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Moriarty x Reader Damned Sorry about OOC-ness, never written Moriarty before OuO' He never knew what love was. He had experienced lust, but never love. So when James Moriarty saw _____ ______ running down the street, even if it was just for a few seconds, a new feeling tugged on the burnt ends of his unfeeling heart strings, and for the first time in years he felt something. It was something so unimaginably beautiful. Love. Your P. O. V You were on your daily run through the park, enjoying the scenery. You had recently moved to London, and you were loving it. The people, the places, the scenery. All of it. You were jerked from your thou

China x Reader Sleepovers You walked the snowy streets of Concord New Hampshire with a thermos full of liquid chocolate in your hands. Your school had been closed for the day, and the bright morning sun had yet to appear through the dense layers of snow clouds. Not that you minded. You were pretty sure it was an obligation to love snow here. You wouldn't know. You had until recently lived in Austin Texas. Then your mom pissed off the local gang. You survived the attack, the rest of your family didn't. Life was cruel. You bumped into someone. "O-oh! Sorry!" She said, and you looked up into blue grey eyes, outlined strangely in black. She ha

The Christmas Countdown Reader x Watson On The Seventh of December... John Watson opened the door to a candle lit dinner. He honestly didn't expect Sherlock to cook for him. "It wasn't Sherlock, John." A voice sounded behind him. "O-oh! (Y/n)!" He stammered. You had made the meal, planning on telling John about your feelings for him. "Yeah. Sherlock's out. I convinced him to go visit his brother for a night." You grinned, remembering the little arrangement you had made with Mycroft. **************** Flash Back **************** "So, you can... Occupy... Sherlock for a night?" You asked Mycroft, who grinned. "Indeed. I have a few t

Chapter Two Hangaar stood there, clutching his jaw for a while, as you calmly walked over to Sherlock. "We will no longer be working with you on this case. If the Yard wants our help, tell them to get a new officer working on the case." Sherlock said calmly, just a hint of annoyance in his words. When you got back to 221B Baker Street, he immediately gave you a once-over. "Are you all right Watson?" He asked worriedly, and you nodded. "I should have seen that coming, honestly. You hold see see the way he looks at you when you're not watching. Disgusting." He told you, and you smiled. "Sherlock." You said softly, and he looked at you.

You ran through the streets of London. The ship you had traveled to England on had just docked. You came from America. You had been called on by the Scotland Yard to help with an investigation... And you were late. You finally burst into the meeting room, gasping for air. "S-sorry! Ship docked later than expected." You gasped out, and everyone looked at you. "Welcome, Miss ______." You heard a voice. "An American. And a woman?" You heard another voice. "She is one of the best detectives in America." The first voice said, and you nodded. It was true. Once you had graduated from school, you had gone solo, solving mysteries. You had been giv