Staying MorMor

Your stop for all oneshots MorMor, from post- to pre-Reichbach. [Requests open!]

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Over a year since I last posted here, and my god, how things have changed. I started this blog when I was 13, and had been compiling content to put on it since I was 12. I am now seventeen. This brings back a lot of nostalgia to see, and honestly? Those of you here, thank you for helping shape my childhood. I don’t have too much of an interest in Sherlock in general anymore, but popping in here now and again has helped me see how I’ve changed and grown as a person.

For those of you still in Mormor at all, I genuinely hope you have a good day and find plenty of content that makes you happy.

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MorMor headcanon

Jim can’t allow himself to tell Sebastian he loves him. So instead, he writes it in texts to the sniper, and then deletes the texts without sending them.

Until one day he absentmindedly hits send.

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Hiatus I Guess

Hey guys, it’s been quite a while since I last updated (or even came back to this blog), but I wanted to let you all know I mostly draw comics and live in anime fandoms now. I’ll try to reply and write now and again, but college (and work) keeps me busy. It’s easiest to keep up with me on Instagram, but if you ever have a request, I’ll write it!

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Hi, guys. It’s been a little while since I’ve posted, ngl. Things have been a bit crazy in life lately, and I feel like I haven’t had any good Mormor oneshot ideas lately. As you can see, most of these oneshots are pretty old.

That’s why I’d like to ask anyone who might have a Mormor oneshot request to leave it in my inbox, or DM me. It’d be a huge help, and getting out new content should help me come up with even more Mormor ideas!

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#44 – Darkness 26/01/17

The smell of early-morning love wafted around the flat. Breathing in the thick scent, Jim stroked Seb’s chest. They’d stayed up too late, had too much of a good time. The pain, the pleasure—all had run together in the night.

Darkness had blessed them, with its strange cover that made everything so right. The vague outline of a body moving, loving, holding. It all added up to the taste of too little sleep once awoken.

Seb held his boss to himself, smiling at the sunlight falling over their bodies, clothed in bed sheets.  This was the feeling of darkness retreating.

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#43 – Silence 19/01/17

Jim felt Seb lay down next to him, softly sighing. All was quiet. There was no such thing as too silent, the consultant criminal had discovered, and this was no exception.

After all the shouting and fighting, this quiet was fully welcome. Seb pressed his face into his boss’ neck, breathing up the tired stillness. There was too much of the screaming left ringing in his ears, and he just wanted to be done with it all.

Jim rolled onto his side, into Seb’s strong arms. These were the times when you couldn’t yet forgive each other, but you were close enough that it didn’t matter. All you wanted to feel was their heart beating and their lungs pulling in saving oxygen.

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#42 – AU: Blind 18/01/17|19/01/17

Jim held tightly to Seb’s arm with one hand, the other clutching his cane. The misty brown eyes searched the air, fingers tapping nervously. “I’m not ready,” he said.

“Yes you are.” Seb squeezed his hand. “You’ve been planning this for a long time. You just have to do as we practised, and you end Holmes.”

“I need you, Sebastian; please?” Jim edged carefully up the stairs behind the blonde.

“You know I can’t be right beside you—I have to stay on Watson. But I’ll have my earpiece in and I’ll be able to hear you and talk you through the parts you need to see. You’ve fooled Sherlock Holmes this long. Soon, it’ll all be over.”

The pair came onto the rooftop. Jim felt the fresh air burst against his face, the smells of London crowding his sightless senses. He clutched his cane, tapping it against the roof in nervous habit.

Seeing his boss’ discomfort, warned Seb, since he never had such hesitation. Jim didn’t worry about anthing, or usually cling like he was doing today.

But when Seb was set up on John Watson, listening to Moriarty and Holmes, his heart began to pound. “Sir,” he said, “what’re you doing?”

Then time stopped. The deafening roar of a gunshot sounded and Seb dropped his gun, running toward the hospital. This couldn’t be happening. Not this time, not today. No.

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#41 – Guitars 18/01/17

Seb stared at his wall, where his rack of snipers usually hung. But they weren’t there today. Today, there were racks, yes, but instead of snipers, there hung guitars—of all shapes, colours and sizes. A sticky-note was taped to the neck of one.

Make me a song, Tiger. JM

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#40 – The End 16/01/17

His hands were cold, but his tears fell warm onto the pale cheek. Jim felt Seb’s body shake, clutching helplessly at his boss. The blonde wasn’t supposed to be here so quickly, but it was already too late to change the way things were arranged.

Jim had sent Seb a text, The end, Tiger, when he’d paused Staying Alive. It was vague and unlikely that Sebastian would soon decipher its meaning. But, somehow, he’d heard of Jim’s being atop of Bart’s, and came running.

Now the sniper held his supposedly dead boss in his arms, sobbing over the body. He buried his face in the snow-dusted suit, clutching James to himself. Letting go would be like admitting that he had died and Seb couldn’t say that yet. For now, he had to be alive.

But he seemed to be dead. Snow fell around them, silently cold and wet. Still, the familiar scent of Jim lingered—in his Westwood, on his skin, in his hair. It was too much to bear.

So Seb set his boss down gently on the rooftop, after kissing his forehead. Jim longed to reach out and hold the blonde again. Yet he knew he couldn’t, not yet. Then Seb retreated back into the building, leaving the criminal alone.

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#39 – After the Pool 15/01/17

“What the hell was that?” Seb sat in the darkness, with the car running. Jim sat to the left of his favourite sniper in the passenger seat. The brick building was illuminated by headlights, glaring back in his eyes.

“It’s a fault,” Jim said, shrugging. “You’re wasting petroleum.”

“No, we’re not going home until you tell me what that was about. What would you’ve done without that call? You were stupid, sir, extremely stupid,” Sebastian said, gripping the steering wheel.

“You’re upset.” Jim blinked, unaccustomed to this. Seb didn’t get upset, over anything.

“Of course I am! You risked your life for nothing.” The car was then turned off, promising that Jim wouldn’t get home anytime soon.

“It wasn’t nothing. It was for the game.”

“No.” Seb looked over, furious. “No, your ‘game’ is stupid, non-existent and suicidal.”

“Oh, you don’t even know,” Jim murmured. In a louder voice, he commanded Seb to start the car.

This was more than going back to Sherlock with a claim of being changeable. This was a death match, to end the painful drag of life.

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#38 – Radio 14/01/17

In the background, the radio played. Sometimes, it helped Moriarty think, when something went wrong. And something had gone wrong.

Sebastian leaned in the doorway, listening to the radio play, while watching his boss tap the end of his pen on the desk. Jim grimaced, leaning backward in his seat, sighing. He still hadn’t noticed the bodyguard, or else Seb would’ve been sent away.

“I’ve been awake for a while now.”

Jim stared at the grey radio, resting his head on his arms. The song continued and Seb quietly came in, wrapping his arms around Jim’s shoulders, kissing the top of his head.

“What’s wrong, Kitten?” he asked. Jim leaned backward again, now into Seb’s stomach.

“Nothing. I’m glad you’re here, Tiger.”

“Good. I love you, Jim,” the colonel said, hugging the fragile body tightly.

“I love you, too, Sebby Dear.”

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I finally got my lazy self awake enough to draw a new avatar after eighteen months.

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You should listen to Do Re Mi by Blackbear. It gives me mad angst mormor feels. i imagine Sebastian being the one to sing it.

Oh, yea, that used to be one of my favourites. Definitely a good listen.

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Celebrating 200+ followers, I primarily wanna thank you guys. I’ve seen lately some people coming back to this blog after about a year. That makes my day. :)

Anyway, I’ll have something more official for the 200+ follower milestone soon. No spoilers, but it’s going to be pretty different than what I usually post...

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#37 – Being Dead 14/01/17

Sunlight filtered through the window, bathing the small flat in light. It was beautiful, unblocked by London’s usual buildings. It was certainly an adjustment, Jim admitted, but it was lovely.

He sat up, blinking in light washing over him. Seb’s arm was draped loosely around his boss’ bare chest. Jim kissed the sniper, gently untangling himself. Being dead wasn’t as bad as it seemed, at least not when you’re twelve hours from the city with Sebastian Moran.

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#36 – Phone Call 12/01/17

Going all around the world was amazing, only darkened by the reason—work. Jim closed his eyes against the world at night, though, and turned to his mobile phone.

On the other end, Sebastian Moran waited, smiling when he heard Jim. “Miss me?”

“Yes,” Seb said, lounging over the couch. “I love you.”

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#35 –Little Adjustments 12/01/17

“This is your fault,” Jim said, wincing at Seb’s touch. “What were you thinking?”

“Sorry, sir,” Seb said, carefully lifting his boss from the car. “But I expected you to not fall down the hill.”

“Right,” the consulting criminal said, holding tightly to his sniper. “Don’t drop me.”

“I promise I won’t,” Seb said, smiling as he carried Jim through the hospital doors.

Jim squirmed into a comfortable position, ear against Seb’s chest. He could hear the strong, steady heartbeat—comforting against the agony that threatened with warm tears. This really was Sebastian’s fault, but it was too late to prevent the fall.

Though this’d happened, it wouldn’t hold Seb back. Jim falling and breaking his leg hadn’t been in the plan, but already Seb had adjusted.

After an hour, Jim had his cast and crutches, noticing Seb’s impatience. “What is it, Tiger?” he asked as Seb started the car.

“Nothing,” Seb said. He pulled out onto the road, driving toward home. Jim stared out the window, silently wondering why the blonde was on edge.

When they pulled into the driveway, Jim leaned over to grab Seb’s tie. They looked at each other. Jim kissed his his bodyguard. “Relax, Sebby.”

“Yes, sir.” Seb got out of the car, then came to help his boss. Rather than letting him get his crutches, the bodyguard scooped Moriarty into his arms, enjoying the feeling of the frail body cradled against him.

Jim didn’t protest, simply laying his head on Seb’s shoulder, staring up at him with love. Seb looked down, feeling and giving the same love. The heartbeat of the sniper elevated, even more so when Jim closed his eyes, wrapping his arms tightly around Seb.

The consulting criminal was carried inside and set down on the couch. Seb kissed his forehead, kneeling next to the couch.

“Hey, Jim,” Seb said, nuzzling at his face. Jim’s eyes half-opened and he softly smiled.

“Yea, Seb?” he asked, stroking Seb’s neck with the backs of his fingers.

“I wanted to ask you something earlier, before you broke your leg.”

“What’s that, Tiger?”

“Will you marry me, James Moriarty?” Seb asked, voice soft as he set the ring before his boss. Jim’s eyes fully opened for a moment, before he blinked quickly, looking from the diamond to the emerald eyes expecting an answer.

“Yes, Sebastian Moran,” he said, smiling at the sniper. His sniper.