William x Louis James Moriarty
Moriarty the Patriot

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William x Louis James Moriarty
Moriarty the Patriot

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Nooo come back to me!
Jimcest where Jim made Richie steal a necklace because he stole his Teddy but not really and he was teasing him about it??? Please find me!
http://logs.omegle.com/ac607a2
No srsly someone rp this with me i really wanna use it you can be anyone at this point juST PLEASE GOD RP IT WITH ME
Gently fingering the collar, Richard studied himself in the mirror, taking in his new appearance. The last collar had been a simple strand of cracked leather, something old that wouldn’t impress anyone. Now, though, the collar was newly polished black leather, his name etched into the front at his throat and his master’s initials at the back. Looking into the mirror, Richard hummed softly to himself, his fingers slipping into the space between the leather and his neck. It was nice, he decided, and he liked it well enough. “Really nice,” Richard mumbled to himself, before turning to the bed and grabbing up his shirt.
Just plz shoot me an ask or something i will give you my email
Things I need more of in my life:
Jim Moriarty/Richard "Brook" Moriarty
Jim Moriarty/Richard "Brook" Moriarty/Sebastian Moran
Sebastian Moran/John Watson
Jim Moriarty/John Watson
Things that I am not getting enough of:
See above
AND ALSO BROOKIARTY LOVE CONFESSIONS AAAAHHHH-chokes and dies because no one should ship potential twins that much unless they're hosts and ginger omg
(I’ve never done Richard before unless it’s Jim being him so don’t blame me if he sucks okay)
Richard fidgets nervously as Jim ruffles up his hair, eyes soft and wide as they watch his brother. They should be mirror images of each other, but personality bleeds through into appearance. Jim is sharp, cold, controlled. Even stripped of his sharp suits and designer labels, he can strike the fear of God into Richard clad in loose fitting pyjama bottoms and a v-neck. Has done several times. Richard on the other hand is soft, warm, undeniably gentle.
Jim steps back, admiring his now disheveled hair. He unbuttons another button on the shirt he’s dressed Richard in and the other man pulls his sleeves down over his hands in a nervous motion. He thought he had escaped Jim, broke away from his influence. He hadn’t heard from his brother in years, but it would seem all it takes is Jim snapping his fingers and Rich will come running back. Well, that and one lap dog assassin who’s willing to fetch when Jim tells him.
“I don’t want to do this.” His voice is weak even to his own ears, no bite to it. Not like Jim’s. Jim looks like he’s about to smirk at the pathetic effort, but he hides it easily and puts a hand to Richard’s cheek. Richard nearly flinches away to the touch but manages to hold his ground. No. He won’t give in to Jim. They’re not children anymore. He’s not some small, timid thing that Jim can order about.
Except he kind of is.
“Richie,” Jim purrs, voice low and soft, like velvet or melted chocolate, something comforting and lovely. Richard knows it’s an act, knows that Jim can slip in and out of character just as easily as he can, but something in him relaxes at the sound. “You’ll do this one little thing for me, won’t you? For your brother?”
Richard’s lips part to argue that it’s not a ‘little thing’, that Jim is asking him to sacrifice his identity, his career, everything he is and has just for his stupid little game. Jim doesn’t give him that chance to get out words.
“I love you, Rich. Do this for me.”
Richard knows it’s a lie. Part of him flares up angrily at the words. Jim doesn’t love him. Jim doesn’t love anyone except perhaps himself, but the same part of him that softened at the purring voice squirms hopefully. He’s wanted to hear those words for years. He doesn’t dare believe them, but his body leans slightly closer without his consent. With a sigh of defeat the resistance drains from him.
“I love you, Jim.” He raises a hand, laying it over the one on his cheek. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“Excellent.” Jim grins, clearly pleased by this. He pulls his hand back, twirling and pacing out of the room, shouting instructions to Sebastian. Richard stands alone in Jim’s bedroom. A broken shell of a man looks back at him from the mirror. He takes in his new appearance. Fragile. Disheveled. Scared.
Slowly, he lowers his hand from his cheek.

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