. I reach the door of his office after pushing past multiple people. I dismiss the rude sound of people muttering as I open the door and storm inside without taking the time to knock.
The room is quiet. All I can hear is him muttering to someone, most likely a client. I throw my bag onto the chair in the room and slide out of my agonizing shoes. Why do I bother wearing these? The only reason I like them is because they're rather cute.
I turn to the rather large desk in the door. The back of his chair is facing me. I skip across the laminate floor, my f
A Companion (Moriarty x Reader One Shot)You were a bad person. It was just a fact of life.A Companion (Moriarty x Reader One Shot)2 years ago in General Fiction
You didn’t care. In fact, you enjoyed it. Being evil was so delightfully delicious and terribly fun. It also meant you got meet the most interesting people, including your current boyfriend, Jim Moriarty.
You thought about that for a moment, relishing in the memory of the first time you’d met, before wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, “Jim~”
He was at his desk, working on something you knew was important, and didn’t stop to respond, “Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like what you’re about to say?”
You spun him, forcing him to stop, an action only you could get away with and even then it was still a little dangerous. He glared up at you but you ignored it, straddling his lap as you tugged at his tie.
“You want something. What?” He stated flatly.
You gave him your best pouty face, a move you only pulled when you really, really wanted something,