Every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned Hiddles

Sherlockian, Avengers fangirl, Hiddlestoner and major Tolkien fan. Plus several other scraps of fandom that might worm their way in. My hobbies include crying over fictional gay couples and unfairly attractive people.
Moriarty was real.

Bitch.

‘Naughty naughty 007.’
There was low snap as Silva unloaded the gun, slipping it into the pocket of the policeman’s jacket. The hand returned to Bond’s throat, the rough thumb tracing circles into the skin. 
‘Such a pretty neck you have my dear.’ Silva breathed. ‘What a shame if something were to– he curled his fingers into the short strands of Bond’s hair, pulling his head back into Silva’s shoulder
‘- happen to it?’