Moriarty x Reader
Moriarty x Reader
A girl on the run. A detective thought to be dead. These two have history. Some good some bad. How will it go down?
He slid the dossier across the desk. Sherlock opened it and examined its contents. Inside there was a mugshot of a woman with (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair, gleaming (Y/E/C) eyes and a smirk on her lips. "Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Lestrade told Sherlock. "She was a prisoner at Bronzefield." "Was?" Sherlock inquired, cocking...
His eyes, filled with emptiness and insanity as they stared at you. A wide smirk along those cold lips while he leaned in towards your ear, terrified of what you might hear. He chuckled darkly "Honey, I'm King." - The devil doesn't come in red horns and a cape, he comes as in everything you've ever wanted. #7 in Moria...
Sherlock Holmes x Reader "Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side." The mere thought of it would almost make him cringe. Almost. "The world is filled with vital experiences, and sometimes we have to travel to the losing side to get them." You were a new pathologist at Bart's hospital working alongside...