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dabblings, doodles, edits, findings - mostly MorMor -  

[okami-avalon]

Everyone could see John Watson's deep pain and sorrow at the death of Sherlock Holmes;

But no one could see the other version of the story...

[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.

[rammyrue]

Deep down does Jim love Seb?

Yes I believe so. I think in the canon Seb is referred to as Jim’s ‘bosom friend’ and he’s devoted enough that he tries to avenge Jim’s death.

When filtering through the BBC Sherlock fandom I think the tragedy of Jim killing himself whilst presumably leaving the invisible Seb to his own devices really hit that fix-it desire in shippers.

I used to volunteer with a suicide prevention group, sitting up at night talking people out of suicide attempts. Often the same people, night after night.

That tragedy of Jim being attached to Seb, but dying anyway and leaving Seb empty, really stuck with me. In any mormor fic I write I am writing against that tragedy, imagining over and over in different iterations worlds where Jim loves Seb and it’s *enough* and he *survives* and they actually get a happily ever after.

I’m not convinced that the original Jim loves Seb as much as Seb loves him. I’m not even sure that fanon BBC Sherlock Jim loves Seb as much as Seb loves Jim. But in just about anything I write (possibly not ‘Batteries’ but open to interpretation) Jim absolutely loves Seb as much as he is loved by Seb. In some, perhaps even more. I know there tend to be a lot of spicy aspects to my writing but I think my main theme is that wish fulfilment that just being loved enough can fix anything. Jim gets to live, because he is loved, and that is enough for him. I am obsessed with love as a cure for everything. For me it’s such an important fantasy.

[mormorchineseshippersarchive]

大年初三 · 双莫M天乐第三弹！

Day 3 of Chinese MorMor Shippers’ Spring Festival 2021: saint-patrick’s-day-themed artwork created by NULL @null-m. 

[by--a--whisker]

Happy St. Patrick's Day, Jim

[by--a--whisker]

"Gravy"

Chapter 15 of Tigris Domesticus II is online by @rammyrue and @by--a--whisker . Enjoy :)

There was blood on Jim’s tongue. He followed the ebb along Seb’s throat, catching the salt of sweat as much as the coppery taste.

Sebastian would heal quickly, but Jim wouldn’t let him go back from this. “You’re mine, Tiger,” Jim said, pushing the last of his energy into the force of his voice. His arm felt tired as he lifted it to tug on the collar he had gifted the man, demanding a soul in return. “Whatever happens, you’re stuck with me.”

Unless Seb tore him open during the full moon. But that was still weeks away. Jim was counting down the days.

He nuzzled Seb a little, inadvertently smearing the congealing blood but not caring. “You’re worth the trouble, aren’t you?”

[cute-animals-only]

[by--a--whisker]

Merry Christmas :)

[winterswake]

MICHAEL FASSBENDER in The Killer (2023) dir. David Fincher

[by--a--whisker]

"Collared"

Chapter 14 of Tigris Domesticus II is up, by @rammyrue and @by--a--whisker . Please enjoy :)

Lying within reach on the worktop, Sebastian's phone rang - very much like a bloody modern day version of the servants’ bell and call box. Having a pretty good idea it was the Lord of the Manor, Sebastian gave it a cursory glance but didn't pick up while he continued to apply oil to the slide of the Glock. He ignored the second ring. Slowed down at the third. After the fourth he stopped, stabbing his little finger against the display, not putting down the cloth.

"Here, in the den." When there was a stumped silence on the line he added: "Polishing the silver." And, more in the general direction of his hands than the phone, "On the off chance I ever need it again."

[by--a--whisker]

"Breath"

Chapter 13 of Tigris Domesticus II by @rammyrue and @by--a--whisker

Missing Jim’s close proximity as soon as it was gone, Sebastian also savoured the ability to breathe freely again, while he was talked through the possible aftermath of their little rough play. Jim did so with an odd mixture of almost clinical detachment and fussing, and seemed a bit ... awkward. Like always with this kind of maintenance, because - at least that's what Sebastian liked to believe - he was so unfamiliar with it. Not ever before having cared about the welfare of whoever he'd given his special attention to. Because Sebastian was special.

He also was someone who didn't let an opportunity pass if he saw one: "Salted caramel.” Jim blinked and Sebastian swallowed laboriously, hinting at his lamentably sore throat. “My supernatural healing abilities seem awfully diminished." So - ice cream, morning, noon and night please … - just to be safe?

[by--a--whisker]

"Pulse"

Chapter 12 of Tigris Domesticus II , by @rammyrue and @by--a--whisker

Jim mouthed Sebastian’s throat. The angle wasn’t quite right and Jim took Seb’s skull in his hands, his fingers finding the same purchase they would to snap a neck, because that was a familiar grip. He shifted Seb instead, exposing more throat to his lips and teeth.

Sebastian liked the pressure and threat of force that came from Jim’s more vicious kisses, but he didn’t like to simply be mauled either. He might like to be called a toy in certain circumstances, but Sebastian’s pride didn’t permit him to be that alone.

[by--a--whisker]

“Kitchen”

Sorry for the delay, but here it is: chapter 11 of Tigris Domesticus II, by @rammyrue​ and @by--a--whisker​

As Jim permitted him to eat the leftovers, Sebastian nodded slowly, recognising a diversion when he saw one, because Jim’s leftovers had been a staple of his diet almost since they’ve had their first meal in each other’s company. In private anyway. Not in a more formal public setting though, although Sebastian suspected Jim might have found that even more amusing. But, no matter what Sebastian might be - and with pleasure - in the seclusion of their bedroom, or in the semi-seclusion of their larger household - the outside world would never see him as anything but what he was to said outside world: a menace, dealing out the will and judgement of the most dangerous man in London. Not a slightly dumb mutt gobbling up the scraps from his table.

Sebastian drew Jim’s plate closer and did just that. For once also refraining from pressing Jim to eat. Jim didn’t look so scrawny anymore that Sebastian had to fear he might collapse if he missed one more meal.

At the moment his informal attire sans tie lent him a slightly Bohemian air. Sebastian liked it a lot, almost as much as the pristine severity of his bespoke suits, which did unspeakable, breath-taking things to Seb’s insides.

[hippano]

Requested by two anons and blue-magpie-melody 

Wow, three requests for vamp!mormor; well, here ya go! Seb in the early stages of turning, sired by Jim… \( ★ω★)/

[logicdoctor]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17944151/chapters/42376148

Perfection <3

[cayya]

Should I get a band-aid for your villainy broken heart? Shut up.

[conduitstreetcat]

[creatureprofessor]

maybe you could fix him, but I personally, don't intend to. i want to see him baring his teeth while covered in blood

[by--a--whisker]

             - Jim Moriarty

[by--a--whisker]

“Said”

Chapter 10 of Tigris Domesticus II by @rammyrue​ and @by--a--whisker​

Sebastian Moran was the most contrary man Jim had ever had the misfortune to know, and the uncomfortable feeling clawing in Jim’s chest made Jim quite certain he wouldn’t have things any other way.

He kicked one of Sebastian’s large feet. “There’s a very expensive mattress through there that you’d do better to have the use of.” Jim knew he was wasting his breath as he said it - as usual - and he felt a twinge as Seb made a dismissive noise of agreement and got comfortable on a few meagre towels. Few people blatantly disobeyed Jim, but who else would do so in favour of an uncomfortable night on the bathroom floor?

Jim lightly pinched one of Seb’s nipples. They’d clearly healed a bit already, but were still a tender, puffy pink. Sebastian hissed, throwing him an unimpressed look.

“Don’t think a night on the floor is going to earn you any sympathy,” Jim said. “Kitchen’s due to be finished tomorrow, and however long it takes, I’m expecting you to cook afterwards. Your little holiday is over.” Sebastian grunted.

Jim wavered. “I suppose if you’re staying you can make yourself useful. No reason why we should both suffer the floor.”

Sebastian had only half managed to raise his brows questioningly when he found his chest plastered with a pointy, little consulting criminal. Jim wriggled, getting comfortable and closed his eyes briefly as he inhaled Seb’s familiar scent. Jim was unlikely to sleep again, but that was no reason not to get some rest.

If he could. The shadow of the nightmare hung in the recesses of Jim’s mind, not forgotten.

“You’ve got terrible taste in men,” Jim whispered as Seb’s breathing started to deepen. “But I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

[haloless]

MORMOR AU:

The week Jim Moriarty vanishs, the criminal’s employees already notice his absence. Sebastian Moran, chief of staff and loyal marksman, prepares his group of elite snipers for a precise operation to break into the goverment’s buildings and rescue his boss. Anyway, during the whole interrogation, James already expects his pet to appear very soon.