Multifandom Oneshots

Jim Moriarty x Reader

"No one ever gets to me, and no one ever will." Moriarty had said.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Who would have thought that his biggest (and only) competitor would?
Now here you are, sitting in his flat.
"What are you doing?" He asks when he walks in.
"Planning. Don't bother me." You don't look up.
"What are you planning?"
"None of your business."
He looks over your shoulder. "Thought we were partners."
"Of course. But not on everything, honey."
"Don't be patronizing." He flops down on the couch. "Don't you love me? Tell me your plan!"
"No. It's for me to know, and you to find out."
"Fine." He sighs childishly.
"What's your problem?"
"Sherlock Holmes."
"Oh, what's new?"
"Have you ever just thought about just how boring life is? What's the point in it all?"
You look over to see him looking at you. "Yes, as a matter of fact I have."
A few days later, you're "gone."
And who would be looking for but Moriarty? And to who would he go to but Sherlock Holmes.
You type up a little note to Sherlock: KEEP YOUR NOSE OUT OF THE BUSINESS OF OTHER PEOPLE OR YOU'LL WAKE UP TO FIND IT GONE ONE DAY
You weren't going to cut off his nose, of course. After all, he wasn't your toy, he was Jim's, and he could do with him as he pleased.
You were simply doing this to see if you could outwit them.
What did they least expect you to do? That's what you would do.
So you went to the airport, gave a random flight number to purchase a ticket for, and got on a plane. You wound up in Scandinavia, of all places.
Nobody would expect you to take such an impromptu plane. You were meticulous, you were organized. You didn't take spontaneous trips.
But, after all, if your purpose is to be spontaneous, it's still organized.
You have an informant that nobody would notice. Upon your return, you would owe them copious amounts of money, but that was a small price to pay to watch Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty dance like puppets.
They follow your fake trails. They talk to people on streets, policemen, store clerks, bankers. Neither of them notice the nice old woman trailing them every where.
For two masterminds, they weren't very thorough.
Moriarty has an excuse--a bad one, but still one. You are, after his lover. In the grand scheme of things, you're nothing to him, he's nothing to you, but you keep each other on their feet, and that's something, if only for now.
Ennui would take over eventually. It was inevitable. But for now you had something. And you had to love him. After all, you'd taken a spontaneous trip to Denmark to stop his boredom. He doesn't need to know the reasoning, though. As far as he's concerned, it was just an adventure to stop your boredom.
After a month trying to speak Danish, you take a flight back.
Every other Monday, Jim goes to the grocery store. It's your agreement. This Monday is his Monday, so you wait there.
He's walking in and see's you.
"Do you care to explain?" He asks casually as you jump into step by his side.
"Not in the least."
"You can't just leave."
"But I can. Miss me?" You smile.
"Not in the least." He lies.
You follow him through the store and all the way home.
Sherlock is walking with John Watson on the other side of the street.
"Oh, John!" You yell.
They both look at you.
You don't dislike John. As a matter of fact, you don't dislike Sherlock either, but he is quite exhausting.
"Hello!" You wave, and keep walking.
"Why did you leave?" Jim asks as you walk into your flat.
"I like to watch you dance."
"And I missed you."

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