Siblings Part 2- A Sherlock/Moriarty X Reader by PrimeAlpha02, literature
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Siblings Part 2- A Sherlock/Moriarty X Reader
Siblings
Part Two- Moriarty Memories
A Sherlock/Moriarty X Reader
Written By PrimeAlpha02
You sat on the chair, legs crossed, holding yesterday's newspaper in your hands, reading articles about Jim. It amused you how reporters have to write articles about Jim with such limited information about him, meanwhile you know almost everything about him without even wanting to. You set the newspaper down on your lap as you pulled back your sleeve and peered at your expensive silver watch that was around your wrist. It was 4:21 in the afternoon. You sighed. Sherlock and Mycroft were one minute late. They were the ones who arranged this meetin
Siblings Part Four- A Sherlock/Moriarty X Reader by PrimeAlpha02, literature
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Siblings Part Four- A Sherlock/Moriarty X Reader
Siblings
Part Four- Undercover
A Sherlock/Moriarty X Reader
Written By PrimeAlpha02
You burst into Sherlock's flat, expecting it to be empty and silent, but to your surprise, you were not alone when you entered the flat. Sherlock sat on the leather chair and Mycroft and Lestrade were sitting on the couch. They all turned to look at you with blank faces. “You're...early?!” You exclaimed, completely showing how shocked you were. You smiled. “This is a nice change.” You pointed out, as you walked towards the window. “Well, we were anxious to see you. It's been two weeks, f/n.” Sherlock explained.
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Siblings Part Five- A Sherlock/Moriarty X Reader by PrimeAlpha02, literature
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Siblings Part Five- A Sherlock/Moriarty X Reader
Siblings
Part Five- Plan
A Sherlock/Moriarty X Reader
Written By PrimeAlpha02
You hopped out of the taxi, closed the door, and began walking towards the abandoned warehouse. The taxi window rolled down. “Hey, lady! Pay up!” The cabbie barked in an annoyed tone. You stopped walking and turned your head towards the cab. “I've got a gun tucked under my shirt, so I suggest you drive away quietly before anyone gets hurt.” You snapped. Just to prove that you were telling the truth, you pulled your shirt up to reveal a handgun. The cabbie was silent for a moment, then you heard the window close and the taxi drive awa
“John, I need your help with this case. Mrs Hudson let me up... who’re you?” Lestrade asked as he walked into the Baker Street apartment. He had met John Watson a few months ago and now occasionally came to him for opinions on cases over a beer or two. He’d honestly call John his friend even though he didn’t know too much about John’s past. He knew the short man had served as an army doctor and got wounded and lived with a roommate (he assumed it was a roommate since he’d never met the other person) in a rather nice flat. He had been to his flat once or twice. It had always been clean and tidy and there was always tea and biscuits and baked goods ready. He assumed Mrs.Hudson did all of that. But now seeing a tall slender pale figure covered in flour peeking around the corner, Lestrade thought again. The figure stepped out and around. It was a man, no. The twitchy brown ears and curly swishing tail told a different story. A catboy. And a really rather large one. Usually catboys and