Type: Songfic (Nicotine by Pan!c at the Disco)

Pairing: Moriarty x Reader

Warnings: mature themes, cursing (when has that ever bothered you?)

Cross my heart and hope to die

His touch was indescribable.

It sent a burning sensation throughout you, your lips seemed to fit perfectly.

Jim Moriarty was an addiction, He was like a drug, he was anything but good for you, but he sent you sky high. You'd had one taste and now you were addicted.

Burn my lungs and curse my eyes

You knew he was insane, that he was a cold blooded killer. You didn't just want him, you NEEDED him. You craved him, his touch, his kiss. You needed to let go, if anything he was breaking you. Inside, he was tearing down the mental walls you had built, he caused a new kind of guilt to eat at you. You stared in the bathroom mirror, your knuckles white from clutching the sides of the sink.

I've lost all control and I don't want it back

When Jim had asked you to spy on Sherlock Holmes, you didn't think it would be this hard. You didn't think that he'd leave you with an overwhelming guilt. You looked down, taking a deep breath. You had to go back out there, Jim promised you'd take you away from the insufferable detective today. You opened the door, out of the bathroom and into the hall of 221b. You knew this was wrong, it was so, so wrong. But it made you feel more alive then ever.

I'm goin numb I've been hijacked it's a fuckin drag

You walked out into the living room as if you didn't have a care in the world, you looked over at Sherlock who was hunched over his kitchen counter. It was amazing that with a pretty smile and batting of the eyelashes you'd utterly stumped the genius and had him wrapped around your finger. He didn't suspect a thing from what you deduced.

I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you

"John went out for food." Sherlock adjusted his microscope, "I told him you wanted your usual."

You nodded, "thanks." You pulled your phone out of your pocket, a certain text message on your lock screen instantly lifted your mood.

Blocked Number

Come to the usual place. 3:00pm.

You smiled, looking at the time. 2:30pm. You stood, walking over to Sherlock. You peered over his shoulder for a moment, "whatcha doin?"

"I'd explain it but you couldn't possible understand it."

You nodded, he was most likely right. "We need milk, I'm gonna go get some." You placed a kiss on your "boyfriend"'s cheek before turning away and exiting the flat, off to your freedom from your sweet, sweet lie.

So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

You knew you had to stay away, but something about him had you fascinated, you just couldn't let go. You walked down the street, shoving your phone in your pocket, you noticed the street was oddly empty. Very few people were walking, almost no cars drove past. You shrugged it off and slipped in your earbuds, allowing the lyrics to pour through. (Segways ;))

Yeah you're worse then nicotine
Nicotine

Suddenly you were pulled into an ally, a hand over your mouth to prevent any screeching. Eyes wide, you looked up to find Sebastian Moran. His lips pulled into a tight smirk, "Surprise."

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, "Where's Jim?" You tried to keep your voice at a normal unwavering tone, unable to contain the excitement that formed within your stomach.

It's better to burn then fade away
It's better to leave then be replaced

"Boss is waiting for you in the warehouse." He gave a loose nod towards a building a few feet away. He crossed his arms, his biceps were most likely bigger then your face. You bit your lip, turning away from him and walking towards the said place. A slight pep in your step as you began to play the different ways he would greet you in your head, or maybe he wouldn't at all knowing him. You soon found yourself entering the large building, Moran seemed to of disappeared. You looked around for a moment, your lover no where in sight. "James?" You called out.

And that's when everything went dark.

I'm losing control to you baby I'm no match
I'm going numb baby I've been hijacked

Your vision was hazy as you came too, James standing right in front of you. You went to stand but found your wrists and ankles tied down. You opened your mouth to speak, but when you tasted fabric and muffled expressions came out you realized you were gagged. Jim noticed as fear pooled in your eyes and he chuckled, "now now my darling, it'll all be fine. I just need to stay here until Sherlock comes for you. Then we'll do a big, oh what's the word...." He walked around you in a circle, he stopped when he was behind you and leaned down slightly. His lips brushed against your ear and you could feel his hot breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Unveiling."

You felt something placed in your hands, you looked at him curiously. "Free yourself when I give you the signal, you'll stand ropes will fall and Sherlock will be heartbroken." He said it as if describing the plot to his favorite movie, "simple."

Just one more hit and then we're through

You nodded to show you understood the concept, you looked into his dark eyes and felt yourself become hopelessly lost in them.  He smirked and walked back to the front of you,  bending over to where your lips were only inches apart. You wanted to close the gap so badly but your restraints prevented you from doing so. "There's a good girl."

'Cause I know you can never love me back

He gave you the devilish smirk you loved so much. You nodded, feeling your legs tremble. Your daze was broken by the sound of the deep baritone you despised, guilt suddenly came crashing down on you.

Sherlock Holmes was going to be heartbroken.

You'd toyed with the man's emotions, bringing forth ones he didn't know he had. You nibbled your lip, "Let her go." Sherlock soon came forward, John right behind him, gun drawn. "Finally." Jim sounded as if he was a wife awaiting her husband's return, "I was worried you were going to stand me up." Jim sighed, shaking his head. "You're so predictable."

Sherlock's eyes met yours and you looked down, unable to look at him. "Let. Her. Go." The detective said with a fierceness you'd never heard before.

Cut every tie I have to you

"I've decided I allow you your revenge Sherlock." Jim stopped his pacing and stood perfectly still, inches away from you. "Shoot me."

"What game are you playing now." Sherlock growled, his eyes scanning the room.

"No games. No bombs. No armed forces. Just shoot me." Jim shrugged as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Sherlock stared the criminal down for a moment.

"Sherlock?" John asked, looking at his friend. "He's not bluffing." Sherlock took the gun from John's hand and aimed it at the criminal. Your eyes widened, "no." You whispered but no one could hear.

Cause your loves a fuckin drag
But I need it so bad

Suddenly the bullet ripped through the air, you fumbled with the knife and sliced the ropes, launching yourself in front of Jim. The bullet piercing your chest almost instantly. You felt the world turn in slow motion as you collided with the ground. Jim's maniac laugh filled the air, Sherlock's gun clattered to the ground. Jim stepped forward.

You're worse then nicotine

His piercing brown gaze stared down at you. "Ordinary humans are so predictable." And with that he walked away, Sherlock raced to your side muttering various things under his breath.

Slowly, the world disappeared as you took your final breath.

Nicotine.

A/N

Ayo, Kati_thesassydragon I knew I'd said your request would be moved to the top of my list but I realized this only needed another paragraph and it'd be done and I hadn't updated in a while soooo

I promise your request is next!

I had to do a pan!c song

Ok serious business listen to this song it's amazing. If you don't like it go die.

Oh wait.

I guess you did.

Huh.

Writing Moriarty is fun.

Love y'all

Bye bye for now.