#sebastian moran au

[bestdamnshot]

finally working on part two of the Blood’s thicker” fanfic I wrote years ago introducing Sebastian’s Victorian Son Dorian Moran. But god damn it. Wanting to make him a regular little kid with tantrums and meltdowns to irritate Seb is so difficult bc I know realistically that kid would straight up he murdered the second his whining and crying gets an octave higher than Seb can take (& trust me, it’s not much higher than regular speech) & making seb even the tiniest bit caring & essentially a normal dad is so hard. 😭

the kid is two, & this man wants to drop kick him for just breathing. I can’t, I can’t. Idk if I’ll ever finish it. & now I realized why it took me years to pick up that story line again 🥲😭

but argh, I love little Dorian & want to develop him as a character 😭😭

[teenbasher]

message me if you’d like to plot something with teen seb. His muse has been driving me crazy for the last couple of days. My fingers itching to write him 😂😂

[karereiko]

First part of story: https://www.tumblr.com/karereiko/739968663156867072/the-fairy-tale-of-the-merman-and-the-seaweed?source=share

The fairy tale of the Merman and the Seaweed (part2, pages 5-8)

2nd part of the sherliam au. I hope 3rd part will show up faster but I don't want to rush it. As much as everything takes me a while I'm happy when it's done and it's so complex. And Cherish Liam's smile because...

[bens-moms-are-lesbinems]

just a sketch that ended up becoming this crosshatch style cause i liked the sketch so much and just built on it.

i love sketching scenes with multiple layers of context imbedded into them (the color wheel, the cause of seb’s anger, jim’s nose and clothes)

anyways this is for my longtime rp partner once again <3

[greenelight]

for   the   first   time   in   his   immortal   life   ,   the   former   pianist   feels   blessed   knowing   he   no longer needed   to   sleep.   this   ability   allows   him   all   the   time he wanted   to   admire   his   new   lover   as   he   comfortable   sleeps   in   his   arms   ,   long   fingers   gently   caressing   through   his   curls   as   he   allows   sebastian   the   rest   he   so   deserves.   what   a   plot   twist   this   man   has   become   for   him.   an   eternity   of   loneliness   ,   a   life   cursed   with   sorrow   now   brightened   fully   by   this   professor's   existence   ,   pushing   his   way   into   the   vampire's   life   despite   the   resistance   mason   initially   put   up   upon   their   first   meeting.   he   normally   believes   himself   to   be   stronger   when   it   comes   to   avoiding   others   advances   ,   but   sebastian   was   different   from   those   who   usually   pursue   him.   they   had   an   immediate   connection   &   understanding   of   one   another   that   was   rarely   ever   found   ,   enticing   the vampire   to   pursue   this   friendship   with   him   ,   but   of   course   ,   romance   eventually   found   its   way.   there   was   true   fear   in   mason's   non   -   beating   heart   when   he   revealed   to   the   professor   what   he   really   is   ,   but   somehow   sebastian   managed   to   accept   him   all   the   same   ,   knowing   that   despite   his   monstrous   form   ,   he   was   the   one   he   was   meant   to   be   with.   a   lifetime   of   loneliness   has   soften   him slightly   ,   he   fears   ,   but   he   can't   resist   the   human   any   longer   ,   not   when   he's   managed   to   make   him   fall   for   him   ,   a   task   he   never   thought   to   be   possible.

mason   continues   his   gentle   caresses   until   finally   the   professor   stirs   hours   later   ,   blue   eyes   meeting   his   own   hazel   as   he   smiles   ,   leaning   in   to   gift   his   lover   a   good   morning   kiss.   ❝   mmm.   you   slept   beautifully   ,   ❞   he   mumbles   against   his   lips   ,   deepening   their   reunion   a   bit   with   a   heady   sigh   ,   having   wanted   to   continue   their   physical   exploration   since   their   first   kiss   the   night   before.   never   did   he   think   he'd   find   something   that   tasted   better   than   blood   ,   the   professor's   lips   the   closest   to   something   sweet   he's   ever   had in over a century.   the   vampire   has   no   need   to   breathe   ,   but   he   parts   to   give   sebastian   a   moment to compose himself   ,   tucking   his face   into   the   crook   of   his   neck   &   plying   gentle   kisses   along   the   sensitive skin.   he   won't   dare   to   bite   or   mark   him   here   ━━   to   do   so   would   be   an   invasive   &   terrible   move ,   &   mason   refuses to   do   that   to   him   ,   not   unless   he   expresses   the   desire   to.   ❝   to   sleep   ,   perchance   to   dream   .   .   .   what   did   you   dream   of   ,   my   darling   ?   ❞   mason   purrs   ,   kisses   now   moving   to   his   jaw.   ❝   i   quite   enjoyed   holding   you   all   night.   it   felt   so   peaceful   &   safe   watching   you   rest.   i   honestly   think   i   could   do   that   for   longer   if   you'd   let   me.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ·     entering   the   stage   ﹕   @wineassassin   as   sebastian   moran.

[starkraivennemad]

And "Rock Star" is now complete!

With the insanity that was Music Madness Festival not yet over for Jim and Sebastian still find a way to make news.

[by--a--whisker]

"Tripwire"

Chapter 16 of Tigris Domesticus II, by @rammyrue and @by--a--whisker.

Suddenly Sebastian had a strange thought. There was an odd kind of symmetry in what they’d brought into each other’s lives - apart from excitement, mind-blowing sex, exasperation and intermittent chaos. Something countering that chaos, something rather beneficial he couldn’t quite find the fitting word for…? Stability? Shacked up with the most changeable man on earth? But yes, something akin to it.

Jim had gradually developed a pattern worth the name regarding food and sleep. Staff turnover had gone down considerably. And Sebastian had found a purpose, and finally a place where he belonged. More than that, Jim putting him in his place had soothed Sebastian’s rage against the world during all the years when it hadn’t given him someone who could. Now there was ... structure. Boundaries. Limits he could still push, but not without consequences. He might not know what they were, they might be of the sort that made his heart skip or his stomach drop, but they came, as sure as the sun rose. Without boundaries there was no fixed point that told you where you were, or where you should be and why. Jim had answered that question.

Of course Sebastian asked for a refresher every now and then. And Jim was happy to oblige.

[thesleepy1]

The Sniffling Tiger

A/N: I have loads of things that I should be doing. Am I doing those things though? No. No I am not. Instead of getting work done, I am writing a fanfic. :D This one is another incorrect quote by the lovely @devil_in_westwood on instagram.  

Pairings: Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty

Summary: Sebastian is taken by the Virgin and his Soldier. All that he can hope for is a swift death before Jim finds out that he’s gone.  

Or, 

“Sherlock: Where’s your owner. 

Sebastian: I aint’ tell you SHI—wait what you call him?

Sherlock: *to john* After all the blows to the head he must be losing his hearing… Your OWNER, Colonel where is he? 

Sebastian: Oh fuck you virgin, I heard what you said. But he’s my Boss not my owner. 

John: Tell that to the GPS microchip in your neck.” 

Word count: 924

Warnings: Violence, possessive!Jim, dark!Jim, brief mentions of torture, brief mentions of water boarding, language,

Sebastian was going to catch a cold. He just knew it. He should’ve put on the jumper that Jim had been nagging him about. But he had wanted to be a brat and now he was paying for it. 

The sniper didn’t actually think that Sherlock was going to waterboard him. He thought that it was an empty threat. The pale, lanky man looked like a swift breeze would blow him over, let alone be capable of torturing anyone. If anyone was going to draw blood, Sebastian had thought that it would be Johnny boy. 

Boy was he wrong. 

The dirty water was soaked into his clothes, clinging to his skin. His hair was damp. His gooseflesh had gooseflesh. A draft from an open window made him shiver. Sebastian hated that he knew his skin would be flushed red right now. The cut on his lip wasn’t helping his appearance either.

Suffice to say, Sebastian wouldn’t be winning any beauty pageants in the future. 

“Where’s your owner?” That came from Sherlock. The man was in his signature overcoat, a scarf snuggly tied around his long neck. 

“I ain’t telling you SHI—wait what did you call him?” 

Sherlock turned to look at his soldier. “After all the blows to the head he must be losing his hearing…” His head turned on a swivel back to Sebastian. Blue-green eyes glared down. “Your OWNER, Colonel, where is he?” 

Sebastian spat venom, “Oh fuck you virgin, I heard what you said. But he’s my boss, not my owner.” 

John gripped Sebastian’s sandy hair in a vice. He tugged Sebastian’s head back, exposing his neck. “Tell that to the GPS microchip in your neck.” 

Sebastian laughed at a punchline only he knew. It wasn’t the happy kind of laugh either. It came with thick mucus and sniffling snot. “Jim likes to keep track of his assets. I’m not a fucking dog, I’m a weapon he doesn’t like being misplaced.” Sebastian laughed again, his voice rough. “A dog would get better treatment.” 

“Oh I bet you get treated just fine,” Sherlock said with a condescending tone. “You probably get to sleep at the foot of his bed if you behave, don’t you?” 

Sebastian tensed up, wrenching his head out of John’s grip and glaring at the floor. His breaths were coming in heavy. “Fuck you. You know nothing about me.” Sebastian was going to break his hands to get out of his bindings if he had to. He really did not want to be here. 

“But I do, Colonel Moran. Or…what was it Jim called you again? Panther? Lion…? Ah, something with patterns.” Sherlock held his chin as if deep in thought. He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “That’s right. Tiger.” 

“Shut up!” Sebastian snarled. “You have no right to use that name.” 

“Well if you prefer pussy cat, I can call you that too,” John added with a smirk of his own. 

“Tiger’s a much better fitting name for him. You should see his lovely strips sometime…” Jim said in a singsong voice. “Then again, I’d have to kill you after. His strips are for my eyes only.” The gun pressed to John’s head was for theatrics, but the present audience didn’t know that. 

They could all hear when the safety was off. 

“Sherlock,” Jim sang. “You know better than to take away my toys. I wasn’t done playing with him just yet.” 

“Kill John and I will stop at nothing to end you,” Sherlock threatened. Everyone present knew he meant it too. 

“Take away my tiger again and we’ll see what I’m capable of. You’ve seen nothing, Sherlock. NOTHING.” 

Sherlock seemed to debate the odds in his head for a second. All was quiet. 

“Fine…Take him and leave. No one has to get hurt.” 

“He’s bleeding, Sherlock. You’ve already broken my toy.” 

Sherlock gestured to his own lips. “Do the same to me. Then we’re ev—” 

Jim took the opening before Sherlock was even finished. Only Jim didn’t aim for the mouth like offered. He went for Sherlock’s nose. He felt his knuckles ache, knowing with certainty that he broke bone. 

“Now we’re even.” 

***** 

Sebastian couldn’t stop sneezing as he got off the elevator. He was definitely sick.Which made an already shitty day worse. Jim didn’t like anything to do with germs, let alone spend time with someone with the flu. He was going to make Sebastian sleep on the couch or have him stay at a shabby safe house with no heating. 

Sebastian hugged his arms to conserve what little heat that he could. “Thanks for getting me, boss.” He coughed, the action causing more pain than it was worth. “Let me get some warmer clothes and then I’ll head out.” 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“To a safe house…? Cause I’m sick?” 

Jim pressed his lips together into a straight line. He had never looked so visibly angry, “If you think I’m going to let you out of my sight then Sherlock must’ve hit you harder over the head than I thought. 

“B-but I-I,” Sebastian stumbled at a loss for words. “But I’m sick? 

“All the more reason for you to stay close to me. You can’t defend yourself in this state.” Jim pointed into the direction of the bathroom. “Go. I’m running you a bath.” 

“Really?” Sebastian couldn’t keep the hopeful smile off his face. 

“Don’t look so happy. The minions will accuse me of abusing my pets. Don’t make me change my mind.” 

Sebastian never ran so fast.

[consultingking]

Mormor AU: enemies to lovers but it’s set in the 90s and one of them is a blur fan and the other is an oasis fan

(art creds to hippano!)

[envihellbender]

Hunt!Sebastian paying John a visit

Characters: Sebastian Moran, John Sims

Verse: The Magnus Archives, TMA AU of Sebastian Moran / Moriarty (MorMor)

[CLICK]

THE ARCHIVIST

[HE SOUNDS A LITTLE SHAKEN, AS IF HE IS PACING UP AND DOWN AS HE IS TALKING.]

I found a tape on my desk. I have checked and double checked with security and with the CCTV coming into the building and everyone coming in or out of the building is accounted for. Was it posted here? It wasn’t in an envelope or anything. Maybe Ma- someone thought they were being helpful. But he- they wouldn’t open my mail, would they? Anyway. Here it is. Statement of Sebastian Moran. Regarding how he met James Moriarty.

[CLICK]

SEBASTIAN MORAN

I found one of your little tape recorders, Archivist, so thought I’d give you something to listen to. You know me. Basher Moran. Moriarty’s Tiger. The most feared sniper in Europe. Prince of London’s Underworld. That one is weird I think, if Moriarty’s the king, that would make me his son? Anyway. Yeah. It’s me, and I hear you’ve been tracking down me and Jimmy, listening to all our victim’s statements and all that. So I thought I’d give you something straight from the tiger’s mouth. There have been quite a few stories about how I met my Jimmy. Urban legends really. Is this one of them or is this a lie just to get under your skin? Only you’ll be able to tell, right Archivist?

Let’s quickly skip through the really boring stuff. Yeah, yeah, son of Augustus Moran and a servant he knocked up in his house in India. He actually had quite a few bastards you know, for some reason he took a shine to me and that’s not the compliment you think it is. He was a faggot, pretended not to be, and whether I killed the fat cunt or not is a little secret you already know the answer to, Archivist. Anyway, I’m the best shot you’ll ever find. Spent most of my teens at a shooting range and didn’t get sped through the army ranks cause of my surname. When your as brown as me and your dad dun’t wanna talk about you a name as common as Moran don’t help. So. I get quietly discharged cause if a nasty event that don’t have anything to do with this story, but you need to picture me as being out Army in my twenties and making a comfortable living selling my services. With a gun, by the way, not my dick sucking lips.

The thing about sniping, is it’s mostly waiting. You set yourself up somewhere high up and out of sight, if you’re good at it you can be low down and no one will find you. Sometimes it’s just you, snacks, drinks, your headphones, and that spare empty bottle you brought to piss in. Audiobooks are great for that. I got through all Chuck Palahniuk’s stories that way. Anyway. Got distracted. So. Most people assume Jimmy hired me, and nah, course he didn’t. He doesn’t do anything like a normal person. First, it was messages in my phone. A text message from a number that didn’t exist and any time I tried to call it instead all I got was a loud screeching noise. The text itself was just a set of coordinates and a time. I decided to ignore it, and five minutes after the deadline, I got left a voicemail without my phone ever had been rung. Weirdest thing about that? It was my voice.

Yeah. Apparently I had rang myself and left a message threatening me about what I would do to my eyeballs if I didn’t pay attention to the next text message. So that was fucking weird. But message received. The next time I got some coordinates I went straight there. First ones led me to a tube station. And when I looked at the train times screen, there was a message for me instead. No one else seemed to see it. But I swear to God it said “Moran. Go to the payphone I’ve marked.” Which is fucking annoying. God damn treasure trail without the treasure. Anyway, so I found it, and clever fuck had written “hi” with a heart drawn on it. Fucking fag. So when I got to it, it started ringing. I answered it and this soft lilting voice was in the other end.

He gave me a job. A good job. With a lot of money. And I said yeah, even though I asked why he didn’t just tell me instead that of playing some stupid game. He giggled and said it was fun. Now I get it. That’s just how he works. When you’re running around anxious and confused he’s feeding off you. That’s just a small way he gets a quick snack. So we went on like this for a while, giving me job after job. I got a bit sick of it, and whilst yeah the Web is really fucking powerful. But. Well, I’m the Hunt. And finding shit is what I do.

So I laid low for a while and between and during jobs I started tracking down my Jimmy. He knew, kept making jokes about how close I was. Maybe he thought I wouldn’t make it to him, maybe he wanted me to, or maybe he didn’t care. Honestly, Jimmy might not even know. Maybe he didn’t think about it. But. Eventually I found myself just outside of this big fancy flat building. One of the types in zone one where the front is fancy as fuck and the back is meeting the quota for affordable housing. I don’t care, if they live in the shithole they can’t pay me. I took the lift up to the top floor. The huge, massive, modern screen door greeted me when I got out. He has a penthouse you see, and the dramatic fuck has a spider web pattern all over it.

I was planning on being subtle, but the moment I got to the top floor, I heard a lilting giggle. I looked up to see a camera pointed directly at me. He didn’t say a word, just ended up with a click to show the door was open. I walked in. His house is pretty great but I’m not gonna tell you shit that might lead you to him. You know what’s funny? I hate spiders. I hate them. I hate them so much of course I noticed their was a lot hanging around my flat since this started. But I didn’t think they had anything to do with Jimmy. His penthouse though? Let’s just say he’s gone all out on the theme.

Anyway. I mostly came here to kill time because gotta shoot one of your librarians. Just some dickhead who stuck his nose where he shouldn’t. By the time you hear this, you might wanna make sure someone goes up to clean up. I knew this would be a great way to distract you. Once the statement started you wouldn’t be able to put it down. Hope you enjoyed my story, mate. There’s plenty more where that came from. My Jimmy? He’ll be in touch.

THE ARCHIVIST

[CLICK. HE SIGHS.]

Statement ends. Carson Throw was found with a very clean gunshot wound through his temples. The bullet was found lodged into a book about spider webs. Hardly subtle. There wasn’t much of a mess. Carson was very wrapped up in jobs for James Moriarty, nothing special just owed him a lot of money from card games and he was slowly trying to work off. It seems Carson tried to get out before his debt had been paid. As for what Moran and Moriarty want with me… Only time will tell.

[CLICK.]

[sinraisedtoanartform]

@bestdamnshot

Been watching Sweet Tooth lately & I can’t help but imagine Sebastian being a last man, terrorizing the hybrid children, all around being a douchebag. But also would like to think that perhaps he meets one or something that changes his mind a little bit? Kind of have a transformation like Jepperd Does with Gus. ugh I want to roleplay this. >.<

& the cherry on top would be for Jim to be a scientist working on finding a cure *cough cough* (experimenting on hybrids, not necessarily to find a cure & help humanity, but mostly because he enjoys it) & this way he meets seb through the smuggling of hybrids. & for a while they get to be awful to them together. 🖤

[teenbasher]

Sebastián frantically pounds on the door hoping to got Seb’s home. he needs a semi competent adult to help him hide & given Serin being abroad right now his one shot was the adult self who’s reality for some reason keeps merging with his own. “Seb? Are you home?….please if you are, open the door. My dad will find me any minute & if he does he will murder me right here, & I would hate to make a mess by your front door.” The boy pleads. Anxiously looking around, expecting to see his father’s car approach.

@moranormoron idk what I’m doing. But confronting/not confronting Augustus may be fun? 😅

[awestruck-atrophy]

yes explain immediately right now

okay, this is going to be a long one!

what is atrophy’s EDEN?

EDEN is less of a storyline than it is a universe for several gothic/Victorian characters to run around in. It’s a little like an AU, except it doesn’t strictly need to be defined as that bc all the characters involved are either original, used w/ permission, or in the public domain. it’s named as such because of a greenhouse of the roof of their little building, and because of the song From Eden by Hozier. there’s lots of Hozier influence in this.

it involves James (or ‘Jay’) Moriarty and their right hand man Sebastian Moran (both of whom you might know from the ACD Sherlock Holmes stories) assembling a team of criminals, dubbed “the EDEN project”, reverse league of extraordinary gentlemen style.

these criminals include:

ex-murderer and asylum escapee Edward Hyde, who was put into Bethlam after his trial for Henry Jekyll’s murder, where he failed to prove that he was, in fact, Dr. Jekyll himself.

perpetually suicidal and coincidentally unkillable Dorian Gray, who joins up because he has nothing better to do and promptly falls head over heels for the project’s coroner.

gentlemen thief and debonair master of disguise Arsène Lupin, who was only supposed to be in England long enough to rob the British Museum and stuck around because Moriarty had a better offer.

century-old force of nature and famed monster Adam Lucifer Frankenstein, who over the hundred-odd years he’s existed has rekindled a quiet (if distant) fascination with humanity.

depressed coroner Elijah Lijk, the world’s awkwardest man and master of uncomfortable staring, who is just here to get his paycheck pretty please.

& last but not least, freshly reanimated father of mad science and gothic lit’s own sopping wet cat Victor Frankenstein, who Adam brought back at Moriarty’s request (but mostly just to prove that he could.)

eden doesn’t have a specific time period— it’s actually built to house purposeful anachronisms (so while Arsène and Moran may have modern-day tactical equipment, Dorian still absolutely dresses like its both the 1880s and the 1920s simultaneously)

oh, also, versions of Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, Gabriel John Utterson, Henry Clerval, Ganimard, Lestrade, Henry Wotton, Basil Hallward, Mycroft Holmes, Sybil Vane, the whole Frankenstein family, and several others have existed or do exist in this universe.

playlists related to EDEN:

atrophy’s EDEN <- character songs playlist

Bethlam (EDEN) <- classical ambient playlist

the greenhouse (EDEN) <- music with words

[bens-moms-are-lesbinems]

“And sometimes it feels like the winter has come

And sometimes I bleed like run, river, run

And sometimes it don’t feel right, like you’re my enemy

And sometimes I question whether you’ll be the death of me”

I wanted to draw James with a straight razor. it’s a sketch that ended up getting smudged to tatters lmao.

[greenelight]

˗ˏˋ     ᶤᶰᵗ·     new york airport   ﹕   i miss   the   taste   of   your   kiss.   |   co   -   starring   @wineassassin   as   sebastian   moran.

it's   barely   been   a   minute   since   they   reunited   at   the   airport   &   already   sebastian   is   dragging   him   in   for   the   most   romantic   kiss   he's   ever   experienced   out   in   public   ,   uncaring   of   the   people   that   watched   as   they   head   on to   baggage   claim.   mason   swears   he   hears   sounds   of   approval   &   even   applause   as   he   allows   himself   to   get   lost   in   his   kiss   ,   feeling   like   the   main   character   of   his   own   life   for   once   &   receiving   a   standing   ovation   for   finally   making   the   right   call   &   choosing   the   perfect   romantic   partner.   it's   been   only   two   weeks   since   they've   been   apart   ,   but   it   feels   far   longer   when   coupled   with   the   distance.   he's   forever   thankful   he   made   the   call   to   stay   in   london   for   an   extra   week   after   experiencing   the   most   amazing   night   of   his   life   with   sebastian   ,   but   it   still   didn't   feel   like   enough   time   &   mason   was   distraught   the   moment   he   boarded   that   plane back to new york   ,   crying   softly   to   himself   as   they   prepared   to   take   off.   phone   calls   ,   facetime   &   texts   were   exchanged   constantly   ,   but   nothing   could   compare   to   this   moment right   now.   strong   arms   hold   him   close   as   they   kiss   &   soak   up   that   warmth   they've   clearly   been   needing   ,   knowing   they   needed   to   head   out   soon   so   mason   didn't   get   a   ticket   for   parking   in   a   fifteen   minute   zone   ,   but   that   really   didn't   matter   right   now   ,   did   it   ? he was finally here , they were finally reunited & even if the visit will be short , it still felt like they had all the time in the world.

when   they   finally   do   part   enough   to   give   their   lungs   a   break   ,   mason   is   all   smiles   &   starry   eyed   ,   dizzy   from   that   romantic   display.   ❝   wow   .   .   .   ditto   on   that   ,   baby   ,   ❞   mason   coos   gently   ,   laughing   as   he   slowly   breaks   from   their   embrace   in   favor   of   holding   sebastian's   hand   ,   gesturing   toward   the   luggage   carousel   that   was still   spinning   with   suitcases   of   all   sizes.   ❝   c'mon.   as   much   as   i   would   love   to   keep   kissin'   you   &   give   all   these   good   folks   a   show   ,   we   really   ought   to   grab   your   stuff   before   they   ship   it   back   to   london   or   whatever.   ❞   long   fingers   lace   with   sebastian's   &   squeeze   into   a   tightened   grip   ,   prepared   to   keep   him   close   &   never   let   him   for   for   the   next   few   days   that   he'll   be   here.   it'll   be   hard   to   let   him   go   when   the   time   comes   ,   but   better   to   have   him   for   a   bit   than   not   at   all.   an   ocean   may   keep   them   apart   ,   but   just   as   sebastian   has   said   at   one   point   ,   it's   just   an   ocean   ━━   it's   not   enough   to   break   them.

❝   i   have   so   many   things   planned   for   us.   can't   wait   to   have   you   here   a   tourist   &   not   for   ,   you   know   ,   work.   ❞   mason   winks   ,   cheeky   but   keeping   in   mind   not   to   talk   about   his boyfriend's   hitman   work   out   in   public.      ❝   i   missed   you   so   much.   fuck   ,   it   really   has   felt   like   forever.   hope   those   photos   i   sent   you   before   take   off   helped   get   you   excited about this weekend.   ❞   mason's   smile   turns   mischievous   ,   devilish   even   as   he   reaches   for   the   bag   he   knows   is   sebastian's   ,   tugging   it   out   of   the   winding   belt   with   ease.   ❝   especially   the   ones in the bathtub.   ❞

[nightingale2004]

Sherlock bbc next gen: Mormor (Moriarty x Moran) version

Dahlia Mavis Moran Moriarty

Faceclaim: Dove Cameron

Dahlia is the daughter of Criminal Mastermind James "Jim" Moriarty and his partner Sebastian Moran

Her father Jim faked his death by using his brother and came back to Sebastian and Dahlia, who were already out of the country

This girl is a criminal mastermind

Master hacker and master of disguise

Very good actress

Loves to play games with the Holmes family

Loves 80s, 90s, and 2000s music

Her dad's have tried to keep her out of their "business," but she figured it all out and decided to join in

She always has a backup plan

✨️Fashion icon ✨️

She never misses a target when shooting a gun (thanks to Sebastian)

She has her own network for her "bad guy" business

Keeps a close eye on the Holmes family

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+ Molly Hooper's daughter

Margot Joanna Hooper

Faceclaim: Giorgia Whigham

Father unknown (Molly and Sherlock have no idea and have trouble tracking him down)

Margot has known the Holmes since she was a newborn

Sherlock is her godfather

Has a crush on one of the Holmes twins (you decide who 😉)

She does volunteer work at the hospital and spends time with her mom in the morgue

Sherlock and his family love Margot like she's their own

Knows random facts

Knows a few......hundred ways to get a human to stop breathing

Loves spending time with Rosamund and Allison

Loves hearing the Holmes twins play their instruments

Margot and her mother take care of each other

Loves gardening

Loves game nights and holiday dinners

Was taught self-defense by the Holmes kids

She often questions how she got involved with the Holmes and their strange cases

She often cooks for her mother, the Holmes kids, Allison or herself

Helps her mom at work sometimes