Requested by anon:
I would love to read your version of Moriarty becoming interested in the reader (either sexually or just typical Moriarty) and Sherlock gets upset and protective because she’s his girlfriend/fiancé/wife. Flirting, Innuendos, and everything that makes Moriarty the beautiful human that he is
Pairing: Sherlock x reader / Moriarty flirting with reader.
Word count: 1,132
Warning: Sexual innuendos.
A/N: Jim is such a complex character… Feedback is highly appreciated, guys!
Sherlock had never run
faster in his whole life. Not even the pouring rain could stop him; no matter
how much he slipped, he would get up and continue to run. The people around him
would either move to the side, freeing the way, or be pushed by him. He had to
get back to 221B.
The fear, the anxiety,
the nerves got over him, taking over the bit of control he had of himself and
his own emotions. His hands, forehead and armpits were sweating and his heart
was beating faster – and no, it had nothing to do with his current running
marathon – without mentioning the fact that he was looking paler than usual.
He was human, after
all, and knowing that the one person who could get him to feel, to embrace his
humanity, could be in mortal danger was more than enough for him to forget
about everything else and act like a regular person would. If it had been
someone else, except for John of course, he would’ve acted as chill as possible;
but it was (Y/N) and there was no time to play-pretend when it came to her.
It was just one text
message, a very simple and annoyed one that made him lose all control. She had
sent it, or so it seemed, because Sherlock received it from her phone. It could’ve
been a trap, or worse, but that didn’t matter because Sherlock would become
even more reckless when she was involved.
If he exploded, if he
got murdered, or trapped or kidnapped, it didn’t matter. As long as she was
safe… he would go to the end of the world and sacrifice himself to the Gods if
His fear was such that
his whole body turned off the physical sensations, and so he didn’t notice the
muscular exhaustion that was caused by him crossing London by foot in less than
ten minutes. He also didn’t feel the scrapes on his knees and elbows, as well
as that little twist in his ankle. No, all he could focus on was saving (Y/N).
Being Sherlock and Mycroft’s Little Sister Would Involve
Requested by anon
Petty arguments with Sherlock about “trivial things” as Mycroft says but as soon as Mycroft tells you two to “Stop acting like children” you and Sherlock would turn on him. You imitating Mycroft, Sherlock with a quick comeback.
You’d be as smart as Sherlock but a little more absent minded. Sometimes you’d notice things that he wouldn’t but wouldn’t mention it because Sherlock probably already noticed and you’d just annoy him. Sherlock would soon realise you noticed different things so would start asking you.
They would both be very protective older brothers. Mycroft would be exhausted worrying about you both but he would know that if you and Sherlock went missing together you’d be fine.
Buying Sherlock Pirate themed birthday gifts every year. He raises an eyebrow at you but can’t help smiling when no one’s looking.
Buying Mycroft a keychain with an umbrella on it.
Often showing up to wherever Mycroft or Sherlock are because you’re “bored” and “need supervision, don’t I brother mine?”
Moriarty would get an interest in you. At first only to get to Sherlock but he quickly realises you’re quite interesting yourself. You’d tease him, mainly just to annoy Sherlock and Mycroft. Mycroft would “forbid” you from seeing him but you’d just laugh, knowing that wouldn’t work.
Sherlock calling you once to ask you for advice with Jeanine or Irene. He hung up because you wouldn’t stop laughing for three whole minutes. “Are you quite finished?” ‘Yes, sorry I just-” You burst into laughter again and Sherlock gives up.
When you were younger you’d be trying constantly to get their attention. You’d have learnt what interests them and would use this to your advantage. When you were in your teens, you would put yourself in slightly dangerous situations to get their attention. This would annoy Mycroft but amuse Sherlock.
They’d call you to settle their arguments. You’d flip a coin and give them a quick answer when you were preoccupied.
Teasing them, and receiving the same in return.
Learning to fight with a normal umbrella (without the sword) just to annoy Mycroft. He thinks it’s quite impressive.
John would at first think you were Sherlock’s girlfriend, or Mrs Hudson’s grand daughter. You’d think this was hilarious but Sherlock would just roll his eyes and carry on with the previous topic.
Sherlock worrying about you when you call him to say you’re bored. He picks you up and takes you on a case, knowing what you tend to do when you get bored.
Lestrade would be impressed by you. He’d quite enjoy talking to you.
Even though Sherlock and Mycroft could be arrogant, petty and overprotective, you’d love them, and would be sure to remind them of this constantly (if only to make them uncomfortable).
Included in this preference is: Steve Rogers (Captain America), Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier), Frank Castle (The Punisher), Lucifer Morningstar, Barry Allen (The Flash), Legolas, Sherlock Holmes, and Jim Moriarty.
Summary: Reader is kidnapped by Moriarty who doesn’t know that she belongs to Loki.
Women are not possessions, sorry for this poor formulation.
[NOT MY GIF]
He was yelling. Again. You could not hear what he was saying, but you knew he was coming for you. It is what he had done for the two previous days.
He had flung open the door of your cell and brought you to a darkened room where long, sharp knives were displayed on a huge table. He tied you up to a chair and stared at you for a moment. He could not understand your fearlessness and your obvious indifference towards pain.
“Why?! Why do you keep smiling? What’s so funny?” He asked, definitely irritated.
“I told you, Jim, you amuse me.” Even if he was behind you, you could cherish an incontestable annoyance in his voice.
“Yes, you keep repeating that, again and again.” He came closer. “I thought it would pass.” You could feel his warm breath behind your ear. “Do you enjoy being tortured?” He smirked.
“No, but I always enjoy a good revenge.”
“You’re threatening me?!” He chuckled. “Should I remind you who’s about to be skinned alive?” He grinned.
“Skin me? My God, no, you won’t let him do that?!”
For the first time, he had managed to frighten you and he seemed satisfied.
“Ah! I knew you were faking strength, you’re a good liar though.”
“She’s had a good master.” The voice behind him said.
“Well, well, well. Who are you and how did you get here?” Your kidnapper yelled, turning to the tall, handsome, smirking man in a black, green and golden armour.
“You took your time!” You said, ignoring Jim’s questions.
“Sorry, Love, I had important affairs to deal with in Asgard.” He answered while untying you.
“Shouldn’t your betrothed be your priority?” You asked.
“You are and you always will be my priority. But something told me you were having fun.”
“Can’t deny it.” You replied smiling. Valhalla knew he had missed that smile.
Loki opened his mouth to talk, but the sound of a throat clearing interrupted him.
“See how you distract me?” You rolled your eyes, seemingly more amused than annoyed. “I had almost forgotten about him.”
“Don’t make me ask again! Who are you and how did you come here? No one ever gets to me!” Moriarty yelled, fire burning in his eyes.
Before he knew what was happening, he felt his body crashing against the nearby wall, powerful hands strangling and lifting him.
“I did. Now, show me some respect. I am a God and I will not let a feeble mortal — no offence love — talk to me in such a way.” Loki responded.
He was about to break his neck when he heard your voice. “Wait! Please don’t kill him. Death isn’t the punishment he deserves. I told him about a revenge. I want him to be my pet.”
“Your pet?!” He mischievously grinned. “As you wish. Now, shall we go?”
Jim would make it very clear to everyone (especially Sherlock) that you were his.
Anyone even remotely threatening to your safety wouldn’t get within ten metres of you.
Going out for extravagant, elegant dinners and dances when Jim had managed to clear a restaurant/location for the two of you. These dates would all be last minute so Jim would supply you with suitable attire.
“If someone pulls up in a car next to you, you must not get in, alright?” This backfires on him later when he picks you up and you ignore him just to annoy him. “(Y/n), get in the fucking car.”
Even though he would be possessive, it would be sort of behind the scenes possession. As in he would tell you you could do whatever you wanted but would keep an eye on you. If he wanted you in a specific place or to spend time with him he would someone manipulate you into doing so.
Calling him Queen or King.
He would call you “Kitten” or “Jewel”
Sherlock would finally meet you when Jim sent you to 221b on a “diplomatic mission”. Really, it would be an exercise of Jim’s power, showing Sherlock that even in his own flat, no harm would come to you.
Sherlock would find you quite fascinating because you hadn’t bored Jim, which seemed unusual.
You would just smile slyly as Sherlock tried to deduce you, (this would annoy Sherlock even more).
Jim would kiss you with a lot of force. It would be exciting yet terrifying.
Whenever you made a sarcastic remark to Jim he would imitate you, “Oh I’m outsmarting my boyfriend ohh” You’d laugh, sticking your tongue out at him. Jim would smirk, asking you if you wanted to put that tongue to better use. (Depending on his mood he may just pull out a lollipop.)
He would buy you a crown.
Jim would enjoy making you tea for some reason. Whenever you had to buy him a gift you’d get him fancy tea cups.
When he was in a rage and smashing things he would usually hesitate to smash the teacups you gave him. This hesitation would cause him to calm down slightly.
So for a request maybe Sherlock gets cuddly when he is sad or frustrated (he claims it is to release oxytocin and stuff to cheer him up) and just fluffy fluff maybe you are watching a cheesy rom com and pizza too- I don’t care what you do as long as it is Sherlock centric and fluffy. Have a nice day and thanks for reading!!
Sherlock groaned in frustration for the thirty seventh time this afternoon. You shook your head and smiled while you cleaned the pots. He’d been stuck on a case for a month, which was a long time for Sherlock, when he finally came up with the solution and killer. However, the killer was found not guilty at the court. Normally, Sherlock wouldn’t care as that was the case and he did his job; it was over and done with. He was just annoyed in this instance due to the amount of work he did. You tried to be helpful but that was hard with the consulting detective.
You put away a mug into the cupboard when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist. This caught you by surprise.
“Easy there, tiger,” You giggled. “What’s suddenly put you in a good mood?”
“Nothing,” Sherlock muttered. “More like what’s put me in a bad mood. However, the release of oxytocin should improve my mood. Stress blocks the release of oxytocin; therefore I need to get rid of the stress and you help the stress go away.”
“Oh. Um, thank you?”
“Why don’t we watch a film or… Something.”
“You never want to watch a film, unless it is for a case.”
“Oxytocin, my dear.”
“Yes, yes of course.”
Sherlock walked into the living room with DVDs in his hands after you finished preparing for the evening.
“So we have these romantic comedies which you seem to love. Bridget Jones’ Diary and-” Sherlock stopped in his tracks when he saw you. “You’ve eaten half of the popcorn!”
“Well…” You trailed off.
“And we’ve ordered pizza!”
“Sorry!” There was a knock on the door. You got up and answered it. You retrieved your pizza and paid the man. When you returned, Sherlock was in the bedroom getting changed into his pyjamas. You were already in yours. “Sherly, the pizza is here!”
“I know! I heard!” He walked out of the room and sat on the sofa. “So, Bridget Jones?”
You were lying on the sofa, you in Sherlock’s arms as the credits came on signalling the end of the movie.
“That was the biggest amount of rubbish I have ever watched,” Sherlock informed you. “It’s even worse than when John made me watch James Bond.”