Haunted Holmes ? Sherlock x Reader

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After about ten minutes, there's a knock on the door.

Molly and I beam at each other, before she excitedly runs over and opens it.

Sherlock.

Her smile fades slowly as she stares, and I walk over behind her to get a closer look.

My emotions are mixed I don't know what to feel. Either I've forgotten or am too drunk to understand.

It's not Sherlock at the door. It's Jim Moriarty.

"Listen, Jim, I know we went out a few times but I can't do this with you anymore." Molly explains drowsily.

Moriarty ignores her and looks at me. A small smile playing his lips when our eyes make contact.

I am too tired to think straight. My head aches and all I know is that Jim is bad. He's the bad guy...

"I'm just here to say hi." Jim beams his attention over to Molly, who smiles back.

"Well, then come right on in!" Molly sings, shutting the door behind him as he walks in.

"No, Molly don't..." I dizzily decline.

Moriarty stands there in his Westwood suit, hands in his pockets as he casually glances around the flat.

"I'll get you some pajamas Jimmy! Sherlock's gonna be here soon, we're gonna have so much fun!" Molly blabbers, walking into her room.

She is much more intoxicated than I figured. Luckily, I still have some idea of Moriarty, though it's all quite blurred.

"No...Molly, come back!" I try to yell, losing my footing.

"Careful, darlin'." Jim chuckles, catching me by my waist.

He turns me around quickly so that my chest is pressed up against his own, and he presses his forehead against mine. I can feel each and every breath he takes from inhale to exhale against my chest as his rises and falls slowly.

"What do you want, Jim?" I ask quietly, as he continues to hold onto me.

"Oh, Y/N..." He leans in and runs his lips along my neck.

I can feel a small smile play his lips as he does so. This creates shivers to go down my spine, and my heart rate increases, my pulse elevates.

"I don't want anything from you..." He places a kiss somewhere on my neck.

Push him away Y/N. Kick him, my conscious tells me.

But I do not.

"I only want...you." He whispers, as I still remain inert with him for some unknown reason.

He's sick. The whole reason my entire life got messed up was because of him.

"Well, you can't. Now leave." I spit, becoming more sober with each passing tension-filled minute.

"I got you pajamas! They're a bit girly." Molly runs over.

Jim smiles and moves away from me, taking them:

"I think I'll stay for the slumber party."

"Please do." Molly grins drowsily.

There's another knock on the door, and I quickly run up and open it.

This time it's Sherlock.

"Sherlock...J-Jim's...he's...he's..." I pant, unable to finish.

"Y/N?" He grasps me by my arms so that I don't collapse.

"Moriarty is here." I manage out.

His eyes widen, and he grabs my hand tightly before entering:

"Molly?" He calls.

"Sherlock!" Molly beams happily, running over to us.

"Molly, come with Y/N and I. It's not safe to be around him." Sherlock says, as I try to comprehend why he is so eager.

Sure, Moriarty is a threat, but I've never seen Sherlock this surprised.

"But, he's in our slumber party too!" Molly pouts, as Sherlock rolls his eyes.

"No, Molly where is he?" Sherlock raises his voice.

"Getting changed into his pajamas. I have a headache..." She sighs.

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