The Art Of Deduction ➢ Sherlock x Reader

Zugzwang [15]

Y/N POV

zug·zwang
noun ; term for chess

a situation in which the obligation to make a move in one's turn is a serious, often decisive, disadvantage.

James Moriarty awaits me inside the abandon toy factory. Inside the place it is cryptic and unsettling — just like the consulting criminal himself. I shudder as the scent of burnt rubber and flesh reaches my nostrils.

"Hello darling, did you miss me?" Jim taunts, his dark charcoal eyes narrow dangerously.

"What do you want, Moriarty." I growl, keeping my face impassive as possible. He lets out a icy laugh and takes a step closer — to the point where I can feel his breath on me.

"I told you. I want to play the game. Well, Y/N time has come for you to play." He sneers, licking his lips. He begins to stroke my face, eerily. There is a soft look on his eyes that immediately vanishes once he sees my shocked reaction.

"Sherlock has feelings towards you and I've never seen him so... soft. You must be top-shit to make him, Sherlock Holmes, like that. Weak" Jim hisses, he wraps his around around my throat pushing me against the wall.

I let out a squeak, and clumsily throw my arms around, a weak attempt to stop him. He's too strong and I glare at him with all the hatred I can muster and he simply laughs before letting me go.

I fall to the ground with a loud thump and sputter, and inhale loudly as oxygen enters my burning lungs.

"Your obsessed, James Moriarty." I snarl, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"You should be flattered, Y/N and Sherlock too. After all, obsession is the finest form of flattery." He grins, widely.

"Well, go on. Spit it out. Pull the cat out of the bag. What do you want!!?" I yell, slapping him angrily. The sound of my hand hitting his skin ricochets across the factory.

Jim closes his eyes, and pure bliss spreads across his face, almost as if he enjoys it. Sadist. My mind tells me. 

"I'd bet you be wonderful in bed. I just love it woman like you. Fiery. God, Irene Alder sure knew how to please a man." He giggled, and looked at me up and down with a satisfactory look upon his face.

"The game of chess begins." He divulges, and clasps his hands together.

"What do you want me to do?" I inquired, already fearing the worst. My heart hammers in my chest when he gives me a wicked look.

"You, Sherlock, and I are going to pay a game of chess. Y/N, you will be my lovely, lovely pawn. All I want you to do is to make a move and I shall watch Sherlock fall." James Moriarty continued, "In other words, I want you to fake your own death and come with me."

My heart shatters the thought of loosing and betraying, Sherlock but when you play a dangerous game, the game of chess, even if it is Zugzwang, I must make a move and I must do it with intricacy.

I look at this man, this man with violent outbursts and the most confusing aura I've ever encountered, I look at James Moriarty; criminal mastermind and give him my reply.

"Yes. I'll do it."

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did anyone notice the humor error quote :^3 I simply couldn't resist

and I hoped you like this chap y'all please vote, comment

and

how do you want to fake your suicide? ;^) u just remember ya boy Sherlock is a deducing genius

also watch this link & skip the last part (or just watch the whole damn thing 😂) and Andrew Scott the cute bunny is like , "hey guys..." all smiling and shit & Then 0 too 100 real like he's moriarty and he's like "miss me?

I fucking died I can't guys I exploded. this man can turn into harmless bunny into sexy psychopath in only 3 seconds

anYways thank you all for voting illy guys im happy for all my readers :3

Link to video - ( also in media section tho)
https://youtu.be/qRsGzksXCWE