Note: I do not own Romeo and Juliet or Sherlock
Character guide:
Juliet-you
Lady/Lord Capulet- Your parents
Tybalt-Anderson
Nurse- Mrs. Hudson/ "Nurse Hudson"
Paris- Sherlock
Friar Lawrence- "Friar" Lestrade
Friar John- "Friar" John Watson
Romeo- Jim Moriarty
Mercutio- Sebastian Moran
Benvolio- Jeff Hope (a.k.a. the cabbie from A Study in Pink)
Lady/ Lord Montague- Lady/Lord Moriarty/Jim's parents
Rosaline- Molly
*All other characters in the play have their names kept the same way.
Backstory: You have been living in London, across the street from Sherlock and John for quite some time. You became friends with them, and are thrown off when one day, you seem to be put in a parallel universe where you are Juliet Capulet and see some familiar names and faces.
(Your POV)
You were unsure of how you had gotten to this room. You were sitting on a large gold-linen canopy bed while wearing an antique silky gown of a darker gold that went down to your ankles. It looked like you were in a girl's bedroom in the Renaissance. The room was luxurious yet plain; the only other furniture was a mirror with some perfume bottles and lotions beside it. A trunk rested at the end of the bed. There was a large window which you realized led to a balcony. You glanced at yourself in the mirror; your hair was long now, down to the small of your back and slightly braided at the top. You looked no older than fourteen or so.
This is so weird, you thought.
Curious, you walked out to see the scene underneath the balcony; it was acres and acres of vineyard land. It was gorgeous in the bright sunlight. A breeze blew through your hair.
Hey! This is a lot like Romeo and—
Your thoughts were interrupted by someone calling (presumably) your name.
"Juliet! Juliet?" You recognized the voice. The woman ran beside you.
"Mrs. Hudson? What are we doing here?" You asked her.
What is Sherlock's landlady doing here? You thought.
The older woman tilted her head to the side confusedly.
"Nurse Hudson, dear. Would you like something to drink? Perhaps the summer heat is getting to you. Or perhaps it's the full moon. There is so much quarreling today!" She said, coming back with wine.
You sipped it, not wanting to ask much more.
"Quarreling?" You asked.
"Samson and Gregory were just walking down the street getting food from the marketplace when Abram showed up! He works for the house of Moriarty. Anyways, some words were said, and it turned into a sword fight! Jeff Hope of the Moriarty household did try to calm it down, but then your dear cousin, Anderson showed up, causing more trouble. We even got threatened by the prince not to do it again! Not that I blame him. Those Moriartys are trouble."
"No kidding!" You laughed, remembering Sherlock's complaints. You also deduced that Samson and Gregory worked for your family. You cringed at the thought of Anderson being related to you.
I'm in another dimension, it seems. You thought to yourself.
You were processing it surprisingly well though, and wondered who else would show up while you were Juliet Capulet.
"What else happened?" You asked Mrs. Hudson, or rather, Nurse Hudson.
"Well, I called you for a reason. Your mother…she's been looking for you." She seemed happy, in an almost mischievous way.
You turned to see your mother, and stifled a laugh. She was wearing a violet gown and a headdress that reminded you of Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty. You would have giggled if it had not been for the no-nonsense expression on her face.
"Mother…hi." You said, unsure of what to say.
"Hello, Juliet. We have important matters to discuss." She nudged with her head for Nurse Hudson to go out. She did, closing the door, a disappointed expression on her face.
"Actually, Nurse Hudson, you should hear this too." Your mom said. Nurse Hudson smiled appreciatively, coming back into the room and shutting the door behind her.
"I have seen Juliet grow up to be so beautiful! I can't believe that I had nursed her so long ago…she is about to turn fourteen on Lamistide! If I live long enough to see her married, I will consider myself a success!" "Nurse" Hudson said excitedly.
"Yes, thank you…" Your mother glared at her.
"…That is exactly what I wanted to discuss with you, Juliet. The valiant Sherlock has requested your hand in marriage." Your mom said to you. You giggled. Sherlock? Asking someone to marry him? And me?
Nurse Hudson perked up at this.
"Sherlock! He is as perfect as if he were sculpted from wax!" She said, smiling giddily as she tapped your knee.
"Tell me, daughter, what do you think about getting married?" Your mother asked you.
"It is an honor that I don't dream of." You smiled, remembering that line from the play.
"An honor! Do you hear that, Lady Capulet? If I weren't her only nurse, I would have assumed that you had sucked the wisdom from the breast that fed you." The old woman laughed.
"…Well, you should be thinking of it. I gave birth to you when I was your age, whereas you are still a maid. Think it over, Juliet." Your mom said, looking into your eyes intensely.
You bit your lip… I'm definitely not ready for that! Underage marriage was illegal back home! I'm not even fourteen yet! Well, not here, anyways.
"After all, summertime in Verona has no flower like him!" Your mother said, smiling.
"She's right!" Nurse Hudson added.
You smiled awkwardly, shifting your knees as you sat down on the trunk.
"What do you say? Can you love him? When he is at our masquerade banquet tonight, will you glance at him and see him? Will you make conversation? It's not right to hide from men such as those when you are so beautiful, my dear. You wouldn't lose anything." Your mother persuaded, as if it were a simple business transaction instead of a marriage.
"Not lose at all, but get bigger, once you're pregnant!" Nurse Hudson chimed in with a wink.
"Give us a quick answer…what do you think?" Your mother asked you.
"I'll look at him, and try to like him, but only as much as your permission allows." You decided. Back home, Sherlock was your friend, and neither of you felt anything besides Platonic love for each other, even if he was handsome. He was like your big brother. It would be unthinkable.
They both left the room to give you time to think.
This is going to be an interesting evening, you thought.
(Jim Moriarty's POV)
"I just can't believe Molly would break up with me!" Jim sobbed while sitting on a rock in the woods. Jeff Hope, the horse-carriage cabbie, comforted his younger friend.
"There, there. She may have chosen a life of chastity, but there are always more fish in the sea!" Jeff said, accent lilting at the end.
"I know, Jeff, but she was the most beautiful one...and what a waste of beauty." His large brown eyes were wet with tears.
"That isn't true. You've only seen her alone. You'll be over this in a couple of weeks, just trust me." Jeff comforted.
They walked out of the woods onto a street, bumping into someone running frantically. The man had a name tag that read 'Peter'.
"Sorry!" Peter said.
"It's okay…you alright?" Jim asked.
"No…my eyes are bad and I can't read this list." Peter handed the list to Jim.
"Can you see it okay?" Peter asked Jim.
"Only if it is one of my negative fortunes…" He mumbled. "I mean, yeah, sure." Jim began to read.
""Signor Martino and his wife and daughters,
Count Anselme and his beautiful sisters,
Vitruvio's widow,
Signor Placentio and his lovely nieces,
Sebastian Moran and his brother Valentine,
My uncle Capulet and his wife and daughters,
My fair niece Molly and Livia,
Signor Valentio and his cousin Anderson,
Lucio and the lively Helena."
That's a lot of people…where are they supposed to go?" Jim asked.
"My master's house." Peter answered.
"Where is that exactly?"
"Capulet's, at their vineyard mansion. You can come too, as long as you're not a Moriarty. Have a nice day!" Peter offered, pointing forward toward a house on a hill. He hurried away.
Jeff turned towards Jim.
"You should go. Molly will be there, and so will every other girl in Verona. Now you can compare her with all the true hotties out there! Besides…it had never been above you to crash an awesome party. It will be just like old times!" He said.
"That's not true…" He said sadly." But I will go with you, but only to see Molly." He declared.
Do you hate it? I'm starting to think that it was a bad idea to write this, although we need more Moriarty X Reader fics. It seems confusing. Let me know your true feelings about the story!
P.S. This was based off of a dream I had in which I was locked in a stage theater with Moriarty, and some actors in Romeo and Juliet and I were held hostage while Sherlock tried to find us. I don't know how it escalated to this. Maybe I should have written about that instead. Also, I decided to make the talk modern-day style, instead of Shakespearean because it would be less relatable. If you like the idea and don't like how I wrote it, I won't cry if you steal the idea from me and write it on your own. But send me a link! I'm curious.