logicdoctor

Medical care for our beautiful boys - Mostly MORMOR

[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 14: The Power of Love

I swallow hard. You said it before - but it was part of a bigger explanation about what had happened to you, why you ended up in the hospital. But this is the first time the words stood on their own - naked and vulnerable. Just like your face in this moment, no defences, fully open - your eyes shining at me like mirror pools - there is no obfuscation, no explanation of the complexities of your psyche to surround your words, no armour between us -

I consider the final piece of armour, the shield wedged over my heart - my fear that all this a dream, a side effect of the medication withdrawal, or worse, a cruel mind game to put me back in my place after seeing you so vulnerable.

Or even just a whim - and that all this will be taken away from me when you tire of this love thing...

And I realize I'm going to have to take the biggest leap of faith of my life - trusting you with my heart.

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[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 13: Drawn to You

The feeling of your hand squeezing mine, the sound of your voice when you're so distraught -

it could undo me but I can't let it -

I focus on my breath, my heart - ticking loudly like a metronome -

steady, soldier -

These metaphors have been a bit tricky to follow but you're being a bit more clear now. I think I'm starting to get it...

I have to get it so I can understand you - help you - be what you need - oh god -

The metronome in my chest speeds up - tick tick tick -

Oh. god.

the other people I loved.

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[skzhhssh-deactivated20190330]

when ur reading fanfic and one character was cooking and the other comes up to them and they start making out and everyones like starting to take their shirts off and the author STILL hasnt mentioned anyone turning off the stove

[golgafrincham]

[bashingboundariesss]

It’s very me to create a blog to write...

And the first creative thing I go and do for it is

to sketch something, instead.

[conduitstreetcat]

Amazing!!! So them. :)

[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 12: A Mess in My Mind Map

The glass is pushed towards me and I stare at it blankly.

“Drink up, handsome," the woman says leaning in with cleavage and bedroom eyes. "And we can get to know- where the hell are you going?!"

"Home,” I mutter as I push my chair in and begin to walk away.

"But - you just arrived-?" she says, sounding confused and indignant.

I look back. Her face is flushed and her eyes are flashing with anger. A gentleman would make an excuse to make her feel better, I suppose.

"Sorry. Left the oven on," I say with a sharp smile.

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[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.

[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 11: Blunt Trauma

I start throwing some clothes and sundries into a suitcase.

Well - that's it then. I didn't expect us to have this conversation but we had it and you set me straight. Now I know. And I can come up with a better way of compartmentalizing it than I have until now - so I can continue living with you and being fucked by you and doing my job without torturing myself in the process.

Except that my traitorous mind keeps on generating imagined scenes where you come up to the bedroom and grab me and kiss me and tell me you've been a fool and an idiot and a heartless bastard - and then beg me to forgive you.

I laugh at the thought, but that laughter is in danger of turning into something that is too horrifying to contemplate... so I pour some more whisky down my throat and rub my stinging eyes and keep packing. Thank Christ I made the decision to leave in the morning - just the thought of having to spend time in your presence while I'm feeling this way -

I shudder and drink more whisky. I suppose I could leave tonight...?

Maybe I should - except that you'll probably think that I'm behaving like a drama queen and that I can't handle any of this.

Maybe it's safer to just man the fuck up and shut off my feelings and just get into soldier mode - I've handled imprisonment and torture and being in a war zone and a bloody tiger attack, and I’ve come through it alright. In the end, not a one of those things felt more potentially devastating than you.

But if I need to show you I can handle this, fine - I tip the bottle back again and feel the sweet relief of burning liquid down my throat. It's just one night - I can do this. I can even sleep in the bedroom with you. Because no matter what, I am not sleeping in that other room. I've earned my fucking place next to you. Through rivers of blood and sweat and yes, even tears...

And I'm not giving that up, Jim Moriarty. Even if I have to numb myself out to do it.

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[apinchofsanity]

MorMor- A sniper, a psychopath and a shack in the middle of nowhere

Before this happened, Sebastian Moran could count on one hand the number of times he’d been ‘graced’ with his boss’s presence during his two year employment. He admired Moriarty of course, had a deep appreciation of the sheer primal darkness that swelled outwards whenever the Irishman occupied a room. And by god was the man attractive. But he’d never truly spent that much time with the consulting criminal for that appreciation to take the form of anything beyond brief thoughts of lust and graphic dreams. 

This all changed however when Jim decided to tag along on Sebastian’s holiday and the ex-colonel was blessed with glimpses of a different side of the seemingly cold hearted businessman- a softer, lonelier side… a side Sebastian could fall in love with.

P.S if tumblr doesn’t post this properly it’s Major’s from IZombie’s fault cause he’d a douchebag and to blame for everything wrong in this world :P 

[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 10: A Simple Question

I hear you enter the penthouse as I stir the beef stroganoff - I'd been informed of your impending arrival, of course. Security knows to never leave me in the dark if they know what's good for them - unless you order them not to breathe a word of your activities of course. My reputation and demeanour tend to scare people shitless - hardened criminals, former soldiers, the lot. But when it comes to terrifying people to the marrow with a simple look - even I can't compete with you.

I look up at your unusually cheerful greeting. Surprise gives way to suspicion at your friendly smile - but I quickly stifle any signs of dubiousness in my expression.

"Ehm - thanks? I hope you like it," I say. Shit - you hate 'pointless prattle', as you call it. But what am I supposed to say to 'Smells good, Tiger'...?

'Then sit your arse down and eat more than a few bites, you impossible psycho...'?

'I hope so, I minced the bodies of your enemies for the sauce...'?

Or maybe just 'That's because the secret ingredient is love, silly!'

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[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 20: Pulling the Strings

You pop in to ask me what I want for dinner - when I say nothing, your silence is louder than words could be. You nod and leave, closing the door quietly behind you.

You're not doing anything wrong on the surface - you're not. But I *feel* your dissatisfaction underneath - bubbling up, eating away at what we're building together.

Don't you see that this is for *us*, Sebastian? We could rule the world together... I've never even considered sharing the Empire with anyone - do you know how much trust I've shown you? Do you think I could have shared my life with anyone like this?

And after all this, you're obsessing about the bloody detective - he's just something to toy with, nothing more. Don't you know how bored I get, how alone I've been in the world without big brains to play with?

Why should I have to explain this to you, Sebastian?

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[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 9: Holidays in the Abyss

I'm sitting in a recliner, opposite an empty pedestal, surrounded by frescoes. Oh god no - not here *again* - I thought I'd got rid of this -

At least the minotaur is out - I am sitting in his chair.

I hear a sound, look down - there's a tiger sitting next to me, leaning against the chair, his head in my lap. I smile, scratch him between the ears, and he chuffs, his whiskers tickling my belly, making me giggle. He looks at me with a smug look, like it was his intention all along, and I feel myself smiling wider. Such cute animals. Like cats but bigger. I should get one.

I hear footsteps; the minotaur walks in, stops when he sees me and the tiger.

"Another one! Those bloody beasts are everywhere!" he shouts. I look at him puzzled and slightly indignant - this tiger is cute and we were having fun.

"Look at that!" he gestures at the empty plinth. "They knocked my new bloody telly over! There's hairs *everywhere* and they're using the frescoes as scratching posts! *And* my chair! Get your big head *off* my armrest, you bleeding monster!"

The tiger's ears move back and his tail swishes. Huffing, he gets up, walks out. I guess I should get out of the minotaur's chair or something - there's only the one here. I stand up. I'm naked again. Of bloody course. At least it's not cold.

"The stuffing's coming out of it," he complains, pulling at the side of the chair. "They ruin everything. Everything!"

I don't remark that there's not much to ruin - an ugly chair and a TV in the centre of a labyrinth is hardly House of the Week material.

"Where do they come from?" I ask. He looks at me, scowls. "How am I supposed to know? You tell me! And tell me how to get rid of them or at *least* house-train them - they're fucking pests!"

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[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 19: Puppet Master

It's absolutely astonishing to watch you plan stuff - you're so meticulous and know exactly how people are going to respond. Getting Magnussen to realize that he could get to Holmes via his baby brother, and to said brother via his crush Dr Watson, was you just dropping in a few crumbs of hints, subtle enough that Charles never knew he didn't think of it himself. Putting John Watson in a bonfire was fun – though uniquely he actually seemed alright, ex-army medic trying to live a normal life away from the creepy attentions of Holmes junior - had we met in other circumstances we might have shared a convivial pint. And the way Lockilocks started jumping through your hoops - exactly in the way you predicted - you are like a puppet master pulling his strings.

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[mormorganna]

Oceanographer's Choice | Chapter 2

A guy in a skeleton costume comes up to a guy in a Superman suit, runs through him with a broadsword!

A song fic request spiraling out of my control, for Nico (@mormorproposal).

This chapter concludes their first meeting.

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[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 18: Funny Little Feelings

Warmth. Skin. Leg under mine. Arms - around me?

My eyes fly open.

Sebastian.

You’re *home*. And -

Oh - god -

Everything streams back slowly like a film -

I find myself cringing at the things I’ve done and said. I feel my face flushing hotly -

And then I remember the most important thing - I’m Jim Fucking Moriarty. And I do as I like. If I want to wear a cat onesie and do the Time Warp Dance in front of Buckingham Palace, then I will - because I - will - it. My lips twist wryly at the image that arises - me dancing full out, while you stand stoically behind me - playing the song, and wearing a tiger onesie. And staring threateningly at anyone who dares get too close…

Aww… so lovely to have a fiercely protective tiger by me at all times…

And oh wouldn’t that little display mess with MI5… Mycroft would heighten security and begin assigning agents immediately to try to understand what it could possibly mean -

Makes me almost consider it - I chuckle softly.

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[logicdoctor]

❤️

[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 8: Default Position

Your face journey is a sight to behold and record and file in the prized collection of the Tiger Theatre, which is housed in one of the less salubrious areas of the mind map; the back streets filled with bad boys in leather jackets whispering lewd come-ons, shady doorways that smell of whiskey where the sound of the noisy music is regularly drowned out by the din of a fight, gun ranges and knife jugglers, dark dungeons and damp alleys leading to oblivion or valhalla.

It's such a cherished area... I've always had a thing for bad boys, but most of them are thick and boring, or fake and weak, or both - you, my Tiger, are none of these, and unique in this world.

I lick my lips as I look down at you, doing your best to keep looking at me, knowing you are going to be in a world of pain not wholly unfamiliar but not easier to bear for that, and opening yourself up to me, your muscles relaxing, offering your body, your self, to your higher power.

I start by lashing the insides of your thighs. The skin is so thin there, so sensitive - you shudder and moan - and then, when the time is right, I lash the shaft of your cock.

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[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 7: Fuck I've Missed You

*So* demanding, Tigers... tell me when you're coming back, don't risk me shooting you...

Fortunately you do seem to remember my words. A small glimmer of rebelliousness in your eyes - how were you to know I was coming back so soon, you have work to do, it's unreasonable - but it's quenched immediately, because you know reasonable doesn't come into this... the world revolves around what I want.

And there you are, my beautiful Tiger, acknowledging this. *God* I've missed this.

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[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 16: Health and Safety

I am staring at the door wondering if I can run on my hurt foot to catch up with you -

but Steve and some other guys are outside, they're not going to let me grab you - and - do what? Demand you explain how you feel about me in front of your second in command and some guards and hospital personnel?

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