Christmas is the most heart warming time of year. It always was... for you at least. The one thing Jim and your brother's could agree with was the nonsense of the Holiday.
Leaving it up to you and Johnny boy to liven things up. On the first day, you and John coaxed Lestrade to help bring Mycroft over. It was a hassle, according to Sebastian, to get the tree through the door. He looked close to killing you when he saw the tree you and John chose then the doorway of 221b.
Then came decor shopping, Mrs Hudson helping out a bit until boxes scattered the flat filled with Christmas ornaments and tinsel. Plus there was a small basket of mistletoe you planned to hide around the flat just in case~
"Love, what's going on?" Jim's heart raced from the blindfold over his eyes. "I'm up for experimenting but we're at 221b and I prefer doing you against my desk,"
"Shut up," you smack his perfectly combed head, tossing the hair around a bit.
"I love it when you're rough,"
"Oh god," Sherlock groans, Moriarty removing his blindfold to see the two elder Holmes by a propped up tree, you, John and Lestrade by the kitchen doors.
"Are they sacrificing us for our intelligence? Would be a shame to tint the real smarts with your... well-" Jim started.
"Try not to anger Sherlock, Jim," you plead.
"Yes, dear," he scoffs. "So, what's this?"
"Christmas decorating!" The three semi-normal lot shout—you, John and Lestrade.
"I think not," Mycroft adjusted his grip on his precious umbrella.
"Definitely not," Sherlock stood.
"Sorry, Love, not happening," Moriarty nods, going to open the door only for Mrs Hudson to be in the way. "Mrs H,"
"Get your arse back inside and be a good boyfriend, Jim," she slaps his shoulder with a tea towel, glaring at his mid-eye roll.
"Yes, Ma'am," he salutes with a slight unease at the fear he had of her.
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"Santa, tell me if you're really there! Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year~" bopping your head along to the song, John hums along, tossing you a bauble.
"Santa, tell me if he really cares! 'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year!" Greg sings along making you grin, sauntering next to him, clashing shoulders. Both belting the lyrics as the apparent emotionless men roll their eyes.
"I've been down this road before, fell in love on Christmas night, but on New Year's Day, I woke up and he wasn't by my side!" John joins in.
"Now I need someone to hold, be my fire in the cold, but it's hard to tell if this is just a fling-" Greg clinks his glass of Eggnog with John.
"Or if it's true love that he thinks of, so next Christmas I'm not all alone!~" You point to Moriarty who held back a smile.
"Babe!" You all shout out causing the other men to jump. Grabbing Jim's hand you pulled him up and start to sway with a gleam he couldn't stop admiring no matter how deathly Sherlock's glare was.
One arm on his shoulder, the other being held by him, he spun you under his arm, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous situation. Pulling you in and out his arms, the slower part of the song started making him lower the speed of each step.
Letting your forehead lean against his, you could see his nearly dark eyes blown wide, his pupils completely overtaking the hints of chocolate brown.
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Devil in Westwood: Moriarty x fem!reader
Fanfiction[CONTAINS SMUT!] ❗️18+❗️ ~~~ Being the youngest Holmes was always quite the journey, especially when you didn't want to show off your talents, maybe even lack of such. Compared to your brothers you were always the 'dumb' one. The teachers saw it, yo...
