Dear Jim,

I’m always here to lend a helping hand.

[badlalands]

“Moriarty thought you’d make this choice. He was so excited.”

[rohelinetee]

— Sweet Jim — Clever Eurus

[whyimmathere]

Hamlet/Ophelia + kisses

[nixxie-pic]

Stunning Andrew Scott my Edit - from the Times Drama Kings photoshoot -

[whyimmathere]

[juliak666]

My first Sherlock art (well, the first finished one). I’m so proud of this, drew it for my best friend’s birthday. Made with pencils, pens and promarker

[bredtokill]

How to Care For Tigers

[bredtokill]

softirishwhispers:

Professor James Moriarty had pegged Sebastian Moran for an Assassin the moment the man had walked into his classroom. He’d said nothing to the young Assassin then. He’d had no reason to, not until he’d learned more about him. As time passed, he saw in Sebastian things that he knew neither the Order or the Brotherhood would understand. He’d remembered when the man graduated and left for the military and he had made a note to keep marks on the man.

Given time to grow, he would be a very useful ally.

James was very patient and when he received word that his old student was back in the city and terribly ill, he’d taken it upon himself to pay him a visit. For the first few weeks, he had been turned away because Sebastian was too dangerous, too violent in his current condition. He came back every few days to check, but the story was rather similar. 

One of the nurses made the passing comment that he was Sebastian’s only visitor. He waited until she was out of sight before he smiled.

Finally, he had been admitted to see Sebastian. When he entered the room, he removed his hat and gave his former student a smile that didn’t touch his eyes. “Sebastian Moran. I am relieved to see that you are feeling better. May I sit?”

Sebastian stared at the man for a minute trying to place his face. His head was still foggy from sleep and recovering from his injuries. He tried to speak, but his mouth and throat felt dry. Reaching out for a glass of water, he gestured for the man to sit with his other hand.

After taking a long drink of water he laid back. “Your pardon that I’m not getting up,” he said.

He focused on the man’s face again. There was something very familiar about him. The way the man’s eyes looked sparked a memory, but in his current condition it was too difficult for him to make the connection.

“Your pardon again, I am not at my best. You seem familiar, but your name escapes me,” he said tiredly.

[softirishwhispers]

James sat and waited patiently for Sebastian to position himself so they could have a conversation. He waved away the apology. Such manners were rather boring to him anyhow. He could go on at length about the tedious pointlessness of manners.

He gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile when Sebastian admitted that he didn’t remember him. “Did I really make such a fleeting impression?” he teased. “I was your mathematics professor at Oxford. Moriarty. You did very well in my class and I can’t say that for many of my students. You were a natural.”

[ssherlock]

[theholmelessnetwork]

[bredtokill]

Survival of the Fittest

[bredtokill]

softirishwhispers:

Jim stayed in his seat and ended up resting his face on the cool table. He closed his eyes and began to sort his thoughts. He needed them back in their structured order before he began to move forwards again. His web had so many tendrils that swayed in the wind and he needed to anchor each point gently.

By the time Sebastian spoke, he felt much better. He sat up and put his chin on his hands. “Plain toast,” he told Sebastian. “And coffee,” he knew he didn’t have to remind him how he took his coffee.

He took his food and drink and began his usual routine of staring at the wall as if it was fascinating. In reality, he was anywhere but the kitchen. “Quiet,” Jim answered Sebastian’s question. He had a lot of work to do this morning before they began to move the pieces around the board.

Sebastian expected a response like that from Jim when he was in this kind of mood. His employer was always like this when he was thinking. It was a good thing that his training as a sniper had given him an ability to be both silent and patient. Though having a tablet that helped him catch up and get organized made it easier to eat silently while Jim made whatever plans he made.

He set his plate and coffee down then retrieved his tablet and after a moment of consideration his laptop. It wasn’t unusual for Jim to decide that he needed something Sebsatian was using and grab it without a word or apology. It was best if Sebastian prepared for this. Getting angry wasn’t an option nor was it helpful, giving Jim something far more useful to take was a better option.

Sebastian set the laptop down between them and began looking through his tablet. There were a few job offers that looked interesting, but he doubted that he’d have the time. It was too early to start getting Jim’s clothes or electronics and he’d have to wait to get the details on the latter. There was a message from the cleaner along with a bill. Apparently the dead man had a few things on his person that the cleaner thought he should know about. It was all in their code and he knew where to pick up the package of items without any kind of directions. As soon as he knew details he’d inform Jim no doubt if there was a mess to clean up Sebastian would be taking care of it.

Once he was finished with work related things he looked through the news. As always he startd local then branched out. Until Jim spoke the only sounds in the room were the noise his mug made when he set it down and the noises he made refilling their cups as needed.

[softirishwhispers]

Jim continued his staring contest with the wall for a long while. So long as Sebastian didn’t touch him, he would stay in this state for as long as he needed. 

Without a word, Jim grabbed the laptop and logged on to it. He had been able to do a lot of work from his phone, but he was going to have to do the rest from a real computer. He silently typed away and scanned through several articles and reports for a long while before he looked up at Sebastian.

“Euros.”

He waited for Sebastian’s reaction to the name, wondering if he’d made it that far into the instructions that he’d left for him. It would decide his next move. 

[bredtokill]

How to Care For Tigers

@softirishwhispers

Sebastian had no idea how long he’d been in hospital.  His fevered delirium made time pass him by without his notice.  The nurses learned quickly to keep him strapped down and stay out of arms reach unless they had to.  When roused Sebastian quickly became violent.  In the haze of his fever he shouted in various bits of various languages he picked up during his education and his deployment abroad.  The doctors were shocked at his strength, even during the worst parts of his illness his grip was like iron.

Finally his fever broke and his infection began to clear,  Sebastian gradually came back to himself.  There was no word from the Brotherhood.  Not even a coded message outside of his window or something smuggled into his room.  As he lay in bed recovering the feeling of being abandoned grew.  He had some savings, but it wouldn’t last him long in London.  There would likely be little help from the Brotherhood on that score.  As his bitterness grew so did his anger.  He felt as if they’d lied to him, taken him for a fool and now the joke was on him.  He almost died to complete one of their missions, but they had no time for him.

He woke one afternoon to discover that he had a visitor.  The man seemed familiar, but for the moment Sebastian couldn’t place him.

[softirishwhispers]

Professor James Moriarty had pegged Sebastian Moran for an Assassin the moment the man had walked into his classroom. He’d said nothing to the young Assassin then. He’d had no reason to, not until he’d learned more about him. As time passed, he saw in Sebastian things that he knew neither the Order or the Brotherhood would understand. He’d remembered when the man graduated and left for the military and he had made a note to keep marks on the man.

Given time to grow, he would be a very useful ally.

James was very patient and when he received word that his old student was back in the city and terribly ill, he’d taken it upon himself to pay him a visit. For the first few weeks, he had been turned away because Sebastian was too dangerous, too violent in his current condition. He came back every few days to check, but the story was rather similar. 

One of the nurses made the passing comment that he was Sebastian’s only visitor. He waited until she was out of sight before he smiled.

Finally, he had been admitted to see Sebastian. When he entered the room, he removed his hat and gave his former student a smile that didn’t touch his eyes. “Sebastian Moran. I am relieved to see that you are feeling better. May I sit?”

[softirishwhispers]

Spinning a Web

The Moriarty family had long been part of The Order of the Knights Templar. As soon as their parents could teach them, James and his brothers were schooled in the ways of their organization. They were taught their rules quickly. Their lessons were always stories of how freedom bred conflict, not peace.

He learned of wars. He learned of battles. He learned of deaths and the horrible atrocities that had been committed in the name of freedom. Free will, mother said, was a poison that corrupted the mind and spirit. Animals lived and died by their free will. Humans needed to overcome their free will, their selfish desires to transcend the chaos and madness of our civilization. Free will was the enemy. Order and structure were the paths to peace.

James listened to his mother and father. He listened to all of their lessons. He took them and he rolled them around in his mind. He learned of the war that he was born to fight against an order who spoke of peace by using the tools of chaos. 

All he could imagine was how profitable it would be to be caught in the middle.

He cared nothing for the wars or the mission or the Order. To voice such opinions would mean his death. Instead, he upheld the three tenets of the Order reverently. Only his brothers questioned his devotion, but they were still ruled by their own desires and they knew that he could and would stop them in their tracks as easily as he would cut a stray thread from his tailored suits.

When their parents died, his brothers dove further into the Order. One rose quickly in ranks, his eyes set on the Black Cross. The other sought to serve through his lifelong passion and rose through the ranks of his occupation to become the Station Master. 

James, however, claimed that he needed time and distance to cope with such loss. Instead of staying so close to the Order, they assigned him to continue his educational prospects. It would be a good idea to have students, and later professors, at the major educational institutions, James reasoned. What a better time to find those outside of the Order or the Brotherhood who are looking for a true and better path to walk in their lives?

Only his brothers suspected ill-intent. The rest of the Order enjoyed his plan and he was sent to Cambridge and later became the mathematics professor at Oxford. 

He had his leash from the Order, but it was not nearly so tight as they liked to believe. 

[knightwayne]

Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. 

assassin’s creed + jim moriarty and sebastian moran ▷ requested by @ladyahsoka

[king-moriarty-sherlocked]

Jim looked unnecessarily good in this scene😍😍

[bredtokill]

Survival of the Fittest

[bredtokill]

softirishwhispers:

Jim grinned when Sebastian agreed to the deal. it was a game they constantly played. Five quid meant nothing to either of them, but it was an easy way to keep score. 

“I’ll tell you when,” Jim assured him. He had a bit more catching up to do to make sure that everything was in place for Sebastian to meet up with Miss Molly. In other people, the mention of dating Molly might have brought up memories of their times together. Times when they’d cuddled on the couch, when he’d taught her to use different functions on her computer, or of the times he comforted her when Sherlock had been less than gentle with his words. 

Instead, his mind was only full of plans. With other people he could have claimed it was what Hell had done to him, but he was never one to lie to himself.

Jim went to the kitchen, noting Seb’s movements out of habit than anything else. He took his seat at the kitchen table and put his head in his hands, trying to organize his thoughts. He’d never liked waking up in the morning. Things were always scrambled, but it had gotten much worse since his return.

He found himself laughing cynically. “Perhaps it scrambled something after all.”

Jim considered Seb’s question for a moment before nodding. “Some toast,” he told him. He always wanted something plain when he felt a mess.

Sebastian nodded and made a mental note to look over Molly’s details as soon as possible. Jim would tell him when to start, but he needed to figure out the rest of it. There was no concern that there would be complications because of the relationship his boss had with her. She was a pawn, a means to an end. All she would be was a way to keep tabs on Sherlock. This wasn’t the first time he’d done a job like this for Jim.

He said nothing when Jim asked for toast just put two slices of bread in the toaster. Even though it as early he decided that he may as well eat something. The place was well stocked so he busied himself preparing to make scrambled eggs while he waited for the coffee to brew.

As soon as the coffeemaker gurgled he poured a cup for Jim and gave it to him. A moment later the toast popped up and he put it on a plate. “You want anything on your toast?” he asked.

Once Jim was served he poured his own cup of coffee and drank it as he made his eggs. If Jim decided he wanted something more or something else entirely, Sebastian would make it for him. That was how it all worked. His first priority was always making sure Jim had what he wanted, if that meant he ate his breakfast cold or drank his coffee cold then so be it. It was always worth it to keep Jim happy.

“Need anything else, boss?” he asked as he dumped his eggs onto a plate.

[softirishwhispers]

Jim stayed in his seat and ended up resting his face on the cool table. He closed his eyes and began to sort his thoughts. He needed them back in their structured order before he began to move forwards again. His web had so many tendrils that swayed in the wind and he needed to anchor each point gently.

By the time Sebastian spoke, he felt much better. He sat up and put his chin on his hands. “Plain toast,” he told Sebastian. “And coffee,” he knew he didn’t have to remind him how he took his coffee.

He took his food and drink and began his usual routine of staring at the wall as if it was fascinating. In reality, he was anywhere but the kitchen. “Quiet,” Jim answered Sebastian’s question. He had a lot of work to do this morning before they began to move the pieces around the board.

[incorrectbbcsherlockquotes]

Sebastian: Where’re you going?

Jim: To either get ice cream or commit a felony.

Sebastian:

Jim: I’ll decide in the car.

[the-write-ideas]

You taste of tragedy.   Your lips are ash. Your hands are stone. Inside your chest Lies crumbling walls.   And in your throat Are the embers of Empires that burned Before your eyes.

W.  (via the-write-ideas)