I wanted to use the rifle, I wanted it so bad and I know it's what Dad would have done but it's always good to set the fundations of your reputations so... After following Blackwell I had enough to bring him to his knees.
In the morning a waitress uniform allowed me to hear and record his voice bribing two of Mycroft's men which I won't uncover yet, it's good to have an ace up your sleeve from time to time and it's always good to have a Holmes owing you one.
At lunch I found that he has a girlfriend, by the colour of her hair and the excessive amount of make up she's probably in her late twenties, one of those girls obsessed with the pass of time and catching a husband... Except Blackwell already has a wife, who's house he visited in the middle of the evening. Lovely children, I could bet my monthly allowance they're not his.
Now I can't seem to chose between use a knife, call his wife or tell him the bad news and how he's now in my hands and he'll have to do whatever I want to and whenever I ask him to. I would ask Dad and Pops but I haven't been home in a couple of days so they'll more than likely forbid me from leaving until I'm thirty and have white hairs.
What do I do now? Maybe aunt Irene would help me if I were to ask pretty please?
(Short fluffy parentmor ficklet for the best criminal dad ever.)
It had been a misserable week.
Sebastian had to travel for a job, leaving sick Astrid to Jim.
The man had occational help from Richard but the bulk of the situation fell on him.
In the middle of the night after a good day, where Astrid's cough and runny nose hadn't been that bad, her fever spiked and the exhausted criminal had to do his best to awake himself to tend to the child.
Giving up on waiting on the medication to take effect, and the wet towels to the forehead to help.
He picks up the ill child carrying her to the bathroom, distracting her with a story about adventure and far off lands as the tub filled. And he gently removed Sebastian's light oversized shirt she insisted sleeping in whenever the man was away on business as it was the case.
Sitting her in the cool water as she whinnes and clings to the man's arm as closely as she can, trying not to touch the water too much.
Calming her down.
Jim's hoarsed, & heavy irish brawl, coated with sleep hushes her slightly as he gently pours some of the water over her, explaining why this was necessary.
After some crying from the child and finishing the bath.
The exhausted father scoops up the sniffling child, wrapping her in a towel like a burrito, carrying her back to her room, allowing her back into Sebastian's oversized shirt.
Laying down next to her after drying her hair and checking the fever went down. The man slides into sleep soon after she does, in the middle of a story he was telling her.
Waking up in the morning he finds the small girl with her toy stethoscope pressed against his chest listening attentively.
Seeing him wake up she grins at him.
"You got sick papa, I take care of you now" she smiles proudly and only then, as he sits up he notices the entier pack of Nightmare before christmas bandaids wrappers around them.
Noticing one of them on his hand, assuming the rest where on his face.
Smiling at the child he picks her up cuddling her on his lap.
"Well, aren't I lucky to have such a good doctor carrying for me, huh?" He whispers to her in a hoarsed voice.
As the front door opens, Sebastian's particular boot sounding foot steps aproaching the room follows.
"Jim? Astrid? I'm home!"
Wrote you this ficklet bc sometimes we need some fluffiness in life @bored-moran 💕
Imagine a parent!mor au where Jim teaches their daughter Irish but Seb doesn't understand it and Jim bitches about Seb to the kid (who just laughs at what is said) and Seb is just really frustrated because he KNOWS that they're talking about him but can't work out what they're saying
What happens when you get a massive crush on the Greek Adonis who just started working for your super criminal dads? You date em of course! And get your sister to help cover it up in exchange for a questionable amount of explosive chemicals.
The writing inside was as perfect as the writing on the front, the cheesy lyrics from that Nat King Cole song about love, but what was sewed to the paper left Seb wondering how scarred his daughter will be by the time she’s three.
Because only James Moriarty would sew an actual human heart to a Valentine’s Day card.
Valentine’s Day had never really been a big deal to Sebastian, all he’d do was send a text to Jim and make sure his daughter had heart-shaped pancakes for her breakfast. Simple, easy, all things Seb could manage in less than an hour. Jim would usually take the day off to spend with the two of them, sleeping in for some cuddling—not that the master criminal would ever admit to being the little spoon—and curling up on the couch with Thalia in his lap as they watched a John Wayne movie.
That’s why Seb was so confused when he woke up that morning to find himself alone in bed. Jim’s side was already cold, the blanket and sheet tucked neatly beneath the silk pillow. Furrowing his brows, Seb reluctantly leaves the warmth of the bed and pads across the room to the dresser, digging out of a pair socks to put on before yanking a tee over his head and heading out of the room.
The house was quiet and that put him on edge, used to hearing bickering first thing in the morning over whether cartoons or the morning news was more important. Seb moves down the hall and pops his head into his daughter’s room, finding it empty and the bed made with her stuffed elephant toy sitting perfectly in the middle of a pink, frilly pillow. More confused than ever since his daughter was never awake before seven, he moves into the living room.
That’s where he found them, huddled together over something on the low coffee table, still in their pajamas with tousled hair. It was always weird to see Jim wearing something other than a suit, but to see him in bunny slippers was completely baffling. “Uh,” he manages, head tilted to the side,” Boss?” Jim turns to look at him, then follows his gaze to the slippers with a lazy smile.
“They were a gift,” he answers. “Honeybear forced her mother to order them for me.” Well, that explains why Kelsey had called two weeks ago to ask about Jim’s shoe size. And of course Jim would be wearing them proudly, he was always happy when the two year old bought him something.
“What are the two of you doing up so early?”
“Working on a project.” Seb moved to see what they were working on, but Jim gave him a warning look. “Uh-uh, you go make breakfast and we’ll bring this to you when we’re finished, Tiger.” It wasn’t exactly reassuring, but Thalia was grinning excitedly and Seb figured it couldn’t be anything too awful if it caused that reaction in his little girl.
With a shrug, he moved into the kitchen and got to work. He mixed the pancake ingredients together and poured the batter into an old bottle, squeezing it out into a skillet in the shape of a heart. It was a tradition that he and his ex-wife had started once Thalia could eat solid foods, though the pancakes had been baby-sized back then with just a dollop of whipped cream. At two, Thalia had graduated to larger pancakes and enough whipped cream to spell out her name.
It didn’t take long for the food to get done, Seb moving them to plates and working with the syrup and whipped cream as he waited on the coffee. He was careful not to put too much syrup on Jim’s pancakes, knowing all too well how the man hated getting his hands sticky. It was something that Thalia was beginning to pick up as well, having a small meltdown if she got too dirty, though baby wipes had saved the day on more than one occasion.
By the time he had coffee set on the table and a small cup of juice out for his daughter, the pair in question were making their way into the dining room. Jim had her securely in his arms, but what really caught Sebastian’s attention was the bulky card that Thalia was waving around. “Daddy helped,” she says around a smile.
“Daddy did more than help,” Jim retorts, but his voice was playful. Seb takes the card, smiling at the childish scribbles on the front that were meant to be hearts and Jim’s immaculate cursive spelling out Happy Valentine’s Day Tiger. He flips the cover open, his smile replaced with a frown. The writing inside was as perfect as the writing on the front, the cheesy lyrics from that Nat King Cole song about love, but what was sewed to the paper left Seb wondering how scarred his daughter will be by the time she’s three.
Because only James Moriarty would sew an actual human heart to a Valentine’s Day card.
Sebastian Moran absolutely plays dress up with his daughter, this mother fucking 6'-2" tall, muscular murderer who can easily snap your neck lets a tiny child put makeup on him and do his nails.
Sebastian is the softest, most precious father out there & if you don't think so, you are just wrong.
I don't make the rules.
Got super soft for dad seb at 1:00am bc he would trully be the purest dad.
He would do everything oposit of what his dad did to him.
He would cuddle and kiss his kids all the time
He would wake them up with kisses and tickes in the mornings
He would play non stop with then whenever he had time and if he didn't he'd make time & most likely be late to less important meetings just to spend time with them.
He would try to be the most patient person with his kids when they are frustrated and can't properly express what they are feeling.
He would try not to ever yell at them, he'd make an extra effort to talk softly when he's angry and would never ever ever no matter what hit them. Not even a single smack because that would break him.
He would encourage, support and nurture all their creative ideas.
He would help them make school projects. He'd learn to sew to help make costumes for school plays
He'd learn to braid hair.
He'd just be the best and softest dad & I have so much love for dad Sebastian omg 😭
I have so many more dad sebastian headcanons I would rant about but I'll stop now bc if I keep going we'd be here til season 5 of sherlock airs. Oops, yes I went there 😶
