32 18 10 8 Please With Moriarty. If Its To Many Just Pick One Please

32 18 10 8 please with moriarty. If its to many just pick one please

Reader x Moriarty

8. “What part of ‘we’re enemies’ did you not understand?”

10. “I’m not a biology teacher, but I’m pretty sure your dick isn’t supposed to be in your personality.”

18. “I’m not expert, but enemies don’t usually have tea together.”

32. “You’re supposed to be dead. Why aren’t you dead?”

You unlocked the front door to your flat and walked in, freezing in place. “You’re supposed to be dead. Why aren’t you dead?”

“Y/N, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” Jim Moriarty smiled and poured himself a cup of tea.

“I thought you killed yourself.” You blurted out. “And out of all the places you could be why are you sitting in my living room? How did you even get in?”

“Y/N, you always were my favorite.” Jim sighed nostalgically and poured another cup of tea, holding it out towards you. “Tea?”

“I’m not an expert, but enemies don’t usually have tea together.” You muttered warily, taking the cup and placing it on the table.

“Drink up.” Jim smiled at you, taking a sip of his own tea. “It’s rude to let someone as handsome as me drink alone you know.”

“I’m not drinking that tea, Jim.” You shook your head, laughing lightly at the fact he thought you’d be stupid enough to take tea from him.

Jim sighed, taking the cup and drinking from it. “It’s not poisoned. I’d never poison you, Y/N. You’re too good for that. After all, you are my favorite.”

You stared at Jim for a long time before speaking up. “Okay seriously, what part of ‘we’re enemies’ did you not understand?”

“All I’m saying is that we don’t have to be enemies, Y/N.” Jim told you, with his customary smirk plastered on his face. “I like you, Y/N, I really do. You’ve got this fiery personality to you. And you’re witty. You’re definitely someone that could have an intelligent conversation.”

“Thank you?” You said, although it came out more like a question.

“Don’t get me wrong you’ll never be half as smart as I am, but then again the only person that might come close is Sherlock.” Moriarty paused, scanning your body before looking back at your eyes. “But you’re cute enough.”

“I’m not a biology teacher,” You huffed. “But I’m pretty sure your dick isn’t supposed to be in your personality.”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N. We could be partners in crime. You and I would rule England together. I can give you the world and then some.” He told you, leaning across the table and placing his hand on your arm. “And as for Sherlock. He can’t give you half the things that I could.”

“Sherlock’s a better man then you are.” You pulled your arm back.

Jim Moriarty let out a deep, sinister laugh. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that one, love. You’d be surprised about the kind of man he is.”

You looked away from Moriarty, not wanting him to know that his words made you think twice about Sherlock. He grabbed your hand, snapping you out of your thoughts and placed a kiss on the back of it. “If you do change your mind love, just give me a call.”

With that, Moriarty left his card on your table and walked out the door as if he had never been there.

sibling steals your toy energy

also, he JUST found out they’re related and he’s already got his loki annoyed me face on which means its actually his general sibling annoyance face

You’re a Father

You: *sitting on the bed looking worried*

Loki, walking up to you: Darling, is everything alright?

You, breathing out and faking a smile: Y-yeah, everything is fine

Loki: Well it sure doesn’t seem that way, *sitting down* is there anything you want to talk about?

You: N-no

Loki: I know you’ve been sick lately, but it’s time we should take you to the doctor. You’ve been throwing up every morning for a few days now.

You: I-it’s fine Loki. It’s probably just the stomach flu.

Loki, kissing you on the forehead: If you insist, my love. Just tell me if you need anything. I’m always here for you.

Loki: *starts to leave the room*

You: *bursts into tears*

Loki, immediately turning around: What’s wrong???

You, through tears: I-I

Loki: You can tell me, darling. It’s okay.

You: I’m pregnant.

Loki: *frozen in his tracks staring wide-eyed*

Loki: *starts staring at the ground*

You: I took a test a few days ago and it was positive. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I was just so worried that you would-

Loki, running up to you and sweeping you off the ground: I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!!!

Loki, looking at you and kissing you on the cheek: And you’re going to be a mother! TO MY CHILD!

You, stuttering: Y-you’re not mad?

Loki: MAD?! IM OVERJOYED! Ever since we got married this was one of the only things I’ve wanted.

Loki: I know we’ve both been too busy to talk about it but... WE ARE HAVING A CHILD!!!!

Thor, out of nowhere: I'M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!

Loki, placing your down and turning to Thor: What in Valha- WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!

Thor, running up to you both: That doesn’t matter! *smiling widely* IM GOING TO BE AN UNCLE TO YOUR CHILD!

You: *giggling*

Thor, ecstatically: Ever since you were dating, all Loki would talk about was his future with you and having children!

Thor, squealing and hugging you both tight: And now it’s finally happening!!!!

You,turning to Loki: Is this true?

Loki, blushing and gazing into your eyes: Every word,my love.

Thor, hastily running out of the room: I must go tell the others!

Loki: Thor wai-

Thor: *already left the room*

You: Oh well, there he goes

Loki, turning and hugging you while resting his head on top of yours: You my dear, will be an amazing mother.

You, hugging him back: And our daughter will have the best father.

Loki, looking at you: Daughter?

You, looking into his eyes and nodding: Mhmm

Loki, smiling: We're having a beautiful baby girl!

Loki, cupping your face: She'll be just as beautiful and wonderful as her mother.

You, giggling: And maybe just as mischievous as her father.

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Sherlock Master List

ABC PROMPTS (features Sherlock, Mycroft and Moriarty)

***Reader insert / x reader***

A is for A Chance Meeting (Fluff) - Headcanons 

B is for Breaking and Entering (Humor and Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios

C is for Catcall (Jealousy and fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios

D is for Deceitful Death (Angst) - Scenarios 

E is for Epiphany (Fluff) - Headcanons

F is for Fever (Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios 

G is for Goodbye For Now (Melancholy) - Headcanons

H is for Homely life (Fluff) - Domestic headcanons 

I is for Impressing You (Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios 

J is for Jealousy (Jealousy) - Headcanons 

K is for Kicking Ass - Prompts

L is for Living Together (Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios

M is for Marriage (Fluff) - Headcanons and scenarios

N is for Nightmare (Comfort) - Headcanons

O is for Opportunity of Parenthood (Fluff / Humor) - Headcanons

P is for Pregnancy (Fluff / Humor) - Headcanons

Q is for Quiet (Comfort) - Scenarios

R is for Requests - Headcanons: Arguments, Repetitive, Kissing

S is for Summer Vacation (Gen) - Headcanons

T is for Taken (Angst / Worrying) - Headcanons

U is for Umbrella (Fluff) - Scenario 

V is for Very Bad Timing (Gen) - Scenario

W is for Waiting

X is for Xanthos (Gen) - Headcanons 

Y is for Yandere (Horror) - Headcanons 

Z is for Zero 

Death Puns and Assassins (James Moriarty x Reader)

James Moriarty smiled.

One would think that it wasn’t a big deal. But, his genuine smiles (not his trademark smirks) were as rare as the instances where Sherlock was, in fact, incorrect regarding his deductions.

His smiles meant one of two things: Either Sherlock had fallen into one of his elaborate mind games or schemes, or Moriarty had just received a text from (y/n).

No one knows when these texts began. (Y/n) was hired as one of Moriarty’s assassins ages ago, and many agree that the texts became a ritual presumably from the first hit.

It goes something like this: Moriarty sends a  name, place, and time. And hour later, a text chime announces a confirmation that everything went well. The part that caused him to smile, though, was the strange method (y/n) used when providing evidence that the deed was done.

(Y/n)’s confirmation text only consisted of two things: A gruesome selfie with the corpse, and a cringe-worthy pun describing the death.

Tonight’s text was a prime example; (y/n) was posed with their arm around the body of a man who had (poorly) attempted to betray Moriarty. Now, the man was turning cold and had his eyes glassing over. And the cause of death? A couple dozen nails hammered into his skull. The hammer (y/n) had used was still bloody, and lying in the back of the photo.

The attached comment had only a simple phrase. “Nailed it.”

Why did Moriarty, the Napoleon of crime, find these stupid puns and photos amusing? No one has figured it out yet. But everyone agrees on one thing.

His smile is a beautiful, maddening thing. Even if it’s only shown because of death puns and assassins.

Miss Me? - Jim Moriarty

( @watooosh ) Request: Hello again! Can I ask for an imagine with Moriarty, where the reader is as psychotic as him and she is a world class hacker? They know that they are in love with each other, but hasn’t said anything. So after Moriarty kills himself, the reader is devastated, but she doesn’t show any emotion. After two years Moriarty shows up. It’s up to you if they get a happy ending

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You hummed softly to yourself as you unlocked your front door, and headed into your homely abode. It had been a long and gruelling day of having to deal with those less competent then yourself and honestly you were just tired.

So the moment you were able to head home, you all but dropped everything and called a cab. 

You barely noticed the lingering figure in your living room as you pulled off your heavy coat. It was winter time in London right now, so it was snowing and cold, making you have to cover yourself in multiple layers and a thick trench coat. You leaned up on your tipi-toes, hanging up your coat before pulling off your scarf and mittens.

You let out a satisfied smile the moment you were free of your heavy clothing, letting out a relieved sigh before turning around. But the moment you did, your eyes fell on a familiar face, pulling you into an state of absolute shock. “What the…” 

Moriarty grinned, “miss me?”

You gasped, taking a step back and your hands falling to your parted lips in bafflement. What was…. how? How was Moriarty alive? You had seen him die, with your own eyes, not to mention that you had seen his body after the death. How… “I’m going crazy,” you whispered, shaking your head with distress. Moriarty laughed, as if this was anything to laugh at it and shook his head, taking a step towards you.

You backed up in response, scared of your own mind. “You aren’t real. You cannot be real - you’re dead,” you rambled, eyes wide. 

The one that told you in fact this was real, was the familiarity of Moriarty’s sickening laugh. The one that told you he knew something you didn’t or that he thought he was above - which in reality, Moriarty did. With a sigh, you tried to calm yourself and met his eyes. “How?” You whispered, “how are you here?”

“Trick of the mind, darling.” Moriarty sang, taking a step towards you. You didn’t flinch from him this time, letting Moriarty take his hand in your own and pull you closer. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered as he leaned into your neck, and you scoffed.

“I’m sure you did,” you whispered, voice still shaky. “I don’t understand…-”

Moriarty cupped your cheek, bringing your attention back on his eyes and grinned widely. “Shh,” he soothed, “the game is back on.”

Your heart plummeted, understanding the hidden meaning behind his words. You thought your world of crime was over, but it seemed you were wrong. You nodded in response to Moriarty, ignoring the way you felt and confusion that was clouding your judgment. “Okay.”

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