Sherlock x reader: A consulting detective in love chapter 8

(YN) : your name (LN) : last name (HC) : hair colour  (RFN) : random female name 

Chapter 8: My Little Swan

Your POV

'JM?' So thats the initials of the twisted admirer.

"It can't be?! H-he's dead! He committed suicide on top of St Barts!" John stuttered uncontrollably.

You were confused. Did John just say that your secret admirer is dead? But how?

"If i faked my death then what says that he couldn't fake his too John."

“Who is he?” You questioned

“His name is Jim, Jim Moriarty.” Sherlock spat in disgust at the name.

“Who exactly is he?”

“He’s one of the most dangerous men in Britain, apart from my brother and me.”

Sherlock paced back and forth, muttering something under his breath. He raked his hands through his messy curls, he looked crazed and stressed. John put his hand on your shoulder and motioned for you to leave the room. You took his advice and walked down to Mrs. Hudson’s. You knocked on her door, the door opened to reveal Mrs. Hudson wearing a frilly baker’s apron.

“Oh! Hello dear, would you like me to make you a cuppa?” You nodded, she welcomed you into her flat/house.

“Come on, sit down dearie.” You sat yourself on her sofa, your surroundings were so quiet unlike Sherlock’s flat. A noise then emerged from upstairs, it was gunshots

The sound of loud footsteps could be heard, thumping down the stairs. A loud harsh knock hit the door, Mrs Hudson ran up to the door to see John with his head in his hands. He looked fed-up. John saw you and sat himself down next to next to you. Mrs Hudson just sighed and went to make him a cuppa as well. He turned to you and just smiled slightly at you.

“(YN)?”

“Yes John?”

“Why haven’t you told him yet?”

“Told who yet?”

“Sherlock.”

“What would I need to tell him?”

“Your feelings.” At that, you blushed and turned your head away from him

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You retorted

“I think. No I know that Sherlock somewhat feels the same way.”

Your heart stopped, Was what John saying true? You looked towards John and gave him a questioning look. He noticed the look you were giving him.

“(YN), I’ve known and lived with Sherlock Holmes for a long time and you’re the only person i've ever seen that he’s ever given those loving and caring looks to.”

You were just about to respond but the kettle pinged to say that the kettle was boiled. Mrs Hudson ran up to you and John with your cups of tea in hand. You took them generously and sipped it slowly. A question still burned in your mind.

"John, you and Sherlock still haven't answered my question fully, who is Jim Moriarty?"

He sighed deeply as if the name uncovered terrible memories. 

"Alright then, Jim Moriarty is Sherlock's nemesis, his opposite. He knows how to make Sherlock think, how to make him question things."

"Question things?"

"Yes, and Sherlock had to do something he regrets to this day and it all started with Moriarty being the catalyst."

"What did Sherlock have to do?"

"He had to fake his death."

"WHAT!" 

"Yes, Sherlock had to jump off of the top of St Barts and kill himself but Moriarty shot himself on top of the building and died or so we thought."

"Sherlock faked his death."

"Yeah, i saw him jump off that building before i was struck down by a cyclist. He has never told me how he survived the fall."

You both sat in silence for a few moments and then you decided that you needed out of 221b for a while, you needed to think and you cant think while being here

"Um John, may i please go outside for some air?" You asked, your voice was cracking

"Sure, I'll wait in here."

"Alright."

You walked out of Mrs Hudson's place and let your thoughts take over as you opened the front door of the building. Flashes of imagery appeared, pictures of Sherlock and my nightmare figure battled in your mind. The cold London air hit you, Your hands began to shake. You walked away from the building and looked for somewhere peaceful to sit and think. 

You then saw what looked like a small kids's park. But it looked abandoned. 

Perfect

You walked over and saw that the wind began to push the swings back and forth, you could hear the sound of the old swings squeaking at every push the wind pushed at them. The sound of the busy roads were distant and the wind and the sound of the leaves crunching beneath your feet were surrounding you. You closed your eyes, remembering where it all began. That knock on your door, those mysterious and unique eyes staring at you, His gentleman like persona which he only pursued when you were with him. But then you remembered the notes, the photos, the corpse murdered and left on display for you to find. 

CLICK CLAP CLOP, CLICK CLAP CLOP.

It was the sound of footsteps, light but forceful. The footsteps were approaching you, standing right behind you. 

"Hello, my little Swan!" A light Irish accent was heard from the person behind you.

You turned around to see him, the man of your nightmares... Jim Moriarty.

You were about to run but he grabbed you by the arm viciously pulling you towards him

"You can't run from me my little swan, Nor could you try to hide" He spoke with venom poisoning his words

Tears began to stream down your face, your breathing hitched as he wrapped an arm around your waist and one of his arms was touching your neck. 

"Shhhhh, its okay now my dear (YN), i won't hurt you." he whispered into your ear

"H-how d-do I k-know that y-you w-wont, you k-killed all those other i-innocent people!" You stuttered on your own words.

"Oh (YN), Your more special to me than any one of those worthless living carcasses!" 

"Why? why me?" 

"I see potential in you, my dear (YN)."

"Potential?" Your whole body began to shake.

"Yes Potential! I was bored and decided to have some fun so I played around with (RFN) for a while but then she told me about you."

"What?"

"She told me soooo much about you and when i saw a picture of you,  I knew that you were the one to be it."

"To be what?"

"My queen of course! Your beauty marvels me and I've always wanted to feel true compassion from someone and I then decided that i was going to take you as my own."

"But then that pesky Detective Sherlock Holmes ran in like a knight in shining armour and snatched your heart away."

"I was hurt (YN), I truly was hurt by the fact that you so easily 'fell in love' with that Sociopathic FOOL!" He sneered at you, his lips nearly touching your neck.

"I want you (YN), I've wanted you for a while now and now I want what clearly belongs to me... your heart." 

"Come with me (YN), Stand with me as my beautiful queen. Let us rule this petty world together with power as our guide!" His lips touched your neck, tears streamed down your neck. Your lip quivered and you then tried to push him off you as he bit down on your neck, he probably has drawn blood from your neck. You began to scream for him to stop. You finally got him off of you and quickly turned around and struck him across the face. 

"WHY WOULD I STAND WITH YOU, HURTING INNOCENT PEOPLE IS A SIN AMONG MANY AND I LOATHE THOSE WHO HURT THE INNOCENT IN SUCH CRUEL AND SADISTIC WAYS! YOU MAKE ME SICK!" You spat at him with such fury

He lifted his hand to his now red cheek, rubbing it softly. 

"That wasn't very nice little Little Swan!" He looked at you with a malicious grin pulling at his lips.

He sauntered up to you, the grin still on his lips. He looked into your eyes one time before striking you with his hand. You stumbled to the rocky ground, You tried to push yourself back up by using your elbows as support but Moriarty kneeled down and grabbed you by the neck and lifted you up. His grip on your neck was tight and began restricting your breathing. You began to struggle in his grasp, your hands trying to pry his hands off your neck. The world was going black when he finally let go off your neck. You fell to the ground, gasping for air. Your hand came to your neck and began to massage it. He chuckled under his breath and put one of his fingers under your chin and roughly lifted it with a harsh force. 

"My Little Swan since you rejected my offer I guess you'll have to pay the price. You will pay for that swipe and the things i'll have to do will be so WONDERFUL INDEED! Of course you'll not enjoy them but I will have fun indeed! You will surrender to me in the end my precious little Swan!"  He maniacally and turned on his heel and fled the park, no trace of him ever being there at all. You still felt his hands, wrapped around your neck. You wobbily stood up and tried to slow down your heartbeat. You needed to get back to 221b, quickly.

You ran all the way through the park, running through the masses of people swarming the streets close to Baker St. Struggling to push past all the tourists and business agents. You finally reached 221b and threw the door open and closed the door quickly. When you closed the door, you leaned against it and sat on the dirty ground with one hand on your neck and the other covering your mouth from letting out the loud sobs that you wanted to scream out to Sherlock and John. Little did you know, Sherlock heard the door slam open and shut so he came to investigate what the commotion was. You looked up and saw that Sherlock was standing at the top of the staircase looking at your frightened shape. He ran down to you, almost stumbling down the last few steps. He reached out a hand to you, you flinched and hid yourself in your (HL) hair. 

"(YN)? What happened? You're shaken up, wait what is that!" He looked to you and saw blood trickling down your neck and a dark red handprint was imprinted onto your (SC) skin. He reached his hand towards your neck and touched it gently. Though Sherlock touched the mark lightly but you whimpered in pain for the slightest touch hurt you. 

"Who done this to you?" He asked you concerned but you heard the anger in his tone.

"M-Mor-riarty." 

"WHAT!" He snarled at the name, his eyes became glazed with intense rage.

"H-he f-found m-me S-sherlock!" Your eyes began to water from remembering what he did and what he said to you.

Sherlock pulled you softly into his arms, one of his hands went to your (HL) (HC) hair and his other went to your back. He soothingly rubbed your back and whispered sweet nothings into your hair. You clutched his shirt, nearly tearing the shirt from the grip you had on it. He gently kissed the top of your head, still holding you in his arms. You looked up to Sherlock, your teeth were chattering. He held your face in his hands and wiped away your tears. He leaned in and kissed your forehead gently and lovingly. 

"Sherlock..."

"Yes (YN)?"

"I-i l-love yo." You blacked out before you could finish your sentence, your tiredness taking over you. You felt Sherlock  lift you up, you drifted off once again in his arms.

Moriarty's POV

I was at the door of (YN) 's family home, my grin widened. The door opened to reveal (YN)'s Father at the door.

"Can I help you Sir?"

"Oh, yes i'm sorry but my car broke down and i have no signal on my phone, may I possibly use your home phone i need to get home to my wife immediately!" I portrayed the role as a worried lost man really well, He seemed to be believing me.

"Of course, I'll show you the phone!" He let me into the house

"Now the fun begins (YN)!" I  whispered under my breath as I unsheathed my gun from my holster.

"Nighty Night Mr (LN)!  I maniacally cackled as i cocked my gun. Ready to shoot...

                                                      BANG!?!?!

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End of Chapter 8

A/N

WOW, that was... wow. Firstly i need to thank @Croft20 for helping me by giving me the idea about having Moriarty try and lure (YN) to his side which doesn't work and then in the end going on a mad hunt killing one family member/friend at a time which is psychotic but an interesting concept which will definately mess with (YN)'s mental state. LOL!  2,216 words... YAY! OMG MORIARTY IS A REAL CREEP IN THIS CHAPTER ITS SO FECKING WEIRD 0-0 

I hope you liked this chapter and i'll see you all in the next update! :33

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