[CONTAINS SMUT!] ❗️18+❗️
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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...
"Sherlock!" Moriarty gleams with a sarcastic glint. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought Lady Smallwood would have higher standards,"
"This is Mycroft's party, one suggested by Lady Smallwood," Sherlock countered as Jim spun to Seb who was whistling innocently.
"Hm, well, I best be off," the criminal straightened out his tie before turning only for Sherlock to grab his arm, a knife brought instantly to the detective's throat. "Don't test me, I'm not in the mood to play a game,"
"Neither am I, but I need to speak to you,"
"We have all the time in the world!" Jim shouts causing a few to jump. "Why now?"
"Because it's nearly a new year and, well, New years are all about fresh starts... isn't that what they say?"
"Why would it matter? Don't you find these things tedious? If you didn't I'd be disappointed in you, Ordinary Sherlock," he speaks in a mocking glum tone.
"It is tedious but it will be quick... Mycroft's study will do, I hope? Give me a few minutes,"
Paranoid, his eyes narrowed at Sherlock before glancing at the gestured door down the long hall. "Fine, but you bore me and I shoot you,"
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Storming into Mycroft's study, you burst open the door after John told you Sherlock would explain everything to you in private. "I knew you planned this! I swear to god I'll- Jim,"
Moriarty stood up from Mycroft's leather chair at the sight of you. "Y/n,"
The door behind you slamming shut and locking causing you to panic. "Hello?! Hey!" You bang on the door, trying to break it down splinter by splinter.
"Work things out!" That was Sherlock's voice.
"SHERLOCK! LET ME OUT!" You pound your fist on the wood.
"Work. Things. Out!" He calls back, footsteps fading away.
Running past Jim who had moved to by the fireplace, you check Mike's drawers for something to pick the lock with. Grabbing paperclips and rushing to the door, you bend down and pick at the locks.
Minutes passed of no success leaving you trapped. Slumping down with your head against the door, your body shifted to look to the fireplace where Jim was fiddling with his tie.
Sorting the situation out would earn you your freedom so that's what was to be done.
Seeing him in person again broke your heart, you thought everything was back to normal but being in this room with him, stuck without a way out, who could blame the tears.
"Did I really mean nothing to you?" Was all you could muster.
This caused him to look up in shock. "You meant the world to me, Y/n,"
"Then why'd you leave?"
Moriarty pursed his lips in the tense silence. "Because I didn't want to be the reason you didn't have a good relationship with your family," he turned away making you lower your head.
"So you tell me you don't love me?"
"Well how else was I meant to push you away??" Close, he was close to turning back to you but decided against it. Fiery embers danced between bricks and metal which he focused intently at.
"Why do you insist on pushing people away? I told you from day one that I'd be there, that I'd listen and after every yell, argument and turned back, did I ever leave??"
"No-"
"Then why'd you want to push me away now?"
"BECAUSE!-" Jim took a deep breath and chuckled darkly in self pity. "Because I never had a good family life, and I'll be damned if I ruined the perfect family you have... Y/n, I'm not worth it, you know this,"
"You are-"
"I'm not! Don't you get that?! I- I can't feel, I shouldn't feel, I shouldn't love you, and you shouldn't have to deal with someone who could ruin everything for you," his face turned to the side, fingers curling up before clutching the oak mantle.
"Bullshit! You know very well you can feel, that you can love, Jim," Standing abruptly, you march forward a few meters to him.
"But I shouldn't, I'm not a project for you to fix, Y/n, I'm broken and need to stay as such, because the last thing I want is you getting hurt because of me, because of who I am,"
"Project? I'm not trying to fix you! I'm trying to be there for you! And what do you mean, who you are?? You are Jim Moriarty, the love of my life and nothing else matters!"
"Don't say that," he snarls. "I'm not made to love or be loved!"
"Yet here I am!" you throw your hands in the air in frustration. "Look at me, dammit!" Your breath was heavy, fire pops fighting against it. "Look at me!!"
"THERE!" He spun with tear stricken eyes, cheeks puffed and red. "Is this what you wanted to see? Me broken?! Because here you go! Y/n Calixta Enola Holmes, you see me broken now! You tore down every wall I've ever built so go ahead and fix me up!!"
You clenched your fists tight, storming over and grabbing him, pulling him down into a tight hug, until his hands held your body in longing and both your streams of tears merged against pressed fabric and skin.
"You don't need fixing, you're not broken and you were never going to ruin anything," you whisper with sniffles against his suit, eyes shut tight in fear of what his gaze would say. "I love you, and always will,"
"Why?"
"Because deep down I know you do too," opening your eyes to him, you saw those dark brown iris' glossed over. "What we have is real... I know that,"
For minutes, you both just stood there in an embrace. That was until Moriarty pulled out a ring from his pocket. Looking to his palm-up open hand, you traced your fingers to the ring and slipped it on.
He held up his other hand, the ring you gave him now on it. "I promised commitment, and I'm not one to break promises," he mumbled. "Even after what was said, after all that happened I couldn't,"
"Neither could I," you hugged him tight again, his head on yours, taking in the comforting smell of his cologne.
Love was is never easy. Dating your brother's enemy was a nearly impossible feat, but he tried just as much as you. Despite pushing you away because of his doubt, you both ended up in each other's arms again.
Sweet words of 'I love you' said every so often like a repetitive prayer.
You were his queen and the love of his life.
And he was your devil in Westwood.
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Ngl idk how I feel about this ending. I feel like it wasn't well written but it's 3 AM and I'm sleep deprived
