Hey! So this is gonna be my first ever Moriarty x Reader fic, I hope you guys like it. (It might be a series…)
Plot: You are a crime scene photographer working alongisde Sherlock, John and Lestrade. You capture something you weren’t supposed to…
Guide: C/N = Client Name
The sound of your camera snapped a photo of the dead body in front of you. You quickly looked down at the screen and blankly stared before it disappeared again. You were a photographer.
Well… You took a course at university to be a creative photographer but ended up being a crime scene photographer. You also worked alongside Sherlock and John. The two were very famous in the media, Sherlock was a ‘consulting detective’ whilst John was a blog writer and wrote about the two. Sherlock said you were the best photographer he’s ever seen and regularly uses your photos for evidence. John also uses your photos on his blog. It has given you quite good rep in the past.
But you were just working alone this morning. Sherlock and John were caught up with a particular man called Moriarty.
“I admire him, I love him, I long for his approval. But he cares little for his family; he’s often said so. If I vanished, he wouldn’t notice, if I died he wouldn’t care. I think of him all the time, and he thinks of me not at all. I love him, and my love torments me. There are times when I feel like a ghost beside him; as if he alone is real, and I’m just a daydream.” - The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ, Philip Pullman.
You know who i love? Richard Brook. A pseudonym and not really an actor, but he was meant to take the fall for Sherlock, even saying he was sorry and everything. Definitely no misdirection there. Just a nice guy. Left him a lovely video message to remember him by.
You know who i love? Mary Watson. A pseudonym and not really a nurse, but she took the fall for Sherlock, even saying she was sorry and everything. Definitely no misdirection there. Just a nice lady. Left him a lovely video message to remember her by.