(Source: because-xaviers)
{Main/only}Sebastian Moran: Right hand man and second most dangerous man in London. The only person to stick with Moriarty for so long, almost eliciting care from the psychopath Almost.
Samuel Winchester: The Winchester that Lucifer needs alive, having no clue he’s chasing nothing as Moriarty deals with his brother.
Dean Winchester: The devil himself came to Jim to ask the criminal to fix his problem. That problem being Dean. Now the hunter is being played with before the inevitable end.
Lucifer: The archangel came and sought out Moriarty as there really was no one else who could knowingly pull off the task of killing Dean Winchester and not Sam. There’s a mutual respect towards one another as it’s obvious that they are useful to each other as well as powerful.
Balthazar: The angel came to Jim with a deal, and Moriarty finds the man both interesting and useful enough to use him as a associate- both men always seeking what is best for them and their lack of interest in species is what allowed them to connect so easily without Jim becoming murderous.
The Centurion: Once Rory Williams, truly the time lord, The Master. These two do not get along, but there’s something that keeps them from trying to kill one another. Mutual respect? Perhaps, though don’t expect them to give you any answers.
The Doctor: The Time Lord perked the interest of Moriarty, so he planned and got the Doctor to come and see him. The way Jim keeps surprising and confusing the other mad man keeps the psychopath appeased.
The Master: Two psychopathic, impossibly genius, and powerful men don’t mix smoothly. Though they have no qualms with the other, it’s like a constant contest between them, as they get bored far too easily.
Sherlock Holmes: The once detective was broken and lost after the fall, and so easily submitted to Moriarty upon his return. Rage and darkness finally being exposed, Moriarty is making his Knight into something else all together.
John Watson: On watch and light interaction to enjoy the pain Jim caused.
Gregory Lestrade: A pet to Moriarty, nice to look at and ever so much fun to manipulate and annoy. The fact the detective inspector tries to hide his attraction is just a bonus.
Mycroft Holmes: Round and round they go- will they stop? No one knows.
Rory Williams: Jim has always found the Roman more interesting then The Doctor and Amelia. With nothing but truth, M is turning the lone centurion into something more- manipulating the man with his own feelings, the criminal will have Rory as his own one way or another.
Loki: When these two met, there was a instant connection of madness and pain. Once cautious now sexy and playful- the two psychopaths use one another for something to pass time.
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The Doctor: Starting in a disguise Moriarty is starting to see that there’s much more fun to be had then killing as he travels with The Doctor.
Sherlock Holmes: The once detective turned criminal after the fall, and now the two play with one another when the boredom strikes.
The Doctor: The rage of a Time Lord. Like blood in the water, Jim is drawn to it and enjoys messing with the man with memories of the past. Still, the criminal actually helps in ways by alerting the Doctor of alien and otherworldly threats.
Crowley: Both started small, both ended up ruling as kings- now both are going to destroy heaven and hell by not touching them. The men use their own abilities to ensue and watch as angels and demons turn on one another as they pick sides to a plot that was never going to happen.
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“Let’s just leave it at that. You’re not all too good yourself, Doctor-though you do have a good hero mask you’ve created.”
The Doctor said nothing as he could not deny what was the truth. His frown remained on his face as he eyed the other.
“Someone’s pouty face is out. Perhaps I shall let you know some things about me as I know much about you.” He knew that wouldn’t cheer up the Time Lord, but it would make things more interesting.
“The whispers have a name and it is Moriarty. A dear fellow once called my job as being a consulting criminal, but there’s really no label for the things I do.”
And oh, the things he done would make the devil shiver.
It took two personalities to find his heart
And a wash away romance to enjoy it
Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
“Well, this is different. I do hope you’re here with something interesting.”
“Obviously. Unlike you, I’m powerful and discreet. I rather like people fearing to mention me, like my name will set them on fire or worse. If I want to seen and known, I will be. If not, then I’m nothing more then a idea.” It was said offhandedly, as it was true and the fact bored the criminal. “As for being observant, besides it being the understatement of the century, is a correct deduction of me. There is nothing that goes on that I don’t know about or have a role in.”
He frowned, not at all liking what Jim seemed to be implying. As he listened on, it only confirmed his assumption.
“You.. you’re not the good kind of guy, are you?”
“Let’s just leave it at that. You’re not all too good yourself, Doctor-though you do have a good hero mask you’ve created.”
“This better be worth the interruption. Daddy has places to go and people to kill and unless what you have is more interesting, I don’t have time to waste on dilly-dallying with you.”
“Thought you have a bit of time for me, Boss, being your second and all.” Sebastian raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. “Thought I was a hell of a lot more interesting than that. Must have gave myself too much credit.”
“Not when you whine like a petulant child. You’re giving me a headache. You have your moments and you do your job better then anyone. Now with your ego stroked, I imagine you came here for a reason?”
“I do hope you came here with more then horrid quips about my height. I don’t like wasting time on idiots unless they bring something fun to the table.”
“I’ve got an anonymous tip that you’re possessed by a demon. I can’t have you running around with a demon inside your meat-suit. You’re enough trouble as it is.”
“Mycroft is just being annoying now. I assure you that even if a demon wished to possess me- they would not succeed. There are things in my mind and soul that ward off the most presumptuous of demons so they are aware of how dull and plain they really are when trying to play with me.”
“Darling, I’m the reason Torchwood was put together and stayed above the normal government. I could own it if I wanted-but such things don’t interest me. They came to me for help, I fixed their problems and gave them some power, and that was the last I thought of the place. You’re just very obvious when you come to Earth that it would be impossible for someone like me to not have heard of you at least once. Even with the different faces, you’re very easy to spot, and that’s without the many warnings and files Torchwood has on you that I scanned over sometime ago.”
“Really now?” The Doctor raised a
non-existentbrow. “They never mentioned you before.”
“But you seem to be an observant person. Not many people who don’t already know me notice at all.”
“Obviously. Unlike you, I’m powerful and discreet. I rather like people fearing to mention me, like my name will set them on fire or worse. If I want to seen and known, I will be. If not, then I’m nothing more then a idea.” It was said offhandedly, as it was true and the fact bored the criminal. “As for being observant, besides it being the understatement of the century, is a correct deduction of me. There is nothing that goes on that I don’t know about or have a role in.”
