Moriarty x Reader: Dancing with the devil ~ Chapter 1: Those eyes of his...

(YN) : your name  (HC) : hair colour  (EC): Eye colour (HL):Hair length (FC): Favourite Colour (NN): Nick-name

Your POV

You sighed in annoyance as you heard your dratted phone ring for the umpteenth time, you reached for your phone and there it read that your mother was calling. You clicked the green icon and answered it.

"Hello Mother." You said dully

"Hello Darling! I just wanted to see if you are coming to the annual ball!"

'Shit...' You thought to yourself

Your mother always holds these extravagant balls every year and every year you are forced to go to these silly social parties. You were born into a high end family, your father owned a business that earned a lot of money over the years. You were introduced to many families at these social gatherings, but one family in particular took your interest.

The Holmes family.

You were a mere 8 year old girl when you met the Holmes family, you first met their youngest son who was the same age as you. Sherlock. He despised you at first but grew to adore you like a brother/sister relationship. The two of you would only get up to mischief when together. You and Sherlock were a dynamic duo and even Mycroft had a 'slight' liking to you. He put up with you and Sherlock's shenanigans. But that couldn't last long...

Soon it was time to grow up and it wasn't easy for Sherlock. The dynamic relationship you had with Sherlock was dying. Soon, Sherlock was being yelled abuse at by other pupils at his school and you couldn't do anything about it. The two of you were at completely different schools. You didn't find out about this until you heard the news about Sherlock being admitted into hospital because of an overdose. You remember sprinting to the hospital when you heard. He was like family to you. Thankfully he survived but you nearly killed him when he awoke. You were furious but you were just glad he was alright. Soon after he was discharged from hospital was he transferred to your school. The two of you reconnected as friends and soon were back to stirring up mischief.

You knew that Sherlock had the ability to become a detective, since you were young you knew that he had the abilities to do that job. You on the other hand didn't know what to do with your future. Sherlock said you could be his companion but you didn't see yourself being his companion or assistant. You wanted more than that. You wanted to be face to face with the criminals and to uncover what they hide. Your mother was shocked when you told her this. She wanted you to become a model or something lady-like.

You were exposed to the sight of blood and death at a young age, you and Sherlock had seen blood during one of your adventures with him. You saw a dead deer in the wood and you and Sherlock were so confused and wanted to know what happened to it. Your mother was distraught at the idea of you seeing the deer and thought that you were traumatized... but you weren't...

Your mother wanted you to become something you never wanted to become. She was disappointed in you. You convinced her that this was what you wanted to do. You were still unsure but you knew for certain that you wanted to be the one to uncover things about psychopaths and criminals that no-one could see. Just like Sherlock could. He could deduce but you just couldn't. You tried to but it failed. You remember those late nights, trying to figure out how but just couldn't until you stumbled upon an article.

'Hypnosis uncovers the truth in a criminal when the police couldn't.'

You remember reading the article thoroughly and taking every word in, trying to understand what everything meant. You remember researching all you could on Hypnosis. It intrigued you and when you told Sherlock, he too was shocked but supported you. You studied and eventually got a place in a prestigious university in the US. You remember the day you left  and how sad Sherlock looked. You hugged him so tightly before entering the plane to go on the long plane journey. You studies Hypnotherapy and Psychology and came out as the top of the class. You got everything you needed to start your career. You just needed to find out where to start it.

FLASH FORWARD 4 YEARS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This is where you find yourself now, back in the UK. You were working all over Britain, they used your skills to help them in investigations. You reunited with Sherlock after so long and met his companion John Watson. Sherlock helped you move into 221C which was above Sherlock and John's flat. It was a straight forward move,  no hassles which made your day. 

You now could hear your mother calling you from the other side of the phone as if you were still a child. 

"(YN)!!! (YN)!!!" 

"Oh um yeah?"

"I thought you had left me there but I was wondering if you were still coming to the ball?"

"Mum, I have a job here and I have a responsibility!"

"(YN) (MDN) (LN)! IT IS A FAMILY TRADITION TO ATTEND THE BALL! THE BALL HAS BEEN A TRADITION IN THIS FAMILY FOR GENERATIONS!!" Your mother practically yelled down the phone which made you flinch slightly, pulling the phone away from your ear and putting her on speaker-phone.

"Fine! I'll go!"

"Of course you are! Bring a date too! If you don't have a date then bring some friends!"

"Fine!" You hung up on her and sighed. You walked over to the kitchen in your flat and went over to the already brewed kettle, you poured yourself a cup of tea and sighed. You picked up the mug and as you walked over to your living-room. You were shocked by the sight of a tall figure in front of you which made you drop your mug

"SHIT!" You swore as the mug smashed when it hit the ground, the tall figure turned around and it turned out to be Sherlock

"Damnit Sherlock! DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT! And secondly... how did you get into my flat?" You questioned him.

"Your front door was open."

"Oh..." You rubbed the back of your neck and then looked at the floor where the broken mug was lying in thousands of pieces and your carpet was now going to smell of tea for a while...

You didn't mind that much about the smell, you were more worried about how much pain it is going to be when trying to remove a massive brown splatter of tea from your cream carpet.

"You're cleaning that up..." You muttered and stepped over the shards of the mug. Sherlock grumbled and sat himself down on your sofa

"Make yourself at home!" You said sarcastically and sat yourself down on the sofa beside him

"What did your mother say?" Sherlock asked

"I have to go to the ball this year... she says I have to bring a date or bring friends..."

"So... Sherlock.. um... would you and John please come with me tonight."

"No."

"PLEASE SHERLOCK!!! PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASE!" You whined and gave him puppy dog eyes, he could never say no to them.

"FINE! I'll ask John to come with us, I'll go! Just stop with the puppy dog eyes!" He groaned which made you smile

"Thanks Sherly." You teased by using his nickname from when the two of you were kids.

"Stop it, don't use that nickname! You know how much I despise that nickname (NN)."

"That's why I call you it!" You smiled and ruffled up his already messy mop of hair.

A knock was heard

"Come in!" You said, knowing that it was John

John walked inside and smiled at you and Sherlock

"What's up you two?"

"We're going to a ball tonight." Sherlock said bluntly

"What?" John asked, sounding very much confused

You explained to John what was going on while Sherlock walked into your kitchen and started to clean up the mess where the mug was.

"Sherlock is actually cleaning?! What a miracle?!" John said, sounding surprised which made Sherlock scoff.

TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were now fully dressed and ready to go to the ball, you brushed down your silky (FC) coloured ball-gown. It was slimming dress with a slightly shiny finish. It was simple yet elegant. The dress was sent to today by your mother by one of the butlers. He was able to get to your flat quick enough to give you the dress in time. You put some make-up on and curled your hair slightly. Your (HL) (HC) hair looked more wavy than curly. You sighed and grabbed a light jacket. You put on some small black heels and grabbed your keys. You switched off all of the lights.

You closed the door behind you and locked your flat door. You walked up to 221B. Mrs Hudson was exiting 221B when she saw you.

"Oh my! You look stunning (YN)!" She squealed

"Thank you Mrs Hudson." You smiled softly and made your way to the door of the flat of 221B. You entered and leaned against the door-frame

"Ready Boys?" You chuckled when you saw John fiddling with Sherlock's tie.

John turned around and his eyes widened

"Woah!" John breathed out

"What? Its just a dress..."

"I've never seen you in a dress before, why don't you wear them often?"

"Honestly, I prefer wearing my trousers and blouse since it is more comfy and easy to move in..."

"I see..." John sighed

You looked at Sherlock and saw that his hair was gelled back and you burst out laughing. You let your chuckles subside when you saw Sherlock's pissed off expression. You stopped chuckling and messed up Sherlock's gelled hair. His curls were set free and looked much better that way

"There you go! You look much more like yourself like this! I could barely recognise you with the gel in your hair, Sherly." You teased and made your way out of the flat before Sherlock caught up with you. You walked outside and a sleek, black limousine stopped outside the flat and a man opened the door for you

"Hurry up you two! I'll leave without you if you don't hurry up!" You shouted to John and Sherlock as you got in the limousine. Sherlock and John ran down and got in the limousine.

"Before you ask John, my mother sent the limousine since she knows how it would be painful to get public transport to where the house is." You sat comfortably in your seat beside Sherlock. You sighed and looked outside of the window.

The journey to the house of your family was long and tiresome. But soon enough, you arrived at the home. The driver got out and opened the door for you and the boys. You stepped out and brushed your dress to straighten it and to push out the ruffles. You sighed and saw John and Sherlock step out and stand beside you as you looked at your childhood home.

"Lets go in." Sherlock sighed and started walking to the front door, you and John followed quickly behind and reached the front door where you were greeted by your mother who was faffing and saying things like...

'Sherlock! You have grown into a handsome man indeed!'

'Oh hello! You must be Sherlock's boyfriend!' You remembered hearing which made you snort, Sherlock elbowed you in the side which made you chuckle.

"Its a shame that Mycroft couldn't come this year..." Your mother sighed and with that, both You and Sherlock burst into laughter.

"A SHAME! Are you serious Mother!" You and Sherlock were in absolute hysterics. Your mother huffed and went to go talk to other guests. You sighed and started walking around the large ballroom in which the ball was taking place

The high ceiling was painted beautifully and the renaissance art stood out even more beautifully. A large diamond chandelier hung from the ceiling and shone brightly on the many high class people who were already dancing to what sounded to be 'Mozart'. You noticed that Sherlock and John were stopped and were forced to chat with your father which made you giggle slightly. You were far into the ballroom, you could no longer see Sherlock or John. You sighed and saw that nearly everyone was dancing away

"Now what's a beautiful dove like you standing here and not dancing?" A new voice spoke to you, the voice sounded Irish. You turned around to see a man in a black tux standing beside you. His eyes were a dark brown, like dark chocolate. The man had a devious smirk on his face that seemed playful but also mischievous. He had slick black hair that was pulled back at the sides.

"No-one wants to dance with me." You said truthfully

"I do..." The mysterious man smirked which made you raise a brow

"You would?" You were surprised but intrigued by that prospect

"Indeed I would, beautiful dove." He winked and held out his hand

"Would you do me the honours of  dancing with me?" He outstretched his hand further and smirked.

You thought about it and then only a second later did you take his hand and let him lead you onto the ball-room floor. His touch felt like something forbidden or something almost illegal. His hand came to rest on your waist and the other held your other hand so gently. The music began as soon as you rested your hand upon the mysterious man's shoulder. His eyes locked with yours and stared deeply into yours. 

Those eyes... Those unique eyes of his...

You kept dancing to the rhythm of the music, his hand curled around your waist and hip and tapped lightly on your back with a few of his fingers. You kept your eyes locked with his and didn't look anywhere else. His hands almost completely covered yours and he started to caress your palm with a touch so soft. You felt him pull you closer to him, you were almost flush up against him. You gasped slightly but kept dancing with him until you heard the song come to an end and all the other dancing partners stopped like how the ballerina in a music box that had came to its stop. Everyone bowed and began to dance to the next song but you and the mysterious man walked onto the balcony of the house.  The curtains almost made you and him almost unnoticeable to anyone, the two of you were almost invisible. You brushed you hair away from your face and felt the wind blow softly yet eerily at the same time. The man stood next to you and loomed over you slightly, you sighed and breathed in the air which smelt of lavender and of many wildflowers that grew outside. You could feel his breath on your neck, the wind joined in and started to eerily tickle the back of your neck. You shivered slightly, you felt cold even though you were wearing a jacket, it didn't protect you from the elements.

"You cold, little dove?~"  He purred and touched your shoulder, you shivered even more at his touch.

"I can't let my little dove freeze can I?" He took his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders, you felt warmth from the jacket.

"Thank you." You looked up at the man and he smiled at you

"No problem, I must leave little dove but I know for certain that we will meet again." He smirked and kissed your cheek

As quick as the wind, he disappeared from sight. Like an illusion. 

You were stunned and stood your ground, you were confused. Your hands clutched the jacket that was keeping you warm. John and Sherlock appeared before you and asked you where you were. You didn't respond, your mind was on the man that you danced with.

It felt taboo.

Sherlock grasped your hand and led you back into the ball-room. You touched your cheek with your finger as you still felt the man's kiss upon your cheek. 

Sherlock said goodbye to your mother for you and led you to a car, to drive you back to Baker Street. You wrapped the jacket around yourself more and kept your down. You glanced outside at the dimly lit streets that were illuminated by the ancient lamposts that stood tall. You felt the car's ignition start and the car began to drive back to Baker Street.  

TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sherlock's POV

I glanced at (YN), she had fallen asleep in the back. I felt a brotherly possessiveness over her. I wanted to keep her safe at all costs. The reason why I told John that he was my only friend was because (YN) was more than a friend, she was my sister. John was in the passenger seat and glanced back at (YN). 

"You care for her a lot don't you?" John sighed

"I do. She is my sister.. though not by blood,she still is..." I  told John and kept driving as they approached Baker Street. Soon enough, I parked outside Baker Street and looked at (YN).

I opened the door and went to (YN)'s side, I picked her up and put her on my back. I gave her a piggy-back ride to her flat, I got her keys out of her jacket pocket and walked into her flat. I put her into her bed and left her alone to sleep. I walked back into my flat, it seemed like John had gone to bed. I sat on the sofa and just sighed as I remembered tonight's events. I remember losing sight of (YN) as she walked further into the ball-room. I didn't know what happened  tonight in her mind but I wanted to know. I felt like a protective parent or sibling when I thought about it. I sighed and looked outside as the last lampost flickered on brightly.

A WIBBLY WOBBLY TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY... ALLONS-Y~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 DAYS LATER!

Your POV

You woke up and felt the bright light of the sun burn your eyes as you woke up, you rubbed the back of your neck as you sat up. You were woke up to the sound of sirens. Soon enough the police sirens stopped and you sighed in relief. You stood up and stretched, you soon heard your phone go off erratically. You walked over to it and saw that it was D.I Lestrade.

"Lestrade, what is it?" You answered

"DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT HAPPENED?!" Lestrade practically shouted

"I have been asleep but I was woken by sirens, what happened?" You asked

"I'll explain when you get here, I need you to head over to Pentonville Prison. I'll meet you there!" Lestrade hung up, you were confused and wondered why he needed you to go too Pentonville Prison of all places. You sighed and put the phone down. You looked down and saw that you were still in your dress from last night and you looked to see the Mystery Man's jacket on the ground. You picked it up and felt the fabric of the jacket and thought that it felt expensive. You sighed and put the jacket on your bed, you felt like you needed a shower. You opened your bathroom door and closed and locked it behind you. You switched the shower on, trying to dodge the sprays of water that almost hit your face. You got unchanged and then you walked into the shower cubicle, letting the warm water surround you.

TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel quickly. You put your hair into a simple bun and put a little bit of foundation and eyeliner on. You needed to get to Pentonville Prison quickly. You got changed into your usual work clothes and ran out of your flat with your keys and your bag in hand. You quickly hailed a taxi, immediately hopping inside of the first one and then you were en-route to Pentonville Prison. 

Soon enough, you arrived at Pentonville Prison. You saw Lestrade pacing outside, he looked stressed and anxious. You paid the cabbie and got out, Lestrade immediately ran over to you and led you into the Prison. He started talking but he was talking almost hysterically. 

"I don't know how he did it!" Lestrade spurted out

You and him walked to a cell which was bolted shut, it was guarded by 4 security guards.The guards opened the door of the cell, Lestrade motioned for you to enter.

That's when your eyes locked with someone else's.

Your eyes widened when you realized who you had locked eyes with...

It was the man from the ball

"Hello little dove, its a pleasure to see you again..." He smirked the same smirk he did last night

You coughed and narrowed your eyes, you straightened your posture and looked at the man

"Who are you?" You asked

"The name is Jim Moriarty ...." He glared at you

"Now what is your name, little dove?"

"My name is Doctor (YN) (LN), I have a PHD in Hypnotherapy and Psychology." You said, using the voice you usually spoke to clients with. 

This man was no longer the dream guy you met last night, he was now your client now.

"Impressive... Little dove, I hope you still like me since the thing is... I'm not as bad as I seem."

You didn't speak, you didn't know what to say to this man that you now know to be Jim Moriarty 

"You're scared... I can smell the fear."

"I'm not afraid of you." You looked at him sternly, you felt the cell door close, Lestrade looked through a window and made sure that Moriarty didn't try anything. 

"We both know that that's not true." He smirked. 

You gritted your teeth and walked around the room a little, you felt Moriarty's eyes on you as you walked around the room. Moriarty's hands were cuffed to the table and his fingers were tapping against the table. You coughed again and looked at him, you crossed your arms across your chest and glared at him. 

"I am going to be working with you today, I hope that you will be negotiable and able to work with you easily since I'd rather hope that it won't be a... bad experience for the both of us." You walked over to the table and sat across from him

"I don't think you are my little dove anymore, little doves are usually gentle and complacent but you my dear are much more... feisty." 

"I think my new pet-name for you will be Little Kitty, since you do have claws but you don't know how to use them yet..." He smirked and purred out that sentence

You tried to ignore his words but they stuck to you like glue, like a tattoo upon your skin. You sighed shakily and looked him in the eyes. His eyes now looked as dead as a doll's. Lifeless and chilling to the bone.

TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were in a state of shock when you returned back to 221C, you were shaking and the events from this morning were replaying like a VCR tape. You rubbed the back of your neck and the sides of your arms, you felt as if Moriarty's words had been tattooed upon your whole body. Sherlock was in his chair and John was typing away, you walked into 221B and looked at the two of them. You were standing in the flat and soon enough your knees buckled and you fell to the floor. Sherlock snapped out of his thoughts and was by your side, shaking you slightly.  You snapped out of weird, confused state you were in. You were confused as you looked up at Sherlock like a lost puppy. John looked worried and confused, as did Sherlock. 

"What's going on (NN)?" Sherlock asked

"U-Um... On the night of the ball... I danced with someone..."

"Okay." Sherlock responded

"I was then called in by Lestrade this morning... And I-I found out that..."

"That what?" John asked

"That the man I danced with was a criminal..."

Sherlock and John were silent, no words were exchanged between the two.

"Please say something..." You asked them

"Who is he?"

"What?"

"What is his name?" John asked

"His name is... J-Jim Moriarty..." You stuttered when you said his name

Sherlock remained silent

"Sherly, please say something..." You begged, he didn't say anything.

Sherlock stood up and walked out of the living-room. John ran after him and you were left alone in the flat.

You heard your phone go off, you took it out and saw that you had a text from an unknown number.

'Hello little kitty. I know that you are probably wondering how I'm texting you but that doesn't matter... I miss you little Kitty,hope that I see you again ;) -JM'

You nearly dropped your phone, you looked at the initials and the pet-name and instantly knew who it was. How? How was he able to text you? He was in prison... right?

You shakily held your phone and called Lestrade

"Hi Lestrade, um... I would like to make another session with Mr Moriarty as soon as!" You made sure your voice didn't shake whilst you were on the phone with him.

You ended the call and looked at the bullet ridden wall, you sighed and turned to look out of the window.

You looked out the window closely and you felt almost as if Moriarty's eyes were looking straight back at you...

END OF CHAPTER 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N

Hi my little tacos and cupcakes

 This is chapter 1 to my Moriarty x Reader fanfic, it has been a work in progress for a while. I am glad to be able to show you guys the first chapter! The next one to be published will be my Avengers x Reader fanfiction. I won't be posting much this week since its my exam week so please be patient! Thanks for reading it! I hope you enjoyed it and I hope you are as excited about this series as I am! 

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