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Summery: Sherlocks funeral hit Mycroft a little harder then he expected.
Word count: 521
Warnings: Mention of Sherlocks faked death, nothing else <3
A/N: Hello Darlings! This idea popped into my head earlier and I just had to write it. Thank you all so much for your support! I hope to be publishing the second chapter of Regency soon, so keep an eye out.
Can you please write a Moriarty x reader meet cute? It just seems so unlikely for someone like him to meet his s/o that way, making it even cuter!
Thank you 🙏
Summery: You meet the most puzzling person at a café.
Word count: 1,424
Warnings: Free and clear, Darling
A/N: Anything for you Darling! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this. I love this idea and I hope you enjoy my execution of it! you are a wonderful human being and I send you all my love! See you later Darlings.
Mingling with the common peasants wasn’t really James Moriarty's style. They were all soooo BORING! Seven billion of them and not a single brain cell among them. He found it tedious to have to talk to them. None of them got it. They didn't see what was right in front of their stupid faces. Sometimes, he almost felt bad for how easily he could mess with their empty little heads. Then they actually spoke and any drops of empathy he had was washed away in the tidal wave of disgust that flooded his brain. He did like to watch them though. To study how they talked and walked and pretended to live a life with any sort of purpose. He had a favorite little café in the heart of London that he loved to watch them all from.
Dancing to classic hits all the time.
Jim being a very jealous boyfriend.
Knowing every powerful person's weakness.
Feeling invincible when you are with him.
Sitting on his lap. ALL. THE. TIME.
Wearing the most breathtaking outfit just because you can.
Being his right hand person.
Helping him plan everything.
Him calling you all the pet names under the sun.
Him loving to call you “baby”, “Love”, “Pet”, and “Sweets”.
Always being hugged from behind.
Kissing him all the time. Not matter who is around
Him whispering suggestive things to you while in meetings.
Him threatening to kill whoever makes you sad.
You being able to calm him down when he gets angry.
Never being afraid of him.
You being his entire world.
Him swearing he would be lost without you.
Saying “I love you” with your eyes a thousand times a day.
Sherlock deducing your relationship before you had decided to tell anyone.
Wearing his shirt to bed and around the house.
Him absolutely adoring that.
Always going down to your favorite pub to watch the football matches together.
Living for your days off together.
Donoven hating you and you not giving a fuck.
Grabbing coffee with him in the morning.
Him kinda being a coffee snob.
Ballroom dancing together at the dance hall and in your flat.
Loving it when he dips you.
Both of you being excellent listeners when the other is upset.
Cuddling when you are sad or anxious.
Him always cheering you up and making you laugh.
His kisses making all your worries fade away.
Saying “I love you” every time you leave each other and hang up the phone. You love the way it feels to hear him say it. Especially at night right before you fall asleep.
Hi! So I imagine Moriarty as the more jealous type, but how would he react if his partner becomes jealous of someone? Fluff please! 🥰 Thank you
Summery: You and Jim Moriarty are long standing partners in more then just crime. you have never really been the jealous one till a Russian office makes a few moves on your man. Jim knows just what to say to let you know you are the only one for him.
Word count: 712
Warnings: Nothing much but some fluff for a lovely mutual!
A/N: Here you go hun! I hope it was something like what you were thinking. its kind of short but I saw the idea and I just had to write it! Enjoy everyone!
Your blood boiled. Your skin crawled. You felt as though you would tear through this mask of calm at any moment and rip the head off of the insolent little wretch who thought she could touch your Jim. The beautiful ballroom you stood in faded from view as you stared at the pair on the dance floor. Jim held the blonde haired woman close to his chest, one hand resting on her back while the other held her hand tightly. He smiled and she laughed at something he said. As a high ranking Russian official she made a useful ally but that didn't stop you from hating her. She thought she could step in and take your Jim away from you as easily as she had done before. Not to your Jim.
Request by: @grellsutcliffsworld (Hope you enjoy it!)
Summery: Thins go sideways after Sherlock enlists the help of Mycroft's Partner. With that and His Partner being a complete cluts Mycroft has a lot on his hands.
Word count: 861
Warnings: Description of a car crash but its not graphic.
A/N: Sorry if Mycroft isn't to in character for this one guys. I haven't written in a while and I need to get my groove back. I hope you all still enjoy it! thank you to @grellsutcliffsworld for the amazing idea!
It started with Sherlock just asking a few questions. Did you know some lords in the house of lords? Did any of them have size twelve shoes? One thing led to another and you were in a car chase with a few members of the Russian mod through central London. You were driving, seeing as you were the only one with a car. Sherlock was in the passengers, eyes closed trying to think. Meanwhile John was in the back shooting at the car behind you through the broken rear window. Everything was a blur. All you could focus on was the road ahead of you. John kept swearing every time you made a hard turn. He was unbuckled and was being thrown about. You had just made a particularly bad turn when Sherlock's eyes snapped open.
