bbc sherlock series 3

Sherlock: I know! But the thing is, we’ve taken away all the things that can possibly have happened, so I suppose the only thing that’s left, even though it seems really weird, must be the thing that did happen, in fact.

Lestrade: Snappily put.

Little Holmes Part 3(Final) - Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by twentyonekpoppilots

AN: The final part dun dun dun! It’s a bit long but it’s worth it. I also experimented with the use of gifs so it looks even longer. After this go follow me because I will be posting a lot of Moriarty and your other favourite characters. Send in a request and I will be happy to write for whatever character you want me to. 

Previous Chapters: (Part 1) (Part 2)

Overall summary: Moriarty teases Sherlock because he slept with you. Sherlock’s little sister.

In this chapter: Does Moriarty have a weakness?  (Based on ‘The Reinchenbach Fall’)

Word count: 5,670 (It’s worth it. I know it’s long, I’m sorry.)

Warnings: Bit long, heated make out scene but not much else, some violence in the end, some strong language.

“If you could break any bank, what do you care about the highest bidder?” Sherlock asked Moriarty. The two men have been in the flat a while, simply talking.

“I don’t. I just like to watch them all competing. ‘Daddy loves me the best!’ Aren’t ordinary people adorable? Well, you know, you’ve got John. I should get myself a live-in one.” Moriarty brought another piece of apple that he had been carving to his mouth.

“Why are you doing all of this?” Sherlock asked however Moriarty was still thinking about a flat mate.

“It’d be so funny.” He muttered. 

“You don’t want money or power. Not really. What is it all for?” 

“I want to solve the problem. Our problem; the final problem.” Moriarty lent forward, his eyes not leaving Sherlock. “It’s gonna start very soon, Sherlock, the fall. But don’t be scared. Falling’s just like flying, except there’s a more permanent destination.” Moriarty then whistled a descend, followed by a crashing thundering noise once he figuratively hit the floor. He raises his head, staring up at Sherlock.

“Never liked riddles.” Sherlock rose to his feet, joined by Moriarty as he straightened his jacket.

“Learn to. Because I owe you a fall, Sherlock. I…owe…you.” Moriarty told Sherlock. 

Sherlock looked as if he was going to say something when your voice interrupted. 

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