Andrew Scott Imagines

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For: a cute anon Prompt: Moriarty teases the reader about her fear of needles TW: medical stuff, fainting, needles You were used to the weapons that your boyfriend, Jim Moriarty used in his line of work but there was something terrifying about the long, thin cold needle puncturing your skin that sent shivers up your spine. You had been fainting recently though and despite the front that Jim put up, he was very worried, so he convinced you to see a doctor. Unfortunately, that doctor had ordered blood work. As you waited, Jim could tell that you were nervous, so he began to tease you to calm you down. "Aw, who's afraid of a little poke?", he nudged you playfully. You could barely breathe and were looking everywhere, sweat pouring down your face, on the verge of tears. "Come on, look at me, I'll be a distraction." You valiantly tried your hardest to focus on your boyfriend's face. When they called you in to take your blood, you were shaking so hard that Moriarty had to help you walk into the room. As they prepared the needle, you squeezed your eyes shut, looking in the other direction. Moriarty laughed. "Come on, you're scared of that when you've seen me use this?", Jim pulled a very sharp knife from his pocket when the doctor wasn't looking, being careful to hide it when she was. You just shook your head. A/N: I am now accepting commissions, $3/ 100 words. Discounts available upon request! 😊

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For: a lovely anon Prompt: Moriarty x reader with flirting and sex TW: smut You had been dating the consulting criminal for a few months, so you were used to staying at his place. You were also used to waking up alone. Moriarty could be hired at all hours, so you never knew when he would be gone and he didn't tell you. So, today wasn't any different. You stretched, getting out of bed, then walked over to your shared closet to pick an outfit for the day. You stood, musing over your options, ultimately deciding on a skin-tight black dress. Suddenly you heard his voice behind you. "I like that one on you, darling", Moriarty said, gently biting your earlobe, not that anything he ever did was gentle. You blushed, suddenly aware of the fact that you weren't wearing anything. "Jim, I thought you'd gone". "You thought wrong, babe". He plucked the dress out of your hands, letting it fall to the floor. "How about you don't wear that at all today, sweetheart", he said, kissing you harder, his hands caressing your backside. You somehow managed to find his tie, removing it from around his neck, his shirt soon followed. With your fingers in his belt loops you pushed him down onto the bed. He was right, the dress would never touch your skin that day. A/N: I am now accepting commissions, $3/ 100 words. Discounts available upon request! 😊

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For: @andrew-scott-please Prompt: Moriarty x Moran fluff Shortly after the pool scene, Moriarty and Sebastian Moran were relaxing in their shared apartment. Moriarty sat on the sniper's lap. "You did such a good job back there. I was getting chills. I really thought Sherlock had had it", Moriarty teased. "Oh, you know I only listen to your orders James", Moran responded. "Still, I was really proud of you, your skills are something to be reckoned with." Moran suddenly looked at Moriarty with concern. "But when Sherlock aimed the gun at the bomb, I'd thought you were a goner." "Oh, don't be silly Seb, I always have a plan up my sleeve", Moriarty said. "Now let me show you how proud I am of you". He leaned down to kiss the other man.

For: @sheriarted221b Prompt: Sheriarty in the time period of the Abominable Bride Moriarty had referred to himself as the virus in the hard drive, and Sherlock couldn't deny that he was infected by it. Every single thought that he had was surrounded by feelings for the consulting criminal and his heart didn't want them to stop but his head did. He had once said that sentiment was a chemical defect found on the losing side and yet, here he was falling prey to it. Sherlock was falling in love. Sherlock was falling in love with Moriarty. When Moriarty had the gun in his mouth in Sherlock's mind palace, Sherlock had so desperately wanted to kiss him. He had so desperately wanted to push him against the couch and feverishly make out with him. But he didn't. When Moriarty had said that Sherlock and Watson should elope on the waterfall, Sherlock had wanted to say that it was him that he wanted to marry not John. But he didn't. And when Sherlock was jolted out of his mind palace into present day and the cruel realization that Moriarty was dead, he wanted to go back into his own thoughts. But he didn't, and Moriarty wasn't. He was informed that Moriarty had taken over the t.v. screens of all of London. Sherlock smiled at this information, maybe just maybe, the consulting criminal had come back for him, the consulting detective.

For: @maybelittleweird Prompt: Moriarty x Mycroft Jim and Mycroft had an interesting friendship, neither of them particularly liked the other, they just tolerated and used each other for their own means. In Mycroft's case that meant interrogating Moriarty for information and in Moriarty's case that meant using the information Mycroft gave him in return, against him. It only took simple text: "Dear Me Mr. Holmes, dear me", for Mycroft to start wondering what made a person like Moriarty tick? what was he like on his own? What was his real personality underneath it all? So he asked him out for coffee. He never actually thought he would show, he'd been waiting for hours when he heard the unmistakable voice of Moriarty: "Large coffee, black, no sugar. "

For: @maybelittleweird Prompt: Anything Sheriarty Mary was working for Moriarty, Sherlock knew that, John didn't, so Sherlock wasn't surprised when he discovered that Moriarty was at John and Mary's wedding. He couldn't be officially invited of course, Mary had sent him a message via Morse code. And so it showed up, hiding in plain sight, no one else saw him though but Sherlock did. All the way through the meal, the speeches, John and Mary's first dance, Sherlock could feel Moriarty's eyes on him. So, when Sherlock left the wedding alone, a little bit heartbroken and dejected, feeling that he'd lost the only friend he ever truly had, Moriarty was there. Sure, Sherlock hadn't had a dance at the wedding, Janine had found another guy, but she had only really been there for show, to make Moriarty jealous. Moriarty was hiding behind a tree when Sherlock found him. Seeing that the taller man was sad, Moriarty reached out his hand and said: "May I have this dance?" He reached out his hand, and as Sherlock took it, Bach began to play.

For: @doctorwhogeneration Prompt: Anything about Moriarty Moriarty needed to come up with a plan. He needed to figure out how to tell Sherlock that he was alive. It had upstage how Sherlock told John he was alive, but he wasn't quite sure how to do that. I mean after the French Waiter spectacle, how do you top that? Moriarty considered. But then again, that was more personal, more between Sherlock and John. What if he put on a show? What was that quote? "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players"? Well, what if he turned the entire world in his stage? Television screens were easily hackable.

For: @do-not-call-it-art Prompt: Beth and Jones from My Life in Film move in with each other Jones was excited, Beth was finally moving in. He was meeting her at her place to help her pack her stuff into a moving van and then it would finally be happening! Art was entirely okay with the idea yet, in fact, he'd only agreed to the idea when Jones had agreed to pay for the antihistamines he would need. He was still seemingly allergic to Beth. "Alright, well that's the last of it.", Jones said plunking a suitcase on the ground in front of the door. "Art, come and help Beth unpack her stuff. I'll make us some lunch." Art grudgingly helped Beth unload her clothes and fold them. After he finished, he walked up to Jones who was toasting bread. "I just don't see why Beth's got to move in with us." Jones looked at Art, "We've been dating for quite a while now Art, it's the seems only the next logical step." Just then, Beth walked up, "So, what's for lunch?" "I'm so glad you moved in Beth" Jones said, kissing her. Behind them, Art sneezed.

For: @fatalvxrus TW: bullying, violence Prompt: what was Moriarty like as a child Moriarty was quite a reserved child. He preferred to sit at the side of the school yard reading a book rather than play with the children. This also meant he got bullied. The other kids with through sharp rocks at his face, leaving scratches across his pale skin. He would be kicked and punched and left alone, tears filling his soft brown eyes and pouring into his cheeks. When he was at home, his parents showered him with love, but it wasn't enough. It was the approval of the kids his age that he wanted, it was their approval that he was never going to get. One day, the biggest kid in the school decided it was his turn to bully Moriarty. It was as the bigger kid, pummelled his flesh with his fist for the third time that Moriarty had had enough. He reached out his small hand and dug his nails into the cheek of the other boy until he squealed in pain, the blood bubbling up at the cut. The boy fell over but Moriarty continued to kick him. The other child was much bigger but Moriarty's rage was much stronger. And that is how a villain is born.