Jim Moriarty: Psychopath Matchmaker
"Moran?"
"Yes, boss?"
"The checklist, please."
"Here it is." The tall, brawny man hands an old piece of parchment to Jim, seated in a blood-red throne.
"John and Sherlock. Hm. Did this one work out?"
"Last time I checked, it did."
"Let's have a look, shall we?"
The Irishman and his companion look into a wide bowl with a thick, dark liquid. The vision is blurry before clearing up and showing a certain consulting detective. He's sleeping uncomfortably in his black chair. John walks into the scene and lifts the gangly man into his arms. He carries Sherlock up the stairs into their bedroom. He lays the man on his bed and snuggles his body. John kisses Sherlock's cheek and the men fall asleep.
"Oh, wonderful! Now, I have….. Molly and Irene. Poor Molly. I know she feels betrayed a bit but she has Irene now so that's good."
They lean into the bowl and pull back just as quickly.
"Well. It seems Irene is no longer the dominant one in bed, it seems." Jim giggles and Moran smirks.
"The next one is Donovan and Anderson, boss."
"Oh. I don't like them. Bring it on, then."
The first thing they see is Anderson on the street and Jim grins, hoping he's homeless. It's quite the opposite. He's walking hand-in-hand with someone who clearly isn't Donovan. He seems a bit irritated and the woman is smiling smugly. Anderson trips and falls and Jim cackles merrily. Moran sniggers and skims his fingers on the water which leads them to Donovan. She's sitting at her desk and she seems to have gained weight. A tall broad man comes in and smiles when he sees her. She stands and reveals a large belly and the man seems very pleased. The two men sit back and Moran runs his hands through his hair.
"Any more couples?" he asks.
"Last one! Greg Lestrade aaaand Mycroft Holmes."
"Er, boss? We didn't-"
"I know but I'd like to see if they finally got it through their thick heads to get together."
The place they see is dark and it takes their eyes a while to adjust. They hear a few grunts and are about to leave but the noises stop. Greg has his arms around the oldest Holmes and they're watching a movie. Mycroft adjusts himself on the bed and makes another grunt before settling down.
Moran raises his eyebrow and shrugs, "They're cute together. Never knew them personally but they seem good enough."
Jim nods in agreement and they pull back from the bowl. Moran snaps and the bowl disappears. He sits in his throne next to his lover and twines their fingers together.
"It's nice being the Kings of Hell, isn't it?" Jim questions.
Moran nods, "It's even nicer being married to a psychopathic matchmaker."
Jim grins and they sit back, watching the destruction all around them.