Story cover for Keys and Strings by arizonagirlemi
Keys and Strings
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 55m
  • Reads 12,875
  • Votes 398
  • Parts 13
  • Time 55m
Complete, First published Jan 03, 2019
(Y/N) (L/N) and the Holmes brothers didn't exactly get along. They always disapproved of her using her genius in music instead of in something worthwhile. She told them she'd prove them wrong one day.

And she did.

(Y/N) is known internationally for her music. People praise her skills for being able to play multiple instruments. To celebrate her success, (Y/N) is planning her first tour, kicking it off in her hometown; London.

Soon everything falls to pieces. Her violinist just quit on her and she has no backup. With no other options, she turns to Sherlock for help. 

-Completed-

{BBC Sherlock belongs to Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat, Stephen Thompson}
{Original Sherlock characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle}
{Please Do Not Steal My Work.}
{This is what I like to call an 'albumfic' instead of a 'songfic'. If you're a fan of both Dodie Clark and BBC's Sherlock, this is the place for you.}
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He was a supervillain, brilliant and ruthless. For James Moriarty, fortune and power had become so easy, it was boring. But not for long. Now the Great Game was getting interesting. Annabelle Watson didn't have a clue how important she was in his plan to crush Sherlock Holmes and anyone else who stood in his way. But she would know soon. She would help him. And he might even let her live. She did, after all, play the most beautiful music. 🎶 ~*~*~*~*~*~* [Just a peek] Moriarty lowered the blade just as Annabelle grabbed his face and kissed him with as much force as she could summon. But as her desperate kiss continued, it was Moriarty's turn to be shocked. A smoldering desire buried long ago started unravelling in him. His free hand slid up her spine to grasp the back of her head and press her lips into his, while his hand with the knife encircled her waist. And as he held her there, Moriarty's kiss grew deeper, a passion igniting that he had a hard time controlling.