Dear Jim,

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fathermoriarty:

willyoufixitforme:

I’ve had a woman before.  I’ve killed before.  I’m more a man then any of my brothers.

And this suppose to impress me, James? Because you’re failing to do so. 

I don’t need to impress you.

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willyoufixitforme:

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willyoufixitforme:

[Delicate brows lift at this, one hand moving down to gently run over his neck as he thought about it.  Could be worth a try.]

And the most recent one?

_{[The most recent one was… different. Sebastian chuckled, looking at Jim.]}

_{You tied me ta the bed, gagged me, an’ fucked me with a vibrator.}

_{[Turning around, the sniper opened the fridge, pulling out a beer. Popping the cap, he turned back to his boss, taking a swig of the bitter liquid.]}

… Was it big? 

[Ever curious, Jim moves to his feet as well, intent on getting himself a drink.  However, Jim though moves to a cabinet.  No beer for him, hard Liquors only.  Whiskey?  No.  Bourbon?  No. Scotch.]

_{[Sebastian snorted.]}

_{Yea’, it was. An’ you kep’ mumblin’ shit like how you loved ta watch me writhe an’ moan beneath ya’.}

_{[Before he even realized it, the sniper was done with half of the bottle. So much for making it last.]}

Mm.  Well, it would be.  You’re a proud man, it would be fun to have you begging.

[He says this so simply, pouring himself a small glass before leaning against the counter as well to watch the sniper react.]

Good stretch, I hope?

fathermoriarty:

willyoufixitforme:

I had a place for ten years.  Now I don’t.

I’m not a little boy, Jonathan. 

But you surely aren’t a man either.

I’ve had a woman before.  I’ve killed before.  I’m more a man then any of my brothers.

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willyoufixitforme:

[Delicate brows lift at this, one hand moving down to gently run over his neck as he thought about it.  Could be worth a try.]

And the most recent one?

_{[The most recent one was… different. Sebastian chuckled, looking at Jim.]}

_{You tied me ta the bed, gagged me, an’ fucked me with a vibrator.}

_{[Turning around, the sniper opened the fridge, pulling out a beer. Popping the cap, he turned back to his boss, taking a swig of the bitter liquid.]}

… Was it big? 

[Ever curious, Jim moves to his feet as well, intent on getting himself a drink.  However, Jim though moves to a cabinet.  No beer for him, hard Liquors only.  Whiskey?  No.  Bourbon?  No. Scotch.]

With Victorian James Moriarty, he was the oldest of three brothers.

Professor Moriarty

Colonel Moriarty

Stationmaster Moriarty.

And the patriarch of all, James Moriarty SR.

When Moriarty Sr. had his first son, he was proud.  He cherished him and taught him and praised him, up until his tenth birthday when he was no longer worth of any simple acknowledgement.

So he had another son, and the same thing happened to this James, but not before he learned that he could do anything to his older brother without getting in trouble.

Fortunately, the children stopped coming at three.  So the youngest James Moriarty was raised as the pride as the family for his whole life, praise, anything he wanted, never at fault when he did something, and no matter what he did to his older brothers, their father would favor him.

This is The Canon.

Seeing as this version of Jim is on the younger scale of people,  I’ve swapped the birth order, and changed a little around.

Stationmaster was the oldest, and their father never stopped caring about him.

When the Colonel was born,  James Sr, barely had time for him, but he still had enough in him to remotely care.

By the time our Jimmy came around, James Sr. didn’t care at all, and let others raise him.  Completely ignored, and unwanted.

And that is my headcanon.

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willyoufixitforme:

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willyoufixitforme:

Story first, I’ll see if it’s worth the payment.

[It was a simple enough statement, and soon Jim is settled in his favorite chair, legs crossed at the knee and his hands resting on the armrests.  Like a king in his throne.]

Now… What was the first dream?

_{[Leaning onto the counter behind him, Sebastian placed a hand on his chin in mock thought. As if he didn’t remember the dreams like the back of his hand. Chuckling a bit, he eyed the man sitting in the chair before him.]}

_{Firs’ one wasn’ tha’ bad. Simple. You, on your knees, suckin’ my cock.}

_{[The memory flooded his head and he couldn’t help the grin that came along with it.]}

I can’t imagine that was a fun thing to wake up to.  Most don’t handle waking up knowing they want to have sex with their boss… Let alone their same sex boss.

[Jim shifts slightly in his chair, one hand lifting to rub at his brow.]

Next?

_{After the third time, I gave up tryin’. It seemed ta be a los’ cause.}

_{[Shrugging his shoulders, Sebastian continued.]}

_{The secon’ time, you rode my cock.}

Your dreams have to get better…

[Jim sighs, tilting his head back before taking a deep breath.  These were typical dreams, then again, that wasn’t too surprising, Sebastian was his ‘live in’.]

Next.

_{Apparen’ly, my imagination made you inta’ erotic asphyxiation, so you made me choke you while I fucked you so har’ inta’ the mattress the whole block coul’ ‘ear you screamin’ my name.}

_{[Sebastian shrugged, the words coming out his mouth nonchalantly. It wasn’t like they’d bother the consulting criminal. Nothing ever bothered him.]} 

[Delicate brows lift at this, one hand moving down to gently run over his neck as he thought about it.  Could be worth a try.]

And the most recent one?

fathermoriarty:

willyoufixitforme:

I’ve got a perfectly sound thought process, Jonathan.

Perhaps you’re thinking of your other son.  If you still consider us part of your brood after your latest heir.

Jonathan?

Know your place, James Moriarty.

I had a place for ten years.  Now I don’t.

I’m not a little boy, Jonathan.