Jim Moriarty Roleplayer Recommendation
- Experienced, committed, creative roleplayer
- Intriguing para-style replies
- Flexible timeline (anytime pre- or post-Reichenbach)
- Sherlock fandom based (mainly)
- Other fandoms welcome
- OC friendly (Sherlock fandom or otherwise)
- Multi-ship friendly
- AUs/Crossovers welcome
- Open to smut with muses/muns of legal age
- Sweet, friendly, inviting mun
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Escaping the tourists || Lia & Tyson
"Yeah, I get overwhelmed too in a way, with so much people. Snarling at them doesn’t work anymore, can you believe that?" She said, a soft chuckle. It didn’t occur to her that she probably had a way to snarl a people even as a human, and she did it more than she meant to. When the other got inside, Lia lowered to give a pet to Arthur, who now was more inquisitive than anything else, towards the man. That, Lia thought, may be her fault—establishing the dynamics of a pack, it was no wonder he regarded with suspicion anyone who got near the alpha, so easily and friendly, too. However, she was quite satisfied with Arthur’s behaviour. Despite his protective nature, he didn’t attack or harass others easily.
"Oh, silly me. I thought it was because of your clothes," she said, teasing. She led then the way to the kitchen. "I do have cold water and ice. I also have some clothes, and a shower. Because you want to take a shower, right?” She threw a look at him, as though he had little choice. She took out of the refrigerator some ice cubes, threw them in Arthur’s bowl of water, and some other into a glass of water that she filled with water out of the fridge for Tyson. She trusted that Tyson knew why she had some men’s clothes—they were comfier and she used them at home, and some were of Oliver—and why she wanted him to take a shower, though she wouldn’t force him. Her nose was sensible to scents and sweat was not merciful to it—not sweat itself, that was odorless—. “Or I can throw some water at you. It would actually be fun and Arthur would love it, too. Perhaps I can scrub down the both of you.” She was being rather blunt, but she was joking. Tyson was most of the time clean and certainly more organized than she was.
At the word ‘shower’ Tyson’s eyes lit up with joy. ”Oh, more than a-anything else right now, Lia.” He answered honestly. He hasn’t expected her to offer the use of the shower, or a change of clothes, and had resigned himself to boiling until he got back to his own home, but Tyson was extremely glad that she had offer it. Getting the sweat off his skin and completely avoiding it affecting his OCD sounded delightful, but being able to cool his body down sounded like a little piece of Shamayim that was all his own. Tyson eagerly took the glass with a quiet “thank you.” He began drinking it down immediately, relishing the sweet, refreshingly cool feeling running down his throat like nectar. Army training had taught him that, in the long run, it would be better to carefully sip at the water to keep his body temperature more consistent and avoid jumping between extremes of internal body heat.
However, without a heavily armed medical officer breathing down his neck and hanging the threat of a week’s worth of latrine duties over his head, Tyson didn’t particularly care. Tyson shot Lia a pointed, but playful, glare. “If I h-had something else on I might even have l-let you hose me down, but it’s more t-than your life’s worth to ruin a single s-stitch of these clothes,” he teased in return. “The tailor was measuring me up for t-these for hours before he was satisfied.” Tyson lifted up the partially emptied glass and held it against the side of his face. “Is that why you’re h-here and not at work then, Lia?” He asked, cocking his head to the side curiously. “Finding some d-downsides to being a wolf in a big city?” Tyson offered Lia a sympathetic smile before even waiting for the answer.
Over the hills and far away || Sebastian & Tyson
There was some reassurance there, in the fact that Tyson saw her as a motherly figure. At least that was one fewer woman that he had to compete against for Tyson’s affection. There were moments when he felt like he had to fight against the whole world, but that may have been primarily due to the fact that he still felt he didn’t deserve him.
He chuckled softly at the nickname. “A teddybear? Me? You sure you were telling her about the right bloke?” He hummed into the soft kiss, finding more comfort and reassurance there than he would ever be able to know in words alone.
"Seriously, though. We can’t share a room? What’s she think we’re doing living together?" Admittedly, they were probably doing less than what anyone would assume of a couple living together. But still, he felt his point was valid.
"I’m not gonna violate you in your parent’s place.” He joked with a chuckle. “But it’ll have to be a short visit, ‘cause I know I’m not gonna like having to sleep in a bed without you beside me. ‘s’just not right.” He tugged Tyson properly into his arms, slotting their bodies against one another. “You fit right here. It’s where you’re supposed to be. Always.”
"So… are you saying t-that ‘teddybear’ doesn’t suit you - Mister I’ll cuddle you when a-any opportunity presents - but being my pretty boy d-does?” Asked Tyson, taking the opportunity to steal another kiss before Sebastian could answer his question. “Because if that’s the case I’m always going to r-refer to you as ‘my pretty boy’ to other people from now on.”
"I t-think that not sharing a room only really applies to the first v-visit, Seb. So Jasmine can figure out if she likes you o-or not,” said Tyson with a small shrug. “When Rosie, um; that’s Jethro’s wife, first came to the manor, J-Jasmine made her sleep in a different room too.”
"If you make a g-good impression the first time, I think she’ll drop that rule.” Tyson gave a happy hum and, after one of his signature slow, segmented minimal-energy stretches, nuzzled into Sebastian’s embrace. “Yeah, right here w-with you, Sebastian.”
Tyson was talking more than usual currently, a side effect of his protective mood beginning to subside. “Now, I believe someone p-promised me some sleep before our flight,” said Tyson. He was more than happy to stay up talking with Sebastian, but nothing could be better than falling asleep in the other man’s arms.
SEND ME A ♫ AND I WILL MAKE A SIX SONG PLAYLIST FOR OUR CHARACTERS
first meeting: "Undisclosed Desires" by Muse
becoming lovers: "Adore Adore" by Yoav
hot sex: "My Sweet Prince" by Placebo
breakup: "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum
working it out: "Crown of Love” by Arcade Fire"
happily ever after: "A Thousand Years by Christina Perri"
“I-I’ll ask how you managed to get in again later. F-First, can pet him? Or her. Please?”
Escaping the tourists || Lia & Tyson
Patience and sanity were undermined when you, wolf who lived among packs and had total control over their members and boundaries, were forced to put up with people coming from everywhere, crowding all around you. Lia had, in fact, to force herself to make the better out of it: they were all potential clients and contacts, and some of them were here under the good word of her most frequent customers. Her problem was not the number of people itself, but the fact that she sensed them; she sensed their scents, their chemical reactions, their voices. A sensory overwhelm was not unlikely to happen. Today, however, she allowed herself some free time. For months she pushed herself over the limit, and if she kept doing it under these conditions, she knew how it could end up.
When she heard a noise, she was relaxing in the garden with Arthur. The scent was a familiar one, and in a minute she was at the door, opening it, and a delicate scent of honeysuckle filled the air. Although well dressed—she admitted that to herself—Tyson was an eyesore in such clothes, considered the weather; she felt even better now, wearing only a white long, oversize white t-shirt. She shook her head and some grass fell from the loose hair, while Arthur was eyeing curiously, or suspiciously, at the other man. Between Tyson’s scent and that of the honeysuckle, Lia could discern something else—it was something close to agitation. Her hand instinctively reached out for him, above his head. “Hey, are you okay? I wasn’t expecting you—come in,” she said, her voice warm. She was surprised he visited without giving a heads-up, but she didn’t mind, and she was quite used to his presence by now.
Tyson smiled tiredly, but warmly, when the door opened to reveal Lia. “I w-wasn’t expecting to come here e-either, in all honesty, Lia. I, um, kind of panicked. Too many people, just… got o-overwhelmed,” he confessed, rubbing at the back of his neck self consciously. “Didn’t actually think London had r-room for this many people.” He wanted to over and greet Arthur, but one didn’t spent five years training dogs and not learn how to read their body language. Tyson could tell the dog wasn’t sure about him yet, so left him alone and silently hoped that Arthur would warm to him. Even if he had to resort to some treat or toy based persuasion. “P-Please tell me you have some cold water or s-some ice I can have. This heat’s murder on soft S-Southern’s, like me.”
Wanting to vent off all his heat quickly, Tyson tugged his shirt sleeves roughly up to his elbows, then carefully unbuttoned his waistcoat. While Tyson didn’t particular care for the upkeep of the shirt, being the same as almost all of his other tailored shirts bar the stripes, Tyson didn’t want to damage the - also tailored - material of his waistcoat. He began plucking at his clothes, trying to stop the material sticking to his skin anymore. Fortunately, sweat on his skin didn’t affect Tyson’s OCD in the same way that dirt did. He didn’t like the feel of it, but it didn’t become an issue for his OCD until it dried and became stale. Around most other people, Tyson would have kept his waistcoat buttoned up to avoid the dent in his torso being seen, but Tyson knew Lia and he trusted her.
There he was.
Her target. Her mission.
The reason she’s spent all last night sharing pleasantries with two poison-mouthed, twin men.
He had to pay. He had to learn a lesson.
Here was her opportunity to take revenge. Lia wasn’t going to waste it.
Fearlessly charging up from being behind her target, Lia made her move. Taking near infinite pleasure in the high pitched yelp he let out.
“L-L-L-Lia!” Tyson spluttered out, feeling a full bottle of icy cold water dripping down off his head and onto his shirt. “What was that f-for?”
"Leaving me alone with your owners for more than ten minutes, of course." Lia grinned wickedly.
"Aww, don’t pout, Pup." She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, then ran off again before Tyson could compose himself enough to retaliate.
♫ ~ Ooh that man is on my list
And ooh that man I wanna kiss ~ ♪
Over the hills and far away || Sebastian & Tyson
Sebastian watched from the bed as Tyson undressed, keeping his eyes open as he laid awake and waited for him, as promised. He didn’t want to fall asleep without the other in his arms anyway. Not after a day like today. He needed to have Tyson beside him, now more than ever.
He chuckled as Tyson spoke and scooted flush against him as he settled in bed. His hand reached up to pet adoringly through Tyson’s hair. “Not allowed? What is she? Your mum?” He tried to push any thoughts of jealousy out of his head, though all he could really succeed in doing was pushing them to the back of his mind.
"I’m your ‘pretty boy’, huh?" Sebastian did like that, the fact that he’d evidently been bragged about or gushed over or both. But he couldn’t help wonder why she wouldn’t want them to share a bed. There was literally only sleeping going on in it, with a bit of cuddling and maybe some snogging. Of all places, he doubted his family manor would be the spot Tyson would pick for their first time, if it ever happened.
"I love you too, Ty." He murmured, brushing their noses together. He was, for once, eager to go on a distant job for a while, only because this time Tyson was going with him. They could be truly alone. No Jim texting in the middle of the night. None of Tyson’s old flames milling about. Just the two of them, in a foreign land, alone together.
Automatically Tyson nuzzled into Sebastian’s petting hand. Tyson had fleetingly mentioned Jasmine in the past, but he’d never expected Sebastian to remember. Though Tyson loved Jasmine as much as Jethro, he didn’t usually bother to talk about them.
His family were a secret Tyson usually didn’t open up about, to protect them. Tyson opened up more to Sebastian than almost anyone else. “Hmm. Yeah, she m-might as well be, I mean I certainly think of her as my m-mother. After Jethro ran away from home father became e-even more withdraw, so Jasmine… she took me under her wing. Loved me i-in a way father didn’t.”
"Even after I returned from… Well, you k-know… deserting.” After a moment of hesitation, Tyson added, “She knows that you are… um, knows who you a-aren’t anymore, by the way, Sebastian. She knows you’re not ‘s-some jerk of a pretty boy I shouldn’t still be head over h-heels for’.”
"She knows the truth. Mostly. I skipped some details, b-but she knows the important stuff. That you’re really a big, h-handsome, protective teddybear who deserves all my love, and that y-you’re definitely my pretty boy, Sebastian.” Tyson pressed a slow, gentle kiss to Sebastian’s lips, trying to silently reassure him.