You had worked in the morgue of St. Barts hospital for over a year now. You were well acquainted with the famous Sherlock Holmes, he seemed to bring you the most "business". Anytime Sherlock had a case, you had a body or two to examine. Despite being an arrogant prick, Sherlock and you shared a mutual bond over the fact that you were unfazed by the blood and gore that surrounded your work. You were fascinated by the human mind and body.
What you didn't know was someone else was fascinated by the human mind and body, more specifically your mind and body...
Jim Moriarty was the self proclaimed king of crime, as well as Sherlock's arch rival. Much like you Jim was unfazed by blood, he loved it. He killed almost solely to see blood pour out of someone's pretty veins. Blood was his obsession, crime was more of his past time. Jim paid close attention to Sherlock and those around him, especially you. He watched you for months. He saw you at work, on the street, even in your own home. He knew your daily routine, your interests, your secrets, but most importantly he knew you loved the sight of blood as much as he did. Maybe you didn't know it yet, but Jim knew. Overtime watching you became his new obsession. He fantasized about having you with him, slicing veins open and painting the floor red. He wanted nothing more than to see you on your knees in front of him covered in blood, didn't matter whose. Jim needed to have you to himself.
He needed to see you bleed, that was the only thing on his mind the day you came home to find him sitting in your living room.
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Buckle up bitches this one's gonna be a wild ride...
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Bleed (Moriarty x Reader)
Fanfiction"We'll start with just a prick, but we'll get that pretty blood of yours flowing soon enough." You were no stranger to the blood and gore of London. Sherlock often brought in more bodies to your morgue than you cared to see. Perhaps that's why when...
