I Swear I Only Watch Eragon For The Plot.

I swear I only watch Eragon for the plot.

The Plot:

Hello there! I was wondering if you could write me a Sherlock (Moriarty the Patriot) x Female reader story? That is if requests are open. If not that's totally fine.

I have two ideas you can choose from perhaps the two of them meeting at a library/bookstore or she needs help with a case, whichever one you'd like or is easier for you to write.

Thank you in advance. :)

Hey! Don't worry, requests are always open! The real question is how long it takes for me to get to them (sorry about that!)

Enjoy!

Requests, as always, are OPEN.

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Meet Cute with Sherlock (YuuMori)

Cheesy as it is, you two met at a small library.

It was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. It obviously hadn't seen a fresh coat of paint in quite a few years. The owner was almost rude when he spoke to customers. But the books made it all worth it.

The books ranged in subject type, but generally, they were research and study books. It didn't matter what you were looking for, they had a research paper on it.

How long you can store human eyes in the ice box? They have it.

The effects psychosomatic therapy has on rabid hamsters? You can bet they have that one too.

So you were surprised when this quiet, odd little bookstore became chaos.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT HAVE THE LATEST TEXT ON HUMAN DECOMPOSITION?!" His voice was booming. You could hear it from the other side of the store.

The owner raised his hands nonchalantly, "It's been checked out. Better luck next time."

The man screaming took a deep breath, "It was released this morning. How did someone check it out already?!"

You had been making your way towards him, and tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned to face you, and you were struck with the most icy blue eyes you've seen in your life, "Yes?"

You looked down, almost afraid to meet his intense gaze, "I checked it out for my thesis paper. But it's due in a few weeks. If you need it now, then you can have it."

He cocked an eyebrow, "A thesis paper? That involves human decomposition?" His face lit up, "Tell me more!"

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He was an odd fellow. You soon learned that he was a detective, that went by the name Sherlock. And though he could be odd, and his social skills were lacking, he seemed quite kind once you got to know him.

You two soon saw each other a lot at that shop. He was fascinated by crime and science, where you had taken quite an interest yourself.

Soon your two's relationship went from acquaintances to friends. He'd visit your flat, and you'd visit his. You met his flatmate and landlady, as well as some may professor he seemed to enjoy playful banter with.

Crimson eyes widened when he saw you, flickering between you and Sherlock.

"Ah! You must be Y/N, Sherlock's girlfriend, yes?" He shook your hand with a smile.

You blushed, looking over to Holmes and Watson on the other side of the room. Holmes had gone quite wide eyed as well.

"Nothing like that, really," You waved it off, "we're friends!"

The professor cocked an eyebrow, "That's certainly not the impression I had gotten! Pardon me for that. The way he speaks about you - I would have sworn you two were romantically involved."

It was then that Sherlock barged in between you two, not so subtley pushing him towards the door.

"Well, look at the time Liam! It's nearly 4 pm! You should go run and catch your train back to Durham!"

William continued his serene, almost knowing smile, "My train doesn't leave til 6. Surely I could stay longer-"

The door was slammed in his face, and you could soon hear him retreating down the stairs, chuckling.

At some point, Watson had retreated back to his room as well, leaving you alone in the living room with Holmes.

"'Lock?" You were suppressing giggles, "What was that?"

He had gone red faced, stuttering out a few barely understandable sentences. His attention was anywhere besides your face.

So he didn't even notice you had gotten closer to him until he felt a kiss on his cheek.

"I feel for you too, you big dork."

Hello there. I am craving some cute and romantic Moriarty the Patriot imagines since I just joined the fandom. How about one where the reader (female) is singing and Sherlock hears her and start singing along? That would be absolutely amazing. Thank you. :)

VIVACE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom: Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female!Reader (Could be seen as gender-neutral)

I’m tweaking it a tiny bit; I hope that’s okay! This idea just flowed a whole lot better.

The violin piece referenced in this is Bach’s Concerto for Two Violins in D Minor, 1. Vivace

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Finally.

No one was home, and you could practice in peace. You might’ve lived in the room next door and paid rent to Miss Hudson, but the tenants of 221B Baker Street caused enough racket as it was. But now they were all gone.

Miss Hudson was out grocery shopping, Mr. Watson and Mr. Holmes were out on a case, it left you the perfect time to play. In excitement, you knelt and opened your violin case, taking a moment to stare at the beautiful instrument.

But you had to hurry if you wanted time to practice without Mr. Holmes shooting holes in the wall next to your apartment, that is. So, quickly picking up your beloved instrument, you put the shoulder rest on, put it to your shoulder, and held it between your shoulder and your neck while you tightened the bow hairs of your bow.

Setting the bow to your strings, you closed your eyes and began to play.

A few measures in, you heard something.

Another violin playing?

And the accompanying part to the piece you were playing no less.

With a frown, you stepped towards your open window and peeked out, still playing your violin.

It came from 221B next door.

Was it Mr. Holmes? You vaguely remembered Miss Hudson mentioning he could play, and there were some nights when you couldn’t sleep that you would hear melancholic playing of the violin. Finally, the piece came to an end, and it went quiet. There was some quiet talking from the apartment next door and then footsteps. Was someone coming over?

A knock at the door. You bristled and went to the door, tucking the violin under your arm and opening the door.

Sherlock Holmes stood before you, his own violin tucked under his arm and his other carrying his bow. He was avoiding your eyes, starings stubbornly at his shoes.

“Can I help you, Mr. Holmes?” You asked, and he chewed his lip, eyes drifting to the ceiling and still not looking at you.

“Well, I was wondering if… Well… If you’d like to play together again. You aren’t bad for a violinist.” He said the last part was under his breath. You ignored the jab at your violin skills and smiled.

“I’d love that. Would you like to come in for some tea?”

And the rest was history.

Throwback to two years ago when THIS happened. And yes, this is my art!

Am I okay? I just watched episode 8, 9 and 10 in one night. No I'm not okay. 😭