A/n- You asked, I answered! HELLO PEOPLE! I have returned!! I have a few more ideas for parts lined up so expect 3 more updates this week! Hope everyone is staying happy and healthy in this weird fucking time... anyway, enjoy 😅 thank you to everyone who kept this story in their library for all this time! You knew i'd be back eventually 😉✊
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Moriarty-

In the warm atmosphere of the evening, all that could be heard in the house was the cold shrill ringing of the handblade your husband ran across a whet stone. Every now and then he would stop his work, hold the blade up to the beam of orange light that spilled in through a chink in the shutters and admire its lethal silver. He tilted his wrist to angle the light into your eyes making you jump and shoot him with a displeased but sassy glare. Your attitude seemed to provoke him as he dropped the knife and his stone and bounded over, straddling you with his thin but powerful limbs and began to plant kisses roughly into the crook of your neck. Despite your squirming, he did a pretty good job of keeping you pinned and silencing your giggles and pleas with kisses on the mouth.

Suddenly, "AHEM!..."

A voice interrupted your games... you looked over Jim's shoulder to see your daughter Emily looking on with a look of characterised disgust on her face.

"Oh, hello darling!" You smiled, firmly kicking Jim away, making him sarcastically wimper as he rose to his feet. "Ow (y/n), that reeeally hurt" he moped hyperbolically, drawing out every last Irish note his lungs could project.

"Mum... Dad... I've brought someone to see you." Your daughter stated, crossing her arms and clearing her fringe from her eyes with a swift flick of the head. "This is Hollie... my girlfriend..."

You and Jim looked at each other and then back to your daughter as she called Hollie into the room. The girl that appeared was definitely not who Moriarty could have expected...

She was a short, brunette girl with sharp winged eyeliner and a nose piercing. She was moderately chubby but despite her height, she held it very well. Her nose was small, pink and cute, as were her hands and ears.
Her clothes were a pair of violet corduroy dungarees which clung attractively to her thick thighs and were belted at the waist with a yellow buckle. She had a short-sleeve, oversized shirt on underneath, also yellow, which showed a pair of cute soft arms. Her shoes were plain white Dr Marten ankle boots laced with purple ribbons and a charm which appeared to be a strawberry... or maybe a slice of watermelon?... Hollie walked forward, grasped your daughter by the hand and stood there in silence awaiting approval from your judgemental husband...

Jim straightened his posture and chuckled. Very discreetly at first but it soon turned into a full-on laugh which caused a lone tear to stream down his face. Finally, he spoke:

"Her?" A pause... "you chose her?! Out if all the students at colledge, you choose this fat little thing that looks as if she couldn't even hurt a fly? She's pretty I'll admit but is she REALLY suitable for the 'family business' hmm?"

Your daughter scowled at Him as he mocked her choice of companion when hollie slowly raised her hand into the air...

"What are you doing?" Jim pried.

She raised one eyebrow with the confidence of an emperor and spoke boldly and clearly:

"I may LOOK like a 'fat little thing'. Too innocent and harmless to hurt a soul... but I can do this..."

With an emphasis that seemed to echo through the orange humidity of the evening, Hollie snapped her fingers, causing a red dot to appear on your daughter's head almost immediately. She smiled sweetly and lowered her hand as Jim paced circles round her like a wild cat. "Just one word and this living room gets decorated in this seasons new shade of organic paint... Emily's fucking brains..."

There was a moment of quiet as Jim contemplated. His cool exterior was untainted by worry or doubt. Finally, he had his answer.

"Ok... ok..." Jim stroked his chin with his knife, taking tiny pieces of his stubble off as the knife skimmed over his skin. "That's impressive, I'll give you that..." he turned to look at you and all you could do was give him a nod of approval. He knew you would made the right decision...

"Now... Hollie..." he paused for a few seconds before gruffly commanding: "get that sniper of my daughter's head or I will remove your fat little fingers with this knife one by one..."

"DAD!"

Your daughter spat through gritted teeth, making him retreat back a few paces and twirl the knife in his hands, not caring that the point had caused blood to bead up from his index fingertip. The girl raised a brunette eyebrow once again and powerfully clicked her fingers, causing the quivering dot to vanish before a second more had passed. Jim smirked and held out his hand to the girl, who shook it in reciprocation and nodded slightly.
"Welcome to the family... Hollie..." Jim murmured proudly as your daughter lead her away happily. As Jim sat down next to you, he planted a kiss on your cheek and grinned.
"I think she's got a good one here kitten..."

...

"Now... where were we?..." Jim growled with an oaky baritone vibration which sent shivers down your spine. You hooked him with your foot and pulled, making him fall down against your chest. You breathed shallowly, nose to nose with each other for a few seconds, before locking lips once more in the empty living room, cut through with a beam of orange light.