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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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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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.

Your internet died while you were doing research for one of Jim’s high end clients and you ran to the nearest cafe with wifi. Jim called you to ask where you were and you told him where you were.

JM: You’re conducting your research here?

[Y/N]: Internet at my place is dead.

JM: Well this is boring. I was going to take you out on a date.

[Y/N]: We’re already out. And our date will start as soon as i’m done hacking.

Jim nodded and stayed quiet while you focus on your work. A little later you looked over.

He looked so normal and innocent you cant help but take a picture.

# 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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