an: my first Sherlock fic/drabble. I'm a huge Sherlolliarty supporter and Sherlolly, Molliarty fangirl. You'll know that if you followed my tumblr and twitter xD

Sherlock isnt mine.


James Moriarty was a man who took pleasure on being called a psycho, not only because it's true, but it also sums up everything that he lives for. He was on a very sturdy business streak, which he consults, kills and use people to everything that he wanted to do.

But someone changed the cold and deranged man. She was supposed to be a mere pawn in his game, an empty shell that's easy to manipulate. Feeding her lies as she gobbled it up.

Molly Hooper was never part of the plan, a miscalculation in his part. He got bored and simply wanted to spice things up with his approach to the curly haired man. Turns out, he got more than he bargained for. Something inside of him was awakened when he kissed her on their third date, it was a foreign feeling in his person; since he grew to be nothing but being a lunatic.
James wanted to see her, to feel her, to eat her, to talk to her, to caress her and to love her.

He thought it was rather ridiculous in his part, he was never the type to fall into minor distractions. There he was, standing outside her apartment, wearing his favorite westwood; taking a deep breath as he was readying himself to show Molly his true self.

He loathed mistakes, but this one he was thankful for.