#jim moriarty imagine

[entitled-fangirl]

A deer in the headlights.

Jim Moriarty x reader

Summary: Jim comes home early and scares the reader, prompting a panic attack.

Words: 811

Warning: panic attack, but hey, comforting criminal Jim! Also... criminal Jim.

Author's note: I don't own the character Jim Moriarty! And you know I couldn't resist using a Fleabag gif. Andrew Scott has my <3

Masterlist

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She sat on the couch of their shared home, her legs pulled up to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her legs, holding her book out for her to read. It was a cute sight, seeing her so comfortable in their home. 

Jim opened the door, his hands immediately moving to loosen his tie. He shook off his blazer, hanging it over one of the dining room chairs. He was quiet, almost silent. It was one of his favorite attributes of himself, being practically silent when he moved.

She hadn’t noticed him yet, her gaze focused on the book in front of her. He decided to have a little fun with his darling deer. 

He stalked up behind her. Her long hair was hanging off the back of the couch. Even as the conspiring smirk showed on his face, he couldn’t help but admire her. He continued his plan, his steps careful and meticulously done. 

He got slightly distracted staring at her hair, the tile under him squeaking. He froze, as did she. Her head moved up, her eyes looking straight forward at the wall like a deer in the headlights. He knows her so well, he can practically see the look on her face, knowing that she is now contemplating her options. 

As if instinct, his little deer jumped up, her book falling to the ground as she sprinted to their shared room. Jim smiled. He loved a game like this. He ran behind her quickly. His longer legs catching up to her.

The stairs slowed her down, her shorter legs moving quickly. He followed quickly behind her, not caring to be quiet anymore. As his foot hit the top step, she was within his reach. 

His hands wrap around her waist, pulling her to him. She let out a small squeal in fear. He smiled, resting his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her hair covered his face, but he didn’t mind. It gave him an extra opportunity to smell her sweet scent. 

Her body completely froze. Her fear was an aura surrounding her at this point. Jim finally noticed her quick breaths, and her hands that had his in a death grip around her waist. She was very scared.

His grip loosened immediately. He turned her around to let her see him. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears and they carried an uncertain look to them. He had seen this look. She was having a panic attack.

Her eyes may be looking at him, but she didn’t see him. She was in her own little world. A world of fear.

His heart dropped. His hands naturally moved to her face, cupping both of her cheeks, and pulling her face to his. Her hands jump to his, her death grip continuing. 

“Shh… it’s alright…. Shh….shh…,” he said in a comforting tone.

It seemed to calm her slightly, her body recognizing his touch, even if her brain didn’t. The tears began to fall from her eyes, another sign of her body relaxing further.

He smiled gently at her, his voice low, “Little deer, it’s alright. You’re safe…. You’re safe.”

Her body lets out a soft sigh, shaky from the tears. Her voice came out broken from the hiccuping of her diaphragm, “J…James…?”

He laughed at this. His deer was so precious. The thumb on one of the hands resting on her face began to gently move back and forth, giving her a feeling of comfort. “Yes. I’m here.”

He hated seeing her this way, but he also loved it. How she always ran into his arms when she was scared. Like now.

She let out a sob, her arms moving around his neck, pulling her to him. She began to cry harder into his chest. His hands moved to her waist, wrapping around her.

“I’m sorry, deer. I didn’t know I would frighten you like this. I wouldn’t have done so, had I known. Shh… it’s alright...,” he continued.

As her tears began to settle down, she pulled away from him. She pulled one of her arms to her face to wipe the tears, but he stopped her, his hand wrapping around her wrist. The other hand moved to her face as he gently wiped the tears for her. 

She sniffles, “You’re home early.”

He let out a loud laugh at this, “You silly girl. Of course I am. I told you I would be.”

Her eyes met his, “I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize, little deer. You should know by now that I would never let anything happen to you."

She nods slightly, moving back into his embrace, to which he happily obliged. The feeling of her in his arms was his favorite.

One of his hands moved to the back of her head, playing with her hair. “I will call Seb, and tell him to consider me off for the rest of the day. It is you and I for tonight. No interruptions. No phone calls. Could you even begin to forgive me, angel?”

He could feel her smile against his shoulder. “Of course, James.”

He sighs, kissing the top of her head, “Thank you, little deer. Now, let’s go relax, huh?”

She lets him lead her the rest of the way to their room to make up for lost time.

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[moriartsy]

beyond gilded chains

pairing: jim moriarty x fem!reader

warnings: toxic parents, anxiety attack, sexual tension

summary: what is the lesser of two evils? your father and his world of elites he wants to trap you in? or the overt yet unspoken reality of moriarty's darkness?

w/c: 1.7K

a/n: okay, i know this is kind of cliché, but i have an idea for a jim moriarty story and i have to warm up before i get into it. so i wrote this. i plan on writing a second part and possibly making it a series of oneshots / drabbles. but we'll see how it goes...you can send in requests if you want (and if there are any moriarty enthusiasts still)! thank you for reading !! <3

The grand ballroom of the opulent Ravenscroft Hall shimmered with a golden hue as crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a soft, ambient glow. A symphony of murmurs filled the air, blending seamlessly with the soothing melodies of a string quartet playing in the background. Lavish floral arrangements adorned each table, their fragrances intermingling with the scent of expensive perfumes a polished mahogany.

You stood at the periphery of the extravagant scene, your eyes wandering over the sea of elegantly dressed attendees, each adorned in designer gowns and tailored suits. You fidgeted with the hem of your own exquisite dress, a creation of silk and lace that clung to your figure with the same precision as the couturier's careful stitching.

Despite the expensive fabric enveloping your body, your mood was in a poor state. Honestly, you’d rather be at home, rewatching The Office for the millionth time, but your parents will never let you not attend these events. It's like a chore.

Your parents were proponents of social grace and high society and they had meticulously trained you to navigate such events with poise, concealing any trace of your true feelings beneath a veneer of practiced smiles and genteel conversation.

You sighed.

Suddenly, you felt a new presence at your side. Following the sound of slow footsteps, you found one of your father's associates wearing a smirk that mirrored the self-assured glint in his eyes, sauntering towards you with his hand in the pocket of his dark pants as the other held the fragile flute, a fizzy liquid swirling inside.

"I can see attending these social shindigs brings you such a genuine pleasure. A sheer joy is just radiating from your every pore.“ he said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

You forced a tight smile. "That would be an understatement, Moriarty."

You took a sip of your Dom Pérignon, the liquid gold sliding down your throat as Jim chuckled, unfazed by your icy demeanor.

"Is there something you want, Moriarty, or are you just here to grace me with your charming company?"

Moriarty grinned, "I'm just marveling at the spectacle, my dear. Your enthusiasm is truly contagious."

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, "If that's all, then kindly go and marvel elsewhere. Go strangle someone just because they looked at you the wrong way."

Moriarty feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart as his lips formed an 'O' and his brown eyes widened.

"Oh, (Y/N), don't be like that. I thought we were bonding over our shared love for wealth and excess this boring bunch put on display oh so exquisitely," he said as his hand, still occupied by the glass, swept over the room before facing you again with a knowing smile. "But just so you know. I just did." He added with mischief.

You honestly didn't know if he was joking just to entertain you or maybe intimidate you. Moriarty was capable of bringing all of those people to their knees right in that instance. Including you.

"Do you really want my father to come after you that much? He won't stand for anyone bothering his precious daughter, you know," you sassed with an ironic smile, bluffing your way through.

"Ah, the protective father card, awfully clever.“ He murmured, his eyebrows knitted together before his expression became serious again as he leaned in. His scent invaded your nostrils as you fought to maintain your composure. "But you and I both know, (Y/N), your dear father is at my beck and call. He wouldn't dare lift a finger against me, no matter how many threats you throw around."

You held his gaze, but as much as you tried to hide the signs of the turmoil he stirred within you, you cou+ldn’t help but grind your teeth together. You knew there was no point in attempting to deceive him. He was remarkably good at reading people and you couldn’t be more of an open book to him.

His eyes fell to your lips just for a millisecond before they bored into yours once again.

Suddenly, a clink of the glasses between your bodies made you jump and he smirked at that.

"Cheers," he said with his psychotically soft voice, taking a sip of his drink. With that, Jim turned around a walked away, disappearing into the sea of the richest.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He seems to always find you at these events, making your blood boil every time.

Your solitude was short-lived, though, because soon enough, your father appeared at your side. He observed you with a scrutinizing gaze.

"(Y/N), my dear, what was that all about? What did that spider want?"

Always adept at concealing the complexities of your emotions, you responded with a nonchalant smile.

"Oh, nothing. Just a brief exchange of pleasantries."

He probed further. "Pleasantries? You seemed rather tense. Did he say anything about me? Any threats, perhaps?“

Your father was a man driven by self-interest and the desire to maintain his social standing. Moriarty was right, your father would be willing to sell you in pieces if it meant saving his own ass.

You shook your head, your expression composed. "No, Dad, nothing like that. Just some small talk."

Satisfied but still slightly suspicious, your father linked his arm with yours. "Well, let's not dwell on such matters. We're here to enjoy the evening, aren't we?"

He guided you through the lavish crowd, engaging you in conversations that held little interest for you. Stock portfolios, luxury vacations, and exclusive club memberships. You hear it all the time.

It didn't take long for your father to notice your disinterest, though, and it didn't make him happy.

"You should really take more interest in these matters. People talk, you know. It's essential for your future, especially in our circle.“ He hissed at you when he made sure nobody was paying attention, his words dripping with toxicity that echoed the unspoken expectations of your privileged world.

In that moment, you fought an overwhelming urge to snap back, to unleash the resentment that had long been bubbling beneath the surface. You just bit your lip, resisting the impulse.

"I'm sorry, I'm just tired is all," you said with a tight-lipped smile before putting on the aristocratic mask and this time truly engaging in the conversation.

But the air started to feel thick and your eyes started stinging. You couldn’t take a nice deep breath and your joints started to tingle. You quickly put the flute on the tray the passing hostess was holding to hide the slight tremor in your hands.

Fuck. Here we go again.

5 things I can see: chandeliers, flowers, couples dancing, gilded mirrors, candles.

4 things I can touch: my dress, the Champagne glass, smooth marble surfaces, my silver necklace.

3 things I can hear: string quartet melodies, hushed conversations, footsteps.

2 things I can smell: rich perfume, and leather shoes.

1 thing I can taste: bitter Champagne.

You'd fought this anxiety battle right in the middle of a circle of elites many times before and you'd always pushed through. And you always will.

As you finally managed to take a breath and your tears dissolved, you took a quick scan of the room, catching the sight of Moriarty as he watched you.

Great. I’ll never hear the end of this.

The circle of riches finally broke not long after your crisis, and you took that opportunity to excuse yourself from the suffocating atmosphere. The sound of your high heels echoed through your personal space as you headed toward the exit. Unbeknownst to you, on the other side of the room, Moriarty discreetly signaled to his bodyguard it was time to leave, making his exit too.

As he stepped into the darkness of the night, he unbuttoned his midnight blue suit jacket, his eyes scanning the grandiose driveway. He started descending down the grand staircase and as soon as he reached the bottom, he spotted you leaning against the newel post of the steps, your eyes closed and arms crossed over your rising chest.

Jim jerked his head at his bodyguard, who nodded and rushed away, leaving you and Jim alone.

"It's a shame for such a magnificent creature to be hiding out here." You opened your eyes, slightly turning your head to follow his nearing form. "I mean, can they even call themselves 'crème de la crème' when you're not around?" he asked with a furrowed brow as if it was a serious question.

"You're disgusting," you said and let your eyelids fall again, rolling your head back into its original position, the sturdy structure of the stone scratching the back of your head.

He was now right in front of you, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

„Your father certainly knows how to orchestrate an impressive show. How long are you planning to dance to his tune?“

You opened your eyes again, the cool darkness giving way to the silhouette of Jim Moriarty standing before you. As your gaze locked with his dark brown eyes, you felt a complex mix of emotions swirling within.

Everything about him was dark, a demon steeped in shadows, but as your eyes lingered on his, you couldn't shake the feeling that, in some inexplicable way, he appeared lighter than the suffocating life you led with your parents.

"Well, you know. It's a waltz I've mastered"

„Sure, sure. But I also know you can only twirl around the predictable steps for so long before the music changes.“

You studied each other in silence before your forms were illuminated by the headlights of a black SUV. He turned on his heels and headed towards the awaiting car, pulling a gum out of his pocket and popping it into his mouth. Once he reached the vehicle, he opened the back door and turned to you, tilting his head as he waited for you to make a decision.

There was no point in stalling, he knew what you were going to decide anyway. You pushed yourself off the hardness of the pillar and walked towards the car. Moriarty smirked as the two of you locked eyes, watching as you got in.

Before he followed your suit, he took a glance at the doors leading inside the manor, spotting your father as he watched the situation unfold with terror on his face. Jim’s smirk widened as his jaw worked the gum, savoring the flavor. Then he disappeared into the luxury of his SUV, and your father only watched as the car sped away, the tires screeching against the rubble of the driveway.

tbc.

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a/n2: thank you for making it this far! sorry for the pineapples.

[mormorimagines]

IMAGINE STEALING JIM MORIARTY’S LAST PIECE OF GUM

I think you would have reached into his coat pocket when he wasn’t wearing it, not knowing you were taking the last piece.

He wouldn’t notice until later. He would have just gotten off a frustrating phone call, and would want a piece of gum to try to distract himself… only to find his pack EMPTY!!! He’d be angry with you until you apologized and bought him a new pack to make up for it.

[lovecraftiancicada]

[song-consider]

https://andrea-725.mxtkh.fun/jy/l6jcEOd

[tenthcrowley]

[JOHN]: So, are you two...?

[SHERLOCK, Y/N]: No.

[JOHN]: (Looks at the clothes all over the floor) You sure?

[SHERLOCK, Y/N]: Yeah.

[JOHN]: O-okay, if you say so.

[yandereaffections]

Sherlock Masterlist

Moriarty

Crushes Brother is in debt to him

Crime boss kidnapping S/o

Sherlock vs Moriarty

Demon Queen S/o

Comforting S/o after watching a Scary Movie

Mycroft vs Moriarty

Kidnapping Headcannons

Bloody Wedding

Famous S/o getting creepy gifts

Jealous

Pregnant S/o Escaping

S/o pregnant with Sherlocks Child

Jealous cause S/os getting attention at the Gym

S/o Breaking Down over a Halloween Prank

Physically weak s/o

Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff

Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention

Smart S/o yet is too trusting

Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing

Affection HC

How he shows his love when off on work

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2

Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival

S/o being spiteful and challenging him

S/o playing horror games

S/o who barely eats TW

S/o who comes from a long line of assassins and government officials

Sherlock Holmes

This is for your Protection

S/o who he cant read

Sherlock vs Moriarty

Sherlock vs Mycroft

Possessive S/o

Vampire Sherlock

Sending Sherlock a Love Letter

Halloween Date

Life Threatening Situation

S/o getting overprotective when Sherlocks insulted

Bed Sharing

Timid S/o being harassed by their ex

Hacker Crush realizing their Husbands having a Affair

Crush found stood up

Being the cause of S/os Amnesia

“Keep your sluttish hand away from MY man.”

“Youre all i think about”

Whipped and Soft for S/o

Jealousy Headcannons

S/o whos stressed over School

Single Parent S/o

Fluffy Headcannons

S/o who is scared of relationships for theyve never been in one

American S/o

Yandere Letter

Murder Mystery

S/o who charges straight into danger

Extremely calm S/o

How hard he fell for S/o

S/o who always accompanies him on cases

Sick S/o

How he shows his love

Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention

Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff

Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2

Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival

Getting S/o a puppy

Formal business S/o dropping everything when he wants them

S/o who plays minecraft a lot

Christian S/o

Mycroft Holmes

Headcannons

Sherlock vs Mycroft

Asking him to sign a marriage certificate

Mycroft vs Moriarty

Trying to Escape

Dense Crush

Irene Adler

Headcannons

Sherlock

NS FW Headcannons

Sub Sherlock cumming in his pants 

Irene

NS FW Headcannons

[leizyzet]

Fan work. Jim Moriarty

The work was created by me and the neural network.

[mormorimagines]

Imagine going to the art museum with MorMor

I think this would be Jim’s suggestion. He LOVES art, and has several famous paintings already on the walls of his apartments. At your suggestion, you’d all make a day of it - get brunch at your place of choosing, go to the museum, and get dinner at a place of Sebastian’s choosing when you’re done.

Jim would walk around with you and Sebastian in tow, stopping to look at pieces he particularly enjoys, mostly judging them by if he wants to own it or not. He’d like impressionist pieces and jewelry displays best, I think.

Sebastian would enjoy sculptures the most. You’d probably find one that looks like him, and have him match the pose next to it for a picture (you’d print it out and get it framed).

[adealiz]

Sherlock characters meet Don't Starve universe! (my second most favourite survival game after Minecraft) Cuz why not??

KEEP READING if you want to know their special character perks and quotes! :33

Sherlock Holmes - Immortal Detective

special item ,,Billy the Skull" - ,,I wonder why I keep you around."

upon death Sherlock can revive once, consuming the special item, after revival he recieves 50 points of all stats and 20 second invulnerability ,,AH! That's why I keep you around, my friend!"

He can keep the ,,Broken Billy Skull" but it will drain his sanity - ,,Unlike you, I'm known to be indestructible."

overall looses sanity very easily but he's rarely hungry ,,Body is just a transport, a burden to any great mind."

Doesn't need the science machine, all recipes are available from the start ,,People fill their minds with all kinds of grabage."

special food recipe ,,Eye Tea" (restores 30 sanity and 1 hunger) ,,Surprisingly good"

John Watson - Trusty Doctor

has a sanity buff that is shared with other players when they are nearby ,,You're a drama queen. Calm down and let's do this."

carries his gun and couple of healing salves

special item ,,SIG Sauer P226" - Gun that has low damage but stuns enemies. It doesn't need ammo but it has an internal cooldown and it can be used on enemy only once ,,It would be unfair to use it twice. Soldier has morale."

when his health falls below 50 he begins to limp and looses movement speed ,,Ouch, my leg is acting up"

special craftable item ,,The trusty cane" - removes any movement debuffs when carried

High damage when fighting with ally, lowered stats when fighting alone ,,Why would anyone need to be alone?"

Jim Moriarty - Criminal King

can befriend any hostile monster and monsters basic stance towards him is neutral. Tamed monsters will follow him around and protect him (special item ,,Crown jewels" talisman to tame any monster, it has 5 ingame days cooldown)

Otherwise fiendly/neutral entities attack him and see him as enemy

weak attack stat, lowered stats overall

nonstop insane ( nightmare monsters don't attack him tho) ,,I'm insane, you're just getting that now??"

If he doesn't kill anything or doesn't tame new monster in five ingame days, he will become bored and kills himself ,,Staying alive...so boring isn't it?

spiders really like him, he doesn't need to tame them for them to follow him around ,,These creatures are very relatable"

Mycroft Holmes - Ice Man

has a ,,Stylish umbrella" - provides resistance to rain and respect from the Queen ,,This is England, pocket umbrella is obligatory."

can dethrone pig king, pigs in his radius become his allies. They follow him around, protect him and give him gifts

has an assistant Anthea - gold fish that sometimes brings him random items ,,I don't need friends if I have goldfish."

Can get easily hungry, needs a lot more food than any other character ,,The diet is going just fine."

takes increased damage from monsters and inflicts decreased damage ,,Shame I don't do legwork."

is more resilient to cold, cannot die from cold but his health will drop to minimum ,,Ah, finally a tolerable weather."

[reina-writes]

Being Holmes’ mastermind criminal sister would include

Requested by anon.

Being Mycroft and Sherlock's sister, however being a master-mind criminal, and a very wild person (wild like joker type of crazy) thank you! I love your writing, always makes me look forward to new writing material! ❤

The brothers knew that there was something off about you since you were young.

You have fun for scaring the shit out of Mycroft, which Sherlock would find amusing.

At first you created an alter ego so that you could challenge Sherlock. After all, you don't want to make things too easy for him.

But then again, your alter ego, Y/N, is much more than just a persona. It's something that you've been hiding deep inside for a long time, and now it's starting to come out. Your alter ego is a way for you to indulge your wild side and test your limits. You enjoy the thrill of the chase and the adrenaline rush that comes with danger and risk-taking.

Despite your criminal activities, you still make an effort to have proper dinner dates with your family and act like everything is going well. 

Your relationship with the family is difficult and even though you may act like everything is well, there are times when you feel outsider and misunderstood. You just can’t resist the sweet lure of the underworld.

You still manage to scare Mycroft, despite his years of experience dealing with difficult situations. Sherlock still finds this amusing. 

You have a career of your own choosing, which you use to cover your illicit business dealings in the underworld.

You have a deep love and admiration for your brothers, despite the fact that they may not always understand or approve of your criminal activities.

You have a dark sense of humor and a tendency to play mind games with people around you. You enjoy manipulating people, especially your brothers, and seeing how far you can push them before they break.

You also relish the challenge of trying to outwit Sherlock, who you see as one of the few people who can match you.

Sherlock would likely be concerned for the safety and well-being of those around him. He would try to intervene and stop your criminal activities, but would do so with a sense of curiosity and a desire to understand your motivations and thought processes.

His reaction would be a mix of curiosity, concern, and a desire to outsmart you. 

He would see the situation and you as a puzzle to be solved.

Mycroft would feel a sense of responsibility for not having been able to intervene earlier in your life and prevent you from going down this path.

He may also feel a sense of guilt for not having been able to protect you from the darker elements of the world that you have now become involved with.

Mycroft would probably try to intervene and stop you even if that meant putting you in jail or otherwise taking drastic action.

Though he may or may not find your intelligence and resourcefulness impressive. Not that he’s going to admit it.

BONUS

Playing your own games with Moriarty. It would be entertaining, long-lasting relationship which would satisfy all needs for both of you.

While it is possible that the relationship could be entertaining and satisfying for both of you, it is important for you to carefully consider the risks and consequences before deciding to engage in this type of activity with Moriarty.

After all, Moriarty is a highly skilled and unpredictable criminal mastermind.

But hey, that’s what makes it so much fun.

[charliedawn]

Moriarty!Sherlock X Sister!Reader X Dark!Sherlock

TABOO SUBJECT AHEAD.

Incest implied. Stalking. Don't like. Don't read. Thank you.

Moriarty started seeing you as a necessity.

You and Moriarty always had a complicated relationship—even as children. You would always follow him around and be in awe in front of everything he did.

Your parents had found it endearing at the time, but they should have been more aware of the consequences. For what was a pure and wholesome friendship quickly turned into an unhealthy obsession as your brother started seeing you as something more than a sister.

Something he owned and needed to feel whole.

You had first noticed the slight changes in your brother when he had decided to come back to visit you.

You had a boyfriend/girlfriend back then and were studying to become a lawyer. Now, you still don't know the real reason behind his actions of the time.

Maybe, was your life not up to Moriarty's standard ? Maybe, your well-being had grown insignificant to him ? Or, did he think you unworthy of anyone else's love ? You didn't have a clue..

All that you knew was that your first boyfriend/girlfriend had been found eviscerated on the sidewalk and there had been no investigation, as everyone knew who had done it.

But, standing up against the Moriarty family would have been suicide. It was like facing an entire army who could destroy you in mere seconds. They were a mountain. And you were...just a snow flake. So, you had ignored it and waited...waited until Moriarty had no choice but to move away.

You were the one who had insisted on Moriarty to pursue his studies in London and become a mathematics teacher in front of your parents—him who had always adored the subject. You knew he wouldn't be able to say no if it came from them. However, you had no idea at the time that it would lead to your own doom.

As not only did your brother agree to move away, but he had insisted on taking you with him. And as you knew better than to say no to Jim by now, you had obeyed.

You had started as Moriarty's attorney. As his dutiful and merciful sister, you had made sure to keep your little brother out of trouble, which eventually led to your meeting with none other than the great Sherlock Holmes. You had never meant to mingle with the likes of him—but life had decided otherwise. He was frustrated with your law expertise that always seemed to save your brother from serving his sentence, and you didn't like how every time he was involved, you had to be.

People never expected you to work for Sherlock Holmes after your brother's "disappearance" —especially with his history with your brother. But, you wanted to get away and thought staying with the likes of Sherlock Holmes would get you a little bit of fresh air. However, you had no intention to help Jim in his evil scams, nor his sworn enemy to catch him..You had studied law to protect yourself—but had ended up as both dangerous individuals' jail get-away card. The only difference for you, it was that one of them did pay you.

Moriarty always sent you money under one form or another at the end of the month. But, you knew better than to accept anything coming from your brother. Sherlock Holmes on the other hand..He never paid you. He did once invite you to dinner, and it was to tell you he was going to lock your brother up, if it was the last thing he did..You had reminded him multiple times that your services weren't free, but he had ignored you until you had simply stopped asking. However, Watson had eventually taken pity on you and offered to pay half of it. And, Mme Hudson—who also knew how Sherlock could be—always offered you homemade cookies during your visits. Funny how all of Sherlock's friends seemed understanding of your situation—but the one primarily concerned.

But, you didn't complain.

You knew why. Better than anyone.

Being Moriarty's sister entailed you couldn't be trusted—not worthy of being payed.

You knew you better stay away from him, but you simply couldn't.

Sherlock had something you feared—and revered. He was maybe the only person in the world who could understand and defeat your brother. No matter how much you loved him, you had never been able to truly understand Moriarty. You thought him the only person able to get your brother back.

But, on the very night before Jim's death, he had wiped all doubt as to whether you could have or not..

Flashback :

Moriarty had called you to discuss, and he had given you a set of instructions to follow in order for Sherlock to stay away. You hadn't questioned his intentions and had followed all of his requests to a fault.

You wanted to see your brother—no matter how evil or ill-intended he might be.

You knew he would never hurt you.

You waited for him in a small restaurant on the intersection between Middle Road and Excalibur Avenue. It was well hidden behind thick bushes and the table he had chosen was closest to the door.

Typical.

He had even ordered your favorite drink to sip on while you waited. When he came in, his eyes covered by a pair of big dark glasses—probably Gucci—and a wide grin plastered on his face, you knew this wasn't a simple visit to check on you.

It was much more than that.

He pecked your cheek and you didn't comment on the way his lips lingered there a few seconds longer than necessary.

"Hello, sis'. Long time no see." There was a joyful tone to his voice, but not one that reached his eyes. The glasses wouldn't hide it from you, no matter how it usually worked with anyone else.

You knew Jim—better than anyone else.

"What is happening, Jim ?", you cut to the chase and Jim's smile faltered before he finally sighed in defeat and took off the sunglasses.

"I could never hide anything from you, huh ?"

You raised an expectant eyebrow at him and he addressed you a sad smile.

"I'm afraid that game with Sherlock is coming to an end." Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you leaned forward to take Jim's hands. On the one hand, you were relieved that it would soon be all over, but on the other you wondered what this "end" meant.

"How ?" Jim opened his mouth to answer you, but reconsidered and instead asked.

"Will you..miss me, Y/N ?"

Miss..him ? You felt cold dread taking over you as your hold on his hands tightened. Where was he going ? Why wasn't he taking you with him ?

"Where are you going ?", you asked—even though you already knew the answer. You just hoped he would reassure you, tell you you were wrong..But, for the first time in forever, your brother looked at you with a sad smile without answering your question. It was the most serious you had ever seen him.

It left a strange bitter feeling in your stomach.

"What about me ?", you finally asked and Jim gently ran a finger on the side of your face.

"Oh my sweet sweet sister..I'm afraid where I am going, you can't follow." Before you could protest, he held your chin firmly and forced you to look him in the eyes.

"This is why I want you to stay near Sherlock Holmes for me. Watch him. And let him watch over you as I know he will.." It was not a request. You both knew that and Jim's eyes finally softened as he saw the growing concern in your eyes. Sherlock was his nemesis, his opponent..It didn't make sense. But, you didn't question him. You knew he wouldn't answer anyway..

"But, please..Do not betray me. Tell me you will remember me." That sounded a little too much like a permanent goodbye to your taste and you held back your tears. You knew the answer he wanted, and the only answer you could give him.

"Family is forever, Jimmy. I would never betray you—or forget about you. You know that.", you reminded him—something that you had already assured him on the night of his leave for London. The Moriartys protect each other. It is a rule your parents had taught you at a young age. It was the reason you had never sought revenge upon your brother for killing the person you had tried to build a life with. A Moriarty never betrayed their own. Everyone and everything else was deemed unimportant.

Well—until Sherlock that was.

You had never met anyone like your brother—not until Sherlock..

Moriarty's shift from a gentle and caring brother to a complete psycho had happened not long after his meeting with the detective. And to try to answer who had created whom in that case would be the same as trying to solve the mystery of what from the egg or the chicken came first.

Impossible and pointless.

However, you had always wondered if you weren't a little at fault with Jim. You had tried to help him, to make him understand that you would always protect him—but maybe was it the problem. You had protected him too much—to the point where he grew up to be uncaring and cold to everyone else, but you.

He stared at you and smiled.

"That is why I love you, Y/N. You never look away.." You then realized that your eyes were still locked with Jim's. Jim beamed under your attention—as he always had.

Did it ever occur to you that your brother might be mad ? Yes. The answer was without doubt. Jim Moriarty was a mad man.

Had you ever regretted caring for him ? Yes. Yes, you had. Many times.

But, had you ever considered leaving ? No. Because you knew, he would always be your little brother. You would always love him.

And if he said to stay with Sherlock Holmes ? Then you would. If he said to jump off a bridge ? Then you would.

You would always protect and trust him.

If it made you the Devil's advocate ? So be it.

You finally smiled at him and nodded in agreement—tears brimming in your eyes as you gently pulled Jim's face towards you and connected your foreheads. You both closed your eyes and for a moment, you could pretend you were back to being children. You with your arms wrapped around his small form and Jim, tugged safely against you and covered with your favorite blanket.

Moriarty sighed and you smiled. No. It wasn't conventional. You knew that, but hearing your brother breathe and feeling his heart beat under your hand brought you comfort. He was still here. He was alive.

And that was everything that really mattered.

"I love you.", he uttered in a whisper and before you could reply—Moriarty was gone.

He had left a handful of cash on the table for your drinks and when you sat back down—a single tear rolled down your right cheek.

In all the years you had shared with Jim, he had never once said that he loved you..Not even as children.

It made your stomach churn and this feeling of terrible dread numb your whole body..

What was he planning ? Was he really going to....?

However, you didn't question it further.

You simply went back, packed your bags and dutifully followed your brother's last instructions.

It was time to move to 221 Baker Street.

You still didn't understand your brother's plan, but you wouldn't disobey. He was your cruel brother and you were his loving sister.

Both blessed by your unbreakable bond. Both cursed by it.

It didn't matter. You would always love each other...until the very end.

A few months after your sudden relocation :

When you had moved in, Sherlock hadn't even acknowledged your presence for weeks. He didn't want to associate with his enemy's sister without being forced to—and you understood.

The only reason you were here was because your brother had asked you to watch over him. He had given you the address and asked you to move in—an order which you had not dared disobey.

You had agreed, as it was his demand and you had ended up as Sherlock's neighbor. It was probably a ruse to make him paranoid and full of self-doubt, but you had no intention to interfere. So, you had stated your objectives from the start.

You were here on your brother's request—but whatever rivalry had occurred between them had nothing to do with you and you would never interfere with his work. You thought it would be enough. You really thought it would be enough to keep both men in your life. But, it had only brought their downfall faster than ever.

When you had seen both men tumble over the edge of that rundown building on TV, your heart had stopped and you knew the idiots had reached their last line.

You had assisted to both funerals, cried your eyes out at both and no one could even begin to imagine how you felt—watching both men you cared about more than anything die.

You knew there was little to no chance that they may have survived. But, you suspected one of them had at least.

Your grief was real, but you also knew better than to expect the both of them to fall to their demise..

So, when Sherlock was found alive and well, you weren't as surprised as the rest—even though still very angry.

You had slapped him. You had even refused to talk to him for months, not until he finally apologized to you. You then became good neighbors again for a year or two..until Sherlock found out he wasn't the only one who had faked his death.

As soon as he was certain, he returned to Baker Street and didn't even knock at your door before entering your bedroom—even though you were pretty sure you had locked it before going to bed..You felt him before seeing him.

You slowly opened your eyes and sat up to find him standing there—his expression unreadable.

"...Moriarty is alive.", he informed you.

You frowned at the news and even though you hadn't talked to your brother in such a long time, you felt as if Sherlock was blaming you.

"I had no idea.", you assured him—even though you knew it was no surprise for Sherlock. You hadn't seen your brother since that day at the restaurant..

Like everyone else—you had thought him to be dead, until now.

He hummed softly to himself in silent contemplation while you tried your best to keep your composure. He was the best detective in London—if not in the world—and you knew that every action you took would be classified in Sherlock's mind place as suspicious.

You didn't want him to think of you as devious. It wouldn't look good on his mind resume..You smiled at the thought, but quickly realized it wasn't the time for mind jokes.

"Tell me, Y/N. Do you still possess any lingering feelings for him ?" The question did surprise you, but you only cleared your throat and thought about it. Did you have any feelings for your long lost brother ?

"No, Sherlock. I do not.", you answered with a straight face and Sherlock tilted his head to the side—observing your features carefully for any sign that you were lying. He then sighed loudly when he realized you were telling the truth and shrugged.

"Good. I wouldn't want anything to interfere with my work—and our friendship.."

Friendship ? That was a first..As long as you had known Sherlock, he had never referred to you as a friend..

"No worries there.", you tried to laugh it off—but you could see Sherlock wasn't in a laughing mood. He only nodded shortly before standing up and heading for the door—but you then asked.

"Do you ?" He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Do I what ?" His tone was a little higher and cunning than usual, clearly defensive—but you didn't comment on it.

"Do you possess any lingering feelings towards my brother ?", you clarified. "He used to be your nemesis after all.."

He stayed still for a while—probably pondering on your words while you tried to seek the answer yourself. You stared at him—hoping for any sign that the man had been affected by your brother more than he wanted you to believe, but Sherlock noticed and shook his head.

"Goodnight, Y/N.", he said with a finality that left no room for discussion before closing the door behind him. You sighed and let yourself fall on your bed again—your exhausted muddled brain not completely processing what just happened.

You were used to Sherlock's weird antics—but he had never called you out on anything regarding feelings. Truth be told, growing up with Moriarty had had some repercussions on your life for sure—especially emotional life.

He had played you. He had made sure to make you as emotionless as him. As insensitive. He had ruined you for any other man.

And in return, you had only made his condition go worse by sheltering him.

In his bedroom :

You had turned your own brother into a monster. You truly hoped Sherlock wouldn't have to suffer through the same fate.

The moment Sherlock was back in his bedroom and had carefully closed the door shut behind him, he stood still for a few seconds. He only noticed at that moment how his hands were shaking and he felt his mind place sink into chaos. He covered his ears and tried to end the voices whispering things in his head..things he would never admit to anyone. He opened his window and uttered such a loud scream—multiple people in the street looked up at him in shock and dogs barked in the night.

You wouldn't talk about it the next morning.

There was nothing to say.

You had heard it, but you wouldn't mention it.

He had then left in a hurry, leaving you his keys and taking John with him.

You thought it would be the end of that.

But, no.

A few weeks later, Sherlock was back.

And each night, he would stand at the foot of your bed and ask you the same question over and over again..as if expecting the answer to change somehow. But, it never did.

"Y/N..", he whispered in the shadows of your room—but you didn't reply..You were tired and already knew what he would ask you.

"Y/N.", he insisted—but you only buried yourself even further in the warmth of your blankets. You had a case to go over tomorrow and had other things to do than to deal with Sherlock's shenanigans..

But, he wouldn't let you.

He grabbed the edge of your blanket and harshly yanked it off you. It made you sit up in a flash to glare at him and—after nights of frustration—you yelled.

"Why ?! Why do you keep asking me this question ?! I already told you ! Multiple times !"

Sherlock remained unmoving as he stared wordlessly at you—his cheeks hollow and his two eyes barely lit with life. You immediately regretted yelling at him as you saw the pitiful state he was in. You were about to apologize when he opened his mouth to answer you.

"Because I have the strong conviction that you are lying. And I cannot comprehend why." You took a deep sigh and closed your eyes.

"And what series of brilliant deductions helped you achieve such conclusion ?", you replied sarcastically. You knew the best way to reason with him was to get to the bottom of this and find out what was the spark that had lit this fire in him. He had never acted so impulsively before. You had never seen him so disturbed.

"I simply observed.", he confessed. "I observed you. Day and night. It is strange—when you think about it..Feelings. I have never suffered to the hands of emotions before. They seemed so far away..But, you. I have this conviction that you are lying—and yet, you seem so confident. Your façade never broke. Not once. You hide yourself well. But, I can see it now. You are afraid. You feel guilty. Guilty of not being good enough, of being the reason behind your brother's many misdeeds..And now ? You are afraid of what I may become if this game with your brother keeps going on..Am I wrong ?"

Your smile faltered.

You hadn't asked questions at the time of Moriarty's decision and had simply decided to close your eyes and stay blind as to his dark fate. You hadn't asked questions. You hadn't put into doubt his odd behavior. But you should have asked. You should have cared. Now, you knew why Moriarty had asked you to get closer to Sherlock. It was obvious. Moriarty knew you were the reason of his own path to darkness, and sought for you to do the same with Sherlock. It hadn't been your intention to be a part of Sherlock's slow run-down to madness, but there was no going back now.

Your eyes watered and Sherlock's expression immediately softened. He knelt beside your bed and took your hand in his.

"You love me."

It wasn't a question, but you still denied.

"No. I don't."

Sherlock frowned as you quickly retrieved your hand to wipe your tears away.

"It wouldn't make any sense for me to catch those feelings—and yet, you stay perfectly fine.", he reasoned and you shrugged.

A long silence followed his confession.

You looked up at the sky and let out a bitter humorless laugh at the cruel joke of fate.

"Just my luck. The detective. Catching feelings for the most dangerous criminal in the world's sister.."

Sherlock frowned and stared at you as he tried to understand 'he had undoubtedly fallen for you...No matter how absurd it was. You were the oak he could rely on. The only thing he was certain of. And yet, he would see that you weren't lying. You did care for him, but not like he did.

"It's...impossible."

The great Sherlock Holmes had reached a dead end. It felt like a trap. You had never asked for his affection, but he had still been unable to stay away.

He had never felt so lost.

"Unrequited love exists..", you finally tried to explain—but Sherlock shook his head vividly.

"Not for me.", he whispered and you sighed.

"Love is dangerous, Sherlock. It is unhealthy. Especially with me.", you explained and Sherlock nodded shortly.

"I know.", he agreed and yet—the way he was looking at you was unmistakable. It was the same way Moriarty used to. It scared you.

"That's the problem. You know. And yet, you still decide to stay. Don't you understand ? Death is all around me..You better just forget about me.", you said and Sherlock tilted his head before replying .

"Impossible."

Your eyes widened when Sherlock leant forward and your heart beat wildly in your chest.

"I'll leave tonight.", you warned him.

"I'd follow you.", he replied in a one breath and was so close you could feel his breath hitting your face.

"I'll...take my life.", you uttered in a whisper and he paused for only a second before raising his hand to your cheek and holding you in place.

"I wouldn't let you."

Your lips were merely inches apart and you finally breathed out.

"I hate you."

To which Sherlock replied with a knowing smirk.

"I love you."

And then, his lips were on yours. You hesitated for a second or two before finally giving in. You were tired and just wanted to feel something. Anything.

So, you drowned out your worries and just decided to feel the moment.

There would be tomorrow to think of guilt and sorrow..

A few hours later :

You woke up and found your bedroom empty. Well...You didn't know what you were expecting. Sherlock had surely left on another case with John.

He had gotten what he wanted.

You tried not to let disappointment overwhelm you and sighed before sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You didn't notice the shadow at the corner of the room until HIS voice rose up.

"Hello, Y/N. Missed me ?"

Your eyes widened at the familiar voice and you snapped your head up to meet Jim's eyes. He was standing before you and you didn't have the time to scream that he had his hand clasped over your mouth.

"Ssh...Wouldn't want to wake love Mrs. Hudson, right ?"

It was a clear threat and after a moment, you nodded slowly and he grinned before retrieving his hand. You took a couple of shaky breaths before staring at Moriarty. He was here. He was alive. So many questions went through your mind, but only one got past your lips.

"...How did you survive ?"

Moriarty licked his lips before taking your arm and bringing it to his lips and kissing your inner wrist.

"It took some time for me to heal, but don't appear so surprised. You knew I would eventually return..I always do."

He then smirked as he felt your shivering under his touch.

"You're trembling. Are you scared of me ? Don't be..You're safe. You will always be safe with me.", he claimed before suddenly pulling you out of your bed so you were flush against him and he was holding you steady. He then peered down at you and smiled.

"Come on..Aren't you happy to see me ? I still remember what you told me, you know ? We'll always be family. And family protects each other.", he reminded you painfully and you closed your eyes before shaking your head.

"Yes. But, no one has ever hurt me as much as you did. You were my home, Jim. And you left me. I was alone for so long and after all this time, I'm just supposed to leave everything behind to follow you ?"

Moriarty laughed, but it didn't quite reach his eyes as he leant forward and you could see a spark of insanity in his eyes.

"Since when have your become such a rebellious pawn, big sis' ? Have you grown a backbone during my absence ?"

As if to test his little theory, he pretended to drop you, only for you to grip his shoulders in order not to fall and Jim smirked mockingly.

"Seems not...Still need your little bro' to hold you up right, isn't that right Y/N ?"

You tried to deny and tell him you didn't him, but one look at him and all words became cement in your throat..You couldn't breathe and Moriarty's smile widened as he gently wiped the cold sweat off your face.

"Ssh...Little bro's back. And I'll take care of you. It's my fault. I should have known Sherlock would get to you..But, don't worry. I'll kill him, won't you like that, Y/N ?"

Your eyes widened and you thought of Sherlock and even though you had said that you didn't care for him, you shook your head vividly.

"No...No, please. I'll..I'll follow you. I'll be good. Please. Don't hurt him. Don't hurt any of them.."

You thought of John and Mrs. Hudson who had always been kind to you and Moriarty's eyes darkened as he led you outside.

"Very well. Let's go. We got a train to catch.."

You wanted to protest, saying that you needed your things, or at least to change..But, Moriarty didn't leave you the time. You were dragged outside and shoved inside a car before you could utter a word.

Moriarty smiled when he saw you try to discreetly send a message to Sherlock and was quick to grab your phone and text him himself. He then threw the phone back at you, as if not afraid that you would call anyone. You then saw that he had texted an address to Sherlock and a train station.

You looked up quizzically at your brother who only elegantly crossed his legs and winked at you.

"...I'm not a monster, sis'. You can say goodbye."

Your eyes watered as you weren't sure of what Moriarty meant by "goodbye". But, he didn't explain and you just hoped Sherlock would be smart enough to stay away.

At the train station :

Well...Seemed like Sherlock wasn't as smart as you thought. He was already there and pointed his gun at Moriarty.

"GIVE HER BACK OR I'LL SHOOT YOU !", Sherlock shouted—but Moriarty shook his head, a small knowing smirk on his face. He had fallen deep..It showed, and Moriarty wondered if it was written in the cruel story of fate for both men to suffer the same curse.

In love with the same woman—said woman insensible to both of their attention and unable to love one or the other. Jim had never doubted your love for him—mind you—but there was always this taboo about what he felt about you. His parents had warned him. They had told him to stay away and had even tried to separated you by sending him away—but it had never worked.

The Moriarty twins were never to be apart. In life, or in death.

"Yeah. No. Sorry. Y/N is special to me. And I don't like sharing." He then pulled you flush against him—a silent challenge for Sherlock to shoot.

Sherlock hesitated and Moriarty smirked before slowly backing away from him and getting on the train. He then shouted.

"I HOPE YOU ENJOYED HER TASTE YESTERDAY NIGHT, BECAUSE THAT WILL BE THE LAST TIME I'LL BE AS GENEROUS, SHERLOCK !"

He then gestured for his men to start the train and Sherlock gritted his teeth at Moriarty. When the train started moving, you seemed to realize Moriarty was about to get away with it and take you away...So, you bit his hand. You then attempted to throw yourself off the train, but Moriarty grabbed a handful of your hair and you let out a loud cry as he pulled you back.

"Oh no, you don't !", he yelled before throwing you unceremoniously inside the compartment. He then locked it after you and you were dragged away by one of his goonies.

"SHERLOCK !", you shouted and hit the door multiple times, struggling against the man holding you back.

"Y/N !", Sherlock ran after you and tried to jump on the train, but was stopped when a bullet pierced his shoulder.

He fell to the floor and you screamed loudly in grief—throwing your fists desperately against the glass. You cried out his name and Moriarty wrapped his arms around you when he was inside—the smell of gun powder still caughting the air with its sweetly sick burning fragrance..

"Don't worry, sis'. We're going home."

You closed your eyes and started crying.

This was a nightmare.

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Sherlock Masterlist (BBC)

James Moriarty

Every Little Weakness one shot

Summary: A high ranking operative in the Network is arrested and brought in for questioning. What is so special about her?

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Can you please write a Moriarty x reader meet cute? It just seems so unlikely for someone like him to meet his s/o that way, making it even cuter!

Thank you 🙏

After You, Love ~ Moriarty x Gender Neutral!Reader

Summery: You meet the most puzzling person at a café. 

Word count: 1,424

Warnings: Free and clear, Darling

A/N: Anything for you Darling! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this. I love this idea and I hope you enjoy my execution of it! you are a wonderful human being and I send you all my love! See you later Darlings.

Mingling with the common peasants wasn’t really James Moriarty's style. They were all soooo BORING! Seven billion of them and not a single brain cell among them. He found it tedious to have to talk to them. None of them got it. They didn't see what was right in front of their stupid faces. Sometimes, he almost felt bad for how easily he could mess with their empty little heads. Then they actually spoke and any drops of empathy he had was washed away in the tidal wave of disgust that flooded his brain. He did like to watch them though. To study how they talked and walked and pretended to live a life with any sort of purpose. He had a favorite little café in the heart of London that he loved to watch them all from. 

He was standing looking at all the little puppet people running around when from behind him the barista called out his order: a double shot of espresso with a cheese danish. As he grabbed the coffee out of her hand someone else grabbed the little bag with the danish. Startled, he looked to the right and saw someone whose eyes were different than everyone else's. There was something behind them that sparked his interest.

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You thought you had heard your name. In all honesty you were too busy looking at all the people in the café to pay attention. They all seemed so far away from you somehow. Like they all existed on a different plane of reality. You knew they didn't see the world like you did. That they didn't understand things on the level that you understood them. You saw the little strings pulling them around like marionettes putting on a play of living. Sometimes you felt bad for them, but most of the time you were just confused how they could be content to live like that. 

You grabbed the danish bag but before you could grab the espresso someone else did. In utter confusion you looked to your left and saw a man standing there looking just as puzzled as you. The moment your eyes met it was like the whole world went out of focus around him. As if you watched him step onto your plane of existence. Like he was the first person you could truly see.

“Ohh sorry,” you said, holding the bag out to him. “I thought they said my name. I think we got the same order.” you looked him over. Noting the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, His slicked back hair, and his slightly chewed cuticles. 

“S’alright” He said in a thick Irish accent. “You have good taste.” He laughed lightly as he said it. You could feel him studying you as you locked eyes again. It was like he could hear your thoughts as he eyes bore into yours, like he could watch you think. His intense gaze lessened as he began to talk, “I’m Jim. do you ah… do you come round here often? I stop in almost every day and I don't think I’ve seen you before.” 

You shook your head, “No, I’m just here for business. Seemed like a nice spot to catch up on emails, that's all.” You weren't lying, you were here on business, and you did have some emails to read. You tried to put together what he did for a living as you looked him over. His gray suit was expensive which read business man but the callus on his right index finger indicated he commonly fired a weapon. He was a puzzle, one that you needed to solve.

“Y/N!” the barista called again, holding out the same order. It startled you out of your investigation and back to the moment at hand. Jim smirked,

“Y/N, I'll have to remember that.” you chuckled as you took your espresso and danish. 

“Care to join me?” you asked, gesturing to a nearby table.

“Sure, sure” He agreed happily. The two of you sat together for a while, both attempting to riddle out exactly what connected the two of you. The elaborate dance you performed together around the truth of your lives’ was mesmerizing. Eventually, all good things must come to an end. And Jim and you parted ways about an hour or so later. Jim made the excuse of a meeting and you made the same. You were both lying. 

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Your target that night was irritatingly easy. Actually, it was insultingly easy. Government documents are always the simplest, you would think they would at least try to challenge you. 

   The office that you were in was sparsely decorated. A large antique portrait of someone you didn't care to recall was hung on the wall behind their desk. It was a small concrete room, honestly it seemed like a sad place to work. Mycroft Holmes was pretty high up there though so you suspected this was supposed to be a very secure location. You typed away on the desktop, almost absent-mindedly breaking through the encryptions. 

Your mind had wandered back to Jim from the café. Even now he was still perplexing. No one else ever seemed to remotely match you in wit or intellect, but there he had stood, sharp as a razor and clearly just as deadly. There was something unique between the two of you, something you had never felt before. You had talked for an hour without a pause, it was like the electricity between you was tangible. You regretted not getting his number. Though you had a sneaking suspicion that if he wanted to find you, he would. 

The sound of leather shoes creaking at the other end of the room roused you from your thoughts. You pulled your gun from its holster smoothly, pointing it in the direction of the sound. Your eyes were still locked on the screen as your free hand typed away. They whistled as you cocked the gun,

"No need to be hostile, Love" The thick Irish accent made you smile. "After this morning I thought we were friends." You smiled and finally looked up at him. He was in the same grey suit. His hair still slicked back, but his smirk was replaced with a grin. He had his hand in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Soooo… What are you doing?” he whisper-yelled.

“I could ask you the same thing." You glanced back at the screen. The last firewall was almost broken, it wouldn't be long before you were in. "Don't tell me you work for the government." Jim laughed,

"Who, me? Noooo no no no. They are SOOO pointless! They just sit there, with their grandiose illusions of power and importance." He walked closer to the desk as he talked. Rolling his eyes and gesturing with his hands. The cadence of his words sounded almost musical as you broke through the last of the so-called "defenses''. You looked back at the screen as Jim talked. 

"I know where the real power is. I know how the world works." He stopped in front of the desk, "And I think you do too, Y/N.” you smiled as you hit download on the files you needed. The orange thumb drive already waiting in the USB port.

“Do I?” you asked. His normally rather high voice got low and drown out as he spoke

“Ohh I know you do. I mean you're here aren't you? Stealing classified documents to sell to the heist bidder.” he leaned in close until his forehead nearly touched yours. You looked up from the computer screen you had been so focused on. His face was inches from yours. He smiled wickedly. 

"That's true," you sighed, "what are you going to do about it?" His smile grew,

"Offer you a job, obviously." He moved back and raised his eyebrows. "You're clearly quite clever. So why not be clever with me?" You just looked at him.

“Are you offering me a job or asking me out on a date? Your words say job but your eyes favour the later option” You smirked at him as he leaned back in. 

“Why not both?” There was something so captivating about him. When he got close you could smell his cologne and see just how much was hiding in his eyes. You had no doubt that he was a complete mad man, then again, so were you.

“Alright. Drinks first, then tell me a bit more about your operation.” Jim smiled,

“After you, love.”