“Oh, well, what do we have here? Don’t think I’ve seen those before…”
“Hands off, Moran; I have work to do.”
“Touchy touchy. If you didn’t want me to molest you then you shouldn’t have worn something so… enticing. Honestly, I don’t think those pants could get any tighter. Doesn’t leave much to the imagination- not that I need to imagine, of course…”
“Don’t blame me for your barbaric impulses, Moran.”
“Don’t dress like a rent boy then, Jimmy. You know it gets me all hot and bothered.”
“Not everything is for you, Sebastian.”
“Not for me? Then who? Don’t tell me it’s for that weirdy in the morgue…”
“No, not her, obviously. I’m meeting The Virgin today. Face-to-face, finally.”
Pause. “Well, I hope he appreciates the effort you go through for him. Would you like me to help pick out a nice engagement ring for the two of you?”
“Do go be a jealous housewife somewhere else, will you? Daddy needs to get into character.”
”’Daddy’ can fuck right off.”
“Don’t you have a job to do? Or am I paying you to stand around and be a complete arse?”
“Seriously, Jim, fuck you.”
“Out. Now.”
“Fine. But don’t expect me to be here when the job’s done. I think I’ll stay at mine for a while and take a nice holiday away from your crazy arse.”
“Perfect. Maybe I’ll actually be able to think around here without you harassing me every five minutes.”
“Oh, so trying to make sure you eat enough to keep that brain of yours running is harassment? Maybe I should just move out altogether, then. I’d hate to be the one to interrupt James Moriarty’s oh so important thinking time with such trivialities as nourishment.”
“What a fine idea; maybe you should.”
“Guess it’s settled then. I’ll move out posthaste.”
“Good.”
“Fine.”
“Great.”
“Perfect.”
Silence.
“You’re really a prick, you know that, Jim?”
“And yet here you are, still engaging me. One might think you’re a bit of a glutton for punishment. Well, I say think but we both know the truth behind that, don’t we?”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe later. Right now, we both have a job to do.”
“You know, I really hate you sometimes.”
“The feeling’s mutual~♥”
~And then they had jealousy-fueled hate-sex; the end.~
I’ve had this picture kicking around my computer for the last couple of weeks but now it’s finally done and I’ve even added a little story to go with it. Not much, but enough to make me never want to see it again.
♥ I hope you all enjoy. ♥
oh wow!!
Tag: mormor
Shipping MorMor: you can pretty much expect pain or porn.
Often both at the same time.
teaat2am-blog-deactivated201804:
the only one in love
Starting to warm up to the idea of a blond Moran.
Didn’t want to post the porn but still pretty stuck on garter belts…….
please fandom please do not EVER STOP drawing crossdressing jim PLEASE DON’T EVER STOP
this is the GREATEST THING
tears in my EYEEESSSSS
Bless this Fandom. Bless this pairing. Bless you…
Shit, sorry if I brought up and Reichenbach feels with the “Bless you…” from Jim right before he shot himself. I’ll shut up now.
oh hey babydoll wherever did you get those dapper kicks
such romantic language jim…
there were requests for something like this but i can’t find them i hate my askbox
ooh! not seen this before! brilliant!!
Sebastian Moran, ladies and gentleman.
(*watches the followers ragequit*)
His father was an ambassador. He attended some of the best schools in the world. He spoke multiple languages. He had two (or was it three?) books published. He was a world-famous hunter, and a hero to the people of India for defending their villages and livestock from tigers. He was a decorated Colonel in the British Army, responsible for leading not just a team but quite possibly an entire brigade. He was one of the leaders of Moriarty’s criminal organization.
ACD’s Moran isn’t a scarred and battered sniper. He’s a high-powered business executive who can kill you in 15 different ways if you piss him off.
Not, I should clarify, that I have any arguments against scarred and battered sniper!Moran. I mean, that is darn hot.
While we’re on this topic:
“His chief of staff is Colonel Sebastian Moran, as aloof and guarded and inaccessible to the law as himself. What do you think he pays him?”
“I’d like to hear.”
“Six thousand a year. That’s paying for brains, you see — the American business principle. I learned that detail quite by chance. It’s more than the Prime Minister gets. That gives you an idea of Moriarty’s gains and of the scale on which he works.”
— Valley of Fear, Arthur Conan Doyle
Life, Still to Come by RageSeptember
Summary:
They don’t plan to grow old together. Well, they don’t plan to grow old, full stop. The life expectancy for a brilliant madman and his tiger-slaying sniper could never be very high. But the years come and go and they don’t die.Pairing:
MorMor
—-WHY AM I CRYING GODDAMNIT. THIS SHIP, I CAN’T.
MorMor. Trees
my deviantart
Lady Karasu 