To Keep On Anyway.

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#jim moriarty
#sebastian moran
#mormor
#fanfiction
#drabble
#I'm in a weird mood so here's these two and sadness

Jim thinks on how he should leave Sebastian in the aftermath of it all.

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One.

It’s the one that he finds himself thinking about the most. How it probably should end. With his lips locked up tight until the very end where everything’s spoken out loud, shout, from the barrel of a gun.

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#mormor
#fanfiction
#jim moriarty
#sebastian moran

■ Reassurance of a Common Neutrality [3/5] Mormor/Severich/Jimcest

Godamnit, this thing is long as hell! Final word count is 6,214. Ugh. But! It is done. So…

Warnings for dub-con and (technically) underage sex as Sebastian is 16. And he’s sort of mentally shot to hell. Oh well.

Enjoy!

AO3: [here]

Also! I HAVE put this story under a ‘read more’! I am so sorry if you’re browsing on your phone and it doesn’t put it under it BUT I HAVE SO I’M SO SORRY I SWEAR I’M NOT DOING THIS ON PURPOSE!

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His teeth are inspected first. A hard grip on his jaw as his lips are pulled out of the way for the inspection. It takes everything in Sebastian’s power not to bite down on the fingers invading his mouth, rolling over his tongue and touching on every tooth, one after the other, and pressing down on the gums, hard, when there isn’t one to find. He’s missing two molars, one on the top and bottom of his left side because he favors the right when he stands to face another. One had been hit out and the other cracked, so he had to pull it himself.

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#sebastian moran
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■ Reassurance of a Common Neutrality [2/5] Mormor/Severich/Jimcest

Next chapter!

Be warned, there are mentions of underage rape in this. Nothing explicit, mind you.

Now, I am off to bed to pass out! Woohoo~

AO3: [here]

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After a while, Sebastian grows accustom to being hungry. After Severin is taken away, he doesn’t eat for two days until the empty ache in his stomach can’t be ignored any longer and he has to crawl over to the meager foods provided to him. He can’t remember ever really being ‘hungry’ before. Of course, he knows the sound of a stomach growling and has whined a time or two whenever supper had been pushed back because their father was coming home later, but this feeling was entirely different. It was a hunger that disappeared after a while, only to return like a punch to the gut. It made him growl and shake, feel too weak to do little more than curl up in his cage and sleep it all away, as if that would make it better. When he does finally eat, when his stubbornness finally stalls for the time being, Sebastian swears he’s never tasted anything so good. It’s only a shred of bread, water, and a piece of some dried meat that Sebastian can’t name but tastes so smoky and salty on his tongue that he’s licking his fingers clean afterwards.

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#mormormor
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#severin moran
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■ Reassurance of a Common Neutrality [1/5] Mormor/Severich/Jimcest

I did a thing and it’s a stupid thing and not one of the things I should be doing but it is a thing none the less.

I’m sorry I swear you’ll have dwarves and hobbits and Tom Hiddleston getting dicked sooner or later. I’m just a horrible person and these stupid idiots like to invade my brain.

/sigh

AO3: [here]

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The first time Sebastian ever heard his older brother tell him ‘It’s going to be alright.’ he was four and every time he moved his arm a new burst of white hot pain would crawl up into his skull and make everything hurt. He’d stopped wailing, but the headache still pounded in his head and his eyes were still red and puffy-wet, though no tears fell anymore because there were no more left to come out.

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#fanfiction
#hiddlesworth
#abused!tom series
#tom hiddleston
#chris evans
#chris hemsworth
#rps
#rpf

■ Clean it Raw. [Abused!Tom/RPS/Hiddlesworth]

So. Right. This.

Um…warning for all around uneasiness. It’s depressing. Suicidal thoughts. Mental and physical harm and stuff?

I don’t even know what to say. Only that someone needs to take my computer away and stop me at this point.

Also, I really just adore the fact that you guys love this story so much. Thank you for sticking around and supporting me and all that. It means a lot.

Enjoy if you can~

AO3: [here]

Last Chapter: [here]

Beginning: [here]

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The car ride is made in silence. It’s unnerving.

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#fanfiction
#sebastian moran
#richard brook
#severin moran
#mormor
#mormormor
#morbrook
#severich

■ Something like Shakespeare [Mormor/MorBrook] Part 2

So tired. This chapter was hell, but I finally got it done.

Don’t know if I like it or not. Severin’s sort of…eh. Stupid. I’m sorry I swear I’m not trying to make him sound like a huge fucking idiot. He’s not, I promise.

Abused!Tom update tomorrow, followed by some Hobbit stuff possibly. For now, enjoy some Moran brothers.

Edit: For got the AO3 link whoops~ [here]

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He returned to the flat feeling somber and it wasn’t because he was still itching dried blood from his knuckles, a mix of both his own and the man’s he left to rot in an alley. Normally after a kill he was too pumped up on adrenaline to want to do anything more than kill someone else, because there is just something about watching the light slowly fade away in someone’s eyes that just really makes him jittery to slit someone else’s throat. Now, with the caffeine finally making its way through his system, all Severin wanted to do was take a shower and laze about on the sofa. The shower bit really wasn’t anything new—people died dirty whenever Severin got a hold of them. It wasn’t all clean cut like Sebastian’s kills (fifty meters away with a gun and a split second before the kill, no fun at all. Plus all that waiting! It was bad enough Severin had to wait around all day for this kill, let alone every damned target he went out to go bludgeon to death! He’d have gone insane a long time ago.)

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#jimcest
#drabble
#fanfiction
#jim moriarty
#richard brook
#teenlock
#kidlock

■ Where’d You Go? [Drabble/Jimcest]

AO3: [here]

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He wakes up in the darkness and doesn’t know why. It’s not the first time this has happened, but his mind isn’t focusing on such logic. It’s short circuiting; only attaching his thoughts to the idea of how crowded around the darkness he feels, black closing in on him slower and quicker all at once. It feels like it’s all squeezing too hard on his lungs, choking him and compressing the oxygen straight from his body until he’s gasping, trying to force the air back in.

All he can think is darkness and how completely and utterly alone he is.

It takes a whole two minutes of panic before he starts screaming. It’s all frantic, making as much noise as he possibly can with the short gasps of air that he manages to suck down. He starts to flail, arms lashing out until his fists hit the door in front of him—closest, it’s always the closest, locked and he knows that but he’s too terrified of everything to even try the knob. He hits at the wood until his fists hurt and he’s sure if there was any light he would be able to see that the skin was broken and bruised, smearing in a thin layer of red that slowly grows as more blood bubbles up from the cuts.

Richard resorts to clawing at the door when his fists hurt too much. The pattern is uneven, but on every few pulls down his nails fall into familiar grooves and dig in to splinter the wood further, the paths created from other encounters only growing deeper. The wood grain cracks under his fingers and stabs underneath his nails, making small pricks of pain explode as he pushes the wood bits further and further under his skin.

There’s a sharp blinding pain in one of his fingers which makes him scream even louder, choking on spit and panic as he realizes one of his nails cracked. Again. Richard coughs and, finally, can’t bring himself to take in another breathe to yell out for help. His voice is already hoarse and his throat is throbbing from the harsh treatment. He’s left sobbing, letting his body fall heavy to the floor and curl in on himself.

He can’t breathe anymore.

The darkness is too thick.

He’s trapped.

Alone.

“Where…where’d you go?” Richard chokes out, bringing his hands up to his face to make his own darkness to look at, thinking it might not be as horrible as the one surrounding him. His voice is pained and quiet, trying to break through the thick silence and the monster’s voices that were starting to set in soon.

“Where’d you go?” He says again, this time a little louder, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes hard enough to make black and white dots explode into his vision. “Please—!” He gasps, clenching his jaw until his teeth hurt from the pressure of grinding them together. “Please, don’t go—“

A thin splinter of light that grows and grows is suddenly filtering in through his fingers. Richard gasps and pulls his hands away from his face, not caring that he now has tears and blood streaking his features. There’s too much light that chases away the darkness, making his vision blurry. There’s a shadow in the doorway that blocks out some light and, for a split second, Richard is more terrified then he’s ever been, wishing desperately for the darkness to wrap around him once more. But—

“I’ll eat you up, I love you so.”

Richard hears the echo of a voice and chokes on his sob, pulling himself up from the closet floor he’s been laying on for who knows how long. He throws himself at his brother, burying his face into his chest and sobs, cries, lets desperation shake through his body for a long while as he clutches at his protection.

When he can breathe again, something like an even pattern that stumbles on ever fourth intake, Richard turns his head and just let’s Jim’s body heat surround him.

He can see blood on Jim’s clothes.

Smell the heavy stench of it on his body.

Feels the stickiness of crimson as Jim threads his fingers through his hair.

And all Richard does is close his eyes, blocks it all out, and breathes in the scent of his twin.

He’s safe.

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#mormor
#mormormor
#morbrook
#severin moran
#sebastian moran
#richard brook
#fanfiction
#severich

■ Something like Shakespeare (except with more sex and blood) [Mormor/MorBrook] Part 1

So, I told myself I’d never really jump into the whole ‘Severin Moran and Richard Brook’ thing or all that ‘mormormormor’ stuff….but then I just said ‘fuck it all’ and give in.

This is probably really stupid, because I wrote it on the bus right back home from Gainesville today, but hell I finished it and like it enough to make another part, so I might as well post it right?

Something like that. Just forgive me, okay?

AO3: [here]

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It was a beautiful day. Late spring, soon to turn into summer, with the sky above bright blue with only a wisp of clouds; an odd break in the usual grey dread and rain. The sun shone strong, but it was just warm enough to be comfortable. People went outside to parks, walking down the streets to window shop, all the usual spring-time events that involved light clothing and the outdoors. Birds flew about, swooping down to collect crumbles from pastries and tweet and coo at passerby’s that walked about the sidewalks.

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#don't ask me why
#can't sleep and I felt the need to write something that sounded right...
#mormor
#Jim Moriarty
#sebastian moran
#fanfiction
#drabble
#it's something like 'I love you.'

■ Pillow Talk [Mormor/Drabble]

It’s when they’re both spent, covered in cooling sweat and cum and blood; when their chests stop rising so rapidly and their heart rates return to something that doesn’t echo in their ears. It’s these sorts of times that Sebastian lights up a cigarette without Jim complaining, because he’s just staring up at the ceiling with his eyes half open, dark and glazed over. Smoke clouds up the room after his third and the ashes collect between his fingers. He looks over and thinks this is what Jim must look like when he dies; so still and silent and just looking with dead eyes at nothing while still feeling like he’s gazing right into your soul to rip the very core from you.

Sebastian looks away after a minute, flopping back onto the bed and closes his own eyes so he doesn’t have to be tempted into looking at Jim. He thinks, absently, that this is how he wants to look dead, calm and limp and peaceful with his eyes closed and the world around him dark. It seems like something that fits.

When Jim’s like this, after they fuck, he doesn’t move for a while. Sebastian’s tested it before, poking him and prodding him. He’s got a soft little perfectly rounded scar right above his collar bone now, from when Sebastian decided to test the limits and press the flickering bud of his cigarette to porcelain skin to see if he could gain a reaction. The flesh blistered and burned, exposing layers of blood underneath to dribbled and pooled when Sebastian finally pulled the fag away, tapping the gray dust into the new pretty wound without so much as a wince from Jim.

It wasn’t until hours later when Sebastian was asleep did Jim repay him for it, cutting a deep hole into his side to put his finger inside and twist until Sebastian thrashed and howled. Looking back at it now, Sebastian always thought it worth it, remembering the wound fondly whenever he ran the pad of his finger over the small scar, feeling the ragged tissue that it left behind.

Sometimes, it takes hours for him to come out of the daze, sometimes less. It’s not a thing that happens often, as more times than not Jim either rolls over to sleep or gets up to shower and work without so much as a second glance thrown towards his ever loyal sniper. But, sometimes he doesn’t move for a long while and just stares until Sebastian forgets he’s there.

Sebastian never really knows what Jim thinks about when he’s like this, because that’s what he’s doing, thinking. It always ends in the same way, with Jim’s thought process finally pouring out of his mouth in a way that Sebastian’s learned to stop trying to understand; it’s better to ignore, but even so he always listens.

“I want to know what your lungs feel like expanding against my hands.” His voice drowns, eyes still unfocused as they look upwards. Sebastian says nothing in reply, only settles against the pillows and takes another drag of smoke. “Peel back tendons and ligaments from muscle and bones.” There’s a pause and Sebastian looks sideways. Black eyes flicker ever so slightly. “Watch you fall apart.”

He exhales the smoke from his lungs before turning onto his side, watching. It continues.

“See how far I can drive a nail through your skull before your eyes fade out.”

“Rip off your nails until there is just blood and count the days until they grow back.”

“I want to know what your heart tastes like.”

At this one, Jim’s eyes flicker again to turn, looking at Sebastian even though there is no other movement and he still thinks he’s looking into the gaze of a corpse. It’s unnerving, but Sebastian’s used to it, because it’s better to memorize that look then forget it; be surprised when he sees it again.

“Yeah?” He says simply, pulling the cigarette from his lips and crushed it out on the nightstand behind him without looking back. “Then tell me what it tastes like.”

He closes the distance and kisses Jim. It’s not sweet or soft, but it’s not the mess of teeth and tongue like before. It’s just a kiss, connecting Jim back up with his body again. He knows it works when Jim bites at his lip, not letting go until he tastes blood and Sebastian lets him. Lets him because he’ll let him do anything he wants; there is truth to his words. His soul is not his own anymore.

The kiss ends when Jim pulls away from it, slapping Sebastian hard across the face for the same reason as always.

“Don’t smoke in my room, Sebastian.”

It stings like a bitch and heats up half his face, but all Sebastian does is smile with it, watching as Jim throws the sheets off him and gets out of bed to clean up. Sebastian likes to watch Jim leave, the bruised imprint of his fingers still very much viewable on those sharp, white hips.

When the door slams shut, he rolls back over onto his back, hands reaching out to grab up the pack and his lighter blindly from the nightstand, firing up one more stick just because he knows Jim will come back pissed and all this will start over again.

Maybe this time around, he’ll finally end up tearing him open to see what his insides are really like.

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#hiddlesworth
#tom hiddleston
#chris hemsworth
#fanfiction
#rps
#rpf
#abused!Tom Series

■ A Starting Point. [RPS/Hiddlesworth/Abused!Tom Series]

Just finished working on my drawing for the night and I decided to relax a bit by writing because god only knows I haven’t done any of that in a very fucking long time (sadly enough, I know, and I’m sorry for that).

So! How about a short little installment for the Abused!Tom Series, yes? Hope everyone enjoys even though it’s tame and, yes, I’m already working on the next part for it. Though it will most likely be much longer…

Oh, and I think there will be three/four more chapters after this? Possibly. Wrap up the story and throw in one or two more abusive-kink-rape bits that I know everyone loves so much… yep. So.

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They met in University by accident.