apinchofsanity:

MorMor Au Amnesiac Jim

Jim intended to die when he shot himself in the head on the top of Saint Bart’s roof. Instead he walked away with major damage to the Hippocampus, destroying any previous memories of his 37 years of life. Sebastian ever the faithful companion elects to protect his ex boss from the shadows. It proves to be harder than he thought watching the man he loves live a life completely devoid of his existence. 





dynamicasteroidconsultant:

'I don't miss him, 'Gusta.'

'Yes, you do.'

Personal headcanon: Mary Morstan is Augusta Moran, Sebastian Moran’s younger sister.

Suggested by didyoumotherfuckingmissme





              thebabymoran
"Sebby...I'm hungry and need a place to stay."

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"What have you done this time kiddo?" He groaned and rolled his eyes at her.

Fay bit her lip, “I shot at my old land lord…” She mumbled.

"So what? Ya finished him or not? Cause I won’t clean up your mess anymore." He crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised a brow. He loved her but she was old enough to take care of her own little outbreaks. Sadly he also knew that he would always get her ass out of trouble. No matter what.

Fay frowned, “he lived,” she muttered. “Broke into my place and started doing…stuff.” She sighed, “I just need a bit of help.”

"When that asshole touched you ‘I’ will take care of him." He sighed and walked over to her. With a quick move he pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her for a strong hug. "You know you can stay as long as you want. As long as you cook." Sebastian’s low chuckle vibrated in his chest. Placing a kiss onto her head he still hoped that old bastard hadn’t done anything that would get him a free ticket into the snipers basement.

Fay tensed, a small gasp escaping her before she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist. “hm…that’s fine.” She mumbled quietly, burying her face into his chest. “But don’t worry a-about it, k?” She bit her lip, “Just don’t.”

"Yeah no. You know I take care of you and that arse will die." One of his hands slipped into his jacket and pulled out his phone. With quick finger she wrote his second to kill the landlord in a nice horrible way and continued to hug her. "Stay as long as you like."
It had been some time since both of them lived under one roof, but he could remember how she was when she was younger. The way she sneaked into his room after a nightmare. It made him smile but also miss the time they had…a time without so much death.

Fay sighed, “Really Seb…it was fine.” She mumbled, “It happened once…Just needed a few days away.” She absently played with a front purple streak in her hair, her hands shook and she could barely bring herself to look him in the eye. 

"Again, stay as long as you like." He slowly pushed her away from his chest and looked down at her. "Want a drink or two?"

Fay shook her head, stepping back. “No thanks…trying to slow my alcohol intake.” She murmured, slipping past him to the couch. 

"Well that’s new" he flopped down onto the couch and pulled her back into his arms the moment she sat down. "Anything else you wanna talk about besides that dead landlord of yours?"

She tensed again, a shaky breath escaping her. “um…work. Lots of it.Got a sweet modeling gig for this Alt mag. Gonna work on the contract next week. You?”

He slowly rubbed her back to calm her a bit. “Two tortures and five kills. James is a bit touchy at the moment.” He answered with a little sigh. “Come on. There’s something else. You’re never like this.”

Fay bit her lip, shaking her head. “He’s always touchy.” She grumbled, slowly leaning into him. “Nothing. I’m fine.” She muttered, closing her eyes. 

"God you still suck at lying." He laughed and kissed her head again. Holding her close he just kept sitting there. Glad to know she was ok and with him now.





              imsebastianbitch
Ok so this is going to be awkward. So let's do it! "I want the K."

thebabymoran:

7. Eskimo Kiss:

In an Eskimo kiss, two people rub their noses back and forth against each other. It’s based on real kisses that people in Eskimo cultures give their friends. Just like with lip kisses, Eskimo kisses are best executed with your eyes closed.

He was tense, she could tell. Sebastian had gotten home much later than normal and obviously something was upsetting him. Fay bit her lip, watching as Sebastian poured another drink and downed it. 

"Sebby?" Fay murmured, shuffling closer to him. She gently nudged his legs apart and sat on one. "What’s wrong?" She felt him grunt in reply and pouted. "Talk to me." Her fingers clutching his chin and she tilted his head down to her before pressing their noses together. "I’m not gonna stop this until you smile." She sung softly, rubbing their noses together.





              thebabymoran
"Sebby...I'm hungry and need a place to stay."

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"What have you done this time kiddo?" He groaned and rolled his eyes at her.

Fay bit her lip, “I shot at my old land lord…” She mumbled.

"So what? Ya finished him or not? Cause I won’t clean up your mess anymore." He crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised a brow. He loved her but she was old enough to take care of her own little outbreaks. Sadly he also knew that he would always get her ass out of trouble. No matter what.

Fay frowned, “he lived,” she muttered. “Broke into my place and started doing…stuff.” She sighed, “I just need a bit of help.”

"When that asshole touched you ‘I’ will take care of him." He sighed and walked over to her. With a quick move he pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her for a strong hug. "You know you can stay as long as you want. As long as you cook." Sebastian’s low chuckle vibrated in his chest. Placing a kiss onto her head he still hoped that old bastard hadn’t done anything that would get him a free ticket into the snipers basement.

Fay tensed, a small gasp escaping her before she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist. “hm…that’s fine.” She mumbled quietly, burying her face into his chest. “But don’t worry a-about it, k?” She bit her lip, “Just don’t.”

"Yeah no. You know I take care of you and that arse will die." One of his hands slipped into his jacket and pulled out his phone. With quick finger she wrote his second to kill the landlord in a nice horrible way and continued to hug her. "Stay as long as you like."
It had been some time since both of them lived under one roof, but he could remember how she was when she was younger. The way she sneaked into his room after a nightmare. It made him smile but also miss the time they had…a time without so much death.

Fay sighed, “Really Seb…it was fine.” She mumbled, “It happened once…Just needed a few days away.” She absently played with a front purple streak in her hair, her hands shook and she could barely bring herself to look him in the eye. 

"Again, stay as long as you like." He slowly pushed her away from his chest and looked down at her. "Want a drink or two?"

Fay shook her head, stepping back. “No thanks…trying to slow my alcohol intake.” She murmured, slipping past him to the couch. 

"Well that’s new" he flopped down onto the couch and pulled her back into his arms the moment she sat down. "Anything else you wanna talk about besides that dead landlord of yours?"

She tensed again, a shaky breath escaping her. “um…work. Lots of it.Got a sweet modeling gig for this Alt mag. Gonna work on the contract next week. You?”

He slowly rubbed her back to calm her a bit. “Two tortures and five kills. James is a bit touchy at the moment.” He answered with a little sigh. “Come on. There’s something else. You’re never like this.”









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              thebabymoran
"Sebby...I'm hungry and need a place to stay."

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"What have you done this time kiddo?" He groaned and rolled his eyes at her.

Fay bit her lip, “I shot at my old land lord…” She mumbled.

"So what? Ya finished him or not? Cause I won’t clean up your mess anymore." He crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised a brow. He loved her but she was old enough to take care of her own little outbreaks. Sadly he also knew that he would always get her ass out of trouble. No matter what.

Fay frowned, “he lived,” she muttered. “Broke into my place and started doing…stuff.” She sighed, “I just need a bit of help.”

"When that asshole touched you ‘I’ will take care of him." He sighed and walked over to her. With a quick move he pulled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her for a strong hug. "You know you can stay as long as you want. As long as you cook." Sebastian’s low chuckle vibrated in his chest. Placing a kiss onto her head he still hoped that old bastard hadn’t done anything that would get him a free ticket into the snipers basement.

Fay tensed, a small gasp escaping her before she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist. “hm…that’s fine.” She mumbled quietly, burying her face into his chest. “But don’t worry a-about it, k?” She bit her lip, “Just don’t.”

"Yeah no. You know I take care of you and that arse will die." One of his hands slipped into his jacket and pulled out his phone. With quick finger she wrote his second to kill the landlord in a nice horrible way and continued to hug her. "Stay as long as you like."
It had been some time since both of them lived under one roof, but he could remember how she was when she was younger. The way she sneaked into his room after a nightmare. It made him smile but also miss the time they had…a time without so much death.

Fay sighed, “Really Seb…it was fine.” She mumbled, “It happened once…Just needed a few days away.” She absently played with a front purple streak in her hair, her hands shook and she could barely bring herself to look him in the eye. 

"Again, stay as long as you like." He slowly pushed her away from his chest and looked down at her. "Want a drink or two?"

Fay shook her head, stepping back. “No thanks…trying to slow my alcohol intake.” She murmured, slipping past him to the couch. 

"Well that’s new" he flopped down onto the couch and pulled her back into his arms the moment she sat down. "Anything else you wanna talk about besides that dead landlord of yours?"





burningtheheartoutofyou:

Jim has good days and bad days. On good days he can work efficiently for hours on end. On bad days he can hardly concentrate. Overexertion leaves him stressed and frustrated, causing violent outbursts. Sebastian is the only one who can calm him down.