Moriarty/Reader: Two of a CrimeWell, hello there,
Please excuse the ax,
My name is Sherri,
My name is Max,
I've been living on the streets with a murderous streak,
I was a gun for hire, I was an acid freak,
What a shiny ring!
Don't you look so stunned?
Where'd you get that rock?
I pried it off a nun, when I robbed a church,
Bloody and baptized,
Gave your daddy two shots between the eyes.
Would you call yourself good? No.
Evil? Not necessarily.
"I only kill the ones that deserve it," you claim.
"Then how did little Lucy Jean die, then?" the man asks.
"Civilian casualty. I regret it. I do...But why do you care? From what I hear, you're a stone-cold killer. What's one accidental death to you?" you smirk.
"It was a child."
It was silent for a few moments.
"So who sent you? Who's out to get me now? What are they paying you? I'll give you double if you let me go, right now. Act like this never happened."
"What's it to you?"
"I'd like to know before I die, if you don'
Sherlock/Reader: Five Nights at...An all too-familiar jingle rang out.
Do-do-dodo-do-do-do-dodo-do-do-dodo, bum bum bum, do-dodo-dodo...
There were a few moments of silence before the static buzz came back on again.
Sighing, you hit play once again.
You hated every moment you had to sit here and play that damn game...Yet you couldn't stop.
Yes, it was scary at first, but now it was just annoying.
"Stupid power. How the hell would closing a door use power?" you mumble out of frustration.
You played for another few minutes before a faint 'click' was heard.
"No! You son of a... No!" you yell, throwing your arms up.
"Maybe I can wait it out. Maybe I'll run out of power before -"
You let out a terror filled scream.
"I didn't even hear you! You damn fox! I hate you! I hate THIS! Ugh!" You slam the laptop closed out of frustration.
At that moment, Sherlock walked into the room, still groggy from sleep. He wore only a sheet, which wasn't out of the ordinary for earl
[Loki/Hacker!Reader] Mister E [6/Final?]You lay awake in your bed, thinking.
It was about 2:57 (Not that you were keeping track) when you heard the knock at your door.
You rolled over, hoping they'd go away.
It stopped before your door swung open, and quite frankly, scared the absolute shit out of you.
Your lights flicked on, and at least 3 or four armed-to-the-T soldiers poured in.
You did as instructed, standing, hands behind your head.
You thought you must have looked ridiculous, wearing your black shorts and contrasting green t-shirt, which was at least two sizes too big.
Behind the soldiers waltzed in none other than Fury himself.
He looked exactly like the smug bastard you imagined him.
"Aiden Taylor? Nice."
"Nice what, sir?" you spat.
"Fake ID. You are quite impressive. Nothing I've ever seen. If you weren't committing treason, I'd consider recruiting you."
"I've no idea what you're talking about, sir."
"____ ____, that's your real name, is it not?"
You didn't respond.
Fury nodded, and the soldiers took
[The Doctor/Reader] FadeIt was dark.
You had only stopped for a second, to catch your breath.
And that was your mistake.
They caught up to you almost immediately, surrounding you.
They were to upgrade you.
I can see the light of day again, no,
I am not the one,
Now I know that I must start again, no,
I am not the one,
No, I am not the best of faithful men, no,
I am not the one,
And I will take it you the very end, no
I am not the not the one,
You awoke with a splitting headache. You groaned, pulling yourself up. Looking around, you recognized your surroundings as an old supermarket.
You used to visit here with your mother as a child.
Everything was cleared out, though, making one huge empty room.
There were cages lining the walls.
You wondered if you had been locked in one of them at some point.
Roaming around the place, you realized that the doors were locked. The sun from outside shined through the glass, giving the place an eerie look.
You only realized how cold you were after y
[Sherlock/Sister!Reader] Personal GainJohn climbed the stairs, sighing as he made his way into the den. It took him a minute to figure out what was wrong.
Sherlock, sitting in a chair, reading a book - normal.
Messy living room - normal.
Skull on the fireplace? ...Pretty normal.
Rather pretty girl sitting in his chair, holding her nose that was dripping blood? No. Not normal.
"You took your time," Sherlock finally said, not looking up from his book.
"Yeah, well I didn't get the shopping," John snapped.
"What? Why not?"
"Because I had a row in the shop with a chip and pin machine."
Sherlock almost looked confused, "You had a row with a machine?"
"Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse."
Until then, you simply sat and listened - you were too focused on keeping blood from getting onto the chair - but you couldn't help but chuckle, which also cause a bit of pain to your more than likely broken nose.
John glanced at you before glaring at Sherlock once more.
"Have you got cash?"
"Take my card," he smiled back.
[Khan/Reader] Find Me, Save Me"So, love, what's your next move?"
"Shouldn't you know?"
"Only if you do."
"So you do, then?"
"Not a clue. Which means you don't either."
Khan let out a long breath, closing his eyes, before answering, "I'll think of something."
You wrap your arms around him from behind, "Then you'd better do it soon. It's only a matter of time before they track your coordinates back here."
"If you know so well, then why don't you come up with a plan?"
"Because I only know as much as you."
A small beeping noise interrupted your conversation.
"If my memory serves me correctly, you're getting a transmission," you whisper as you disappear.
They were threatening him with weapons.
Khan turned to see you leaning against the wall.
"What was that about?" you ask casually.
He replies in a glare.
"Alright, alright. Sorry...Do you think they are...?"
"Of course they are."
"You're going to confront them, then?"
"Obviously. What else can I do?"
Ignoring his last comment, you smile.
"I'm so close.
[The Doctor/Reader] The Collector"If someone were to walk past this box, they will have thought someone was probably bloody torturing you!" Alix walked into the darkened room.
"Hm?" you turned your head, but kept your eyes locked on the screen.
Too tired to repeat herself, she sighed and decided to make a bowl of popcorn.
Though, she almost dropped the bowl when you let out another cry of terror, followed by both your and the Doctor's laugh.
Glancing into the room, she saw you smiling, hugging the man close.
'How very unlike him.' How did you do it? Never, in all the time Alix had known the Doctor, did the Time Lord ever want to relax and watch a movie.
And yet here he was, watching horror films, you sitting on his lap, face buried in his chest. And he was perfectly fine with it.
"I don't understand how you two can watch those films so late at night."
"Please, Alix, since when have I cared about time?" the Doctor scoffs.
"No, no! No! Not the girl! No!" you scream, unaware of the other conve
Devil's Water You didn't sleep that night. You kept yourself up, thinking about the case.
Time slipped away from you, and before you knew it, light flooded into your room.
Your phone went off.
'You awake? -SH'
You programmed his number, just in case.
'Meet me at Scotland Yard? We need to talk. -SH'
'About the case, I assume?'
'Just wait at your house, I'll pick you up.'
'Remember the address? -SH'
Did he think you were stupid?
You showered, got dressed, and planned on being out the door before your parents awoke that morning. As you looked yourself over in the mirror, you smiled. You looked far better than last night.
"That'll show him," you mumbled as you smoothed any visible wrinkles from your clothes.
You borrowed your parents car, not that they minded. Neither had work, and if they needed to go out, they could take a cab.
You pulled into the large driveway, and felt nervous. Was it because of Sherlock?