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Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Vⵊⵊ

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Moriarty began to grow on you the more time you spent with him. He was quite charming when he wanted to be; other times, you'd rather be as far from him as possible. Today was one of those days.

You had settled into a corner in the main living room, curled up with y/f/b and a fuzzy f/c blanket. Jim had become rather stressed about the game he was playing with your brothers. He wouldn't let you in on much, but you were thankful Sebastian told you the odds and ends.

You met Seb during your first week here. He was the only member of Moriarty's staff that you'd think about interacting with. He was like an older brother, except an actually decent one.

You hadn't heard from either of your brothers in the three weeks you had lived with Moriarty. It was like they gave up or didn't care enough to keep searching. You had more freedom with Moriarty, but it wasn't as comforting without John and Mrs Hudson.

You stared at the book in your grasp, but you weren't reading; you were trying to make sense of your situation. The doors to the room suddenly swung open, revealing none other than the King of Crime himself.

"Hello, darling," he cooed, stepping towards your bundled form. "Comfortable?" he teased, raising a brow.

"Quite," you mumbled while he sat beside you.

"Sorry I haven't been around; your brother is so difficult to entertain."

You closed your book, looking at the Irish man beside you. "How so?"

He grinned. "Well, Sherly only sees details, not so much the big picture, so it's a race for checkmate with him. Mycroft, on the other hand, is just so damn much fun to annoy. He has so~ many buttons to push."

You nodded, chuckling softly as he was spot on. "So what now?"

He smiled, grabbing your chin lightly. "Now, my love, we wait."

"For?" You stared into his dark eyes, noticing they seemed lighter than usual.

He hummed, releasing your chin but holding the eye contact. "That's a surprise. Right now is about you, my darling."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you sat straighter. "What do you mean?"

He grinned. "Let's call this halftime," he paused, reaching for your hand. "Your brother will crumble in a matter of days, and I will soon be king, so I wanted to spend time with my queen." He lightly squeezed your hand as he finished his sentence.

Smiling, you nodded. "Then what shall we do, your Highness?" you teased, scanning his face for subtle movements.

He playfully shivered. "Oo~ I like that." As he stood, he released your hand but quickly reconnected it as he pulled you from the ground. "But, my love, you are in control for the day," he grinned, subtly winking, your face now burning as you looked to the floor.

"I can do anything?"

He chuckled, "Within reason, yes."

You stood there, blank-minded, because you had never been able to choose anything; hell, you barely left your room. Suddenly, it hit you. You'd never gone to a restaurant, let alone an extravagant one.

Moriarty eyed you while you searched through your thoughts. "Any requests?"

You sighed, looking at the floor; your cheeks became rosy as you spoke. "Um, a dinner out would be nice."

"Darling, you must be more specific."

"Jim, I would like to have a nice dinner out," you said, standing firm as you peered into his eyes, muttering a 'Please' when his lips curled.