The Devil’s Angel
Jim Moriarty x Chubby Reader
Warning:
angst, but mostly fluff
Summary:
You meet Sherlock Holmes for the first time and you find out who Jim really is.
Author's Note
I maybe a bit rusty but I hope you like it Anon.
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You were fat, per say, you were . . .just a bit rounder than most people, and it made you subconscious. You always doubt your worth to people and if they really like you or just hated on you when you were not are.
That was until you met Jim.
Jim was amazing guy and didn't care about your size. Sometimes on bad days he would teasingly say that you were hard to kidnap unlike the "stick bitches" that make fun of you at work, and surprisingly made you feel better. You never asked about his line of work after the day you met his "partner" Sebastian, who looked like the blonde version of the Rock with a scare running down his left side of the face. Something told you it was top secret and if you need to know, Jim would tell you.
Which became a problem when you first meet Sherlock Holmes.
You were a teacher at a public school in London and the person to find the bodies of two students and the unconscious body of the principal in the janitor's closest.
Natural the police were called and you were questioned by everyone twice, and then by the internet famous detective.
Sherlock was a rude prick as soon as he met you, his friend John kept apologize for him says this was more unusual than normal. You nodded and asked to go home, and the Head Detective said it was okay. You were saying in the lobby about to call Jim when you overheard a conservation.
"So who do you think did it?"
"Well not that stupid ass fat bitch for sure. She couldn't tell up from down."
You held back your sobs and walked to you car. Once you sat in the car you wanted to cry and you nearly did, expected you screamed.
Sherlock freacking Holmes was sitting in your car.
"What the bloodly-"
"How long have you been dating Moriarty?"
"What?"
Sherlock sigh annoyingly and looked at you.
"When did you first start dating James Moriarty?"
"A year ago. . .why does it matter and how did you get in here?"
"Why?"
"Excuse me?"
"What could the most dangerous criminal have to gain by dating a over weight teacher at a public school?"
"Excuse me! Get the hell out of my car!" You yelled but Sherlock just tilled his head and looked out you.
"Get out now, or I swear to God I'll call the police!"
"Okay," he said "but this will not be the last you see of me."
"Just go the hell away!" You said in a tried tone and Sherlock got out of you car, and you drove away.
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Jim was going to surprise you by making dinner for the two of you. He was supposed to be gone for case but it was not his thing and he made it very clear to them, which made him come home early. He was standing in your shared flat's kitchen when you came in. He was about to greet you when he saw you with tears in your eyes.
"When were you going to tell me?" You asked.
"Tell you what?"
"That you are the most dangerous criminal in London?"
"How did-"
“There was a freaking murder at my school and Sherlock Bloody Holmes come and started to question me like a idiot!” you snapped and then you covered you mouth. Jim was about to say something but he heard you voice breack.
“Then he said you were never date me for who I am, that you would only to it to gain something.”
Jim had never felt so much pain and rage as he did at the moment. He lightly pulled you to him and he wrapped you in a big hug.
“Have always loved you up Y/N, and when we first met I thought you were an angel and I still do.As for me not telling you about . . .my job. I thought it would be safer for you not to know. I have made many enemy over the years and I don’t want you getting hurt because of me. I thought I was protecting you from my life.”
You pulled away from him slightly so you could see his face.
“I love you Y/N, and I will do anything for you.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he said with a smile and kissed your forehead “because you never know what the devil will do for his angel.”
Jim started to walk away when you clear your throat.
“The Devil will not kill Sherlock . . .right?”
“Well,” he said tipping his chin “who will i take may rage out on?”
You smiled.
“I have an idea.”










