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Indie multimuse blog for Rule!63 Jim Moriarty and Molly Hooper based off of BBC Sherlock and two BBC Sherlock based OCs, Charles Magnussen’s twins. 

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“I just don’t enjoy it” Sebastian shrugged “I’d rather watch a play.” He looked at the cat again “he looks like a sore loser” he joked.

As Matt spoke about Jim and how much he talked about Sherlock, his mood shifted and he felt the same anger he had experienced the night before welling up inside of him, he hated the obsession that Jim had developed and was convinced that it would only end badly. “He’s obsessed, it’s some kind of game to him” he muttered “it’s driving me crazy too.”

“Oh you were calling me sweet earlier and now this? Yes I can handle my drink” he smirked slightly, his mood lightening a little even though that really wasn’t something to be proud of “but you know how it is…”

“You can’t sing along to plays, tho…” He glanced to the cat, nose scrunching. “He is… knocked around the pieces.. little bastard..” Matt stuck his tongue out at the ginger creature.

Looking back to Sebastian, he sighed. “He’s startin’ to scare me… Takes a lot to scare me but the way he acts… I’m worried about him.” He bit the inside of his cheek, but when Sebastian started speaking again, all the nervousness dropped and he was grinning again.

“You are sweet though! Look, you came all the way here just to hang out with meeeee,” he drew out before laughing at himself, “How is it, Seb? What’s it like? Jim taking your booze away too, don’t tell him I’ve got more.” He put a finger to his lips, smiling, seeming to have forgotten he had already called Jim drunk earlier.

“That’s why I like it” Sebastian said, watching the cat as it stretched “maybe that was him trying to play.” He sighed, nodding in agreement as Matt spoke “yeah… I can’t see this obsession ending well at all.”

He rolled his eyes at Matt, he really wouldn’t allow many people to actually see him like this, he put up a front because he had no other choice, any sign of weakness would be leapt upon. “I did… You can’t tell anyone though, I have an image to protect” he joked, grinning slightly.

The smile faded, he had struggled since he was discharged from the army, turning to alcohol to try and stop the flashbacks, the awful dreams that felt real. For months he could be fine but then it would happen again, out of nowhere and he would try to stop it by drinking. “He tries, I don’t know if he thinks that it helps or if he does it to wind me up” he huffed out a breath “he doesn’t need to hide it away, I’m not that bad.”

"Nah, he doesn't play with anything... I got him little mouse toys and he doesn't touch those," Matt huffed before adding quietly, "Hope he's actually still thinkin'.. He doesn't tell me anything anymore, y'know. Guess he thinks Sherlock's gonna charm somethin' outta me.. That man is the least charming creature I ever met."

Matt giggles and shakes his head. "I won't say a word about how the big bad sniper is nice t'me. Cross my heart," he grinned before pursing his lips and making a zipping motion over the thin line they formed.

"I think he's tryin' to help. He checks the cupboard every time he comes.." But Matthias did have a problem, had had a problem since he was a teenager and it had only grown worse. Once every couple years, he'd go sober a month or two, but he always ended up right back where he was. "Course if you aren't baaaad maybe he is tryin' to get ya pissy. Who knows, he's so changeable, isn't that what he says?"

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“I just don’t enjoy it” Sebastian shrugged “I’d rather watch a play.” He looked at the cat again “he looks like a sore loser” he joked.

As Matt spoke about Jim and how much he talked about Sherlock, his mood shifted and he felt the same anger he had experienced the night before welling up inside of him, he hated the obsession that Jim had developed and was convinced that it would only end badly. “He’s obsessed, it’s some kind of game to him” he muttered “it’s driving me crazy too.”

“Oh you were calling me sweet earlier and now this? Yes I can handle my drink” he smirked slightly, his mood lightening a little even though that really wasn’t something to be proud of “but you know how it is…”

"You can't sing along to plays, tho..." He glanced to the cat, nose scrunching. "He is... knocked around the pieces.. little bastard.." Matt stuck his tongue out at the ginger creature.

Looking back to Sebastian, he sighed. "He's startin' to scare me... Takes a lot to scare me but the way he acts... I'm worried about him." He bit the inside of his cheek, but when Sebastian started speaking again, all the nervousness dropped and he was grinning again.

"You are sweet though! Look, you came all the way here just to hang out with meeeee," he drew out before laughing at himself, "How is it, Seb? What's it like? Jim taking your booze away too, don't tell him I've got more." He put a finger to his lips, smiling, seeming to have forgotten he had already called Jim drunk earlier.

Sebastian gave Matthias a half smile as he opened the door, he wasn’t entirely sure why he had come over, though it was probably something to do with the fact that he had pissed Jim off and didn’t really want to go back to the flat to face him. “Only a little wet, thought you’d fallen asleep on me.” he teased.

He stepped inside as Matt moved to let him in “no, it wasn’t fun at all…” he sighed, his job was rarely fun.

“Nah,” Matt said with a bright smile before making his way back to the couch, swaying. It looked like he might fall but all he did was collapse on the couch. “I’m not sleepy, Seb, not sleepy at all. I’m wide awake! I think that song was on Glee once…”

A pout formed on his lips. “Awe I’m sorry.. There’s another bottle if you wanna drink some.. Don’t think if it’s good for me to have more than I’ve had already, course stuff like that’s never stopped me before..”

Sebastian watched Matt as he swayed, he thought that he was going to fall but luckily he reached the couch before that happened “I don’t understand the obsession with that show” he walked towards the chair, shaking his head at the thought of watching more of that show.

He sat down, looking at the cat and the checkers board “you really did try to get Toby to play with you?” he said with an amused expression “I shouldn’t drink, got my car… and well, I’ve been drinking too much” that was partly why Jim was so pissed off with him.

“It’s good! It’s like a mini musical that comes on every week!” Matt told him, pouting in defense of his favorite program. He would’ve been entertained if it was on– but if it was, he’d probably never bothered Sebastian in the first place.

He stretched out on the couch, ending up on his stomach, throw pillow and folded arms propping his head up as he looked at the other with wide eyes. “Did you think I was lying Sebby? Mean. I don’t lie, I’m the sweet one remember? I’m the one who’s supposed to get all the information I can and make Sherlock Holmes believe I’m completely inept… of course, maybe that parts a bit true.” Matt huffed and reached out for the bottle, fingers hardly hitting the glass of it. “If you don’t, I’m gonna, then… it’s gonna waste..”

“That’s exactly why I don’t like it” Sebastian replied “I never liked musicals.”

He laughed quietly “I thought that you were exaggerating” he shrugged and sighed as Matt called him Sebby, he hated being called that by anyone “of course, that’s true but you are definitely not inept, Sherlock is an idiot for believing that… You wouldn’t be part of this if you were useless.”

He groaned quietly as Matt reached for the bottle, neither of them should be drinking really “fine. I will have a drink… Just a small one will be OK.”

"Thats no fun, why not?" he questioned with a pout that didn't stay very long as he instead grinned, "I don't exaggerate much... Toby didn't wanna play long, though.. sore loser, he is."

"Jim says Sherlock is clever." He rolls his eyes dramatically. "Alls Jim ever talks about anymore is Sherlock Sherlock Sherlock. Doesn't ask how I'm doing, just wants to know if the detective figured out who put the body in the morgue. Blah, blah, blah."

That smile comes back. "It isn't like it's all that strong. Can't you hold your liquor, big bad soldier like you?"

First Encounters//Closed

Matt groaned quietly as Jim's touch became more firm and he stuttered out the man's name as he slipped down his body. A moan left him, his hips pressing up so his back arced. He was already flushed, unsure exactly what he should be doing. Usually when he was i these situations he was drunk..

New boy (Closed RP with @MatthiasHooper

"Oh, thanks!" Matt said with a bright smile as the other helped him. A small look of confusion crossed his features but once the man, Sean, clarified, he smiled. "Well, you've got it right. Guess there aren't too many people running around down here... sorry, were you looking for me? Can I help you?"

“It’s fine. I don’t really eat anyway.” Jim shrugged. He wasn’t even really hungry to begin with. “So how was work?”

"Exhausting," Matt sighed, shoulders slumping a little at the mention, "Sherlock came in and tried to convince me to let him take another set of hands."

Sebastian gave Matthias a half smile as he opened the door, he wasn’t entirely sure why he had come over, though it was probably something to do with the fact that he had pissed Jim off and didn’t really want to go back to the flat to face him. “Only a little wet, thought you’d fallen asleep on me.” he teased.

He stepped inside as Matt moved to let him in “no, it wasn’t fun at all…” he sighed, his job was rarely fun.

“Nah,” Matt said with a bright smile before making his way back to the couch, swaying. It looked like he might fall but all he did was collapse on the couch. “I’m not sleepy, Seb, not sleepy at all. I’m wide awake! I think that song was on Glee once…”

A pout formed on his lips. “Awe I’m sorry.. There’s another bottle if you wanna drink some.. Don’t think if it’s good for me to have more than I’ve had already, course stuff like that’s never stopped me before..”

Sebastian watched Matt as he swayed, he thought that he was going to fall but luckily he reached the couch before that happened “I don’t understand the obsession with that show” he walked towards the chair, shaking his head at the thought of watching more of that show.

He sat down, looking at the cat and the checkers board “you really did try to get Toby to play with you?” he said with an amused expression “I shouldn’t drink, got my car… and well, I’ve been drinking too much” that was partly why Jim was so pissed off with him.

"It's good! It's like a mini musical that comes on every week!" Matt told him, pouting in defense of his favorite program. He would've been entertained if it was on– but if it was, he'd probably never bothered Sebastian in the first place.

He stretched out on the couch, ending up on his stomach, throw pillow and folded arms propping his head up as he looked at the other with wide eyes. "Did you think I was lying Sebby? Mean. I don't lie, I'm the sweet one remember? I'm the one who's supposed to get all the information I can and make Sherlock Holmes believe I'm completely inept... of course, maybe that parts a bit true." Matt huffed and reached out for the bottle, fingers hardly hitting the glass of it. "If you don't, I'm gonna, then... it's gonna waste.."

New boy (Closed RP with @MatthiasHooper

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Sean walked through the halls of St. Barts, he was looking for a Mr. Mattihas Hooper, mostly because he was bored out of his mind and had heard from Jim that this man worked in the morgue. Grasping at his fake student ID he looked to the floor mostly as he walked (Gotta keep up the whole new student thing).

He was so absorbed in watching his feet as he walked he didn’t notice the other person walking down the hall towards him until the two collided. “Shit!” He cursed quietly as he hit the floor, the impact not helping the state of his ribs.

Matthias never really looked where he was going, not in this hall. The only two things it led to were the morgue and the lab, and the people from the lab usually stayed in there... So he wasn't expecting to run into someone else, quite literally. He dropped the papers he'd been looking over, stumbling back.

"Oh... I'm so sorry," he quickly apologized, stepping forward and offering a hand before even going for the papers he'd dropped, "I wasn't paying attention.. sorry."

╰◈╮PROTECTIVE SENTENCE STARTERS.

“ Where do you think you’re going? “ ” I really don’t want you hanging out with them. “ ” Where have you been all night? “ ” I think it would be a good idea to get tracking devices. “ ” I’m putting cameras up all around the house for security. “ ” Don’t leave the house with the pocket knife or mase. “ ” I think we should get some better security. “ ” I’m going to get us a dog for security purposes. “ ” You really need to find better friends. “ ” I don’t think your friends are really your friends. “ ” Okay, call me as soon as you get there. “ ” Don’t you dare text and drive! “ ” Please don’t text while you’re driving. “ ” Is that outfit really appropriate? “ ” I think we should go shopping for your new clothes. “ ” He careful when you go to walk down the steps. “ ” Always knock before going inside. “ ” You have the emergency contact list right? “ ” Are you skipping school again? You know I’m going to give you a talk. “ ” I don’t want you going anywhere with those people. “ ” You aren’t aloud out past ten, you know that. “ ” Hey, I don’t make the rules around here. “ ” You should probably stay home with us tonight. “ ” Why don’t you stay home and have some family time? “ ” You missed family game night for that? “ ” That’s the second time tonight you missed family game night? “ ” I can’t believe you’re dissing us for your fake friends. “ ” Hey, why don’t you come out and socialize with your family? “ ” Look, I’m just worried about you is all. “ ” You don’t want me to take you to school? “ ” Where are you going? I can give you a ride. “ ” You’re not allowed to go out without one of your brothers or sisters. “ ” You can go as long as your brother/sister can go too. “ ” I put double locks on all the windows in the house. “ ” I think we should move to a nicer neighborhood. “ ” I do not want you out driving at night. “ ” I dont want anyone out while the storm is coming. “ ” Remember to stay indoors when the storm comes. “ ” We need to go over our fire escape route again. “ ” You aren’t supposed to shower during storms, dear. “ ” Are you feeling okay? Want me to draw you a bath? “ ” You’re sick, just stay home today and rest. “ ” I don’t want you to be home alone. “ ” Would you like to come to work with me today? “ ” Why haven’t you answered any of my calls or texts? “ ” You do not ignore me like that again. “ ” I can’t believe I’ve been up all night worried sick! “ ” No, you could get alcohol poison. “ ” I don’t want anyone drinking in this house. “ ” What happened to all that money I gave you? “

Molliarty Au: Part 1, Part 2

The British academia in the late Victorian era was fraught with prejudice and enmity. In an act of rebellion against the system that refused to see past her sex, Molly Hooper chose instead to honour her studies at l’Université de Paris. A young English woman in a foreign land, loneliness was a sacrifice she had anticipated. Per chance, she was introduced by her mentors to James Moriarty, a prominent mathematics professor visiting from Oxford University. In him, Molly found the unlikeliest of companions, but the romance between a heretic and psychotic criminal mastermind seemed scripted to be a tragedy right from the start…  

Molliarty Au: Part 2, Part 1

Everyone has pressure points, and not even James Moriarty can hide his. It was his game, the one he made up years ago and forced countless people to play along. The rules were set: two pills, one gun; and of course, none of those who played, made it out alive. But the last thing even he had ever expected, was for the tides to be turned against him and be forced into the game. Even worse, to find his pathologist and pressure point — Dr Molly Hooper — pulled into the mess as well.