#dagger moran

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Louis: I sleep with a dagger under my pillow

Moran: pfft. I sleep with a gun

Sherlock: I sleep with Liam

[ghuleh-witch]

And We Are Tied As One Eternally-XIII

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: none for this chapter Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x OFC Additional Tags: soft!dom Copia, eventual smut, developing relationship, kind of a slow burn, no beta reader Chapter Word Count: 2734 Summary: Ellie Moran just wanted to make a new life for herself. Running to escape the people in her past, she ends up in a small town in the middle of nowhere that happens to be home to a Satanic church. She never expected her life to change again after she started attending the public masses at said church. Ao3 || Masterlist Chapters: 13/? Previous Chapters Tag list: @sodoswitchimage Fic Divider by gothdaddyissues

Between lessons with Gemma on the Ministry and visiting Copia during her stops at the abbey, the next week flew by. Ellie could hardly believe this was her life now. Now that Ethan was gone, a tremendous block of weight had been lifted and the shadow keeping her down had disappeared. She kept a close eye on the news, and after four days, “Ethan’s” body was discovered on a remote hiking trail in the mountains. According to the newscaster, the coroner ruled he died from exposure. 

It was now the day of the Samhain ball, and Gemma brought Ellie up to the abbey to help her get ready for that night. Ellie sat in Gemma’s room in front of the vanity as Gemma artfully applied makeup and did her hair. 

“You look stunning,” Gemma said as she helped Ellie zip up her dress. “Papa isn’t going to know what hit him when he sees you.” 

“Thanks,” Ellie said, blushing as she looked at herself in the mirror. She allowed Gemma to guide her to sit on the bed and watched as the other woman slipped a pair of black strappy heels onto her feet. “You look gorgeous too.” Gemma was wearing a strapless bottle green dress that hugged her every curve and had a split running all the way up to her waist. 

“Thank you,” Gemma grinned. “Secondo is going to be very pleased that he picked this dress out for me.”

“Secondo?” Ellie asked with surprise. She knew someone was taking Gemma to the ball, but Gemma never revealed who her date was. 

“Mhm,” Gemma hummed in response. “He asked me a few weeks ago and then bought this dress for me.” 

Ellie smiled. “That was sweet. You said he did your initiation. Have you two…you know…since then?”

“Oh, yes,” Gemma grinned but the smile slipped from her face a moment later. “A couple of times…but it was only ever sex. He’s never asked me to any balls like this before as his date. He usually goes on his own.” 

“You like him?”

“I love him,” Gemma confessed. “But he…isn’t one for getting involved with Siblings in that way. It’s only ever hook ups…but I’m hoping because he asked me to this that maybe things have changed?”

Ellie nodded. “I hope so,” she said taking Gemma’s hand and squeezing it.

Gemma smiled and squeezed her hand back before returning to work on Ellie’s hair. “Now, do you want a more casual or elegant look?”

“Do whatever you want,” Ellie said. “I’m sure it will look stunning either way.” 

When Gemma finished, Ellie’s wavy shoulder-length hair was looking more curled and down in a half-up-do with little silver bedazzled gems scattered over the hair that was pulled back. “You really went all out?” Ellie said as she looked over her reflection.

“This is the biggest night of the year,” Gemma said. “Well, besides Ghost album release nights, but there’s not going to be another album for a couple more years.” 

After finishing helping Gemma get ready, the two began the walk down outside to a clearing just beyond the gardens where the Samhain ritual would take place. They stood in a semi-circle around a wooden altar with other Siblings, Clergy members, Ghouls, and local church members. On top of the altar, Ellie could see goblets, candles, some type of bowl, a fancy-looking dagger, and a number of different herbs and crystals. As the sun disappeared from the sky, the four Papas, dressed in their formal chasubles and vestments and donned in papal paint, approached the semi-circle of people. 

Ellie watched in fascination as each of them drank from the goblets on the altar and spoke in Latin. They were contributing items to what Ellie realized was a stone bowl. She watched as Terzo lifted the dagger and pointed it in four different directions before cutting it into an apple and putting it into the bowl. 

“And now we ask each of you to take a moment and reflect upon the last year. Thank the One Below for the good and the bad and let go of the things that no longer serve you,” Primo said in English. 

The already silent crowd seemed to bow their heads for a few minutes. Ellie reflected on the last year and everything that led her to that moment. She thanked whoever might be listening for all the good things that happened, but had a hard time thanking them for the bad. She understood that you needed the bad to understand the good, but the idea of being thankful for negative things in her life was foreign to her. She then released as much of the negativity as she good before looking back up at the altar. Copia was setting the contents of the bowl on fire while chanting something in Latin. She watched as the flames died down before Terzo took the dagger again and pointed it in four directions again before returning it to the table with a simple “Nema.” 

“That concludes our Samhain ritual,” Secondo said. “Please join us for the festivities inside the sanctuary.” 

Ellie walked with Gemma back into the abbey and to the sanctuary. The pews had been removed and it was decorated with red and black streamers, lights, and other decor. A stage was set up where the pulpit and altar usually sat and Ellie could see ghouls setting up instruments.

“The Papas usually sing a couple of songs each,” Gemma said. “Typically ones off whatever albums they’ve done.” 

“So Copia will be singing?” Ellie asked, looking around the crowded room for him. They agreed to meet in the sanctuary, but Ellie hadn’t seen him yet. 

Gemma grinned. “You’re in for a treat.” 

Ellie felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around. Standing there was Copia still done up in his black and white papal paints and wearing his black and gold vestments and bat wing miter. His eyes widened as he looked her up and down and Ellie couldn’t help but blush.

“Sei stupenda (You look stunning),” he said with awe in his voice. 

“I don’t know what you said but I’m assuming it was a good thing?” Ellie questioned with a laugh.

“Si, I said you look stunning,” he said.

“Thank you. You look amazing yourself.” 

“Bah,” he said waving the comment off. “I look like this every mass.” 

“Still looks amazing though.”

“Well thank you, tesoro.”

“Good evening, Papa,” Gemma greeted and Ellie forgot she had been standing next to her. “I was just telling Ellie that you and the other Papas would be performing tonight.”

Copia nodded. “Si, we are,” he said. “I’ll be up last.”

“What are you singing?” Ellie asked.

“Dance Macabre and Twenties. That will get the asses wobbling, no?”

Gemma laughed and nodded. “It will. Oh, I see Secondo. I’ll see you later Ellie.” 

Ellie watched Gemma go to the other Papa also in papal paints and his black and green chausable before she turned back to Copia. Just as she was about to ask when everything was going to get started, music started to play in Ellie recognized Primo on the makeshift stage.

“Do you want to dance?” Copia asked, holding out a gloved hand to her.

Ellie grinned and took it. “Yes!” 

Ellie wasn’t sure how much time had passed and she didn’t care. She was having the time of her life. She danced with Copia while he made jokes and twirled her around. When it was his turn to perform, Ellie got herself something to drink before making her way to the stage. There were a number of sisters standing there waiting and they all looked at Ellie with a mixture of jealousy and delight. She did her best to ignore them and when Copia came onto the stage and up to the mic, the room erupted in cheers.

The familiar beat of Dance Macabre started up and Ellie watched as Copia bobbed in time with the music.

“I want to see each and every ass in here wobble,” he said into the mic as he launched into the first verse.

Ellie could see why so many people claimed Copia was their favorite of the Papas. The way he commanded the stage and audience was awe-inspiring. Ellie couldn’t help but stare as Brianna and Micah joined her.

“Having fun?” Micah asked over the music.

“Yes!” Ellie said as Micah took her hands and danced with her. She didn’t mind. She knew it was all friendly, but when she caught sight of Copia on stage, she could have sworn a look of jealousy passed over his face.

When the song ended, cheers and screams filled the sanctuary before Copia started into Twenties. Ellie hadn’t had a chance to listen to the Impera album in full, so she did her best to pay attention to the song as Brianna and Micah danced with her. When that song ended, she watched Copia leave the stage and the ghouls took over providing music for the rest of the night. Ellie excused herself from the two Siblings and went to find Copia. 

“That was amazing!” Ellie gushed when she met up with him near the refreshments. 

“Thank you, cara,” he beamed. “That was nothing. You should come to one of the shows while we’re on tour. That is quite the sight.”

“Maybe I will,” she said.

“We’re going to start touring again in May,” he said as he poured two glasses of punch. “I’ll arrange for you to come to a few shows.”

“I’d like that very much,” Ellie said as Copia handed her a glass. “Thanks.” She sipped the fruity drink and looked around at everyone dancing. “Not that I’m interested in joining, but when does the orgy start.”

“In a half hour,” Copia said. “Terzo will make an announcement and they’ll start bringing in mats to cover the floor with as well as some furniture pieces. That gives enough time for anyone who doesn’t want to participate to leave.”

“Are you participating?” Ellie asked, almost afraid to ask.

Copia shook his head. “No,” he said. “I have no interest. I’ve participated in past years, but I don’t want to this year. Besides, I have someone I want to spend time with.” 

Ellie felt her face flush once more. “Don’t skip out on my account. If you want to participate-”

“I really don’t,” Copia said, not letting her finish. “I want to spend that time with you.”

Copia led Ellie out of the Sanctuary just as Terzo got on stage to announce the orgy would start soon. They wandered outside to the gardens behind the abbey. There was a slight chill to the late autumn night, but nothing uncomfortable. 

“I had a really fun time tonight,” Ellie said as they walked side by side down the paved path. “I never got to go to dances growing up.”

“I’m glad you had fun, cara,” Copia replied. “Did it live up to your expectations?”

Ellie nodded and smiled. “It did. The only thing that didn’t happen that I’ve seen in movies and TV shows was a chaperon coming around telling us all to ‘Leave room for Jesus.’”

Copia laughed at that. “Nor will you find anyone here who will say that.” 

“I guess not,” she smirked. 

They came to a gazebo at the end of the path that was surrounded by bushes. Copia knew in the spring and summer the bushes would be abloom with colorful flowers, but it was fall so they stood bare. The gazebo was light with fairy lights around the edges giving it a soft warm glow that stood out in the dark, cloudy night. 

“There is one other thing I was expecting though,” Ellie said stepping into the gazebo and leaning against one of the banisters.

“What’s that?” He asked as he followed her inside.

“There was no slow dancing,” Ellie said. 

“Oh, I suppose there wasn’t,” Copia said. “To be fair, I left Dew and Rain in charge of the music with only the stipulation that all the Papas had time to perform.”

Ellie laughed softly and Copia wanted nothing more than to bottle that sound up and keep it forever; listening to it whenever he was down because he knew that sound would bring him joy whenever he heard it. She quieted and looked at him. Copia could practically see the gears in her mind turning. He suddenly felt nervous under her gaze.

“Dance with me?” She asked a second later, pushing herself off the rail and holding out a hand to him.

“There’s no music,” Copia said, immediately berating himself at the stupid comment.

“So? We can just pretend,” Ellie smiled. 

He chuckled. “I suppose we can,” he said taking her hand and drawing her close. Her scent, something he couldn’t make out, was intoxicating and filled is senses as he rested a hand on the small of her back. He began to sway in time with unheard music. She followed his lead and moved within him, stepping back and forth, side to side. 

“Now all my expectations have been met,” she joked with a smile as she looked up at him. Even in the warm, dim light, her eyes seemed to sparkle.

“I’m glad,” he said as he spun her out and then back into him. “Seeing you enjoy yourself makes me happy.” He held her impossibly close, their bodies pressed together as they swayed in place. Copia wasn’t sure what happened next. One minute they were just staring at each other and the next was letting go of her hand and sliding his under her chin, tilting it upward before kissing her.

And she was kissing back.

He kissed people before—many, many people, but it never felt like it had just then. To be cliche, it felt like fireworks were going off. Everything in him erupted and felt so right as his lips moved against hers. Her lips were so soft against his own and they fit perfectly slotted together. His hand moved from under her chin and into her hair, holding the back of her head to him. She let out the softest of sounds, making his brain go haywire. He knew if they continued he wasn't ever going to let her lips leave his.

All too soon they were pulling apart, both of them slightly panting as they stared at one another. “That was…” Ellie began, seemingly losing the words to finish.

Copia chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That was okay to do?” He asked, needing reassurance he didn’t cross a line.

“Yes,” Ellie said quickly. “More than okay.”

They stood like that for a while before a gust of wind blew through the gazebo and made Ellie shiver. “We should go back inside,” he suggested, wishing he had a jacket he could shrug off and put around her shoulders. He regrettably stepped back from her, already missing the feel of her body pressed against his.

“Copia?” She asked softly.

“Si, tesoro?”

“Where does this leave us?”

“What do you mean?”

Ellie shrugged. “Well…I like you…a lot actually. I know that sounds like I’m some 16-year-old confessing to a crush…but I have feelings for you.”

“I have feelings for you as well,” he confessed. Feelings weren’t the word he’d use though. He knew he loved her but he didn’t want to admit that just yet and scare her away. Slow and steady wins the race, he told himself. 

“So where does that leave us then?” She asked again. “Are we just exploring or what?”

Copia looked her face over. “What do you want this to be?” He asked. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re rushing into anything. You set the pace and I will follow.”

Ellie thought for a moment and nodded to herself before speaking. “I’d…I’d like to explore a relationship,” she said. “I know I don’t have a lot of experience given my history…but I’d like to call you my boyfriend or partner.” 

He felt his heart soar at that. “Then a relationship it is,” he said. “I have one condition though.”

“What?” Ellie asked, looking nervous.

“Let me take you out properly,” he said. “I want to take you on a proper date.”

Her eyes lit up at that. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Then it’s settled. How about two nights from now? I’ll pick you up from your apartment around 7?”

“Perfect.”

[starkraivennemad]

The Pain of The Scars That Won't Heal (Rock Star Chapter 18 Excerpt)

... Jim Moriarty may be a rich man, but Jimmy himself never forgot he was a boy from the streets. 

Thus when a large figure lunged at him in the dark, Jim did not think about it. It was his condo and he knew every square centimeter of it. 

It was nothing to reach around to the curio, grab the heavy bronze tribal mask sculpture and swing while detaching the dagger hidden behind the curio. The mask connected but it was a glancing blow, enough to make a satisfying sound.

Not nearly enough to stop the roaring behemoth that knocked him to the floor. The impact knocked the breath out of Jim enough to not be able to move in time when said behemoth yelled in a language Jim, a natural polyglot, did not speak. 

What stunned him next was recognition. 

The light remains of an expensive cologne with hints of leather and tobacco.

The canned lights from the window gave just enough light for Jim to see who had him as the behemoth grabbed the hand with the blade, squeezed tight and brutally, repeatedly slammed the wrist into the hardwood floor until he had no choice but to release it, flicking it away beneath the curio, so his attacker couldn’t it. 

“Sebastian?!!”

The behemoth trying to beat him was Sebastian Moran. Jim knew he could hold his own against a Sebastian Moran that was in his right mind. 

Oh, but you’re not, are you?

As he fought with the man who was trying hard to pummel him, Jim quickly realized the body was SebastIan’s, but behind the wild glassy eyes that looked at him was the mind of a Colonel Moran who was mentally very far away from London. 

Though Jim was within easy grasp of the weapons Sebastian himself wore, Jim knew if he reached for one, it would also remind the soldier he had them and Jim would certainly be a dead man.

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[sheriiam]

Prompt: When Fred's childhood friend (gn reader) secretly gives him a late night visit.

Fred × gn reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff, comfort (?)

"I am this close away from strangling you." + "You can sleep over, it’ll be like when we were kids."

Credits: @nightprompts for these lovely prompt ideas.

A window pane conversation

"G'night," said Fred, and left the sitting room― not before being taken in a bone crashing hug by Moran― with his book in hand. The voice of Bond bickering with Moran tuned out as he stepped up the stairs and made his way to his room.

With a sigh, he kept the book on his desk and sat on the bed with a huff. "Rose gardening: how to keep your blooms alive," to the book cover read. At first he hadn't really noticed but his Boule de Neige rose plant was slowly giving our wilting leaves and much smaller flowers. Fred had thought it was due to summer, but even if with enough watering and fertilizers there was no improvement.

He shifted and lied down on the bed, arm over forehead. He remembered the day when a tea party had been hosted in the Moriarty Manor. A noble lady had praised him for these very flowers. Fred had clearly blushed at the compliment, but not entirely because of it.

It had reminded him of someone.

Of how years back, when he had nothing of his own except for his scarf and a skill in gardening, there had a been a friend who complimented him just the same.

"Fred!" shouted a little kid running up a hill. Fred― then a little boy himself― turned towards the sound. His face radiated a soft smile as he extended his hand for the kid to grab and climb up.

"Hello to you too, Y/N," he said with a silly smile.

"Fred, it's been so long!" they said and gave him a short hug, "Now tell me what was the thing you wanted to show me?"

With a smile, Fred led them by the hand till they reached his house― a small brick structure with collapsing brick gaps and no windows. He opened the wooden gate carefully, not wanting to announce he was home. Keeping a finger on his lips, he gestured Y/N to follow him inside. There, Fred led them to a tiny corner and pointed his finger in that direction.

"Whatever is th- roses?" Y/N asked looking at the lush plant that grew in the corner. "Where did you get them?"

"From Lord Turner's garden," he said proudly.

"What? He'd have gotten you shot for entering into his property!"

Fred kept a hand on their mouth. "Y/N, do hush. I'm alive, aren't I? Don't worry, they've been here since a couple weeks, no one noticed."

"Not even anyone at home?"

"They don't mind till I don't get them in trouble," he said with a small, sad smile. They looked at him with wide eyes and quickly blurted: "Well, you have a passion for gardening, indeed."

"I didn't even grow these."

"But you kept them alive Fred," said Y/N holding him by the shoulder, "They're beautiful and I'm proud of you."

A little stunned, Fred just kept looking at them with parted lips.

"I'm proud of you."

The window rattled with sharp, thundering knocks.

A streak of tears ran down the side of his face. He missed Y/N a lot, regularly. They met often, sure, but it was very secretive and complicated owing to Fred's profession. It was difficult returning home with a box of chocolates and avoiding all sorts of questions. And it was much harder trying to explain to Y/N how he got these injuries. He just wished he could buy some more time, just the two of them and―

The window rattled with sharp, thundering knocks.

Fred quickly got out of bed, grip tightening on his dagger involuntarily. With short, quick steps he reached the window. It was getting dark outside, and all he could see in the glass was his own image. He waited there for a second, but when the knock came, he didn't hesitate much in sliding the window pane open.

He didn't know how long he stood there like that, dagger in hand, lips parted, eyes widened in surprised. "Y/N?" he whispered to the person in front of him. Outside his window. Feets above ground level. "Y/N, what are you doing here?!"

"Hello to you too," they said. "Are you going to leave me hanging here?" With a flicker of realization, Fred pulled them by the hand and let them in. Instantly, he was taken into his second hug of the day.

"Oh God, what if someone saw you?" He rushed back to the window and looked down. "And what if you fell Y/N?"

"Oh come on, you know I'm gifted with―"

"Excellent monkey skills, yes I know." He picked up a banana from the fruit basket on the desk and threw it at them.

"Don't be so sulky, Fred," they whined while holding their newly acquired banana.

"I'm- I'm being sulky? Yk this is my workplace my master is going to- ugh." He held his head in his hands.

"Fire you?" Y/N asked. Then, with a mischievous twinkle, added, "That means we'll have more time to spend together! Much like last time! You do remember when you worked for Lord Birkett and he―"

Fred shot his eyes wide open and pushed Y/N to the nearest wall holding their collar tight. "Y/F/N I swear I'm this close―" he gestured a pinchful with his fingers― "this close away from strangling you so if you don't stop―"

"I think stabbing suits you more," Y/N said a little breathlessly. They tipped their face towards the desk where Fred had left his dagger. He turned to look behind it and loosened his grip on his friend. "Well, that was embarrassing wasn't it?" they said with a hand on their chest as they walked towards the dagger. But instead of picking it up, they took the book Fred had left there.

Fred's ears were red by now. Surely, the events that had taken place at Birkett Hall were mortifying. "Do not mention Lord Birkett, God." But Y/N didn't hear him, for they were skimming through the gardening book. "You still love your roses," they said with a soft, fond smile.

Fred blushed anew. "Well, what's the use of love alone?" Y/N shot them a confused look. "My roses are dying, you see. And it seems that my love is useless so suddenly."

Y/N closed the book, but kept it holding for a moment before speaking. "Love isn't a small thing, Fred. It's a vast concept. Has its roots everywhere. When you water your plants, pluck out the wild weeds from the soil, upturn the soil, you show them love. Your love alone has kept them alive since so long, Fred. And I'm sure it'll keep them alive in future too." They smiled.

Fred returned a smaller smile. "I missed you, was missing you. Just now, before you came."

"Why do you think I came?" Y/N said teasingly. "I could see you wiping your tears. Baby Fred still cries. Just like when you cried when you spilled hot broth on Lord Birkett's pants and―"

"STOP!" He quickly looked towards the door to ensure nobody heard him. "I was just... Yawning. Yes, I was sleepy. I would have slept by now"

"Then you should sleep, Fred," Y/N said with a smile and turned towards the window.

"Wh- wait!" Fred held them by the arm. They looked behind at him, a little surprised. "Stay. For sometime."

Y/N's smile widened as they led their friend to the bed and tucked them in sheets despite protests. "No, we can talk even while lying," they said as they slipped under the covers next to Fred and kept their head on his arm.

"Oh- uh- I didn't... Well." His ears were turning visibly red.

"Why, Fred, you're suddenly shy of me?" They pinched his cheek. "Adorable, as ever."

They closed their eyes and began little topics on how they met a little dog on the way and a leaf fell right in front of their face making them sneeze. "I should leave, Fred. It's late," they said after a moment of silence.

When Fred didn't respond for a while they thought he had slept, so they gently started rising from the bed. But Fred quickly held them back and sleepily mumbled, "You can sleep over, it’ll be like when we were kids."

Y/N looked at them for a moment. Surely, it can't be right. But it felt so sentimental at the moment that they didn't have a word of refusal. So, quietly they slipped back into place and wrapped an arm around him. "I missed you too, Fred. I'm glad you're here."

And with that they slept in the faint light of the moon and the buzzing of the gas lamp in the room. And had it been not for tending the roses the next day, Fred would have wished for this moment to last a forever.

[grahamkennedy]

what do you think gerry was like as a kid? I don't imagine 60s ireland was kind to him

I think, the way Carla talks about it at least, and I imagine he spoke a lot to her about Ireland, that it was good and bad. I think he loved the countryside. He got along well enough with his 9 siblings, especially his sisters. His mother was strict and a little scary, his father was a little more loose and very humourous. And he got along better with his father, who had the habit of jumping up to tap street signs when they went down the main street and quoting radio plays out of context at dinner until he got dagger eyes from his wife (this is 100% projecting, this is exactly what my grandparents were like).

He knew there was something different about him from a young age and with Catholicism so all encompassing I definitely feel that would've really made him feel ill at ease, but even though he wasn't a manly man, he was precocious and theatrical enough that he got along well with the other boys and no one cottoned on to his queerness except him.

He definitely got in trouble a lot, but he didn't suffer some of the abuse other young boys received. There's a great Dylan Moran quote (know me for long enough and you'll understand I basically worship the ground that man walks on) about the fact he perhaps thought some of his classmates were getting abused, but he thought he was spared because he was just too loud and unruly and a lot of the covert violence, especially sexual violence, in Catholic Ireland was perpetrated against victims who were easier to keep quiet. I think that was definitely Gerry's experience as well.

I think he left rural Ireland for Dublin before he had the chance to finish high school, and one day he saw a flyer advertising work for cruise ship entertainers and never looked back. He does cruise work mostly, and spends his downtime in continental Europe, until he meets Carla and that is that.

[glass-windows]

14, 21, 22 for the gtkm asks!! - katie

14. how tall are you?

i was measured at 5’5” last time i went to the doctor but i’m convinced i’m shorter than that, there is no way actually

21. a song that evokes a good memory?

chelsea dagger by the fratellis! i grew up in a hockey family and this is the chicago blackhawks’ goal song, so it just reminds me of going to games, training camps, the season ticket holder road watch parities, conventions, etc. when the hawks had something to show for themselves :/

22. a song that evokes a bad memory?

i wanna fly by trevi moran which i realize is an absolutely insane answer now that i have said it LOL

really get to know me ask game

[detective4blog]

Jim: Uh, whatcha got there?

Sebastian, holding Dagger and Alex's hands: A smoothie.

[trashbinbackyard]

pre-relationship and general for your new poly guys then and love and domestic life for maz n moran

Ya got it

New trio on the seas

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

Idika beat up few of Felar’s men when they were in port near her hometown and demanded she be made a crewmate with a dagger on his throat, she got the job

Ninlana came into the picture later when she was travelling on merchant ship by her father’s command and Felar’s ship took her captive to maybe get ransom money out of her family

What was their first impression of each other?

Felar was impressed, excited and slightly terrified by Idika, loved her spirit and her determination to get what she wanted, and he had no issue letting her on board as she had already shown she can pull her weight.

Idika wasn’t as impressed with Felar at first, letting her win without a fuss like that, she thought the captain on the Leviathan had more spine. 

Ninlana was obviously terrified being on a ship full of criminals and strange men and only one other woman, though Idika made sure from day one no one will lay a finger on Nin, so she was grateful for her. Idika felt somewhat bad for Nin, and thought she was pretty helpless. Ninlana didn’t even see or meet Felar before the ship ported but she was kinda scared of him, but also curious on who this elusive captain is

Felar didn’t think too much about Ninlana, she was his captive sure but he never locked her up or anyhting, he’s not a monster. And like Idika he made sure none of his men touch a hair on her head

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Neither Felar or Idika have family to speak of, their friends mostly being the crew of the leviathan, and pretty much everyone on board knew they had some caboodling going on. Ninlana’s rich merchant family was fucking horrified their daughter would abandon her frivilous life to become a bookkeeper on a goddamn pirate ship

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Before Ninlana, Idika and Felar never admitted to any feelings, but then Ninlana would get a crush on Idika and they became somewhat a thing, but Idika explained her and Felar’s situation to Nin and she was like ok cool, I think he’s hot too. Felar never pushed them to come to him and he would’ve been ok with the girls being exclusive but Idika didn’t want that. So Felar was the one who caught feelings last

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Ninlana, she tried so hard, but months on sea with a cool and nice Idika watching her back, she maybe was lil naiive at first but was later hardened enough to make the decision herself to stay

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

They wouldn’t believe in soulmates, but after being cursed for messing with Devia and spending centuries all by themselves and still sticking together.. i guess that would count as soulmates

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Ninlana was the first one to wear her heart on a sleeve. Idika had to take a step back and think about it, but they were on a ship so she couldn’t get far. They later just confirmed that yeah, i like you, you’re dear to me

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

First date as a trio would be months and months in on them trying to figure out what tf are they. Some port city Ninilana would be familiar with and her showing her favorite places. Even if Felar and Idika had been there it would be all new because they never leave the seaside pubs and inns

What was their first kiss like?

Ninlana and Idika’s was a real shy and quick peck on the lips. Idika and Felar’s was probably an angry and heated makeout in the captain’s quarters. Ninlana and Felar were both anxious about it, Felar afraid he’ll scare her or hurt her and Ninlana more anxious about if Felar is doing it because he wants to or is it because Idika made him do it. 

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Felar’s had his firsts way before the girls. Idika’s kissed and banged before but hadn’t been in a relationship this serious. Ninlana had been in a brief relationship back home but she hasn’t gone further than kissing.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Ninlana is a head shorter than Idika, and head and a half shorter than Felar. Idika is the oldest of the three, Felar being couple years younger and Nin being further couple years

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Naturally Nin’s family hate Felar and Idika, and the crew is pretty much Idika and Felar’s family, they first were not that warm towards Nin but few threats from the captain and first mate and Nin being the only one who can do math later they grew to like and her and she’s very treasured now

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Felar when it’s business, Ninlana when it’s off hours. Idika agrees on them just doing their thing

Who gets jealous easier?

Idika, she’s the jealous type, also it was because of that trait she brought Felar in because she knew she’d be jealous and salty as all hell if it was Nin and Felar getting closer

The Tol and The Smol

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

Maz, they knew even if Moran felt the same way they wouldn’t be able to say it first, so they beat them to the punch

What are their primary love languages?

Touch and quality time. Moran has Four arms to hug and hold Maz. Maz has a very squishy tail Moran is free to plant their face in when stress relief is needed. And whenever Moran comes back from their travel it’s Quality Time Babey, even if it’s laying in bed and eating snacks

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Cuddles? Very often. PDA? Not so much, hand holding is necessary when out in public bc Maz Will Disappear and Moran Will Panic

What are their favorite things to do together?

Just hang out at their little home, organize the shop and lay down in bed, it’s very cozy and comfy and both will rather be inside together than out and about in busy streets

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Maz, at least with words. Moran I believe would give hugs that would melt any stress away

Who’s more protective?

Maz, they small, but they protecc, against strange masked people with guns at their door, they’re getting the >:V

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical, they’ve been together long enough to not need words all the time, plus, both are Very huggable

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Welp i’ve already put still in love with you from esc great year of, uuh, 2015, in a music post before. It’s super cheesy but i fucking love it

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

oh god im really bad at nicknames and i think i’ve already written this answer somewhere

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?

Maz, again, they just knew Moran wouldn’t be able to do it

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

Very small ceremony, the part is just cake and coffee, nothing fancy. They don’t have too many friends and family either so it’s just their immediate family and Mariya, maybe Shaina and her wives too

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Neither, just scoop them out, they’re happier outside

How do they celebrate holidays?

Just put up few ages old decorations that fit in their tiny home

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Moran, they real sleepy when back home. Maz can be persuaded to come back to bed but not for too long the shop needs to be opened

Who’s the better cook?

Honestly? Both are kinda so and so. Moran doesn’t make anything fancy and Maz is missing few taste sensors, but when they do cook it’s with all their love

[conduitstreetcat]

Chapter 28: A God Among Insects

Here in the dark, I have nothing to do but think. Unfortunately, none of my thoughts are the least bit encouraging at the moment.

I've been captured by Jim Moriarty, the most dangerous criminal in England

I shake my head grimly.

Correction - in the world.

He sees me as responsible for his current situation

I sigh.

He's not wrong... I knew exactly what Evanson was doing.

If I'm lucky, he'll just kill me and be done with it

"There is no such thing as luck," I mumble in the silence.

I hear a shuffling outside the room, then am momentarily blinded as the room is flooded by harsh fluorescent light again. Several sets of footsteps enter the room - at least 4, by the sound.

I'm outnumbered

As my tightly-closed eyes adjust, I drop my hands and blink rapidly, bringing into focus a group of men.

Moriarty is here.

With his pet.

And... Sherlock!

Keeping my expression as neutral as possible, I scan Sherlock, standing between two burly men, his hands cuffed, his face bruised. What a pair we must make. He snarls, blaming me for his predicament, before they drag him back out of the room and close the door, leaving me alone with the spider and his tiger.

He's right, you know.

Shut up, Mycroft

Moriarty's dark eyes sparkle with glee when he speaks with saccharine sweetness.

"What do you want, James? And why does my brother need to be involved?" I glare at him.

"Or was he just a distraction for him?" I nod toward his pet.

Read it on AO3!

[redskull199987]

Kidnapping of a Nobblewoman

William James Moriarty x female!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warning:kidnapping, kind of SA, but not really idk? There is touchung without consent, blood, death, fluff at the end

Summary:You are supposed to accompany William to the University in Durham when something happens that the Criminal Mastermind didn't expect...

Masterlist

"Y/N, please hurry up," William said, looking at me encouragingly.

"I'm coming," I replied softly.

We were standing at the station waiting for the train to Durham.

William had a lecture there and I was to accompany him.

"The train should be here any minute," Will added, letting his gaze wander over the train tracks.

"I think I left my book on the bench," I mumbled, looking at him, "I'll be right back."

William nodded, "Be careful!"

I rushed back to the bench we were sitting on and yes, my book was still there.

I quickly took it and wanted to run back to Will.

But as I walked past a small alley, I could hear faint calls.

"Help!?" It was difficult to understand but clearly audible.

I hesitated, Will was standing merely ten meters away. I could get to him, but something in me stopped me.

I gripped my book tightly and headed down the alley.

"Hello?" I asked hesitantly. It was pretty dark here even though it was the middle of the day.

suddenly a tall man stepped out of the darkness.

I took a step back, startled.

He looked quite poor, wore normal peasant clothes and looked at me intently.

"Sorry," he said.

"Are you Lady Y/L/N, Earl Moriarty's fiancée?" he asked politely.

"That's me," I said confused, "Who are you?"

"Grab her," he whispered, and suddenly two big guys with daggers appeared behind him.

One grabbed my arm, but I dodged, having learned how to fight.

but I wasn't fast enough, he caught my wrist and pulled me to the alley.

"William!?" I yelled and watched him turn to me in shock before the kidnapper put his hand over my mouth and held a dagger to my throat.

"Shut up!" he muttered while his accomplice tied my hands.

"Y/N!?" I heard Will shout, but he was bumped into by someone who passed him and fell to the ground.

the kidnappers continued to drag me down the alley to a carriage and just as William got to his feet we drove off and he lost sight of us.

"Release me!" I yelled, trying to kick, but one of the kidnappers grabbed my neck and painfully dug his fingertips into my skin.

"You shut up, got it?" He raised a knife.

I weighed my chances. unfortunately there wasn't much escape, so I nodded and he lowered the knife.

His buddy took a piece of cloth and tied it over my eyes.

"Now shut up, little mouse"

"That wasn't one of our plans, Louis," William said to his brother, looking at him intently, "Y/N was kidnapped!"

His brother just looked down in silence, after all he knew William's fiancée and loved her like a sister.

"We'll find her," Moran interfered, who now entered the room with Fred and Bond.

"I'll start looking right away," Fred added and was gone again.

fear for his beloved was written all over William's face and everyone present knew that it would be difficult for him to keep a cool head and make a plan now.

"William," Louis said calmly, "We'll find her, but when we do, we'll need a plan."

he looked at him meaningfully.

"Yes,"William whispered and jumped up, "I already have an idea. Where's Albert?"

"Wake up," I felt cold water being splashed on my face.

Someone roughly pulled me to my feet and tore off the blindfold.

"you're going to the boss," he murmured, tugging at my arm until I gave in and followed him.

They took me to a large room with floor to ceiling windows, it was already night and the moonlight shone on the dirty floor.

"Lady Y/L/N!" a voice called out of the darkness, "Soon to be Lady Moriarty, won't you?"

You could hear the glee as he stepped out of the darkness.

"May I introduce myself?" he said politely and walked to a small side table next to the sofa and armchair.

"I'm Count Albus," he took a sip of tea, "and I'm facing bankruptcy."

I had to laugh.

"What's so funny? Does my suffering amuse you?" he scoffed, all niceties faded.

"No," I said quietly, "I'm amused that you squandered too much money on hunting children and thus led to your own downfall."

He looked at me angrily. I watched as he put the cup back and walked toward me. He raised his hand and raised his hand to punch.

the left side of my face felt numb after he finished.

I let my head hang low in pain, but he tugged at my hair and grabbed my head forcefully.

I looked into his eyes.

"Now listen to me! You and your fiancée together have enough money to fund all of London"

"So you want to blackmail him?" I suggested.

He slapped me one more time, before grabbing my hair again.

I felt a bruise forming on my lower lip and blood running down my chin.

"Unfortunately, yes," he whispered, eyeing me, "Right now, a ransom note is being sent to Lord Moriarty."

"Well, you'll have to wait a long time for an answer," I replied.

"He'll answer, I'm sure of that," he let go of me, "He loves you, truly. something very honorable and yet..."

The Count looked at me intently.

"Let's get down to the pastime," he murmured, hurrying toward me.

He roughly grabbed my neck and then pressed his lips to mine.

I tried to fight back, but his grip was unbreakable and he pinned me down.

finally Albus broke away. He licked his lips greedily. Blood on his own face now. My blood

"This is going to be fun," he murmured, kneeling in front of me. Since I was tied to a chair, there wasn't much of an escape from him.

This time he placed his hand on the back of my neck, his fingertips playing with my hair, which was now cascading in long waves over my shoulders.

Suddenly he roughly grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head to the side so he could have more access to my neck.

without warning, he quickly kissed up my neck to the nape of my neck. I writhed in disgust, but couldn't do anything.

"Well," whispered Albus, "Calm down, lady."

The kisses grew longer and more painful, he literally bit down and I felt his other hand wander to my waist.

Suddenly a shot rang out and a window to our right shattered.

Albus backed away, startled. I breathed a sigh of relief. Will and the others had to be there.

"That's it then," I muttered as more shots rang out and Albus' men screamed.

two rushed in but they promptly went down, Two bullets to the back of the head.

"What's going on here?" Albus asked, puzzled.

"Scotland Yard!" someone shouted from outside.

"Damn," Albus had gone completely insane now, he grabbed a dagger with an ornate hilt and ran towards me.

He untied my bonds, but before I could escape, he grabbed my arm and pulled me along.

"William!?" I yelled as he pulled me with him, the dagger pointed at my throat.

Immediately afterwards the door burst open.

william was standing in front of us, holding a crowbar in his hand.

A grin crept onto my face, he had found me.

"Count Albus," Will said politely.

"I am asking you to drop the dagger, please"

but Albus only pressed the blade harder against my throat, causing a drop of blood to roll down my neck.

"Back off!! " he shouted.

"Sorry," William whispered, lifting the crowbar, "You chose the hard way!"

he came up to us: "And now take your hands off my fiancée "

Leaping forward, he deftly slashed at Albus, causing him to drop the dagger.

I quickly jumped to the side as William swung again and hit Albus on the forehead. Immediately he fell to the ground.

from then on all hell broke loose.

Moran and Albert burst in, along with three of Albus' people. But they were shot immediately, since two members of MI6 also came along.

When the shooting started, William immediately pulled me towards him and protected me with his body.

"William!?" I yelled and we backed away.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Will asked worried.

"Yes," I whispered as he pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me.

I looked around. Dead bodies lay everywhere, five of Albus' people, all with a bullets between the eyes. and Albus himself, lying in front of the sofa, head smashed and blood dripping from his forehead.

"Y/N?!"

I took my eyes off the bodies and looked at William.

"Oh god, Will," I mumbled, burying my face in his shoulder.

Lady Moriarty kidnapped: Count Albus scandal solved

I read today's newspaper with an amused look and realized that this unexpected incident could still help us in our project.

"What makes you so happy, love?" William came up behind me and leaned his elbows on the back of the chair.

"It turned out to be a good thing, Will," I murmured, smiling at him.

He smiled back cautiously.

He slowly raised his hand and gently pushed my hair aside. There were still a few bruises there.

I caught William's worried look.

I quickly grabbed his hand: "I'm fine"

I looked up at him.

"Will?" I asked confused as he got up and walked around the chair. He slowly knelt down in front of it.

"Y/N", he literally put his hands on mine, of course he didn't miss the fact that my wrists were still bruised.

"I love you," he continued, "And nothing in the world is ever going to change that. I'm sorry that I was careless and let this happen. I should have come with you"

He sighed and looked down.

"William," I put my hand on his cheek and gently lifted his head so he was looking at me, "None of this is your fault, got it? If anyone has been careless, it's me. You saved me and I am eternally grateful to you for that. I love you too Will and it will always be"

A grin crept onto his face now.

He cautiously approached me, but I immediately pulled him towards me by his tie and pressed my lips to his.

he happily pulled me onto his lap.

"Will!?" I yelled as we both fell to the ground. Suddenly I was on top of him. But he wrapped his hands around my waist and rolled us over so he was now laying on top of me.

"Will?" I laughed as he began planting feathery kisses down my neck, careful not to hurt me.

"I love you Y/N," he murmured into the back of my neck.

"I love you too, Will," I replied, running my fingers through his long blonde hair, "And only you."

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Storybooks

(Parts of this might show up in the monstrosity of a WIP that is currently tormenting me, so some of y'all might see this again later. Maybe.)

Imagine Sherlock and Liam just lazily mapping out scars on each other’s bodies.

Sherlock has a story for each mark Liam touches; adventures and mishaps galore. Here on his shin is where he fell on a sharp rock as a child, trying to chase Mycroft's longer stride across a stream. Here is where during a casual and rather lawless boxing match he glanced his hairline off the edge of a crate. Across his back is a slice from a murderer's attempt to get the best of him with a letter opener of all bloody things. This one on his hand involved a very wealthy Christmas goose that was not nearly as dead as it ought to have been. There are a few though, that make him go quiet -- those that represent failure, someone he couldn’t save or a puzzle he couldn't solve. 

Liam is the opposite. Most of his scars are reminders of stories he has no desire to tell. Those that were born of his own sins he does not speak of, and Sherlock runs fingers over them but does not ask. Those that represent sins against him, crisscrossing up his forearms, he explains in quiet murmurs, and receives a latticework of kisses layered over them.

He does have some lighter stories though: this on his ribs was Louis, nicking him with a dagger while they trained with Jack as children, and then proceeding to spend a week apologizing on every breath and swearing to never touch a knife again. William put an end to that by buying him a murderously honed little blade with a handle of intricately carved ivory and insisting he return to practice.

Here on his wrist is a gash from a frightened and angry kitten he rescued from a tree (he pointedly ignores the look Sherlock gives him at that, but his gaze is drawn to the mark of his own sword on his lover's arm as he tells the tale).

On his own shoulder is a graze from a time he signaled Moran to shoot, knowing he was in the line of fire but determined to end the life of the monster he was grappling with. And Moran, ever-faithful, obeyed, but later pulled William into a bruisingly tight bear hug and insisted on bandaging him up himself.

They end up back at the scars that mark the end of their performative enmity: that clean slice across Sherlock's shoulder, and the jagged web of wounds around Liam's eye.

They don't know yet the scars they will gain over the years in defense of each other, in defense of the innocent, and from the far simpler wounds of life well-lived. Those too will be stories, told with some embellishment to eager young students and to a growing collection of surrogate nieces and nephews who are overflowing with curiosity and imagination. And if the children are convinced that Uncle Liam must surely be a pirate, and Uncle Sherlock is both the greatest detective in history and a genuine wild west cowboy ...well, why should anyone tell them otherwise?

[keiyoomi]

Hello

How are you doing ??

If its possible can you make the 13 + william james moriarty? Ty

“What do you mean you’re sick?! You’re my partner in crime!”

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“What do you mean you’re sick?! You’re my partner in crime!”

Maybe you were expecting him to always be in a perfect condition. But in reality, despite his intelligent mind that seems to see what the future holds, he’s still human who could be vulnerable to any diseases.

“What happened to the immortal William James Moriarty?” you asked while moving in an exagerrated way.

Louis, Moran, and even Fred ignored your actions. Actually, Fred walked away when you began reciting some ridiculous lines in front of William’s door. Bond, well. he* was touched by how you care for William, until she remembered some of those lines you’ve recited.

“Y/N, you can just enter his room,” Old Man Jack, William’s teacher and as well as yours, said while smiling at you. “I’m glad to see you in person instead of just reading your name on the newspaper.”

You grinned. “Teacher, do you want me to pester you again like I used to do?”

“You rascal,” he said with affection. He ruffled your hair and smiled gently at you. “Go on now. Take this to that stubborn child.”

“I will, teacher.” You took the tray from his hand before knocking on the door. Ah, no. Barging inside Little Wil’s dark and gloomy room. “Oh, Willy!”

Much to your dismay, he was already sitting on his bed with a frown on his face. His scarley eyes were displeased and if it wasn’t for his throbbing head, he would’ve probably attacked you with his sharp dagger by the time you open the door.

“Oh come on.” You made your way towards him and settled the tray on his lap. “I thought you’d welcome me with your lanky arms wide open.”

“Yes, I will definitely do that. Before wringing your neck after not showing yourself for years.”

You cluck your tongue upon hearing him whine. “I apologize for making a name for myself.”

“And you’ve successfully done that. But you’ve also gained enemies that is beyond your capabilities!” Then, he cough. You rubbed his back to calm him down, but it seemed to fan his rage. “What would you do if they hire someone to catch and torture you? Or worse, kill you?”

You looked down on your lap as guilt seeped through your being. To be honest, you didn’t pay much attention to the consequences of your actions. Robbing those wealthy, yet heartless nobles helped thousands of people all over the country. There were orphanages, public hospitals, and even smart individuals that you’ve managed to support for years. In a way, you’ve managed to save their lives. In your own twisted, yet good way.

But as you glanced at your childhood friend’s direction, you suddenly feel guilty for your selfless actions.

“I haven’t...” You rubbed the back of your neck. “...thought of that. Not yet, at least.”

“See?!” He grabbed your hand, as tight as he could. “Stay here until I’m feeling better.”

“That’s what I’m planning to do.”

“And stay here until I tell you to leave.”

“Huh?” You looked at him with disbelief. “What are you talking about? No.”

He rubbed his forehead, as if to relieve his headache. “Let’s further discuss this issue once I’m better.”

“This Phantom’s doctor’s fee would cost you your fortune!”

“Will you take this more seriously or would you prefer if Phantom disappears permanently?”

You kept your mouth shut.

Will glanced at you as you frown. For the first time, in a long while, he finally won against your stubborness. And this wouldn’t be the last time.

He’ll win this war of stubborness against you.

Whether by hook or by crook!

[joanquill]

None of the Above

Love triangles are nice and all in theory, but not when you're the one backed up in the corner.

Albert James Moriarty & Sebastian Moran

Tag/s: Slight Angst? Not really, though

You let out a sigh as you leaned on the wall, watching Sebastian hit another bullseye.

The crowd cheered while his opponent scowled, glaring daggers at the colonel.

“Wow! You’re amazing, Mr. Moran,” a woman cooed, grabbing his arm as she pushed her chest to him.

“Yes, how did you get so good at darts?” another asked, doing the same to his other arm.

You rolled your eyes as you checked your pocket watch, seeing it’s been a late night.

You quickly slipped through the crowd, pulling Sebastian by the ear.

“Hey!” the woman complained, glaring at you while you kept pulling Sebastian away.

“Look,” you whispered as you let him go, “If you’re gonna sleep with someone tonight, be my guest. But I’ll be going home now before Louis scolds me,”

“Oh, relax, (Y/N),” he put an arm around your waist, “This won’t take long,”

“It won’t take long!” you repeated, hiding under Sebastian’s coat as you two ran in the rain.

“Did you have to challenge that guy’s friends too!?”

“They’re the ones who started it!” Sebastian retorted, making you roll your eyes.

“If I get sick, I’m blaming you!”

“Oh, please,” Sebastian abruptly stopped, scooping your legs up and catching you by surprise.

“Hey!” you shouted, punching his chest as you hid your face.

“We’ll get home faster this way,” he smirked, carrying you through the whole way.

“Achoo!” you sneezed, wrapping the towel around you while Louis offered you tea.

“And what was the reason for your late return, this time?” Louis asked, eyeing Sebastian as he drank his tea.

“… I was playing darts and got carried away,” you answered, making the two men look back at you, “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting it to rain,” you nervously chuckled.

Louis raised a brow at Sebastian, who shrugged his shoulder, making him sigh.

“Well… I guess it’s fine, but please be more aware of your surroundings, (Y/N),”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled as Louis walked off, preparing dinner in the kitchen.

When you made sure Louis was out of earshot, you rushed over to Sebastian and smacked his arm.

“I told you!” you shouted in a whisper as Sebastian rubbed his arm.

“Yeah, yeah… Thanks for covering for me,” he smiled, pulling you by the waist, making you put your hands on his shoulder.

You felt your cheeks heat up with how close his face was, but you quickly covered it with his towel and pulled away.

“Next time, I’m just gonna let Louis maim you,” you sighed, drying yourself with your towel.

Sebastian chuckled as he rubbed your towel on your head, “Yes, yes, I’m sorry…” he said half-heartedly, drying your hair.

“I won’t let it happen again,” he added, but you knew it was an empty promise.

“Agh…! Stop it!” you complained, making you glare at Sebastian as your hair stuck up in every which way, making Sebastian laugh.

“Am I interrupting something?” a voice cut you two off, seeing Albert by the door.

“Albert! I thought you were coming home tomorrow?” you asked, walking up to the man while Sebastian scoffed at the oldest Moriarty.

“The mission ended early, and I couldn’t wait to get home,” he smiled, giving you a small gift box.

“Here, I thought you would like them,” you opened the box and saw an assortment of snacks, each one fitting for your taste.

“Wow, these look delicious!” you beamed, thinking of which snack to try first.

“I heard that this one was the local’s delicacy,” Albert offered, taking one and feeding it to you.

“Hm…!” you hummed, “It’s pretty good,” you complimented, taking another one.

“You have something…” Albert pointed at his cheek, making you pat yours.

“Over here,” he smiled, wiping your cheek as he licked the crumbs off his thumb.

“O-Oh… Thank you…” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up as you looked down at the box, taking another snack.

“Let me try,” Sebastian mumbled, leaning down to you and taking a bit from the one in your mouth.

“Seb!” you shouted in surprise as Albert pulled Sebastian back, making the two men glare at each other.

“Guys…” you warned, getting in between them as you furrowed your brows.

“Dinner’s ready,” Louis called out, making you sigh in relief.

“I’ll just put these in my room,” you excused yourself as you walked upstairs, not really wanting to deal with those two.

“Wha-” you abruptly stopped, seeing the mountain of gifts in the middle of your room with a single bouquet on top of it.

You could tell some were a brand name while others looked expensive from the wrapping alone.

As you collected your thoughts, it clicked on your head on who was behind this.

“Albert!”

“Yes?” he asked, calmly walking up to you.

“Are these all from you?” you asked, pointing at the gifts.

“Yes, I thought I could give you some souvenirs,” he answered, taking the bouquet as you let out a sigh.

“I appreciate the thought, but don’t you think this is a little too excessive?” you asked, making Albert breathe out a smile as he walked up to you.

“Not really, I just wanted to show you how much I think about you,” he smiled, holding your hand as he gave it a quick peck.

“And you have been on my mind the whole time I was away,” he ended, making you step back and look down.

“W-We should get ready for dinner!” you excused, turning away from him as you went downstairs, trying to cool your face.

During dinner, you could feel Albert and Sebastian glare at each other while you sat in between them.

You internally groaned as you drank some wine, hoping dinner would finish early and without a fight.

“How was your trip, Albert-nii-san?”

“It was fun and interesting. The mission went on without a hitch,” Albert answered casually, his hand drifting over to yours.

“Well, ain’t that something,” Sebastian retorted, pulling your seat closer to his.

You groaned in annoyance as you stood up, catching everyone by surprise.

“I’m not hungry anymore…” you mumbled, leaving the dinner table as you headed to your room.

Sebastian and Albert looked at each other in confusion, following you behind.

“(Y/N),” they both called out, making you stop by your bedroom door.

“Listen,” you started, making them stop, “You two are one of the most important people in my life, and I don’t like seeing you two fighting,” you kept your head down as you looked at the ground.

Albert frowned as Sebastian scratched the back of his head.

“…I don’t want to hurt any of you, and if it means getting into a relationship with one of you means hurting the other, then I’d rather not choose any of you… I’m sorry,” you apologized with a bow, going inside your room.

[curryandbread]

Hello! I'm new to your blogs! May I request a SFW moriarty the patriot Moran headcannons with an s/o who has thicc not-british-accent so instead of "Mr. Moran", she says "Mr. Moron" accidentally but still tries her best to neutralize her accent for the sake of the team and him during missions?

Moran with an s/o who has a thick accent

this should be fun 😂

thank you for requesting!!!

Sebastian Moran

He tries his best to understand you, no matter what the cost. He’s your partner, he wants to know more of you.

And when you do call him by his name, Bond in the background will surely try his best not to wheeze out a laugh.

You can probably see veins appear on Moran’s forehead every time and stare daggers at Bond.

Even during serious situations and you accidentally utter out your true accent, Bond will seriously explode right then and there, close to roasting Moran.

“Hey, Mr. Moron.”

“Y/N’s an exception, but no way in hell am I allowing you to call me that.”

You’d practice day and night, trying to neutralize your accent. Every time Moran sees the light in your room on, it kind of bothers him.

He’ll be sure to leave in some tea and a few snacks as you work. He supports the idea of having to fix your accent, but he prefers just you.

Moran can admit, he does not like you calling him by his name as it turns out to be... something else.

But!! He understands that, he’s a man of understanding, well, when it comes to you.

And of course, there will be times that it makes you insecure. So there will be times you’d try to talk minimally and only speak during crucial situations.

However, Moran does not want you to change. He wants you to be yourself, and that’s what he finds beautiful.

When you do try to tone down the accent, the team will wholeheartedly appreciate your thoughtfulness. Nobody minds it, as long as you’re handling the responsibility right.

Just make sure to teach the team some important terms you’d say in order for them to get along with your accent.

[hugh-lauries-bald-spot]

i may regret this but... mormor 10? 😬

10. Things you said that made me feel like shit

“You can’t love me.” Jim said coldly, not bothering to look up and meet the other man’s eyes.

“I do.” Seb reaffirmed, tears slowly building up and clouding his vision.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m telling you,” Jim was angry, he met his sniper’s blue, watering eyes with burning brown ones “you may not love me. Not allowed.” he hissed. A blade pressed against Moran’s neck. Before he could blink, the man had risen from his seat and was now breathing distance away.

“But I do.” he reaffirmed, voice barely more than a quivering whisper. Silence stretched and dripped into every corner of the room and the entire atmosphere was still as the dead without a breeze daring to blow. Seb let out a wry chuckle and looked to the knife against his throat that stung more until a single drop of blood bled along its sharp edge. “I always love it when you do that.” he smiled ever so slightly, looking at the shorter man barely ten inches away from him.

“You can’t love me.” Jim growled.

“Why are you doing this?” Seb breathed, air coming out in an exasperated puff and a single tear falling from his eye. “Why'd you have to make me feel like shit?” he asked softly and desperately. Moriarty winced just so slightly, imperceptible to anyone but the keen-eyed sniper.

“Shut up.” the blade dug deeper, incrementally so and Jim’s eyes cut into Seb’s.

“I love you.”

“I use you.”

“I love you for it.” he stated firmly and earnestly and with a slight chuckle, tears falling more freely than before.

“You can’t love me.” the blade dug deeper still, another ounce of pressure and Sebastian knew that would be the end of it. And so he smiled, lips drawn together and eyes softening.

“Kill me, and I’ll love you forever.” “You aren’t more than a good lay to me.” Jim asserted.

“Good? You said I was ‘dynamite’ last time, boss.” Seb breathed a laugh.

“Do you have a death wish?!” his boss asked incredulously. The taller man stared deeply into his eyes, letting his own be searched for an answer. He recognized something in Jim’s.

“Say it back.”

“You must be suicidal.” Moriarty growled.

“I love you.” Seb confessed again, voice soft and Adam’s apple struggling slightly against the knife. Suddenly, the pressure was lifted and a sharp pain ripped through his leg and his pants were dripping with warm blood. He didn’t wince as he suddenly fell to the hardwood floor at his feet. Jim was staring daggers down at him, ire and tears running from his brown eyes.

“Say it again.” he challenged.

“I love you.” and before he could breathe the last of his air was knocked out of his lungs by a surprisingly powerful kick to his stomach. The crack of his ribs reverberated through his whole body.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.” he was admiring the raw, violent beauty towering above his mangled body. His gut paid the punishment of his heart’s admissions as another kick landed.

“Why do you have to do this?!” Jim yelled, small frame shaking with anger, he kicked again. Seb coughed and he savored the familiar, metallic taste of blood on his lips.

“I love you.” he wheezed.

“You can't love me.”

“I love you.”

“Shut up.”

“Say it back.” another kick landed. “Jim.” and another. “Jim.” and another. His vision went black as he closed his eyes. The blood continued pooling around him. He could faintly hear Jim saying his name. He felt the man crouch beside him. He felt his cool hands holding his face, trembling.

“I love you.” the man screamed.

He heard that as an echo.

“Live and I’ll love you forever.” his boss pleaded quietly.

He heard the water in his voice and felt like he was drowning. He lost consciousness and heard nothing more.

[mormorproposal]

one day Sebastian returns home and immediately knows something is off (we could call it instinct but really it's the fact that the fire alarm is howling and music is coming from the kitchen).

In his kitchen he's greeted by Jim, cursing, and shooting daggers at the oven with his eyes. Over everything Elton John sings I am still standing on loop. It takes a couple of seconds before Jim spits out: "Will you just stand there or turn this fucking thing off, Moran?" Gesturing at the ceiling.

And that's how Jim comes back into Sebastian's life.