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Moriarty x Reader | Oops

Description : "All my intel said you're not meant to be back until next week, and I'm sitting here using your flat as a sniper nest to kill a man. This is awkward" AU
Warnings : Swearing
Word Count : 1405
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I push my arms out to my sides, stretching and yawning. I noted the plane was going to land soon as I checked my phone.

Recently I had been sent out of town for work purposes, and they let me off early, giving me just enough time to catch the flight coming that evening. Originally I was supposed to be back the following Tuesday, but now I get to be back on Saturday, giving me time to enjoy the weekend.

The plane lands and I get off, thankfully finding my bag quite fast then heading out and hailing a cab. Finding a free cab was difficult but I finally found one, and hopped in. I give the cabbie my address, then lay back and relax and watch the trees and buildings go by and disappear into the distance.

After around a 20 minute ride, we finally pull up to my apartment and I pay the man, grab my case and exit the cab. I trudge up the stairs of my building, almost dropping my suitcase four times. Eventually I reach my door, and am about to grab my keys out of my bag but when I turn the handle it's already unlocked. I mentally scold myself for most likely forgetting to lock the door, but then I feel the memory of me talking to the landlady as I'm locking up before leaving circle into my mind. I'm sure I locked it...

I walk inside with caution, setting my case just inside the door, then grabbing the nearest thing to protect me, which happens to be a pen from on top of the phone book. Great, if I'm attacked I'm sure a pen will do so much harm.

Using the quietist of footsteps I can manage, I search the flat. Many things were out of place such as dishes, pillows and furniture, and also the kettle had been moved. I always keep it on the top right burner, but now it was set on the top left. While I'm in there, I grab a small knife that was set on the counter.

Now the only place I haven't checked was my bedroom. I silently tip toed over, squeezing my hand around the base of the knife, ready to attack. When I reach the door, I open it slowly, it creeks, then I push it with my fingers a little to motivate it to open up all the way. My eyes search the room, and land on a figure sat by the window, their back facing me.

The figure looked to be a man around my age with dark hair, and ear buds in. They were blaring music so loud I could almost hear it from where I was standing. My eyes shifted to a metal object sat in front of him. My breath hitched a small bit as I saw it was a sniper rifle, propped up on a stand. I have no idea what to do so I continue to stand here, staring at this man with the weapon positioned out the window.

After a minute, he sighs and stands taking his ear buds out as he does. He moves to throw his phone on the bed but catches me in his vision, quickly turning his attention to my presence.

"What the? Impossible!" He half whispers. I furrow my brows at him and raise the hand holding the knife in it a little. I almost surprise myself at my confidence considering the situation. He looks at it and smirks, but it's wiped off and again replaced with confusion.

"All my intel said you're not meant to be back until next week, and I'm sitting here using your flat as a sniper nest—"

"As a what!" I half question, half yell.

"Calm down, just leave, I'll be out by tomorrow." He says while making shooing motions with his hands.

"This is my flat!"

"Well it's mine for today." He says sitting back down behind his rifle. I walk towards him and raise the knife.

"Wouldn't do that, babe." He whispers, I continue anyway, and he abruptly gets up and pins me to the wall, making me face him. He leans in and I turn my head away from him. I think of yelling, but the man is armed so I decide to take my chances with staying silent. He takes the knife from my hand and turns and throws it at the wall, the blade burying itself into the wooden surface. He looks back at me with a little smile.

"Not bad, eh?" He says darkly. I begin to get uncomfortable and try to break free, but he presses onto my shoulders.

"I knew that was coming soon, people always try to break free, but solemnly think of what they will do once they are free. Like they can run from me." He says, gesturing back to the knife in the wall.

This is a terrible thing to admit, but I have always been attracted danger. Things that usually cause bumps to rise to the skins surface actually entrance me. This man came off as the embodiment of psychotic, but he also seemed interesting. I doubt he just used my flat as his nest for no reason, he had to figure out when I'll be out of town, and for how long, and if the victim will even travel down my street in a way that he can strike him from my window. It's fascinating, but wrong.

Not to mention that sexy practically radiated off of him.

"Staring, now are we?" He says stepping away from me. I almost feel a heat rise to my cheeks.

"Interesting." He continues.

"What?" I ask.

"If you really were scared you would have bolted through the door by now."

"Maybe I'm not scared."

He looks at me confused, then lifts his eyebrows and looks to the floor, smiling to himself.

"You like this kind of stuff don't you? The rush of assassination, the stench of psychotics so strong you almost want to cover your nose. Your attracted, Miss L/n."

"What are you doing in my flat." I change the subject.

"Isn't it obvious?" He pauses and points to the gun.

"Why." I say

"He misconstrued me."

"Misconstrued you?"

"Yes."

"Alright.." I mumble. He goes back to aiming, and I'm not sure what to do so I just stand there watching. I begin to think about him and what I know about him. I learn that it's not much so I decide to ask.

"What's your name?"

"James Moriarty, my friends call me Jim."

"Ok, James."

"Ooh." He sasses. I roll my eyes and sit down on the edge of the bed. I feel oddly comfortable in this situation where I should feel completely terrified.

"Can't you use the flat next to this or something."

"No. Why, aren't you enjoying my company?" He says standing and walking to me again.

"Not entirely."

"That's unfortunate." He says. I notice he is still walking to me, getting closer and closer until he's stood in front of me, leaning in towards me to get even closer.

"For you or for me?" I taunt. Our lips are now just a small space apart, I feel like eliminating the space, connecting our lips and leaving my old boring life behind for a new one filled with excitement and terror. I decide against it and just stay still. He stays still as well for a moment, before sighing a bit.

"Fuck it." He whispers, and connects our lips and letting his hands travel up my arm and to the side of my neck. I kiss back hesitantly, knowing it's wrong. I let my hands move into his hair and he gently guides me downward into a laying position on the bed. He kisses me with more passion and I allow him, almost encouraging it by pulling him more to me. He pulls away and smiles at me.

"Well this could be fun."

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I got got this idea but I'm not sure if it really turned out how I wanted it to but oh well.

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