When Y/N is shocked to discover who her true flat mate is She falls into the flat of Sherlock Holmes But will they fall for each other? Read to find out! (Cover art does not belong to me, it belongs to the wonderful artist who made it :) )

Sherlock x Reader You aren't exactly fond of Sherlock. He might be brilliant, but he's without a doubt the most rude and arrogant man you've ever had the misfortune to meet... Not to mention he lives a dangerous life. As an American only staying in London for a year, you weren't exactly planning to hang around. But when a shocking turn of events leaves you moving into 221B, you find yourself constantly in the company of the great detective and John Watson. Perhaps you will find that Sherlock isn't so bad, after all. You never wanted to get swept up into Moriarty's game, but once you have, you realize there is no escape. Sherlock is the only thing standing between your life and your death, but Moriarty threatens at every possible turn. Everything you both know will be tested. Will the game make you... or break you? [MILD LANGUAGE]

When you move into 221c Baker street and unknowingly become the neighbor of the great Sherlock Holmes. For some reason he doesn't like you.... Oh the game is on. "I'm armed and never miss I'd suggest you show yourself before my trigger finger gets itchy." "Death threats usually means frustrations towards a person. Isn't that obvious?" "If you had, had time to reflect you would have realized that this was a terrible idea." "I'm her boyfriend and he's with me please let us go in." Make sure to leave comments and such so I can know if this story isn't trash

Moriarty x Reader

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 Moriarty - 6/27/18

Sherlock Holmes. A consulting detective with a capricious persona, gifted with intuition and skilled in the art of deduction. Many might call him an arrogant arse. Completely indifferent to emotions. However, everything changes when a certain someone moves into the neighbouring apartment ; 221C. There's something different about Y/N and Sherlock Holmes is stubborn and keen to unravel the mystery of, Y/N. Soon, it turns into something more.

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 a brow. Lestrade inhaled deeply and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk with his hands interlinked. "She escaped." ✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵ (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has the majority of Europe's finest wondering how she escaped from one of the securest prisons in England. She, of course, had help. But now he wants payment. (Y/L/N) agreed to scratch a few names off of this man's - rather extensive - Hitlist. Doing so whilst on the run is difficult, but (Y/N) manages. That is, until she bumps into a certain consulting detective... ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Hello! This is my first FanFic so, bare with me; sit back, relax and enjoy.