sherlock x moriarty

Living with Jim Moriarty Would Include

Requested by two anons! (Seriously though I live for these little platonic things.)

Originally posted by twentyonekpoppilots


  • Yourself and Jim would have been friends for a long time so when he got bored of most other people he would have called you up, afterall, he didn’t find you too tedious.
  • Unfortunately to keep himself (and you) safe, you weren’t allowed to actually know where you two lived exactly. This made it quite awkward when you wanted to order things off Amazon. Jim would end up paying for a PO Box for you so you could get “little treats”.
  • Dancing to loud music in your shared flat. Jim takes your hands and twirls you around, mouthing along to the song while you laugh. 
  • Sherlock would work out Jim had a flat-mate from all the little hints he dropped. This would completely confuse Sherlock but he could never find out who you were.
    “They’re no one Sherlock. Well, no one to you, they are a lot to me.”
  • Jim would often rant to you about his day.
    “But how can they be so stupid? It’s painful.”
  • Running one of his phones. You text quite a few people from this phone (usually while Jim cooks dinner - sometimes he likes to “play domestic”)
  • He would actually cook for you a lot, when he had time.
  • Sherlock would realise it was you running that phone (even though he’s never actually met you) and you would tease him with little games. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself playing along, even though he knew it was pointless.
  • Jim would make sure no one ever got to you. You were his top security priority.
  • Jim would call you his “live-in” or “pet”.
  • He would joke that you and John should get along well but you just roll your eyes and tell Jim that you’re not his blogger.
  • Jim offers to run your blog but you laugh and tell him no.
  • He would often test his little plans by you first.
  • Using other people to talk for him would have been your idea (even if you had meant it as a joke).
  • He wanted to test it out by speaking for you when you go on a date, you tell him no and make him go on the date instead. He comes back an hour later with lipstick all over his face, “I hate you.”
  • Going on “dates” to the art gallery, the pool, the hospital.
    “(Y/n)!” Jim sings, “Come out for a date with me!”
    “A date?”
    “Yes of course. Not really. I need to scout out the location. Come come.”

  • Buying him a tiara. 
    He wears it.
  • Playing chess. But not proper chess. You play it together as if it’s a real battle, just charging all the pieces together, with dramatic audio from you and Jim in silly voices.
  • Jim sometimes sleeping next to you in bed because your breathing helps him think. 
  • “No one will ever get to you. Not Holmes, not Watson. No one.”

Related to: Living With Sherlock Would Involve
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your phone’s battery is dead, you’re bored as hell, and Jim lets you borrow his phone. you’re swipe-swipe-swiping away through his gallery and you stumble upon this picture.

your eyes widened and you try your hardest to not laugh.

Jim saw your face burning red in pain and looked over your shoulder.

Jim kissed you on your cheek for not laughing, and that’s when you couldn’t hold it in anymore. everyone in that place, the laundromat next door, and a street vendor across the street heard your laughter. Jim texts the picture now and then when he sees you’re in a bad mood.

someone: *mentions riverdale*

me:👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

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2 Months Post-TFP Moodboard

See also: The Unfinished Act of Sherlock Series 4, How Our Understanding of TJLC has Evolved, Thoughts On this Transition Shot, Within the Narrative and the Hoax of Series 4, How TAB Foreshadowed Series 4, and Everybody Else.

Bonus:

you begrudgingly came to a job interview with a guy called James Moriarty.

JM: [Y/FN] [Y/LN], master thief, assassin for hire, and hacker extraordinaire.

[Y/N]: not sure about the last thing, but thankyou.

JM: i’ve heard stories about you and they never fail to make me go “ooohh”. now that you’re here, i want you to steal something with me.

[Y/N]: and that would be…?

JM: Something just a bit more valuable than those you have stolen in the past.

JM: We’re going to steal…. the future.

Dating Jim Moriarty would involve...

·       Him getting jealous easily

·       Him being extremely protective over you

·       Him getting you anything you want

·       “You don’t have to buy me anything”

·       “Who says I’m going to buy it”

·       Him threatening, or injuring anyone who dares to flirt with you

·       Him making sure you are always protected

·       “How did I manage this?”

·       “Manage what?”

·       “How did I make the worlds dangerous criminal fall in love with me”

·       Him dropping everything if you need him

·       “Sir, you’re needed”

·       “I’m busy”

·       “It’s Y/N”

·       “Cancel everything”

·       Jealous sex

·       Rough sex

·       Passionate sex

·       Just any type of sex to be honest

·       Being his partner in crime

Am I mad? - Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by conduitstr

AN: Well, just a little something to keep you going until Friday cause on Friday I have a whole week off and I’m spending it writing!

Summary: You’re in Sherrinford and Moriarty takes a liking to you

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Warnings:

“They think I’m mad.” You cooed as you crossed your legs underneath you. 

“Aren’t you?” Moriarty’s lips twisted upwards slightly as he observed you.

“What do you think?” You asked, cocking your eyebrow. 

“I think you’re wasted here.” 

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I always enjoy a good revenge.

Summary: Reader is kidnapped by Moriarty who don’t know that she belongs to Loki.


[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 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 the look of annoyance on his face.

“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?! Oh my God, I might have been a bit too adventurous, but you won’t let him do that to me. Will you?” You whispered.

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 armor.

“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 this 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. “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 offense love — talk to me in such a way.” Loki responded.

He was about to break his neck when he heard your voice. “Dove, 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?”


Originally posted on AO3.

Thanks for reading! Comments, suggestions and feedbacks are welcome and awaited. Sorry for the mistakes, English isn’t my first language. LLAP

- R.S.

My Enemy’s Woman - Request

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!

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Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

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 necessary.

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).

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JM: [Y/N], put that camera down.

[Y/N]: i’m trying out the new phone you got me! so far so good~

JM: You’re lucky you’re wonderfully interesting and pure evil.

You grinned and he couldn’t help but to grin back.