#basher moran

[tigerbasher]

Jim: [ roped into a Bullingdon style boat party ] Have you seen Carson? My 7th favourite can't be missing out tonight. Find him.

Sebastian: [ using an empty beer bottle as a telescope, eventually shoving one end down his pants and peering through the other. clearly intoxicated ]

Jim: [ scanning everybody's faces, attention elsewhere from Sebastian ]

Sebastian: It's a sea monster!

Sam: A sea monster? Is it big?

Sebastian: It's massive!

Sam: ... is it angry?

Sebastian: No... it's very, very sad.

Jim: [ snatching the bottle ] Stop messing around, 'Bastian. This is serious.

Sebastian: ... threw Carson out some miles ago, bastard ain't having more action than me tonight. Might've drowned by now.

( based on ben nickless (smee) / jason manford (captain hook) in the pantomime adventures of peter pan )

[tigerbasher]

Jim: I need photographic evidence that you have completed your task, Moran.

Sebastian:

[bashingboundaries]

Took this picture three days ago, a little after dawn.

Not bad for a phone camera, don’t you think? - SM

[bashingboundaries]

Well, the heatwave was nice while it lasted. - SM

[bashingboundaries]

I love racing.

It’s the adrenaline, of course, but it’s calming, too: an ideal mixture of the excitement of hand to hand combat and all the focus and quietness of a perfect sniper shot.

I’ll admit, it feels good to be able to achieve that perfect stillness of mind and deep satisfaction without having to kill anyone, for a change.

[irregolar-mente]

A bad manip of our bad boys, because reasons.

[irregolar-mente]

Hello my darlings, here’s a portrait of my beautiful son.

Edit: this is getting so much more love than I expected and I’m overwhelmed. Love y’all for loving him.

[zaganthi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

“You thought I did not value anything save your services.” James nodded. ”I see.” He paced for a moment, thoughtful in his movement. ”I assumed that my regard was implicit in the fact that day after day, even year on year you were still alive. I do not regard emotion as worthy of thought so I do not speak of it. Did you never inquire as to your predecessors?”

I’d honestly assumed my predecessors were in a burlap bag at the bottom of the Thames, weighted down with things that amused Moriarty. A bicycle wheel; part of a hearse; a pile of guns. “Were there any?”

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Professor Moriarty: The Hound of the D'Urbervilles - Kim Newman

Relationship: Sebastian Moran & Jim Moriarty

Additional Tags: Codependency; sans sex