The Great Game - Chapter 1 (Sherlock Fic)

The Great Game - Chapter 1 (Sherlock fic)

Pairing: Jim Moriarty x Reader (Reader with designated first name)

Author Note: I literally had no plans to start this fic until about 20 minutes ago and couldn’t stop the inspiration so here’s me joining the Sherlock fandom trashwagon! May be some proofreading errors since this was done on the fly. Chapter Summary: Moriarty invades your office with style CHAPTER 1

Oh I…I just died in your arms tonight…

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Frigga : The books I sent, do they not interest you?

Loki : Why is there an entire pile of tomes by that Shakespeare fellow?

Frigga : A polite young man from Midgard insisted that you needed them.

Loki: so what you're saying is; everything is society's fault, and we as individuals never need to take responsibility for anything?

Thor: Uh no, not exactly. I was just saying that-

Loki: Yeah, I like that. I didn't do anything wrong because I can't do anything wrong because we're all just products of our environment, bouncing around like marbles in the game of Hungry Hungry Hippos that is our random and cruel universe.

Thor: No, wait, that's not what I'm saying!

Loki: Yeah, it's not my fault. It's society. Everything is because of society!

#8 ‘Why are you so jealous?” With Moriarty pleaaaase and thank you 🙏😍❤️

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Rating: G

Category: F/M

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)

Relationship: Jim Moriarty/Female Reader

Tags: Imagine, Moriarty is alive & in love, humor, flirt, love confession, Greg does his best, playful reader.

Words: 1230

Notes: I’m not a native, please, forgive my mistakes. Gif is not mine. I hope you’ll enjoy it

James Moriarty had been an evil mastermind of the crime, that’s true. He had been manipulated by Eurus to commit his worst misdeeds, that’s also true and that’s probably why it hadn’t be this difficult to put him back in the right path after all the debacle of Sherringford. Poor thing just needed some sympathy and trust to agree to help Scotland Yard catching the worst scoundrels, after him, of course. Well, the truth must be said: maybe working with Y/N had played an important role in this new collaboration with the Police. Moriarty’s sweet spot for her was really obvious. Except for Y/N.

The criminal of the day hadn’t been caught up yet, this is why Y/N, Jim and Lestrade had followed him to the restaurant where he went an hour ago. In other words: a plank. The two Detectives had stayed into the car while Jim had followed the outlaw inside, to be sure he wouldn’t fly away. Since the guy was just having a meal, the only thing to do was waiting. For now. The three justiciaries were tired, the man had made then running into London all the week without a possibility to catch him red-handed yet. Faces were low and mood bad. To avoid the situation becoming even less bearable, Greg started a little talk with Y/N

“Not the most thrilling case we have been working on, isn’t it?”

Y/N was positively bored. Sitting during hours in a car wasn’t the part she preferred the most in her job. But she understood her friend’s purpose and gave him a little smile.

“Indeed. What has been your most thrilling case?”

Even if she knew very well she was doing exactly what Lestrade expected her to do, she found herself unable to refrain a genuine chuckle when the Detective answered like an old cop in a bad movie

“I have seen strange things you know. I’ve arrested more bad guys and madmen than I can count, but the most frightening case I’ve been on must be the one John called The Hound of the Baskervilles…”

Of course, Y/N already knew everything about this story since John had told her during one of his awkward try to seduce her. But a good story can be told numerous times without loosing its interest when it’s done by a good taleteller. Y/N was ready to hear Greg’s version of the Baskervilles case when her phone vibrated in her pocket. With a little nod to her colleague to let him know she was still listening, Y/N reached to her phone. That was Jim. Odd since they all had headsets and microphones, so they were able to communicate with each other all the time.

“Did you really have to do that? – JM”

“To do what? – Y/N”

“To ask the Old Fox to tell you a story… - JM”

“Well, that was it or counting the flies so… – Y/N”

“I’m afraid you made a bad choice, Y/N – JM”

Jim couldn’t help but always annoying Lestrade in a way or another, but, deeply, he really liked the Detective. That was part of the reasons Y/N had a big crush on the repented criminal, beyond all the layers of smugness and sarcasm, there was a loving, caring good man.

“C’mon, it’s a great story! – Y/N”

“Eh… No. My crimes were incredible, scary, but beautiful and clever. Baskervilles was… How could I say it? Rough? Messy? Gross! I can’t believe good old Greg preferred that to my works – JM”

At this point, Y/N wasn’t listening to Lestrade anymore but chuckling at her phone

“Really? Why are you so jealous? It’s not because Daddy isn’t talking about you right now that he doesn’t love you anymore, you know? – Y/N”

She heard a little gasp on her headset. He had read the text.

“You’re totally misunderstanding the situation. I’m not jealous, why should I be? And, please, never call Greg “daddy” again, would you? Never – JM”

Jim liked to annoy Greg. Y/N adored to annoy Jim, this was their way to flirt after all.

“My, my, what a dirty mind you have! I wasn’t calling him “Daddy” this way and I was implying he was your daddy, not mine. And, by the way, I don’t think I misunderstand the situation: you’re upset Greg didn’t choose one of your crime to tell me and because he’s rambling at Sherlock’s genius instead, that’s all – Y/N”

This time, Moriarty couldn’t contain a giggle while reading Y/N answer, happily, Greg didn’t hear it.

“I just told my crimes were better than this ridiculous horror tale, and I uphold. I’m a misunderstood genius *sight* but brainy is the new sexy *wink* - JM”

Well, if that wasn’t an opening it was looking like a lot! Fine.

“Brainy is quite cool, but jealous is really sexy – Y/N”

There was a little blank. Half a minute while Y/N asked herself if she had misunderstood the genius, if she had crossed the boundaries of their flirting. Then, another message.

“All right, I confess, I’m jealous Greg is talking to you about Sherlock and not about me – JM”

 Easy, Y/N, easy. Not time to scare him.

“Why? – Y/N”

“I already told you – JM”

Well, easy, ok, but she didn’t have any of that sh*t, it seemed he needed one more push…

“Really? I’m sorry but I love this story. Besides, jealous is sexy but honest is SO hot… – Y/N”

She heard Jim clearing his throat at the other end of the line. Time to see where they were really going.

“Fine, fine, I’m jealous because Greg is rambling about Sherlock and not about me because I want you to be impressed by me and not by Sherlock. Are you happy now? – JM.”

Very. One more little push, just for the fun. Y/N couldn’t resist.

“Nothing thrills me more than possessiveness – Y/N”

The answer was immediate.

“Could you, please, tell Greg to stop squeezing your arm each time he thinks he’s saying something funny? I really like him and I would regret to have to punch him in the face immediately after the end of this case. Thanks in advance. – JM”

At that, Y/N looked up from her phone and saw Jim waving a little at her by the window of the restaurant. She tried to hide her laugh and her blush in the same time and ended coughing her lungs on the passenger seat, interrupting Lestrade by the way.

“Y/N! Are you all right?”

She was still trying to get her breath back when she heard Jim’s voice in her headset.

“She has to, our man is leaving, I’m on it but be ready. And, Greg, get off my girl, please.”

The two Detectives exclaimed in the same time, although Y/N voice still was a little throttled

“Your girl?”

And Moriarty to grumble

“Yes, my girl, my future girl, soon-to-be-girlfriend, love-interest, whatever… Didn’t know I had to be that precise, it’s a question of hours now. Can’t we catch this son of a b*tch so I can propose already? My, you should know patience isn’t my greatest virtue…”

That certainly wasn’t the most thrilling case Y/N had worked on but, my… It even was her favourite, so far!

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# 47 ‘You’re seriously like a man-child’ with Moriarty please 😍❤️ you are my favourite writer on tumblr thank you for your hard work ❤️

Awww thank you! It really moves me, I’ll do my best

Rating: G

Category: F/M

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)

Relationship: Jim Moriarty/Female Reader

Tags: Imagine, Headcanon, Moriarty is alive, Moriarty needs a hug, childish, humor.

Words: 458

Notes: I’m not a native, please, forgive my mistakes. Gif is not mine. I hope you’ll enjoy it

You had met Moriarty a few months ago. At first, he had alleged to be Richard Brook, an actor or that kind of sh*t, but you weren’t stupid. When you had started to understand the situation, you had asked for the truth, and faster than that, please. Now! He had had no choice but to confess everything. This was the first time you said him you loved him. Yes, you loved him, why wouldn’t you? He had been manipulated by a crazy woman who, herself, had been locked up in a high security prison since she was five years old, in what alternative universe this situation could end well? In yours; love is stronger than everything, remember? All right.

So, this is how you had ended up at 221b Baker Street, when Sherlock Holmes came back from the dead. No, no, Jim hadn’t killed himself, he wouldn’t have dared, the fool! He was kindly waiting for you at home while you were gone to meet his best enemy to try to convince him Jim wasn’t a monster. Easy peasy. No problem.

No, no, it wasn’t sarcasm, you had managed to convince him surprinsigly easily, it was to believe the Detective already knew Jim just needed a hug and a big lecture. And he agreed to meet him without trying to kill him or calling Scotland Yard. As well, Jim had agreed to go apologizing without doing something as stupid as dangerous, and you would be there to make sure they both kept their promises. They should better. But… Well, there’s always a “but” isn’t it? Twenty minutes before the meeting, Jim was sitting in your sofa, refusing to move.

“Jim… Get up, please.”

“No.”

“Jim, get the f*ck up or you will be in big trouble, you jackass!”

“N.O.P.E.”

“For God sake! You’re seriously like a man-child! Move immediately your arse from this f*cking sofa or I’ll make you and it will be really unepleasant!”

The greatest evil mastermind of his century looked up to you, he was just a scared puppy right now.

“Y/N, I’m… I’m afraid… What if Sherlock doesn’t believe me? What about Eurus? What about my crimes?”

Well, you were really head over heels, to be honest. How could you resist to this? How? You couldn’t. So you sat up next to him and said:

“Everything will be all right my love, Sherlock Holmes may be a lot of things, but he’s not a traitor. He will keep his promises. I’ll make him if I have to. now, come with me, come start a new life.”

With that, he took your hand and smiled to you, getting up. You see, cometimes, even geniuses need to be comforted.

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His Queen

Summary: Y/n is a writer who is working on a new novel. Moriarty is one of her biggest fans. He decides to send her a special gift

Pairing: James Moriarty x fem!reader

Warning: possessive Moriarty 

A/n: requested by anon. I have three other Sherlock fics to do this week so hopefully I’ll be able to do them as soon as possible. I had a lot of fun with this, hope you enjoy :)

He sat on his throne as if it was made for him. As if he was a God and everyone else was below him, a pawn in his little game. He smirked to himself. 

“Is there anything you require your highness?” a maiden asked from below him. 

“Right now, a queen.”

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