Mormor OneShots
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Sebastian comes home and has to deal with Jim's ridiculous fears.
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- Part 1 of Mormor OneShots
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Jim Moriarty made no secret of how little he valued life in all it’s forms.
He had about as much objection to ending a child’s life as he had for the cattle in the nearby slaughterhouse and that fact alone tended to make people sick.
No, life only mattered as much as people were willing to pay.
Sebastian Moran had no issue with that, no objection, no moment of vomiting the first time Jim had him pull out a gun and shoot the only witness to his crime at the time, a small child no older than 5, in the center of her forehead.
However, if the worth of a life could be measured in monetary form than those lives Jim saw as ‘his’ were of frightening worth.
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- Part 2 of Mormor OneShots
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Normally, Jim could laugh off snow, like all weather, as unimportant at worse, an excuse to stay home and work at it’s best.
But eight days, eight fucking days, of snow. Wet, cold, unpleasant, heavy snow.
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- Part 3 of Mormor OneShots
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I don’t need you.
Four charming, little words Jim spat at Sebastian like venom whenever he was ‘in a mood.’
Sherlock stopped updating his site and you can’t fix it? “I don’t need you”
John gets more attention than me because you haven’t killed him yet? “I don’t need you.”
Your snipers shot before I could finish my joke? “I don’t need you.”
I’m out of staples and you’re not running out to get more? “I don’t need you.”
It never meant much before, it was just Jim being Jim and Sebastian Moran was a patient man who didn’t let much bother him when he had to focus. He kind of had to be that way to be as successful at his job as he was.
But that night, that horrid night after the Fall, after the shot rang in his ears and his world cracked apart like his employer’s skull, those word suddenly carried all the weight in the world.
It had started as a simple, stupid argument about goodness-knows-what-but-Sherlock-was-involved-somehow-of-course-this-is-Jim-after-all.
It was the same bickering they always did, forever the old and sexless married couple.
“I don’t need you.”
“Yeah, you told me that before. That’s why I’m eyein’ Watson ‘n not you ‘n your boyfriend.”
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- Part 4 of Mormor OneShots
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Mental illness was a funny thing.
One minute Jim could be typing out a million different little sequences, one zero after another, that would smash a wealthy business man’s life into a trillion little pieces. The next? The next he couldn’t even be bothered to get up and dragging himself to his laptop for his clients’ benefit seemed so utterly pointless it couldn’t even be described with human language. What was the point of living if all you had to play with was a collection of stupid sheep?
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- Part 5 of Mormor OneShots
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“Mmm, Sebastian, you’ve really outdone yourself, do you realize that?” Moriarty cooed, making an incredibly lewd sounds as he sucked another slick piece of meat between his lips. Sashimi was always a pleasure but Ikizukuri held a special place in his heart.
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- Part 6 of Mormor OneShots
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Mormor alternate 'happy' ending for an Anon on tumblr. :)
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They'd worked together for years and never once had he let his dirty little secret slip out, not once. Not the first time he'd seen the Colonel shoot a cigarette out've a politician's mouth from twelve stories up, not the time he'd dragged the man back to his flat and plucked shrapnel from his face in nothing but their pants, not the time he'd sent the man a Christmas present that cost more than a live in slave. It could never be returned. So it was best to not let it slip.Not. Even. Fucking. Once.
But that night had been a fine example of how bad Jim Moriarty was at communicating anything that didn't involve business.
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- Part 7 of Mormor OneShots