Blood Stains (Moriarty X Reader)
Type: Slightly psychopathic Moriarty fluff
Warnings: Mentions of blood/violence
Summary/Prompt: Jim has his own ways of showing affection
Word count: 481Requested by @deadlydreams01 but I’ve lost the actual request so sorryyy
The night was cold and dark, just the way you liked it. Walking hand in hand with your lover, one of the world’s most notorious criminals, feeling like nothing could ever break you apart.
That is, until you come across a group of collage boys, who’ve had slightly too much to drink.
“Hey gorgeous, nice ass!” called one of them, laughing as his friends wolf-whistled.
Jim’s grip on your hand tightened like a vice, and you could hear his breathing speed up. You rubbed your thumb on his hand comfortingly.
“Babe.” you said, pecking him on the lips. “Don’t listen to them, they’re just drunken assholes. I’m yours.”
He didn’t say anything more, only changed the course of your walk and headed for home. As soon as you crossed the threshold, he had you pushed against the wall, lips sucking dark purple bruises onto your neck.
“You’re mine.” he growled, pushing back from the wall and releasing you.
“All yours baby.” you whispered soothingly. “Come on, it’s late. Let’s get some sleep.”
*the next afternoon*
You heard the front door slam shut as Jim called you. He’d had to go out to take care of some business, and so you put a marker in your book and quickly headed downstairs to greet him.
You raised your eyebrows as he turned to you, grinning manically. There were small spots of blood across his face and his white shirt, and you tutted.
“Jim, this was brand new! These blood stains are never going to come out now.” you sighed, taking his blazer off him.
“I was only trying to help babe. Could’ve gotten Seb to do it, but I went and took them down myself, especially for you.” he pouted, an expression on his face like a kicked puppy.
Smiling slightly, you leaned in to kiss him, playfully capturing his bottom lip in between your teeth as the metallic taste of blood invaded your mouth.
“Thanks baby, it means a lot to me.” you whispered.
Jim picked up a small remote from the table next to the door, and after pressing a few buttons, ‘I Want To Break Free’ by Queen began to play through the various speakers in the house.
He intertwined your hands with his, your soft innocent fingers wrapped around ones with so much death connected to them.
“Would you care to dance, princess?” Jim smirked, wrapping one arm around your waist as he began to sway you from side to side.
“Of course, my darling.” you chuckled.
Neither of you were even attempting to move in time to the music, and yet your rhythm was perfect, the two of you moving as one, beautifully in love.
“What music are you dancing to love? Because it’s certainly not Queen.” you giggled, and he grinned.
“It’s the music in my head, babe. It only plays when I’m with you.”