Requested by MariWhoLock
Song: Lurk by The Neigbourhood
I want to be honest, I want to be bad
I want to destroy you, I want to move fast
I want the attention, I want all the cash
I want all the ass, is that too much to ask?
I want to be faithful, I want to be raw
I want to be ignorant, I want to know all
I want to die someday, I want to live long
I want what I ask for, I get what I want
James Moriarty, the world's only consulting criminal and the most dangerous man on the planet. He had everything he could possibly want. Money, fame, a strong network. You name it, he had it. It felt amazing to have so much power and spread so much fear in the hearts of humanity. Newspapers, television networks, magazines. They all spread the word of the man you'd never want to encounter.
He caused chaos, hatred and brutal annihilation wherever he went. He showed no mercy in his destructive paths and killed everyone who got in the way of his triumph. He was the mastermind behind the most notorious crimes of the century. His connections went further than anyone could possibly imagine. And he loved it.
Life for him could not get any better than it was now. It had taken him years to build the empire, the reputation he had today. But all the hard work, the suffering and the time he had put into his goals paid off in the end. He seemed to have it all. And he agreed on that statement. Until one day... he fell in love.
It had caught him by total surprise. Weird feelings he had never experienced before came bubbling to the surface, interfering with his everyday life. His actions weren't as well thought out and planned anymore, they were impulsive. He didn't think things through. He thought he was sick, dying even. But once he realised what was truly going on, he could only dream that he was dying.
Sentiment.
It had manifested itself in Jim's brain and it wouldn't go away no matter what he did. He was heartbroken without even approaching the woman. She intoxicated him with her movements. He wanted her. He needed her. As long as she was not his, he wouldn't have all.
His happiness was melting, disappearing like snow met by the sun. He craved her. The burning desire took over his entire mind and body. Rationality was no longer a word in his personal dictionary. All he thought of, day and night, was the lady who managed to bring the consulting criminal to his knees. And the scariest part for him was you didn't even know you were doing it. Hell, you weren't even aware of him.
Sure, you had heard of his existence. The crimes he had commit, the amount of blood on his hands, but you had never given him much thought. Why would you? It wasn't of any importance to you. Or at least, that's what you thought.
You had no clue that Moriarty himself watched your every move. You had no idea what you were doing to him. And it drove him insane. How could a simplistic woman like you, an everyday civilian have such an effect on him? He wanted answers.
So, he abandoned all sense of sanity and thoughtfulness. What was right and safe for him to do, didn't matter. It could possibly endanger the entire network he had worked so hard on, but at the time, he didn't care. He didn't even think about it, he couldn't. You took over his mind like a curse. You were the only woman to have ever been able to do that. And he was going to claim you as his own.
I'm thinking we should ride
To a place that we don't know
To a place where no one's seen us before
I'm thinking you and I
Better just go with the flow
Last thing that we should do is go slow
I'm thinking we should ride
To a place that we don't know
To a place where no one's seen us before
I'm thinking you and I
Better just go with the flow
Last thing that we should do is go slow
Lust. It was the only thing on his mind. Such a strong and powerful emotion. And the thing that caused it was you.
You triggered every part of him he tried so hard to suppress. Things came rushing to the surface as he kept fighting for control.
Ever since he met you, he had become a puppet on strings and you were the puppeteer. His life had turned into a Criminal Minds episode and despite loving the insanity of the show, he was not enjoying what was happening to him. He had to break free. He had to run far away from your grip and never return. But he couldn't. His own body betrayed him. Moriarty was in love. And he despised it. He never asked for this cruel feeling, he not once requested it. He was so strong, yet so weak. You made him feel everything. It was jeopardising his job, his empire. The power he had fought for was slowly decreasing and the grip you had on him got tighter with every word you spoke and every touch of your skin against his.
Jim wanted to just dive into it like the madmen he was. He wanted to be careless, reckless and just relish in the feeling of love. But that part of him was held back by the small glimpse of rationality left inside of him.
The real Moriarty wouldn't ever do that. The real him wouldn't give up the power he worked so hard for. He wouldn't give up the rush he got from seeing the life disappear from someone's eyes.
The sentiment was clouding his brain, turning him into a completely different version of himself. A version that wasn't right. It wasn't real. He had to eliminate that new side of him or he'd regret it forever.
It was time to push you to the ground and take back every last bit of him that you had taken away. It was time to regain control over his own actions. It was time for the real James Moriarty to fight his way back to the surface. And he knew exactly what to do.
I think that I'm human, I think about God
I think of the chances, I think that I'm wrong
I think to be thoughtful, I know that I'm not
You think I'm a fake, and I know you're a fraud
I fuck cause I need to, I fuck when I want
I'll fuck you in love, even though it is not
I'll fucking digest you one kiss at a time
You wish I was yours, and I hope that you're mine
Breathing. Heart pumping blood through the body. It was what kept a person alive. It was what provided the brain with enough strength to think, to create and above all, to control.
That was the case for every human being out there, including you. It was such a magical and wondrous thing; a powerful system. But just like every machine, the human body had weaknesses.
So... accessible, out in the open for everyone to see. So reachable and so easily accomplished. All it took to stop the human systems was one simple, well-aimed bullet. Just one tiny piece of lead to destroy so many lives. Families, friends and acquaintances. All mourning because of one dead body. And one ruthless criminal to thrive off of it all.
You were gone, wiped away from the surface of the Earth. Your ability to control faded away as the bullet struck and blood soaked your shirt. It caught you by complete surprise and by then, it was already too late.
And as you fell limp to the floor, it was like everything you made Jim feel washed off of him. Now, you were just another kill. Another dead body to join the many others on his list. Just more blood on his hands to clean up. Your reign ended, your power ceased and Moriarty rose back to the top.
Finally, he was his own God again. All control returned to him accompanied by all the power. It had been lost, unknowingly given to another person for so long, but he got it back.
James Moriarty was reborn. And from that moment on, no one ever dared to try what you had done. People learn from their mistakes, and he was no exception.
I'm thinking we should ride
To a place that we don't know
To a place where no one's seen us before
I'm thinking you and I
Better just go with the flow
Last thing that we should do is go slow
I'm thinking we should ride
To a place that we don't know
To a place where no one's seen us before
I'm thinking you and I
Better just go with the flow
Last thing that we should do is go slow
Go fast, go fast
Go fast, go fast