Sherlock: Oneshots and Imagines [request open]

(Fluff) I 'ship' it: Holmes!reader x Moriarty

"Aren't you scared?" You let out a laugh and sigh.

"Of my brothers rivals petty little game? Sure," sarcasm dripped off your tongue as you quietly fiddled with the restraints. "So, what is it this time, Mr Moriarty?"

"Your brother hasn't been playing my games, Miss Holmes, oh, and please, call me Jim,"

You give a smirk and nod at the consulting criminal who stood curiously in front of you. "So uh... is this my room? Do I get a bathroom or bed?"

Moriarty seemed a little taken aback before composing himself and grinning from ear to ear. "Behave, my dear, and you may get treated well,"

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Quietly humming to yourself you continued to paint on the lovely canvas you were given. It had been a few months and Moriarty had decided to keep you for a little while longer than your brother would have wanted. Finishing the last stroke of hair you sigh and smile at the half finished portrait. A light knock was heard at the door.

"Morning, Y/n," It was normal for Jim to visit you early in the morning, you see during the first two weeks you were well behaved and given a room in his mansion. You didn't dare escape after spotting snipers at every exit, able to shoot you down in an instant.

"Morning, Jim," you take take a sip of your coffee/tea that Moriartys right hand man, Sebastian, had delivered to you this morning like clockwork. "Has my brother figured out my location yet? Any of your ingenious riddles?" You teased. The criminal let's put a light laugh.

"He has figured all the riddles I've sent him... but they lead to the wrong location," giving a wide grin you laugh softly.

"Why do you insist on keeping me here? Am I that great of company?" You look up at Jim who shrugs.

"Maybe," blushing you look back down at your painting and contour the face. "Do you... enjoy my company?"

"Is the Napoleon if crime looking for approval?" You counter with a smirk, just catching sight of his pink tinted cheeks. "Surprisingly yes... you aren't such a bad person... minus the kidnapping and killing," he chuckles and sits down beside you.

"Do you mind?" He takes a paintbrush and dips it in white. Shaking your head he paints a highlight on the eyes and fixes up a small spot on the collarbone of the subject. "Small details are key," you grin and nudge him slightly as he places the brush into the paint pot.

"Didn't know you painted,"

"I'm just full of surprises," rolling your eyes you resume painting beside the criminal who shifted slightly. "Y/n?"

"Yes?" He avoids eye contact with you. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I was just wondering... would you like to... have dinner with me?" A blush creeps up your face as he continues. "You haven't been outside in months- you don't have to accept it was just a thought-"

"I'd love to," Moriarty stops his ramble and looks into your e/c eyes and nods quickly before standing up.

"Perfect... Sebastian will deliver and outfit, be ready by 7," he quickly leaves the room, the door shutting quickly. Shaking your head with a toothy grin you weren't aware of Moriarty leaning against the wall with a flustered smile.

~~~

"Tonight was lovely," you held onto Moriartys arm as you strolled down the street.

"It really was," he says softly, stopping and turning to you. "Y/n?" You hum, his deep brown eyes looking down at you with a glint of nervousness. "Can I- can I kiss you?" With your heart racing you give a subtle nod making him smile and lean in. When you lips touched it felt like fireworks went off and time slowed down... it was so perfect... but obviously it had to be ruined.

"Nice ass, Slut!" A drunk passerby yells at you suddenly making your groan. turning to the man and his friends you hold Moriarty back as he reached for his gun.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" You say sweetly to the man. "Oh! That's right... she didn't have time the moment your ran away with your high school lover! Who, by the way, telling by your shoes, is sleeping with your sons math teacher,"

"What the-" the man stutters.

"Might also want to deal with that rash on your arse... hope you choke on a dick!" Flipping off the gobsmacked man you quickly pulled Jim away who looked absolutely impressed. "What an arsehole," you grumble, once getting a good way away from the scene.

"You..."

"Deduced? Yeah, seems to run in the family," Jim was quick to stop you and take your hand. "What?" He quickly placed his lips back onto yours, gently placing a hand on your cheek and pulling you close.

"You surprise me everyday," he mumbles when pulling back. Looking dreamily into the criminals eyes kiss him again, but it seemed the universe was against you both that day because low and behold your older brother Sherlock Holmes and his best friend, John Watson, had spotted you two from across the street.

"Moriarty!" Widening your eyes you feel yourself being pulled away from Jim who was pushed to the ground. "You bastard! Get away from my sister!" Moriarty massages his jaw before chuckling.

"God dammit, Sherlock!" You grumble and go to help Moriarty only for John to hold you back.

"Are you hurt? Drugged? What did he do to you?" The doctor quickly checked you for any bruises or dilated eyes.

"For god sake, we were just on a date! No he didn't drug me," pushing away John you help up Moriarty who smiles smugly at a shocked Sherlock. "Should I call Seb?"

"No, that's alright, my dear, Seb is right there," a sleek black car pulls up next to the group and a tall blonde man walks out to open the door. "Shall we go?"

"She's not going anywhere with you, you psychopath!" John pushes you behind him.

"Very well," Moriarty winks at you before climbing into the car.

"Take care of him?" You ask Seb softly who nods and drives off. Turning to the two boys you give a low scowl. "Thanks for ruining my night out," grabbing your purse from the ground you walk off to your flat, 221b, which was not that far. The two fuming boys right behind you bombarding you with questions.

~~~

Staring out the window of 221b you sigh and snuggle up under the blanket in the living room. Your two older brothers were quietly discussing about the situation in the kitchen while you listened to music.

"I don't understand... how could she do such a thing?!" Sherlock growled. You peer at the street below and see a package being dropped off. Slipping out the flat you walk down the stairs and pick up the package which was sent to you. Thanking the delivery man you bring it back upstairs, just hearing the slight mumble of your brothers.

"I don't see what the big deal is,"

"Big deal?- she was kidnapped! And now she's prancing around with her kidnapper! It's Stockholm syndrome 101, Mycroft!" Sitting down on the couch you open up the package to see your slightly more finished painting rolled up, brushes and paints under it. A small note lay on top of it.

Dear Y/n,

I hope you don't mind I painted a bit more... I hope to see you again, without your idiot brother ruining the night. If you would like, meet me tomorrow night at Kew Gardens, 7pm. I hope you accept this invite.

Sincerely,
Jim Moriarty x

A warm fuzzy feeling bubbles up inside you as you read over the note a few more times. Sighing and looking over the much more improved painting you grin and get to work, hopefully passing time by finishing the portrait.

"I don't like it..." Sherlock grumbles as he stares at you, who was happily painting.

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you... I 'ship' it, as most would say nowadays," Mycroft says softly looking at you.

"Oh dear lord," The younger Holmes brother rolls his eyes and walks off to his room, slamming the door shut making the oldest Holmes chuckle.

"They will be good for each other," Mycroft mumbles to John who was staring weirdly at him.

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THIS WAS ADORABLE

- Anna ❤️