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My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 23*Moriarty’s POV*My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 23 by Mauling-Savage-Sith
Thunk. Moriarty couldn’t help but grin whenever he heard that sound, that beautiful sound of a body hitting the floor. Though, admittedly, he preferred if it was wetter, the victim falling face-first into a pool of their own blood and possibly viscera. But not this time, not to her. Not yet, anyway. He huffed to himself a little; you would look absolutely ravishing dead, your skin so pale and your eyes so lifeless and glassy, your crimson splattered around the place. A pained scream brought him back to reality, pulling him out of his gory little daydream.
“You fucking bastard!” Sebastian screamed, clutching his shoulder as blood trickled from it, making a right mess on the floor. “My fucking shoulder, you shoulder my fucking shoulder, you prick!”
Moriarty had never understood why people named the part of them that was injured, screaming it at the person who had inflicted it. And swearing, the mindless swearing. It was ridiculou
Two Siblings 2The resemblances were uncanny. Right from the age difference between the two to the way the older treated the younger, the similarities were striking. Oh, he knew how it felt to be belittled by an older sibling, who naturally insisted that they were the smarter of the two and would continue to do so until the day they died.Two Siblings 2 by SuperQatarGirl
And that was exactly what he was witnessing now; two siblings, the older about the age of 17, he discerned, the other 7 years younger - the coincidence of it all struck him first with that revelation - were standing on the open street, looking straight at each other, brows furrowed crossly. He could see from the way the older’s lips were tightly held in a line that they had just finished speaking and from the younger’s slightly flaring nostrils and damp eyes he knew that it had not been anything pleasant said; probably a remark concerning his intelligence.
That was when the differences suddenly became clear as daylight to him. These weren’t two bro
Where Our Hearts Truly Lie, Chapter 3Chapter 3: Step One, AcceptanceWhere Our Hearts Truly Lie, Chapter 3 by DragonHaven42
John seemed to run on an automatic cycle. He would wake up early, make himself tea, and sit in front of the telly. He did not leave the flat, and hardly seemed himself except when Sherlock brought him meals. On some occasions he seemed back to normal during these times, but he always returned to staring at the tv screen and ignoring his tea. Then he would shower and sleep next to Sherlock.
After a few days he stopped making excuses.
One night Sherlock woke up realizing he did not have the now familiar warmth next to him. He opened his eyes and saw his flatmate sitting at the edge of the bed.
“John?” he asked sleepily sitting up.
John turned to him, his face stony. He stared at Sherlock’s abdomen and said, “Show me. ”
Show him what? Sherlock’s mind raced as John watched him, waiting. Sherlock reached slowly for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, a cascade of black curls covering his face. John scoot
[Moriarty/Reader] Two of a CrimeWell, hello there,[Moriarty/Reader] Two of a Crime by TheA115
Please excuse the ax,
My name is Sherri,
My name is Max,
I've been living on the streets with a murderous streak,
I was a gun for hire, I was an acid freak,
What a shiny ring!
Don't you look so stunned?
Where'd you get that rock?
I pried it off a nun, when I robbed a church,
Bloody and baptized,
Gave your daddy two shots between the eyes.
Would you call yourself good? No.
Evil? Not necessarily.
"I only kill the ones that deserve it," you claim.
"Then how did little Lucy Jean die, then?" the man asks.
"Civilian casualty. I regret it. I do...But why do you care? From what I hear, you're a stone-cold killer. What's one accidental death to you?" you smirk.
"It was a child."
It was silent for a few moments.
"So who sent you? Who's out to get me now? What are they paying you? I'll give you double if you let me go, right now. Act like this never happened."
"What's it to you?"
"I'd like to know before I die, if you don'
(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]For the remaining nights of the full moon, John and Vistha camped in the witches’ cave, while Sherlock and Aela spent their nights in the mountains. They believed it would be the safest thing to do.(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover] by Darkshine97
John kicked what appeared to be rat bones against the cave wall.
“This place is disgusting.” He said.
“The Glenmoril witches don’t care much for hygiene.” Vistha remarked, clearing a space for him to sit by the fire.
They’d prepared a fire after collecting firewood from outside. The small, flickering fire gave the dank cave an orange glow.
“How did you and Sherlock meet?” Vistha asked.
“We met in prison.” John poked a stick in fire, shifting one of the logs. “We escaped together. I think he’d known exactly how to escape for a long time, but he just didn’t know what he’d do on the outside.”
“So you escaped and came to the college?” Vistha inquired.
“Yes. I saw him transform not l
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