The Art Of Deduction ➢ Sherlock x Reader

Requiem [17]

Y/N POV

I stand right on top of the building, the frigid wind flutters through my hair and I let out an involuntary shiver.

Moriarty sets on the ledge of the building.

He flashes a cruel smile laced in malevolence. "Darling, Y/N. You made it."

I am merely playing the game. So might as well do it well.

"How could I not." I reply back, keeping my voice smooth and even. I keep my eyes locked upon his dark ones. I will not show submission towards him.

A catchy song begins to feel the silence around us and Staying alive vibrates inside my head and I cringe at his sick, twisted humour.

"You are the key in solving The Final Problem. La grande finale, oui?" James Morarty hisses in a low, taunting tone.

My lips pure into a thin line and I narrow my eyes dangerously. "What if I decline your lovely offer?"

James lets out a childish giggle and rolls his eyes. "Oh you silly, silly little girl! I've told you already! Everyone you love dies. The truth about you revealed. Can you imagine the look on Sherlock's face — as I torture you? Slow, and agonising. Beautiful torture. It's bliss, my darling. Just to see him hurt."

I bite on my tongue hard and the bitter, metallic taste of blood floods my mouth.

I want to claw at him. Hurt him as much as he is hurting me. For what he is forcing me to do; to destroy Sherlock completely from the inside.

Like a flesh-eating disease that devours. That kills and completely demolishes everything inside.

James looks at me with a bored look, and begins to tap his foot impatiently.

Suddenly too add to his perverse delight, a cabby pulls up the curb.

I know it's him.

My heart lurches, and my stomach begins to gnaw at me.

I see him and he sees me.

Sherlock Holmes.

He was aware of his schemes. And I knew it. But he never realised, that I would be part of the game.

That I, Y/F/N would fool, Sherlock Holmes. My death would be faked and organised by the criminal mastermind, James Moriarty. God who would of expected that.

I call him with trembling hands.

He picks up immediately.

"Y/N. What are you doing? Please, please don't do anything stupid. Don't. Please." Sherlock begs, sorrow staining his voice.

I watch him from afar, and I can see tears begin to form like crystals in his beautiful eyes.

"Oh dear god, he's begging." James sneers in the background.

"Stay where you are. Look at me. Please Sherlock. Do it for me. Just look at me." I yell.

"We can solve this together, Y/N. He wants us." Sherlock sputters, nervously.

"I am doing it because I love you. You. Mary. The Baby. John. I love you will all my heart and never forget that, Sherlock Holmes."

"No Y/N—"

Then I fall.

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FYI - This was how Sherlock faked his own death, originally in the show + THIS IS NOT THE END!!!! U shall get Sherlock back *pinky promise*

grab ur tissues and brace urselfs for the next chapters. ( next one is sherlocks's pov to this event yes, I am evil) kind of a songfic one shot thingy. ALOT OF SHERLOCK!GREIF SORRY gUys & ALSO A LIL BIT OF MORIARTY!