#mor4

BBC Sherlock (no crossovers)

Ships: Mormor, Johnlock, Sheriarty, Johniarty, Johnbastian, Jimcest, Severich, Sevrich, Morancest, Mor4, Mystrade, MorJohnMor, MorBrookMor

AUs: A/B/O, Royalty, Mpreg, Teenagers, Greasers, Professor/Student, Werewolf/Vampire/Supernatural Creatures

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I'm 27 years old, nonbinary. I've been roleplaying on for 12 or 13 years predominantly through omegle and email. I like hurt/comfort and cozy vibes for the most part lately, but am not necessarily limited to that.

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A/N: @devil_in_westwood on Instagram has the absolute best Mormor incorrect quotes on any site. They are top tier and I decided to write a fic on one of them. I’ll probably do more in the future when I’m in the mood, but for now I’m feeding all the people hungry for Mormor content. Unbeta’d as always because I’m sleepy.

“Sebastian: What makes you think I know what he’s doing?

Sherlock: You’re his second in command, his lover, his weakness. You must know something.

Sebastian, grinning: See, that’s where you’re wrong, Virgin. I may be many things to the Boss, but a weakness? He’d never allow it. I don’t know shit for that exact reason, so good luck trying to stop him.”

Pairings: Sebastian Moran x Jim Moriarty, slight Severin Moran x Richard Brook

Summary: Jim was going to give Sebastian hell for being captured by Sherlock Holmes. If Sebastian can manage not to go insane with Sherlock’s constant droning that is. The Holmes brothers were terrible at interrogation.

Word count: 1,159

Warnings: referenced/implied of torture, reference/implied abuse, reference/implied drug use

Sebastian forgot to water his plants. That was his only concern as he regained consciousness. His legs were tied to the legs of the chair he sat in, his arms tied behind his back. It was very much something out of an American film if not for the clearly Englishman in front of him.

Sherlock Holmes was a menace to society. Worse, he was a menace to Jim Moriarty and Sebastian can’t have that. So yes, he may or may not have willingly been caught just to keep an eye on Sherlock. He would never admit it to Jim. Knowing the crazed Irishman, Jim might do something rash if he found out that Sebastian was in Sherlock’s care.

“Good, you’re awake,” Sherlock said in place of greeting, definitely high on something from the way he was leaping from floor to sofa. Looking around with half shut eyes Sebastian recognized the room as one he was forced to watch for days. Sherlock’s living room looked cozy enough. Though the chair he was currently tired to leave much to be desired. “You’d be of no use to me dead.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. If he had a pound for every time he heard that he’d have enough to rival the allowance Jim gave him. What good could a man be dead? Besides Sherlock Holmes that is, but the man had faked his death.

Unoriginal bastard.

“What do you want from me?”

“I know Moriarty is alive.” Sherlock stared at Sebastian with the hazy look of a man who had snorted more than he should. It was an accusatory expression. “I want to know exactly what he is planning. If he wanted to stay dead he wouldn’t have made himself known so obviously.” Sherlock shook his head and leapt onto his desk. The piles of papers haphazardly balanced on the desk fell with a flourish. “Please,” Sherlock spat, “Cornering and capturing John is such an overused move.”

Sebastian raised his brow at that. He was not aware of the capture of Watson. Jim hated the blonde more than he hated Sebastian most days. And that was saying something. What was Jim planning?

“What makes you think I know what he’s doing?” Sebastian peered up at the curly haired detective, licking his chapped lips. He was unsure how long he had been out but by the fact there was no light from the open curtains he had been unconscious for at least a day.

“You’re his second in command,” Sherlock bounded from the desk and Sebastian gained a migraine from trying to track him. “His lover,” he continued from the kitchen archway. Sebastian was getting sick of this very quickly.

“His weakness,” the detective hissed from the hall. “You must know something.”

Sebastian grinned at Sherlock’s words. How could someone who claimed to be so smart be such an idiot? “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Virgin. I may be many things to the Boss, but a weakness?” Sebastian’s canines stuck out when he smiled, his expression always lopsided. “He’d never allow it. I don’t know shit for that exact reason, so good luck trying to stop him.”

Sherlock paused, seemingly put out by Sebastian. His eyes went blank just as Jim’s would when he went mad. Something having to do with their mind empires if Sebastian had to guess. It always gave him the creeps how people could shut down like that. Richard had the same ability and Sebastian had received many calls from a concerned Severin over the years. Sherlock was debating something over in his head and that could not mean good things for Sebastian.

“You’re expendable?” Sherlock asked the question the same way a child would. He was completely clueless to the answer but just as curious.

Sebastian hummed non committedly before shrugging, “That’s one way to see it. Sure.”

“No, no, that can’t be right.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. If the boss really had a weakness then you’ve gotten the wrong bloke because it’s not me.” Sebastian watched as Sherlock rearranged things in his mind to cater to the new information Sebastian provided. “I didn’t even know that he captured your little soldier. Jim isn’t a fan of keeping me in the loop when it comes to things he knows I’ll disagree with.”

“You’re wrong. You must be,” Sherlock’s words rang, only half hearing Sebastian’s words. “You’re not just some worker to him. You can’t be.” Sebastian tried to interrupt to correct him but Sherlock would not have it. “No, no, if you were just another ant in his endless hill then the video I sent him just hours ago would be useless. I spent hours on it, making sure everything appeared real enough to fool even him.”

“What sort of video did you send him?” Sebastian was skeptical. He was rethinking his plan of watching over Sherlock by being captured. If Sherlock sent Jim some sort of messed up sex tape while he was out than he was dead. Jim would not take well to his toys being played by others.

Sherlock locked eyes with Sebastian, his features suddenly clear of all its drug influence. Holmes looked completely sober as if he had been faking it the whole time. Sebastian had been tricked into something he was not going to enjoy. “Oh, just the video of me beating you to the brink of death.”

A bullet whizzed through the air merely a hair away from Sherlock’s ear. Blood dripped from the side of his head where the bullet grazed his skin. He smiled and it was worse than any Sebastian had seen before. “He’s just on time. I do love a punctual man.”

“On time? On time for what, Virgin?” Sebastian questioned, uncaring about his panic if it meant he lived. “Whatever you did, it's not worth it. Don’t you value your life or your soldier’s?”

The pound of a dozen and some footsteps sounded from the stairwell. Their steps were the heaviness of armed men and women. “Here I thought you meant nothing to him.” Sherlock was giddy. That was the only way to describe his expression.

“His wrath isn’t worth it I promise you. Let me talk to him and I’ll clear everything up as a big misunderstanding,” Sebastian pleaded for Sherlock’s life. For his own. For that of his plants. “I let you kidnap me, alright? If he knows the truth he might go easy on you. Think about your kid, your blonde.” Sebastian wasn’t getting to him. He had planned to observe Sherlock, not sign his death certificate.

Grinding his teeth Sebastian hissed, “You were right. So please, I’m begging you, Sherlock. Let me talk to Jim first.”

I’m so deep in the MorMor fandom that I keep seeing Sebastian Moran instead of Erik Lehnsherr every time I watch the X-Men movies, so it was only a matter of time before this AU happened.

This was co-written with my amazing friend @just-a-little-unionoid. Here’s the first part, the rest is being written right now.

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Character introductions

Jim and Richard are twins and have more or less the same mutation. They have a visible mutation and an invisible one: Jim has magpie wings and Richard has snow owl wings. They can also implant extremely realistic and vivid illusions in people’s minds; but that has the same effect on them (they see the illusion the same way). Additionally, if they “think too loud” their power starts involuntarily. They’ve had their wings since birth, but the invisible part of their mutation only developed later in life and required a lot of time and practice to control. Jim controls it perfectly and uses it as a tool or a weapon in his job. Richard controls it more or less but has trouble with it sometimes. Without any training, their ability works like a defence mechanism and is triggered by dangerous or stressful situations.

Jim and Richard were bullied in school because of their mutation, particularly by Carl Powers. They illusion power hadn’t developed yet so they had no way of protecting themselves or retaliating. Instead, Jim murdered Carl.

When the invisible part of their mutation developed, Jim and Richard were incorrectly diagnosed with schizophrenia, until someone noticed that their hallucinations also affected others around them.

Sebastian has superhuman sight. It’s one of those completely invisible and very useful mutations. For most of his younger life, he didn’t even know he was a mutant, and just assumed that he had a very good eyesight. It’s a gift that ran in the family, and his father Augustus had the same. However, he had always been fiercely protective of mutants, because of his younger brother and the way he was treated.

Severin can locally alter reality, in a completely random and uncontrollable way. It is temporary for some changes, and permanent for others (there again, it’s completely random). That power isn’t active all the time, but it is completely uncontrollable, no matter how much Severin tries to practice and control it. It is a highly incapacitating power, which earned him to spend his whole childhood and the beginning of his adult life locked up at home, and being treated like a freak by everyone. His eyes are entirely blue.

Jim and Richard were born in 1942. Sebastian was born in 1940, and Severin in 1945.

Jim and Richard are both gay as hell, Sebastian is bisexual, and Severin is asexual.

Jim’s code name is “the Magpie” or “Mr M”, Sebastian is “Tiger’s eye”, Richard is “the Storyteller”, and Severin is “Glitch”.

Jim- blood on white marble, academic books, quick and dangerous wit and intelligence, vintage furniture, thick accents, either being obsessed with something or not caring at all, being lost in the stars, hoarse moans, only soft for your loved ones, "daarling"

Sebastian- leather and cigarettes, bottling up emotions, heavy music and long cold nights, sarcasm, "touch him and i'll fucking kill you", spicy chai tea, being an expert at your profession, self sacrificing 24/7

Severin- ambition, being the younger, pressured brother, vintage revolvers, irish whiskey, totally had an emo phase in highschool, tries his best, actually a huge softie but hides it, the grunge aesthetic

1 - First day

Severin Moran hated the countryside. All his life he had lived in cities, first in London with his brother, then in Cardiff for his studies as a railway technician, and in Brighton for his first job. He didn’t like the countryside; calm and silence could be relaxing, but in the long run they were mostly boring, and had a knack for driving him mad.

After a long period of editing (aka gathering dust in my drawers), here is the first chapter of First steps ! This fanfic tells the story of Richard Brook and Severin Moran, from their first meeting to... well, you’ll see ;)

There are 8 chapters, which will be published once every few days.

Read it on AO3